LucidDreamer09

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**** This is my dream log from the night before last night, as I never got round to writing them down on here. I had no dreams last night, which seems to happen whenever I have dreams in my mind that haven't been written here ****

I went to bed quite late last night, at about 2am. I woke up at around 9:30am with dreams remembered. I wrote them down and went back to sleep, as I was still sleepy. I was hoping to wake up at about 11am, with a healthy 8 hours sleep, but no. My body decided to wake up at 1pm

9:30am

1) I was in a school or college classroom with many pupils. I was sat next to my ex-girlfriend Caroline, and we were back together or at least trying, as we were very happy with eachothers company. We seemed happier than ever, and I seemed to be acting more myself than I usually did when we were previously together. It was a dreary, wet afternoon, and there were no lights turned on. Open blinds let in the wet afternoon light. We were watching a film on a projector, but I don't know what film. As we were waiting for the film to start, there was adverts, but not on the screen - in real life. It was for Tesco, and a man who I recognized from my job at the swimming pool was the host. He was showing us the new Argos-esq conveyor belt system for showing the items on sale. This probably came from the other day at my other Job in Trespass, where all the customers were mucking up our stock, and we said it would be so much easier to have an argos system of bringing items out on demand. The man was amusing, but I don't remember why. The film was very enjoyable, and I saw a pack of five raspberry maom rectangles to the left of me that I had been eating. I was holding Caroline's hand, squeezing it flirtatiously and kissing it. She didn't seem to mind, and returned the squeezing, but wasn't particularly affectionate about it. The film came to an end, and the lights came on, followed by everyone including Caroline other than myself leaving the room immediately. I asked her, "Was that it???!", surprised at the shortness, but she informed me that we were just stopping for an advert break. Instead of just sitting through the adverts, we all left to the library. It was her start of year induction, so she wandered off to sit with her class, as she is a second year and I've just finished college. I texted her saying that I loved the library, and that I'd just borrowed a new book, although I'm pretty sure I hadn't. The library had a similar lighting to in the film room, and it looked like a massive version of my local library. A teacher with short, strawberry blonde hair of about 50 years old began to take the register. I was excited for Caroline's name to come up, as I wanted to see how her strange surname was pronounced by the teacher, as well as how the class would react to hearing her name. She was near the start, although she should have been around the middle, and when her name was called (pronounced correctly) she waited a moment, before very quietly saying 'here'. She had put her head in her hands against the desk she was sat at, as if she was extremely ashamed. The teacher didn't hear her name, which was ridiculous as despite how quiet she had replied, she was sat right next to the teacher, and I was stood about 10 metres away and heard it. Her name was called again for this reason, and she said here faster and slightly louder. There were sniggers from pupils, including a boy amongst a group in secondary school uniform, looking too young for college. Suddenly, it had finished, and Caroline was getting ready to leave the library, presumably to return to the film. I couldn't find her, and received a text from her containing two long, confusing words that I had never heard before, leaving me puzzled as she was never one with a large vocabulary. There was something at the end of the text suggesting she wasn't returning to the film, saying goodbe. I wasn't particularly bothered by this. I walked towards where she was sat originally, passed it and continued down a corridor to the right, up some stairs. The walls were grey and it was lighter, I think there were some large windows on the left side of the staircase. I think the stairs were leading to the film room, which was strange as I came from the opposite direction originally. About three quarters up the stairs, I saw my friend Steven. W walking down from the room. As he passed, he said to me, "Are you one of those girls where time stands still, once a month?". This is a quote from a tampax advert that my favourite musician Aphex Twin sampled I laughed, and replied affirmatively.

The following dreams I recalled when I woke up at 1pm. I remembered some of it as I layed still, and the rest whilst I was writing out the first on my ipod.

2) I was at reading festival in a tent that I was sharing with my best friend Tom. R. It was pretty much the same as the tent I actually shared with him at Reading, maybe a bit smaller. I was sat by Tom's compartment, and it was very messy around me. Seems about right I picked up a leaflet which contained the news of our group at Reading Festival. According to one of the headlines, Will. Robinson had brought a 500 ounce steak into our tent!! Considering the massive size, I immediately tried to find it. Although it would usually be very easy to find such a large steak in such a small area, I could not find it. I fumbled around for it and found a large, floppy, flat and moist object that I thought could have been the semi-defrosted steak, but then I reconsidered as it would have been far bigger than this. I told tom about the confusion.

3) My friend Pasty that I've seen a lot of recently and I were in a large, spacious living room. I got the impression it was his own house, although I know he lives with his parents. He showed me a magazine dedicated to the topic of how to get laid everytime, without fail. He chucked it in a black, metal bin, as if it was a magazine basket, and told me that he'd have to read that this morning before going out. He then proceeded to move behind the sofa I was sat on, opening a door on the left to go for a shower. Again, lights were off but the windows let in afternoon cloud light.

4) I was having a stoned night out with Tom, smoking a lot of joints. We were by the cinema in town with others. We each had a very large bag of what looked like extremely vibrant green, strong weed. At least 4 ounces each XD The plastic back it was in was crinkly and not very soft like normal weed bags. For some reason, I owed an old lady, about 70 years old an 8 ball of weed. I really didn't have the money to pay for this, which is hilarious as I had soooooooooooo much weed and could have easily sold some to get the money, or simply just given her a hefty handful. We were now in a posh, dark room of which seemed to be on a very high floor of some sort of skyscraper office block. It was evening, probably around 9pm on a summers evening, as there was a dark orangey light from the twilight. We were with the old lady who was to my left, grinding up some weed for her, when the grinder broke. It was Tom. C's neon green grinder, and the spikey bits had all snapped off. She said she needed a grinder too, as well as something else. This was just too expensive for me (£2 extra? ) and I was beginning to worry about my money situation. I realized my responsibility however, and decided I had to get her a grinder and the weed. Me and Alice M. were now walking towards Wetherspoons to meet her, except the wetherspoons had moved in place of Nandos. We were sober now. When we approached the bouncer at the door, I was confident and felt I had nothing to hide, but he was very uncertain of Alice's ID, despite her being two years older than myself. This made me quite smug. She told the bouncer that her name was something very strange and that sounded nothing like a normal name, so I was confused. She then proceeded to ask, "recognize me from the telly?", and it suddenly made sense. We walked in towards the bar, and immediately saw our friend Andreas perched on top of the bar like a frog. It was dark in the room, with golden lights giving it the same light as in the normal Wetherspoons. We were speaking to him, and I think he was with other people we recognized. Suddenly, I was on the dancefloor area to the left of where I was originally standing, now with Ashley. H, in place of where the bar was. I asked her if she fancied a spliff, but she said no. Ryan. C, who was sat opposite me as we were now sat on blue plastic chairs like in primary school, said he fancied one. He then mentioned to two other people that I recognized that they could join in, and I mentioned it to a third guy who was sat to our left. I was happy to smoke them up, but was slightly annoyed as I get frustrated smoking with loads of scroungers. It had to go round five people, so I asked Ryan if he fancied making a massive one. Ryan now had a similar back of weed to me and Tom, and he put into the magically reformed grinder which was now red what at the time seemed like a normally large bud, and I was happy to match it. However, looking back it looked like at least a 3 gram bud! I looked at Ryan's bag of weed and initially thought it was much better than mine, but I decided in the end that they were pretty much the same size.

5) I was walking down a path at E. Park in my town with Tom. C and one or two other who I don't recall. We were walking towards town. It was very sunny and nice weather. He mentioned someone who I didn't know. When I expressed this to him, everyone was surprised, and Tom whipped out a picture of him. I still didn't recognize him. I kind of get the impression that this dream happened prior to the previous dream, however I definitely recalled it afterwards.

6) Effy and Tony from Skins were in a damn, dirty and scatty drug den like building. It was very small, and lit with a dark, red light. Effy was trying to express how scared she was and how she was "screwing herself out of every situation" (I'd heard this phrase on Bad Education the night before). She was getting very close to tony in a sexual rage, but Tony wasn't particularly fussed and although he seemed concerned, he told her that she was overreacting and that he had to leave.

REAL LIFE NON-LUCID

I've been having pretty bad luck with dreaming recently. Currently going through a bit of a dry spell, but I think it was partly my own fault, as I failed to update my dream journal for a couple of days. Anyway, here are the only dreams I can remember from the last couple of days...

1) I was in the car with my sister (i think...?). I think we were on our way to our old drama group. Suddenly I was sad down in that drama group, watching a performance. My sister was in it, despite not going for years. My friend Lottie, who has been in it every year without fail, was not in it this year and was sat next to me. No one on stage was taking it seriously - they were making lots of mistakes, and when they did they would simply laugh about it and chat to the audience. I then saw a scene of the performance, where the main chunk of actors were very young children. However, they were much shorter than the average 4 year old should be, looking like dwarfs.

2) Me and my friend Richard were in my old primary school assembly hall. We were at a school disco, however there were very few people there. It was very dark, but the atmosphere was very boring. Suddenly, 3 or 4 men with shaved heads left the room. Richard noticed this, getting all excited and taking this as an opportunity to get a bong out. He used a very thing small one. He put it town after having a large toke. Suddenly, the men came back in, but I wanted a go, despite not smoking weed in real life. I quickly raised the bong to my mouth and breathed in, but nothing came out. I was interrupted as Rose, a dinner-lady from my real school, started having a go at me, telling me that illegal drug consumption was an immediate ban from this years school prom. I asked her if she meant JUST Richard, but she told me it applied to both of us. I got very desperate, begging her to let me go and insisting that I hadn't done any weed, just him. Eventually, she asked to smell my breath. I thought I was safe as I hadn't inhaled much at all, and quickly breathed onto my hand to test. I smelled fine, and breathed into Rose's face. She concluded that I hadn't done any weed, and I was fine. Later, I saw Richard and told him that he had been banned from the Prom. He said "Ah, you dobbed me in didn't you!?", but I told him that Rose had seen him. He looked slightly annoyed, but nowhere near as annoyed as I would have been.

I was at my friend Richard's house, however I was here for my other friends Katherine and Sarah's party. I had been drinking a lot - I brought a large bottle of vodka which remained lieing on the carpet, empty. It was about 3am and the party was still going on. Obviously, it was pitch black outside. The people I were with were my usual friend group: Katherine, Sarah, Tom.R, Will.N, Hannah.L, Chloe. R, Charlotte. C, Charlie. G Ashley.H, Josie. B and some others. Many people were wanting to do weed and get high. Charlie started encouraging people. I had a chat with Katherine, who had her hair down instead of tied up. She told me that she kept telling herself not to have weed again after 2 years ago, but she gave in and was going to try it. They were all smoking it outside. I went outside with them to remain as one of the 'partiers', however I refused to try the drug. Whilst I was outside, I began to get very paranoid of the Police. Most people had left outside, and I was stood outside with one other person. The police kept driving down the road, and I was convinced one of them would stop and investigate us. However, none did. Eventually, I went back indoors, and I remembered that I was still drunk and I just chilled out again. I walked into the living room, making a strange screamy whiney sound, making Will, Tom and some others laugh. I then stood around a chair and asked people what I should be doing. Some suggested I should start playing the guitar, as last time when doing that I sang a lot. I ended up doing this, picking up and jamming. However, instead of singing and playing, I simply picking it up and started to play Drop D tuned bottleneck blues. No one payed much attention. Katherine soon showed me an iPod Touch, or something similar to that, and navigated to a webste where you could buy sweets there and then, much like the Drug Shop on my past dream journal. She had ordered a LOT of drumsticks (the lolly pops), and asked if I wanted to order one for myself. I did, despite having the knowledge that I bought her drumsticks for her birthday.

Suddenly, in the same dream, I was outside my friend Chris. W's driveway, and I was Napoleon Dynamite. I was stood next to either Uncle Rico or Kip, but I can't remember who. We were doing some form of freelance job, like they searched for on the movie. This suddenly cut out, and I was myself again, walking down my road with a friend, who I cannot remember. I think it might have been Richard. It was pitch black still, and reasonably cold. The road were lit up by regular orange street lamps. We continued to walk until, when walking past the old sweet shop and approaching Latham. C's road, we saw a strange figure about 2 minutes walk away. We were nervous to approach him, but at the same time were mocking him quietly, pretending we weren't scared. When we finally approached him, we jumped on him, and suddenly realized it was our friend Jamie. Br. We told him how scared we had been, and he told us that there was no need to be scared, and he wasn't a paedophile. He continued to walk further on, and so did we.

I was in a holiday home in Spain, and was sitting on a computer chair, using the internet. It was early evening outside and was somewhat cloudy, so I'd come inside. The villa was very grey and spacious, but nice still. I had been asked to do weed, and I'd agreed.

Suddenly I was in a room behind it, an equally grey but much smaller room. My friend Jonny was doing weed inside of it.