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Level of Lucidity: 7
Level of Clarity: 9
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

I am laying down taking a nap because I am a bit tired. I can't really call this a full on lucid dream, because I never FULLY hit the dream state, I am in the void. I am having powerful visualizations of standing in a boxing ring. I keep using the MILD technique to remind myself that I am now in a dream and becoming lucid. I look to my left and notice that there's a black guy with a small afro and beard. He looks like the kind of guy you'd expect to find at the gym back in the 80's.

He looked similar to Michael Dokes, but with slightly shorter, curlier hair, and an 80's style mustache.



He's standing in place, and punching the air, alternating between fists that move forward. I continue with my mnemonics, saying "I am now lucid in my dream". I find that by looking to my left, the dream state becomes more stable. I begin to alternate looking left and right. I look left just as the boxer punches with his left fist, I look right just as he punches with his right fist. We are in sync.

I turn slightly to my right, and the boxer walks up behind me, and begins to do his punching exercise with my head in between his arms. His fists pump one after another past my face, and I remember my All Day Awareness mental training. I begin to notice the small breeze of wind that hits my face as his fist flies past. I begin to look left when his left fist moves forward, then right with his right fist. We get in sync again.

This lasts for about 3 minutes, as I continue my mnemonics, slowly forgetting to continue them here and there.

I was unconscious to the world around me in the waking state, but my grandfather walked into the room and said something, which woke me. I awoke feeling extremely refreshed, but at the same time wanting to go back to sleep.

I stayed up because I had things to do.

(I've been watching Psych lately, so this remined me of it, mailny because Gus was there and so was his ex-girlfriend Ruby)
(I guess I was Shawn, but It was first person, and no one said my name, so I wasn't sure)



I was in the gym Lobby. I suspected we were solving a mystery, Gus was beside me and a girl, I didn't (and still don't) know who she was, but she looked familiar (I think she might have been 8, the DC from my other dreams, not 8 years old). We walked by the desk (empty, but messy) and the smoothie bar (I like smoothies). We went past the rooms where people hit the tennis ball on the wall and try to get it over and over, everything looked like it did in the gym my dad used to go to (which means there really was a smoothie bar) but it was all empty. We sat on a bench, the only thing that was off about the place was the round window leading to the next room behind us (It was supposed to be a mirror, I didn't think about that until after).

"So she's in here?" I turned to Gus, he nodded.

"Be careful, she's listening to music," said the girl. (Wow, she might kill me! *sarcasm*)

I went in, but Gus went ahead, the girl stayed behind. Gus went around a beam in the middle of the room, but I stood right infront of it, observing. There was a large dent in it about the size of my head. I grabbed the inside and lifted my self up, then went back to the ground (I've been climbing trees a lot lately, I guess I was still thinking about it). I walked over to Gus and saw that he was talking to Ruby on a treadmill. She was the one we were after I guess. I pulled Gus away.

"Dude, let's go to the gift shop," I said.

"Okay," he said

We pulled Ruby along and I stopped, "Wait a minute, I used to go to this gym!" I said, "It used to be called, (I said the correct name but I forget it now)"

Ruby nodded and pointed at a TV with the old logo on it. (Odd enough that they would keep it there) I got confused, but we continued on to the gft shop. When we got there I noticed a bunch of rolled up temper-pedic matresses against one wall. The girl behind the counter was the one we were with earlier. There were action figures of what 70's-80's band names inspired on the counter. I looked to my right and this girl from real life was standing with her sister (I'll call her Half (it sound cool huh?) and her sister Half's sister "Half's sister (creative, I know....)) I looked at Half then quickly looked away. She picked up one of the figure's from the desk and observed it. I looked back at her and she said something along the lines of:

"Well, I guess I should buy this as a preasnt in case I can't aford anything else" (what an odd choice for a preasant)
I looked at he with an odd smile, (her sister hadc no real importance in the dream, she just was there in the background) she smiled back. We walked away and out the door, and everything faded.