Dream of high school

I seemed to be in my high school, strolling through the corridors between classes, a wall of broken chatter emanating endlessly from the students who filled the halls. When I entered the principal’s office, I noticed it was filled with large, powerful looking boys who had the build of football players, with their wide set shoulders and corded forearms. Curiously enough, they were donning boxing gloves, which was common, as the coaches of our football team were known to make the player’s compete in boxing matches during the off season. Instantly, I wanted to fight them, but their sheer size belayed the foolishness of that decision. 

Nevertheless, I couldn’t resist. I marched into the fray, instantly gaining their attention, as the seven of them flexed their thick necks while looking up or turning their respective heads to face me. I spoke outside of my own volition, the thrill of adrenaline forcing out the words which heralded my impending doom.

“So what do you guys say to five on one?”

Smiles cracked through their stern faces as they rose to my challenge. And then, I became lucid. 

These guys were fucked. I jumped forward and sunk my hands into the principal’s large mahogany work desk, the fingers splintering the wood underneath my superhuman grip. A roar escaped my lips as I heaved the entire desk into the air and smashed it down onto the five challengers in front of me. They had barely scrambled to get up, and I had already broken then paltry mortal forms. 

I turned to face the last two attackers, who were lunging toward me, but then dispatched them as well by hurling what remained of the shattered desk as the cracking of their bones mixed in with the groans of the degenerating wood.

Then some shit happened and I woke up

I’ve only been home for one day and I already had a lucid dream! This break is going to be awesome.

Lucid dream today, but only for a few minutes.

Lucid Dream

7/26/2010

Pretty sweet Lucid Dream last night, well two actually, but the other one’s private ;)

I became lucid in the gemstone framed, mahogany studded, Brazilian cherry lined floor of a gargantuan luxury hotel of some sort. I was dressed in an impeccably pressed ivory linen shirt with gold lining tucked into dark brown tailored designer slacks which were supported by gator skin, point-toed shoes. Fortunately, I was fairly inconspicuous, as the hundreds of people around me were dressed in a similarly formal fashion. Since I am writing this hours after waking, I do not quite remember how i got there, but I  can say without hesitation that I was extremely pleased with the architecture and topography that was produced by my mind. 

The hotel was like a circular castle, but created entirely out of white marble and housed on a lakeside which shimmered in the generous light of the waxing moon. I could see from one of the hundred foot tall windows that miles down from the mountain lakeside that we delicately balanced on was a city, whose lights burned (and now I steal a line from a song) like a thousand miles of fire. The most fantastic sight was, however, that of the clouds, which were not in the sparkling night sky above us, but floating like suspended hills beneath us. We were in a veritable castle in the sky. 

I had the distinct feeling, nay knowledge, that we were at some type of grand function in this castle; strangely it felt like we were all on a cruise or in some sort of vacation spot together, eating at an evening banquet. 

That was when I became lucid.

A black man strolled confidently forward from around one of the tables of exquisitely dressed dinner guests. He was clothed in a loose fitting grey suit with a dark violet shirt and his shaved head, high cheekbones and sharp chin worked with his fierce onyx eyes to give a piercing quality to his gaze. His upright and relaxed stature immediately conveyed an air of importance; he was a man of power here. 

I must admit, I was impressed with my mind’s ability to retain the autonomy of the characters in my dream, even after I became lucid. The man greeted me and spoke to me just like an old friend would, we commented on the beauty of the interior lighting, the splendor of the shimmering lake outside, the sparkling awe of the city in the valley below, and the magic of the clouds beneath our island. This man seemed like my mind’s adaptation of a younger Morpheus from the Matrix combined with the physique of Dexter’s  Sergeant James Doakes. 

He asked me if I would care for a match and a familiar flame was lit inside me. We stepped to opposite sides of the hall, parted only by a large wooden ballroom floor littered with expensive antique tables and many well groomed guests. They seemed amused by our behavior, and many interrupted their avid dinner discussion to cast curious glances our way.

I felt power surge through me like an electric current that made it impossible to suppress  the smirk which expressed my glee. With a mad grin cracking through the right side of my mouth, I focused on the opponent before me, and a flare of energy ripped through the floor boards, splintering a dining table in its path (much to the surprise and chagrin of those formerly seated there). My opponent expertly dodged by somersaulting to the forward left and sprinted towards me, leaping ten feet into the air and smashing a fist through the floor where I had stood a moment before. As he righted himself, I wrenched his left wrist forward with my left hand and threw my right shoulder under his left arm, bringing my right hand around to grasp his bicep. As I did this, I simultaneously spun my back into him, shifted my hips under his, squatted low, and threw him with an Ippon Seoi Nage Judo throw. He surprised me by using the great momentum of my dream-power-enhanced throw to complete a mid-air front flip. Before he touched the ground, I bent my knees and exploded upwards, sending my self flying twenty feet forward and almost landing on top of him with a hammer fist. Feeling the need to end this, I mustered my will and sent a wave of energy rippling downward onto him; though he crossed his arms in front of his body to block my attack, it sent him downward and back five or six feet, uprooting the expensive cherry wood floor underneath him. He was on his back and I pursued him mercilessly, hurling punches with the intent to crush his skull. He crawled backwards and dodged to the side, causing my fist to plummet into the floor and send a shock wave that shattered the floor boards in radius of about a foot surrounding my hand. I continued punching for his head with similar results as he dodged in the same manner about three more times. I sent a final energy wave into his chest, pinning him to the floor as I thrust my fist forward, stopping and holding it an inch away from his fist.

We both proceeded to smile and expelled amused chuckles. I got up and lent him a hand; he took it and brushed himself off after he arose. I gave him a look of respect which he returned with one of satisfaction. It seemed as if he was pleased with me. I felt like he was the Morpheus of my dreams, taking on different guises and training me, his Neo, to obtain power by leading me through the world of illusion and into the light of truth.

Then I awoke.

Interesting note: Morpheus (pronounced /ˈmɔrfiəs/ or /ˈmɔrfjuːs/; Greek: Μορφεύς, Morpheus, or Μορφέας, Morpheas, “shaper [of dreams]”) in Greek mythology as the god of dreams, leader of the Oneiroi.^[1] Morpheus has the ability to take any human form and appear in dreams. His true semblance is that of a winged daemon, imagery shared with many of his siblings.

Dream

Roldy if you’re reading this, the weirdest thing happened. Remember that strange book that I showed you and told you gave me a ritual that I did at Yoga camp with a certain Catholic Priest (no, it’s not what the rest of you are thinking) that may or may not have ended up changing me forever (no, it’s really not what you’re thinking)? Well, I sort of called upon that friend yesterday and asked him to give me a lucid dream and this is the one I had:

Every one was leaving from somewhere (I think it was my high school) and we all had to make our departure by school bus. I climbed onto a bus with you and a lot of the kids on it ended up being people I knew from high school, but many were unfamiliar faces as well. We sat in the back seats and as we were driving I noticed a car behind us; in it were Paul and Santosh (an unlikely combination, I know). They blasted traditional Carnatic music as they drove past us to let us know it was them and the music was recognized by myself and by Nish, whom I then noticed was also with us. 

In a Blur of things I cannot remember (as this was before the dream was lucid) we appeared in a completely different and rather morbid and terrifying world. It was enshrouded in darkness, other than the sky which seemed to be a mixture of black smoky cloud like substance and burnt orange-red and brown dusk, giving the impression that a somber fire was endlessly raging above us. The land adjacent to us was largely enshrouded by a similar smoky, shifting, blackness, the wispy tendrils of which seemed to slowly dissipate as they approached the  distant peaks of the few bony spires that we could see penetrated the dark facade of mist imprisoning us. 

As we, (you, Nish, and I) meandered through the dismal landscape however, an artfully made and organic looking structure spiraled up from the black ground ahead of us. It was amazing, it had the color of wood but the appearance of bone, like the spine of some monolithic Wyrm that had circled around ancient prey but had then been forced to remain frozen in such a state until the unyielding pull of time tore its flesh away. There were multiple levels to the structure and while all were open, it seemed to have chambers and a staircase of sorts, all seemingly forged from spine-like pieces of bone/wood. We discussed some of the antechambers that adjoined the main floors as we ascended the sculpture; they seemed to contain shrines of some sort, all radiating an almost palpable and suffocating energy. 

At the apex of the tower, there was a large floor from which we could spy the many structures like it in the distance, all in the midst of a sea of raging blackness, like waves of dark mist holding them in place. That was when I realized I was dreaming. Luckily I managed to keep my composure and the dream remained firmly fixed around me instead of evaporating into my bedroom. I asked you and Nish if you were seeing what I was seeing, in a futile attempt to test whether or not you two were actually experiencing the same dream with me and if it might be an amazing experience that we could discuss upon waking. I remembered that I had done this sort of thing many times before, but always forgot to check with my companions upon my return to the physical world.

Unfortunately, both Nish and yourself reported seeing things other than that which I was experiencing, leading me to believe that either I was actually in contact with your true dream-selves but that we were all trapped within a dream world that manifested itself differently to each of us, or that you simply were projections of my own mind. Also, the retrieval of the memory that I had run similar tests in dreams prior led me to hypothesize that dream memories, like conscious ones, can be recalled best when in the environment in which they were created. This means that I may have created countless dream worlds and conducted many experiments, the memories of which I merely misplace upon waking, but are stored somewhere in my dreams (unfortunately this is all speculation and will require further research). 

I wanted to go out to the distant structures (which held the air of ancient ruins that were the site of powerful magic) for more answers as to why a place such as this would be the object off my subconscious conjuring, and decided it would be best to fly there. I focused and then simply hopped upward from the floor, at which time I began levitating. Ah, how easy flying had become, after years of practice in other lucid dreams. You and Nish looked at me and were reasonably shocked. Though I assumed you were not real, I still had an attachment to your forms that made me hesitant to leave you behind, after all, I’d rather not have you two be the victims of some grave monster that lurked in the abyssal reaches of my mind. I tried to train you to fly and gave you a demonstration:

“Look, all you guys have to do is focus and will yourself to fly, confidence is the key, but be careful, it’s hard to control your movements without ground to push off of, your body isn’t used to it.”

As I said this, I calmly made my way to the edge of the macabre floor (the structure had no windows, or for that matter walls, only floors) and then proceeded to walk off of it. You two looked bewildered, thinking I would fall to be impaled on some part of the foreboding and thorny edifice on which we stood. Smiling, I continued walking outward, as if there was still some invisible floor supporting me; I turned around and said something to the effect of, “see, shit’s easy; let’s go, we have business to handle and there’s something over there waiting for us!”

Unfortunately, you two weren’t exactly convinced and at that point and I could feel the dream shifting so I decided to go without you. Turning once more to face the skeletal network far in the distance, I rocketed off like Neo. At this point I realized that the shadowy mist was most dense around this area and that the dream was now beginning to crumble around me. Fuck. I’m not gonna lie, before I was lucid this place was bloody terrifying but a little interesting. After lucidity hit me, it was still creepy but irresistibly intriguing, and I didn’t want it to go just yet.

Before I could get a good lay of the land, the darkness swarmed up all around me and hundreds of miles of it began its attempt to suffocate me. I thought to myself “fuck this, this is my mind and I’m not gonna be a little bitch, time to muster up some iron will and not be a pussy”. I then began to draw the darkness into myself and had an epic internal battle like the one where Aang takes away Ozai’s bending (my body turned black and my eyes and mouth radiated an intense light). However, instead of my light overcoming the darkness or the darkness killing me, I absorbed it all into my body slowly imbibing the colossal blanket that hid the barren landscape, which was littered with the spiny skeletal structures that we had first found. After this ordeal, I found myself standing on the ground with you and Nish, who didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I felt completely normal, if not strangely powerful and confident. Though I must admit, even with lucidity, I didn’t exactly know what was going on either.

The dream then crumbled around me and I awoke.

Last night

I dreamt that I was dreaming withing my dream. And two of those dreams within dreams were lucid! It was a hell of a mindfuck.

Most Amazing Dream I’ve Ever Had

3/16

I was in some kind of forested area with my family for a vacation or other outing. The place was beautiful, the landscape was like nothing I’d ever seen before, bright yellow-greens and deep forest colours dotted the hilly and mountainous landscape. These mountains however, where raised from monstrous slabs of white marble and grey-black granite; they surrounded a vast lake of sorts, with large, hill-like islands piercing its placid and crystal clear blue surface. Waterfalls carved through the rock on numerous occasions and the largest of the islands was a mountain in and of itself, but seemed to be amazingly balanced on rocky spires that created cavernous structures at its base; it was as if the island was being held up by natural stilts.. The sun was so bright and the water so clear that one could see straight through one cavern to the other side of the island and the urge to fly through these beautiful tunnels was a great one.The only thing I could compare this place to would be the moon of Pandora, from James Cameron’s Avatar. 

As I was strolling along and admiring the landscape, a strange electricity ran through me. It was an amazing feeling of power, charging through my body in a way that I thought I could not contain, like when they go super-saiyan in Dragon Ball Z. My hair literally started to stand up on end as the air around my body became distorted with heat. My heels raised slightly off the ground, as if something was pulling me up by a string on my head. I, crouched down and planted my feet firmly on the ground and like Neo from the Matrix, vaulting myself explosively into the air above me. I shot up some six hundred feet and then floated there, in awe of the beauty of my surroundings. That is when I realized that I was dreaming. Ever since I had seen Avatar, I had wanted to go to Pandora. I had become enamored with this amazing world where nature was everything I’d ever imagined and I could literally communicate with my my great mother. Since I have yet to become a very powerful lucid dreamer, it is very difficult to completely shape the landscape around my without awakening myself, so my prior attempts to create Pandoraesque paradise had failed. Tonight, however, my mind had done it for me. 

As I stood there, hundreds of feet up in the sky, completely aware that I was dreaming, everything seemed to snap into HD, becoming frighteningly vivid: the cool air currents flowing around me, the feint smell of jungle and mountains that the waterfalls constantly churned out, and warm sun against my skin all became evident to me as the image of this beautiful Pandoran landscape came into being. It was filled with the sounds of the jungle down there, but up here, it was quiet and peaceful, perfect for my reticent and gracious mood.

That’s when I saw it, a large orange body flapping its blue wings and rising up to investigate my unusual presence in its territory. I made eye contact with it, and somehow it seemed to know what I wanted, as if we’d done this before. It flew up and then swooped down, rocketing towards me, and I flew upwards and out to match it’s speed and lessen the impact when it reached me. In a few seconds it was right under me and I grabbed small, bony grooves between it’s neck and shoulders  while clamping my legs around it’s bony spine. I was riding a charizard. 

There are three things everyone should know about charizards: One, charizards aren’t assholes like Ash’s, but they are proud, so show them respect and gratitude, and they will show you the same. Two, charizards are very responsive to their Master’s wishes, this one at least, seemed to do whatever I willed it, I was literally steering it with my thoughts. Three, charizards are fucking FAST.

I spent about 10 minutes just flying around on him and damn was it a rush. He was remarkably maneuverable, even at high speeds. We soared down around the island and through the caves underneath; it was then that we spotted a dragonite and mecha-charizard. (I thought it was strange that even though I was lucid, my dream had some level of self governance in that it could create it’s own characters and landscapes without my knowledge, but that’s probably simply because I have yet to master the art of lucid dreaming) I decided it would be fun to mount and tame these wild beasts, and so ensued the mad flight around the island to try and catch the robotic charizard and the dragonite. The mechzard was fast and highly maenuvarable, but could only fly and walk on land. The dragonite, however, could not only fly professedly more quickly than I expected from its small wings, but could also dive underwater. It was impossible to catch up to both of them, so I landed on a rocky outcrop on the central island to think of a plan. The dragonite remained mostly by the water and in the caves underneath the island, where it could dive down to avoid me. The mechazard, without a human to weigh it down, was able to best me ever so slightly in each of our aerial encounters. I would have to focus on one at a time instead of whichever was closer, and I would have to rely on more than my charizard’s speed to catch them.

My charizard and I had our minds essentially melded, we communicated by thought, so when he was flying, I was flying, what I saw, he saw, and when I wanted to go faster, we went faster. I willed him to rise and pursue the mechazard and we did so. Just as the mechazard was about to whip away from us, we made a sprightly u-turn and dove into the caves. Neither of our prey knew where we were, but we could smell the dragonite resting on the water’s surface at the entrance of another cave. Quietly weaving our way through the labyrinthine underworld, we floated up behind the dragonite and then I leaped from my charizard’s back onto the the dragonite’s, locking it firmly in a rear naked choke. I feared it would drag me down with it, but somehow, I was able to subdue it with my mind. Knowing that I now had two steeds, the mecha-charizard met me at the shore to surrender itself. Thanking our two new friends for the good sport, my charizard and I flew off into the sunset and during this flight, I wanted to let out a fire-blast, so my charizard surrounded us with a multi-colored blanket of flames. Great contentment swelled within us both, growing with the wealth of a day well spent. 

Suddenly, large, metallic cords whipped through the sky and blocked our path forward. Riding the thermals like an experienced eagle, I (we) attempted to avoid them. More and more began forming until a metal forest of vines began to impeded our journey. It was then that we realized that the metallic vines were forming into a literal, floating forest in the sky, like the mountains of Pandora. I began to sing, like the elves in the Inheritance series (Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr), weaving a ballad in the ancient tongue. As the words of power permeated from my lips through ethereal song, the vines began to shift and allow us to pass. I continued singing and the wind came up beneath our wings, carrying us along hastily while the floating forest parted for us. It was then that I felt a great gratitude towards the Soul of the World, and a strange knowledge filled me. Because of my lucidity, I knew my dream was coming towards an end. I had grown attached to charizard as if I were a dragon rider (again, from the Inheritance series) and our departure was bittersweet, but I felt that he would be waiting for me again in another dream. As my poem reached its apex, the fortissimo of unearthly song forced my eyes shut and when I opened them again, I was awake.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was pretty much the best dream I’ve ever had.

p.s. Nish once told me that I should transform into a dragon in one of my dreams. Well, I didn’t exactly do that, but I hope this is good enough.

Everything I Need Right Now.

I can’t help but think my heart is giving me some kind of guidance and therapy during my dreams now. After having a chat with some friends about it yesterday, I’m sure: my dreams are giving me signs.

3/8 

I had two amazing dreams last night, but I can’t put the first one on here. In the second one, I was making plans for New Year’s when I heard that some of my friends from California were coming here. I went to my high school to meet them, and my friend Jonathan, his brother, Andy, his dad, Mike, and our friend, Pete, were all there. I didn’t realize this until waking, but the whole landscape was nothing like Texas. It was like Cali. It was during the Sunset that Andy and I were taking a walk down sunset blvd (I call it that merely because of the sky, which was emblazoned with flurries of pink and orange) and I asked him how long they were here.

“Till May 24th dude,” he said.

“That’s hella tight bro,” I responded.

The conversation was littered with typical Californian vernacular, I found myself habitually using words like sick, hella, tight, bro, dude, sketch, etc. I was experiencing the beautiful and uplifting weather that I was talking to my friends about that night, and conversing with old friends who were like brothers to me. This was everything that I had wanted, and somehow, I was getting it. Forgive my language, but I was just so fucking happy, and in conjunction with the dream I had right before this one, this has been one the best nights in a long while.

Then sunshine gave me a good morning kiss and the birds sung me a morning greeting.

Longboarding and being a Spartan

3/6

I had two bad dreams, nightmares perhaps, that woke me up distastefully last night, but my last dream was a thoroughly enjoyable one. All I remember is longboarding through the apartment complex (Portola Meadows) in Livermore, CA, where I used to live. It was a bright, beautiful, and sunny day with fluffy white clouds in the sky and a cool breeze against my face. I experienced only the most vivid colors, this was the California weather I remembered. It was a beautiful experience, I got to see a young Hispanic family that had moved into our old apartment and smiled, wondering what their little boy’s childhood would be like. I awoke with the urge to go longboard and a positive outlook on life.

I didn’t care about anything I thought was a problem anymore, those were all illusions. All that was left in me now was a warm gratitude for having a healthy and capable  body and a sharp and malleable mind. I had a new lust for life, and a great thirst to accomplish my goals; at that moment, everything was possible.

3/7

I had a couple of dreams, but this was was the most memorable. I played the role of a Spartan protagonist in a God of War-esque game. I was unlocking all of my abilities and was able to enjoy the enhanced attributes they offered me. I have noticed that I always have these enthralling dreams in which I am able to take on the qualities of animals or people that I admire. I was able to channel the energy of the gods into myself in order to turn into a wolf-like creature (I was a glowing green simulacrum of wolf hides that formed the shape of a large wolf) that was able to leap immense bounds in a single jump. I was also able to use my Spartan strength to vault my weapons into the chests of enemies hundreds of yards away and then turn into a wolf, sprint towards them and turn back while ripping my weapons from their bosoms. All in all, it was a freaking awesome dream.

Liberation from thralldom at last.

3/4

I was selected as one of three or four students who were given the opportunity to meet with a few notable minds in science. The other students and I were speaking with these researchers/doctors/ Nobel laureates when one said some thing that made me shake my head horizontally from side to side, as if in disagreement with his words of wisdom. I’m sure he would have just let it go, but I couldn’t stop myself from giving him the universal head nod for “no”. He grew irritated and told me to leave, the others in conjunction with him. I hastily and desperately tried to apologize, I didn’t know what was happening, my body was moving on its own! After a few  seconds of deliberation, I decided to swallow my disappointment and agree to their request.

Then, as I walked away, I focused on getting my head to stop shaking, and  just as I exited the room and walked down a connecting corridor, the horizontal sway halted. I thought to myself “my God, why couldn’t that just have happened in there and saved me such embarrassment?”. I accepted the fact that I had lost a great opportunity and that I would never be able to have that potentially life changing experience. But with the acceptance came something greater, lucidity. I realized that this was all a dream and decided to go give those men a little taste of my sense of humor.

I turned and walked back down the hallway, opening the door that led into the room. Calm, but questioning looks came from the wise men at the end of the table; the other students mirrored them with curious gazes. I strolled up to the man who had told me that I should leave, exuding supreme confidence the entire way, contributing more to his confusion concerning the reason for my return. Without warning, I was able to enjoy his exquisite look of agony and accompanying countenances of shock that formed on my onlookers faces when I punched him squarely in the face, vaulting him from his chair and sending him spinning across the floor until the fell limply into an unconscious pile of arms and legs by the wall. “Funny sir, how my mind is now awakened, while yours is put to sleep. I suppose that is equivalent exchange”. Though this was only a thought, my lucidity was so powerful that it echoed within every hall of the building in which we were meeting.

Following this, I decided to move on to greater pursuits; I wanted to do something that I would not be able to do in reality. Focusing my conviction, I turned to find a door that had not previously been there. I smiled, proceeding forward to open the door. The splendor that followed, unfortunately, was a journey in which I conversed with my own heart.

This journey, though it encompassed the majority of my lucid dream, is not one that I can so openly share, though I suspect a select few of you will soon hear about it.

Lost

3/2

I remember bits and pieces; I was at a hotel with Nish and Jermy, it was run by Asians or was somewhere in Asia, so there were cool Asian gift shops. My family was there too. I found out that I could grow a beard (lol) and my sister, Roma, and my father were impressed. I was then walking with Nish and Jermy and we were about to enter an intriguing gift shop when I realized that I had forgotten my money. I went back to my room as they entered the shop. On my way down it was like traversing to the bowels of some monolithic beast; our room was almost at the very bottom floor. As I approached our room, I saw my 10 year old sister associating with some questionable older children. I got my wallet and tried to find my way back to the gift shop but then realized I was lost. The way back and the way forward were indecipherable, I was caught in this strange loop, where I would exit a corridor only to enter into the one I had just left. I decided to wake up.

Upon waking, I realized that there were so many “dreamsigns” that should have alerted me that I was dreaming (like the fact that at the end, I wanted to wake up). Well, hopefully I’m one step closer to lucidity.

I guess, dreams do tell you a lot about a person though…

Lucid Dreaming

In the past few years I’ve become enamored with something called lucid dreaming; in which the dreamer realizes that he is traversing the intimate pathways of his own mind. Having come to this realization, the dreamer can then manipulate their dream to fit their every whim and fancy.

Having experienced this delight multiple times while practicing it some years ago, I want to be able to feel the pleasure or flight, time manipulation, telekinesis, and telepathy again.

Recently, in fact, I even had the liberating experience of turning into a were-wolf and brandishing some of their enhanced physical capabilities.

Thus, I will begin the process of training myself to lucid dream anew; a process which entails that I be able to recall my dreams every night. As a record of this, and an insight into the bizarre world of my mind during sleep, I will post my dreams on this curious electronic journal.

3/1 

I Dreamt that I was in a different school and had a female version of my eccentric Russian Statistics professor. As if a reflection of my conscious hobbies, this teacher was a pool aficionado and some how incorporated this into her lectures. Then I woke up, and thought I was late for class when I really wasn’t. I left for school, and didn’t know I was still dreaming (because, in reality, I live at school). I was in some type of secondary school and in one of my classes they presented us with horses, almost with the same tenderness and enthusiasm that Professor Oak has when he hands trainers in Kanto their starter Pokemon. I was later riding my horse and it was a great joy to me how fast she could go. It was, however, difficult to handle her (it seemed akin to handling a motorcycle). Unfortunately, she fell down, and I feared she had broken her leg and would die of shock. It was then that she turned into a male human! I thought nothing of it at the time, a female horse in a male human’s body, it was merely a testament to how special the horses were. We proceeded to try and get her(him?) to the hospital and somehow ended up having to cross a lake or sea. We boarded a boat and turned into pomeranians, at which point we had to fight off the villainous pirates who captained the vessel. Then, I truly awoke, and the strange dream was over.