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Unlike last night, where I know what went wrong, I don't know what didn't work last night. I did everything that consistently wins a lucid.

Something to do with me eating at this cafe. Somebody who was out to assassinate me fired a grenade launcher through the window. I yelled everyone to get down and dove away from the table. The grenade exploded.
I ran down the road into a suburban area and my assailant followed me. She was this shorter black girl with an army uniform. After running a few blocks, I looked back and saw that her grenade launcher had vanished. She looked confused. I came back after her to fight her in hand-to-hand combat but she vanished when I got closed.
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Somehow connected to a dream where more people were out to kill me. I was purchasing a gun and the owner of the gun store was showing me how I should load the bullets with a little piece of toilet paper in-between. It's supposed to make the gun much more accurate.
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Somehow connected to a dream about my parents when they were young and had first met.

I was semi lucid and I 'remembered' that I wanted to visit this record store that my friends were into. I remember crossing the road and there was this big group of fat guys wearing matching shirts who were apparently the band that the record store was known for.
When I got inside I saw that the entire store was empty 'cept for a cash register and a couple of racks of candy. The cashier was really cranky and told me that I wasn't a 'true fan' and that I should get out.

There was some full-on lucidity in here somewhere, but I can't recall what happened.

Well there is always tomorrow night...

I recall being in an old music store, where they sold a lot of records and cassette tapes. But they still sold new, up to date music, just in old formats. Supposedly the most popular artist this store has come kind of deal with is this black man with dreadlocks and these big sunglasses. They have posters of his album covers and concerts all over the store, and a whole rack of different records and remix tracks along the back wall.
The person at the counter, a massive hulk of a man, in both width and height, with a tattoo of a dragon running down each arm, invites me to listen to this artist's latest track. He says if I want to buy it, I can get a music player and the new album for only $20. I start listening to the track. Very much along the lines of this.

I love this kind of music. I can see why it would be popular in my dream world.

I am driving somewhere, and I get lost. I pull over by the side of this river in an open meadow/park area. I call my mom on my cell phone and ask for directions, but what she says to me makes no sense. There was a lot more to this dream, but I really can't remember it. It's not like the dream was thrillingly interesting or anything.

I am having a dream about the TV show Jonny Test (I hate this show with a passion; why the heck am I dreaming about it?! ) Anyways the main characters are trying to build a giant robot out of their house.
One of my old cartoon characters entered the dream and I went semi lucid. They started fighting the house robot with their powers. There was also some really funny line one of my characters said, but I can't recall what it was.

I was semi lucid creating this dream about my childhood. I was living in a different subdivision, one with much smaller houses than mine. In the dream, I was much younger, 8 perhaps. Manei is there, and she is younger too. I think we were chasing one another around with water guns. I think Marcus was there as well, as a young man.

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[B]Thursday, August 15th 2013: "Music store" (Non-lucid)[/B]

Not much to write down. I'm in some music store with friends looking at instruments and speakers. It is a huge building, and I also see some familiar people I knew many years ago. I'm not sure if it is day or night, because I don't see any windows. At one point I'm standing on an escalator going up, and I talk to some of these people. Later I'm with a cousin of mine walking around in this same store, and trying out some of the pianos and synths.

Morning of May 21, 1997. Wednesday.

There is an unknown music store I go into that does not sell cassette tapes anymore. Cassettes seem to be obsolete, perhaps even for recording. They seem so much out of use that it is possible I am in a futuristic setting.

At one point, I go over an underground bridge that is a part of the music store. The owner is an unfamiliar black male. There are a lot of different kinds of music.

One unknown male has found his first CD, it seems. It is one that he had apparently not found or seen anywhere else. Certain other people seem to think the CDs are also to become obsolete. I wander around but do not purchase anything.

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Morning of October 24, 1981. Saturday.



I am in a music store that is similar to one in real life (in La Crosse). At one point earlier on it seems I am having two dreams at the same time (not all that uncommon for me when considering the different types of parallel dreaming and ambiguous “junk” composites). My alternate dream solely involves Toby T urinating outside against the outer wall of an old brick apartment building (of about four storeys) seemingly in the early afternoon in an area where people see him from the windows of the second storey. No drama unfolds, though this causes me to see him as eerily disrespectful and possibly even perverse for some reason.

Meanwhile, my main dream involves trying out new electronic keyboards in the store, including electric pianos. I do most testing while standing and trying the ones near the counter. The ones I try are not really suitable. Mostly, I continue to test with Beethoven’s “Für Elise”, but in every case, there are not enough keys to play the full range of the song (though I seemingly try to adapt in some cases). Some of the keyboards are not even made correctly. For example, the black keys go all the way across (or with too many in a row) instead of having the C# and D# two-black-keys sections as apart from the F# to A# three-black-keys set, thus making it impossible to tell what notes you are playing - note the wrong keyboard design with this entry that apparently actually exists (I did not change the image). With a couple of the keyboards, the keys are just too small, rendering it unplayable (as with some portable ones in real life - unless played by a child). One keyboard does not actually seem electric, just like an odd miniature piano with only about a two octave range. A couple products seem fake, or at least not feasible as a usable instrument.

I say to no one in particular (though likely more directed at the cashier or perhaps the manager if he is nearby at the time), “How do you expect me to play Beethoven on a piano like this?”

At one point, I pick up an accordion and my dream starts to become more and more vivid. When I attempt to play some keys on the accordion, it actually starts “singing” in layered human voices, somewhat like a barbershop quartet. All it sings is the musical phrase “strawberry fields forever” and I am filled with awe and enhanced perception. However, even though I am becoming lucid at this point, I soon wake.

This dream was precognitive (though solely from my personal perspective) as it was some time before I ever actually saw or learned more about digital sampling keyboards.