lucid

I've put off writing this down for a long time for some reason. I'm not going to right down everything I remember, just one particular interesting scene.

I'm in a car with a man. We know each other, we went on a mission previously in the dream and have become quite close, though I cannot necessarily agree with his methods or notions. He's just said goodbye to his son, Fang (he's from the book Maximum Ride).

"Poor boy, lost his mother when he was just little." He tells me.

"Too bad, I'm sure she was a nice lady." I reply.

He turns to me.

"I think I'm going to have to kill you." He tell me.

I slightly freak out at this statement, but calm myself down by reassuring myself that I'm armed (I have two holsters on my ankles, one on each, carrying 9 mm pistols).

"Really now, why is that?" I ask him.

"He thinks I like you more than him."

"Really? The kid is only twelve."

"I know, and he looks a lot older doesn't he?"

"Yeah, he does." (even though he was only 12 he looked as though he were 17).

"Do you really think this is necessary?" I ask him.

"Completely." He replies.

I have my eyes on the guns on my ankles, even though we've been through some times together, I'm ready to put a bullet in his chest to defend myself.

"Alright then," I tell him.

"go ahead."

As I begin to reach for my gun, I wake up.

I decide I want to see what happens next so I DEILD.

I'm in a street. It looks as if it's raining or it just rained. I see a car that crashed into a lamp post. There is an electrical wire hanging from it and it looks dangerous. I continue to wonder. I find myself in a field. I start losing lucidity and just aimlessly try to walk across it. A couple of college kids with large cases of beer in their hands bump into me. It seems as if they're in a competition, and are trying to make it to a certain destination before another team. The spill some of their beer on my shirt. Apparently the name of the brand is "Frito". Their objective is to get this slab of meat (which is placed on top of the beer cases) across the field before the other team. Since carrying all those beer cases slow them down, I'm easily able to jog next to them. By the end they figure out that the other team has already made it. They set down their beer and meet and slouch down in defeat.

Suddenly I find myself back in the car. Were at a different destination. We continue our conversation.

"Wait, there's gotta be another way." I tell him.

"Alright maybe not you but for sure your mother has to go."

I start to contemplate the idea.

"I can have a couple of men in there and they can put her down in under a minute, but you would have to cut the phone lines, so they wont be able to call for help."

My conscious is telling me no, but the anger that I have built up against her over the years is telling me another thing. I decide there's no way.

"I'll think about it." I tell him.

He give me another option. He wants me to go inside this dinner party. Were already parked outside.

"Let's go." He tells me.

I point to my ankle pistols.

"Do you want to hang on to these?"

"Hold on to them, your gonna need 'em." He tells me.

I turn off the safeties on my pistols remembering that it might be the reason guns haven't worked for me in past dreams. We get out of the car. I begin contemplating whether I should just shoot him while he isn't looking, but decide not too for what ever reason. We walk inside. I notice for some reason I'm carrying a revolver in my hand. I walk in and no one seems to notice or care. The man (let's call him Jack) tells me to walk into this area. I go by the door and immediately get shot by what appears in hind sight to be a silenced sniper rifle. Jack starts to freak out. I guess they shot me because I was carrying the gun. I kind of just brush it off after a while (it was kind of like when you get shot in call of duty). As jack continues to yell at me in a whisper a man who looks as if he has great importance bum in to us. Jack says that he knows him and quickly ducks behind me. I try to conceal the gun.

"Hi there." I say to him with a smile on my face.

"Enjoying the party I presume?" He asks me.

"Oh it's lovely." I tell him.

"Why thank you very much he tell me." He then walks away.

Jack and I sneak out the front door.

"Well wasn't that a disaster?" He tells me.

"Here get rid of this." I tell him as I hand him the revolver.

He throws it into a bush outside.

"Here get this jacket off."

He takes off my jacket and hangs on to it.

"Go in there, meet someone, then come back to the car."

I do my best to conceal my ankle pistols and walk in with a whole new attitude. Soon after I wake up.

Dream recall's shit today. Went to bed around three times.

Dream1:
My friend Hudson says that if I want to join this club or something that I have to go to the 32nd floor of my building. I go into the elevator and hit 32. It doesn't let me go at first. I then realize I have to press another button labeled HQ, then press 32. I do so and the elevator starts going ridiculously fast upward. The little screen says I'm going passed floors called "gg" and "bb" until I finally reach 32. When I get there the elevator is not completely up level with the door. I say screw it and just go back down.

Dream 2:
My friend Hudson tells me to go into the Vatican with a bunny for some reason. I find out afterward that apparently the Vatican hates bunnies. My friend mocks me for not knowing this afterward.

Dream 3:
Me and my friends were in Egypt. The protests and riots are still going on. This guy comes over to us and starts complaining to us or something. We just kind of ignore him and go into the subway, and boom were back home. I'm in the subway station. I bump into my buddy Kevin. He's like "hey what's up". Then this girl comes up to us and apparently she knows him.

"who's this?" I ask.

"this is Claire" he tells me.

She introduces herself. She has short black hair and appears to be middle eastern. After the three of us talk for a while the trains on both sides come. Kevin and Claire are going on the west train and I'm going on the east. We wave goodbye to each other. After a little while I get off at my stop, and Kevin's there!

"Kevin! How'd you get here? I saw you take the other train."

We both get on the north train.

He tells me that when Claire got off at her stop, he climbed onto the top of the train and ran back.

"wow that's amazing!" I told him.

"yeah I even called some helicopters to get it on tape."

Right on cue two helicopters with cameras attached to them came zooming past the train. They then docked on some garages or something. The train finally stopped. Apparently I'm going to a lucid dreaming school or something like that. After I say goodbye to Kevin, I head to the school. It's really small and only like 20 people are there. I do some stuff there for a while and then, I wake up, realizing the irony of my situation. The dream seemed to have lasted 2 days but when I checked the clock I'd been asleep for no longer than a couple of hours.

Dream 4:
I'm In front of a two story building, it looks kind of like a hotel. There's a rope hanging down from a railing on the second floor. I decide to climb it up to the second floor. On my way up for some reason I hear two hot chicks having sex behind me, but I know I mustn't look. When I get near the top some woman there looks at me, thinking I must be crazy. I finally reach the top, with pride. I then see a stairway that I could have easily taken up instead. I start to walk down and then bump into kevin.

"projection Kevin!" I think to myself.

I grab him.

"is this a dream?" I ask him with some fury in my voice.

I know with no doubt that it is but I want to here it from him. He starts acting strangely, sporadic, nothing like the real Kevin, almost as if he's possessed. I can't remember what he said, but after a while I woke up.

Dream 5:
Everything is fine and good. I'm in my apartment on my computer, and then I see a zombie outside on my window, clawing at the window. I run to by balcony and close the door and lock it. I tell my dad to do the same in my grandma's room. A little bit before this dream I acquired an ability to shoot microwaves out of my hands by plugging some cord into my hand, so I plug in and charge up. I remember telling my dad:

"You see, I told you we should've improved our arsenal. Now there's a zombie apocalypse going on outside and we have no weapons!"

I also remember afterward telling him something along the lines of: "this is the kind of stuff that happens in dreams! But we're not dreaming now are we?" (how ironic). Afterward I woke up.

My dream recall's getting worse and worse these days, getting up at 4:30 in the morning doesn't help.

Dream 1:
I'm at my friend's house(who apparently in the dream is rich). His den is very shiny and white. On a table in the den are around a hundred copies of "Game Informer." Each of them says that there are 66 free games inside.

"Wow, your dad has all these games?" I ask my friend.

"Yeah." He tells me. We go into his room and start to play some xbox. Then everything fades out and I wake up, and go right back to bed.

Dream 2:
I meet my friend (for some reason in the dream his name is Apilde) in the hospital. I ask him what happened to him.

He starts to have a flashback, which is strangely enough all in anime.

What happened to him was, some punk or something, shot a grenade launcher at his feet (he said it was a hollow point grenade). It blew off his clothes and everyone else's clothes too. Everyone had to run across the street to get underwear from the underwear shop (wow I can't believe I'm actually saying this). When everyone got their underwear Apilde went over to get some too. He found a hate message about him in there. Everyone in the class blamed poor Apilde for the attack. Then he went to the hospital.

(I almost became lucid here because I contemplated that hollow point grenades don't exist, but I brushed it off quickly after).

Afterward I left him to go do other things.

I'm in the hallway of my apartment building now. Apparently most of my friends live here now. We all chill out at one place for a bit, but then quickly transition to another apartment. But the person who owned the other apartment only allowed a certain amount of people and didn't let me in.

There's a scene change. I'm at some sort of friendly sports game, the kind that you play if you ever go to summer camp. But these people are of all different ages and I barely know any of them. The only game I can remember (actually I think it was the only game there) was a bicycle race.

At first I see some other people do it. One girl fell off her bike.

"You know what you need to do." One of the student coaches call out to her, apparently there's a penalty game.

The coach walks up to the girl and they both start making out (my kind of sports games!).

I decide I want to go on the next race. What I find out quickly is that if you anger one of the coaches (and sometimes they just get angry for no reason) they'll downgrade your tricycle to a unicycle. I was downgraded to unicycle very quickly.

The race begins and I'm kicking ass (apparently a unicycle is my thing) and beating everyone else. I see the finish line, then my vision gets dark, like I've closed my eyes, I cant see a thing! I try opening them and see the inside of my apartment building. I'm waking up! I shut my eyes. I can still feel and hear everything going on in the dream I just lost my sight. I try to concentrate and it comes back to me. I fall of my unicycle, theres no way I can get back on. I pick it up and run (screw the rules I'm dreaming!).

I slide down onto the finish line. I think I was third or fourth. I see my friend, Kevin. I go up to him (oh yeah, it's winter now for some reason). While we talk about stuff I see a sign with Apilde's name on it. It says he came in 10th place (he never even participated but okay!). It brings a smile to my face. Then I remember something. I was waking up a second ago! I'm dreaming! I tell Kevin.

"Hey Kevin, you know this is a dream right?" I ask him.

"What?"

"Yeah this is dream."

"That's not possible."

"Why not?" I ask.

"If this is a dream, then why am I dreaming too?" (I think he means why are we in the same dream together).

I don't have the heart to tell him he's just a projection of my subconscious so I give him the benefit of the doubt and say, "I don't know." (I'm very polite to my DCs ).

We walk into his house which happens to be on the grounds. I decide to do something cool. I call to Kevin.

"Hey Kevin watch this."

I use telekinesis to close the door. I've never done it before and it feels really cool. I try to open it too but I can't get a good grip on the handle, so I just open it up and play with the door some more. (By the way, it seems that when I walked through the door I teleported to a different location. Now I'm on the first floor of my apartment building, where my friend Mansoor now lives).

One of Mansoor's relatives (relatives he doesn't have) come up to me. He pushes the door and pretends to close the door with telekinesis, trying to mock me (I should of telekinetically bitch slapped him in the face DX). I start losing lucidity at this moment. I look in the living room. There's a HORRENDOUS song playing on the tv. It was one of the worst things I've ever seen my subconscious put together. I rather not talk about it. Afterward we sit down to eat at the table. Then my cousin shows up, and I wake up.

Well telekinesis, that's new. Gotta test that out for Operation: Ghost. I tried to think about Operation: Ghost before bed, and I watched a crap ton of freddiew vids, to no avail. It seems when I become lucid I just focus on one small thing instead of the bigger picture. Oh well, it'll just take practice. But telekinesis is cool !

This is what I've put together from my last dream. In the obstacle course they sent "Anne" in, their secret weapon. I thought she was going to come for me but instead she went for someone else, a girl. I know who she is, but not what her name is or what she looks like, just that she's there. The man who's trying to destroy the world (lets call him Bill) needs her in order to destroy the world. A special forces team was sent into a place that they believed to be her location, checkpoint "Simpson". In there attempt to rescue her they were discovered and pinned down. They call for backup. Only one squad closest to their position. The squad goes into checkpoint "Simpson". Save the DC, save the world. This is the scenario.

Of course this isn't really in serious terms but it's something to do. How I'm going to find her if I don't know what she looks like or what her name is I don't know, I guess I'll just know it's her when I see her.

Last nights dream:

I need a favour. This favour I'm asking the president of the united states for, John F. Kennedy (so at the dinner party they weren't honouring John F. Kennedy, Kennedy is the president). Kennedy will meet us at a certain time. In between then my dad and I go on some dream adventures (ones I can't remember). It's been a long time, me and my dad are being chased by someone. We drive the car right into the place where we're meeting Kennedy. Kennedy is there with his wife, child, and body guards. I think for sure that were late and that JFK's gonna be pissed. But my dad reassures me,

"Look, were right on time."

Wow, we are. It's impossible but were there. We then ask Kennedy for the favour (can't remember what).

At the end of this dream I think I'm talking to my subconscious. I want to ask it why I keep getting up at 4:30 in the morning.

Ironically enough, I wake up at 4:30 in the morning before he can tell me.

I start thinking about checkpoint Simpson, what it looks like. My mind starts to wonder on the subject and I fall into a dream.

I think I'm inside Simpson, I don't know for sure. I look into a room, there's a girl inside, her hair covers her face.

"Excuse me?" I call to her.

Yeah she's a zombie. I close the door. I continue upstairs. Now tons of zombies are upstairs. I start running down stairs. I take a light machine gun from my back and start shooting the zombies coming down stairs. I start seeing real people going down so I hold my fire. Around a dozen people walk down the stairs. I tell them to line up. Suddenly, I notice my gun disappeared. I start looking at them to see if I recognize any of them. I recognize one. A girl I know, Sarah, but she isn't the person I'm looking for. As I try to see if any of them is the girl I'm looking for the zombies start getting back up.

I run for a door to the outside and then I wake up.

Today I was also hellbent on becoming lucid again, so I did the same thing I did the first time. It's like every single day I think I'm going to lose my dream recall and then it comes right back to me. Anyways, I preformed a successful MILD today, and had kind of an odd dream before it, here it is.

I'm with three other girls at my school. They want to show my a secret room. It has sort of a secret passageway through the wall. We all go in. The compartment's kind of small, like a boiler room. There are a couple of urinals there. The girls go there to pee.

"Okay?" I think to myself.

I just turn to a different direction and wait for them to finish. Afterward I show my friend Elmer the secret passage way. During this dream I end up going there all the time or something like that. Then one time I hear someone over the PA saying

"C.J., we no where you are, just come out."

Apparently I'm in trouble. Instead of talking in the office we go to a movie theater and watch a movie that Elmer made. It's basically documenting how Elmer told one person about the secret room who told a bunch of other people. The whole movie is in text, but not plain, like fancy animated text. Something like this: YouTube - RoosterTeeth.Com Member Video Contest Entries Part 1

Afterward I tell Elmer that I feel very sick. My nose is bleeding, I have a scratchy throat and I'm crying blood. After that I wake up at around 7:45 a.m., 4th of February 2011. In waking life, I'm actually sick too. I ask my dad if I can stay home and he says okay. I fall back asleep.

I'm in my apartment. I believe I'm writing in my dream journal. The text I write is appearing on the building across from mine. For some reason instead of writing about my dream I just write "42". I then quickly delete it. I hear something on the radio that some Colombian Gun show hosts will be coming in, and to not be alarmed if you see people armed with guns. "Uh oh." I think to myself. "That can't be good. I quickly run to the door and try to lock it but it's too late. Three people armed with red dot sighted M-16s kick open the door. They don't say anything, but they have a smile on their faces. Everyone (my aunt and a couple of my cousins are there) goes into the kitchen and sits down. I turn to my dad.

"We have to do something."

"Just sit down." He replies in a whisper.

"But-"

"Please."

I realize I'm being an idiot and that I shouldn't be a hero. My dad's cellphone begins to ring. I take it and quickly turn the volume all the way down.

"Thanks son." he says.

My older cousin next to me keeps trying to whisper to me but I tell him to just be quiet.

Everyone, including one of the gunman, slowly transitions into the living room. One of the gunman take my aunt's laptop. My young cousin pleads (she's only 10).

"No no, that's mommie's computer."

"It's okay sweetie." My aunt tells her.

"Well if you didn't want them to take it you should've probably hid it." Says my dad.

He's right. I go into my room to see if there's anything I don't want them to take. But it's too late. My computer, my most prized and valuable possession, it's gone.

"No, anything but the computer!"

I start to panic. I decide to go to the lead gunman and ask him for my computer back. I go into the living room where he is. He's black(I'm guessing Colombian but probably not), has crazy hair with orange highlights in it, and wears a suit, along with the other gunman.

"Excuse me sir."

"You have an email address?" He asks me.

"Y-Yes."

"It's gaz isn't it?" (it really isn't but in the dream it was).

"Y-Yeah."

"Maybe I should get rid of you, what if you remember." (I think he means his face)

No I really start to panic. The dream fades out. I realize my computer is still here, and everyone's stuff is in order. Usually I would just brush this off with a sigh of relief and get out of bed. But not today. These are my dreams, and no one pushes me around in my dreams. I decide to attempt a MILD. I rest my head. I repeat the mantra "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming", "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming". I fall asleep and find myself in the living room, but the dream collapses and I wake up again. I try again. "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming", "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming". Once again, I find myself in the living room. The lead gunman (I'll call him Larry) is making his way through the door with all our stuff. I rub my hands together and look at them to stabilize the dream. I slowly feel all my control from my waking body transfer to my dream one. It feels good, like I'm letting go. I run through the door into the hallway. I try to spawn a SCAR-L, but it doesn't end up happening, but I don't need it...

"Hey! That's my stuff you have there!" I yell to him.

"And what are you going to about it?" He asks me.

I charge towards him. We get into a intense fight. We are both masters of kung-fu. I throw kick after kick, punch after punch. He lands a couple on me as well, he's got some good moves. Every counter he throws at me I counter back, striking with my elbow, my foot, and my fists. One of the gunman throw him nun chucks, big mistake. He hits me a couple times, but I grab them from him and start whipping his ass with it. He's okay, but no match. I land one final kick on his stomach. He's had enough. He stumbles away grasping his stomach. I jump on his back and put the nun chucks around his neck.

"Oh no santa, there's a couple of gifts in your bag that I need to get back." At first I'm fixated on getting my computer back, but then I realize that this is only a dream and I don't really need them.

"Oh and one more thing," I tell him.

"next time you see me, I'll have guns."

"Holy fuck." He says as he stares at me in amazement.

I get into the elevator. Two other people get in too. There both me. One is the me that is asleep and dreaming. He wears a white turtleneck sweater. He has his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

The other guy is lucid me. He wheres something like a black trench coat with the collar popped and a black shirt underneath. His eyes are open and he's got a scowl on his face. He's pissed and ready to kick ass.

I think there was another person in the elevator but I can't remember.

"Well there's gonna be a lot of guys down there, but this is a dream, and you know what that means? It's time to kick some ass."

The doors of the elevator open. I expect a fight, but everyone there just cowers at the very sight of me. There's about two dozen of them. I just grab them by their jackets and throw them on the floor, one by one. There are other people in the lobby who're helping me out too. I got to the mailbox room to see if any gunman are hiding. I find a bunch of nerds wearing batman costumes (the 70's version).

"Get the fuck out of here!" I tell them.

"Hey this costume's classic." One of them yells at me as I walk away.

The day is saved. I've comeback to claim my territory, I have saved my people. Job well done. Out of nowhere I start thinking about super models. Behind me where the elevators are supposed to be appears a stage. The curtains open and around a dozen topless models are on stage dancing.

This is enough to destabilize the dream.

I wake up at around 9:00 a.m., 4th of February 2011.

Job well done indeed.

Pre dream:
I was hellbent on getting a lucid dream, so much though that I literally tried to stick my finger through my hand throughout the entire day and constantly questioned my reality and weather I was dreaming or not. I tried looking for all the signs, text looking weird and not looking the same with a second read, clocks acting weird (which is funny because I stared at a clock for a while and the minute hand went backwards an I was like "OMG!" but then it went back to normal), digital clocks going crazy, electronics not working, mine or other peoples hands looking weird (also funny because one of my friends hands were all different colours but then he told me people drew on his hand for some reason), and weird colours of the sky (throughout the day the sky was white). So it was a pretty trippy day, I also preformed double reality checks anytime something out of the ordinary happened or if something seemed strange or not right. Before I went to sleep I got caught up "in-between" the dream and reality, where my thoughts seemed to be deeper in my mind and not make a lot of sense, and when these things occurred immediately I got up and preformed a reality check. Eventually, I fell asleep.

I was waking around in a familiar area, it's my old school(which is right next to my new one)and I'm facing the dufferin mall. (It's much smaller than in the dream than in waking life, it not necessarily an easy building to recreate). I was walking towards it through my schools parking lot. I find myself wondering how I got here. I preform a reality check and try to push my right finger through my left palm. It doesn't work.

"Of course I can't do it." I think to myself.

But just to double check, I pinch my noes and try to breath, and what do you know, I could breath!

"I'm dreaming? I'm dreaming!" I think to myself.

I do it again.

"Yes!" I say to myself. "Time to do awesome stuff!"

I heard about flying in dreams, it's the first thing I try. I remember hearing that an easy way for beginners to do it is to jump up and down higher and higher.

I jump up...

and fall right back to the ground. I do it again...

same thing.

"Well fuck me." I say to myself, quite frustrated that my first lucid isn't turning out so well.

I pinch my noes again and try to breath, at first I can't, but afterward I have no problem. I feel discouraged. I begin walking towards the mall.

"What else can I do?" I think.

Then I have a false awakening. I'm in the back of a taxi, wondering how I got there of course.

"That was cool, my first lucid dream." I think to myself unaware that I'm still dreaming.

The taxi is parked outside of the mall. The driver looks a bit angry at me, probably because I fell asleep in his car. Someone's waiting for me inside the mall. I go inside. A DC greets me as soon as I step inside. She's white, kind of chubby, maybe in her 50's, brown short hair, and wide eyes. She's wearing a jacket (which I now recognize to be my grandmother's). The funny thing is when I first see her I say in my head:

"You're not real, you're a projection of my subconscious."

But I was like, "Nah I'm not dreaming anymore." Once again strange dream topography. The mall that I walk inside of the mall that I walk into is actually a different mall all together, the yorkgate mall. False memories begin flooding my head. I'm a boy who delivers packages for the mafia, this woman is my mentor. I delivered a few packages in my dream but only one delivery stands out in my head. I need to deliver this package to this fast food store, but I need thirty minutes to do it. I'm being timed. The goal is to reach the front of the line with thirty minutes left on the clock so I don't hold up the line. Weird thing is when this is happening a line of my text pops up in mind (with a lot of spelling errors): "I didn't want to hold up the line to long." I reach the front of the line, 27:36 left on the clock.

"Good enough." I think to myself.

I believe more escapades happen in the mall and I met some of the mafia guys I was working for but it's pretty hard to remember. Some time later I end up back at my apartment and I'm talking dad when my DC mentor comes through the door. Apparently my dad and grandma know her and are really happy to see her. I'm drawing a blank about what happens after this (if anything does) so I'll skip to the end. I wake up at around 4:30 a.m., 2nd of February 2011.

Yeah I woke up late.

"There's no way I'm gonna get up." I think to myself.

"I'm going back to bed."

I collapse down and fall asleep shortly after.

In this dream a lady shows up to my house. She has medium long black hair. She's telling me about the school I want to get into (she's probably a representative) and she kept on insinuating that it was too late and I wouldn't be able to get in. This makes me sad as the school I'm trying to get in is the same school Maisha goes to (it really is this isn't false memory) and shortly after things start to get blurry, I fall down and lay down on a couch (the couch I'm sleeping on) and I wake up.

I wake up at around 7:20 a.m., the 2nd of February 2011. (yay snow day! ^^)

As lucid dreaming goes this was pretty much a success, as dream control goes this was pretty much a failure. But now that I know the noes trick works (and for some reason the finger one doesn't) I have successfully confirmed a reality check! Now I need to learn more about dream control and practice flying. Once again wish me luck!

Note: It seems like I have a very short attention span in dreams. I just got so excited that was like, "First thing I wanna do, fly!" Perhaps it is just man's nature to reach for the sky. If I attain lucidity again I have to remember my goals and constantly RC so I remember I'm dreaming. I guess I'll just have to study them. Perhaps I couldn't fly because I half-expected to not be able to (it was very realistic). Also I remember when I jumped up and down gravity was the same, if not stronger. If anyone has any tips on how to remember things in a dream please let me know.

This is a fragment of a dream I had a while back where I became semi lucid.

I'm in the principal's office. She looks very mad at me. I know I've done done something wrong (I can't remember what it was I did). She spoke to me as if I did something serious. I'm scared at how this will affect me in the future, I feel like the wrong I have done cannot at all be fixed. As the principal lectures me I notice something. The room I'm in, it's not a part of my school, and principal I'm talking to, she isn't my principal.

"Am I dreaming?" I think to myself.

I decide that I am.

"Are you listening to me?" She asks.

"It doesn't matter what I've done or how much trouble I'm in, this is a dream isn't it?" I say this with a smile on my face.

The principal with out saying a single word gives me a dirty look and walks out the office door, probably pissed at my outright ignorance to her very existence.

I'm pretty sure after this fragment I just lived out the dream as normal, forgetting that I even knew I was dreaming, but then again I wasn't glad I was dreaming because I knew I could do cool stuff, I was just glad that I wasn't really in trouble with the principal at all. That sigh of relief was enough for me to just not care. Oh well, hopefully next time I actually take control of the dream.