GrannyPigms

The dream started with me trying to get a job. There were two places I liked. One place called "Suzuki diner" (reference below) and another place called "Big burgers & bucks". I don't get it either.

Anyways, I applied for the Suzuki place, and walked up and down the hill I live on. I'm not sure why, but it was a nice day so I guess I was just enjoying it. After doing that a couple times I walked back down to the place, expecting it to be done. I accidentally walked into the wrong place.

In that place there was a guy holding a guitar. He looked to be 30-ish, he had a beard... actually. Come to think of it, he looks like Steve again! Why do I dream of him so much? Anyways, he said "Oh great! Your here! Come, we're going to do a hand-eye coordination test." He led me to a paper with two thumb-shaped holes in it. I excused myself, because this was not the place I was going to.

Weirdly enough, I walked up my hill again instead of going to the place I meant to go.

And now, it starts getting weird.

I walk up and there's this 40-ish year old lady doing a stripper dance on a telephone pole. I started walking a little faster. She started to strip down her clothes and then I started to run. My house was only a couple blocks away, and I do NOT want to get involved with that.

Now since this was my dream, and I didn't want her to go near me, she started to drift off. Luckily I was far enough away when she finished stripping down. I got home, and I was about to tell my brother about what happened when,

I woke up.

Reference:
"Suzuki" Is a name for a violin book. I was interested in violin a year ago, and I recently went to a garage sale to look at one. So I guess I was thinking of that?

Or, its always an option that its just completely random.

1. A guy who looked like my old elementary school teacher Steve (again?!) proposing in a coffee shop.

2. Looking up at the sky and no stars. (Hard to explain)

Length: ~5 min
Type: Lucid

I was in some sort of generic warehouse. With brown boxes stacked high. At the top there was a window. I was walking with some other guy towards them. I didn't get a good view of him, until I stopped to tell him I was dreaming, like I always do. He had brown whiskers all along his face. He had brown-ish black-ish hair too. He reminds me of this guy called Steve, who used to be my language arts teacher in like, 3rd grade. I told him I was dreaming, then decided I would try flying. Either I was nervous about it, and that's what caused me crashing, or its just my first time, either way, I was aiming for the window to do a sort of superman "coming-through-window" sort of thing, but I hit just to the right. I flew halfway through the wall, then woke up.

How I became lucid, was through doing a random reality check. Almost forgot that.