non-lucid

Oh boy oh boy, have I been slacking. Somehow I managed to have a lucid and almost successfully get back into the dream with the FILD technique, but I haven't actually been on the forums for a few days. Damnit. I need to work on my consistency with these types of things. Really.
Let's start with a dream I had a few days ago that I now only vaguely remember due to my laziness. My older brother had gotten a new girlfriend and now we were all going to go to dinner with her, and the dream was two dinners. The first one went fine, and then during the second one I got into a bit of a fight with my brother and elbowed him.
That's it. Look how vague that is. That's what happens when you wait instead of writing down the dream as soon as possible. By the way, I probably had a lot of dreams before this about Game of Thrones, because I went on some episode-watching sprees before going to bed. I can't remember any of those dreams, though. So, on to the second dream and the lucid.
The second dream I can remember in a bit more detail. There was some event going on at school, I can't remember exactly what, but I wanted to bring in my guitar to play I think during lunch. Anyway, I bring it in and we have the event and I don't even end up playing it, I think. Then, when I'm going out of the school with one of my friends who we shall call M ( stereotypically, I know ). M and I are on our way out of the school to go and get into our parents' cars, I think, where of course our parents are waiting for us. By the way, the event takes place somewhere that is not actually in my actual school, and is a sort of warmly lit amphitheater type place. Anyway, on the way of going out to get into the cars and see our parents I realize that I've left the guitar back in the amphitheater so I think " Well, I'll just leave it and get it the next day I come in to school." But then I realize that this is the last day of school and I won't be back until about 3 months, so I say crap, I guess I'll go get it. M goes with me, I think I ask him, and I'm not sure if we actually go back into the amphitheater and make it that far, but I do have memories of seeing the guitar there, along with what was the tuner, which I remembered I left there too. But let's just say on the way, because I'm not completely sure, we meet this Asian kid who does actually go to the school, although I can't remember his name because he's I think one class above me so I don't really know him that well or see him a lot. Anyway, my friend M stops and talks to him and he's wearing one of those graphic shirts that says something like " My ( strange helicopter thing ) is better than you're " or something like that. The weird thing about it was, it had this plastic sort of round plastic thing that had the strange helicopter thing, which I can't remember the name of exactly, something like X10 or like that, in the box and foam or something under it and you were supposed to spin the helicopter thing around with a handle that was on it to clear out some of the foam, which I did. After that I just remember being a bit worried that I wasn't going to have time to get the guitar and being a little annoyed at M.
I think it was at this point that I went lucid, and lifted my hands to my face and then rubbed them, but I think I'm just going to try to focus on my surroundings next time. I think always focusing so much on my hands may be one of the reasons that I keep waking up.
The good thing is that when I woke up this time I tried to FILD with the technique, and I think I came close several times to going back into the dream. My ears kept making loud wooshing noises and my vision kept clouding up with white at the same time that the woosh got louder. I think that I would have successfully gotten back into the dream if it weren't for my mom talking outside my door. Damnit. Oh well, the next time I exit out of a dream I'll try it again. But let's stop the damn slacking! Yeeeeaaahhhhhhhhhhh.

Last night's very short dream took place at school. I was talking with Asjea, a black girl, when I said something to her and she said " That's racist, " jokingly. I remember it was something that was not racist at all but can't remember the actual word. For whatever reason I thought that I should teach her a lesson or something and shouted very loudly as well as angrily, " THAT'S NOT RACIST!" She looked very frightened and taken aback and everyone was kind of staring at me, and I kind of awkwardly explained myself that what I was said wasn't racist at all and it was annoying of her to say that. I can't remember if I dreamed anything after this point.

Tomorrow, in my next entry, which I hope will be much longer than the past previous ones because tonight I am making attempts to have some lucids with DILD and FILD, I will also add a list of places that I've had dreams in that I would like to go back to, and write detailed descriptions of them so that if I kind of forget them over time I can read them to refresh my memory, for the sleek modern looking city and the desert mountain.

That's about it for now! See you next journal!

This is another dream that took place in pretty cool surroundings. It was a type of canyon sort of mountain, but not completely like dessert, it was green in some places. At first, I thought that it was just a small ridge sort of thing so I attempted to climb it, but when I looked up the mountain I could see it was pretty damn high. I had already climbed up a pretty good distance and now I couldn't get back down, so I began to sort of panic. I panicked for a bit and then thought " maybe I could open my eyes and this is a dream ". I think this could have actually led into having a lucid dream, but I still wasn't completely sure I was so I wasn't lucid. By the time I figured out I was having a dream I was in bed with my eyes open.

However, I accidentally skipped a bit. Before the part with climbing up the mountain happened, I remember I was traveling on some trails under it. While I was doing this apparently Mr. Tom Cruise thought this was the time to drop by and came and smiled and passed some conversation with me. I somehow took some pictures of him on my phone, I don't remember if I asked him to or just somehow did it secretly. He left, and then I remember that the next day I think in what was school I tried to show one of my friends pictures that I took of him to prove that I had seen him but I couldn't find them, checking on both phones. But I knew that I actually did see Tom Cruise.

Anyways, this was another dream that took place in really cool surroundings. I plan to flesh out and describe the locations I have seen so that I might be able to visit them in later lucid dreams, and who knows, maybe Tom Cruise might be hanging around there again. What a damn fabulous bastard.