An account

Part 1- I used a WBTB technique for the first time last night. I saw a blonde haired man, who looked to be around 30 years old, in my brother's bedroom. We were looking at x-rays, and I realized I was dreaming. (I do not remember doing a reality check, however, which I should have done for assurance.) I tried to change the way he looked, and I believe I managed to edit some facial features, but I turned away and he was gone. It did not really bother me though, I went and took a few bites from my brother's Milky Way bar, which tasted delicious. Then, I walked out to a very small patio from my brother's second story window. (My family lives on a hill, so we have a walk-out basement. His room is almost like a third story.) It is about the size of a twin size bed, with a rod iron railing. I stepped up on the railing, and put one foot out. However, I began to doubt myself, and tried to do a nose- plug RC. Now I am just flat out panicking, and I either lose lucidity or wake up. Next time, I will try flying from the ground. Part 2- Later on, I was with my friend <PERSON>, and we were riding our bikes on a trail not far from my house. My mom was following us in her car. Some young, female bike cop pulled my mom over for a minor ticket, as well as some other woman on a miniature motor- bike. My mom left after the ticket. I took the motor bike, and for some reason, a plunger. The trail gets too narrow to ride after a half mile or so, and <PERSON> and I decided to enter a house. The back door was unlocked, and we walked in. From the outside, it looked like a normal home, but was filled with dress- up clothes and family portraits on the inside. We walk through the narrow and clustered hallways, and my brother's friends <PERSON> and <PERSON> show up to try and scare me. I walk out the front door alone, and a shaggy looking bearded man is waiting in his pick- up truck. He was a neighbor of the home-owners. He is blaring the radio report about an attempted break in, clearly directed towards me. I walk up to him, trying to come up with some weak excuse. However, I become lucid, and see that hands were unusual looking. I try to rub them together a bit. I am trying to decide whether or not to be civil, but suddenly I yell "Taste iron, bitch!", and smack him in the face was an iron bar. Unfortunately, I believe I lose lucidity here, and become the main character from a comic series I read (Ichigo from Bleach). Now the setting completely changes to a giant gathering, and everything is animated. My punishment for the break in is the sacrifice of one person. I sacrifice <PERSON>, who is a good friend in the comic. Strangely, the situation is lively and almost humorous. They make a festival out of the sacrifice, and I see <PERSON> (comic friend) and my comic dad, holding a drinking contest. Just before the sacrifice, someone shows up with a slideshow of all the portraits from the home I broke into, explaining the family tree of some royal family. However, the explain a flaw in the tree, and prove that my family (Comic me or actual me is unclear) is heir to some great wealth or something. My sacrifice is freed, and not the least bit angry, and there is a large celebration. I hear applause, and wake up.