Birthday Party at School

I dreamed that I was at school and it was an acquaintance's birthday. I was on a balcony and had a white rose. I blew the petals off the rose like it was a dandelion, and they grew back smoothly as if it was only natural and sensible thing for it to do.

I realized I was dreaming, and I decided I would try to summon another white rose in my left hand. I tried three times but nothing happened. I decided to move around, and I went down a ramp to get off the balcony. At the bottom, I saw a cart that wasn't there before. I lifted a table cloth draped over it and on the bottom shelf were three large white roses, much bigger than the one I originally had.

Someone announced the arrival of a girl from school and the girl in black as if it was gossip and they might fight since they weren't getting along. I asked where they both were and discovered that they were at opposite ends of the school. By now I had fallen back in to the dream, and I walked to the girl in black and gave her a hug, and met another friend that she had come with.

I went to the other side of the school into my chemistry teacher's room. There were touch-pad payment consoles on a table, as if there were a fee to be at the party, and I decided to see what I could do to mess with it. I drew a triangle and a square on it, and it started blasting the Bill Nye the Science Guy theme song.

Lucid Party

I was dreaming that I was at an outdoor party at night. As this situation is extremely unlikely, I immediately realized I was dreaming and became lucid. I decided that it would be wonderful if there was someone I could share the experience with.

Nobody at the party seemed very interesting, so I decided that I would try to wish someone into existence. I subscribe to the idea that talking to and interacting with someone new in your dream is as close to communicating with your subconscious as you can get. I looked around the corner, expecting to see someone new, and my attention was immediately absorbed by a pretty girl walking in my direction. I invited her to sit down with me on a thick concrete barrier. We began to talk and she held on to my arm.

I was only vaguely still aware that I was dreaming at that point, but I decided that I may as well play along with the dream for fun, and so I went to get her a drink from the cooler by the barbecue. I poured something tropical orange into a glass and put some ice in it for her.

When I got back to her she was sitting there alone, looking into the afterglow of a light-polluted horizon. I gave her the drink and when I sat down put my arm around her. She turned toward me and pulled me in to a hug. She buried her face below my shoulder and squeezed hard like she really needed it.