Wildfirethetige
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This is my first successful practice at WILD (Wake-Induced Lucid Dreaming). I am truly awake and listening to Linkin Park's newest album: Living Things. Numbness is setting in, and my limbs are heavy. The weight of my sheets is starting to feel like air pressure. I have the sensation of falling backwards, and my equilibrium re-calibrates.

I am now standing inside of a hot nebula on a thick sheet of glass that gives in to what little weight I have like the surface of water. I cannot see anything yet, but I know what I look like: Greyish off-white hair, Dark grey tae-kwan-do uniform with an Ice blue belt, bare hands and feet. I feel myself glow and radiate with a fire-blue aura, like someone out of Dragonball Z. Lies, Greed, Misery starts to play. I open my arms and my eyes, and clap my hands with unbelievable force. A dart of light a color I've never seen before shoots from my hands into the nebula, igniting it into a fledgeling star. The newborn gas ball ignites with an explosion, bending the glass floor into a well that eventually shatters. I am now flying. I observe the star as I orbit it a few times. Three solar flares reach out to me like arms and embrace me. The sheer heat and energy warm the colors of my uniform, and invert it, as well as my hair. I can feel myself digging my roots into the dream even deeper as Castle of Glass's first verse finishes.

The star begins to cool. It is now a sphere of Glass with a white dwarf at the center. I phase through it and journey to the core. There awaits a throne and a staff. I thus become the God of this planet. I make its people much like my silhouette, but again, inverted and gently sparkling like small torch fires.

I stand up from my throne and phase from below my floor back into my body. I am paralyzed with ecstasy and fevered comfort.

I arrive in Europe for a debate tournament. I am wearing a fairly nice set of clothes: my kacki dress pants and my blue air force sports coat. I'm entering a cave of ice and as I enter the inner sanctum, I'm standing on the outside of a massive crowd (what looks to be around 2500 people). Around the outside of the chamber, everyone is racing high-tech electric cars. I go back into an allyway with a girl and begin tuning my car. She is standing by hers. I don't finish but don't care, and I head up to my hotel room, where the same girl is on my couch. She asks me what flight I'm taking back home. I tell her the flight number that I flew in on, and can't remember the number of the flight I'm taking home, even though I remember writing it down earlier. This irritates her. I'm in the living room of my real-life house. In the rocker to my left is an old lady. I ask her, "What district of Europe is this?" She replies, "District? What do you mean, district?" As I explain how the U.S. is devided into fifty states, she cuts me off, telling me, "Oh, this is the ******** District." The next thing I remember is that I am sitting on a very small, very-low-flying aircraft, flying over a parking lot. As I pass all of the cars, I can recognize three of them and I name them as I pass them. "Oh! The Mazda ********! The Chevy Volt! And hey, they even have Priuses in Europe!" Cool, I think to myself. Europe's got us beat in going green! I don't remember the craft stopping, and I never see it. But now I'm on top of a hill with a staircase and a rail. I sit and slide down. I make it halfway. I'm at the top again. My dad goes down the same way I did, but wraps a string around the rail and holds it behind him. This makes him go faster, which at the time, makes sense. I'm at the bottom. He's at the top. He jumps and grinds on his feet. He leaps off the rail and hits the asphalt, takes another boosted jump over a row of about twelve parked cars. Now, I walk into a classroom, much like that of my high school's debate room. There are computers all around three walls of the room, monitors facing the room's center. I sit down at an empty one and look at the project I'm working on. It's a lego model for a house. I build two beam pieces (OOOOOOOO) and I stop, knowing that I'll never finish the project in time. I wake up (0740).