I'm with a group of people outside in some fairly flat land, a wide open space with not much in the distance. These people are in a circle and we are all playing with lighters and possibly matches too. Everyone was using the lighters, and possibly the matches with the lighters (but it doesn't make sense why they would need matches in addition to the lighters) and blowing on them while lit to make very long flames in unusual shapes. The person to the right of me blows a really long skinny flame that the person one or two people to the left of me needs to dodge or they would have been burned.
Date: 08-06-10 Length: 10 Minutes Vividness: 10/10 I was in our vacation home in La Baule, France. I was in the living room sitting on the orange couch by the window. My sister, Marin, was sitting at the table, my girlfriend Dakota was right next to me, and my youngest sister, Manon, was on the white couch, opposite to the one I was on. I had a lit cigarette in my mouth, and I began smoking it. I remember preventing myself from inhaling the smoke by just blowing it out without actually sucking in. I've never smoked before, but in the dream, it was a very casual thing, like I had done it many times before. I kept telling myself that I wasn't addicted, and I could stop when I would want. After a couple seconds, the cigarette went out and I realized it was because I was smoking the lit end. I got up to get a lighter and found one on the table across from the bar. It was a sleek, metallic one that stayed lit when you press it down. I found Dakota's scorpion one next to it and thought I should tell her. I walked back over to the couch and Manon said she had something to show me, but she wouldn't. -frenchblablabla
3/26/2009 Lucid School have to actually *get* to school. more on this later: money at the cash register money on the floor lighters on the floor stupid boys magazines on T I'm sad I never went back to fill in this entry. I remember a little bit about it, but I don't know how I became lucid. I know I sometimes find money in my dreams and pick it up and put it in my pocket. I think I was finding money everywhere, and then I was selling magazines in a neighborhood. I really wish I could remember.
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