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    1. The Principal is Visiting

      by , 06-04-2011 at 02:25 AM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This week at school, I was using the school computers to make a powerpoint presentation for my Chemistry class. I finished a few of the slides on Monday and saved the file. Then I opened up the file on another computer and finished the rest of the presentation. When I went to present it yesterday for class, instead of giving me the finished version of the file, it gave me the version with only the first few slides. I didn't know how this happened and even now I don't know. This must have been the reason for the following dream.

      A very short dream. I was my room, sitting on a plush, red, cube-shaped chair at my desk. The desk was fairly deep, black-stained wood, with metal handles for the two drawers on the left-hand side. My silver macbook pro was sitting on the center of the desk, and my printer was on the back left corner. Unlike in real life, there were no posters on the beige walls where the desk was positioned. There was no lamp, or photos... It was empty. There was nothing on the floor, either. The lighting in the room was a bit dim and moody.

      I turned to the left, facing the door to my room. I expected the principal of my school to walk in at any moment. However, she was already in the room; she was sitting on a regular fold-out plastic and metal chair.

      "Finally, you're here," I told her, completely ignoring how I'd been waiting for her to arrive despite the fact she was already in my bedroom. "I've been having problems with my files at school. You have to call the I.T. guys to come over here and see what the problem is."

      That's all I remember.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 06:59 PM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. War Again? This time, invasion.

      by , 06-02-2011 at 11:18 AM (fOrceez's Quirky Subconscious!)
      Notes| Dream|Lucid

      1st June

      I don't remember much about the beginning of the dream. We were at school, Jacson and other people from school. It may have been raining?
      We were then in the gym of the school, all seated watching a movie really loud. We heard hissing sound that was gradually getting louder and louder. It was a missile that had hit a few hundred meters from school. Jacson and I looked out a window (that isn't actually there in the etheric plane) and saw soldiers parachuting down onto the roads. At first, i thought they were going to kill all civilians but they were only ordered to invade with little resistance as possible.
      Eventually, we had a few soldiers come investigate the gym (I really don't know why we had the movie playing so loud in the first place.) I remember accompanying a few people open the door. The soldiers said they weren't looking for trouble and were just checking out no 'resistance-gather' was being held in here.
      I don't remember telling them what we were doing but one of them made fun of me. I think I attacked him.. then the scene changed.
      I was at home, the invasion had already finished. I walked outside and saw new people unpacking, they were moving in. Dad came home from work and told me to call Mum, she was still in Sydney. I was to fill her in on what had happened and to warn her to be careful.
      One of the new neighbours came over to greet ups, he was a really nice fellow, friendly. He even gave us gifts (isn't it supposed to be the other way around?).
      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    3. Disrespecting The Dead.

      by , 06-02-2011 at 10:32 AM (Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal)
      This dream was incredibly vivid, and I seem to remember it in a more linear fashion than most dreams.
      I was at school, after the day had finished for some kind of lesson. I don't recall what teacher we had, but I believe he was Mr Ryan, one of the most racist and sexist teachers at my school. We were in the metal/wood work block, waiting to find out what classroom we were going to be having the lesson in, and someone said to use Mr Gill's room.

      We walked across to the social sciences block, and up the stairs to his room, where the door wasn't locked and we went inside. For some reason though, there was no power in the classroom, and we needed Mr Gill to come turn it on for us. I checked out the window, and Mr Gill was standing in the parking lot with his arms folded staring into the distance. Mr Ryan called out to him, and he came up to the classroom.

      We turned on a video for our lesson on the projector, though the board was on the wrong side of the room compared to usual. Mr Ryan and Mr Gill were standing behind me, and they started having a conversation about a very rude student, due to how rude Cowan was being. I accidentally pressed a switch on a powerboard with my foot, and turned out two of the rows of lights. This confused me, as they're controlled by switches on the wall, but when I looked up I noticed they were plugged into an extension cable, and it made sense, since I'd just turned off that plug. When I looked up again, a different set of lights were on, in a staggered sort of patter. I didn't want to mess with the switch any more, since I might have been in trouble for fiddling with the lights if I did.

      I tuned back into the conversation the teachers were having behind me about the student, and they were talking about how he had severe problems, and had killed himself. I don't remember the boy's name, but I'd thought I'd heard of him before, but I'm not sure I actually know him. Mr Ryan started talking about how it was good riddance, while Mr gill said it was tragic. Cowan butted in, saying how he knew how it happened - that he'd spun out his WRX and he was an idiot because he couldn't control it. I told him how he was being really disrespectful, but I had a bit of trouble wording the sentence. Mr Gill agreed with me, and Cowan said
      "Whoa! Someone actually agreed with Alex on something." I was getting really sick of him being so rude. I pulled out my laptop, and loaded up a computer forum which is normally blocked at school. Tim was surprised that it was unblocked and he'd never known before.


      When I woke up after this dream, I transitioned out into SP without moving. I gained too much awareness, though, and found my throat was extremely dry and I was sleeping on my arm, which was already really sore. I swallowed a few times, and figured I wouldn't be able to DEILD because there was too much noise and light, so I got up and wrote this into my DJ instead, but it's nice to see I could have DEILD'd!
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Flying, and Sky TV

      by , 06-02-2011 at 12:58 AM (Byte's Adventures in Wherever Dreams Are.)
      First DJ entry! I've been ill, and so kinda delirious. Here's how last night went...

      Black = Dream
      Blue = Real Life
      Other colours are there for effect

      The dream started with me in school, in the middle of a maths lesson.
      (I didn't realize until afterwards that my lesson was in a French classroom) I then remembered that it was half-term, and thought to myself "What the balls?". Then everything started to fade to black,
      {Sudden realization of being in a dream}
      so I looked at my hands and yelled 'Clarity NOW!'. All of the DCs in the room just stared at me, and I thought "Well screw being in here", and decided I was gonna fly. I fell out of the window, and I just sorta flew, Mario 64-style.
      {Forgetting I'm dreaming}
      Gravity decides to be a B!+[# and sends me plummeting to my doom.
      Hit floor.
      Wake up in bed.

      I'm sick in the bathroom, and have diarrhea. I wash off and go back to sleep...

      I'm at a roundabout that I walk through almost every day. I somehow instantly know I'm dreaming, and wonder what to do next. The world starts to fade, so I focus on my hand again. It doesn't work, and I wake up.

      Back out of bed, into the bathroom. More sick, more poop.

      I'm back at the roundabout, but this time my cousin is with me. I still half-know i'm dreaming. Theres a giant floating panel of TV about 20m away, with the Sky TV guide up. (Like the advert with King Arthur) So we watch it. It turns out to be pr0nz, so we walk off. I wake up.

      I get up for my day normally. No sick!
    5. Making Love | Delivering Nothing

      by , 06-01-2011 at 02:42 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Making Love

      I was making love to a gorgeous woman, but she wanted to stop.
      Then I was in a high-school setting. (In waking life I am in trucking school).
      I wanted to get out of there so bad, so I left about three and a half hours
      early. I was afraid at first, but later it seemed I wasn't going to get in any
      trouble.

      --

      Delivering Nothing

      I was delivering something in a ridiculous personal vehicle. It was like a go-cart or something.
      I was driving on the highway and I was the only person on the road. I got off at an exit, looked
      back, and noticed I left the trailer at home.

      I was going to have to go back home to get the trailer, but instead I ended up in
      line at a strange machine. I needed a ticket or something. I put in 2 quarters and
      got a card with two rows of mirrors, one red card with information of some sort,
      and two halves of a red card, but they weren't ripped. I didn't understand what I was
      supposed to have or what help any of this stuff offered, and the tickets I got seemed
      so random, I decided to pay another quarter to see what I would get. I never put in
      the quarters though.

      Instead, I dream-skipped into a room with some acquaintances from high-school. I told
      them I had seen R.B.--someone we went to school with. One of the people asked, "Where
      does he work now?" I told him I didn't know, or that I didn't ask. The guy rolled his eyes
      at me as if to say, "You talked to him, but you can't answer the most basic question about
      what he's doing?!"

      I explained to him that R.B. and I never hung out in school. We weren't friends, but I had
      talked to him, so if you want to "go" (fight), we can go right now. I walked up on him and
      he was a foot taller than I was. I wasn't scared at all, but I said that since that would be immature,
      than just understand that I didn't know where R.B. worked, so just leave it at that.

      As an aside, there were two cute girls there. I got a good look at the blonde. She was nice to
      look at.

      I then walked over to a cubby hole and found some information I had lost. There were pads with
      drawings on them and a bunch of other written journals and stuff. It was all very familiar, and I
      was glad that I had found them. In waking life, I don't have the stuff. I guess it was a false memory.

      I collected all the material into my arms and that dream ended.
    6. 06/01/11 Sleep (1) 12:00AM - 6:20AM

      by , 06-01-2011 at 01:10 PM (Graham's DJ)
      My dream had to do with people from my school/class making a video (I guess like a montage) of our senior year. I remember being picked to star in one of the bigger scenes, but decided to give my role to someone else. Time lapse and I'm now in a classroom with the desks facing the center of the room, where a teacher is standing. I don't remember much, but I think we were going to collaborate on writing a song.

      For the past few days I have almost completely forgotten my RCs and ADA. I am going to try to start it up again today, though.
      Tags: school, video
      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Creepy Church Service, in Band Again, and Some Others

      by , 05-31-2011 at 04:21 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I remember being in a church, sitting at a pew. Some really creepy piano music started to play, and people started to chant this weird song. Bars came down from the pews in front of everyone and trapped us (kind of like the safety bars on roller coasters). I looked to my left, and 3 or 4 guys in suits were sitting next to one another chanting, looking extremely creepy. I was a little weirded out, so I somehow got of the bar that was trapping me and left.

      ~

      I walked into the dorm I was supposed to be living in for the semester. My mom had it all set up; she had my bed all made and my clothes all put away. The dorm looked much nicer and spacier than the one I had freshman year. In fact, the floors were carpeted, and there were 2 TVs!

      However, there were 3 other beds...I had 3 other roommates. o_o

      I remember laying down on my bed. I figured out it was a water bed. My mom had made it up with some really nice bedspread. I remember it being a dark red color. I remember talking to my mom, and her saying I probably wouldn't be able to go to bed early, because she remembered hearing the other girls talk about some German person coming in that night. I then asked my mom if she had brought my underwear and pants. She said no, and I asked her to go get them, or maybe I said I'd get them myself, can't quite recall.

      I then remember one of the roommates coming in. She had long-ish dark brown hair pulled back into pigtails. She definitely looked like a freshman, probably about 18 or 19. We said hello. I commented to her about the carpets and about how much nicer that dorm was than my old one. I remember her putting away her underwear in dresser drawers. It was mostly thongs. She started telling me about what she was going to wear the next day when her and her boyfriend bought weed.

      I then remember I had somehow gotten my pants and underwear, and I was putting them away in the two dresser drawers below the two that the other girl had put her things away in.

      I remember seeing a flyer about some girl named Irene who, if you payed her a dollar, you could have your cat in the dorms. I thought about bringing Belle, my cat, into the dorms. I thought about her sleeping on my bed with me. I don't think I decided to bring her for some reason.

      I also remember thinking about how I kinda felt like a freshman again, new to and excited about the college world.


      ~

      I was in high school band again. I remember sitting in a band room. My high school band teacher was there. I had my clarinet, and was reading the music on the page. The reed felt weird in my mouth. It was an old reed. I remember I was close to last chair. I thought I may have actually been last chair, but a couple of people sat down to my left. They had 3rd part music, and I had 2nd part. I thought hard about playing clarinet regularly again.

      I remember thinking that maybe I should play bass clarinet instead, since I have one, I played it all through high school, and there were no bass clarinet players in this band. However, I stayed where I was and continued to play.


      ~

      I remember trying to "Like" something on my old friend (who is no longer my friend in waking life for some reason :/) Jane's Facebook. It said that she didn't allow "Likes" on her Facebook.

      I then remember seeing her playing something on the piano. I wanted to help her, because she was having trouble. I started trying to nicely help her. She accepted the help and was being very friendly towards me.

      Then, I remember seeing a monitor on Kacey's computer. The background was a picture of her and I jumping in the air doing some weird karate poses. If you started the computer up, it was a video that stopped at the point that we jumped in the air, turning it into a picture or still-frame. Random.

      Anyway, we all had to go to this pep rally thing that was outside. Everyone was standing up in a grassy area. People were performing some talent show. Jane was going to play the music that I had tried to help her with. I remember seeing either me or someone else with these crazy, giant porcupine-looking quills in their hair that was part of some cheer leading or dance squad called the Quillin' something or another, I can't remember. They were going to perform against another cheer leading or dance squad.

      But back to Jane. She got up to the piano. It looked like a child's play piano, it was red and low to the ground. She put her music up and just stared at it for awhile. A man was standing behind her, and asked her if she knew the music well. She said she didn't, but she was going to play through it anyway. I was standing to her right. She would start play, would mess up, then start again. I felt very bad for her, I wanted to help her. This went on for awhile. It got to the point where I had to look the other direction.

      I then remember something about being in two different groups. We were somewhere that we weren't supposed to be, in some shack or some other kind of building. People were looking for us. I remember some piece of seafoam green yarn that was split into to different pieces, but converged into one piece. I remember someone on the other end of it who was in the other group very far away talking using the yarn. You could hear her through the yarn. She was asking for help and sounded like she really needed it.

      I remember at some point being back where we were supposed to be, and being surprised at how far away we actually were.
    8. Compulsory Volunteering

      by , 05-28-2011 at 05:14 AM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Dream 2
      Compulsory Volunteering

      I was in front of the entrance to my school's athletic center; this entrance consisted of two large double-doors painted a pale turquoise, against drywall that was painted a very light beige. Vending machines were on either side of the doors (not the case in real life). If you were to exit the athletic center and into the hallway (where I was standing), and turn right, you'd get to an open flight of solid stairs.

      The lighting in the school was dimmer than normal. I could see people walking up and down the stairs, and past me too. I didn't recognize any of their faces, which I could've sworn were kind of blurry.

      I did recognize one person, however - I saw my friend walk up to me and say, "what are you doing? Come on!"

      "What do you mean?" I asked. I was very confused. But for some reason, then I suddenly knew what was going on. "Ugh... What time is it?"

      "Eight".

      She must have meant eight at night, because I felt somewhat tired and was thinking about how I just 'wanted to go home for the night'. Not to mention, the lights were dim and that only happens when the school is closing down for the night. I whined, "I don't want to stay and volunteer for the debate."

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 07:39 PM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. fragment 05-13-11

      by , 05-27-2011 at 05:27 AM (I Have a Problem)
      I was in a classroom and my Tumblr page was being shown on the projector.
      Everyone laughed because I had a Rubik's Cube as a picture.
      Abraham, a classmate, shouted "Rubik's Cube? Really?"
      I felt embarrassed.
    10. THE BOY - Stupid Peers

      by , 05-27-2011 at 12:46 AM (Torra)
      DELETED

      Updated 11-06-2011 at 02:41 AM by 39215

      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. May 25, 2011

      by , 05-26-2011 at 11:18 AM
      Dream sign appeared again, but I completely missed it. Alas. On a side note, I have discovered that for the most part, I can read pretty well in dreams.


      Sleep. I am driving down a street in my van towards the mall, apparently searching for my truck. As I reach an intersection, I accidentally drive into the end of a turning lane from the people turning right, so I turn left on the red and pray no cops catch me. As I am turning, I see my friend Helena practising her driving in a dark sea-green cube van. Once at the mall, I try to park, but the gas and brake keep switching and the van lurches forward. I fear that I have hit the car in front of me, but the lady says that I am just 1mm away. I sigh in relief.

      I am now in the mall, and with me is a young Chinese girl (whose name I later learn is Lindy Yan). She is about eight. My family is adopting her temporarily (like an exchange program). The mall's hallway is narrower than usual, comparable to the width of an elementary school's. I am showing Lindy the various stores, and I ask her if she remembers when we went into Shopper's Drug Mart. She says yes. I tell her that Zeller's is four times as big, and her eyes widen.

      We enter a learning centre that reminds me of the one I currently work at. I am flipping through one of the booklets, and I remark on their similarity to the ones I'm used to seeing, except the grading system is a bit different. I ask Lindy in a "parent voice" if it looks fun. She gives me a firm, "No." So I look outside the centre and see the Zeller's, so I ask her if she wants to go into it. Lindy agrees.

      As soon as we enter, I sit down on a bench to rest. I watch as Annie, a girl in my sociology class, and Rob, a boy who was in my split-grade French class last year, enter together. I wave and call them over. Annie, however, says that she is not Annie, but a Paige. (At this point, Lindy Yan has vanished). I apologize, saying that I always confused the names of the girls in my French class (Paige/Hannah, Holly/Daniella).

      While I am telling her this, I appear in my French class from last year, which is located in the Upper West Wing of my school. When I walk outside the classroom, I am in the Upper East Wing and realize that the room behind me was my Sociology/English classroom. Right beside the door is Joe, who has a big black box in which there is a pale coffee-coloured substance with the consistency of soft ice cream. He is adding white glue to it and stirring. When I ask him what it is, he tells me it is ice cream.

      He eats the whole thing after scooping it into a giant Tim Horton's travel mug. I ask him if he can make more, except in chocolate, and he agrees and gets started making it. By this time, we have teleported to the opposite side of the hall and down one door. My friends come out of my Sociology classroom and join us. Jay, one of my friends, tells us that Rock Band is up and running back in the classroom, but there is only room for four. We decide to split our group of eight in half, with four eating ice cream and four playing Rock Band. Then, we'll switch. I decide to eat my ice cream first. However, when I peek into the classroom next to my Sociology class (the one currently across the hall from me), I see my friend Leia. Since she is looking incredibly bored, I invite her to join us. Wake.

      Updated 05-26-2011 at 11:23 AM by 3798

      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. 5/25/11 - Back

      by , 05-26-2011 at 01:55 AM (School 2)
      Dream; Semi-Lucid; Lucid; Memorable; 1-4 My Recollection;

      edit: As far as I know this was my first dj, but it was so long ago and I've cleared out many entries.
      4; I take a quick look down to watch me rise above the ground, not gaining much. Some invisible dc behind me, I feel like I could rise quickly, thought 'to the skies.'
      ____________




      A guardian angel? He says, "No."

      Updated 06-02-2012 at 01:15 PM by 25261

      Tags: flight, school, space
      Categories
      memorable , lucid
    13. lost friend on subway; home before class; domestic murder drama

      by , 05-25-2011 at 11:42 AM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was on a subway with my friend H. We were riding above ground. It was night.

      At some point we had had to switch trains. I missed the train, while H got on. I had to wait for a while to get another train.

      I was then on the second train. We were high up above the ground, on some elevated platform that seemed to be a conjunction of a few different tracks, somewhere between stations. The tracks seemed to be on a floor of light beige or white plastic slats.

      I got a call from H. She was at some cafe or restaurant. It may have been our original intention to eat there. But I might now have been much too delayed to meet her there. So she might have decided to eat there herself.

      Dream #2

      It was daytime. I had just come into a house. Outside, snow may have been covering the groud, although it was a sunny day.

      I was in a huge room, which was like a mix between a living room and a study. There was a huge, wall-sized bookshelf along the left wall. There were nice chairs and couches everywhere.

      I may have put something like a jacket down on the back of one of the chairs. I walked toward the back of the room, to a doorway on the left wall.

      I apparently had to get to school. I had arrived home after doing something. Now I barely had time to take a shower and get dressed. Apparently the door I was walking toward was the door to a bedroom and bathroom.

      But I stopped and stood right at the threshold of the door. I looked down, possibly to some book or piece of paper I was holding. I think it was a white piece of paper with sharp, scrawled writing on it in heavy, black lettering.

      I felt like I didn't really need to go to school after all. I thought I would just take it easy at home. After I thought this I felt kind of guilty.

      Not long after this another person may have come into the house. The person may have asked me when I was going to school. I was probably thinking of some way to skirt the question, not have to explicitly say I wasn't going to school.

      Dream #3

      I was in some dark room. I may have seen an old man or old woman walk past me. I follwed the person and found myself in a small theatre.

      The theatre was all black. The seating area was three or four rows of moveable chairs set up on some tiered, wooden structure that had been painted black. There were two long aisles of chairs. I sat down in the front row, in the very far right.

      The play was already running. The stage was just the floor, which was black, and black walls, with perhaps a black velvet curtain against the back wall. The only set piece was some kind of long sign, like a display of text for a museum, set up to run from about waist to head level on square, thin, black metal poles. Everything was lit with gentle incandescent lights.

      An older woman stood in front of the sign. She had red hair and wore a long, slim, but flowing dress made out of some kind of crepe fabric. She looked a little like an older version of the mom in the 1970s version of Freaky Friday.

      The woman may have given a speech and then left. Then the old man came in. He was healthy-looking, but very fat, with tough, tan skin, a bald head with grey-white hair on the sides and some rough, long sideburns. He wore a white toga that left his left shoulder bare.

      Somehow I had gotten the idea that the man had killed the woman, possibly by stabbing her, but also by using some weird kind of remote technological device.

      After the revelation that the man had killed the woman, there was an intermission. During the intermission I walked up to the sign-like set piece on the stage. I watched it really closely. It was like the sign was a video display playing a commercial. One image on the commercial was a red, eye-like object with grey wings, surrounded by darkness.

      Apparently the second part of the play had begun. But it was now like a movie. The view was of a bedroom window, from the outside. The whole scene was lit in a deep blue light.
      The old man climbed into the bedroom through the window. He was holding a knife with a 25cm, wavy blade. He crawled into bed with the woman. Apparently this was when he had stabbed her.
    14. Semi-Conscious Dream... Werid How It Was Achieved

      by , 05-25-2011 at 11:11 AM (Just Dreaming)
      Semi-Conscious Dream... Werid How It Was Achieved (DEILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      My alarm went off, I remember nothing about any dreams that night- so I try falling asleep (the time is 5:31 AM).

      I'm walking in the school gym to my first class. I think its period one so thats where I'm going. I look to my right and I see a group of girls. One of them make a really really stupid comment (forget what it was ). I start laughing at the joke- then the cute girl who said it starts to laugh, too. She is laughing so hard she almost spills her coffee on herself. I said to her , "Whoa, that looks hot. I wouldn't spill that if I were you :3."

      I forget her and keep walking to my Spanish class (period 1). When I get there, none of the people in it are actually in my Spanish class. I saw "Whoa.... The fuck?" and I ask Paul whats going on. He tells me that it's actually period 3 (Geometry).

      I start to walk down to my Geometry class and see the same girl again walking next to me. Once I get there,I realize she looks different- a lot cuter.
      I remember thinking that its the same girl, but that can't be right, she looks all different. I get scared and think "Wake up!"

      Woke up at 5:45 AM. BAM, second lucid. Not how I hoped it would go, but it's better than just sleeping. It's weird, I just went right into a dream state when I feel asleep- but I was able to keep my consciousness the whole time. I questioned why my classes look weird, and I questioned the girl. The classes were actually in the right place, and when I got to geometry- the people in it were the right people... Weird. Would this count as WILD? I'm drawing a blank on what it would be .

      Updated 05-27-2011 at 01:08 AM by 43975 (Bad at spelling)

      Categories
      lucid
    15. Picking Up My Daughter; Your Truck is Fixed/Restaurant a Church for a Survey

      by , 05-25-2011 at 10:58 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Picking Up My Daughter

      I had to pick up my daughter from school. The clock said 3:14. I probably didn't see the numbers strange because
      the dream was not vivid.


      Your Truck is Fixed

      My mechanic called and told me my truck currently in the shop, is fixed. It would cost $114.00.
      I told him I loved him because he always treats me right. My real bill will be closer to $600.00

      This led into being at a restaurant where something was going on with the staff. They were involved in something.
      Someone was talking to the owner about doing a survey. They wanted to use the restaurant as a church on sunday
      to get a bunch of people there so that they could do a survey for something (?) on everyone who showed up.
      The owner didn't want to use the restaurant for another business purpose.
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