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Ok so after 2 months or so, I finally have another lucid dream. Since after summer, I've been busy with high school so it's even tougher to have LD's now because I have to wake up early for school. It was weird that I had this one... Anyways, like the title says, it's really short. I remember literally just a few seconds. You know how clocks don't work in a lucid dream? Well that happened here. I've had a few LD's a long time ago where the clocks didn't work, but they weren't digital, they had hands. I had really always wondered how a digital clock would be in a LD considering that I never saw one in a LD before. Well, I found my answer here. I remember just tilting my head up in the LD to look at my digital clock, which, oddly enough, was on the opposite side of where it should be, like my whole room was mirrored. The clock didn't have any legible time on it. To give you an idea of what it looked like... It did have numbers on it, where every number on a digital clock should be. Except... All of the numbers were changing at a really high speed. They were just... scrambling, I guess.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream drove me up the wall. I classified it as a fragment because I'm unsure whether it was a bunch of small dreams back-to-back, or just a single long one.

I woke up in my bedroom, in the middle of the night in a false awakening. The room was dark, with a slight pale blue glow coming from underneath the bedroom door. I couldn't see anything but I was definitely in the right bed, with the covers almost completely over my head. I groggily put my head up a bit and looked at the red numbers of my digital clock on the lower side table (positioned to the left of my bed). They read properly, saying 1:47. I didn't think much of it and went back to sleep.

I woke up again and groaned, thinking I would have to get up for school soon. I was in the same bed with the same light coming from the door, darkness, and I looked at my clock. This time, it said 2:47. I exclaimed, "only one hour?" and put my head down again. This same pattern continued two more times, with the next times reading 3:48 and4:48. By the end of this string, I felt very pissed off and annoyed because I was only sleeping in hour-long increments. It was a little hard to tell if this was a dream at first, but the nature of this whole situation confirmed to me that it was a dream. I never wake up like this, and usually only wake up once (or not at all) during the night.

Well, my dream sign emerged again. Except for the very first paragraph, this is all one string of a dream. I am very excited - as I wrote it down, more pieces came together and so I put them in the right place.


Sleep. At some point during the dream, I remember being at my Grandma's, then trying to find my way to a bus stop in the dark with John, although we end up in a grass parking lot instead. We do make it to the car, though.

It's Friday― Prom night. I am at my old house with my friend John, on whom I have a crush. We have just returned from a trip somewhere (perhaps New York, since that happened in real life).* In front of the door to the garage, John has opened a box and is showing me the jewelry he bought for his female relatives. One that stood out to me in particular was a thick, blue and white carved wooden with fish and waves as a design. There is also a ring-necklace set for his mother. That ring is gold, oval-shaped, heavy-set and covered with what appear to be pearls. When I pick up the wooden ring I fancied, John says that I can have it if I want. “In fact,” he says, “you have anything from there if you want it.”


Although the ring vanishes at some point, I'm not too concerned about it. But when I take the ring, I joke that I'm “too young to get married,” call him my Romeo, and then say, “Oh, I am slain!” and collapse onto the floor dramatically. Then, we go to the kitchen, and I am shocked at the time. It's 12:22 ― no, 12:28! I'm going to be late for my Sociology class! John isn't worried about being late for class, however. He plays it cool and tells me not to worry.


I appear in my Sociology class, although it doesn't resemble a classroom. The room is shaped like a hexagon and covered in a blue/green/purple carpet. A digital clock on a stove tells me in neon green lettering that it is 12:12 (which makes perfect sense, since that class actually begins at 12:08). I have apparently just woken up from a nap, and I am a bit disoriented. So when I learn the time, I am relieved that I was not marked absent. Ms. M, my teacher, is absent from the class, so we have several substitutes. They decide to give us all candy, so they go into the supply closets and bring out gumdrops, giant fuzzy peaches, “Mommies,”* tinfoil-wrapped chocolates, and several other sweets I don't remember. Naturally, I pig out. I ask one of the substitute teachers, who resembles Ms. C (a Food and Nutrition teacher).**


Sometime during this class, I head to the washroom and bump into Sable, a classmate from Sociology is carrying a poster for “Forever 21,” which displays a blonde girl with a whole bunch of cyborg machinery coming out of her (some of it makes what resembles butterfly wings). She is naked, but her arms are over her chest and she is only shown from the side. The background is a sunset on the beach with a light rainbow hue.

I realize that I am wearing a prom dress, which is light purple instead of black, and I am worried that I am going to rip it. I find my friends Helena and Lindy, who are hosting our “pre-prom pampering” session.They told me that they got their nails done during second period. Wake.



* I think these were made up for the dream. They're circular with five bumps like arms, legs, and a head, and they puff up a bit in the middle. They are covered by a white candy coating, and when you bite into it, you taste marshmallow and gooey chocolate.
** The day of this dream, I learned from Ms. M that she fills in for Ms. C regularly because they both teach Food and Nutrition. I think that partially explains the dream.

I find myself in my father's home office/guest room (same basic layout, same side of the hall, as his out-of-state house IWL where I occasionally visit... the only different thing is the desk is where the spare guest bed is supposed to be). There's an attractive guy in there with me - about my age, tall with shortish blond hair. I don't pay much attention to him at first, because I somehow realize I'm dreaming! The first thing I do then is make a point to look carefully at a digital clock in the room, since I retardedly passed up that opportunity in my last lucid. It's a blue display. Each time I look at it it says a different time. The first couple look like normal times, but then they start having lots of 0's. I don't see any dramatic mutations when I try staring.

With that mission accomplished, I start to think about what else to do. That's when I look at the guy in the room with me, who is now basically laying on top of the desk, and already has his shirt off. He's looking at me. Sure, why not - it's only a dream! But first I stupidly look down the hall to see if anyone's around, even though I know it's a dream. I recall seeing my younger step-sister in her bedroom at the end of the hall, on the floor playing or doing something (doesn't make sense since she's 17 IWL). I remind myself it's a dream, in fact I can't recall if I even shut the door. As I turn back to the guy waiting on the desk for me, I think something along the lines of, "Gee, hope I don't start to feel my real body in bed, or just wake up". The awesome part is, upon thinking this I DON'T wake up! It occurs to me that this lucid is lasting longer than my previous ones, and I have no problems moving my dream body.

So then I start taking off my clothes and climb onto the desk with the blond guy. I'm pleasantly surprised to have a chance to experience lucid sex for myself, so early on in my lucid experiences (this is only my 4th LD). Despite my preference of being on the bottom, I find myself intending to climb on top of him, maybe just because he's already laying down. Most unfortunately, I lose the dream before we get to the good stuff.

I found myself getting out of bed in my dark bedroom, starting toward the door. I happened to notice that the red display on the digital clock to my left is much more dim than usual, and I also noticed that something on my right is unusually bright, a white light (didn't look right at it, in the dream I assumed it was another alarm clock, but it's not there IWL). I told myself, "I must be dreaming!" and I instantly remembered my intention to try to stabilize, take my time and anchor myself to the dream, since I had trouble moving my dream body in my prior LDs. But I didn't find this to be a problem in this one, maybe because I was moving as I became lucid, who knows. I thought of looking at my digital clock directly to see the phenomenon of numbers being strange or mutating, but for some stupid reason I only glanced at it once, and I think it said 2 something am. Wish I had looked back. I should have stopped and taken in my entire dream bedroom, but for some reason resumed my original plan to go to the door and open it. I guess since I was moving easily, I didn't want to stop. I have trouble remembering after this, I know it ended shortly after. I believe I wanted to talk to my mom, maybe tell her I was LDing, and found her in the dining room outside the hall.