DaTechnoKing

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

As I woke up inside my dream, I couldn't help but realize that I was in 1940's Chicago, in an uptown apartment. I was wearing a zoot suit and fedora with a large feather stuck in the band around the hat. I looked pretty sharp and like I was an important person. I headed out of my apartment and some sort of strange narration was playing over the top of my actions, kind of like I was in a movie. But it wasn't my voice, it was the voice of the main character from Prototype, which was odd, because I certainly didn't feel any connection to him. As I left my building of apartments, I walked through a crime scene, where somebody had been shot on the stairs, the leftover body chalk and coagulated blood on all parts of the stairs. I don't remember the altercation, as it probably happened before my dream started, but I do remember I needed to get to the crime lab right away. So I grabbed a taxi and went outside of town to a little building outside of Woodstock, an hour and a half away. When I got to the crime lab, a very good associate of mine was trying to leave in her car. I got into the car and started making romantic small talk. I became lucid at once when a punk rocker got out of a car next to me that had no seats, but beanbags and pillows. I decided I was going to have a little fun, so I handed my associate a posted that had a troll face and the date 2010 on it, and was a list of locations or something. She looked at me very confused, "What is this? A joke?" I shook my head, "I'm from the future." She looked really shocked and attempted to pull away from the building, backing us over a curb. She panicked and started breathing heavy, then tried to snuggle into me and calm herself down as she took this fact in. Then our boss walked past the car and I woke up.