non-lucid

Im surprised i havent posted this dream yet,

from the 6th:

So my bf and i and about 20 DC's were at a Gorillaz concert.(which is happening IRL in two days) The set up for the concert was very confusing; there was some 4' tall chain link fencing around the perimeter of a cement patio area where we had to stay inside the fence. There was curtain behind us and the stage that the Gorillaz were on was really far in front of us, for some reason.


There was a part when i snuck to the front of the patio and people were positioned there to grab at me and scare me back behind the fence. And next thing i knew, the curtain behind me had opened, and everyone was off to the side now and D12 was there, rapping. I noticed that my bf had disappeared, he fell behind the curtain. For a second i could see from his perspective where he was, so i knew he was hurt and scared and had an idea of where he was, but when i looked behind the curtain he wasnt there. So i went looking for him in a hallway. I found him in a storage room in a mountain of boxes.

My dream collapsed when i helped him out from the boxes, but i fell back asleep immediately into the same dream. We were now in a hotel room and i was watching the concert from the window. Some one knocked on the door and opened it, telling us we had to get out because they over booked our room, and the cleaning lady had to tidy it for the next people. I remember arguing with her about it, and ended up telling her we will pack up to leave. O.o

7th, was up for over 21 hours, and had 4.5 hours of sleep:

Had one recall about Sentaku. LOL, had a very distinct "im dreaming" moment, but i was probably too exhausted to turn lucid, unfortunately.

8th:

I did the Chest Technique to meditate before sleep, and everything was fine until the chest started rattling and jumping. It burst open and all of my negative thoughts that were locked in it came shooting at me. Was crazy.

10th:

Crappy recall, could only remember one DC, no dream, no commentary. Fail.

About 2 days ago, was on a trip when it happened.

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Non-lucid.


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I was outside a nice little sushi bar, and it was the only thing around. I went inside, went directly to the bar, pulled out the stool, and sat on down. I looked around and saw one person down at the other end of the bar, and one about 2 stools to my left. The chef came over to me and asked, "Mahy Aye Take Yor Ohdah?" In a VERY asian accent. I thought it was cool, and I ordered Tuna Tepenyaki (Raw Tuna cubes. I think this is what they're called. They're DELICIOUS!) and a platter or spicy marinated Tuna Tepenyaki. They both came on elegant platters, and were sat down in front of me on the nicely polished wooden bar. I asked for some chopsticks, and the chef handed them to me, and bowed and said, "Enjoy." I set up my chopsticks and took a piece of the regular tuna. I ate it, and CONTRARY TO MY LAST DJ ENTRY, I could taste it. It tasted WONDERFUL! It was nice and salty and just a bit fishy. I ate a few more pieces of the regular tuna, and then I moved that platter over, and then I moved the Spicy platter in front of me. I picked up a piece, and took a good look at it. It was perfectly marbled with a nice caramel colored glazing. It looked delicious. I put it in my mouth, and it tasted EXACTLY like the same spicy tuna I eat in real life, but a little bit better. I ate a few more pieces of the spicy tuna, then I ordered some of the new, hybrid salmon/octupus. I don't know why my subconsious ordered this, but it did. It was what looked like a tentacle with the suckers on it, but the tentacle was what also looked like salmon. I took a bite, and it wasn't too bad. I ate a few more pieces of that, set aside my plate, and my dream ended.

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Not too bad for the first real tried DJ?

Thanks for reading!

-meta2

We were going fishing, my fiance and I. we were deep in the woods, redwoods, the ground was warm and the sun was filtering through the canopy of needled branches. He was at the front of the car, unloading our bags, and I was walking around to the back to get something out. As I went to open the handle, I noticed two eyes staring at me. Dark eyes with dark hair that was covered in a fine mist of the same dirt I was stepping on. Burrowed into the dead pine needles so I didn't see, so we didn't notice. I couldn't see anything but his eyes up, but I knew that he was smiling, a devilish grin. I remember choking on my words, trying to yell to my fiance to help. I couldn't get the words out, and the man was crawling out from under the bumper, like a spider extending its limbs to hunt its prey. I backed up, started running around to the front of the car, yelling "Stop, leave us alone!"

The man didn't talk, circled the car, I was standing in front of my fiance, he was trying to stand in front of me, a dance of protection. The stranger had that startling smile on his face and began to approach us. I suddenly rushed forward and pushed him, flat hands on his chest, but he barely moved. Barely indicated he'd felt anything.

I knew my fiance would try to protect me, but that's what this stranger wanted. I could tell he wasn't going to do anything, just his presence would be enough, and then once the first blow had been thrown, he would react, claim self defense. He would rip my life from my hands. I didn't know this stranger, but I knew what he wanted.

I started slamming my fists into his chest as my fiance moved toward us. "Leave..us...alone!" I cried out, feeling tired, sluggish. The shock was coursing through my veins. My mind was starting to grow fuzzy. As my fiance stepped closer, the stranger suddenly reached out, moving like a well calculated animal, grabbing me, pulling me toward him, and then fleeing. He had to be taller than me, for my feet didn't drag, but his arm around my waist was hard and he ran like a gazelle through the woods. I was beating him, trying to kick him, but it was as if he wasn't phased. I looked at his face, the vein on his neck pulsing, and his eyes wild. He was breathing heavily and yet he ran at a dizzying pace. I heard my fiance screaming for me, running after us, and I realized I was screaming too. Screaming for help.

And then, somehow, he dropped me, ran into a small town, and threw me down in the bushes, and ran to an open vehicle, turned it on, flipped on the lights, and peeled out, heading away. I remember laying there, in the brush, panting and shaking. I thought the worst was over, he'd stopped. But then I realized why. He didn't want me. He never wanted me.

It was with a sickening and sinking feeling I watched my fiance run past me, his eyes wide, his body set to kill. He was running to save me, but he didn't see me, ran right past me, saw the stranger peeling away in a car, and stopped thinking; started doing. He ran up to a beat up old pickup, barely hanging together, and somehow the keys were in it, he got them, I don't know how, I was barely aware of where I was, yet alone what was happening, but I saw him leap into the cab and take off, the truck's engine whining loudly.

I ran into a store, bewildered, told them to call 9-1-1, didn't tell them why, didn't know what it would do. That there was a strange man that had grabbed me, had driven off. A woman inside, large and unhappy looking, began to grumble. The stranger had stolen her car, she suddenly realized, and began to complain how she hoped he didn't scratch it. I remember standing by the road, frantic, watching the pickup reach the top of the hill, start to careen beyond view.

And then a loud POP. It echoed through the trees, reached my ears, made my heart stop. I saw dust rise up, beyond my view, a few miles off, where the road snaked, and I began to pant heavily. My heart began to beat loudly in my ears. The woman in the store was crying and mumbling about how she just knew her car was dented. I turned around, to the few women in the little store, it looked like a little convenience store like you see in the mountains, and I whispered, "Did that sound like a gunshot?"

No one met my gaze and I turned to look, watched people looking as the dust continued to curl up from the forest. I didn't hear the whine of the old truck anymore. I heard a woman quietly whisper to another that it sounded like a tire. I began to shudder and I started trotting down the road, aware it was miles between myself and whatever lay ahead, knowing I could barely stand, let alone run, because I was so frightened; shock settling in.

Sirens blared as two sheriff's vehicles barreled down the road toward the 'scene'. I couldn't even fathom what was there. I couldn't bear to consider that it was even a 'scene'. I stood on the side of the road, breathing heavily, watching; waiting.

After what seemed hours, I saw a familar car coming down the rise. It was my fiance's car. I felt a flood of relief rush over my body. And then, as the car neared, fear began to trickle back into my veins and my hands and face began to tingle as I realized much too late that he hadn't been driving his car. That he'd taken that pickup. As it rolled up to me, I saw a woman in the front seat, a clipboard on her lap.

She opened the door as I ran over to it, tears beginning to fill in my eyes. There had to be an explanation. Maybe he was being held for questioning. Maybe the stranger had crashed. Maybe it was a gun. Maybe...maybe a thousand possibilities.

The woman looked up at me, dark hair, a white shirt on, but a large gun in the holster on her hip. She had a hardened face and her large fingers grasped a pen as she wrote on a clipboard. I was staring at her, and she looked up and said sternly, "Ma'am, it seems the tire pressure was too much, the thing popped, truck went off the road." I felt an icy cold horror begin to pierce my body. "The truck hit, cab came clear off...the cab's badly dented, we're trying to get to it, but we can't be sure if he survived."

The ice hit my heart and I began to hyperventilate as I slowly asked, "What?" I blinked, my hands shaking violently as time seemed to move without taking me with it. I wasn't aware of time or place or myself, just of the beat that was my startled heart. Then, as the seconds ticked by, devastation flooded my body and I screamed, "What?! WHAT?!" I began to feel like I was suffocating, grabbing my chest, a sob stuck in my throat, screaming in a shrill voice, "WHERE IS HE?!" I looked up to where the dust was beginning to clear and imagined him, the truck at the bottom of a ravine, the cab stuck, smashed, to the point of no return. I imagined him having a few seconds, bleeding to death, trying to get free as the life dripped out of him. I started to run, dragging my feet, my mind unable to comprehend what I would do if I weren't there and he died. If he had already died. What I would do if I lost him.




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I woke up gasping, my heart thundering in my chest, tears welling in my eyes.



A dream.

I was dueling dan fino, and david k. but we were shooting paper targets that were next to each person. and I think I saw shaggy and scooby at one point in this dream.

phase 1: I went into a a donut shop with Ian and Danny Vavernik We wanted a dozen donuts, and decided to leave it at that. the dozen only cost 2 bucks and before we even got the donuts I had randomly had donuts in a box in my hand already one was chocolate circle and one was a vanilla long john. then the donut setting changed into a bar setting. it was the same people + my uncle chet and tim and my mom. Danny apparently got along with others while eating his cheese fry wedges a certain style. those cheese frys were good.

phase 2: I was out roaming at night by a new housing project area. there were many police cars going by (which some were suspicious of me) and I ran into christian merkau as well as a travelling family and mr. phillips (running coach) we were by a hotel and an extremely huge ditch. christian told me he was in trouble with the police (he was on a bike) and he told me he needed to make sure his brother was safe(he doesnt have a brother but in the dream he did) so apparently mr. phillips being ignorant of the situation tells christian to travel back home with a travelling family that is following a dark paved path to cross a major road.

phase1: (possible semi-lucid)I was at a pool flying about 15 or 20 feet above, stephanie meyer (who is apparently a life guard) and matt cortese are talking to eachother in the pool. I kept pouring buckets of dilluted/dirty water on her while flying in a lounging position as if i were just floating on air. The pool was amidst a forest that surronded circularly then there were Highways past the forest range. there was more to this dream but i forgot.

phase 2:Then I was in a school (which i've never been to) and i was conversing with a guy then over came four girls 2 were allison e and kate l (from highschool) the girls talked to the other dude but shrugged my prescence off. after they walked away kate l stood there as if she felt sorry that i was ignored.

phase 3: Then i'm in the same school but its a different phase. Erin Mcloraine needed me to text something and she asked me to text the number 25 so at first i stumble upon the blackberry-esque phone keys then i type 25 and it was underlined then the dream faded.

The dream starts off with me in a comfortable cottage on the beach in a small town I do not recognize. The streets and houses around me are empty of people and I somehow know that I am the only human around. There are monsters and dangerous things outside and to remain safe I have to stay inside the cottage.

Though I never consciously recognize that I am in a dream, I know that I can do things that I could not normally, such as defying gravity and floating around and being able to see and walk through walls. For a short time I practice flying around and moving through walls before I risk a peek outside. The windows on one side of the building were boarded up or sealed so I had to stick my head through the wall to see outside.

The sun was beginning to set and darkness was growing, yet through the twilight I could see a large muscular creature that looked like a cross between a bull and a demon walking along the beach before disappearing either into or behind another cottage not far from mine. I become scared and retreat into the cottage, fearing that I would be seen and have an onslaught of monsters attack my hiding place.

There is a bit more to the dream but I cannot remember much other than that I am trapped in the cottage all night and by morning I have achieved the ability to become invisible after practicing all night.

I'm at a desert palace, and I'm strapping a knife and sheath on my right leg. Once I get it fixed, I started searching around for treasure. There was a pool that had gold pieces scattered throughout that I almost jumped in. At the last second I noticed it had crocodiles in it. They had a random pattern to them, and I got the hell away from the water. I asked this old guy who was near me about them, and he said they were mechanical. Then he went on talking about all this other stuff I didn't care for.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

When my 6:30 alarm went off this morning, I was still sleepy, despite having gone to bed just after 10, and I felt somehow sure that I'd have at least one dream that I remembered if I slept in for another hour, so I reset the alarm for 7:30. Luckily, before I fell asleep again, I remembered that REM cycles take 90 minutes, so I reset it again for 8:00. [I'm not entirely sure in what order I had the following dreams, nor am I sure whether the first one took place before or after the 6:30 alarm, but here they all are.]

I open my eyes in my bedroom and immediately notice that the light fixture in the center of the ceiling has a square cover over the lightbulb, like the light over the shower in my real bathroom, not a round cover like it does in my real bedroom. I say right out loud, “That light is wrong, so I must be dreaming! HELLS TO THE YEAH!” I get out of bed, but then stand just inside the door for a few moments, trying to figure out whether or not I can still breathe through my nose while pinching it shut. It seems I can, but only a little bit. Confused, I give up trying to figure it out and leave the room to say good morning to my mom. She's there, just like normal. I go back in my room and, still hopeful that this might still be a dream, try to walk through one of the walls. Again, it doesn't work; the wall and I are completely solid to each other.

The Dream King is talking to me. [Not the one from The Sandman; it's the gryphon from the Rankin-Bass version of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”] He says something along the lines of, “When you summoned us for fun times earlier, you bounced and lay down. The next time you do it, could you lay on your back first so the palace doesn't get shaken around?”

I'm in a park somewhere with P. We have to go through it to get home. There are all these dogs running around, and she protects me from them just by knowing how to act confidently and politely toward them. At some point, we end up riding bareback on a horse through the park. I can feel the horse's hair. Eventually we get to an escalator and start riding up it (yes, still on our horse). It goes up into an enclosed chamber with animatronic figurines in it, designed to look like the riders of the escalator are coming out of the mouth of some giant creature. There is some kind of audio narration playing, thanking us for visiting this attraction. When we get to the top of the escalator and exit the chamber, we're on a street.

The 8:00 alarm went off for real, and I recalled all of the above. I went out of my room and talked to my mom.
Me: I just had a really confusing dream. Is this the first time I've come out to say hi to you this morning, or the second?
Mom: The first.
Me: I thought so. That's what I dreamed about.
After I'd confirmed it, I started feeling happy and proud about having another lucid dream.

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Meta-commentary:

The WBTB+MILD technique seems to be working well for me, at least giving me interesting dreams with good recall, if not consistently giving me lucid dreams. I've found something that works for me, though, so I'm going to keep it up. I was making the effort with my MILDing again last night, but I could be putting even more effort into it. Also, I had my cardboard-square bracelet on for most of the night, but I think I took it off when the 6:30 alarm went off because I was tired of wearing it. I'm not sure, though, so I can't say whether or not I was wearing it when I had my lucid dream. Finally, I shall have to remember not to rely on the nose-pinch RC so much; it served to confuse the issue rather than to clarify it. Next time, I'll try the finger-counting method.

Dream 1: My sister is going on the bus. However, my mom decided to go inside for no obvious reason. Later, she asks me to join and I do. From afar, I see kids my sisters age that look a little familiar. Once the work is done (?), I ask the bus driver to drop us at the next corner.

Dream 2: My mom bought me Magic the Gathering cards even though I stopped playing for like a year now. She gave some to my dad aswell, but my father doesnt like them. The deck is full of Land cards with the symbols from pokemon.

Dream 3: In a pretty short dream, I see Cameron and Mitchell from Modern Family.

Dream 4: Me and my handicapped friend go to school. He asks me to do an image of a belly button for when he comes back from school. At his return, I have about ten, but he doesnt like any of them.

Ok so i took a 100mg of b6 last night and tried to wild. I failed the wild again, but i made progress. I hit SP in like 10 minutes. I just need a mask for my eyes because they keep opening up. Anyway heres my dreams.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-7

There is a ritual in my elementary school where vampires spread some blood on the floor and then kill a whole bunch of people in the room. I'm a vampire in this btw. There is usually 15 people and around 10 vampires. We are about to start the ritual again when morality hits me. I think that this is insane. Why are we doing this to innocent people. I continue along with the ritual. Everyone puts blood into this guys hands. He puts it into the middle of the room. I then walk to the blood. Then unritualisticly, i throw the blood to the other side of the room. The vampires swarm around it trying to get a taste. I tell the rest of the people, some of which are friends to stab them in the back of the head. A vamp tackles my friend. He has a pen in his hand and stabs his back neck. The vamp glows gold then disintegrates into nothing. The people in the room rush the vamps killing them, then leave the gym. I walk out and along the way hear from my old boss something along the lines of," why would you betray us". I say back,"because two of those people were my friends. I can't do this anymore".

Heres another dream. This one is just odd to me.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-6

I'm somewhere either at a parking lot at school, or at mcdonalds. I pull out my laptop and this girl walks up. She's pregnant. I know her from school, and she already had a kid, and really was a MILF. But she walks up and says hi. Then implies that we are dating and have been for a while. I just go with the flow and say yaaa, sure. Someone walks up with a friend who starts talking to her. The other person leans in to me and says you know shes in her second trimester. I go ya, sure.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-5

I'm hangin with my friend and his brothers in a car. He is rolling a joint. I mess around and put half the weed in a bag in my mouth. For the rest of the dream i'm spitting up weed in large amounts. It tasted odd.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-5

My friend is watching some sort of weird porn. I tell him to turn it off. He can't even see it because its on a wall behind him. After a while he wants to play some Company of Heroes. I say sure but don't really feel like playing.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-3

I remember a dream of me driving into a parking lot. Then going into a store. I wish i could remember more.

This dream was not lucid.

I stood outside a two-story apartment complex at night. The aprtments were connected from the outside, not by an inside hallway.

I walked to a stairway up to the second floor. As I did, I thought about how lucky I had been to miss the rain. But, I thought, my mom would be going out in the rain tonight. So she would need an umbrella.

I ran on all fours along the balcony. It was now raining hard, maybe even thundering. I came to "my mom's apartment." The door was closed, but I kept rushing at it, unaware. I suddenly got a hold of myself and pulled back.

My mom stood to my right, outside the door. She may have had a bunch of stuff all around her, like a mattress, blankets, etc.

I now saw a weird picture book about a baby Disney character (Goofy, though I called him Pluto) in a diaper. "Pluto" had been trnasformed into a baby and was being taken care of by Goofy (who really was Goofy).

I stood out on a streetcorner in a clean, desolate area of town at night. I got a call on my phone, which was an old cell phone.

I avoided answering the call, because I was trying to avoid certain people. But I looked at the phone and saw the caller was "Bomb." I thought Bomb was my brother, so I thought I'd answer the phone. But I then thought that I could be mistaken. So I let the phone ring.

I then wondered if my brother had called to tell me something bad had happened to my mom.

As I crossed the intersection, a big SUV headed at me from my left. It made a huge u-turn in the intersection and then in an area that looked like a culdesac. It felt like the SUV was trying to hit me. But then it was gone.

I was walking along the sidewalk and came to a curtain made of white sheets. Some shortish man held the sheets up for me.

I walked through. It was daytime, a little grey, in an area like a river on the back end of a southwestern city. I stood by a truck with a cop.
The cop was taking care of some final details, probably with an investigation of the site. I got in the truck. I was now holding a bunch of papers and accordion files in my lap.

The cop got in the truck. We drove down the road. Another cop waved at us. The first cop stopped the truck.

The second cop (dressed a in red flannel jacket) started talking with the first cop about some investigation being done on a mass murderer woman, who had possibly killed all her family except her husband.

I now felt I was somehow related to this woman, and that she would be coming after me. I felt like a little kid.

We drove on a little further. It may have been night. We came up to an area littered with a bunch of household stuff, including a baby-sized mattress.

There was some relief for me in this scene. I may have felt like the woman had been caught, and that she wouldn't be trying to kill me after all.

1. Concerns the story of a lion who inherits leadership of the pride from his father, learns songs about roses from an old book, feels sorry for every antelope he eats, and must constantly stay ahead of his twin brother's attempts to usurp his position.

2. Concerns an art contest where the theme word was "snuggle". My entry was disqualified for depicting a girl/girl relationship, and everyone else's entries were also disqualified for equally silly reasons (shiny chins, Pokemon, stuff like that). There was a database of DQ'ed entries that could be sorted by reason for disqualification.

So I'm on a skateboard type thing with a Gps looking music player. its telling me where to go so i follow it. I end up in a highspeed chase like the music overcame me. This is from previously playing Robot Unicorn Attack. Cause the more points you collect the faster you go. Eventually I was hardly hanging on by my seatbelt going 120mph on a close highway. My body was slung back and forth in traffic and it felt so real!!!

In another short dream, I was running from the cops in the mall cause i was carrying alcohol. This is because on my way home last night I was carrying an alcoholic beverage and didnt want to get caught with it.

Enjoyed a lot of alcohol the evening before, so no recall for the first several hours. Then I had some REM rebound and recalled these short dreams. In bed for a total of 12 hours.

Chelsea Clinton Playing Lacrosse
0527: C. I have to write a report on Chelsea Clinton. I am looking at the wikipedia page, but I am upset because someone deliberately removed all the images. Later I realize that it's just a written essay and I don't need images. Then I'm watching a women's lacrosse game on TV and Chelsea is the star of one of the teams. Her team is up 7-2 and she gets taken out to rest. The other team scores two quick goals to make in 7-4. I think I'm watching with my father.

GTA in SAV, Hangover
0630: D. I'm stealing cars and escaping cops in SAV, like Grand Theft Auto. Not much recall.

False awakening that I totally missed. I'm in my own bedroom and I'm still drunk (day residue). Everything is really weird, but I account for it as drunk stuff I did last night. I'm under the bed comforter but not under the sheets. I get up. I'm wearing a heavy jacket and a pair of swim trunks. My bedroom door is wide open. The water in the bathtub is running. I walk into my closet to change. I see something in the corner of my eye to my right. I think maybe it's my own reflection in a mirror. I move, but it doesn't which freaks me out. Turns out to be Dave who was hiding in my closet.

Comedy Show, Wrong Page
0808: D. I'm at a Dane Cook show in New York. In the first part, he's in front of a small crowd. Then as part of the big opening, this small section of seats separates and moves down into a large theater. Dane Cook continues with his act but it's like a classroom and everyone is following along with books and notes. I don't know what page we're supposed to be on and I panic. There's a girl sitting to my left and one in front of me. I guess we are in a group. They are upset with me and trying to get me to the right page. As I flip through the book, it becomes my dream journal. This happens a few times. Now Dane wants someone to read aloud from the book. We are at the far right of the theater and there is a microphone nearby. The girl to my left is supposed to read but she has lost the page too. I am embarrassed.

Touch Football, Libido
0921 D. I'm with a group of people. I sense they are friends but I don't recognize anyone in particular. We are in a convenience store, goofing off. Running through the aisles and knocking things off the shelves. The employees are upset. Then we divide into two teams to play football (day residue) in the middle of the store. I'm on a team of another guy and a girl. The other team is 4 guys. I don't think that's fair.

We have the ball first. Me and the other guy on my team alternate as quarterback. We basically ignore the girl and just pass to each other. The first time I catch the ball, I turn and see the other team running toward me. I think, wait, we said touch football, right? Not tackle, I hope? It's touch football and no one gets hurt. My team is successfully driving down the "field". The endzone is the freezers at the end of the store. I get the ball, run to the freezers, open the door, and place the ball inside among the frozen pizzas and ice cream. We win!

At some point I become lucid. I'm still in the convenience store but no longer in the group of friends. I have no control and the dream is not very vivid. I just know that I'm dreaming and there's no consequences for whatever I do. So my libido takes the lead. Naturally, I look around for the nearest woman and tear her clothes off. She looks to be in her thirties but I'm not bothered. Her underwear turns out to be some rather scandalous light purple lingerie. I move in and kiss her but this narrows my field of vision. I close my eyes and the dream fades away.

Lucid Supermarket, Libido
1021: C. I'm in my car, driving at night. I'm hungry and stop at a supermarket to get something to eat. The supermarket claims to specialize in lucid dreaming. I think at one point the store is called Lucida Monica Market. Then later it is La Lucida Market. But it's in Culver City (day residue), not Santa Monica. Inside it looks like a typical supermarket. I search up and down the aisles for something to eat but nothing seems appetizing. There are quite a few DCs browsing the aisles and also way too many DCs behind the counters working. It seems like they are all staring at me, waiting for me to ask for help. I feel a bit paranoid and shy.

Then I come to the aisle that is supposedly for lucid dreaming. The signs above mark the sections with various lucid dreaming topics. The one I remember is "Expectations". But the items in this section are just a bunch of mirrors, knick-knacks, and craft supplies. I struggle to see exactly how this is relevant to lucid dreaming.

Once again, I'm bored and my mind turns to sex but I'm not lucid as in the previous dream. I scan around me for the nearest woman. Like the food, nothing seems particular appetizing, so I continue to wander for a woman. Before long, the dream fades.