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5-6.30am
Medium LD "Bicycle Thief"
The dream starts with several false awakenings. In one, I am in a bed in the spare room across the hall from my parents' bedroom. Mum gets up to use the bathroom. I am lying in bed thinking about it being November, and therefore national novel writing month (NaNoWriMo). Ideas for stories float through my head.

Then I am at the side of a road. A guy driving an SUV pulls over to the side of the road, skids to a halt. He jumps out and checks on two young blonde-haired boys in the back of the car. They seem fine, he seems panicked.

The dream skips. I am interviewing a book character about an incident. There will need to be a death, a reason for the interview. The character is talking about an entropy/chaos magician who manipulates probability. "Don't bet against him." The character advises me.

Dream skips again. I am a teenager, back in secondary school. The school has an identical layout to the one I went to. Most of the students seem to be looking at board games. One kid has an emblem drawn on his forehead. It looks like a magical glyph rather than what you might expect a bunch of teenagers to draw/write on someone's head...

While walking around, I am much shorter than the other students. Other students mock me, but I am only pretending to be a dwarf by walking on my knees. It is to strengthen my legs so that I can run faster? There is an important race in a few days, and they won't be laughing when I win it.

We get outside, near the bicycle sheds. A DC runs up and tells me they just saw 'Angel' wheeling my bicycle away. They make a joke about a 'Fallen Angel.' Giving up on strengthening my legs, I stand and run to the wall, jumping down onto grass. Angel is walking towards the gate. I am surprised to see the figure is a woman wearing a long white dress. She runs and leaps up a set of stone ledges.

I begin to chase Angel. It's like running in treacle. A classic dream sign for me. Despite becoming lucid, my focus remains on catching the bicycle thief. I run parallel to the woman and leap up onto the highest ledge in one bound. She is surprised by how fast I managed to move. I grab her and throw us both off the ledge, trusting in my innate lucid invulnerability. While falling though, our eyes meet. She has blue eyes, wide in shock and fear. There is no hate or malice here.

I no longer wish her harm, but it's too late, all I can do is shield the back of her head with my hand at the same moment we hit the floor. Angel is not injured though. She is already apologising and crying. Someone told her to steal my bike? It is locked in another shed?
"Just gimme the keys."
After getting the keys I let her stand up and she runs quickly away, looking scared.

Behind the first shed is another. Both are made of corrugated iron. Rusted but still sturdy. The keys unlock it and my bicycle is inside, covered in chains. Then I turn and see a young Philip Glenister ~18 yrs old, striding towards me. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Fists clenched. Ready to fight.

He is taller and stronger than me, but I'm lucid. I start throwing punches and hit him multiple times in the face and chest. He seems to be getting weaker. Then a right hook comes out of nowhere and hits the side of my head. I stumble back and while still dazed, his left fist strikes out and hits my nose. Next thing I know I'm on the ground. The world is spinning.

The dream destabilises and reforms. I am lying in a chair. The room around me is empty. My entire body aches as I stand up. The bike shed keys are still in my back pocket, which is a relief. He didn't steal my bicycle.

In the next room are people from our class, although none of them are familiar to me. One girl, false memory says her name is Becky, runs up and hugs me. Ow. I do not return the hug, but do not try to break free either. Moving hurts. Among the classmates is Philip Glenister again. Surprisingly, he apologises and suggests we go find my bike.

We head outside down a path lined with grass. It leads between the school buildings. Becky walks with us. Phil makes a comment about her having thick, manly arms.

7.20-7.40am
Short LD "Flowerpot Phone"
There's been a mixup with the hotel booking. AB and my sister are sharing a room, and I have a separate room downstairs with someone else. We are upstairs in their room discussing it. This room has 6 beds. Why don't I just sleep here? They volunteer me to go speak to the manager and sort it out.

The door to the room actually leads out into the street. Now TR is walking with me. Someone drops a phone on the floor - except it is a plastic flowerpot dish. I become lucid and pick it up. Without much effort I turn the flowerpot into a phone and try to call someone. The speaker activates.
"What is the bar code?" The vioce demands.
"Uh... where would I find that information... oh forget it."
I see a set of steps and start to head up them, but a sudden need to cough breaks sleep paralysis and wakes me up.