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    1. Stealing Buds of Pot

      by , 09-13-2016 at 04:24 PM
      Non-lucid: I was in a hotel w/ some other DC's but none of them looked familiar. We were stealing these huge buds of pot out of this other room & were on edge the whole time. The people we were stealing from never came in while we were there. You have to imagine buds like a foot or two long, lol. Then the dream shifted & we were on a ship but it looked like a harbor but not a real one, more like a movie set one. It reminded me of the set in the movie Popeye. A woman that was w/ us was in the water holding this crazy big bunch of buds. A giant crab like sea creature was scooping her up in his mouth. We were yelling at her & telling her it wasn't worth her life but she wasn't scared & she made it just disappear. Now we were surrounded by the bad guys who looked like some sort of band of pirates. The dream then became so weird that I woke up instantly & abruptly. My spine in real life was hurting so bad that I finally had to just get up. I took my pain meds & maybe I'll get a nap today since I woke up early. The book I just read was so funny, sad & informational & I highly recommend it. It's called "The Medium Next Door" by Maureen Hancock.
    2. The Greenhouse

      by , 07-17-2016 at 03:24 PM
      This was actually a dream from a few weeks ago, but I thought I'd journal it anyway since it was my first lucid:

      I'm in my backyard by my pool, and my parents are yelling and raving at me for growing pot in my greenhouse. I walk away from them confused, because I've never even smoked pot in my entire life, much less grown it. I'm walking across my lawn to my greenhouse laughing, thinking to myself "I must be dreaming." BOOM, LUCID. I wanted to experience it before it all went away, so I did the first thing that came to my mind: flying. All I had to do was think about flying, and woosh I was in the air, flying over my greenhouse and trying not to fly into a tree. I went a little crazy with the lucid thing, since this was my FIRST lucid dream, because I wanted to try the whole "look at your palm and the world will collapse" thing, but instead of world-collapsing my vision started to blur and I thought I was losing it. I told myself to wake up.

      It was a false wake up. If I can remember correctly, I was lucid as I recounted the whole dream to my sister: the accusations of growing pot, the lucidity, everything. When I actually did wake up, I wasn't sure if I actually HAD told my sister the dream, that's how aware I was even in the false wake up. I asked her if I had told her about a dream, and she said no.
    3. The more the merrier?

      by , 02-28-2016 at 11:26 AM
      D₁: Dreamt about a Dr.Seuss type book about the munchies/a bunch of animals travelling from my room to some secret place.

      D₂: Dreamt about orcas migrating and I was floating in the ocean, I had a life vest floating nearby in case I needed it and this orca kept taking it deep under water and letting it float back up to the surface. (really cartoonish dreams, everybody and everything was happy, also there was this voice that was almost like a narrator that kept rhyming words as he was narrating.)
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    4. Nov. 19 Dream Journal pt 1: I guess I like basketball

      by , 11-19-2013 at 07:43 PM
      Part one is a short one because part two is much, much more vivid. But anyways, I continue use of my MILD mantra before dozing off.

      I'm watching basketball on television in a living room at what I feel like is my parents' house (I'm the only person in this dream). I'm also aware that I'm cooking something in the adjoining kitchen, so I'm not completely engrossed in the game.

      In the basketball game, I know it's the Boston Celtics against the Miami Heat -- two teams that I root against. A lot of sequences involve LeBron James guarding Jason Terry (for the 99.9999% of you who don't watch the NBA, if this was a chess match, this is like watching a world-class chess player defending against a carrot), and Jason Terry is doing frustrating Jason Terry things that is frustrating because frustrating people is how frustrating Jason Terry frustrates. He's over-dribbling, driving into crowds, doing useless spins, putting up contested fadeaways... only it's all somehow fucking working. Seeing how I dislike Miami marginally more so than Boston, I root for the carrot despite my objections as a basketball fascist.

      Anyways, I remember that I have a pot of broth on the stove; and when I go check, the broth is bubbling (but not going nuts). I manage the heat a little, and then I wake up.

      The odd thing is, when I woke up at whatever dumb time it was, I got this overwhelming sense of melancholy about missing my parents, watching basketball, and cooking -- except that I stayed over at my parents house, watched basketball, and helped cook dinner that exact same night.

      Updated 11-19-2013 at 07:48 PM by 66359

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    5. Trying to LD, I Don't Want To Die!.

      by , 07-18-2012 at 10:41 PM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      Aids:1/8 tea peppermint oil WBTB
      Methods:MILD - Half assed
      Morning Supplements:500mg L-Lysine, 500mg C, 595mg Potassium Gluconcate, 1 Super B-Complex
      Sleep Quality: Felt refreshed in the morning. Slept solid. Solved pillow issues.

      Trying to LD 2:00AM
      I am jogging down a familiar street. I see Jeremy and Becki. I invite them over. We are now in my house. But this is my first house. Jeremy talks about how he can tell me how many ghost are here. I tell him I don't want to know. I feel happy and safe here and I don't want to ruin it.

      Then I am in my first truck. I am in the passenger side trying to sleep. My wife is in the driver side sleeping but tossing and its bothering me. I am trying to WBTB. I have an audio induction and I want to hear it. I adjust my headphones and try to sleep. I couldn't help but notice that my headphones feel like underwear on my head. Then notice that is light outside and rainy. I see Chris driving up to her daughters house who happens to be my neighbor. I am a little surprised. I hope that she doesn't notice me and my underwear. She is all but starting at me now. I just sigh and close my eyes. All I want to do is have a lucid dream and If I have to do corny things like listen to my underwear then who cares. I actually hear some music. It is a Ke$ha song believe it or not.

      *I hear the intro music*

      "Maybe I need some rehab,
      Or maybe just need some sleep
      I've got a sick obsession,
      I'm seeing it in my dreams"....

      (Very appropriate! Except Lucid Dreams is my drug. Bahahahaha LOL)

      I feel irritated and tune the music out. I feel like I am being watched and I just want privacy. The truck drives around the block. I don't notice it but I am driving it with my mind. My wife is in the driver seat but I am controlling where to go. Then I remember we left the kids in the house alone. And I think we should hurry even though we are just going around the block. I look out the window to the right and see a distorted iPhone. It says Brooklyn on it. The woman in the truck with me is now my ex-wife and she starts bitching about how much money she spent on that phone for my niece and now its ruined.

      Now I am in a bed trying to WILD. Something wakes me and I look to the left and see my sisters husband with a bed pan under him. He is squirting shit through his clothes.
      I say, "OH GOD! YOU NASTY FUCKER! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?"
      He jumps us and runs to the bathroom. He slams the bed pan on the floor and I see chunky shit splatter up on the wall. There is shit on the bed. I am disgusted but I feel sorry for him at the same time. I know he is sick and can't help it. Then my dog goes sniffing at it. I grab her too me and hold her. I lay there not wanting to deal with the mess. I half expect to smell something horrid but there's no smell. I close my eyes and wake up.

      I Don't Want to Die!
      My wife and I are in a hotel. She is not pregnant and we are partying. We are drinking and she starts to smoke pot. I am shocked but I'm like well we don't do this often. She leaves the bong on the couch and my dog daisy starts to hit it. She runs through an open door into a yard. Then she howls as she ex-hails. I find it strange that I see really black smoke come out. I am surprised at the color of smoke but I just laugh. She is trying to get more. I hand the bong to my wife who is in the recliner watching TV. Then I say wait let me. I take a long drag. I notice that there is no smell no burring in my throat and no taste. Then I ex hail. I instantly feel fucked up. I make a comment about how fast that hit me. She says she knows.

      I leave the room for some errand. I walk outside and see a nice area with a pool. There are only a few people. I jump in and then leave.

      I go inside a bar and walk through to the bathroom. I notice a bartender and a dart board in my periphrial vision. I sit down to shit in a stale but the toilet is so high people can see me. Some take notice and just sigh and finish up. When I walk out of the bathroom I am now in a church and service is about to start. I take in the whole scene. I notice people to my left conversing and greeting. I see a crown scattered about and people in various conversation. I see all the pews and the stage up front. The stage is blurry and I dont focus on it too much. I see another bathroom down a ways and too the right. For whatever reason I walk to that. I walk past the womens and enter the mens. It is dimly lit and there is one toilet on the right and a sink on the left back wall. The entire right wall is glass. I can see through into the womens bathroom. The bathroom is identical to the mens and I see a large woman pulling her pants down and sitting on the toilet. It seems that she cant see me and it think it must be a two way mirror. I try to respect her privacy and advert my eyes and quickly leave the restroom.

      Then I am in an elevator. The interior is minimalistic, plush and cream color. (now that I think about it... like a casket!) I push a button. The elevator begins to malfunction. I feel it tilt back and get smaller. I an now lying at an incline. I push some other button. Then it compacts into a ceiling with metal beams. I hit the stop button. I am so stuck I can't move.

      I quickly WILD to have an OBE to go get help. I see a lady at a desk. I tell her my body is stuck in an elevator and I need to get it out before I die. I move out of my body. It feels so natural and familiar to do this. I go through the wall and see a lady at a help desk. She is an African American woman in a red blose. I quickly explain to her that my body is trapped. She tells me a bunch of instructions. I dont remember. Maybe I am still stoned?

      I go now to do whatever it is she told me. I am now walking through the spot where the pool is. I see a lot more people there and I don't bother to take a dip this time. I walk to a concrete walk and spot an elevator door. I feel that this is where my dying body is. I pry the door open with my hands. There are more doors behind the first. They are red with purple trim. I get through a total of four doors and my body slips out. I catch... me. My body is limp and cold. I find it very odd to touch my body from outside of myself. I drop... me. And I try to use my mind to enter back into my body. It does not work. I am getting panicky.

      I scream, "I don't want to die!"

      I lay down next to myself and try whatever I did to exit now to re-enter. Nothing is working. I look to my right at myself and see a hand with a respirator to my body's face. I see hands doing chest compressions. I am still not back in my body. The light fades and everything goes dark.


      *Holy Shit. I think I will avoid elevators for a while.

      Updated 07-18-2012 at 11:46 PM by 5967 (I forgot to mention the song. I had to look it up to be sure.)

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    6. Lucid Porn Class

      by , 05-25-2012 at 01:59 AM
      I liked this dream despite a few strange elements. It's the first dream I've ever had where I purposefully chose my gender during the dream, one of the best transformations ever!

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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The school day has started and I am walking the halls asthough a student, a backpack slung over my shoulder. I feel like a spy, oragent of some police force sent to figure out who is selling drugs or testscores, though nothing I see or do suggests this. It’s just a feeling.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head down a set of stairs to my classroom, and the area iscluttered with people standing outside the door. It seems class isn’t open yet,and the bustle of people around me is causing quite a jam, spilling onto thestairs as well. Looking over at some of the people coming down the stairs Irealize they all have their blue books, ready to head to their class. I don’thave a blue book, or perhaps my teacher doesn’t use them, but I really feel Ishould have one of the blue books.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we stand there it becomes clear that some other teacherhas left the campus for some unknown reason, and their students were sent to myclass as there was no other place to send them. I can’t imagine what it is thatwould drive a teacher to leave so abruptly and cause their class to have tocombine with another. It must have been serious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We finally are let into the classroom and allowed to findseats as best we can. Standing there I feel a little anxious about not having myblue book, a feeling of confusion that we should have them but no one in sightexcept for the other class has brought them. I sit down at a desk with my backto the wall, the open doorway to my right and beyond the girl sitting next tome. People in the class start pairing up and sharing their blue books, and Ilook around to see if anyone is near me that will share. The girl sitting nextto me (on the right) is cute and she smiles at me before bumping her deskcloser to mine. A book is open on her desk and it’s clear she means to let mesee it also but I don’t believe it is the blue book we’re supposed to have.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]In the row in front of me and diagonally to my right isanother cute girl, and she doesn’t mind sharing her book with me. She’s not as sexy-cute as thefirst girl but still very pretty, and her willingness to help me out is atremendous relief. At the front of the class a video is showing, displayed onan older tube-style TV on a stand. Not many people seem to be paying attentionto it and I find I am distracted by the girl before me, more so as she reachesback to me and we hold hands on a blanket that has appeared between us. I feelgrateful the teacher can not see us holding hands below the folds of the lumpyblanket.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The teacher has to leave class for a few minutes, presumablyto use the bathroom, and oddly he puts on his sport coat, a brownish tweedjacket that is a relic from years past. He hands me the remote for the TV and Ipresume it is because I am the oldest, and likely the most responsible, in theclass. It’s long and similar to the remote for my Sony TV so I feel comfortablebeing in control of the video, and I think he knew this. He walks out and thedoor shuts behind him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the door shut and the teacher gone, the paired upcouples in the classroom begin making out. It’s rather surprising for aclassroom that so many people would be able to hook up so quickly, though I’mnot opposed to the behavior. To enhance the mood someone changes the TV programto a pornographic movie though it doesn’t seem to encourage people to watch theTV. The girl I had been holding hands with has gotten up from her seat and hasmoved closer to the TV stand so she has room to smoke her bong. I’m impressedthat she has been able to get a bong into school, and I observe her take in arather large hit of smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My friend Pearce has also been smoking weed and he seems tobe talking to me about the experience, though I’m barely listening. He hasbecome super-high, he tells me, and he definitely prefers this effect over theeffects of Ecstasy. This prompts me to reach into my backpack and pull out astring of blue pills, similar to a candy necklace, and I break one off and popit into my mouth. I hold the string upto his view and say, “I much prefer Ecstasy to weed.” I then lower the stringinto a film canister, placing a few coins on top to keep the pills from pryingeyes should I ever be investigated.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking around a couple desks and up to the front of theclass by the TV I reach my hand out to the girl I had been holding hands with.She extends her hand and shakes mine. “I never got to properly meet youearlier.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Cat.” Her hand is soft.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this moment I become completely lucid and debate how I shouldanswer her. I could go female or male, and during this time my appearance seemsto take on a fluid appearance, a shifting of colors and swirls that I can seealong my arms and legs. Guessing her to be more attracted to males and unlikelyto be a lesbian I decide to go with male and my form immediately solidifies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Charles.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My clothes have changed, and I’m wearing a light-blue denimshirt. I can feel a goatee on my face and my hair is now short. It’s a weirdfeeling being in this body but it seems to suit the situation better. I feelmore confident that she and I will make out soon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Sniffing the air I have a moment of clarity and realize weneed to clear out the pot smoke from the room. I start looking around for some other source of smell, something worthyof opening a window. Behind me is an open doorway leading into a small bathroomand a rather homely-looking boy is sitting on the toilet. My gaze is returnedby a smile filled with braces gone wild, and a slight wave. In my mind Iidentify him as Dumpy-Humphrey, mainly because of his similarity to a boy Iwent to school with. [/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The pooping boy is a good start but I know we will needsomething more. I really need something stronger, something everyone hates.With a burst of courage and a lack of shame I shout to the class, “I need agirl to throw up!” I request a girlbecause they’re more likely to be acquainted with sticking their finger down their throat and puking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Thankfully one of the girls obliges and makes a nice spot inthe corner. Good. I explain to the other girl I thought was cute; “We couldopen up a window now because of the smell, to air things out and not besuspicious.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing the teacher is likely returning any second I take aquick look around the room. The TV is still on and the people on the screenseem awfully familiar, and look suspiciously like the people in the porn movieThe Room which Adult Swim likes to air on April Fool’s Day. Oh my God, I think,is the TV still showing PORN??!! No, it’sokay, I realize it’s just the show from earlier and someone has kindly switchedit back from the adult movie during the time I was looking for someone to throwup. All is well.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    7. Wild Thang

      by , 04-29-2012 at 02:53 PM
      In a previous dream, I was with my sister and we were looking for something. We were outside walking around and at one point she is hugging me, I'm hugging her back of course. Somehow I become sexually attracted to my sister here, but I want to stay in denial about it and resist that sexual attraction throughout the rest of the dream. We came across a old house that is half fallen apart from weathering. The roof is mostly gone and a good portion of the one upstairs wall also. This is where I start to go a little lucid and have some fun. I peel back the walls of the house with telekenisis as if they were layers of an onion, until only the stairs leading to the basement remain. Doing this seems to shorten our search, I just can't remember what we are looking for. It must have been something good though, as if it were gold or something I feel. I know I head down into the basement with my sister still searching and someone else shows up to help, but then my dream transitions to the next one.


      The next dream still has the same thing, though this time it is my female cousin who is actually flirting with me. This time I just go along with it and I'm flirting back with her. It seems she gets out of some of her clothes and as we are walking around outside I'm play teasing her with her black panties. I keep following her and she has headed into this tent. She is lying down inside the tent and I start play teasing with her black panties again and looking at her good stuff.

      From there I just remember walking up some steps in a park with plenty of DCs around. There is a girl there handing out stuff, but everyone is ignoring her for some reason. As I near her, out of curiousity I stop and she hands me some stuff. I take it not wanting to be rude. I'm still following the flow of the crowd up into this building in the park, and as I go I notice that among the stuff she gave me is a joint of pot. I'm a little concerned I'm carrying this thing, so I start looking for a place to ditch it. I'm in the building now, decending a spiral staircase that hugs the outer wall. When I think no one is looking, I chuck the joint over the railing and let it fall wherever. About halfway down I start noticing it is smoky in here, and when I get to the bottom I see a bunch of people smoking pot all over the place. Guess I really didn't have to worry about the one I was carrying. I was down there, amused by the goings on for a few minutes, but then I had enough of it and left. I headed back up to the main floor. It turns out that some DCs actually live in this odd shaped building and it is their home. They were telling me that they own this and land in the park, even though it is a public park as well. Something like grandfather rights or something. Seems unusual, but I try not to think about it too much. As I was leaving I cross this neat little outdoor garden area kept in a greko-roman style, complete with statues and a little walkway. After I went through this area I woke up.
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    8. A lot of time left (from 8th December 2010 to 9th December 2010)

      by , 10-18-2011 at 08:56 PM (Oneiric Mirror)
      I left work, but i didn´t do the passage of my shift´s service to F. I went back t the workplace to give F some info ,it was already night, and when i arrived to the workplace, the installation seemed inside a paper factory,with unframed windows, metal handrails and cement passages. Through the window I could see the setting from one side to the other and decided to enter. Inside it seemed even more like a paper factory. There were dozens and dozens of workers in a meeting near an hydraulic jack, an orange jack.

      They were in a meeting, and there were two people talking while the others listened.

      There was a responsible official who spoke that near him was an employee that consumed pot, and would therefore be expelled. I was walking around the worker´s mob, just looking... none of them seemed to account for my presence there, except one, who was hanging upside down, with red hair,a helmet in the head, and when I passed him, he smiled so evil, showing all his teeth, and without making a single sound.

      Suddenly i was in a roof top, it was already day time. This roof had skylights, which were very large windows, with old wood frames, slightly Victorian. It was light brown wood.

      Through the skylight i saw a room with large shelves with lots and lots of books.

      F was there, sitting at a table with an open book.
      It appeared to be a library.

      F was combed with a risk too close beside the head with grease and had a coat and pants and grey boots.

      It seemed like the way you would dress in the the English industrial revolution of the workers (near the Victorian age).

      When I saw him I thought: " I finally found him and I can give him the info".

      Before i could reach F i saw an old man with white hair, a little bald, with a gray suit (but lighter than F´s clothes), looking like a buttler, who seemed to be the librarian,so i tried to whisper instead of talking normally.

      I knocked at the skylight´s glass and said:

      "Passage of Service".


      He looked at me, smiled and rose from the table. He came to me and I asked him if F was studying for exams in college, he did not respond directly to it.

      He only said: "There is still a lot of time left."

      Updated 10-19-2011 at 10:21 AM by 49505

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    9. Wine and Bullies

      by , 02-22-2011 at 03:23 PM
      My dream started off with me on the bus going home heading back from the high school. (Which is a little weird because I rarely took the bus and I'm also in college now...) And since I haven't been back home for a while, things changed. The bus rout is now completely different and now we even used the small blue hippie buses I guess. I rode the bus, got off the bus and had about a 15 minute walk then to my house. On the way, this REALLY old time southern girl stopped to talk to me. "Hey! Would you like a sip of this wine?" I was like, "Sure." I went over, tried the wine and thought it was AMAZING! Which is weird because in reality, I do NOT like drinking. I then told her I'd see her later and stuff. I then got on another bus and I guess it took me back to the high school. I went around and maybe wanted to say "Hi" to my old teachers that I really liked. But then, I saw the wine girl again and she was screaming at me "HEY NILE! If you ever want to smoke some grass, call me!" I thought that was quite weird, so I kept on walking away and just decided to walk back home (which is a LONG walk). When walking away from the school, 2 guys that I never necessarily liked at school came up to me - but I never expected them to try to beat me up! They said "Hey, last time all we did was throw a snowball at you, this time we're gonna' beat the shit out of you." WHICH WAS THE CRAZY PART! THEY REFERENCED ANOTHER DREAM I HAD!!! (And I've never been in a fight, so I'd probably be the wussiest fighter ever. Which I was.) I caught them off guard, kneed one in the nuts, kicked the other in the balls. One was down forever, the other was still up, trying to knock me down. I then had to punch him in the balls. Which I did. And me punching him in the balls, turned out to be me just punching the wall next to me... in real life. I woke up after punching my wall. It hurt. Quite a bit, actually.
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    10. Family reunion and underwear issues

      by , 07-24-2010 at 09:39 AM (scumpy's journey to lucidity...)
      ok this was my second night of journaling, I remembered way more... so much that I'll just give a brief overview. I'm not really sure which parts were part of the same dream cause I remember waking up a few times in between.

      1) Remember smoking pot with a high school friend and then him taking me to a sports club in the town I grew up in. He has organized 2 sets of twins for us to have sex with and so we do but it's not an intense experience more like just a third person experience or something with no sensation. Later I remember us having had a meal and I had to do the dishes under an outside faucet. Then we leave and go to another part of town which is in another country - could have been India. Lots of kids crowd around us and an adult throws me in the back of the head with a rock, it doesn't hurt so I just let it pass. I walk down a corridor with two of my other school friends until we get to a certain point where the one leading tells the other friend that he can't come any further. I get the feeling we're going to a room where we can get crack. (all these friends are from my drug addicted teen years). I either wake up or can't remember anymore.

      2) I travel from the same sports club with the 1st friend complaining how expensive that sports club is. My Father is there and this is the place (in my dream) where he hangs out so I feel like I'm dissing him and his friends.

      3) I'm at my childhood home and lots of my extended family are there, at some point they are kicking a soccer ball around in the living room. I notice some other random kid form my high school years is also there. I notice that I am in my underwear so I grab a blanket and go to my parents room to sort out some clothing issues. My father is sleeping in his room and I try not to wake him. At some point I'm in the living room and I have an argument with my aunt about ADD. She says that rittalin is a good thing and I argue telling her that ADD kids are special and that they just can't fit in a classroom situation because they were never meant to, they were meant to be great explorers and hunters and fighter pilots (I really said that)

      4) At some point I notice my brother in law has the same total 90 soccer boots as me and has a matching tracksuit

      Updated 07-28-2010 at 12:10 PM by 34248

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      non-lucid , dream fragment