Lucid Lore ~ The Afterlife ~

Well it was not lucid in the slightest but my most Vivid dream to date! I could smell, Taste and see details!

I remember, Having a pink knife in my hand, The sharpest of the culinary knifes set.


Anyway, Continuing, I was in England, Kent, Dover. I used to go to school in this town, As well as being born there. But I had a broken school bag, And I could see police roaming the streets.. I had to put this knife somewhere, So I put it in my bag. But the knife once in the bag was piercing through the bags fabric into my stomach . I was wearing the broken bag in the front of me instead on my back. The pointy part of the knife broke through the fabric and proper digging into my body.. It hurt. Then all of a sudden...

This is Dover.


The people I disliked at secondary school, as well as being bullies towards me in years 8-9 were okay with me, Not friends just okay. We started hanging around with each other. We were roaming the town of Dover then a Police woman caught us and said she wanted to search us. (In real life I don't even look like a thug, So to search me was rather strange, I blame it on the people I was with whom looked like thugs.) She seen the knife in my bag and she got her note pad thing out and fined me. I remember arguing with her.

I'm not sure, But I believe we all ran away from her. We did get away. I remember going down this street in Dover. Busy main road but with shops on either side... I remember the police officer caught up with us, So we started running went through a shop and through the side doors in the shops that led to other shops.. That was rather strange. We went in one other shop and the Indian man was making chicken. It was just cooked, Hot with the hot steam rising from it.

The chicken was crispy, nicely cooked. Like you would see in adverts on television. He offers me some while the guys I was with ran out the back door. They were telling me to follow them. But this chicken was too good to refuse. The Indian native man ripped a bit of the breast of the chicken off and put it on a plate, Then I said I have to go, he said "No I give you chicken now" He took a bite out of the chicken breast.

All of a sudden the dream became too vivid and my eyes homed in on his mouth while biting a piece of chicken breast we was going to give me. His teeth were rotten and horrible. He said " You see? It taste good" Obviously the English language was not his strong point.

The Indian man one taken his bite of the chicken meant for me, Put it back on my plate, he slopped more chicken on my plate. I said politely "I'm not so hungry now, I must go" Sensing the Police officer was near to entering this room, I had to leave. He was not so happy and he put his body in front of the counter so I could not go to the back door.

As a result, my evil ruthless side came out and went into my bag and picked up the knife, And waved it in the man's face. It was kinda hilarious since it was pink.
He said " Okay I let you go now, Never come back"

I ran as fast as I could out the back door into the back and ran up the road that goes up a hill. It's much like San Francisco.

Police officer chased us, But we lose her by hiding on top of the grassy hill and behind bushes. Then a old friend from my school is suddenly in the group. We then speak to each other and ask each other were we want to go, I said "Folkstone Hills" We knew the police were going to be looking for us but we had to get to these hills. Everyone in the group says "Yeah! Good Idea George"

Problem is, My brain combined Dover town and Folkstone town into one town. These hills were at the other side of the town centre, It would be hard, Since the police station is in the centre of the town and if anyone has been to England, Everything is compacted and busy.

I don't remember going in the town, But I remember arriving at the hills. It was beautiful so much life, then the dream after a while ended.

Folkstone Hills


Thoughts on why I had this dream.

Police Officer - Reading news articles about the police recently.
Dover and Folkstone - It's associated with my old school.
Pink Knife - I have a purple knife in real life.
Friends with old bullies - Maybe my subconscious believes there is unfinished business.
Indian Man in shop - Common thing in the UK to see such things.
Chicken - My mum keeps making roast dinners and I loath them.

Final thoughts and opinion: I think it was a learning process for me. I enjoyed the vividness of it. I give this dream 7/10