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I had forgotten about this dream when I woke up and I was sad that I didn't have any lucid dreams, but then I remembered it after trying to remember my dreams for a few minutes! I was sure glad that I did, this one was pretty fun even though I went a bit crazy for a minute, beating up a poor, innocent dream character. I wonder how many lucid dreams I completely forget about having.

I was hanging out at an old school arcade, and it was quite popular! Very unusual for arcades these days, the last few I've seen were like ghost towns.
I felt like I was in the 90's again, there were kids everywhere playing games and the atmosphere was very exciting and full of positive energy.

I saw a girl that I used to have a crush on when I was 13. I wanted to buy these peanut butter cups because I remembered (falsely) in the dream that she used to love them. I tried to buy a bag from the cashier guy there and he said it would cost $95 AUD!
I tried to haggle a little bit with him and a group of about ten DCs joined me, including my childhood crush. The guy caved into the pressure and cut the price in half, but he most certainly wasn't very happy about it. He demanded that I should take another item on top of the candy as well, quite odd. I took a small gray comb that was sitting on the table and gave him money. He didn't give me the candy, instead he tore up a couple $20 notes and threw them on the counter for me, while counting in $20 increments as though he was giving me change.

I pointed at his face and called him a dick, so he reached beneath the counter, pulled out a gun, and pointed it at my face. I looked at him and said, "Are you serious? You can't hurt me in my own dream."

He shot me a couple times and it didn't bother me at all. I was afraid that he was going to hurt my childhood crush though, so I slowed down time. I could see his bullets moving through the air, creating ripples in their wake.

I got up next to them and calmly watched them float by me. I pulled a couple out of the air and dropped them on the floor. He kept firing though, and he was trying to hit my crush. The bullets started moving faster too.

I kept swiping them to the side so that they flew into the walls or into arcade games. Two of the bullets got past me though and went into the girl's leg and stomach. I made the bullets come out with my mind and then held my hand over her body to heal her. The guy did it now. I didn't want to hurt him before that point, but hurting that DC made me go a little bit dark.

I punched the next bullet that he shot and it went zooming past his head, then I ran up to him at super speed and kicked him straight in the nuts. His face started to slowly get distorted from the pain.
I then punched him square in the nose and it sent ripples all throughout his body, emanating from the impact point. The force of the blow knocked him downwards into the ground slightly. Woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a movie theatre, sitting near the front row. The theatre was kind of dim. The show hadn't started yet.

I looked behind me and over my left shoulder. A little girl sat beside her mother. The little girl was somehow dressed up as Wonder Woman. But her costume was actually more like baggy pieces of red and blue fabric. The fabric may have had stuff written on it, such as the name Wonder Woman or some kind of statements indicative of Wonder Woman.

I looked forward again, waiting for the movie to start. A little while later I looked behind myself and over my left shoulder. The girl and mother were now sitting in those seats. The girl was still wearing her costume. But the mother was also wearing a Wonder Woman costume.

The mother's costume still didn't look like Wonder Woman's outfit. The suit was tight in certain places, but in other places, like around the chest area, it bulged out, almost like a football player's shoulderpads. The outfit was mostly a dark, almost gloppy, cobalt blue, with squares of some kind of white, stony material poking out of it. The mother also had her face painted in some kind of deep blue, almost black.

For some reason, I was still turned on by the way the mother looked. I thought she had the same kind of sexiness that Wonder Woman has.

At some point, the mother stood up to leave the movie theatre. She told her daughter she would be right back. I wondered if it would be safe for the little girl to just sit here all by herself.

The little girl stared forward with a look of sadness and disappointment. I could tell that the little girl knew what was really going on with her mother.

Somehow I came to understand that the mother was going out into the lobby to meet some boy. She and the boy would run off and have sex somewhere. The girl, I understood, had been abandoned in situations like this before. She was kind of depressed that it was happening again.

Dream #2

I was at "my office," which was apparently in some kind of building like in an office park in a suburban area. I believe I was on the first floor. I sat in a big cubicle right next to a window, which let in a decent amount of natural light through partly opened blinds.

At some point, I got up and walked through a long aisle of cubicles. I walked past a small area that had a tall, round table. On the table were a few styrofome bowls of bite size Reese's peanut butter cups. I grabbed some of the candy and walked into another big room full of cubicles and offices.

I was surprised by the peanut butter cups. They came in all different flavors. Some were in dark chocolate, which I really liked.

I was back at my desk, looking at something on the internet, possibly some kind of shopping or fashion page meant for women. Some girl co-worker of mine had been standing way high up on a partition behind me and spying on me while I looked at the internet.

The woman was now something like my boss. She had decided I wasn't doing any work. So she hopped down and asked me to look at a number of different things that were apparently related to work, but which actually weren't too far different from the shopping and fashion stuff I had already been looking at.

I was now walking past the table of candies again. I walked into the second big room of cubicles and offices again. Then I headed back toward my cubicle again, passing the tall, round table of candies.

I had been thinking about the peanut butter cups. The bite size ones were so small, I'd thought, that one or two just wasn't enough. I'd wanted to take a whole handful, but I didn't want people to think I was a pig. I'd wished there was something on the table that was big enough so I could take only one and still have my hunger satisfied.

I now looked in the styrofome bowls. There were now packages of Pop Tarts in each of the bowls. I was happy to have something big to eat. But, I thought, Pop Tarts always only have sweet flavors, like Strawberry. But, to my surprise, I now saw a bowl with packages of Reese's peanut butter cup flavored Pop Tarts!

I went for the peanut butter Pop Tarts. But as I did, a male co-worker lunged at the bowl. He didn't grab anything. He just blocked the bowl. He didn't say anything regarding the Pop Tarts, but as he spoke to me he made it clear that he was keeping me from the Pop Tarts because he knew I wanted them.

I acted like I didn't want the peanut butter Pop Tarts, like I didn't care about them at all. After a few seconds of looking at the bowls and trying to figure whether I could actually get at the peanut butter Pop Tarts somehow, I finally just grabbed a handful of bite size peanut butter cups and walked back to my desk.

Dream #3

It was either late night or early morning. It was pitch black outside. I was near "my work," but I was in some kind of place like a red-brick sidewalk "Main Street" area in a small town.

I was looking for something to take with me to the office for breakfast. I couldn't quite remember the place I always went to for breakfast, and I now couldn't seem to find it. Instead, I walked into a nearby restaurant.

Inside, the place reminded me of a Pret-a-Manger. I thought to myself, I can't get breakfast here! This is where I get lunch! But, since I couldn't remember how to get to my breakfast place, I just decided to stick with this place.

I went to grab a coffee. But the coffee area was set up really strangely, in a really small place. A stout, older, black woman was making herself a tea. She was completely blocking the coffee. I had to wait for her to finish.

When the woman finished, I quickly moved to the spouts to make myself a coffee. I had to rush in, because some other guy was already starting to jostle against me to get to the coffee.

For some reason, I was making myself a tea, not a coffee! I was even pouring honey in the tea. Somehow I convinced myself that at a certain point, the tea-appearance of my drink would change to a coffee-appearance.

The guy next to me was really jostling against me now, trying to freak me out and make me leave before I'd finished making my coffee/tea. I looked the person in the face and was surprised to see that it was a co-worker of mine! He'd followed me to a restaurant again!

(IWL, this co-worker times his lunches, and sometimes even his trips to the bathroom, against mine. It kind of creeps me out.)

I elbowed my co-worker in the stomach really hard. I didn't even know why I did it. He seemed really hurt. I was kind of happy that he was hurt, but I didn't want to get in trouble at work for having done something like this. So I apologized.

But as I apologized, my co-worker got up in my face, as if he thought he was going to freak me out. For some reason, I grabbed both his arms. I had both his arms in a grip that he couldn't get out of. I kept trying and trying to break my co-worker's arms. But I couldn't.

The whole time, my co-worker just stayed right in front of my face. He didn't say anything. I started yelling at him that I was tired of him taunting me at work, that I was tired of him spying on me, and that I was tired of him following me around when I go outside or go to the bathroom.