My otherworldly experiences.

Lucid = orange

I'm with my friend Sam Harris and one of his friends. His friend wants to take a bus into town but doesn't know how much it costs, so I explain it to him. I then go with Sam to the ticket booth, and the other guy mishes off as he wants to do something before he goes, entrusting getting the ticket with us. Once that's done, we go our separate ways.

Next I'm in a building nearby (I think) with somebody else, in a place which reminds me of a part of college. This guy takes a small girl and drowns her head-first in a sink full of water or something. He's laughing while he does this. Then we hear a loud bellow and somebody is chasing after us (probably her father). The guy disappears and I'm left with the blame, even thinking I had some part in it, racing down the staircase and out of the building as fast as I can, with this frenzied man chasing after me. As soon as I get out, I spot a car, and figure that's the ideal place to hide. I go round the back of it and squeeze underneath, bringing in all my limbs so that he won't see me. It's a success, and he goes past.
Note: I never actually saw this guy, only heard.
The next thing that happened I don't really understand. I became lucid, but at the same time I didn't, I just became in control. I underwent some sort of transition in which the dream became clearer and colours were more vibrant, like something being wiped across my vision, but I already knew I was dreaming before that to an extent, just not fully.
At this point I almost woke up, but managed to keep myself within the dream. I'm now in lying on my back in the car, on my own, being transported somewhere. The scenery outside of the car was strange, similar to what you'd expect to see while travelling through some kind of wormhole (or something of that nature).
Because of what had just happened, I remembered I needed to deepen my state if I was to get anywhere, and proceeded to rub my hands together and note how it felt. Then the dream faded out to black, leaving only a small part of what I had just been seeing, and I could feel myself back in bed. I could still feel my dream hands rubbing together though, so I concentrated on that entirely and managed to bring the scene back to life in its fullness.
The scene then changes to a vastly populated area that looked like some kind of city square.
Note: This is the first time I've seen SO MANY people in a lucid. Usually I see none/a few.
I'm in the 3rd person, with no control over what's happening, being told that I've been sent as a detective to solve the murder of this girl and bring the criminal(s) to justice. Then it zooms back into my body and control is restored. I think to myself ''Well, that's not going to work, since it was me and that other guy.'' and dismiss it entirely, eager to get on with my lucid goals. The first thing I do is recognise that I'm having trouble staying lucid this time, and call for my dream guide. I then waste no time in exploring what's around me. There's a guy in front of me. I ask him if he knows anyone, but he just gives me the 'wtf' look, so I turn around and spot a bench. I bend down and look at it closely, examining fine details, all the while rubbing my hands together and noting how it feels. I also take some time to touch up the bench a bit.
I then hear somebody crying out trying to get my attention. It's a half laugh-half yell kind of thing and then from the right side of me somebody jumps on my shoulders, nearly throwing me back into wakefulness. I manage to hold on, however, and bring myself to, (AGAIN ) and this guy is sitting in front of me on the bench, and sounds very proud of me. I assumed this was my dream guide, although he looked completely different to who I saw last time. I ignored this change and asked him how to get more lucid, since I was experiencing quite a bit of difficulty this time round. He told me ''Right now, you're gonna eat something.'' I turned to the left and spotted an ice-cream stand and ask him if that'll work. He dismissed that idea and told me to find a ''potato chip'' instead, then ran off. Leaving me clueless of where to find one.

After analysing this after waking, I'm now sure this guy wasn't a dream guide. It's quite possible it was the guy who murdered that girl, hence his initial attitude (the loud and proud type. Since we had evaded any form of justice, that makes sense.) and why everything he did only threw me off course.

I'm in school and a fire drill occurs. We're not meant to take our bags but just leave everything but I take my bag anyway.

I'm on my bike going home. It's night time. For some reason I throw my top layers off and they land in the distance on the road. I then stop to pick them up again.

I'm in school standing outside the lower school building. I'm with somebody. It's like the first day back or something. There's a long line of older students at the top of the playground and they're slagging off some girl. Then the bell goes and classes begin. Me and the person I'm with head off to Maths, but for some reason I'm held up and end up arriving 5-10 mins late. Mr Gillingham is my teacher again (he left in like year 9 or something). I walk in and ask him where I should sit and he indicates to an empty space a few steps away at the front. However, there isn't a chair there, so I have to go elsewhere. When I find one, I'm sitting between 2 girls, one of which being Holly; somebody who I haven't seen since I left Gillingham in year 5. We're assigned to do some questions in our books. It gets too hot after a while so I strip off my trousers. The chair has disappeared, too, so I'm now sitting on the floor half naked. I don't really mind, strangely. I just block out the fact other people can see me and continue doing what I was doing. I then realise my book only has 2 pages left.