non-lucid

In the beginning, I was on a street in Knoxville. I could walk around in an almost railed fashion, and talk to random people. Two people I knew were holding a baby for some reason. Afterwards, I lived in an apartment somewhere in Knoxville with a strange woman in her twenties or so. I was also in my twenties. We lived in the same room, and just as I was about to ask her some questions about who she was, the dream ended. My parents also lived in the apartment with me.

Nicholas and I were in a tree house, talking about random things when I stated that I was hungry. We proceeded to ride a two seated bicycle to a McDonald’s pickup window, where he picked up a bag with a burger and fries. He gave it to me and we entered the store. I met my mom, Andre and Adam there. When I left, I walked by where some guy was trying to campaign for office.

I was speaking to ‘the kid across the street’ about why his game wasn’t working.
“Because I don’t know how to sprite,” he jumped.
I showed him how to do the code in order for his map to show up. For some reason, all of the files on his computer were vulgar movie clips. His mother walked in the room and we closed the window.

The dream started out with me in school, going outside after testing for some recess, or something. Afterwards, a few of the ‘gangsters’ arrived and began to mock me alongside Spencer. Spencer was reluctant to do so, and in the end, we ended up sharing our M&Ms, which were somehow enough to make a pile that took up the entire mulch box. Daniel began playing in the sea of M&Ms as we talked.
After school, I went on a drive home and two other cars came up next to me. One had some random girl with glasses and a book. The other, had Dasha. I didn’t understand what was going on, so I drove on. The drive became a chase, and suddenly we were crashing through Whippoorwill Lane. It was crazy; as we were driving, some man was speaking in my head about how all the cars he sells to people end up crashing on that road.
“I must kill the ladybug,” Dasha says during a cinematic cutscene. For some reason, I cared about this ladybug, so I got the book all of a sudden and drove as fast as possible to Dasha’s house. Crashing off of Whippoorwill, somehow, there was a luxurious gated community of long pools that separated the houses. Everyone was in swimming suits, talking about stocks and the like. I ran past them into Dasha’s house. Once I arrived though, I heard a voice.
“Ah, welcome.” I whip around to see that it was someone who looked a lot like Nancy Grace, probably taking on the role of Dasha’s mother. I gave a quick smile then darted up stairs to be greeted by another voice.
“Hey, Desmond.” It was her father. I held onto the scaffolding. He had shortly cut grey hair, a stout body, vest, moustache and glasses to boot. “Do you know how to dance?” He swiveled his hips.
I shook my head and moved to the nearest hallway. Another surprise. Erik, Nicholas and Warren were already there.
“Why are you so hesitant to going up the stairs, Desmond?” her father queried.
Warren spoke for me. “He’s a nerd. He doesn’t know what to do at a girl’s house.”
We continued into Dasha’s bedroom and looked all over the place for the ladybug. During our search, I told the three about all of my experiences today; the M&Ms, the car chase. Nicholas stared at me, surprised. “So, when you were backing out of the parking lot, did you look over your right or left shoulder?”
“My right,” I replied. “Why?”
“Oh, good; if it had been your left, you’d have died.”
Somehow after that comment, we had gotten onto the roof, still searching. I jumped down and re-entered the house.
“Welcome, my daughter!” Oh no. She’s here. I ran and hid inside her bedroom, awaiting her. The sounds that ensued next will puzzle me to no end. There were water balloons hitting the floor and handheld massaging devices going off, causing shrieks of joy downstairs. Once the sounds ended, I heard someone coming up the stairs. I prepared myself. Dasha jumped into the room and stared at me. She wasn’t surprised.
“I’m here to stop you from killing that ladybug,” I told her.
She shrugged. “No one can stop me. By the way, what happened to that book you had?”
I had lost the book, somehow. I nervously strutted around. “Well, you see- Wait,” I thought again. “Why do all of this for a ladybug?”
“It wasn’t a ladybug.” After that, I woke up.