dream fragment

The first dream is a blur. All I remember is my mom and myself looking at a cat lying outside our window. He fell, but we heard him land on his feet. Another, smaller cat came up to us afterward.

I was half in a video game and half in real life. I was on a trip somewhere with my class. A couple of things happened. I rode a tiger in third person. When the trip ended, we had to go home on a boat, but it was a bunch of platforms that came one at a time. While I was waiting, I started singing "Drunken Sailor" and a few people joined in. Eventually, everyone was singing and dancing, but my feet kept acting like they do in dreams and didn't do what I wanted them to do.

I don't actually remember much of anything. I'm pretty sure the girl I like was involved and that it was a good dream.

The farthest I remember back, I was in my room. I realized I was about to miss the bus (a common theme in my dreams as it is a prevalent fear IRL), so I frantically got ready and left. A few things were odd. My dad's girlfriend was there and they were both awake. It was morning, but it was dark (coulda sworn it was nighttime before). There were more people walking outside than there are usually.

I got to my bus stop in time, but the bus drove right past me and almost hit two people. I went to chase it (in retrospect, I'm surprised I could run in a dream), but I realized it was not my bus. As I walked back to my stop, I figured this was unusual and did an RC; lo and behold, I'm dreaming. I feel myself become lucid and I hop into the air. I'm intent on having a world of fun, but the person next to me starts attacking me, making it impossible to concentrate, so I wake up.

I haven't been on lately. I haven't been able to set aside much time because of school. Now that I'm on spring break, I'm briefly returning from my hiatus.

On to the dream:

The only parts I could remember are me sitting next to the girl I like (this is a different girl, BTW). It was actually on two or three separate occasions in the dream. She was even completely fine with it when I asked her. The seats weren't very big, so we were sorta pressed up against each other, which felt very, very, very nice.

Okay, I may have had my REAL first lucid.

This was part of a larger dream, but I forget most of the details. The important section was this:

I was with two other people. I think a teenage girl and an older guy (who kinda looked like George Carlin, IIRC). We were going to do some sort of thing to help me get a lucid (how convinient). After I "went to sleep" (it really seemed more like a scene jump), I "started" dreaming and the two of them were standing in front of me. Not-George Carlin starts trying to walk me through everything, but I get a feeling of suspiscion and look around the room, ignoring him. I interrupted him and said, "I think this is a dream." I pinch my nose and breathed successfully a few times. I looked at my hand and it was screwy. The two people looked at each other and Not-George said to me, "Well done." They disappeared and I looked around some more, but the far ends and hallways were being engulfed by darkness, so I started spinning, but to no avail. I think it ended so quickly because I expected it to, which I'll avoid later.

I think this was a true lucid because my actions and feelings felt like I was consciously doing them, though the events before and after still give me doubt.

I was in some sort of class, but it was outside. We did a few things, but I can only remember the details of the ending: we filled a big container with Mountain Dew. The container's sides touched the walls. Then, there was some problem with a wall and water was flowing into our yard that we were in. The class attempted to fix the issue by pushing on the side of the building. As my friends and I were wandering and talking, we heard a sound. We immediately realize that the Mountain Dew container had broken and that the class's pushing had squeezed it until it broke. We saw the rushing river of soda and ran to warn the class, but it was too late. As the two fluids were about to hit...

The dream ended.

The only thing I remember: I was in class. My crush was about to sit next, so I moved over to give her some room, but she sat in another spot (with a somewhat disgusted look on her face).

Ouch.

I had a school-related dream.

All I remember was that I was watching porn.

From now on, I'll try doing DJs before going back to sleep.

EDIT: I remember I was playing Outlast, except it wasn't Outlast, because I've never played Outlast.

I got to sleep in today because I don't have school. I woke up and went back to sleep a few time, so my recall isn't all that great. The at least two of the following dream fragments may have been from the same dream.

1.) I woke up in bed. I checked my phone; it said it was about 2:30 p.m. I remembered I had the day off (but somehow didn't remember that I hadn't left my phone on the bed).

2.) I was taking some sort of magic or occult class.

3.) I was in class and my crush said my name (to get my attention) and said some random, weird, funny phrase to me. I suspected she was hitting on or flirting with me.

I think my dream involved my crush and her boyfriend, but I can't remember anything else because my recall has been absolute shite as of late.

I was pretty confused last night. When my WILD alarm went off, I could've sworn that I was already awake and that I hadn't slept at all. I shrugged it off and attemted a WILD/FILD, but I failed and ended up dreaming about spiders again. FML. I guess hordes of spiders is a new dream sign, lol.

I start school tomorrow. What does this mean for my lucid dreaming efforts? Now that I have an actual reason to get up in the morning, I'll be able to establish a regular sleeping schedule and better understand my sleeping patterns. This should make the whole process a hell of a lot easier.

My recall is faded because I waited to write this, but I clearly remember that the dream was about spiders and that I was scared, being an arachnophobe.

I was at school. I think it was the last day. I had apparently just turned 18. I was packing up my stuff when my friend walks up to me and says, "Let me sign your yearbook." When I said no, he replied, "Well, what about...?" I knew he was talking about my crush, so I told him, "No, she's not going to sign it." As I was about to go to the back of room, pornstar Marie McCray (who apparently goes to our school?) walks up to me and asks for help on her French homework. I don't take French (our school doesn't even offer it), so I replied, "Yo hablo inglés y español." Then, a girl from my old school (I'm not sure if she was supposed to be herself or Shakira) came up to me and we greeted each other. We started joking around and I grabbed an old letter apparently written to me from Shakira. She invited me out somewhere, so I grabbed some alcohol and put it in my bag.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The school apparently has alcohol and lets underage people take it.

I also saw another old teacher of mine. It took me a minute to guess his name correctly.

I felt a sort of vibe of popularity and felt famous (probably because I knew a pornstar and a singer). If dreams tell the future, I have a much better social life when I'm 18.

I think a small part of me knew it was a dream.

I tried going back to the dream, but couldn't fall back to sleep.

I barely got any sleep last night, so I didn't get up until 3:47 p.m. I don't remember anything save for that my mother and baby brother may have been involved.

Before I went to bed, I almost got an FILD again. I felt the weightlessness.