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    1. Calling in Sick

      by , 07-30-2010 at 05:41 PM
      10/17/2009

      Calling in Sick

      Before I went to bed, Andrea and I talked about me calling in sick to catch up on some homework today. Well, last night, I dreamed that I drove to work... only I was on the highway and there were sound barrier walls lining the highway. I was driving on them and I remember having a fleeting moment where I though, this can't be real, but I never went lucid. I drove all the way to work, parked the car, and upon approaching the door, my boss Angela comes out. I tell her I thought I'd come and tell her in person that I won't be in today. (How logical, right?) So she says that's ok, she just needs to smoke a cigarette, only she doesn't have any, so she has to go down the block and ask someone for one. I really don't feel well in my dream and it's raining out. She takes off down the street and I try to follow her, but I can't keep up. I watch her run away from me and she looks like an anime character with her fists all clenched as she's running. I remember thinking that I have to tell her this when she gets back to me. So I'm feeling sick, and it's rainy, and I look to cross the street, but I fall into a puddle. It's like... so deep that I fall into it up to my shoulders. I'm so weak from being sick that I just barely pull myself out of it and just lay on the sidewalk. Angela comes back with a puppy. I get up and start walking with them but that's the last thing I remember.
      Tags: bookstore, chase, sick
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      non-lucid
    2. Lucid School

      by , 07-30-2010 at 01:05 PM
      3/26/2009

      Lucid School

      have to actually *get* to school. more on this later:

      money at the cash register

      money on the floor

      lighters on the floor

      stupid boys

      magazines on T

      I'm sad I never went back to fill in this entry. I remember a little bit about it, but I don't know how I became lucid. I know I sometimes find money in my dreams and pick it up and put it in my pocket. I think I was finding money everywhere, and then I was selling magazines in a neighborhood. I really wish I could remember.
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      lucid
    3. 01/08/09

      by , 07-22-2010 at 06:21 PM
      Sex in Cracker Barrel

      I'm in Cracker Barrel. In the entrance part where all the junk that they sell is. I'm on a bed. Doing Andrea. Like it's no big deal and we do it there all the time.

      Running Around the School

      I was in a classroom at a school and someone was packing some clothes or something. I see a black DC hat and a pair of black DC shoes. I steal them!! I ran out of the building and show them off to some people outside. I decide to go in and get some more shoes.

      I'm looking for the classroom I was in and this school is like four stories high and crazy confusing with hallways all over like a maze. I go to an elevator and this guy follows me in. He's got a speech impediment. He asks me where the student housing office is. We stop at a floor that is all dorm rooms. I ask him is he sure he wants to live in a dorm? He should get an apartment. We stop at another floor and I follow him out of the elevator still talking. He goes into this theater and I follow him in and sit down next to him. What's playing looks like Rules of Attraction, even though I've never seen it IRL. I tell the guy that I didn't know we were going to a movie and that I had stuff to do and I had to leave, but could he give me his number so I could call him and check up on how his apartment search was going. On the paper that he gave me his number he had written down three apartments he wanted to look at and asked if I could go look at them with him tomorrow. I have no idea how he found this apartment information in the time from when we got off the elevator to now. So I say sure and see that on the paper his name is David.

      I sit for a while in my seat and there's a commercial on about this powder foundation like Bare Minerals stuff and all of a sudden I have it in my lap. It's in a compact and I open it up and try some on. It looks horrible on me, all chalky and just bad, like you can tell I just put makeup on. Not natural at all. ew.

      So I look around, and even though this is bad makeup, I decide to steal it. I walk out of the theater and an alarm went off, but there are students walking in and out and no one cares that it's me that set off the alarm. I look around for security cameras. I think, awesome, I got away with it. I'm walking around now looking for that classroom again. It's a chemistry classroom that I'm trying to find.

      I have this makeup compact in my hands and I decide I better put it in my back pocket. So now, all of a sudden, they're onto me that I've stolen this makeup! I start running. everywhere. And take breaks between running and just briskly walking. Tons of hallways, a suspended catwalk, and nowhere I need to go to find this classroom. Students everywhere but no one but the people chasing me are paying attention to what's going on.

      I find a bathroom to hide in. This bathroom is more like a fitting room in a department store. There's a bench seat and no toilet. I sit on the bench and pull my feet up so no one can see under the stall that I'm there. Then, it's like my stall is a breezeway and there's like a classroom behind me that I can't see and people are coming into and out of my stall!!! But the people chasing me don't find me. I find a door behind me and go in and there's the toilet. But it's a fucked up toilet with two toilet bowls one above the other and I have no idea how to go to the bathroom there. So I look in the mirror at how bad this makeup is on me and try to rub my hands on my face to take it off. Then the janitors come in and I have no idea what happened after that. I was stressed out.

      Chaos at Work

      I'm at work. I'm usually a cashier, but now I'm running around helping people get their textbooks. I have a list from someone and I'm standing in line a the textbook counter waiting to give them my list and get this person's books when there are two guys playing with a tennis ball like throwing it back and forth to each other. I get out of line to yell at them and lose my place in line and freak out because I've been standing there for so long. Then two people walk up to me and hand me this guy's books. There are way too many books for me to carry, so I make them do it.
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      non-lucid