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Color changer (Lucid dream.) Many vignettes. Terrifying bridge.

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Aug 19, 2001, 10:48:36 PM8/19/01
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8/14/01--1. I'm in a classroom in a school that looks a lot like my old
high school, but I'm supposed to be only in 8th grade. I am acutely
aware I don't belong in eighth grade! I walk around the room a bit and
say to a sort of chubby-ish girl with wavy medium brown hair and
glasses, she either looks like a younger version of me or she looks like
a girl I hung out with at college. I say to her that this is a dream,
because I already have a degree and I don't belong in eighth grade
again. It feels very, VERY strange in the dream sitting there in the
classroom yet knowing I have a college degree AND a teaching
certificate.....in the dream it felt like the real me, the one sitting
here typing this, is some OTHER person in a parallel universe or a dream
or something. Like the student is real and the graduate is not...does
that make sense? She agrees wholeheartedly and says "Then this is also
a lucid dream, too"!!! I comment to her how smart she is. She never
questions the fact that I'm lucid in a dream. We head out the room down
toward the stairs, along with some other students, as we are changing
classes.
I'm back in the classroom, like it's another day or
something. I am lucid, and since this is a dream environment at school
I decide to have a little fun while I'm here :) I try to change the
blackboards to a wild color, like purple or something. I concentrate on
the board and try to will it to become purple, but it takes a lot of
concentration to change even a small bit of it, and as soon as I stop
concentrating it goes back to normal. I ask the girl with glasses about
it and she says she thinks I did a good job, as she herself saw the
board change color.
Later, I'm walking through the halls of the school
and some generic other student points out to me the blackboards in the
rooms....they're all sorts of goofy colors, like bright orange, and lime
green, etc. I know that even though I may not be thinking about it, or
even noticing anything different, it's because of me that the boards are
those goofy colors :) Guess I must have been practicing or something :)

2. Something about a co-worker of mine and all these
blueberry/blackberry ( not sure which one) pies. I have to move all the
pies from one place to another.
3. Something about ice cream, I have a whole bunch
stored up and I have some guys from my old school days have some. They
eat it up, gulping big spoonfuls of ice cream. I say to someone that I
have so much ice cream I had to share it.

8/15/01--1. I'm with my parents in some small town. I travel with them
somewhere. They go along with me to a VERY narrow bridge (only about a
yard wide) and disappear. I am on the bridge myself. There are three
parallel deep grooves in the bridge and a sort of single-person, hand
powered cable car runs on these like train tracks. There is a nun on
the track to my right. I am terrified. I'm crawling along on my hands
and knees so I won't fall to the water hundreds of feet below me. I
grab a metal rope thing and pull it along in case I fall. I figure I
can tie it around my ankle or something in case I do. I get to a point
and I let it go, and it shoots back into the podium I got it from like a
carpenter's ruler. I first warn the people around it to watch out then
let it go. But I'm almost to the other side of the bridge, and I'm
still terrified. I keep crawling.
2. I'm supposed to be on some kind of volunteer thing
and I have a whole bunch of cookies on the table in front of me. I feel
I can't take all those cookies without giving something back. I have a
paper in front of me, like a sign-up chore sheet, and I remember
something about a library on it that I wanted to do.
3. I'm on the Gundam Wing team and I'm supposed to do
some kind of mission. I have alittle keychain-sized figurine of Heero
(character from GW) strapped to a spaghetti-strap on my shoulder
somehow. I periodically check if it is still there and it is. I get
into the mech.
4. I am sitting on a lawn porch, almost like a little
pavilion, and a lady with dark hair gives me a place of grey-looking
stuffed pasta mini-shells. I don't like the looks of it, but she offers
it to me and says, "here, try this." I try it and it's actually pretty
good, despite what it looks like.
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Sorry that a lot of these aren't very clear. Comments and interps
welcome!!!! :)

--
"Do not be alarmed. Sometimes
our feelings conflict with our
programming."
--Android 16 (Dragonball Z)

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