non-lucid

H. is sitting by the computer. He's ordering a "gi" for me (a suit to use for jiu jitsu). He's ordering a purple one, and I say I didn't want a purple one, I wanted a blue one. I realize we're at the gym, and the man behind the counter says he'll arrange that I get the blue one. The gym is different, they have rebuilt the locker rooms. There's one very large hall dedicated to the men's locker room. The room is divided into sections in alphabetical order, so you have to use the area that corresponds with the first letter of your surname. I walk through the men's locker room to get to the women's area. There are only three small rooms for the women to use. I go to the door that reads T - Å, since my last name starts with T. I get a feeling something is not right and do a nose plug RC. for a second I can sort of breathe through one of my nostrils, but it suddenly clogs up, and I can no longer breathe. I decide to try another RC - just to be sure I'm not dreaming. I look a my hands, they look normal! So it's not a dream ... I look at my digital wrist watch, it says 09.21. Then I look at a digital clock on the wall, it says 13 something. I think to myself that one of them is incorrect, so I decide to look at my wrist watch again. It shows different numbers each time I look. Can it be a dream? I do the nose plug again and it works! I'm lucid! I should stabilize the dream, so I walk over to the wall and start touching it with my hands. It's uneven and feels rough to the touch. Yellow color. I touch the curtains, wondering how everything can feel so real! I look around me trying to figure out what to do. I don't remember my list of "lucid-to-do-stuff", and just climb onto a counter nearby and start looking in some baskets and cabinets searching for some food. In the process I lose lucidity, and the dream continues on and shifts to my work place.

Something about plants still left in the garden center, and something about changing some areas inside the shop. I sit talking to M.B. She has been on a mountain hike. Something about the cache registers, there's a man there. He's a comedian or a semi-famous person. He has to step out of the way when customers come, because he doesn't know how to operate the cache register. (I remember seeing two hexagon shaped "garden canter tables" with shrubs standing in my drive way at home, but don't remember where they fit in in the dreams)

Something about A.K. I've been talking to her on the phone. She seems cold and distant. There's something about Christmas trees, I've promised to get her (and some other person) a nice looking Christmas tree. I go to my car, the doors are open and there are spruce branches sticking out. I pull out the trees, and see that they are not as nice looking as I thought. Although very compact and a nice size, they are very uneven.

Dream:

I'm at work. C. is there and another person is present too. I think I forgot to clock in. I'm at the lunch room, but I leave without eating. I worry about getting hungry later, but go out into the store anyway. Another person is with me. She asks if I want to come look at the animals by the front entrance. I say 'yes!' and we go through the store towards the entrance. When we arrive I see two wooden boxes about 1x1 m in size. The sides are only about 15 cm high. The wooden boxes are a mix between boxes and a frying pan, and in the boxes are large frogs. Maybe 1-2 kg. in size. They are slowly frying - alive!! The heat is just warm enough for their skin to get toasted brown and crisp, but not warm enough to kill them. It's awful! Really horrible! They are obviously in great pain, trying to crawl out of the box/pan. I'm horrified! I wonder why the hell is this happening?? But I don't realize it's a dream...

WBTB

Dream:

I'm out geocaching with my friend J. One of my dogs are with me (M), she goes into a container sort of thing. There's a geocache in there, but the place is dirty and smelly. The smell is oily and rotten. Yuck. I go in, have to balance on the edge of a container, hoping I won't fall in. The cache is found and I head out. On my way J's nephew comes towards me (also balancing on the edge of the container), he wants to pass me and just barely manages to without falling in the black, yucky-smelling goo that's in the container. After this I find that we're at another location searching for a geocache. we're at a red house. It's small, maybe more like a cottage than a house. J. says she's been looking for the cache for a long time. I suddenly find it. It's deviously hidden - like a part of the building. It's located just under the edge of the roof, a wooden tube painted the same color as the building. I show it to J. We both agree it's very well made! After this we go to another location looking for a cache. This time it's also found on a building, except this is a weird small construction of sorts. It's white and seems made only to conceal a geocache, there's lots of "fake" hiding places and decoy caches. J. finds the real cache immediately though. And like before we both agree it's a fantastically creative geocache!

Dream:

I'm holding a gift in my hands. It's for H's dad. Suddenly I realize it's just a square plastic bag filled with water. What was I thinking wrapping up a lousy present like that?? I open it up again, wondering what to put in it to make it more worthy as a birthday gift. I go to one of my aquariums to find some nice aquatic plants to put in the bag, but all the plants are overgrown with algae. I discover a dead fish too! It's a Crossocheilus siamensis, and it's been partly eaten by other fish. Disgusting! After some stress about not finding anything nice I discover some beautiful cichlids swimming in the back. I catch 2 or 3 of them thinking they will be a nice present. They are very nice looking - red, blue and gold! I call for H. to come over with the plastic bag so I can put the fish in the water.

Fragment:

J. is with me in my house (her dog is with her?). I'm watering some plants on a table. I'm filling the pots up with water so that it almost spills over the edge. My dog (H) tries to drink from the flowerpots, but I stop her. J. says she wants me to drive her home. A thunderstorm is just starting in the distance.

Dream:

J.C and me were supposed to meet up and do something (kayaking?). But then she told me that she was supposed to meet someone else before me and two others afterwards, and she wondered if our meeting would take up a lot of time. I got a little offended that she would plan so much other stuff when we were supposed to meet. It all ended with a party at J.C's, her boyfriend was there. She had made some snack with a bowl full of strawberries. They never got eaten and at the end of the night they were dried up and wrinkly. We were drunk, J.C had to go lay down. I was looking for something in her cupboard. I finally found it and decided to go to bed. The bedroom was kind of old looking, and there was some eerie feeling in there. Something about an attack... Destiny ment for some other girl to have slept there that night, and if she did she would have been attacked and killed. But since things took a different turn, and I were the one who ended up sleeping there, that would not happen after all. I hoped... There was a window there with an old shabby curtain. I tried to pull it closed over the dark window, so the attacker (if he came) could not see me in there, but I could not cover the whole window. I turned off the lights.

Fragment:

H. had bought some expensive computer device. His cousin was there to help him set it up. I was a bit frustrated that he'd bought something he so obviously didn't need. Only because it was cool.

Fragment:

Something with trolls. I woke up, or had a FA, and thought "Aw, I was so close to a lucid, better try a DEILD". I didn't get lucid, but continued to dream a bit about trolls (or something similar).

Fragment:

Something about Barney from 'How I Met Your Mother'. And I was trying to blow air into an inflatable dog bed.

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Woke up at 11 pm, H. came and woke me up. Wrote down my dreams an hour later.