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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Another week that left me physically exhausted. Last weekend I didn't get lucid and since my encounter with that dark haired evil man I hadn't had any. I wanted to have a lucid naturally without any supplements before trying out my new 5-HTP and L-Theanine, and this morning I had one. Was a bit fuzzy and hard to stabilize but it was something alright. Also in all my dreams I was in another country, weird.

23.00: Sleep

08.00: Dream and frag
*I'm in Amsterdam with a few of my friends. We're at a coffee shop and I go up to the counter. I buy some weed in tiny bags, I also get some weird receipts which I throw away instantly. After hanging out at the cafe for a while, I hear something. "You need to register the weed, or you'll be in trouble" someone tells another guy. I realise that must have been what the receipt was for. 'Oh shit...' I get up and head upstairs to a table. I had left a few bags of weed there before.

"Hey, have you got my weed?" I ask the two people at the table. "Yeah, but a police officer just came by and was looking for you" the guy tells me and hands me three plastic bags. I take them and head downstairs again. I really need that receipt! I start typing out my story on a computer and turn it around for the girl behind the counter to read. She has no clue what it says. I look at the screen and it has changed. 'Wtf?' I tell her what's going on instead.

"Why didn't you save the receipts?" she asks me frustrated. Another Swedish guy shows up and I tell her all about how Swedes usually pretend to understand when infact they don't, only to not feel stupid or embarrassed. The Swedish guy tells her it's true.

*I'm in Italy or some similar country. I'm with a whole bunch of people and we're in a restaurant waiting for our food. It takes forever to get it. 'Better be worth the wait' When the food finally arrives, it's mashed potatoes with fish sticks... "Uhm, okay" I say and take a bite. The mashed potatoes taste very good. 'Last meal I'm having in this country is going to be so expensive.'

11.00: You stole my apple, I'm going to run you over! MILD
It's only three days left until I'm going home from this country. I feel like the week's passed by way too quickly. I enter a big container and starts cleaning it out. It looks just like the one from work and for some reason I feel like I will be awarded something great if I manage to get the floor completely clean. If the things in it is only on shelves. There's alot of plastic containers with oil in them. I find a paper advertising working on a whale oil ship. "It's great pay!" it says.

I find my black shirt hanging on the wall and take it down. 'Gotta get this back to the house.' I get out of the container and hear something to my left. It's a guy on a motorbike doing doughnuts in the snow. I walk down the road to the right and walk up to he first house that comes up. My family's living in there. I look down at my clothes before going in, I've got some expensive, stylish white pants on. I enter the house and leave the shirt in there. My sister's in the bathroom and I don't feel like staying so I leave again.

I head back towards the container which is now a house. I enter it and grab a small axe by the door. I listen if anyone's upstairs, I hear a small creak but nothing more. I figure it's empty and head out and lock the door again.

My brothers Martin and Morgan shows up when I realise I'm dreaming. "Hey" Martin says. I smile and put the axe away. 'What to do? God damnit, what were my tasks? Martin walks past me out on the lawn and stops by an apple tree. A single small apple is hanging from a branch. He grabs it and it grows in size for some reason. 'Oh right! Telekinesis.' I flick my hand and the apple zooms out of his hand and into mine. I break off a piece and chew it down while letting the rest of it circle around him, teasing him.

I realise the dream is not very vivid and starts stabilizing it. I touch a wooden stake next to me while singing. "Lalalala." I continue to touch things as Martin gets in a car. "You raise meeee uuuuuup!" I yell. "So I can staaaaaand on mountaaaaaains!" 'Singing to stabilize is great.' I try to walk forwards to check out his car, but after ten seconds or so I realise I haven't gone anywhere at all. It's just like I'm in a game that is lagging badly. I decide not to fight it and turn around instead.

Morgan is waiting for me with the dirtbike. I get on and take off. I grab him with telekinesis and make him speed along right next to me on the snow. We go down the street and I realise it's the same street our old house is on. "Let's switch places" I tell Morgan after a while. I keep the bike stable and jump off onto the snow, skating on it. Morgan takes my place and speeds up. I grab the back of the bike and look behind me. I can see a helmet in the distance.

"Martin's coming after us" I tell Morgan. A few seconds later a car appears, it's a F1 car. "Go up that hill to the right, no wait. Stop the bike" I tell Morgan and he does. I get off and stand still in the middle of the street.



He approaches me at an incredibly slow speed. He must be drunk or something because he drives past me and up onto the hill, getting stuck in the mud. I reach out with my hand and lift the car up into the air. I slam it into a house that's nearby. It sounds just like as if you were pounding on a hood. I slam it weakly into the house ten times or so, no damage is done to either the car or the house.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!