6/29Goals: Go through a door to a city park [x] Talk to a DC [x] Meet a Master of Lucid Dreaming []
I'm walking around in school for a while, when I notice something isn't quite right. I look around, and I look at my hands, and everything is very foggy and groggy. My left hand only has three fingers! But oh no! I'm fighting to keep in the dream, and I start stabilizing as fast as possible, turning around slowly and looking at various things. I notice that there is a lot of DC's around me, and a lot of writing on the walls. Some of it is drawings or posters or banners, but there is a lot of just plain writing on plain white walls. I see a set of double doors in front of me down the white hall, they're blue. I prepare myself, and visualize where I want to go: A city park. Fight for stability again. I feel half awake half asleep. Stay very still and just look around. Alright, ready to move on, I walk through the double doors.... I'm still in this school? Darn.
The hallway turns to the left and I see in front of me a large group of DC's going about their normal schoolish business. The walls and tiles and ceilings of this hallway are still white, but I glance to my left and see a little piece of writing on the wall: 3 words arranged in three lines from top to bottom. Smile Try Sliding
I took this to mean try sliding through the door to a different place, but it could have meant something else. Further along the wall is a shabby unused door, still blue, but sort of neglected. I walk up to it and visualize the city park. I walk through and end up in a maintenance shaft of an underground subway!
"Hmmm," I think to myself, "Cities have subways.. If I just find a way out of here I'll find my way to a park!" I jump down the shaft, and start walking, looking for a way out. It looks just as a normal subway station would, all concrete with various signs and shops. I start to wander and start thinking about why I chose subways instead of where I wanted to go. I start seeing subway restaurants popping up. I take that as a queue that I should leave soon. I turn a corner and find some stairs, and at the top of that large staircase is another set of double doors. This time though they are greyish-white and have glass panes. Through the glass I see tall buildings in the distance. I go through with high hopes and almost burst with enthusiasm when I see it. A city park! It worked! Okay, what next?
The park is set with a very modern style. Long rectangular sections of bright green grass intersected by small square strips of concrete, the corners of which have benches or lamp posts. There's a fountain far off to my left. It's replete with DC's, and I can't wait to seize the opportunity. Let's have a conversation with one! I see an elderly couple and approach them. I'm about to say hello, when I see my high school friend Becca in the distance, with red roses in her hair, and wearing all black. She's walking with a tall boy, and I run over calling her name "Becca! Becca!" When I catch up the boy tells me that's not her name, it's "Jayme(maybe?)" Anyways, I know it's Becca, and we start talking about my recent dreams. I tell her all about this girl I used to have a crush on and all this drama she had with her friends. It's so easy to talk to her, because she completely understands!! Who would have known that I know everything about myself? 
I get immersed in the conversation and the dream fades out, but I don't move. Soon the dream shows me this schedule/time chart that seems to be of that dream. It scrolls down to the bottom of the list and focuses on a line. "9 PM - a Competition" Now I am standing with a huge group of people and there is a lady with a megaphone announcing groups. I quickly learn that this is a game based around dreamers and is organized based on their skill levels. I see myself stand up exuberantly, jumping with joy that I was assigned the "Adept" group of dream skill. The whole group gets put in place and we start walking down the road. Behind us are policemen holding flashing yellow lights, and talking into hidden microphones like secret service agents. o.O
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