spellbee2

Tonight was one of those nights where very little made sense at all. But I got some lucids, so meh.

I’m in this super creepy place, with dark hallways and catacombs everywhere. It looks a bit like a level from Dark Souls. Surprisingly, despite the terrifying atmosphere, the whole dream is kinda light-hearted. Which is good, because some weird stuff starts happening. At one point I pass by some guy that looks like Fat Albert, with the red sweater and everything. He walks down the hallway, followed by another Fat Albert. They both reach the end of the hallway before turning back, and I can see that both of their eyes are bleeding. I turn down the other path and end up in this restaurant, which has the same creepy atmosphere as everything else. At one of the booths in the back corner, there’s a corpse hanging from a noose. I’m finally a little creeped out by this, so I turn around, but I eventually come back, only to find that now the corpse is gone, and instead there’s a creepy looking guy in a cowboy hat sitting in a chair right under the noose. I start to approach him, but he stands up and looks at me - it’s actually my good friend Jake from college. He explains that they’re advertising an upcoming Halloween event at the school, so the Student Activities department have decorated the entire building for it. He begins to explain the event, but I suddenly get something in my eye, so I can’t look at him while he’s talking.

I’m now at the church I went to while at college, and it’s the Sunday after graduation. A ton of people are congratulating me on graduating. Our old music pastor is back, and the whole church is surprisingly packed, so I end up sitting in one of the only seats left, next to this elderly couple. There’s some intro video played on the screen, and all I remember was that it was produced by “Dragonball Z Media”, meaning it was probably a bit bizarre that it was played in church. The band gets up, and the music pastor announces that I’ll be playing with them one last time. I’m a little worried, since I didn’t practice with them at all. I get on stage, sit down at the piano, and take a look over the setlist, which consists of odd music choices from bands like “UTrue” and “Carly Rae Apocalypse”. I’m thankfully interrupted by my alarm, as (ironically) this dream is probably more confusing and worrisome than the last.

Didn’t take nearly as long of a WBTB this time as I did last time - only about 30 minutes. I’m in a really run-down McDonald’s, and after waiting in line behind this girl that I know, I go to the counter and order a Gatorade and a bag of M&M’s. The guy hands me my Gatorade, and I sit down at an empty table. Some super fat guy sits right next to me and starts telling me about his day. He’s talking to me like I know him, though I have absolutely no clue who he is, and I don’t want to be rude and tell him to leave. Luckily, I remember that I didn’t get my M&M’s, so I walk up to the counter and show them my receipt. The employee (who looks like some nerdy guy, probably 17 or 18) asks if I can buy him a bag too. At first I laugh, because I think he’s joking, but he stares at me like he’s serious. “Um, we’ll see…” He reaches under the counter, pulls out 4 packages of M&M’s and places them on the counter, then returns to staring at me. “I just ordered one, thanks,” I say as I take the top bag and walk away.

I’m on the set of a Parks and Recreation/The Office crossover movie. Filming has wrapped up for the day, and the actors that play Jim Halpert and Ann Perkins come with me to record voice-overs for some cartoon version of the movie. We enter the recording studio, a fairly large room with those 80’s wood/laminate walls on all sides. There’s a door to the bathroom, which strangely locks from the outside. I turn the lock to go inside, but I manage to break the lock, as well as the section of wall next to the door. I enter anyway, but now I can tell there’s a gaping hole from the outside, meaning everyone can see me do my business. I realize I don’t have to go that bad, so I go back out the door, which breaks the wall even more. Now almost the entire wall separating the bathroom is down to just studs. And now there’s quite a draft. A surprisingly powerful draft. So powerful, in fact, that it starts blowing me away. I grab onto the doorframe to secure myself, but I realize that this seems familiar and become lucid. I let go of the frame and let the wind carry me high up in the sky, where I continue to fly on my own. I’m incredibly high, and I admire the city skyline in the distance. The wind is still blowing, however, and I get rolled upside down a few times, but unlike previous flying lucids, it doesn’t cause me to wake up. In fact, I have a surprising amount of control of my flight, other than the rolling.

I start flying over a large drag racing strip just in time to witness one of the cars slam into a wall and flip over a few times. I should probably check to see if they’re okay. I make a fairly slow descent, as I watch the paramedics arrive on the scene. Fortunately, as soon as I land, the guy gets out of the car unscathed. He shouts like he’s excited to be alive. So excited, in fact, that he exclaims he wants to, uh… do things with these three women standing by the track. I decide to leave him to it, and turn around to walk off, only to walk right into a bush. It actually kinda hurts a bit, but I think to myself that it’s a good way to stabilize the dream. Of course, as soon as I say that, I immediately wake up. I journal this new dream and go back to sleep.

Once again, it’s the Sunday after graduation, and apparently there’s a second commencement service following the first one on Saturday. It’s not required, and it’s much less formal - lots of people were wearing t-shirts and jeans. A couple guys were even dressed up like Willie Robertson from Duck Dynasty, with the American flag bandana on their heads and glued-on beards. I’m in the main auditorium when I get a text from my parents that they’re outside. I head out, and for some reason end up helping the custodians carry out a huge trash bag on my way out. It unfortunately splits open when I get outside, spilling a ton of water all over the place, but at least it’s outside. I go back inside with my parents, and I see a ton of people in their graduation regalia filing into the auditorium super fast. I jump in line and ask what’s going on - the commencement doesn’t start for another hour or so. They explain to me that somehow everyone in the auditorium got put under some spell, and we have to break them from their trance.

The graduates line up in a huge circle around the outside edge of the auditorium. They start singing this incredibly fast choir song, but I have no idea how it goes, so I just lip sync for a while. I lean to the person next to me and whisper, “I don’t know this song at all.”
“Doesn’t matter, just have fun with it.”
I look over and realize who I’m talking to - it’s Vi. Holy crap, I’m dreaming? Of course, I’m dreaming! I become lucid, though I’m still not 100% thinking clearly, as I still want to break everyone free from the spell. I walk towards center stage and start improvising a solo, which is pretty much just “O Come O Come Emmanuel” in fake Italian. In the interest of putting on a show, I start flying upwards while still singing. The song starts to get more intense, eventually turning into a hard rock/gospel song, and I start flying around the whole auditorium as close to the seats as possible. The whole thing has a weird Elite Beat Agents feel to it. I finish with a sick impromptu guitar solo, and the crowd applauds before I wake up.