I'm at home, curled in my desk chair, planning a trip to Monaco for myself on my laptop. The light is low and warm, it must be evening - and the trip is tomorrow. I look over my plans. I've already booked the Eurostar (£54.30 - I know it shouldn't cost that much!) and I'm familiar with the Côte d'Azur TER trains that pass through Monaco Monte-Carlo. Though I notice now that I didn't plan any way to get from Paris to Provence. While reading through my plans, I'm a bit doubtful as to how well it will go - it's meant to be a day trip but it doesn't look like I'll make it in a day. With security and waiting the Eurostar takes about 3 hours, the train from Paris takes longer and the last one into Monaco is at least half an hour. I'm worried and I feel a headache coming on - I wonder if I should cancel the trip. Maybe I can get my money back? Then it's the next day, my suitcase is packed and I'm leaving, still filled with worry. My mum wishes me luck. I don't remember what happens after I step out the door. But then I am in Monaco, standing in a shop, the walls, floor and ceiling are completely wooden. I look over some goods displayed on wooden counters. Seemingly I've been here before: I remember a sale that was on last time I was here. This time the sale is some aromatic bars of soap. I pick over up and turn it over in my hand, smelling its lemony scent. Sorry for slacking with the Dream Journal. I think this is the first time I've properly smelled something in a dream! Yay!
DILD I'm sitting down in my parents bed, just relaxing looking at a ceiling fan. I have an extreme sense of calm and control. "What if I'm dreaming?" I begin floating up to the ceiling confirming that I am. I land back down to the ground and begin walking to the door. I reach to grab the door nob but missed and couldn't open. "what if I can't open the door?" I dismiss the thought and succeed with two hands. I notice that my arms and hands look brighter than they should be considering how dark the room and living room are. I see my brother J2 and Dad watching TV. "If I act positive I will get positivity." I think to myself shaking off a sliver of fear. I begin walking towards J2. "What's up bro!?" I kind of sounded like pewdiepie. "Huh?" he seems confused. "Fist bump!" I say as I hold my fist out. He meets it with his own fist as I wake up.
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