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Yesterday I went to sleep like 3.30 I think and programmed an alarm for like 7.30. I wanted to try a theory, when I woke up I was already dreaming, but I can't remember much, It was all kinda foggy and in sepia colors. I remember seeing my grandpa doing exercises. I woke up and kept sleeping. Late in the morning I woke up naturally several times, but I can't remember those dreams, only the last one. I was with a bunch of friends (and not so friends) from my school, I haven't seen most of them in a year or maybe more. This was a dream sign, but I didn't catch it. I remember someone was cooking. A LOT, I mean there was maybe 15 or 20 different dishes,all different. Then I felt something in my throat and couldn't swallow, I start coughing and then woke up. I was sleeping on my belly and had a lot of saliva in my pillow... Too bad I can't LD lately

In waking life I asked to my father why always Ringo was the most underestimated musician in the band (I know the answer) and like 5 hours later I went to sleep, that night I dreamed that I was in a small wooden cottage and Paul was listening to music and Lennon was playing guitar right next to him. I go over there and Lennon says hi to me, I salute to paul and lennon and we start talking about something, then paul started rolling a joint and a black bassist player with afro hairstyle appears... they start jamming and I tell them that I have a recurrent dream with them. This is false btw but in the dream I had that feeling that I've been there before... maybe i can't remember them.
After this I think I lost every lucidity I had. I remember someone got out of this little house and everything got mad and random, I saw everything in 3rd person and also in 2D. I saw an old woman in the snow and the entry to the cottage got blocked by a wall of ice, but Iron man destroyed the wall.. everything is just confusing now. I appear somewhere else, some kind of dungeon, in a big hall made of stones and there is someone who calls me Dylan (not my name, but then I remembered Stan from American Dad) I woke up happy about the dream involving the Beatles, but don't like the rest of the dream. Maybe I can't remember some parts. First I was telling Paul, Lennon and this big black bass player that i've been dreaming lately about them and suddenly I remember that lady coming out of the house... something is missing, maybe a LD...