Unfortunately, my excellent recall from yesterday didn't quite continue, but I managed to get enough to fill over half an A4 page in notes. I'm starting to think these poor recall attempts are challenges that will benefit me and really exercise my brain in the morning. Perhaps they are a blessing in disguise, and I'll go further in a shorter amount of time with such intense recall attempts each morning Awake|Dreaming|Lucid The earliest moment I could recall was taking the bus from a road just outside my house, yet again stressing about arriving on time. Upon arriving at my destination, seemingly after a fade-to-black teleport, I began a fashion class and was seated next to a girl with long black hair. She seemed to be the same girl from the first dream of this series, only her aura was more confident and a little intimidating due to her beauty. She also had more makeup on, which I suppose is fitting for a class about fashion. I'd like to think she resembles a Chinese girl my friends didn't get along with, they called her 绿茶, or "Green Tea Bitch". Once the class ended, I took a bus into the local village nearby to buy some snacks. I never actually entered the shop, and in retrospect, I realize now that the shop was in the wrong location compared to IRL. My dad came to pick me up from the village, and he took me back to where the class was held, only now it was a chef-related job. I had to work with my dad and some teenaged guy, who I was furious at and almost started a fight with. I hated the way he acted, but the details are blank. I got too frustrated to stay in this kitchen/classroom hybrid, so I left back to the village again, only this time my friend Louis was waiting to pick me up in his car. I got in, and we travelled down a short road before I suggested we turn right into a car park, but he mentioned that it's no longer free to park there, so we turn left instead. Louis suddenly decided to make an extremely unsafe left turn in the middle of the road, almost crashing into a black car with an older man inside. The man was furious, but I tried to calm him down with an apologetic gesture through the window. Louis finally continued to drive and take a right turn on to a main road, as the dream began fading into a lost fragment or the end of my sleep cycle I vaguely remember a fragment of a dream where I talked about Pokemon in a dark, ground floor office lobby. It could fit right after the fashion class, as I believe the person I was talking to was a black haired girl After 30 minutes of fighting against the yet again continuing construction in the morning, I managed to pull together these fragments and stitch them into what feels like a chronological order. I went out in the afternoon after writing my notes down, and made sure to do many reality checks during my bus journey, which seems to be a common dream element for me now Recurring elements: -School -Family, home -Local area -Black haired girl for the second time in a week -Stressful bus journey on time constraints. Stress in general is common it seems -Getting angry at someone for the second time Notes: -Fell asleep just before 2am and woke up at 9:30, began intense recall at 9:50 and was done by 10:30 -Dreams were not very vivid, but good effort at recall has stuck them in my brain
I had three mixed dreams. The first was set in a very Merlin type world. A king, possible Utha (spelled right?), had forbidden paper in case it was used to plot against him. The second, I was in an audition. We each had to sing a song, but I'd never heard it before. Everyone else seemed fine, but I was totally lost! I picked it up as I went along though. (When I woke up, I was actually able to hum the tune for a while. Interestingly, as far as I could think at the time, it wasn't any song I knew. Composing in my sleep??) The third was a little longer. I was on a bus as a passenger, and the road we were trying to go along was closed because of these massive gas cylinders that were, for some reason, in the middle of the road. The bus driver ignored the signs and managed (barely) to scrape through. He was told off by a police officier. Instead of sending him back the way he'd come, he was sent a different way. This driver was very impatient and rude, and drove through a small market place, nearly knocking over fruit stalls that lined the road. He asked for directions from a fellow who seemed determined to be vague and unhelpful - he kept talking about going through warehouses and all sorts! The driver told me that he was tempted to sneak out the way we'd come in and hope the police guy didn't see. For some reason, I got off the bus. Immediately, a storm kicked up around us and lightning struck nearby. I told the driver 'I think that's a sign that we shouldn't go back. I think.' More strikes followed, which ended in me being struck. The last thing I remember was lying on the floor with cartoon style crackling running across my body.
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