HECK YES LUCID

In my room at Mom's house, which is dark except for my closet light, playing with my boy cat. He runs downstairs and I follow him. I see a black horse walking into the kitchen. I think to myself "Um. WTF? Must've just been the cats. Two black cats as a fast moving blur could totally look like a horse." As I walk into the kitchen, I see that it was actually a horse. At this point, I become lucid. Keeping a hand on the horse's haunch so it doesn't disappear, I attempt to change the time on the microwave clock. It changes, but not to the time I was trying to change it to. I suddenly realize that I really, really have to pee. Still not wanting the horse to disappear, I decide to bring it with me. I wake up before I actually reach a bathroom.

1. Short, sweet. 2. The exact opposite of that, with gratuitous parentheses

1. At a pet store the size of a Wal-Mart with my father, looking at fish. We see one that resembles a hand stabbing something with a knife in slow motion. That's the best description I can come up with.

2. I look at the Info page for a show. It says something like "[Name] has a disease that can only be treated in a certain section of the library." I don't recall starting the show, or even any transition at all, but the rest of the dream had TV-esque dramatic camera angles and I wasn't in all of it, so who knows.
Anyway, now it is first person, but not my, POV (I think I frequently dream in third person) of walking through a library. Arriving at the Classic Literature section, I see Will, hooked up to an IV. Not a special book-related IV. Just a normal one. One that would work anywhere, even outside the Classic Literature section of the library. I am told that he has "bing." It might have been BING, an acronym, but it was just pronounced as a word.
Back to third person. I don't think I was in this scene, either. The room is a hybrid of my bedrooms and Will's. His dad (not his actual IRL dad. In fact, he might have been my dad. Actually, I think that Will might have been my brother during this dream. I'm not sure. My subconscious clearly has some stuff it needs to work out.) walks into the room and sees Will sitting on the roof/in a tree outside, where it is cold and snowy. He says something like "Just leave me here, I don't want to burden you anymore." The father, being a father, declines Will's request to off himself and carries him inside. Will (pronouns are much less convenient when the relevant characters are of the same gender) says something along the lines of "When I die, use my body and replace me." (I seriously don't know where this all came from. No frigging clue.)
At school, a combination of the high school where I spent my freshman year and my current high school, at the end of the day. I see Kitty, who tells me that, earlier that day, he had to tackle Will to stop him from killing himself.
Still at school, I approach Will and Dan, the latter of whom looks like he has just run a marathon. I ask what happened and Dan tells me that Will tried to commit suicide while giving a speech to his class, subtle fellow that he is. He goes on to describe how he heroically marched to the front of the room and gave a rousing and inspiring speech (which, actually, I think was just the one sentence) about how "If anyone deserves to die red-faced and sweating, IT'S ME!" and then slapped himself as hard as he could to redden his face and did...something (I don't know. Ran around the classroom?) to get all sweaty. I give him a hug (because, y'know, he single-handedly stopped my friend (brother? Maybe? I still don't know.) from DYING. He doesn't smell disgusting. I hug Will, too, and now there is a sweat stain across my chest, like he was the one who had been running (maybe), rather than Dan. They make some comment about that. Will says he has to go get something before we can go home (we were waiting for our rides, I think, because possibly we were freshman. Again, I don't know.) and walks off. I try to follow him because, y'know, he already attempted suicide twice that day and I didn't want to leave him alone, but he quickly disappears into the crowd.
Now the school is empty, but I still haven't found Will. I get a text message from Will, who is apparently waiting for me at the car that says something along the lines of "We really rolled a crit with that hug, didn't we?" I guess he meant it to mean "Did you die? What is taking so long?" or something (how often do I use that word? So often.) similar. I am extremely happy that he is apparently no longer suicidal.
I leave the school and approach my mother's car. She tells me that Will is my ride home (why did she even show up if she wasn't my ride?) and gives me vague directions to his car. I start to walk towards his car.

'Sup?

1. There is some sort of Christmas pageant going on. I am involved, as is Emily and most of the cast of a play we recently worked on. I don't know any of my lines, but that's not a problem at all. Dancing occurs, people sing-shout what presents they want. Someone yells "books" and everyone throws textbooks at him. He catches them all, then tosses them in the air. One lands near me and I realize it is my math book from freshman year, also the story of a knight made of 3D polygons, kinda like the people from the universe of this show. I read the story. Possibly I became the knight at some point, but I don't really remember.


2. After a rehearsal for a music ensemble I am in, we are sitting in a classroom listening to music. "Sweet Home Alabama" starts playing and I put my head down on the back of my chair (or the front. I think I was sitting in it backwards.) Alex walks over and asks if I am okay because he thought I was crying.

Hy-di-ho there, children.

So, um, yeah.

Chinese class. Two teams. Singing contest. I think this might have been the sequel to something. The other team is a few people I don't remember, and Matthew Bellamy. My team is me, Kitty, Sam, and someone else. They perform, Matthew is flat, I find this strange. Apparently they were really good despite Matt being off. We decide we need to do something even better in order to win. Someone (Kitty? I haven't a clue.) and I sing "Are You There?" from Bare.

Hey there, boys and girls.

Bear with me here. It's not worth it, but maybe you will get some sort of sick kick out of my disturbed subconscious.

1. Not a dream, but I woke up with the question "which ancient civilization had ROUSes?" and a strong conviction that it was the Mayans.

2. It has been decided that for the play I am working backstage on (doing a job that REQUIRES full use of my arms), I must wear handcuffs. I'm sitting in my car when Brian walks up to the window to inform me of this. He explains how handcuffs work as starts he puts them on my right wrist (I do not remember why, but there was definite danger involved in this. I was at risk for losing a hand if he didn't put them on properly.) Apparently they have to click three times around my wrist (like the gas cap of a car, y'know?) or else the key won't work. After they're on, he says Marc will take them off for me.
Marc approaches, looking completely crazed and brandishing an ax. He begins chopping the crap out of my dashboard (the window is gone?) I say something along the lines of, "Uh...Y'know, Brian succeeded in putting them on without chopping my hands off, so maybe we should let him do this while he's on a roll." Marc accepts this as perfectly reasonable and walks away. Brian unlocks the handcuffs (without cutting off my hands).
Suddenly, I in a car being driven by my mother. We are giving Brian a ride home. Mom wants to drop me off and then take Brian home. I suggest maybe taking my mother home first, trying to save Brian the trouble of awkwardly sitting in a car alone with my mother. Mom eventually agrees.

3. I had to ask my history teacher several times in one class period to go to the bathroom. [TMI ALERT MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP READING: This is odd, because I did not have to pee when I woke up. I warned you.]

They're getting stranger and more detailed.

Astronauts. There are five of us using one space suit kinda Megazord style. One of us has created a super advance robot named Cubie. Cubie says something to us and someone questions how we can hear him, as there is no air and he doesn't have a com device. The robot explains it in a perfectly scientific manner and flies ahead to meet us at our destination. Someone (we weren't very distinct from each other) shouts after him, but he doesn't hear. We prepare to follow, but someone hits the wrong button.

We plummet to Earth and land on an island, miraculously unharmed. Our only hope is for Cubie to come save us, so we shout. And shout. And shout. When Cubie's creator shouts a few times and then stops, we fall silent. After spending a couple minutes resigning ourselves to life on a deserted island, we spot Cubie. His creator explains to him that he needs to carry (as opposed to swimming. Honestly.) us, one at a time, to our destination, apparently 40000 feet (about 7.6 miles) away. He carries me off last or close to last.

Cubie takes me to school (my elementary school, but apparently the school I currently attend), apparently out destination. I spot Will and ask him where Cubie dropped him off. He tells me that Cubie took him to my mother's house.

Walking down the art/music/PE hall in the school, with CatherineM and an inordinate amount of random unimportant students. She's in the middle of saying something and concludes with, "So if anyone asks about my English birthday, that's what happened." I smile and nod as though I have been listening.

Oodles of dreams

1. Dad inexplicably has a breakfast buffet in his kitchen, including pancakes, waffles, and way too frikken many doughnuts.

2. The day of an AP exam I took last year. Elaine and Antonio(I think...) are having lunch with me at my father's house (What is it with food and my dad's house? I don't starve at Mom's...). Antonio says everyone else is at a pizza place and we need to meet them there. I make sure we have time to get there and to the exam, then we drive towards the restaurant.

3. http://www.thefuckingweather.com/ predicts rain for the next three days.

4. (This one is...fun. Reflecting, I think I'm on the Lost island.) On a beach with Somebody. Find some hair. Take it to Jesse Spencer (Not a code name. Actual Jesse Spencer. Or, more probably, Dr. Chase.) to analyze for some reason. We are followed by a baby monkey. Jesse says that the monkey's mother will be looking for it.  It does, except that it is biologically impossible for it to have actually been the monkey's mother, as it is a leopard. For reasons unknown, we have to fight it off and keep it away. We succeed, but it keeps coming back with various other animal friends (like birds).

5. I have a black kitten and am playing with it in a bathroom at my mother's house.

6. (This took a little over three pages in my notebook.) I'm in Chicago with Emily. For some reason (Good lord, I use that phrase a lot. Ctrl+F it. It's on every page of entries at least once.), she is my mother (This one is even...more...fun...than the fourth one.). We're picked up by a man named "Peter" (I kid you not. There were quote marks. Not Peter. "Peter".).
"Peter" takes us to what seems to be his secret hideout, complete with retinal scanners. Inside and out, however, it looks entirely like an ordinary house (excepting the scanners). He wants me to describe my father to his counsel of retirees. I tell them he had gray hair. It was in an anime way, not in an elderly way, but they don't realize that. "Peter" decides that my father must have been one of the old men present (Phillip?). He has apparently already satisfied himself that my mother is a woman there named Valarie.   The counsel discusses how they are going to get me moved in with these two people, evidently forgetting or ignoring that Emily and I are still there.
I'm not happy with this. I ask Emily if it is okay for me to tell them and she says yes. I spend thirty seconds trying to get their attention, eventually succeed and inform them that they're mistaken, these people are not my parents.
"Peter" gets excited and mentions something about creating The Ode to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". I think Emily and I are expected to write it. He beatboxes the Battle Hymn for a couple bars, as this is apparently how he imagines our unwritten song. Basically a techno remix. Then he returns us to where he found us.
I'm driving Emily home on the highway (back in our mutual area of residence, not Chicago). She is answering questions and making clarifications because I frequently had trouble hearing "Peter".