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I am proud of myself to remember my first dream(s?) after months. I used a mantra (dunno which, but it was good ) so here I give it a try to write a dream journal. I reconstruct this from the notes I took a few minutes after waking up this morning. That was 20 minutes ago.

I think I can recall 2-3 dreams, dunno if the one was a seperated thing. I will start off with the most recent:

I am standing in a doorway, an entrance to some kind of bar. There is a bar table (of course) made out of wood and there are 5 people inside. I do not remember much of them, but I knew they were kinda evil. There are other people around me, I don't know how many for sure, but one of them is cleary some kind of ally. We cover at the sides of the door frame and every few seconds he glimpses into the room and shoots one of the people inside. At some point there are only two people left: one man, not too young, maybe around 60, with a half-bald head. He takes a silver metal suitcase and leaves through a door at the back. I couldn't see the other person before because she was hiding behind the bar table: she stands up and I have only a split of a second to see it's Ariadne from Inception, then my alarm clock goes off.

Shortly after I remembered this (kinda short) dream, I realized that there were some other dream before that I could partially recall. I don't know if it was a single one, and it's memory is a bit diffuse, hence I am not sure of everything I write down. Some parts are only guesses.

I am somewhere in the mountains with people from school, skiing. Everything is white. I know it was not my class I was there with, but teachers I had in the past and a few people I got to know during my school years. I know we had a discussion about classes, and how reliable (?) the people in different parallel classes were. I remember some

Then suddenly I was in school, in my classroom, with my classmates. It was the birthday of the guy sitting next to me (M.) and some girls had baken cake and cookies. There were some 3 or 4 food cases with these cakes and cookies in it, and they tried to open them. One girl (K.) was not smart enough and while trying to open her box she dropped it and all cookies fell to ground. The whole class was disappointed and they started to clean up. At this point I had a "deja vu" (in my dream), maybe because I had already dreamt of this during the night (which I cannot really remember, but it might have happenend, its not that unlikely) or because I once spilled my own cookies on my own birthday

That is all I remember but I am very happy that I got it this far, and now the real practicing starts It's saturday and I have some more hours to sleep (6:30pm here) so I go back to bed