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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Didn't get lucid last night even though I tried. A fluke!

23.30: Sleep

05.30: Fragments
*I'm talking to my friend Jesper about Dream Views. "I haven't done my post count this week" he tells me. "I've started slacking".

*Tyrion Lannister from the series "A song of ice and fire" is apparently the prodigal son, not his brother Jaime. People refuse to believe this is true, that a dwarf is the son the prophecies are talking about. There's a big battle and the only survivor is Tyrion and his horse. He gets up on his horse and starts walking. The closest city is hundred of miles away, but the horse lets him eat from its flesh. He eats from its neck and legs. A loyal horse.

05.30: Bathing and fishing
I'm at work with my youngest brother Morgan. There's a water pump, circulating the water at the dock and my brother jumps in. "It's warm!" he exclaims and swims around. Apparently not all spots are warm as he starts shivering. I drag him out of the water. A huge wave is coming in. I lift him up one more level and jump up myself just in time for the wave to crash into the dock. "That was close, what a huge wave" I say and walk up to the tool shed close by. There are strange notes hanging on the wall, with numbers for different waves. I see slash112's note, a wave with a 2.5 marking on it. I grab a note and scribble down some stuff and hang it up.

We leave the tool shed and walk along the shore. Two people are fishing up ahead amongst the reeds. One of them is Monica. I watch for a while, they seem to be fly fishing. Behind me there's a very old red house. I spot a huge black and limegreen spider. It backs away a bit and I just have to take a picture of it. I'm about to ask Monica for her cellphone. The other guy fishing gets a bite and pulls up a big pike. My cellphone starts ringing, and mosquitoes starts biting me. I pick up and an older guy is on the other side. He starts giving me advice on what kind of flies I should use for fly fishing.

05.30: WBTB 10 minutes

11.00: Playing Counter Strike and pooping
I'm at a LAN party, watching two teams playing Counter Strike: Source. They suck. They are playing an aim-map. After a while one of the guys has to pee and tells me to take over. I can feel my pulse quicken, this is going to be fun. His keyboard is in a weird angle though, and his sensitivity is so low. I try to correct it after dying but ends up typing in "Server" something. After a while I get it right and starts shooting people with AWP.

The dream skips. I'm now playing with my friend Eric. I tell him how messed up the previous game was. The gravity rules were totally off and I can really feel a difference now when I'm playing on a proper server. I have an Mp5 and I stalk around in corridors. I arrive at an intersection and I kill a few people with my awp (apparently had one).

The dream skips. Me and a few friends are going somewhere. I have to take a shit first though, and I sit down. I'm constipated like never before and I try to squeeze the bugger out for atleast ten minutes. After almost popping a blood vessel, one of my friends enters the room. "Here, you will drink this" he tells me and hands me a cup of coffee. "Get out" I say and start drinking. "I also want your mom's number". "Get the fuck out, I'm trying to take a shit!" I tell him and gulp down the coffee.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: 100 mg B6, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! Sucky I didn't get Lucid. Also kinda boring that I wasn't able to recall more. I also have a fragment of me getting lucid in a weird way... not sure exactly what it was about but I didn't fully grasp I was lucid. Oh well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!