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lonewolf

All i remember is that Lonewolf was in the dream.

The Scariest Nightmare Ever

I had a dream that I was actually playing one of them retarded facebook games. No details other than that. I hate facebook games and that is why this is a true nightmare.

Lucid or not?

I'm at a loss here... during the whole dream I was kind of convinced this wasn't a dream, and yet another part of me was entirely convinced it was a dream. Therefore i started doing my normal Lucid routine.

I was in a kitchen, with some people. I was drinking hot chocolate out of a pixie cup. It tasted good. I tasted it more to incorporate the sense of taste into the dream. I then smelled the hot chocolate to incorporate that sense into the dream. I finished the cup after in one swig and slammed the cup down at the table. I looked at my hand and had a hard time splaying my fingers out properly. I placed my hand on the table and stretched my fingers out. I tried to feel the touch of the table.

I looked at the space between my middle and index finger and began counting slowly. At first I was expecting the dream to stretch out... but nothing out of the ordinary happened. at around 20, A force seemed to place my hand harder on the table. My dream forearm lifted a bit as a seemingly magnetic force seemed to place my elbow in line with my hand. At 30 I stopped. Everything seemed very vivid. I had no idea how long i wanted to be lucid for. With me in the kitchen were two women that looked like my grandmother. Asuka and shawna? whatever they were playing a game with me or something... I looked at the table and saw a pair of glasses on it. The nose bridge was just glass which was part of both lenses. I asked "who's are those?". The shorter grandma took them. My physical body shifted in my sleep and I woke up.

Kanmuri

Very long dream of walking around in a town that seemed to be a part of chilliwack B.C. I was walking to someone's house on a street, when I saw A guy I recognized. I followed him and talked for a bit, when a Pretty blonde woman I seemed to know joined us.

I invited her over to my house. We go in and we go to my bedroom. We talk for a bit but I forget what it's about. for some reason I go to a living room where theres a folder witha piece of paper on top. The papers says something about me. I go back to the room, and the woman seems hesitant to stay, I think she's afraid i will make a move on her. There was something important i needed to say to her, so I i poured her a glass but my memory fades here.