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This LD was from the morning of 9/13/2013. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #146: Midway I am a high school student walking around near an open field where a girl is practicing her triple jump. She has an odd technique where she bounces up to the line before taking her first jump, so I copy her. It is amazing! Each jump goes for about 10 feet and I go flying along the field this way. I had no idea technique mattered so much. I walk toward the school, entering a classroom where students are working on art projects. I fall in with a group of people I think that I know and work on cutting cloth into interesting shapes. At the end, I wrap a golden key in cloth and throw it in the garbage, expecting the other students to somehow understand that they are supposed to fish it out. Nobody gets it, though, and suddenly we are all hustled out of the classroom, the golden key still in the garbage. I am filled with teen angst, upset that nobody understands me. The dream jumps to me outside of the school at night, ready to sneak in and rescue the golden key from the trash. There is some kind of huge event going on, though, and everywhere people are walking freely in and out of the school's front door. I pass by other kids that I (falsely) think I know, as well as lots of well-dressed adults I am unfamiliar with. As I walk through the school, it becomes a stadium. There is something extremely loud going on in there now and I think that it is a stock car race. I am thinking this is odd when the scene changes and I find myself outside near the coast. I have to be dreaming. I am walking with a group of 3-4 other people, at least 2 other teenage boys and at least 1 teenage girl. I recall that I am not actually a teenager anymore IWL but I feel like I am still inhabiting the body of my younger self. Off to the right I see a faraway fairground and wonder if it is the same fairgrounds I saw several dreams back. Ahead in the distance I see an aircraft carrier that looks like USS Midway. One of the guys in the group says, "Is that the USS [some word, maybe gallant?]" I correct him: "No, that is the Midway." As we walk toward it, the edges of Midway rock up and down as if she were traveling through very rough seas. I look over to the left and see a hilly landscape dotted with houses. As the houses fall into my peripheral vision, they start turning and rocking as well. I experiment with this by staring at several different houses, as well as turning my eyes back to <PERSON>. Whatever I stare directly at stays still but objects toward the edge of my vision rock gently back and forth. "Do you see that? Do you see the way that everything's rocking, or am I the only one that sees it?" The DCs mutter noncommitally. "What is this like for you?" I ask. I am planning to question them further about whether they truly "see" things, but the dream fades before I can really get these questions out.