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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
catching the bus (lucid)
2002-01-16
The streets were dangerous. I struggled to survive. I was some sort of champion for good. Someone had killed a person (creature) because he was deformed, with hands that were shaped strangely (more like feet) and one foot was almost doubled, as if he had two. He was grey-skinned. I saw him laying in the alley, presumably dead, his grungy, nondescript suit soaked in blood. I knew who had killed him, and knew I must dispose of the evidence. I poured gasoline around him and lit it on fire. The fire slowly started creeping towards him, and then he groaned and moved around. Oops. I realized the cops were coming soon, and I figured I ought to put out the fire and get out of there before they showed up. I was at home, but it was a school. I was a student. All of us were waiting for a new teacher to come. In the backyard, there was a huge water tank. Originally it had held something, but it was supposedly empty now. Inside, I saw a very strange, ferocious-looking fish, with a long snout full of jagged teeth. Somehow, I thought it was beautiful, even though very strange, and I knew it was a female. Suddenly, I noticed there was a shark in the tank with the fish, which I knew must be wrong, because the shark would eat the fish. I went to my mom and asked if the shark was supposed to be there, and she said it wasn't. I wasn't sure how the shark had gotten there. The shark attacked the fish, biting it violently, frothing the water in the tank. I got very upset, panicking and helpless. Someone came and disabled the shark, which had pushed the fish out of the water, so it was dangling on the side of the tank. It was still alive, but I was almost positive it would die from its wounds. She was mangled, one of her feet had been bitten off, and the other was severely injured, bleeding profusely. I picked her up, slightly afraid she would bite me with her huge jagged teeth, and tipped her back into the water. I knew there was nothing else we could do. All of the students stood in the living room, looking out the window. We could see our new teacher coming across the lawn (I forget what he was, but he wasn't human; I think an anthro wolf or something else furry). We were very excited, and all cheered. However, then we saw another man, this one an anthro alligator. I fell quiet, watching as he came across the lawn, feeling very uncomfortable about this development -- I knew something was wrong. One teacher would be chosen from these two men. I wandered around the school a bit. It was huge, and complex. We didn't learn only mundane things, but magic and other mysteries. One part of the school was a huge maze. I found myself in a large, empty room with a grey concrete floor and nondescript walls. The principal or headmistress sat quietly in a chair near the entrance. She was a wise, powerful woman, and I greatly respected her. She wore rough, dark brown robes. The gator man was also there, huge and brawny, and extremely unpleasant. I was terrified of him. He took an instant loathing to me. He teased me malevolently a bit, and I talked back. The headmistress watched disapprovingly, but remained silent and still. I was sitting on the floor against the wall, across from the headmistress. The gator leaned over and touched my arm, intending to hug me, using it as a dominant gesture. I screamed at him not to touch me, feeling shaky, tearful and helpless. His eyes flashed. "Oh, one of those," the gator sneered. He turned to the headmistress and said, "I hate the ones that don't like to be touched." The headmistress glared at him, not answering one way or another. She hated him as well, and thought his actions were outrageous, but did not act against him because she felt this was mine to deal with. She could've leveled him with no effort. The gator came to wear I was sitting, standing over me, one hindclaw on either side of my leg, towering and lecherous. He sneered down at me, delighted in how uncomfortable I was. I lay on the floor, fighting back sobs. Finally bored with that, he left, and I took a few minutes to pull myself together. The headmistress stood and went over to the corner by the window, and I went to her. She asked me if I had solved the maze yet. I shook my head. She smiled kindly. She gently lifted my medicine bag that hung around my neck, and told me that no matter where I was, I could call feathers into it. She said that's what she loved about feathers; they would come even in the winter. She then told me that my medicine bag itself could be traded for something very important I would need, though I can't remember what it was. I believe it was something physical. A woman and a man needed desperately to catch a bus. They were running from something or too something, but it was a very important. They walked to the bus station and got their tickets, but when the time came to catch it, they were trapped far away. They started to run. Suddenly, a limo pulled up beside them, and opened the door. A younger woman, laughing, opened the door. She had been watching them and knew of their quest, and thought it was rather amusing. She told them to hop in. They did so, scrambling over each other. The driver asked "Where to?" and they quickly blurted out the crossroads. Shortly after that, they did something to irritate the young woman, and she lightly said to the driver a different set of streets to go to. The man and woman freaked, begging the driver to go to where they had asked. The driver got irritated with these childish antics and told all the passengers off. The young woman smirked. The driver took them to the bus stop. They went inside the mall, all three of them. They had a while before the bus came, now, and they were hungry. They saw a little food cart, and went to it. I was now in the dream from the young woman's perspective. The cart had short sub sandwiches, and was manned by a heavy, rather lunch-lady looking woman. She passed them their sandwiches. I asked for a vegetarian one, which had sprouts and some sort of flecked cheese spread. We all started eating. The woman started complaining about her sandwich. I got the impression she was extremely spoiled and stuck up. The man tried to comfort her but mostly stayed out of the way as she ranted, and I just ate my sandwich, and rolled my eyes. I told her my sandwich was fine. She complained that her bread was soggy. I noticed mine was a little, where it had sat in contact with the more juicy veggies, but I hardly thought that was a reason to complain about it. The lunch lady took the top piece of bread off the woman's sandwich, gruffly, and set about making a new one, which she was toasting first. The woman seemed content with this and we watched. The lunch lady first was going to put what I thought would be butter or margarine on it, to toast it in the oven. But as I watched, she got out a tub of thick, gooey cooled grease, like had drained off cooking meat, with flecks of what looked like hamburger in it. She spread it liberally onto the bun. The woman's jaw dropped as she saw this, and a look of disgust crossed her face. I wanted to laugh, but at the same time, I wondered if the lunch lady had used the same fat on the vegetarian sandwiches. I wandered away from the couple. There was still something wrong; a reason they couldn't catch the bus. I was going through some of my stuff, which was a huge pile of candy. Cracker sent me a couple pieces candy in the mail, saying it was left over from Christmas, or some other holiday. It was some sort of hard candy, cherry-flavored. I looked through my candy pile, because I wanted to send him something, and found a Snickers and a York Peppermint Patty. I wandered about the mall a bit, wondering how I could help the couple, despite the annoyingness that was them, when I realized I was dreaming. I decided to find Spike. Right now I sit her wondering what is *wrong* with me, when I do such stupid things when presented with Absolute Power. Even flying is a bit better than going and searching out TV characters. Bloody hell. Anyway, it as good practice at least, because I decided to try the method of finding what you want around the next corner, and it worked. I went around a partition and found Spike (mostly by looking for his bleach-blond hair in the crowd). I told him that I had a couple who needed help. He agreed and started to come with me. Then I realized that was stupid. Why should I ask him to help with the dream-people? I didn't even really know why they were trying to catch the bus at this point. I decided to change it so that I could just talk to him or whatever. However, as soon as I had decided that, I started waking up. Knowing that I was, I started spinning, since that's one of the ways people suggest you keep a lucid dream going. At this point I was in darkness, no dream. I opened my eyes, and damn, saw my bed. I don't think I was completely awake. I closed them again and kept spinning. I looked around, and knew I was dreaming, because I saw the mallscape. Spiffin'! This time I just sat down with... it was either Spike or someone else. We talked for a while, although unfortunately I can't remember what about.
Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
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