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I am walking down a street and my brother is next to me, on my left. There is a guy dressed in white riding a bike toward us on the right. He is wearing aviators that are reflecting blue light. I try to speak to my brother, nothing happens. I try to say Hi to the guy, though I'm worried of initiating a negative interaction, and I say it in a telepathic sort of manner. He just looks over, then keeps riding off. I try to ask my brother, "Where are the jackolanterns?" but it doesn't come out. I try a few more times, and I wake up.
I am in my room, waking up, and my ear plugs apparently have been pulled out but with them my ear drums, because of the pressure, and I am feeling excruciating pain. It is awful, and and at some point I realize it is a dream. I wake up, then WILD and end up back in my room. The room just is not laid out precisely like mine is right now, it was actually more mirrored like last year. I looked at my hand, and again my right hand is reversed and there is a small stubby extra ring finger.
Immediately I remember the task, and look for a jackolantern. I see a large round orange thing, not 100% sure what it really was, and I hold it between my hands. "Come on," I coax it out loud. "Jack-o-lantern! I need to ask you what my costume should be!" The shape of the object starts melting, and at this point I am focusing and telling myself to remember the feeling. It feels like warm ceramics, as if I was holding a huge ball of clay under faucet, except nothing is hitting the top of my hands, but the shape is slimming off and disappearing underneath. It feels spongy, almost like wet warm styfrofoam. I coax it into forming a number of gradual jack-o-lantern faces, but it keeps giving me an expression, as though it is saying that his face is not right. I finally get it to look distinctly like a jack-o-lantern I carved 4 years ago, and his eyes are pained and there is no mouth. It still says "Nooooooo" but it is, again, in my head, not an actual conversation. I lose lucidity a little bit, I guess, because I accept this and turn around. I see my desk just where it is in RL, and I think up the other tasks that I should be doing. I remember sucking color out of something, and I see an orange highlighter laying on my dresser top. I grab it, put the head of the cap into my mouth, and start to "suck". I think about what I think it would look like if I sucked the color out, and how that would be clear. The orange slowly drains out, leaving a clear top. I focus on the flavor as this is happening and try to tell myself to remember this vividly when I wake up. The cap tastes almost like cinnamon, that sort of WARM, tingling on your tongue but not nearly as strong or offensive as cinnamon (I fucking hate cinnamon). I decide that this is a good enough description, and stop focusing on the pen. On my dresser are two other orange pens, both real highlighters that I owned in the past. I decide that I don't feel like tasting orange again, and at some point I wake into a FA where I am in my room trying to sleep (this was a huge issue when I was originally trying ot start my nap). I "WILD" in the FA and end up back in the same place in my dream. I remember that I need to get the jackolantern to talk to me. I look around for the orange object from before, not able to remember what it was. I see a huge water molecule kit set sitting on the reversed room's cloth/metal shelf, and I grab for it. The Oxygen is actually a HUGE orange thing that looks like it's made out of shiny styrofoam, so I grab it and try to melt it again. But I keep hearing a girl's voice, she is annoying me and telling me something about how I am going to fail. I turn around to confront her, and my room switches back to it's actual, current arrangement. She is sitting on the desk next to the dresser, and when I walk far enough over I can see her. She is like a small person, not a midget, just a tiny version of a girl, almost like a doll. I'm pissed that she's distracting me, but I let myself get carried away and try to think of a fun way to get rid of her. I remember she was wearing some sort of dress, if I had to say then pink or red, and that she was fair, but not blonde. So I pick her up like a log above me, and turn to look for a place to get rid of her. I see my 4th floor window, and I worry that throwing her will cause her to bounce back off the glass, just like with my linai. But I tell myself to remember my very first lucid, with the car window, and to make it just as insignificant. I take the girl, draw her back behind my head, and throw her straight through the window. She goes right through and falls. As I am turning to my right, now to go back to the jackolantern business so that I can ask him what my costume should be, I see a little cloth angel over my window. It is somehow supposed to represent my mom, or be kind of my mom or an angel who watches over me, and I said something to it like "Don't give me crap, she was a bitch" and the angel makes this sort of "Whoa!" face. I remember it had blond yarnish hair and blue eyes, almost like buttons, like this was a very childlike thing. I never realize that it should not exist, but accept it as a normal part of the dream environment, like it should be there in RL. I keep turning and go back to this orange molecule thing, after passing over another orange thing I don't think will work, and I pick it up. I start trying to coax it into a jack-o-lantern, and it is running and running and taking shape like before, but failing. It is almost like a melted candle, in that the top of it, where the little handle should be, will not form a solid. I think about the handle coming up, and the top, which is all this sort of runny liquid, just keeps pouring over when I tilt it. As I think of a handle (stem) it turns green, and I think that it looks like melted crayons. I wake up. It is another FA and I stand up and try to get to the pumpkin again, but I wake up for real when my alarm starts to go off.
I'm sleeping on my back forever from now on. I get the best results. It's worth the long time spent trying to actually fall asleep!
