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I borrow my friend Paul's cadillac cts-v, and I drive out of his neighborhood completely in reverse...but it isn't his real neighborhood because I remember it taking quite a long time to get out. Once out on the main road I call my little brother, who somehow has a brand new dodge challenger, and tell him that I have the cadillac and we should race. Immediately after I get off the phone I see him in front of me, behind a semi truck. I floor it, knowing he would see me, and he does, but as he speeds up around the semi he clips the back end and has a horrible wreck, I believe he flipped multiple times. At some point in the crash the challenger changes back to his real car, a mustang. I remember being extremely worried, but as soon as I started to worry I saw him standing next to the car, totally unharmed. The police arrive and somehow search his car, which I remember being flattened. They find a brick of hash in his car! I sit in the police car with the cop and my brother, having a friendly conversation about something or other, and the cop ends up taking us to Wendys. We all got the law enforcement discount.
(The first dream had alot going on and I woke up from it at around 5, wish I had written it down then.) I am in my house, but it is very different, I know it was my house though. My brother and I are flying around the house using giant balloons. I am acting in some TV show. I get a 6 pack of sweetwater 420, but my Dad told me that I needed to hide it because my grandparents were coming. I took it and hid it in the fridge at the grocery store. I also remember fighting some girl, I think.
(I woke up and decided i wanted to go back to that house because that dream was so fun, I wanted to be lucid in there)
I am back in that house, it is alot different again but I still know it is my house. This time it is like a blockbuster type store that my friends and I own. We are walking around talking about what we are going to do with the store now that we own it when we come to this room with a closet. (I think this was a version of the room I used to sleep in when I was little) Jimmy says "This room is awesome but I don't know if I could sleep in here with that creepy closet. As soon as I look at the old beat down closet I get a wave of fear, and that feeling of something running towards me. I try to turn back and run away, but it catches me, levitates me off the ground and starts spinning me slowly. I start to panic, especially when I see the look of fear in Jimmy's eyes. My breaths become short and fast, I start to feel like I am going to die. I wake up breathing extremely loud and fast.
I am playing in a high school all star game, and playing the best of anyone on the floor. When it comes time for the slam dunk contest, I know that I won't be able to dunk. For some reason there are NBA players out there, I choose possibly the worst player for a dunk contest, Dirk Nowitzki, and give him the ball to take my place. Dirk says "ready for the Serge Ibaka free throw line dunk?" I am really excited to see dirk pull this off, but when he goes up he throws the ball off the backboard and completely misses. I knew I should have tried.
I am walking around the lake in my neighborhood with a blonde girl, I don't know who it was. I either caught a fish or just saw a big one, don't remember. When we get to the table I see my friends Steve, Dylan, Max, Cody, and Jimmy sitting there. They are mad at me for not stopping to talk to them, I say "well you should have called and told me you were here." Jimmy catches up to us and I introduce them