insideout

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

June 2, 2011: I am in my grandparents' house (mother's side). I see a TV and punch the screen. I do a reality check (nose pinch) and realize I'm dreaming.
I say to myself "That explains why I punched the TV." I recognized it as an unusual reaction for me to have.

I am still in the creepy house and I want to leave. I say "Why am I here?" I hear a scary voice that says "To see me."
I ask who, then say I don't want to. I float up through the ceiling and end up in a nicer looking building, with a high ceiling, better lighting, and maybe a chandelier.

I walk into another large room with no furniture or anything in it. There are kids running around and playing. I see a woman and talk to her. I tell her that we had talked earlier about a dream school or magic school, and that she was going to tell me where it is.
She points and says it is around that way. I pick her up, or some other woman, and shove her under some stairs.

Then I go outside and see a girl I recognize from college. I throw a hamburger at someone's car. Then I wonder if I shouldn't be a jerk in dreams.
I walk to the door of a fast food restaurant. I remember one of my tasks, and I ask the dream what the first thing Jacqui will say to me when I next see her. I go inside the restaurant and a man who works there says something like "Brown pants," or maybe "Green shirt, brown pants."
I say that sounds probable.

I go outside again and see another girl I recognize. I tell her that we had previously talked about predicting the future. I tried to get her excited about it. She did not seem to be very interested. Then I see Allison and I ask her about predicting the future in dreams. She does not respond. I get annoyed and ask why no one will talk to me.

As I am talking about predicting the future, some police officers overhear and tell me to put my hands up.
I say "This is my dream, I don't have to."
But the cops are demanding and forceful, so I put my hands up. The cops put a hat on my head and clamp a glowing plastic thing to a finger on my right hand. I also have a thing on my toe. Then the police leave.

Then I try asking people about a sweater vest, which is the first thing I thought of. I realize it is ridiculous.

Note: When I saw Jacqui in waking life, later that day, she did not say anything like from the dream. Another friend of mine that I saw that day sort of did, though.