Going to meet the president lucid dream

Date: 11/24/2019

This dream began in school. It didn’t look like my school but my brain said that it was and it resembled some fake schools i thought were mine in previous dreams. I was heading from physics (I think) to my directed study except i didn’t know where my directed study was since i knew it wasn’t in the cafeteria for some reason today. So i wander around for a while not knowing where to go. Eventually I get to some bulletin board that is congratulating some students on their sports achievements but i don’t remember who or what they are. All of a sudden I’m in this room on the top floor(?) and all of a sudden i know that me and a few other students are going to be meeting Donald Trump for some reason and we’re sitting here waiting. I’m dressed up nicely and I have my makeup bag with me so I take out the only lipstick crayon I have with me and put it on. It matched the dress I was wearing (I don’t own this dress in real life) and felt very sticky on my lips. I remember one of the other kids who was there commenting on how it was impractical because we were going to be eating breakfast with him (true; this was making me nervous because I can’t eat a lot of foods). At some point we’re walking around on the opposite side of the room and I vaguely see someone walking through this hallway thingie that was attached to the room and shouted “OBAMA???” and he kind of looked like him but I couldn’t confirm. Then we’re on a school bus, supposedly going to go see the president. There’s way more kids there than there were originally. We drive for a bit and then somehow we’re in the parking lot of the windrifter yacht club and we’re just sitting there parallel to the waters edge, waiting. After a bit I notice people who were wading in the water (the water was different there; no docks, some sand that lead from the lot to the water, way shallower, had plants that broke water) began going towards a certain place with interest and then all of a sudden Donald Trump himself surfaces in a scuba suit and intricate breathing apparatus with 5 or 6 secret servicemen just in regular ass suits in the water. I don’t even know how I didn’t break out laughing at this in the dream. But apparently we’re not here for the meeting yet and we’re back driving on the road. We’re going straight when all of a sudden a HUGE wave of water is coming down the street. Another bus is floating on the huge wave coming right towards us. Everyone freaks out including me and the bus driver begins frantically turning the bus to the left so we don’t have a head on collision. I don’t remember what happened but I remember a pretty small impact and all of a sudden I’m walking on the road by myself now, apparently having to walk to the presidential meeting myself now. I’m just thinking to myself and slowly I realize I’m dreaming! It’s like lucidity just faded right in. I don’t excite myself awake and keep the dream stable but this time I’m focusing on experiencing as much cool stuff as possible. I consider continuing on to the meet but I thought that that would be boring and I’d probably wake up before I got there. So i decide to keep walking and since the road is barren with not a lot to do I got up to a house and want to break in. There were basement windows and I first kick in the frosted glass panes and then the frame, which required basically no effort at all, then slide into the basement through the window very fluidly and athletically. Now I’m in the basement and the most interesting thing in the room was a stack of magazines, supposedly from the smithsonian, so I flip through one and my art is in there! It wasn’t actually my art; it was in the style from my beginner days, was wayyy better than it used to be then, and I never drew what I saw in the book in real life, but in the dream I was very certain that I had drawn these things and that they had just been buried in my memories until the dream had made them resurface. All throughout this the dream felt very stable and I was lucid for probably a few minutes in total, which is pretty long! When I finish looking through the first magazine I start looking for the next volume and can feel myself getting sleepy, which meant I was waking up, but I keep myself from blinking and closing my eyes for a little longer but as I’m sifting through the pile of magazines the dream ends. I had another short non lucid dream after this before I woke up. I was in some sort of video game, my brain told me “Dead or Alive” even though I know literally nothing about it except big titties and volleyball. I play a couple games with the girls (all neon-haired, wearing swimsuits or costumes, and had big titties) and none of us are competent at all. Afterwards every chats and one of the girls who seemed like they were in charge sets up a futon somewhere and I want to sleep on it since I’m tired. Then later all of them are gone and it’s just me and a laptop. On the laptop is some sort of ending art piece from the game and I’m editing it to make everyone look dead(???) also all of them were male now(?????). So I’m doing that and then someone calls my cell phone in the dream and it’s my mom, but not my mom because all of a sudden I’m a teenager named Jeffery and my mom is calling me to make sure I’m doing all of my homework??? After this I keep trying to edit the picture but I’m having trouble and this is about where I wake up. Huh????