January 8, somewhere in the morning
This dream I had was awesome, so here it is. I'm in the city, and I go to this china shop, that sells mystical thing, and I steal this one dragon thing I really wanted that brings you good fortune, but I didnt see the one WARNING sticker it had on it saying that it would make your zany thoughts come true. So it warped me into a reverse reality, where I was a bounty hunter, of orcs, yes, its true, I hunted orcs for cash! I was on my one journy in the feilds of a foreign place just slaying these puny orcs to get to the mother load. I get to the place this one orc lives and he is out doing whatever orcs do on their free time. He has a big charpit in the middle of his living room. and there is this clean slate of metal in there that I wanted, because it would serve good to cook food on, on my long journy back to collect my earnings. so I get it, but his dig would not stop bothering me. And I am on the really nice front poarch, and the big moma orc just got home from the day, and I hear this sound, it is far away, but getting closer. ITS MY RADIO! Yes, I could hear the radio I left on before I went to sleep, and suddenly, its clear, I am in a dream! Everything gets in wicked technicolor bright, I could see eveything in perfect detail. So, in my own will and knowledge, I run and jump off the porche and start to fly, yes fly! suddenly, I see orcs down in the feild, so I say to myself that it would be nice if I could kill them without going down there, knowing that they were in my dream. So suddenly my finger starts shooting out bullets. YAY, I just had a VERY LUCID DREAM!