Hate: That both of my good dreams were interrupted by a phone.
The first one wasn't really lucid so all I remember is my mind's version of Carmen from George Lopez. She was playing the first Golden Sun while I was just lying next to her watching TV. I was making advances and she was being "friendly about it." Twas awesome. What's really awesome is the fact that my mind put so much detail into her. I mean the house we were in looked fine, but she was just...perfect.
Second dream was lucid so a great deal of it remains in memory. I remember saying something to a muslim student at some military school we were attending as we were leaving. He wanted to be a secret agent and I told him that extensive combat experience might be needed. He took it the wrong way and shot me. Hit me in the thigh. He got angry threw his gun at me, I took it and fired back. He took another silenced weapon and hit me in the shoulder. Another student had an uzi that looked like a airsoft gun and he opened fire. Soon a hit squad was upon us and I was out of ammo. I took my bleeding self to our teachers hot secretary (you knew that was coming) and she rolled her eyes and brought me to my teacher requesting ammo for my gun. He told me that my comment was biased toward who the student was and I was dumbfounded. We gathered belongings from his room like an adventure game then I woke up to my school calling me.
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It was a good morning.
The first one wasn't really lucid so all I remember is my mind's version of Carmen from George Lopez. She was playing the first Golden Sun while I was just lying next to her watching TV. I was making advances and she was being "friendly about it." Twas awesome. What's really awesome is the fact that my mind put so much detail into her. I mean the house we were in looked fine, but she was just...perfect.
Second dream was lucid so a great deal of it remains in memory. I remember saying something to a muslim student at some military school we were attending as we were leaving. He wanted to be a secret agent and I told him that extensive combat experience might be needed. He took it the wrong way and shot me. Hit me in the thigh. He got angry threw his gun at me, I took it and fired back. He took another silenced weapon and hit me in the shoulder. Another student had an uzi that looked like a airsoft gun and he opened fire. Soon a hit squad was upon us and I was out of ammo. I took my bleeding self to our teachers hot secretary (you knew that was coming) and she rolled her eyes and brought me to my teacher requesting ammo for my gun. He told me that my comment was biased toward who the student was and I was dumbfounded. We gathered belongings from his room like an adventure game then I woke up to my school calling me.
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It was a good morning.
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