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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a very random, but cool dream last night. Here goes.

23.10: Sleep

04.50: Arrested
I'm sitting at a table at some restaurant. I'm eating the buffet and my plate is loaded with different kinds of food. I glance at the newspaper and I spot a picture of my friend G and his two friends. "Suspected for selling narcotics". They were sitting in the same restaurant when the picture was taken. I get up and grab some fruit from a cart. I notice a weird-looking guy following me. He puts food on a plate and pretends to mind his own business. The thing is that I recognise him from earlier, and soon enough a second guy shows up. I get back to my seat and continue eating. "Damn I'm almost full, I'm never going to be able to finish this" I think and worry about the guys being after me for putting too much on my plate. I get up again and bring the fruit with me.

I put the few bananas and the kiwi's back on the cart when one of the guys walk up to me from behind. "Stop! Don't move a muscle" he yells behind my back, pointing a gun at my head. I drop a kiwi on the floor and pick up again, it's a bit soft now. I put it back. "Good, that's sensible" the other one tells me. I put my hands slowly to the back of my head. A helicopter shows up with a sniper leaning out of its door. "Isn't this a bit over the top?" I ask. They grab me and walk me to the line of people waiting for food. They start asking me questions about my hobby. "I've got lucid dreaming as a hobby" I tell them. As soon as I say something, they look away and shake their heads. "What?" I ask. Once again they shake their heads, like I'm saying something completely different.

"You're insane" one of them blurts out. "What? Am I schizophrenic or what?" I ask. "Everytime I talk, can you guys hear a small man talking?". I'm confused. "Is this how it feels to be schizo? I don't even know what I'm saying, or remember saying anything at all. When does my personality change?" I think for myself. Suddenly there's commotion in the line. "A flight is available! Important passengers first" a flight attendant calls out. "Sweet, I get to go on the flight before all the rest" I think and people all around me are pissed. "You damn thief!" a woman throws at me, along with some food. I start walking towards the gate, two more people joins us. I realise we're all top priority prisoners.

I recognise one of them as an old neighbour. "Hey! What are you in for?" I ask him. "I'm just going home to my mom who lives further south" he tells me. We walk for a minute or so and alot of other people show up. A few young girls appear ahead of me, we're all going to the same party. The cop who had me in custody are gone. I check out the girls, they look very nice and I run up ahead. A house appears and I get in. I spot my friend G, and some rastafari dude I don't know. He hands me a beer and I get the feeling I used to work with him, he aks me how many people are coming. "Around fifteen, twenty perhaps" I say.

G is high, and starts talking about a bag of drugs lying on the floor. "That's Dante's drugs, he smokes pure caffeine. It's strong as hell". I finish my bear and head back out again. There's a big party going on and I'm handed a glass of clear liquid. Someone tells me it's PCP and LSD combined.

04.50: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5½ hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3

That's it! A very long and random dream for such a short night. Starting tomorrow, I'm not going to take supplements for a whole month. I want to see how much my recall is affected, and how many lucids I can get. I'm sure it's all about dedication and time spent thinking about lucid dreaming, but I'm sure it's going to be interesting.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!