Aristocles

#3 ["Silly Teases"] ["The Other Glass"] ~Non-Lucid~ (My dream came true -excuse the pun)

Uptown of a City - My brother and I were strolling in a misshapen city, occupied by 'enough' people. It was possibly between the hours of 12:00 P.M and 5:00 P.M, clouds were clearly present. My brother was engaging in discourse, but oddly with no one. I thought that rather strange, but suddenly I felt the heat on my face from the sun, distracting me from the thought. A skip in recall occurs here.

Upscale Restaurant - Me and my brother were now in a well-to-do resturant, dress rather appropriate for the decorum. He was ordering two large glasses of high-quality fruit juice - this was well within the normal behavior of my brother. He proceed to taste the juice and it was to his liking - very much so that he urged me to try it. I recall him uttering: "This juice is top-notch, one the best".
Now I was giddy at the thought on tasting it. However, no waiter was in sight. After much time, I was desperate to try it. So I got up and as I had done so I glimpsed upon a waiter near the doors of which entering, brings you into the kitchen.
I began walking in that direction, but stupidly the waiter began walking toward the kitchen doors. So I ran after him even going so far as to shout "Stop!" perhaps annoying every bourgeois elitist bastard there. I needed to taste that juice, however rather unfortunate the waiter crossed into the kitchen. And as I opened the kitchen doors my recall ends, though I didn't wake in actual life.

(I used expressive language, but I believed I stayed true to my recall. This dream was irritating.)

#2 ["Who was it?"] ~Non-Lucid~

Uptown - It was night, and lights surrounded me wherever I looked. I am presuming I was deep within the labyrinth of an modernized city. As I could not recall the complexity, so I'm going to not look past the forest for the trees. I most certainly recall riding on a motorcycle, it was dark -possibly black.
I had gloves on and a sensation of freedom was all I thought of as I zipped pass slowly moving vehicles. I came to a 'red light' and immediately I took notice to destitutes, prostitutes and all kinds of social dross. A dark-tinted black vehicle pulled up next to me. I felt intimidated and fearful when the operator of the vehicle began lowering his window.
It was cracked, it was most possibly a middle-aged man, someone you wouldn't want to be alone with. He winked and smiled - a skip in recall occurs here.

Nowhere - I was 'still' on my motorcycle moving -'flying'- down the open roads. It remained night and I can clearly and vividly recall the clouds, which were of various odd shapes. As I was staring at the left side of the road and scenery I was hit in the head with an object. I turned to discover where and who had thrown it, but no one was there -recall ends.


[I used expressive language, however I believed I stayed true to my recall. Also ever since I made the decision to 'do this' my dreams have been quite devoid of happiness. My prior dream -before I started doing this- was bright and cheerful I hope I can record a more pleasant dream.]