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Non-lucid Lucid Comments

A dream earlier in the night parts into the dream but I can’t remember much.

I was standing with someone just outside of a shopping centre with a man that looked like Whitey from Adam Sandler’s movie eight crazy nights. I pulled out my wallet and there was about 6-8 $50 notes in there “What, I thought I lost them” I mumbled.

I looked around the car park and there was a big caravan in front of us, there was one guy who was eyeing it off but I just thought he was the owner keeping watch over it but was I wrong. Me and whitey just stood around for awhile chatting but soon after a man who looks like a student from my school approached us and asked us if we owned the caravan. Whitey started getting worried and he just said we were the owners; the man pulls out a knife and holds it up to my throat and tells us to go stand at the back of the caravan with our hands on the mesh where he could see them. He walks over and starts messing with the door while I put my hand at Whiteys height and he walked of to a random passer by to try and get help, the boy turned around and to my surprise was one of my friends. He approached the guy “I have had enough of your shit, boy!” he yelled

“Well come on then” the guy replied

I woke up just as my friend dropped his bag.

Non-lucid Lucid Comments

A dream earlier in the night parts into the dream but I can’t remember much.

I was standing with someone just outside of a shopping centre with a man that looked like Whitey from Adam Sandler’s movie eight crazy nights. I pulled out my wallet and there was about 6-8 $50 notes in there “What, I thought I lost them” I mumbled.

I looked around the car park and there was a big caravan in front of us, there was one guy who was eyeing it off but I just thought he was the owner keeping watch over it but was I wrong. Me and whitey just stood around for awhile chatting but soon after a man who looks like a student from my school approached us and asked us if we owned the caravan. Whitey started getting worried and he just said we were the owners; the man pulls out a knife and holds it up to my throat and tells us to go stand at the back of the caravan with our hands on the mesh where he could see them. He walks over and starts messing with the door while I put my hand at Whiteys height and he walked of to a random passer by to try and get help, the boy turned around and to my surprise was one of my friends. He approached the guy “I have had enough of your shit, boy!” he yelled

“Well come on then” the guy replied

I woke up just as my friend dropped his bag.