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I strode through the vast, aged parking lot with purpose. I had something important to do, and not a lot of time to do it. As I looked at one of the ugly trucks parked in a space about one hundred feet away, I realized none of it was real. "Okay. If...No. Since, I AM dreaming, that means I do not have to do whatever it was. Which, I really do not know what it was anyway,"I said aloud, taking in the bleak, almost grey surroundings. As close to being annoyed as I can in a dream, I muttered that it was pathetic that I would actually design such a boring place. "There is absolutely nothing here that would interest me in-- "...Ah..." There, standing next to a manhole, was <PERSON>. Except his hair was this murky brown. "I must have been on the internet too long...I do not even like this guy,"I muttered. Because I am...uh...not as nice in my dreams, I decided to accompany him to amuse myself. "Should he do something foolish or idiotic, it will be fun to watch,"was my reasoning. WHY AM I SO MEAN IN MY Lucid DREAMS?! I lazily strolled over to him and exclaimed,"I am coming with you." <PERSON> opened his mouth to speak and I continued,"You can say 'No', but that would not be wise. Considering how utterly worthless you are, it would be in your best interests if I...accompany you." Seriously! Why is that I clearly remember those cruel things I said?! I swear, people. I am not actually calculating or evil in real life. But, I really do not like <PERSON>. Sorry, fans. He nodded and we jumped down the manhole. ...Yeah, so anyways, we landed in a vast sewer. Maybe it is just me, but are not those things supposed to be really small? Because I could swim in this thing for some reason. Luckily, we were not swimming in fecal matter--I would never do something like that to me. As we went under and I thanked my lucky stars that I did not have to worry about drowning--since, you know, it was not real--I noticed that <PERSON>'s hair had turned his normal blond. Or yellow. We swam in silence as I wondered why he needed to go into the sewers. I tried making small talk, but I guess DCs in my imagination are not much for conversation either. Either that or he thought I was a b*tch. Actually, it was probably option two. Anyways, I managed to get him to tell me he was searching for a golden haired woman with porcelain white skin. Supposedly some sort of reincarnated sea goddess... My hopes of a long and possibly interesting conversation dashed entirely, I continued to swim with him deeper and deeper in the water. Absurdly spacious sewer indeed! All of a sudden, I saw the most beautiful woman swim towards us. Was she the golden haired goddess that my new found lackey friend had long searched for? Judging by the relief on <PERSON>'s face, she was. What a beautiful woman, though. When I get the chance, I will draw a picture of what she looked like. In any case, my adventure was over. Now next time, I would like a dream where I teach a kitten how to talk--and this time it had better be a lucid! Uh, the end. Because I woke up.