Lucid Dream!

I just had a lucid dream from taking a nap! I think a bunch of stuff happened before the part I remember but I'll post that up later if I do. The part I remember is pretty brief.

Stairs to Chloe's Room? I Don't Think So, Dream.

I was lying in bed (like I was doing in waking life) when I heard the voice of my dad and two other people downstairs. I think I thought they were painters, which I didn't remember (in waking life) my parents talking about happening. I went out into the hall to hear them better, when I glanced over at Chloe's room. There was a flight of carpeted stairs down to her room, and it was really bright and sunny in her room (it's gloomy outside right now.) Now I realized something wasn't right! I ran into the bathroom, closed the door and hit the light switch. I looked into the mirror and saw I was wearing this LRG shirt I have with a giraffe and a snake on it (I went to sleep wearing a "class of 2000" mc ginn shirt) and it was shifting between color and black and white. As soon as I was certain I was dreaming I got this intense, almost electric body high like I was tripping really hard. The lights in the bathroom started going crazy and I began to float and turn horizontal, facing the mirror. My image in the mirror was also really distorted, again, like I was tripping hard. I smiled because I knew I was dreaing, but then I felt myself smiling in my bed. I tried to hold myself in the dream but I lost it. =(

I wish I could have stayed lucid, but it was definitely an awesome feeling just to realize I was dreaming in a dream for once! success!

NOOOO SLAVERYYYY!

I just had the weirdest, most fucked up dream! Here's a little fact to understand before reading this dream: the beach doesn't make slavery any better.

Prison Beach Plantation

I don't remember how the dream started or anything so I'll just start with a description of the place. It was a huge, wide open beach with basically dormitories a couple hundred yards back from the water (yeah I know, who knows what a couple hundred yards looks like?). There were hundreds of kids my age or younger with a few older ones too. Each person lived in the dormitory type places with two other roommates (I'm pretty sure Anatoly was my roommate.) And oh yeah, we were all fucking slaves! This isn't Africans brought over here for slavery, these were all American kids forced into slavery for some reason. And I had no idea why we were slaves.

The first scene that I recall clearly from the dream starts with everyone on the beach, doing god knows what. All of a sudden I hear screaming and look back, and these HUGE buff African guys with like turbans and machetes came running onto the beach. I guess they were there to collect slaves or something. Some people just froze in place and others, including myself, began to run for their lives. I remember vividly seeing the big African guys killing people as they were running away. Some people got their throats slit, and this one guy got stabbed through the back and the machete came out his stomach. It was fucked up to say the least. Somehow I managed to run far enough down the beach and hid behind some dune so they didn't see me.

At night I returned to my dormitory/prison building (I have no idea why I would do that) and everyone was like "Grover! We thought they got you!" and shit like that. This is when I began to question why I was even in this slavery program in the first place. For some reason someone had a cell phone, but we had to be secretive about using it. I called up my dad to ask him what the fuck I was doing there, but the connection was pretty bad. All I could really work out was that he was busy and that I had broken some window or something and this was like court mandated. Of course I started to become furious over the terrible connection and the incredibly stupid reason. I called Chloe too but the phone would pick up and it would just be the sound of her breathing as she slept.

That's all I remember from the dream. That was probably one of the craziest one's I've had in a while...