Screaming or howling

23.11.2009MSN <PERSON> (<PERSON>) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The <PERSON> worked, and I wound up in a darkened room with a laptop. I decided to go on MSN, just to see if I could. I have not been on MSN in ages, and had almost forgotten what it looked like. My brain invented a program though. It was so realistic it almost fooled me into non-lucidity, but not quite. I thought back to myself lying in bed, and reasoned, "I have no waking memories after lying in bed, so presumably I am still in bed and dreaming." Armed with that knowledge, I tried to talk to somebody. The detail in the program was incredible, down to the names of my contacts. They were all completely invented, I did not know who any of them were, but I started typing to somebody anyway. I tried to type without looking at the keyboard, because I knew from experience that looking at the keyboard was a surefire way to screw up typing in dreams. I was actually doing well typing a couple of words, but then I had real trouble finding the "J" key. I looked down at a very distorted keyboard and placed my finger on the J. I looked back at the screen and pressed it. A "P" came up on screen. I knew I had not moved my finger because I had been able to feel the button the entire time, but when I looked back, it was in a totally different place. A while later, I was on Facebook, looking at photos. I had a bit of fun inserting myself into the scene shown in the photo. I imagined myself there, then, expanded the screen so it was all I could see. Then I was there. I did this for a few photos, and got annoyed at a redheaded girl I know for jumping about and screaming inanely for every photo. One photo I jumped into was of the top level of an open-topped bus. The bus was white, and it was filled with people I knew. It was driving around a caravan site, taking dangerously sharp turns. The driver must have been awful, because the side of the bus hit a pallet of red bricks, and the whole thing started bouncing and swaying out of control. It seemed the bus was top-heavy. The driver managed to get it under control. I looked back at an identical bus which was following us, to see that it was bouncing so much that people were being thrown out of their seats. Suddenly ours started to sway again, and tipped over. I clung on to the back of a seat and thought, "This is just plain dangerous!" As it was falling, I reminded myself that it was a dream and I was invincible. The part of the bus I was at crashed right through the wall of a caravan. My shoulder was the point of impact, but of course I was fine. I was kind of stuck behind the seat, but I looked down and to my delight, saw that a smoking barbecue was unharmed in the crash. I reached down and opened it up. There were chicken legs and ribs covered in BBQ sauce. I slipped out of the wreck and offered the food around.