spellbee2

I’m driving to church, when I somehow take a wrong turn and end up at the church’s “old location” - apparently they moved and got replaced by a different church. This new church has a huge banner saying “Golf Church”, and the service is actually being held in the parking lot. I try to turn around, but the pastor and the congregation start heading over to my car and surround it. I definitely get a cult-like vibe coming from their actions, but I get out of the car anyway. The pastor shakes my hand and takes me over to the side of the parking lot, where some people are teeing up to play golf.

I end up having a DEILD of sorts (I’m still not entirely sure if it was a FA or not, but meh, a lucid is a lucid). I’m supposedly in my dorm room, even though the layout is all wrong. I’m in the top bunk, so I jump over the railing and float down to the ground. For some reason, I’m still in competition mode, and try to think of what to do to score the most points. There’s a dresser blocking the door out, but still try to pull the doorknob to open it (my arm kind of stretches to reach the doorknob, a bit like Mr. Fantastic). I yank on the doorknob, and the door hits the dresser, causing it to start to fall over on me. I make myself phase through it as it falls, and so I’m unhurt as it hits the ground.

I head out the door and end up in this back alley, where there’s a ton of construction going on. I try to fly, but it doesn’t work, and for some reason I remember that there’s a special hat I have to wear in order to fly. I see it on top of a traffic cone nearby, but there’s a construction worker standing near it, and I don’t want him to see me steal it. I walk up and start a conversation, hoping to distract him.

“Um, you’re the guy in charge, right? There’s a guy over there that did something that you should probably check out.” I point behind him to a guy standing by a door over 100 yards away.
“Oh? What did he do?” he says, obviously seeming a bit skeptical.
“Oh, you know, he was working without a hard hat. That’s against the rules, I’m pretty sure.” At this point, I’m positive my BS is showing. “You should probably go over there and yell at him for it.”
“Really? Because I’ve been with him all day, and he definitely had his hat on. Come to think of it, where’s your hat at?”
“Um, you know, it’s… uh… Aw, frick it, I’m lucid, I don’t need this.” I grab the hat off the traffic cone, throw it on my head, and fly away before he can even react.

I have another questionably-real DEILD, but the transition feels awesome, like my body is slowly lifting off of the bed and my hearing turns into like a weird tunnel hearing, like the focus shifted from external sounds to internal sounds. I continue to float off the bed, until I can manage to roll over and set my feet on the floor. I end up having some conversation with my roommate for a while, until I have an FA. I’m back in my bed, excited that I just had a pretty cool lucid. I get up and walk over to the whiteboard by my desk, where I am apparently keeping track of all my lucids this year. I realize that this is a terrible system, especially since my roommate would ask me about it, but then I realize that I’m still dreaming. My roommate walks in at about this time, and I’m about to tell him something I already told him in my previous conversation, but then it hits me. “Wait, I’m lucid. What am I doing standing around talking to you?” I start to fly upwards again, but this time I wake up for real.