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I am back from vacation and I have got some catching up to do! Hope everyone is been well and I will be checking what I missed in everyone is dream journals soon! This dream is from the morning of September 2, 2013. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #140: Rooftop Surfing I am attempting a WILD and get some fast hypnagogic imagery of standing near the wall outside of my childhood home. I reach out to touch the house's wall and it is real. Climbing up to the roof feels natural and easy, so I clamber up to the top and look out over the old neighborhood. The roof of my house seems to go on forever, somehow connecting with the roof of the neighbors' houses. Off in the distance I see what look likes breaks in this ocean of roofing shingles, and as I focus on them, my feet start to slide smoothly along like I am surfing. I go with it, imagining that this is taking me toward the Colosseum for Europe Task of the Year. The rooftops have a smooth rise and fall as I skate over them, moving me up and down. There is a big, fancy house in the distance that I am steering toward, and I insist that it is right next to my goal. The house acts sort of like a mirage, though, fading out of existence when I get anywhere near it. I am left with just that endless sea of rooftops. Eventually another house appears in the distance, and I move toward it now. After a while, the rooftop starts sloping downward and my speed picks up. Now it is not a rooftop anymore but just a blue plastic slide. I try to slow down a bit. This seems to work but these doubts keep popping into my head and then I am careening downward again. Now the blue plastic slide is slick and wet like a water slide, heading almost straight down. I splash into a shallow, watery pool in some kind of indoor amusement facility. There is a teenage girl here in a yellow shirt and tan slacks who looks like she works here. Before I can say anything to her, a little girl who is about 6 years old runs up and pushes a button that is just outside the pool of water. "That means you have to wait here," says the teenage girl. "Sorry, I am not doing that," I respond, getting out of the pool. I check her expression to see whether she cares about my rule-breaking. It looks like she could not care less. I walk down a little foam ramp. This place looks like some kind of cross between a gymnastics studio and a water park. There is another girl who works here at the bottom of the ramp, dressed in the same yellow shirt and tan slacks. "Which way to the Colosseum?" I ask her. She immediately points to my left, where I see a pit of foam blocks and two more girls in this worker outfit. I am walking toward the foam pit when the dream ends.