insideout

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

May 17, 2011: I am riding a bicycle up the driveway towards the house. I sort of push the bike up the hill, and also sort of riding at the same time, beside the bike.
A large truck drives by and almost hits me. I turn around and throw the bike at the truck. I become lucid, I'm not sure if before or after throwing the bike.

Aware that I'm dreaming, I remember my goal to summon my dream guide. I see my car and decide to have her appear inside it.
I made up some magic chant/song as I stand beside the car. I have a blanket that I am also trying to get rid of, but it is tangled around me.
I open the car door, and there is no one in there. I go around to the other side, state my intention and open the door. Still nothing.

Then I call up to the sky, asking why she won't appear for me. I get no response.
I feel the dream fading but I stop myself from waking by rubbing my hands together. Then I go inside the house. I see a mirror and flip onto my back.

There is no one around. I wish I could be somewhere interesting. Then I eat some food and wake up a bit.

In the kitchen, Dad asks me where a car part is. He says it is called a "boot"-something, because it is shaped like a boot. I tell him I know what part he is talking about, but I haven't seen it recently. I tell him it has probably been moved around with the storage.

I realize I am dreaming again and I think the conversation with Dad probably didn't happen.
I am still in the kitchen. Thirsty, I pick up a glass of raspberry ginger ale and have a drink. It tastes good and refreshing.

There is a man sitting at a computer in a room, listening to a tape recording of some other man talking. I ask him what he is listening to. I can't understand it. I think I know who he is, but when he turns around he has a really big nose.
He pulls out a blue plastic gun to shoot me. I'm like "Ok, fine," and I leave.
In the next room, there are three women studying some kind of science. On of them seems familiar, but I'm not sure if from TV or someone I knew.
She has a big fake horse in her room. I know it is fake, but I ask if it is real anyway. She says no. I tell her she probably can't keep a real horse in here, joking. Then I wake up.