02.09.07

What a weirdly stupid dream... I was lucid but I've decided that I'll only control my dreams if I don't like how my dream's trying to make me do.

I was a mother/caretaker of two toddlers. It was morning and I was getting ready for something. The two boys were being terrible, and I hate down right rebellious little kids only because they never realize how much their actions can PO a person. Stupid brat peed on me and I almost hurt him, then I realized that would be wrong when I saw the temporary scared look on his face, so I changed his diaper again [why a four year old isn't potty trained wasn't my concern] and went to clean myself up. I came out of my parents bathroom and realized I was dreaming when I saw a Digimon digivice, I think [I used to love that show as a kid].

I went to the front of my house's entrance door, which became a mansion and my sister was getting ready. The mansion was one of those sort of classical styled mansions with a bleak monochromatic color scheme of white and black hues/tints.

We both had brown/blonde hair [streaked], she was in a gray jacket with punkish clothes and I was in some weird outfit I'd never be caught wearing in real life [a moderately optimistic outfit]. She was a Junior, I, a freshman.

"Where ya going," I asked.

"Somewhere fun," she responded.

I'd never squeal on her for skipping, it was just our rule.

She drove off somewhere and I went off to some school thing that exempted me from class, it was like a club full of upper class men. Apparently, that fun 'thing' was pranking the club I was in and a lot of crap that messed up the room happened there. I was yelling, "How can you do this to me," mentally. I used my super speed to help clean up the place super fast and no DC seemed to take that as odd.

I was home and walked up one set of stairs before staring at the others. I knew that these stairs would be facing down [because I doubted they would be up]. So I closed my eyes and imagined that they'd be going up to the second floor. They were, but I doubted that so the image wavered and I thought about it again and ran up the stairs quickly, since the steps were a bit shaky. [PS, unless you can become lucid really easily, closing your eyes is never a good thing if you even have the slightest thought that the scenery might change on you]

I went up to her room, which would be similar to my idealistic room, canopy bed, messy with parchment paper everywhere and some stuff randomly decorating the room. We talked for a bit and she repented, which for some reason left me happy, no longing for revenge or stuff like that.

I went to my room, and by then I could sense I was going to wake up soon, so I stared out of my window to get a good view of the place. The last thing I saw before I woke up was an old woman falling down.

"Can you help me up," she asked. I spitefully, and possibly evilly, laughed at her as I was leaving my REM, she really did remind me of a person I can't stand. [And no, IRL I am not mean to the elderly, impatient yes, but mean to them in any conscious way, no]