lucid

Dream 1: I'm in my old 5th grade classroom. I look around and I'm amazed at how vivid this was. My class is doing a paper and I look at the heading that reads my name and teacher. What I thought was weird is that the teacher name is Mr.Gonos, who has been dead for three years now. I look up and he's talking to me. I don't remember what he's saying, but he looked like he was talking sarcastically, he was always pretty sarcastic anyway. I think to myself "Wait a minute, your dead, and I'm in your classroom, I must be dreaming!". I'm lucid at this point and I do a nose pinch reality check. I try to remain calm and close my eyes and just try to relax, but it feels like I sort of pass out and then I open my eyes and I see my substitute teacher for the year after Mr.Gonos died. Btw, she is smoking hot. I think I lost lucidity at this point because things were more normal and made more sense. Her sister who was a full time teacher at the school came in with a box of stuff. I don't remember what the two of them were saying but it sounded like they were arguing.

Fragment: For what I vaguely remember is that I was in sandbar sort of area in the inter coastal. There were a few people from school in the water with me. We were running towards a anchored boat. I definitely remember that a kid from my school was laughing his ass off about something.

Dream 3: I know I had other dreams but I forgot to record them earlier when I woke up so the memories of them are long gone... But anyway I remember somehow getting into this room that I'm 95% sure that it was some part of my school, even though it really isn't in waking life. So I'm sitting down on the floor with other kids that I regularly hang out with. The scene kid group walks in and the one kid that we used to hang out with hugs his scene/emo girlfriend and her and other scene kids walk to the far end of the room while he sits down near us. I say something like "What's this queer doing here" and he said some other stuff, I think he said something about my mom. I start bagging on his girlfriend and he's pissed now. He says something else about my mom and I think I was pissed off now. I go for a one-legged take down on him and he sprawls on me and I weave out using this technique I learned in my BJJ class. I look back at his face and he looks at me, except this time he isn't that fag kid, he is my friend who I'm cool with.