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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Didn't care to recall much this morning, had a weird, short lucid though.

03.00: Sleep

11.30: Dizzy MILD
I'm with my friend Felix in a school. We go to the gym area and I see toilet booths everywhere. Felix starts doing his thing on a machine while I go to the tap and hold my hands over it to warm them up. Felix seems to be having problems lifting his weights, and a female instructor walks over to him and helps him out. After a while he comes up to me. "Damn that was hard man, had to pick the pink weights."

We head out of the place. My friend Eric shows up when we step into an elevator. For some reason I feel like RC'ing and I count my fingers. I count six. I feel very dizzy though and reason that it might be because of that. I count them again, still six. Once again I count and this time I count five. I look in the mirror, I look dead tired, like I'm sick.

"Matte, don't you go do something stupid, thinking you're dreaming now ok?" Eric tells me. "But dude, I'm counting six fingers all the time" I say and step out of the elevator. I close my eyes and recount them, using touch only. Seven.

"Okay I'm dreaming dude" I tell Eric. We're now in a big hall full of people. I see a very old man walking with a cane. I raise my hand towards him and lift him up using telekinesis. "How do you explain that otherwise?" I ask Eric. "Uhm, well that's uh..." He clearly has no rational explanation for it. All of a sudden people start fighting me, only I'm in 3rd person mode. I watch myself kicking ass for a minute or so.

11.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!