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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

With Nighthawk and Riverstone. We've been talking about this and that and Nighthawk says he misses me. He is sitting to my right and I hold hands with him, My heart is full and I drop one tear down my right cheek that only he can see, because Riverstone is to my left. Then the guys discuss something in private and Nighthawk leaves without even saying goodbye and I feel heartbroken. Riverstone says they talked about us all being together but him being afraid we would have to cut ties with everyone else and I say I don't care as long as we have each other. Then I spot him standing down the road, which goes down hill. Slowly he walks back to us and although we say nothing, my heart warms up again. Then we take to the train station to go somewhere and they simply jump over the gates, not paying tickets. I feel uncomfortable and stop. Then the lady from the ticket office starts yelling we have to pay. Riverstone is adamant in not paying and says to ignore her and I insist in going back to pay. I am disappointed at them. I pay the 3 tickets and it's like 60 cents.

On the train, I meet Zilla and our girl gang. The train fills up after a while, to the point where I feel a bit claustrophobic, so when it stops at a couple stations later, I briefly get out just to get some air. Finally at the last stop everyone gets out, including me and my friends, but I notice I can't find my bag. Now the train is actually a bus and I run to the front door to meet the driver. I ask him to not leave while I go inside and look for me bag. He pretends not to understand what I am saying. He speaks to some dude inside with him in a mix of french and english, so then I try speaking in english and he still says he doesn't understand. I speak in french and then he starts looking at me like he does understand. But he keeps being rude and denying me entrance, so I force my way into the bus and look for my bag under every seat and on overhead compartments. Can't find a thing and he mocks me. I finally give up, but have the feeling he kept driving the bus and we are somewhere else entirely different. So I ask for his help, because I have no ID, no money, no cards and I am lost somewhere in the middle of this city. He does not care. So I get out, thinking about asking a local for the nearest police station, when I realize we are still at the exact same place where people descended from the train/bus. Then wonder about my guys and I hear them yelling from across the road, where they were sitting in a park bench. I run to them and hug them in tears, thanking them for having waited for me. They don't understand why I am so emotional about it, because from their perspective it was like 5 mins and they were always seeing me from their seat. So they say "of course we waited". Then we keep walking to whatever destination we're heading.

Failed WBTB

It was a warm summer evening. The sky and clouds were reddish in lower parts. With someone I was waiting just outside my house. A priest came to my frontyard and made people a confession. I entered my house and saw my maths teacher, who turned into my younger sister when I didn't noticed. I came closer to her, but then she turned into an alien and attacked me with green tentacles. She grabbed my hands with these tentacles and tried to push them into her maw, I was struggling with her all the time. I managed to get free and ran outside, only to get back after a while. After more struggles, I reminded myself of some video tape or song recorded on a tape and the alien fallen on the floor, motionless.

So last night I dreamt that I was walking down my road to the end of it. However,it was all dark out and my former Spanish teacher was walking the opposite direction. She had on a jean jacket,if I remember correctly,and I think black pants. I don't remember what I said to her,but apparently whatever it was it made her laugh. Well,she then said something else to me as we were passing one another. Once I got to the end of my road,I do remember looking back a her and watching her as she walked away,becoming smaller until she disappeared.

There's this woman who's a cop, kneeling in front of an old woman in a chair, and confessing something, but phrasing it like it's all hypothetical, referring to both herself and the old woman in the 3rd person, even though they both know who she's talking about. She gets to a point where she doesn't want to finish the story - the old woman said she admires her, and the cop thinks that will change if she finishes the story. She doesn't think the old woman will believe the rest of the story, and will think less of her for telling it. Still speaking as if this is all hypothetical, the old woman disagrees with her, and says that the cop should appreciate herself more. The old woman disappears, and where she'd been sitting, there's a lighter that the cop had lost in the desert, an old worn one with some stickers with words on them wrapped around it.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

The same cop DC, although this time she's a white woman. She's in the corner of a room, trying to be quiet and still and not attract attention. There's a chenoo who's moving around the room, picking up some of the mess it made while fighting something else. It's changed a little after the fight, so that she can make out the face of the old man it used to be. It notices her, greets her cheerfully, calls her Nikita. It says that now that it's eaten (the thing it was fighting), it isn't going to eat her, which it's happy about since she's been nice.