non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP I am in Afghanistan and about to leave, but first I am going to say bye to a tailor who is my friend. There is a line of women stretching for like 50 meters, in despair, trying to order burqas so they can cover themselves. The tension is high. First I turn away to leave, but then decide to go back and wait a little bit to see if I can reach my friend. I watch these women and I cry for them. A couple men come by and start checking the women standing in line, bullying those who are less covered or in western clothes. I know I can't do anything, so I leave and avoid looking any man in the eyes. Some kids with water guns spray water on me and I say nothing and just carry on. I know how easily the men would just kill me for saying anything. I am scared and heartbroken.
Last night's dream was very odd. I think it was one of those pre-lucids, or semi-lucids. Pretty much I went to this haunted house with my family and I was lucid but I also wasn't. I'm not sure why it's hard to explain, because a similar scenario has happened multiple times in the past. I kept saying I'm lucid in the dream and I was trying not to lose control, so it was pretty confusing.
Nothing to report this week. Back home, gonna try to get into a better routine... wbtb maybe?
Uptick in recall with a bit more sleep, finally. Fragmented still, but a lot more content with more details recalled (earlier) + large open dining area, we're at reserved tables, a new incoming group heads towards a large table in the corner, I think this might be our table, too + starting to climb up a tall stairwell, there's a guy there who's gathered a lot of large, empty, plastic, orange watering cans at the bottom, I decide to help him out by hauling a bunch of them up with me + walking through an orchestra (rehearsal?) strings section, they're all playing synchronized pizzicato + (underground parking area with rooms?) (later) + in old adult PTL home living room, see (young son?) outside throwing a rock at a passing car, see the rock bounce off the passenger front window, think about the possibility of throwing more rocks through the space between parked cars, (I'm naked?) late wife and kids appear on the lawn outside (party?), I move to close the curtains (again) for privacy + [vivid] in home in quiet area of foreign country [England?] with woman owner, I say "it's such a quiet area here," I'm wandering through the rooms looking closely at decoration and things on wall, like pictures, think I have a lot in common with the owner, I see pictures of orchestral string instruments, I think I'm a musician, too, now she's a man, who specializes in "pronouns," [selection of them?] I try reading one of his worksheets, hand-written in pencil on white paper, despite seeing words on paper I can't make sense of them or of where th pronoun selection comes into it. + walking outdoors (naked?) towards a large multi-story building (heading home?), see a woman in the distance walking a parallel path, get up to tall building/barrier, look up and see the various levels including an open terrace roof where I think people spend a lot of time, imagine heading up to the 2nd/3rd level on the elevator and think the people there will be surprised to see us. The buildings here are all tall. + avoiding young, very well-dressed [fancy suits] security, who are guarding stairwells and elevators in a building complex, I'm bringing a large cup [movie-sized] of popcorn [all food is forbidden here] in with me, and turning to shield view of it with my body as I walk among them and rush for the stairs + [something about white vs. dark meat on chicken, it's actually colored red]
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