Voices

6:27 AM: My mom is driving me to school in the city (I never went to a school in the city!). We are running a bit late (. . . skipping some NL details, getting to the good stuff ). Once she drops me off and heads to work, I realize I have forgotten my lunch (a caramel and chocolate protein bar) and my bite guard (in case I want to take a lucid nap!). I turn and run back to the drop-off area, scanning the busy thoroughfare for my mom. Students and people are moving all over the place. I finally see her; she is moving back in my direction carrying my book bag. I think of several things to say, and one seems most appropriate: "You brought my bag." (Please do not try to make sense of this!) She replies, "At least you said that." She seems grateful. Now that I have my things, I am heading (finally) towards school, when all of these emergency personnel get in my way. Seems there has been some sort of accident. I have to thread around behind them. As I do so, it occurs to me that I have no idea what my school is like on the inside. I know it is not the first day, and I marvel that I have been on autopilot so much at school! I am excited to see what this new school will be like! I then nose pinch, in order to be certain I am not dreaming. Ah, I see. I look around and notice a friend from WL. In WL he is a very towering guy, and he looks the same in this dream. I ask him, "So even this is not real." It is more of a statement than a question. He looks at me and nods. He then proceeds to say something deep that I have now forgotten. I decide that this DC is legit and ask him some more questions. "Does the dream world contain stability?" I ask. "Does it contain stable locations?" He shakes his head. "You create and control dreams." "What is the most important aspect of dream knowledge?" I ask. He looks at me as though he is a bit surprised or nonplussed. He then points at me, as though the answer is obvious. "You mean controlling myself?" I ask. "I mean controlling your mind," he replies. We are now somehow in a small, empty diner. I ask him if he can help me control my mind. He nods and extends his hand. I take it and he proceeds to hurl me into the air towards the ceiling. I turn in the air and fall to the ground. My shin bangs one of the diner tables. This actually feels just like I imagine it would in WL--painful. I tell him so. He makes a face (like I am being a whiner) and points to a more open area. As I am moving, however, it dawns on me that even pain in the dream world is not real, and as I think this, the feeling evaporates. I realize I cannot be harmed. In a moment, I remember <PERSON>'s guide for flying (in particular, let the clouds suck you into the sky). I try this briefly but do not have time to work it properly as my pal has already grabbed me again and tossed me into the air. I now fly into a whirling ceiling fan and smack against the blades. This does not hurt, however. My friend continues to sling me by my arm into the air. A voice comes over the PA telling me to come to the dean's office, but I realize I do not have to go, as I am dreaming. The theme from Mortal <PERSON> begins to play. I am mid air (and mid-fan) when I awake. My heart is pounding and I assume the adrenaline pushed me out of sleep.