non-lucid

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I had just been sent to a prison for having "committed a crime", or so the authorities said. The building was large and didn't look at all like an actual prison, but it was more high-tech with smooth white walls and high ceilings. I started off in my cell, which was square-shaped and probably only around six by six feet. The walls were plain and smooth, with one having a small square mirror with a metal frame on it. There was a small black framework, only a few feet long, in the back of the room and across the top of the rectangular frame was mesh: a bed. There was a small rectangular entrance way on the back wall, next to the bed, and I went through it. There was a tiny bathroom, with just a white toilet and basic white sink, and on the wall was a mirror; it's rather hard to explain but it allowed people passing by (guards, most likely) to see inside while I was in the washroom.

I left the well-lit bathroom and went through the cell, opening the glass door and emerging into the hallway. The hallway had high ceilings and was very spacious; it was very long and went for at least two hundred feet down either way. There were a few cells next to mine, I saw, and taking up the rest of the building were white cubicles with business desks. People were sitting in them, neatly arranged, picking up phones. I saw three prisoners in very pale blue prisoner clothing walk by, talking amongst themselves.

After looking around for a few moments, I walked down the building, towards a set of large double doors that were in an entrance way like you'd find at a Wal-Mart. You know, that buffer zone where you first enter when you walk inside the building, then there's another set of doors to the actual store area itself? That's what it was like. I got to the end and pushed open the first set of doors, and then walked right out of the building. I saw another prisoner, in the same pale blue clothing, walk past me. No one stopped me as I left.

I considered the fact that I might have been dreaming, but wasn't aware enough to act on it.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was standing in an Italian-style alley. There were a few nondescript people walking down it.

Overhead, ten feet above my head, was a thick stucco bridge that joined the second floors of the two sides together. I looked up at the bridge, then down the alleyway, and saw a train coming at me. It was a red one, fairly boxy. However, it wasn't coming at me head-on; it was perpendicular to me, facing the wall. Because of this, there were only two cars that would fit in the alley. It started to accelerate towards me and I ran at it, punching the train a bit closer to the right-hand side. The metal sheared and broke where I impacted it, and the two sides of the train flew past me.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in English class with ten or eleven other students. The classroom was a fat rectangle shape, with off-white walls and solid light cream flooring that was slightly shiny. At the front of the room, in front of one of the shorter walls, was our teacher. In front of him, our desks were arranged in rows like in a normal classroom, but these desks were longer with a light wooden surface, and they could seat three people each instead of just one. I was sitting in the second or third desk from the front, on the left side of the classroom. The teacher (he was my real English teacher this year) held up a thin stack of essays. Our essays were marked, and he would be handing them back.

He called out some names, which I can't remember, and handed out two papers before coming to me. He put it upside-down on the desk and looked solemnly at me. My essay was three or four pages long; when I peeled it off the desk and looked at my mark, I was immediately upset. Up on the top right hand corner, my mark read 7/25 in dark red pen. I put my paper down and looked around the room; people were smiling and talking to each other about their marks.

When I turned around to face the teacher, he had all the essays again, and mine was gone off my desk. He held up the papers again, in front of himself this time with both hands, and mine was on the front with the same mark in the corner. I slunk down into my chair a bit, embarrassed.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It was later in the day, but still light outside. I was in the grassy area of a large park. In the distance I could see small, light grey bike paths. There were trees everywhere, be it evergreens, maples, or whatever, which blocked out some of the light from the sky. I was at a basic picnic table made of wood, and my sister was sitting beside me. There were a few other picnic tables around us, but no one was sitting at them. I decided to get up and look around for precious stones; apparently there were lots of them at this park.

I was a decent distance away from the group of tables when I found a beautiful stone. It was shaped like an egg, except slightly flattened, and it was a light, pale pink color. Around it was some form of polished grey rock, shaped like the outside blades of a beyblade spinning top, except the blades were slightly duller, not as sharp. There were deep grooves in the rock, shaped like broken lines. Because of this, it looked like something ancient. "Should I keep it?" I asked myself, and picked it up. The whole thing, including the stone around it, must have been at least eight inches across and five deep, and must have weighed only two or three pounds.

The dream ended.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream began with me walking towards a gas station. It was on a long strip of highway, with a few shorter, run-down city commercial buildings, like pawn shops and such. A few generic cars passed by. It was early in the morning, and I somehow knew I was on my way to school. But I was stopping at this gas station for breakfast.

Outside, it looked like an average gas station, with a parking lot and a pump; then there was the convenience store a bit further back into the property. I walked inside, and noticed that part of the building was a generic gas station interior with snacks and other groceries, and part of the building was a Subway restaurant. Where the Subway restaurant was, there was just an empty space with tiled flooring and restaurant tables. I stayed in the main gas station part. There was a counter with coffee pots, and different bags of bread. I was looking to make an Egg McMuffin, which someone could apparently do at this place. There were at least four different bread bags and I started looking through them to see which one had English muffins. Three of the bags had plain bagels, but the third had two English muffins left in it. The one I took out looked normal, but it had a slight tear in it, as if someone had ripped it. I didn't care.

I turned around and walked to the other side of the store, where there was something that looked like a doughnut shelf from Tim Horton's. There was back bacon and pre-shaped cylindrical eggs in them. I took one of each and put the sandwich together.

I exited the building, not paying.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was on the side of a moderately inclined mountain, the same steepness of a Hawaiian volcano. It was rather large.

It was covered by small rocks about the size of quarters and toonies, and they were black and irregularly shaped like black granite rocks in a garden. I was standing on the mountain with a few other unidentifiable people.

There was patches of fire coming out from in between the rocks, and we were swiping more rocks over top of the fire to put it out. I did this for a few of the patches, but then I saw the fire was just coming through the rocks again. The fire was very realistic, even if there wasn't that much of it.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I didn't remember this dream until a few minutes after I woke up, but when I did, I burst out laughing. "Hey, was I punching the drywall of my house...? Oh, right!" I didn't count this dream as a lucid, because while I did do some lucid dream-y things in it, I was so unaware that I can't confirm if I actually was aware on a very low level, or if the "lucidity" was just part of the dream plot.

I was in my house's living room. The lighting in the room was a bit darker than normal, but everything was still visible. The flooring was light hardwood, and the walls were beige. The entrance to the room was in the corner, and it was a simple square-shaped arc. A few feet away from the entrance, there was a large television unit on a wooden entertainment center that was up against the wall. I also saw two rectangular speakers, one on either side of the entertainment center.

There was one black leather couch in the middle of the room, in front of the television. Underneath it, there was a really fluffy burgundy rug. I was in the room and, although I didn't have much lucidity, I used the turn-around technique to summon Edward Norton, my favorite actor. I suppose he's my current celebrity/actor crush.

I summoned him and he looked a bit different, but I didn't care because I heard someone heading towards the room we were in. I wasn't lucid enough to think, 'whatever, this is a dream so I don't need to react to their arrival', but I felt like I needed to hide Edward Norton somewhere. I looked at the wall on my left, then at Edward Norton. and then I dug my nails into the wall, pulling out a piece of it. It was like thick cardboard, so it wasn't too difficult to remove. Inside the wall it was empty, but a foot or so beyond that, there was another layer of wall, probably from the room next to us. I peeped my head in through the hole and looked around; this wasn't a big enough "room" for Edward Norton to hide.

I needed something bigger.

I walked out of the living room; there was a hallway with really ugly pale yellow bathroom tiles as the flooring, and a few feet down there was only one room we could go to. I turned to the right and entered a kitchen, with the same nasty tiles. There was a basic white refrigerator and a stove on the right of it, all inside a countertop like a normal kitchen. On the left of the fridge was a cabinet, but there was no counter in between. And there was two or three feet of space, so I thought there might be a room behind there. I stepped back and ran at the wall, smashing my foot into it and causing the drywall to snap realistically. It was way stronger than cardboard now, but it still fell.

On the other side of the wall, there was a room ten feet deep by twenty feet wide. The floor was pale blue beveled square tiles, and the walls were pale dark blue. The room wasn't that well lit, but I could see a long dark wooden desk on the wall opposite of the hole we both went through. It had a large television on it, a bit thicker than a normal flatscreen, that looked like an iPad. There was a computer to the right of it; it was one of the thicker, older monitors, black with a black keyboard.

I was very vaguely aware that this was a dream, so I "expected" the computer to turn on when I pushed a round button in the center of the monitor. Instead of the computer, though, the large television turned on. On the television screen was a game selection screen. But instead of video games, there were links like "chemistry course" or "biology 101", and you could select them by pressing the up or down arrows on the computer monitor. "Choose the chemistry one," Edward Norton told me, and I obeyed. The television shut off.

"There must be a power shortage," he said when the screen went black, although the dim lights in the room were still on. I exited the room and forgot all about Norton, and then when I was back in the kitchen, I tried to summon him again. I turned around, expecting him to be there, and my dad walked up to me.

"Hey," he said.

Ugh...Great. "Can you please leave?" I asked him, "I'm trying to summon Edward Norton and you're appearing instead!" I had forgotten I'd already summoned him.

My dad made a funny frowny face and I laughed, even though I was trying to be serious. "Dad, seriously. Go." I became visibly more serious, and when I told him a third time, he walked away. The dream ended.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Yesterday in a DVA class, we were talking about rainforests and parrots. Obviously that's where the content of this dream came from.

I was in a rainforest. It was well-lit, as well as the vegetation being much more spaced out than a regular rainforest. It was very spacious and there was tons of space to fly and swing from trees, vines, and whatever else one could think of. This rainforest had massive trees; most of them were tilted to the side at around a thirty degree angle from the ground, and the bark was very textured, allowing for easy grip. There was a small clearing, the same lighting as the rest of the forest, and I was crouched on a tree that slanted away from the clearing.

I was a parrot. Also in the clearing was a brown, black and white monkey, a smaller-than-normal tiger, and some sort of blue bird; they were sitting or standing on the ground or trees. We were talking because we needed to leave the forest, and immediately. There was some sort of coming danger to us.

"I know a good place to go," the monkey said. It was a realistic-looking monkey, not one of the cartoony ones, and it had very human-like eyes. It looked at me as if awaiting a response.

"I'll lead," I said, even though the monkey hadn't told me where we'd be going.

The atmosphere got slightly darker, as if a screen of black had been overlaid on the forest, and I was now by myself. I was also in a large clearing; while the forest was around me, there was a flat area with light brown dirt, and this was where I was sitting. I was holding a device to fly with; it wasn't finished though. It consisted of a straight hollow yellow tube, about the thickness of a pencil, and the length of an arm. Two of the same tube curved out from the end of the first tube, touching the other end. Coming out from the middle of each of the two tubes was a thick wing-shaped piece of tin foil. It was an airplane.

The dream skipped once again and I was now on the edge of a cliff. The cliff wasn't a steep or sharp drop, but more like the side of a cliff that had been eroded and was now full of rock pieces and chunks sticking out. On top of the cliff, and along larger pieces of rock, was grass and a small village. I was on the utmost top part of the cliff, looking down. There were trees hiding the opposite side of it, but behind them I could see a beautiful lavender, blue, orange, purple, and yellow sunset that looked like a watercolor piece. "What a beautiful sunset!" I said out loud.

This is where the plane I made changed; it was now twice as big as before. I held onto the two curved tubes and it began to float upwards a bit. I dangled from it and then started to kick with my legs, causing it to move in the direction I wanted. I veered down the cliff and onto one of the patches of grass. There was a nice white fence with a few cows closed in it, and there were houses and small busk stops. There was a larger tent with a person selling spicy food. "Want some?" she asked me as I walked up to where she was.

There was a barbeque in front of her; it was one of those half-circle ones with the flat grill on top. There were tiny, smooth pieces of fish on top, and they even had pale grill marks on them. I picked one up, right off the grill, and dropped it on the ground. "Thanks" I said, and walked away.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This was my first dream with a DV member in it.

I was in a hotel room. This hotel had high ceilings, at least five or six feet higher than an average ceiling. The room I was in consisted of a flat dark maroon carpet, and beige walls. The door that connected the room to the hallway was centered in the wall, not to the side. On the opposite side of the room were two tall, skinny windows that each had a brown wooden border around them. On either side of the two windows were a bed, and both beds had red duvets and a brown frame, which looked a little old-fashioned. The headboards weren't solid, but instead they were an arc with round carved columns below it.

There was a mother, a father, and a young girl (probably around the age of three) in the mother's lap. They were in between the two beds, leaning up against them. They were asleep, and then I turned around to see Loaf behind me. He was wearing a pale red sweater (yes, more red), and acting as if it were cold in the room, placing his hands in his jean pockets. All I did was say, "hey," and then left the room. I did this by turning to the right, and, on the wall adjacent to the main door, was a hallway. This darkly-lit hallway was short, only a few feet long, but it led to another room. I walked through and entered the new room; it was half the size of the one I'd left, and only had one bed with the same red duvet.

I looked at the bed for a while and then heard someone walking towards me. I spun around to see my sister in a bath towel; apparently she was completely surprised that I was in the room. "Sorry!" I exclaimed, and the dream skipped to a new setting.

I was in my basement. My basement, in the dream, consisted of a light gray Berber carpet and was pretty large. There was an entertainment center but I paid little attention to it, because I was sitting on a swivel chair, at a computer desk, and looking at the computer screen. It was solid blue at first, the backlight making it appear brighter, and then my account popped up on the screen. There was a folder opened up, windows-style because that was my operating system, and the files were listed alphabetically in the same typefont and size they'd be in real life. I saw that there were a few of my own files, but most of them were titled something like the following:

47_best_buy_0098

I distinctly recall seeing the phrase "Best Buy" in the file names, as well as other real companies, but I can't remember those. I deleted the files and then closed the folder. When I got the feeling that they weren't completely deleted, I opened it up again with a single click of the mouse in the middle of the screen. There was now a sidebar on the right-hand side, along with all the files I'd just deleted, back in the folder. On the sidebar, there was a screened-out folder icon and a file name centered below it. Underneath that, it read something like "do you wish to permanently delete this file?"

I clicked "yes", because that was the only option.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I remember being in a darkly-lit toy store, arranged like the electronics section in a Toy's R Us store. There were tall, thin dark gray shelves with hooks, from which hung trading cards, backpacks, and other paraphernalia. I remember opening a pack of pokemon cards and reading the actual names of pokemon, but while the artwork on the cards were accurate, I've never seen that artwork before in real life. Unfortunately this is all I can remember.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
No, I wasn't lucid at all during this dream, even though it may have seemed like it. I did a rather epic facepalm when I woke up. Not to mention a Lamborghini appeared again, and I just had a dream about one a few days ago.

I was outside. It was the middle of the day so the sky was blue, and there were a few clouds here and there. This particular setting was rather difficult to describe, because it was a mixture of both city and natural elements, but it looked like I was on a very wide high-traffic bridge, above a huge body of water. Under the bridge was an island with tall city buildings.

"Okay dad," I said, turning to my father who was on the side of the bridge. He was looking over the edge and staring at the island not forty feet below, sprawled out under the bridge. He looked at me and said, "so how do you control your dreams?" I thought that this was a difficult question to answer, so I decided to just show him. I told him, "look over the edge of the bridge again".

He obeyed, and I did the same. Then I turned around and saw a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. It was sitting in one of the middle lanes; cars were moving into each others' lanes to get past it, driving at highway speeds, definitely more than sixty or seventy. The Lamborghini was electric yellow in colour and very shiny.

As we walked towards the car to get inside, it seamlessly changed. The sides of the car shrunk down so they were only a few inches high, curved along the edges, and the top was now gone. Only the bottom of the car remained, along with the wheels and the front part. I got in but although my dad didn't, I started to instruct him on how to control the car (I forget exactly what I said). The car started to drive forward, then, like pulling a joystick, I pulled the wheel back. The car lifted a few inches off the ground, floating.

The bridge, which was originally flat, now had a point where it would start to decline, like a ramp. I pulled harder on the wheel, and the car took off entirely. Some time during the flight, the car changed to a bullet-shaped helicopter; I was in the front part, which was the front of the bullet. The back of the helicopter was flat. The entire vehicle was black and had a large 180 degree window around where I was sitting.

I ignored the fact that my dad wasn't on the helicopter, and kept instructing things to the empty seat beside me. This continued on for a few minutes and, a couple moments after we started to have only water below us, I woke up.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I had just woken up for the morning and it was pretty early; I'm guessing it was the time that people get up for school or work. I was walking towards a table in the middle of a kitchen, where my father and sister were sitting.

The table was a circular, dark brown wooden one, not that polished, with a few slight imperfections. The chairs were cheap metal ones with the soft plastic seats and backs. The rest of the kitchen was pretty tight; it was almost like your basic kitchen with plain walls and stuff. The space was shaped like a fat rectangle, and on three walls were counters and wall cabinets. The table was positioned in the middle of the room, with barely any room to move the chairs because it was so packed in.

Light was pouring through a large window at the end of the room, on one of the two shorter walls.

I walked towards the table and sat down. Apparently in the dream, every time I woke up in the morning, I'd look like a different person.

Today, my sister said, "hey, good morning Zac Efron."

I looked at myself. I was wearing men's pants and a baggy, dark pale blue shirt. I looked in a fairly large plain mirror that magically appeared on the table, and my suspicions were confirmed. Great, I thought, disappointed by what I saw. "I was hoping for someone a bit more attractive," I said, half exasperated and half humorously.

My dad laughed.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This was a scary-accurate dream.

I was walking in the living room of my grandpa's house, which is out in British Columbia. The room was around twenty by twenty feet, making it pretty open, and the lighting was a bit darker than normal. The ceilings were high and the walls were beige with wood panelings on one wall. The floor was softer dark tan carpet.

Against one wall was a tan sofa that would seat three people, and on the adjacent wall there was another one, which would probably seat four people. My father was sitting on this sofa, and had asked me if I had any movies to watch. I'd picked up the movie Zodiac from somewhere and I was walking towards him. I had recently bought it from a store for $6.99 (previously viewed), and this price was labeled on it with a yellow circle sticker. In the dream, the sticker was on it, in the same place. And the cover looked the same, too.

I remember reading "Mark Ruffalo," "Jake Gyllenhaal", and "Robert Downy Jr." in the same order that was on the real case. I gave it to my father and acknowledged the condition of the case, saying, "yeah, it's previously viewed, but the disc is in perfect condition".

He asked if it was a good movie and I replied, "it has a 89 on Rotten Tomatoes."

I never produce the exact same numbers in my dreams as real life, so this tipped me off when I woke up. Look here for the current Zodiac rating.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Ugh... This was terrible. Usually when I wake up from a nightmare, I just need to do a nose-pinch reality check to know I'm no longer dreaming and relax. But when I woke up from this one, even though I knew I wasn't dreaming, I just couldn't relax and get my heart rate down from the physical effects of the dream.

I was in a well-lit swim apparel store, minding my own business, looking around at different items. The store was the size of an average kid's bedroom, and had flat, bamboo-like walls and light hardwood flooring. There were racks of different swimsuits and other accessories, and on the wall were suits as well. I was looking up at a grey and blue wetsuit on the wall, a few feet higher than I was tall. I jumped up in a rather slow fashion and got high enough to reach the hook; I floated up there for a few moments as I teased the hook away from the others, then fell back down, landing on my feet.

I turned around and, without paying, left the store. The door was made of the same type of hardwood as the floor, but a bit darker; when I opened it, I walked into the basement of my house I'm currently living in. It was almost pitch-black, but I could still see the shapes of furniture in the gloom. I turned to the left and saw a door open; the room it led to was casting a pale orange light into the dark basement room, lighting me up. I looked around and nothing was illuminated except for me.

I turned around and looked at the door again. Standing there in the entranceway, not moving, was a red fox, a bit smaller than fully grown. It was probably around two feet long and only half a foot high, and had a slightly browner coloration than a normal red fox would have. It looked at me in that instant with an almost menacing glare. I started to walk towards it and as I did, I said, "shoo". "Go away". Lines like that.

Then it bared its teeth and leapt at my left hand, snarling in a frightening, high-pitched sort of way, and started to bite it. I felt pins and needles, numbness, and a bit of pain. I tried to forcefully shake it off, but as I did, I could feel my hand starting to fall off with it. The fox vanished and without looking at my hand, I noticed a small gray kitten sitting in the darkness, now slightly lit up with white light. It snarled and hissed, and leapt at my hand again, tearing it up more.

I woke up.

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Every once in a while, I experience dreams that create intense deja vu sensations, which is pretty intriguing to me. This dream is an example of that.

I had just walked into a public restroom. It was the kind you'd find at a McDonald's restaurant or a gas station; the cubicles were light, pale blue, and the sinks were white. As for the lighting, it was a bit dimmer than one would normally see in a public restroom, but it wasn't too noticeable and certainly wasn't an issue. The room itself was shaped like a rectangle; the entrance was along one of the longer walls, over to the right. Right when you'd walk in, there were four or five stalls in the light blue color in front of you, a few feet back against the other long wall. To the left, walk down the stalls and past them; you'd get to the sinks. They looked normal.

I needed to go in a certain stall and get something I'd hidden there earlier. I entered the stall furthest to the right, against the corner of the room. For some reason, although I wasn't lucid, when I opened the door I expected a mirror to be on the back wall. The stall itself was fully closed, and there weren't any spaces underneath the dividers or door; finally, it was a bit narrower than a real cubicle but still spacious.

I closed the door, sliding over a basic metal lock that was fairly rusty, and turned around to face the mirror. I can't remember exactly what I looked like, but I do know I looked fairly normal: blue eyes, brown hair, normal clothing (I can't recall what I was wearing, either). My hair was a bit messy, with some flyaways and stuff, but that was the extent of it. I looked into the mirror for a few instances, drew back, and then smashed it with my fist. Since I've used invulnerability so much in my lucids, I think it carried over into my normal dreams, and this one was no exception. I felt no pain, and saw no blood as my hand practically blasted into the mirror and into the concrete wall. The mirror shattered into larger-sized pieces and fell as one whole object onto the toilet. Behind it was a section that was punched-in because of me, and there was a small hole inside that area. I pulled a tightly-folded square piece of yellow paper out.

The dream skipped and I was now in a mall-like setting: light-colored floor tiles, high ceilings, a few leather chairs in the aisle for people to sit down in. I was at the end of one wing of the mall, in a small Starbucks-like store right next to a major department store that was similar to Sears. It looked almost exactly like this (see the green sign on the left? That's where the store I was in was located).

The Starbucks had a few bar tables against the walls, and a coffee shop-like atmosphere. The cashier desk was not against the wall like in a normal cafe, but by itself in the middle of the shop. There was nothing else around it; everything else, including the chairs, was against the bar tables. I was with one other person, a guy who was a bit older than me, and we were crouched down behind this cashier's desk, peering out the sides to see if anyone was coming. I knew that there was a big crowd coming after us, trying to kill us.

I was also saying something extremely bizarre out loud. It wasn't just strange because I wasn't lucid, but also...

"I've had this dream before... I know exactly what to do this time".

I felt like I'd been in this dream before. I recognized the coffee shop, the mall, and the mob, and I also knew that another person would come and ruin my chances of escaping those people. I was expecting him to come, and I knew what to say this time so I wouldn't get caught. Last time, Jesse Pinkman (from the television series Breaking Bad) had come with a friend of his and asked where to hide the body of someone they killed. I'd told them to stash it in the car, which somehow caused the mob to find me and end the dream.

Jesse and his friend appeared. They were both wearing dark gray hoodies and jeans, and Jesse was carrying a garbage bag with what looked like a body inside it. "Hey," Jesse asked with an anxious expression, "what do I do with this thing?"

"Bury it," I said after a brief hesitation.

They walked off, leaving me and my accomplice (just a guess) still sitting behind the bar. "We don't have to worry about the group of people anymore," I told him. "I fixed the dream."

When I woke up, I realized I'd never dreamed of a scenario like that before, and the deja vu was generated entirely by the dream.