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15th of February, I can recall two dreams. Both of which, in hindsight, were completely illogical and should have prompted a reality check had I been more experienced in the field of dreams, DRs, DSs, RCs and LDs in general. Jotting this down straight from my 'real' dream journal, the one I keep next to my bed. Non Lucid, Lucid, Extra Note

1.) I vaguely recall viewing a scene (which was sort of reminiscent of a film like Starship Troopers) as an observer. The room is dark and there are several people in it, three at least. A man explains about how certain creatures would enter your body and the moment he finishes, screeches of some kind of bug alert the group and flashlights are turned on. A big (the size of a bread loaf) cockroach like creature is revealed to be standing right next to a woman who, until recently had been sleeping on the ground. One person shoots it with an energy weapon, with no effect. Another more tomboyish woman shoots it with a high caliber weapon, causing the creature to explode, sending its gory gibs all over the room. The woman turns to the person with the energy weapon and tells her to use a proper weapon, while hefting her weapon. She then opens a large door and starts shooting down the hallway, which is full of (the same?) creatures. The door closes however, crushing the woman in between the two ton metal door and its respective frame. She lets out no sign of pain though and continues shooting until she is pulled through the door by the insects, her hand being the last thing to pass through the doorway before it shuts. All that, and she didn't even scream.

2.) I was drifting around some sort of museum which had a robotics department. Robots however made no proper appearance. The only rooms of the department were located in a remote hallway. Einstein (yeah, seriously) comes by, recognises the word 'Robotics', enters the room and leaves disappointed. He then continues to comment on the shape of a strange medal, claiming that they messed up his design. (WtF?)

Pretty strange stuff. I mean, what the hell does Einstein have to do with the shape of medals? And robotics?
Anyways, signs noted, dream logged, hopefully this illogicality will prompt some reality checking in the future.

I am at a public fair of some kind. I don't know the place but there is a large circular Romanesque building in the center and rides and consession stands surrounding it. The circular building in the center is multistoried and I am on an elevator going down to the ground floor. There I meet someone I knew in public school, J.P, though he looks older. He is lost and trying to find his way somewhere. I help him orient himself and he goes on his way.

I am there for army training and see the group that I am supposed to be in and start following. The group is led by Lieutenant-General Roméo Dallaire and he is weaving us through thrater seat aisles and pillers around the building and various rides and events outside. After we have completed a circuit we start again but this time jogging. The rest of the group seems fine but one other girl and myself soon start to tire and have difficultly keeping up.

After the second circuit is completed Lieutenant-General Dallaire starts the group running. Halfway through the circuit I am too tired to run anymore and fall behind, losing sight of the group. I am outside of the circular building and near a large inflatable male lion that is coloured black. It is laying down but it's mouth open as if amidst a might roar. I feel disheartened already because of failing to keep up with the group and falling behind but also feel equally small and pathetic next to this mighty lion. I sit down on a folded metal seat nearby and mope.

Sometime after I have caught my breath the Lieutenant-General and the group rounds and corner and approaches me. I stand up and apologize profusely to Dallaire but he only responds by asking if I am ready to go. I do not understand and he says that he "never leaves a man behind." I protest and say that I am not good enough but he responds that I won't know if I give up trying. I am feeling a bit refreshed after my rest and agree to try again. The group starts off again at a jog and as I follow I look over my shoulder at the inflatable lion and see that it has changed colour to a bright and luminous golden. For some reason this gives me confidence to press on.

The group eventually starts to run again and this time I am able to keep up for the whole circuit. The running comes to an end at a clearing on the tarmac outside of the circular building where a small stage with a red curtain backdrop has been set up. Many civilians have gathered around and in the crowd I can see my father. Lieutenant-General Roméo Dallaire gets up on the stage and starts introducing the runners, giving them little medals and declaring that they have completed the recruitment process and are now officially in the army. Everyone else goes first and I am last.

When it is my turn the Lieutenant-General gives me a metal, says I have completed my training and then adds that I have a special significance in completing this because I persevered in the end and made my father proud. Dallaire notes that I am now in the army at the same age that my father joined the navy and that our proud family militay history will continue. I am confused by all this and though happy to have completed the training I still don't feel that I am good enough to be in the army.

The dream ends there.