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    1. Dream # 005

      by , 09-21-2010 at 04:01 AM (Morbid's Abode)
      21.09.2010
      Adrenaline Rush (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Setting:
      -Consolacion - Jagobiao (another town - my home)

      Dream Characters:
      - Joerem
      - Cogay
      - Mom
      - Dad
      - Other unrecognized people

      Another dream fragment. Forgot the beginning, but remembered a few details from halfway until the end of the dream.

      I was walking with Joerem and Cogay in Consolacion (the nearest town next to ours) and I think we bought something or visited someone, I really don't remember. We walked past by someone Cogay knew, and she talked to him. After a while, he gave her the keys to his bike. Cogay told me that she borrowed it and was to deliver that bike. I insisted that I deliver it, since it had been a long time that I drived a bike. Fortunately, she agreed and I took the keys.

      I ignited the engine, and amazingly, it had a very loud sound. I drived slowly, and told them I'll wait for them there (I don't exactly know where that "where" was). The highway was plain at first and I started to speed up. I reached the most difficult areas in our town, the dreaded blind curve where lots had accidents already. I felt the rush in my veins, and I wanted to go faster. Suddenly, it was so fast that everything I pass by were blurred.

      The next thing that happened was beyond explanation. I was to deliver that bike but I reached home. As I stopped the engine, I noticed the front tire was flat. I checked on it and found a hole. Across, I saw my mom cooking some barbecues for sale. My dad was there as well, but with a mad expression on his face. He approached me and asked where the hell I got that bike. I didn't explain and instead, I asked for money to have that tire fixed. He declined and walked away. I looked at my mother, who had a sad expression, and realized I'll get rejected again.

      End of the dream. Although it's a long story already, but I feel that some details are missing. Guess, this has been one of my longest dreams.
    2. Dream # 004

      by , 09-21-2010 at 03:46 AM (Morbid's Abode)
      21.09.2010
      False Accusation (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Setting:
      -somewhere I didn't know

      Dream Characters:
      - Jeffrey
      - Glenabel
      - Glenabel's Mother
      - Fat Lady


      This is one of those hard-to-remember dreams. Remembered some few details, and decided to write it down.

      I was in a parlor, having a haircut. The stylist offered me a promo, he'll color my hair for free if he does it the way he thinks it fits to my style. I declined.

      Later, I was with someone older than me, the mother of Glenabel. We were outside a shop, waiting for something, or someone I think. Across the road, is Glenabel, suspiciously looking at me. She tries to call someone on her phone as if she's reporting something. I instantly thought to myself that I'm being accused of something, I just didnt' know what it was.

      I rushed inside the shop, an internet cafe. I called someone, it was Jeffrey. I told him someone reported us, and we should go. He was so nervous that he didn't know what to do. I told him to pay his bills so we could escape.

      We went outside and run. Someone was following us. To my surprise, it was a fat, lady barangay tanod (barangay tanods are police officers with the lowest rank, with cudgel as their only weapon, assigned in small towns or barangays). She was so fast in running that she caught up to us. I insisted that we're didnt do anything wrong and she believed us.

      We sat at the sidewalk, and talked about something. Another weird thing happened, the fat lady confessed that she likes me! I was so shocked that I wanted to run. Suddenly, a man in black bike was about to hit us. The fat lady, showed her true prowess, and in a martial-art-style grabbed the man, threw him up in the air, and stole the bike. She called us, and we escaped.