31.01.2012 NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID These dreams probably did not occur in chronological order. Dream 1: Ordering To-Go at Vietnamese Restaurant I'm at the Vietnamese Taste Restaurant I occasionally go to so I can get some of the Sweet and Sour Chicken with Fried Rice. I wait as usual for my meal since I'm ordering it To-Go. Usually there's a bell that the cookers use so the waiters know the order is done. One of the DC waiters (can't remember their faces in the dream) did not hear the bell the first time. But I go up to go to the cash register since I knew my order was ready, and the cook rang the bell again for the waiter to hear. This time, the sound was lower than before, but the waiter came up to get the order through the small shelf they put the order through the kitchen. (Maybe because the waiter saw me near the cash register) When the employee was wrapping the meal up in a bag for me, I see a huge jar to the left of the bag that had a lot of Fried Rice, and this was supposed to be my meal. But when the person was done tying the bag, which they did a horrible job doing in the dream, I ended up ordering something on the bottom of the bag (which was most likely my Sweet an Sour Chicken with Fried Rice), and on the top of it was another To-Go Box with Fried rice and a California Spring Roll (crispy version, not the Sushi kind). The box with the Fried Rice and Spring Roll alone was open slightly, but I didn't pay too much attention to this. I get on my bicycle and go to the typical route back to my apartment, which is probably 2-3 minutes to get back to on a bicycle. I'm getting near the Stop Sign at the intersection, and usually I don't stop completely in waking life on a bicycle since not a lot of cars pass through this area anyway. But I see a police vehicle hiding somewhere (clever guy), so I used the breaks on the front wheel to stop completely (I was holding the meal with my right hand most likely, but I probably forgot I had it in my hand in the first place). I turn to the left and kept heading straight until I get to my apartment. Now the dream scenario changes turns dark all of a sudden when I get near my Apartment. I think I saw two guys talking to each other near the Apartment complex, but I couldn't recall what they were saying. I can't remember anything else from that dream. Dream 2: Searching New Areas at my University I'm at Texas A&M University now, and it seems that I'm checking out new areas in the dream. I see this DC that looks like a dude named Brian who also goes to the same University looking for something. The setting is probably set in late afternoon, and he's just slowly walking and observing what's inside of the tinted glass doors. I follow him, but I don't think he pays attention to me following him. I pull out a piece of paper from my pocket, and a map of the area I am appears. The map I'm holding is pretty accurate, and most of the buildings are colored in maroon on it (just like if you went to the map website on the college's main website), and it had the building abbreviations as well. If I remember correctly, to the left of where I was standing, the building was supposed to be be labeled "SVC" or "SLC." I think it was the latter more likely, so I put the map back somewhere (probably in the pocket of my jeans, I just don't remember doing it). I go inside the building that is in front of the SVC/SLC building, and I see it's like a study area for students. It was basically bigger than the area in waking life where they have a study area that was so hard to make reservations at times because so many people would be there. It was really spacious, with a lot of DCs. I still think this is reality though, and like in waking life, I tried not to pay attention to all of the DCs around me. It was pretty busy, and I saw one familiar face when I entered the building. She looked exactly like the girl I worked in a group on a Biochemistry drug project on Eldepryl and how it can help patients with Parkinson's Disease. Let's call her Anna. Anna was sitting down somewhere with a small group of DCs, but I didn't pay attention to her, I just remember her smiling a little bit. I turn to my right in the building and move forward towards some open door. I go in and there are more students sitting down near computers, and there was this female DC who was asking them for certain numbers, and these numbers ended up being how many people they planned to bring into this large study area, so I guess these were just reservations. I can't remember what else I did in this area, but I do know that when I decided to head back, I see another familiar DC. Let's call her Alejandra, she's wearing a really weird outfit. She's wearing a gray shirt with some black lettering to it, and I think she was wearing pink leggings as well with a really small skirt over it. She was talking about how she got 2/50 for her grade on something. I didn't focus too much on it other than acknowledging to her on how it must've sucked getting that grade. Then a small child to the right of her, who was blonde I believe, told me that she got a 1/50 on the same assignment (most likely), but she added that she didn't have to worry about dealing with her parents. I wondered what she meant by that, she obviously made a horrible score on the assignment, but I just smiled and continued going back to where I started. Then I find myself following this blonde female child for some reason. We were going up the stairs, down the stairs, almost everywhere, even the elevator as well. Then after a while of this random journey in random areas of the huge study area, I start to ask the DC if she's trying to joke around with me. I think I ask her this when I'm up the stairs, and I hear a voice saying "Okay Okay, I'm just joking around" or something along those lines. So I head downstairs, but at this point, I forget what else I was doing. I was so confused where I was because there was just too many places to explore. Everything was wide and spacious to even remember the smallest details here. All I knew was that in my peripheral vision, there would be tables, chairs, computers, etc to verify that this was a large study area. Dream 3: Terry Crews Misses His Dog Apparently Terry Crews misses his dog, and he gives some deep and emotional speech that appears in black/dark blue text over a green background. It was like a poem to a point, and he was talking about how that whenever he goes to do a film or movie, his dog would miss him and would watch him on T.V. He said that when he comes back home, that the dog will really show how much it missed him, and that they'll finally have time to be with each other. Dream 4: At Tennis Courts This dream was realistic compared to the previous one, but on the same level on the two dreams before the third dream I mentioned. I was inside the Tennis Courts that resembled that ones at Cypress Lakes High School. I think I'm trying to throw Tennis balls over to the other court for the other guys. I have trouble throwing them over the wired fence, some almost reached over, but they recoiled from the fence and came back to me. Then there was one ball that goes over the fence, but not to the other court, and other DCs were trying to throw tennis balls to the other side, but one did a complete fail by throwing it on the field where some people did long distance running. Which meant that they had to get someone to open the gate, but luckily the balls I threw didn't go over there. I get out of the tennis courts to dash towards the tennis balls outside the court, and then I'm in a different court overall. It's like seeing a portal of another set of Tennis Courts from a different High School. I saw an older DC wearing glasses and some blue sports shorts and was wearing a white vest. He was busy rallying with some other DC, and then I went back to finding the Tennis balls. Two tennis balls were on the bleachers, and I see above me on the left someone was sitting watching the DCs rallying with each other. His back was facing me, so I asked him if these Tennis balls are theirs. He said "No," and I grabbed them and was transitioned back to the Tennis Courts at Cypress Lakes High School. Oh my way, I see a group of the girls who were on the Tennis team when I was in the school my Sophomore and Junior year sitting down near the wall to watch people rally with each other. I mostly saw females sitting down rather than males for some reason. Then there's another familiar face that should've made me do an RC because I never saw her in the Tennis team. The girl was in the Art 3 class I had, I don't want to reveal her whole name, so let's call her "Bena." "Bena" was sitting down near the wall like the other female DCs that a person would use to rally with the ball if there wasn't someone else to play with, or to warm up. I asked "Bena" if I could borrow her racket. It looked like a Wilson K Factor, K tour Racket (my memory of racket names is limited since I only played Tennis in High School). She said "Sure!" in a happy tone, (she was always a positive and cheerful in waking life), and she gave me her racket, and she also mentioned what was bulging on the side of my pants with a giggling smile. I just tell her that it's just tennis balls inside my pocket. She probably made the "oh okay" expression, and I turn back to finding a vacant Tennis Court to play on. The one to the left of me had people playing, so I think I headed to the one on the right of it. Then I had the urge to just practice serving some Kick Serves and some Slice Serves. So I probably headed to get a small crate of tennis balls, but I can't remember anything else after that. Spoiler for Random information...: I used to just serve a lot until someone wanted to play with me since they were probably afraid of trying to beat me in serving (probably because I was in Varsity and a Senior ). I used to put so much spin on the ball at a fast rate that the ball would go at a velocity that would force it to go way past a person's hitting level). Serving was definitely the part that I had down because I would constantly look at Pete Sampras' and Roger Federer's videos of their old matches. I also watched an instructional video on serving that helped me do a lot with my overall performance. But enough about revealing about my time playing Tennis in High School.
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