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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a pretty long and weird dream last night. No lucidity though.

22.00: Sleep

05.30: Dad's pissed
I'm with my dad in his old car. We're on our way to work like usual when a car suddenly appears in the lane next to us, going against the traffic. "What the fuck is he doing?!" my dad yells. The car passes us with everyone honking. My dad decides to turn our car around and teach that guy a lesson. He makes a U-turn and goes after him. After a while the other car goes on an exit that takes him back to the proper road again. My dad doesn't feel like doing that, he waits for the right moment and then pulls the handbrake. The tires screech as we spin around and then go again. Atleast two other cars starts swaying and almost goes off the road.

"See what he does to the traffic?! He's going to get it" my dad says and goes after the car again. We take off on an exit and heads into a neighbourhood with some nice villas in it. "Prepare yourself" he tells me. "For what? I can't fight for shit with these wrists" I say. "Well, atleast look dangerous and be prepared to scare him then." The other car stops and the guy gets out and heads into a few ruins. We get out and follow him. We pass under three buildings that must be home to homeless people, clothes are everywhere and there's trash all around.

At a corner we catch the man. "You guys are pretty persistant" he says with a growl. He's around fifty with a jeans jacket on. I start punching him all over and he falls to the floor. All of a sudden my dad is gone, but my friend Eric is there instead. "He's got two types of cancer" he tells me. I can clearly see that he does. "Oh, he's in stage two cancer mode" I say as the man pee's his pants. I get some pee on my hand and decide to go wash it off. "I've followed you on twitter" he tells my friend Eric who's a pro gamer.

"I'm your biggest fan!" he says with a laugh. "Oh shit" Eric says. I wash the pee off in a sink when the bum does something disgusting, can't recall what it was. We both go: "Eeew!" and I puke a bit.

05.30: Fragment
*I'm up on a very big mountain, like Mt Everest or something. There's a big cabin up there with people trying to survive. I want to go down though, but my friend tells me I can't because I've got a snowboard. "You'll get stuck in the roots" he says. I get a picture in my head of a guy hanging on a cliff in his parachute. He must have gotten stuck there then froze to death.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I'm going to note down each time I wake up from now. I'm pretty sure I wake up after almost all my dream cycles. Becoming conscious and then remembering it that is.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!