non-lucid

DJ Log: September 06, 2010 – Morning, 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am traveling via vehicle to a large school building. First, I complete some paperwork at the front office before heading back to a classroom. The desks were very small and tightly cramped. I barely fit in the chair and am jammed, shoulder to shoulder between the people next to me. Every desk has a laptop-like device on them that would interact with the instructor's projection screen. The percentage of right/wrong answers are displayed, as well as questions that other students are asking. The class seems like a low-level math class, as we are adding and subtracting two and three digit numbers.

After answering a few questions, the teacher told us all that we could take a break. He also said that we could go outside and smoke if we wanted to. I am walking around with a few other students for a bit looking for a good door to use, but all seemed to be blocked by something. An open classroom directly by the door, or a janitor working right by the door, or something else that prohibited our clean exit. After a bit of searching, I split from the other students and went back out the front door by the main office. This was the dream's exit.

DJ Log: September 05, 2010 – Mid-afternoon nap, 4:30PM (USA Eastern)
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I am traveling by foot to a building that appears to be a flea market, primarily with tools and mechanical hardware. The store is very cluttered and disorganized. I found myself sorting through a couple of shelves of very small tools and items, looking for interesting items. I was placing these interesting items in a pile on a desk or bench top. After dropping a small part, I look around on the floor and discover several items underneath the desk/bench I am at. I found a long screwdriver and a tire iron, and use these to reach under and extract some of the items. I found a couple of small plastic boxes which contained the collet and parts for a Dremel-like machine.

While examining what appeared to be a miniature hacksaw, an employee of the store approaches me and asks if I need any help. I explain that I just dug this out from underneath the bench, and asked how much he wanted for it. He never gave a price, but proceeded to reach over to a shelf and retrieve a manual for the device, as if he knew where everything was at. He began to read some of the assembly instructions from the manual.

I remember collecting a handful of the items that I had piled up and walking away from the area I was digging around in. This was the dream's exit.