Lucid Intent? No
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I was at my friend Sam's house, and we'd been having a heart to heart. i think I'd confessed something to her which I thought would be a big deal, but she'd taken it really well. She invited me to stay for dinner, and asked if I'd mind going to find her husband Rich, and their son while she started cooking. She told me they'd gone to the beach, which was only a few minutes walk away, so I left to find them. I reached the beach, and saw Rich playing with his son in the water. I waited for them to come onto the sand, but they walked right past me and didn't see me. They went and sat on a wall nearby, so I went and sat next to Rich, but he still didn't notice me - he was preoccupied with something his son was doing. Eventually, I spoke to him, and he turned round and was surprised to see me. I told him Sam and I had been having an argument, then I realised argument was the wrong word, but I couldn't think of how best to describe the discussion. I told him she'd sent me to find them, and tell them it was time to go home for dinner. While they were packing their stuff away, Rich asked me if I was ok, and I told him I thought I was going crazy. The dream then cut to an image that was apparently in my mind, of hundreds of tiny, multicoloured balls of fur, with eyes, bounding their way up a white metal staircase. They seemed to be climbing up tp a waterslide. At various points, the staircase split, and some of the balls went down stairs instead of up, and this apparently meant that my mind was working backwards. It also had something to do with my feet, but I have no idea how.
A little later, I met up with a friend called Luke, who I hadn't seen for many years. We started chatting, and ended up discovering that we could both sing really well, and we decided to form a band. The dream cut to around a year later, and we were now part of a really successful band. There were two other members - another childhood friend of Luke and I, and a guy who appeared to be a younger version of Michael Cera, who was out guitarist. We had just come off stage from a huge gig, and were in our dressing room. It had a large communal area, and a row of cubicles where we could change individually. The Michael Cera guy had become the most famous of the band, and had turned into a total idiot, who took a lot of drugs. The other guy would often team up with him, and they would both be really mean to Luke and I. Luke was my only friend left. We entered the dressing room, and the Michael Cera gay came up behind me and started hugging me, and looking over my shoulder. I couldn't figure out what was going on, until Luke pointed out that he was trying to look down my top. He laughed and called me a slut. I shrugged him off and got really annoyed - it was the latest in a long line of inappropriate behaviour, and I was at breaking point. The three guys went to their cubicles to get changed, and someone else came in. I realised it was my friend Martin, who I hadn't seen for a couple of years. We chatted, and he said I looked sad, but I didn't want to talk about it. He came up behind me and put his arms round me, and my first thought was that he was doing the same thing that the Michael Cera guy had done, but then I realised that he was actually just giving me a genuine hug. I suddenly felt overwhelmed, both that someone had made a nice gesture to me, and that someone had touched me in a gentle way, and I told him everything that had happened. He was furious, and immediately kicked in the doors of the cubicles, and started beating up both the guys who had been horrible to me. After he left, Luke gave me a lift home to my parents' house, where I spent the night.
The next morning, my mum asked me to help her with a plan. A man had done something - possibly conned her or attacked her - and now she wanted to kill him to get revenge. We knew he was going to be in the next town over at a dentist appointment, so we were going to drive there. We only had a short window of time, but my mum was sitting around in her pyjamas and refused to get dressed, no matter how much I kept nagging and begging. I went into the kitchen and found a poisonous powder which could be mixed into water to make a lemon drink, and this was how we planned to kill the man. While I was there, my friend Mark knocked on the door and told me that he and his girlfriend Nicky were going to a fairground, and wondered if I would like to go. I did, but I said no and he left. After a while, he returned (it was too late for us to get to the next town and kill the man now, and my mum was still in her pyjamas), and asked if I would please come to the fairground. He said that he'd told Nicky he wanted to go, and she'd told him they were going to the theatre instead. They ended up arguing, and she told him to go to the fair without her, but he really didn't want to go alone. I agreed to go, and told him I'd pick him up in an hour. When I got to his house, I discovered he had been kidnapped by an old lady - possibly a witch - and imprisoned at the top of a tall tower. He was held in place by a large strip of plastic which was wrapped around his waist. Another person was strapped to the other end, and it was weighted in the middle like a seesaw. I somehow knew that Nicky had arranged this because she was annoyed that he hadn't gone to the play with her, so I was reluctant to help unless I got caught by the witch too.