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8/11/10 1- Treat I am in a grocery store, reading some World of Warcraft manga, when I jump and realize gravity seems a bit off. I RC and become lucid. Wanting to do something fun, I find a bunch of candy and start eating it... It tastes REALLY good. 2- Terrible Nightmare FA. I RC but it fails. When I go to the bathroom to start getting ready for school, I notice that my teeth are all crooked. "What the heck!? But they were fine last night!" I RC again, but it still fails. I show my mom and she says she will have to take me to the orthodontist to get braces again. Practically in tears, I am RCing like crazy. "No, I refuse to let this be real..." I turn the lights out in the bathroom and make faces at my reflection, trying to make it come out of the mirror and attack me. (Because I would rather be attacked by my evil reflection than to have crooked teeth.) It behaves like a normal reflection. I fall backwards and try to sink into the wall. It is as solid as ever. "THIS IS NOT REAL!" I tell myself firmly, and do another nose pinch RC. I cannot begin to describe my relief when it actually passes. Never have I been so happy to find myself in a dream... 3- Following the Plot Another FA but I never lose lucidity due to the narration: "The deeper he goes into FAs, the more stable the dream becomes." ("He" because I have suddenly become a guy. I wonder what is with all these gender switching dreams, lately.) I get out of bed and look at the clock out of curiosity. 8:45. I sure hope that is not the real time, or else I am late for school. I am about to try to wake myself up again, when I remember my new rule. It is just a stupid dream notion, I probably do not even have school today. When I go outside, I immediately see my dog <PERSON> approaching me. He suddenly morphs into his human form and pulls out a gun, firing three shots into the air before returning to his dog form, then beckons me to follow. I am busy thinking of how I am going to write this once I wake up. He leads me to a graveyard way off in the woods and signals for me to stay hidden. I observe several people walking out of a church and become wrapped up in their conversation. (All of which has been lost, unfortunately.) They are trying to decide the fate of a certain man who has betrayed their religious order. Eventually they spin a wheel, which tells them to send the man to "Lady <PERSON>." This seems to disappoint many of them.