I found myself running to a police station as I could tell I was being chase from behind by someone. I open the first door and ran through the hallway to the next double door. For some reason I got the feeling I have experience this same scenario before. I make it to the next door and got a huge flash of light out of no where. Outside and in the building were dark but due to that flash I could now tell the walls were lime green with white tiles around the building. This place to also seemed familiar to me, I then remember my other lucid dream on 8/30/15 and said no wonder I got lucid here. I notice I was near a light switch for the next hallway and decided to try to turn it on. I attempted to switch on the lights but it was a no go. The lights wouldn't come on so I knew I was dreaming but I wanted to know if this really was the same dream. I ran through the last hallway to the next double doors and got a great sense of Deja-vu. It was true this was the same lucid dream as the music pass this hallway was the exact same as last time. The building at this point as well look like the same hospital. I observe, but it was like once I had this realization the dream quickly started changing the environment. I saw familiar kids sitting down, I went over to talk to them about how some of your faces don't look exactly how it should. I walk more and saw a group of young adults sitting on couches chairs around this one table. The area they were in was openly wide and I saw another with them at the kitchen, this place didn't look like a house though. They seemed to all be using either CPU's or phones and despite appearing busy I decided to confront one them due to a couple of questions I wanted to have answered. I made sure to notice the sky has change to bright sunny as it's light showered down from the windows. The one I pick followed me in till I reach the stairs which felt like walking on butter. I decided I wasn't going to stay lucid and attempted to wake myself up. I close my eyes and everything went black. That's when I started waking up on a couch, it didn't take me long to figure out I am still in the same area I attempted to wake up from. The only difference is that the sky is now darker than it had been before. I notice all the young adults were still here, they all appear to be sleeping except for this one boy who look like he was seriously focusing on his laptop. That's when the boy tap on one their shoulders, a man in a black dress shirt and told him he was finish with his file. The man then appear to be excited and said you really done it. I began feeling strange, I soon notice the woman sitting next to the guy was staring at me. I got up and decided to leave but she didn't waste anytime asking me if I could understand anything on the boy's laptop. The boy as if this were a set up quickly handed me his laptop. I look at it and then back at her and said yes. She started pointing her finger at the screen and ask me to read all the titles and various words to her. I did so read everything on the screen clearly. Her face quickly grew a smile and stated she wanted to know more about me and that I should work here with the rest of them. I began to walk away trying to find anything similar. She and the guy in a black dress shirt started talking. I could now see my father room but my ears over heard them. She told him I could read all the lines on the screen perfectly with no problems. That's when I woke up Lucidity time: 5 minutes
Morning of August 7, 2015. Friday. I will try to refrain from another titular trend (such as “or not” in this case). In my dream, I am once again on Loomis Street at my sister (deceased) Marilyn’s house. It seems to be early afternoon. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me at the house. An unknown person (a young female in a jogging outfit, jogging southward) comes by our house and leaves a huge computer motherboard on our front sidewalk for some reason (just giving it to us, or perhaps thinking of our front yard as a dumping ground - this is not certain). The motherboard is about eight times the size of a real one. I am not sure what to do with it as it is older technology and I would likely have no use for it. As I am wondering what to do with this junk, as it remains lying across our front sidewalk, along comes an (unknown and unfamiliar) older male that takes notice to it. A few other (unknown) people also crowd around for a short time. He asks me if he can look at it and I say yes (though I had not even looked at it). On one corner (upper left from my view), he takes notice to a particular chip which is apparently a bit newer than the motherboard itself. He asks me if he can buy it (the one single chip) for twenty dollars. This sounds very good to me and I feel quite cheerful upon hearing this. As I did not pay any money and someone else had just dropped it off for whatever reason, twenty dollars sounds good even if I give him the entire board, which I am thinking of telling him. As the motherboard is lowered to the ground I notice at least six jars of peanut butter attached to it in a line over the top, each about two jar spaces apart, which seem to serve as some sort of conduit (or perhaps even additional power source). After several minutes pass, the male stands with his chin in hand gazing at the motherboard. He eventually looks at the chip again and tells me that the serial number on it is one day off from the chip he was looking for. This makes no sense to me as it is not relevant to specific timing of movement (such as with two cassette decks that are most usable when the model is identical, as the capstan is the same speed, or otherwise the variation would be too extreme for dubbing or oversampling). He looks at me and seriously states “I’m not paying twenty dollars for that!” as if I was the one that told him that he should give me the money for it. I then tell him that he can just take what he wants, including the whole motherboard itself. I come to the conclusion that he is just “off his rocker” and do not say anything after this. The scene vaguely reminds me of one years ago when a very drunken male bought one of my father’s old tools (and I could tell he had no idea what it was, which was a very specialized large drill extension and I even asked him if he was sure he had use for it) and he dropped it on his foot and blamed me for dropping it. I am surprised he even managed to walk from the area. (My father had made a lot of sidewalk sections in addition to building public utilities and residential work in both La Crosse and Arcadia during the same period he was on the radio and local venues.) This dream was precognitive (in some ways) of a message I received from a former member of one dream journal site, but I will not get into the specifics at this time. I can say that peanut butter often represents human waste in certain types of dream scenarios. The jars of peanut butter on the motherboard are a reference to what was said in a message about grooming and trolling on the Internet.
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