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    1. The Day 'Out'

      by , 09-15-2015 at 08:40 PM
      #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. He Who Couldn't Read

      by , 09-14-2015 at 02:54 AM
      #1 [A Strange Child] ~Non-Lucid~

      I awoke within the dream on bedraggled pavement - I faintly recall the feel of and emanating odor of the grass. A young adolescent, no older than 25 I think, is what triggered my awakening. He stopped and stared at me asking me if I was going to join them. I responded: "Join what?"
      He did not answer me and interestingly I was incredibly preoccupied with why I couldn't remember this man's face or name. I preceded to stand upright - immediately I felt a strong pain in my legs forcing me to genuflect. Just as fast as the pain came on I shoved it - almost as if I didn't feel anything. Seemingly disremembering the pain I took notice to my surroundings.
      I faintly recall a large quantity of old boxes, scattered about pipes and such giving me the impression of a dilapidated warehouse not used in decades. A skip in my recall occurs here. I recall being outside, possibly mid-day, I believe there was a breeze. A different man, possibly no older than 25 as well, put his hand on my shoulder and shouted.
      Initially I was annoyed, however I discovered there was a pack of wolves retaining selter within a run-down school bus. Now contemplating the atmosphere was somewhat apocalyptic, but that's besides the point. I thought upon glancing at the wolves we would be in serious trouble so to speak. But 'my friend' successfully intimidated them.
      Another skip in recall. Now 3 individuals, the same two from before. The one who place his hand on my shoulder was smashing a tipped over trash can with a bludgeoning object, maybe a bat. The other -from the beginning- was reading which I thought was out of the ordinary.
      The last one, was much younger, a child, perhaps no older than 10 and he was staring at me. A frightening force saturated me, I could not budge it. As I was panicking my 'background' changed, almost resembling the pages of a book with words spinning about. I began taking notice to the spinning words to discern what they were. Disremembering the earlier feeling of panic I became occupied with the words of which I don't recall being able to decipher.
      Then suddenly I began fading and it happened entirely too quickly to feel it's effects - awakening me in actual life.

      [I used very expressive language, but I believe I remained true to my recall. It was my first Dream Journal so I am little out of my element.]

      Updated 09-15-2015 at 01:51 AM by 69992

      non-lucid , memorable