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I'm back at school in history class. Everyone is chatting, waiting for the bell. I know that when the bell rings I have 7 minutes to find Jamie. I have no idea where she's going to be, but I really want to see her. When the bell rings, I'm the first person out the door. For the next few minutes I wander the halls carefully scanning everyone's face. Eventually, I find her on the second floor near the cafeteria. I smile hugely and say, "Jamie! I found you!" She's not the slightest bit amused. At first I don't understand why, then I realize she's talking to someone. I just interrupted their conversation. I look at the boy. He's taller than me and has dark curly hair with facial scruff. I say "sorry, I didn't realize." then turn around. She and the boy, "Ben" start walking with me. I find it awkward and keep quiet. I observe her speaking with Ben. She's all smiles as they chat. After a few moments, Ben breaks off into his class and it's just Jamie and I walking. She's really happy, telling me "there's so many beautiful people in the world". I nod in agreement, never expressing my thoughts. She randomly branches off into a classroom. I walk the rest of the way alone. My class is at the end of the hallway ... Spanish
When I walk in, Mrs. Wilson is sketched out. She dramatically asks, "What are you doing here?!". I sarcastically say, "trying to get my diploma?" Mrs. Wilson immediately picks up her phone, dials the front office, and asks Mr. Flemming (the AP) if he'd come sit in the classroom. I feel so insulted. I find myself wishing I'd never come to school
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I'm starting to think that I've gotten the hang of wake induced lucid dreaming. I deprive myself of sleep, then when I finally crash, I go straight into a dream. You'd think this is unhealthy, but it doesn't effect my daily life so I don't see a problem with it. This dream is almost exactly like the one I had the other night
As I'm drifting off to sleep, I start to see various images. I'm not choosing the things I see, instead they're coming to me naturally. I see the pages of a book flipping and the feeling of euphoria takes my body. (This feeling only happens when I do this wake induced lucid dreaming.)
My body becomes warm and I hear muffled music in the distance. I remember my dream from the other night and decide to control the music this time. It's dubstep again which is strange because I usually dislike the genre and NEVER listen to it. I don't know why my subconcious would choose music of this nature. I'm floating in this void again, almost as if I'm in space, and I can see colors dancing about.
I imagine the tempo being increased, and it happens. I imagine piano sounds and it also happens. Anything that I imagined took place in the song and it never sounded bad. It was almost as if anything I imagined would automaticly be on beat, and in the correct pitch. I felt like a musical genius as I floated in the void listening to my creation.
The colors danced about like a Windows Media Player visual or a laser light show and I couldn't stop staring at it. The colors were of a deep neon blue (again), but I wanted them to become yellow ... and as soon as I thought of the color yellow, the visualization changed colors.
This continued for maybe 15 minutes before I sort of faded into a deeper state of sleep. The dream might have actually continued, I just can't remember it.
Later that night
I'm at a tenis court and there's like 30 people there, waiting to see me preform. I enthusastically grab the mic and start rapping one of my songs and the crowd responds positively. When I finish, they clap and demand an encore. I ask them if I could freestyle instead and they screamed YES. So I freestyled for the crowd and everyone was happy ... That's I remember ...
I have a show coming up on the 30th, so maybe that's what provoked my preforming dream. I really did rap my whole song though, and I could hear the beat and everything. When I was freestyling, it was a real freestyle. I was off the dome in my dream, thinking of rhymes just as I would in real life. This isn't the first time I've had a freestyle dream. Since I do it so often in waking life, it's only natural that it would carry over to my dream world.
As far as the visualizations are concerned, the feeling is incredible. I hope to have many more dreams like this in the future. Three in the same week is pretty amazing!