Posted on: 2019-02-11 by Guest

I was at an airport cafe thing with my dad and with my trumpet. We left to get on the plane but I forgot my trumpet, after I got it and got on the plane I could not find my dad. Every one on the plane spoke a different language. It was not like a plane thought, it was more like a 1 story hotel. All the toys on the plane became evil toy robots and I was like “I should wake up” but then I saw all the poor kids and I said “I’m going to wake up eventually I might as well help them” then my dad came back as a robot but a good robot. Then I woke up. That was my 4th lucid dream.