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I enter a lucid dream and I am flying through darkness. I am determined to have an enjoyable experience so as I fly around I begin trying verbal commands like, "sun come up" or "daylight now". But none of them work, so I starting singing. I make up a cute little song and add in phrases involving sunrises and with feeling I sing, "let the sun come up". I am basically just using verbal phrases in song form. My subconscious likes it. Perhaps he is grateful for my creative attempt, and the fact that I am asking, instead of forcing. Forcing never works with the sub. Now I am flying in bright daylight over an icy ocean of arctic blue glacial waters. I change the song and start singing about warm Caribbean waters, and suddenly the glacier breaks apart and the sea froths and foams and dark debris flies everywhere. This was a scene from some horrible flood. But it was only a changeover. After a few seconds pass, the water is turquoise like the Caribbean and there are beaches formed from the glacial ice. It is so beautiful and amazing just flying through this scene and watching these transitions occur as I sing. My subconscious seems ready to give me anything I ask for. I sing for a beautiful lagoon, and immediately I watch as the sandstone is carved from a cliffside, the debris shooting straight into the air and into nonexistence. The water surges up and over the cliff, and when it recedes there is a beautiful lagoon with waterfalls flowing into it. Plants, trees, and flowers spring up around it. I just float in the air, and watch this amazing site, ready to plunge into the warm waters. But my alarm wakes me up. Snooze. I re-enter a lucid dream, but it is different. I am in some sort of mall, but this mall has the most beautiful interior decorating I have ever seen. Each store has displays set up that are so intricately beautiful. They use color and light to make the customer's eye dance around the store. I had barely a moment to state in awe at this scene, when...again alarm goes off...snooze. I wanted so badly to get back to that store in the mall to take a mental picture of the gorgeous display, but instead I am in a different place. Or a different time. It is a mall...but there is only western stuff...and it looks like the old west. I am dressed up as a cowboy, my hair is hidden and tucked up under my hat. The people tending the store in this mall do not look too pleased to see me so I say, "I will see you boys later," then I make a bull sound, and go charging off toward a wooden wall, head first. Apparently I do not make a very good bull, because I just hit the wall hard and fall to the ground. My head is aching but I am alright, I am more bothered that my boots got all dusty, so I wipe them off a bit. Two large men walk over to me, I see they are carrying rifles. The light is behind them so their faces are in shadow but I can see one has long greasy hair and the other is bald. "How Do You," I say, "I am <PERSON>." and I take off my hat and let my hair fall down. "You boys are mighty good looking," I say, trying to hide the sarcasm. The bald man walks closer and leans toward me. I can see that he has bandages over his eyes and he is looking really angry..."Well that is just fine little missy, but we got a debt to settle." He smiles, and I see a nasty toothless grin. The dust begins to settle and I need a plan, I see the spurs on my boots glinting out of the corner of my eye...but just then...my alarm goes off. And I have to get up or I will be late for work. Very frustrating, this dream was going to be mighty awesome.