Sean Lennon
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10.06.2010

Throwing Away My Hats (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a dorm room that was different from the on that I had a few months ago, but I had the same roommate. The door opened on the North side of the room, and my bed was on the East wall. On the desk next to my bed were a bunch of the same type of basball cap. The only differences were the colors of the bills. I grabbed a few of the reds, blues and whites and decided that I didn't need them. As I walked to the door to throw them out, I woke up.

09.06.2010

Why Doesn't Anyone Believe Me? (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After I had my last dream I was determined to have a longer WBTB. I focused on bringing back the beer tap onto my wall. I opened my eyes and began messing with a small square of metal that was loosely screwed into my wall. Instantly recognizing that it didn't belong, I knew I was lucid and decided to tighten the screws to increase lucidity.

My room was so vivid and exact, I didn't want to believe I was asleep. It was the most real dream I've ever had. I got out of bed very slowly. It felt real. I grabbed my cell phone. I didn't know what to expect when I turned it on, but it seemed to function normally until I turned on the camera. I could see through my wall and to the street behind my house. It was still dark outside, and the headlights were bright on the screen of my phone. When I looked up from the screen there were people in my room holding onto handles similar to those on buses. They smiled at me as I understood the fact that I was dreaming and that the dream was stable. I walked out of my room, and to the stairs. I could hear my extended family downstairs. It was time to make a grand entrance. I glided downstairs and touched down like Superman does in the movies, one foot before the other.

I could see my aunt sitting on the couch. I decided that I should show my family that I was dreaming. I flexed my biceps and willed them to grow to ridiculous size. It got a good chuckle, and my dad patted me on the back while saying something about how I was special. I didn't think much of it. I remember walking to the entryway in my house as he told be about a new sitcom that was supposedly the funniest show ever made. I told him I'd give it a chance, but I knew that the show didn't exist.

To explain my next feat, I must describe my entry way. When you walk in my house and look straight up, you can see the landing of th second floor. It overlooks the entryway, and it is guarded from accident by a wooden banister. From floor to ceiling in the open part of the entryway is at least 16'. I wanted to get back to my room in a fun way, so I jumped from the wood floor by the door all the way up to the wooden banister. I grabbed it on my way up and used my momentum to swing myself over it and onto the carpet of the second floor. I strolled back into my room and asked myself aloud what I wanted to do next. The first thought that came into my head was to have my girlfriend come over. I grabbed my phone and decided to meet her downstairs. This time I actually walked down the steps, but I decided first to test my dream strength on the wall by the steps. After all, it wasn't real. I punched a massive hole through the wall, smiled at myself, and went downstairs. My lucidity was starting to fade, because I was losing sight of what I wanted, but I still knew that I was in control.

I went into the garage, and I could see that my youngest brother and my little sister were playing outside. I told them I was dreaming, but they didn't believe me. That attitude changed when I made it rain chocolate pudding. My little brother wasn't pleased, but my sister, Jenna, loved the idea of me making it rain lemonade, so I changed the rain to floating glasses of lemonade. The sun shining through them was pretty, and I stepped outside to get a better look.

The dreamscape started to change, and I was in a backyard with people I didn't know. One was playing a silver trumpet, and I asked if I could play. It's been a long time since I've played, but being a music major in real life, I figured lucid-me would be able to do so. Wrong. I sounded just like I do in real life: so-so. That was the last thing I had control over. My lucid dream was ending, and I had no control over when my college counselor came out of my garage to talk to me about my schedule for the fall. I could see myself following her into the garage, but I was waking up, and that's the last thing I remember.

09.06.2010

The Wall's On Tap (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I rolled over at about seven this morning with the intent of lucid dreaming on my mind. I opened my eyes and nothing had changed, except for what looked like a beer tap on my wall. I chuckled to myself, and I knew I was dreaming. The tap said "Budheimer" or something ridiculous like that. The dream faded as quickly as it came.

09.06.2010

Scary Nostalgia (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Standing in the second floor of the church I grew up in, I was talking with three people I didn't know. I know it was after church, because there were no kids in the classrooms. I don't remember the conversation, and it didn't really matter, because all of a sudden I heard a band warming up.

One of the people I was talking to told me that it was my high school band three floors down. My old church does not have three floors, and this dawned on me, but I wasn't lucid. Frustrating. I descended the three flights of stairs to find my high school band getting ready to play. I took the seat that I had during my senior year, and I started talking to Lauren, the girl who sat next to my brother and I for that year. She told me that our director had her playing two different instruments, the oboe and the clarinet. She said it frustrated her, because of the humidity in the room. I noticed the air was sticky, and she demonstrated the effect on the instrument by running her nails along the black wood of the clarinet. The black peeled away like it was wet tissue paper. Underneath was pale, unfinished wood.

Then I "woke up" in the house I grew up in. Lauren was still in my room. The room was a mess, and I was furious. I just spent three days organizing my room after my return from college, so obviously this emotion carried over into my dream. I heard my mother call from the master bedroom across the hall. She told me that I needed to turn the fan on in my room so she could sleep. She needed the white noise. Well, I obviously wasn't going back to bed, so I decided to get up and go into the family room. Lauren followed me.

The family room was just as I remember it, but it had large tree brances on the ceiling acting as rafters, and a tree trunk where our coffee table used to be.

Then came a loud banging from my mother's room, the sound of a metal door opening, and Mom screaming for her life as someone burst into the house. I was so scared by the realistic scream that I woke up.

07.06.2010

Twenty Questions (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was sitting in a strange daycare for gifted children, and I believe that I was waiting to see my sister perform in a ballet troup. The waiting room was somewhat small, and there were about ten children playing on the floor, and although there were many black chairs around the room, I sat cross-legged on the floor. There was a massive, 7' television on the wall to my left.

On the television was a news broadcast. President Obama was making an odd broadcast with 20 children from different countries. He asked them each a different question. When the child gave an answer that the president didn't like, Obama told him or her that they were wrong. It was strange, and I stopped watching.

It was then time to go watch my sister. On our way to the dance studio we passed a gymnasium where a trombone player was giving a recital. I found it strange that he was playing a Mozart Horn Concerto on trombone, but, since the timbre of the instruments it so similar, I shrugged it off. The dream ended.