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Was outside a house and I was hiding from asian girls with water balloons. I was behind a tree at one point when one of them spotted me. I surrendered and then we were just talking.

Violin lesson

Went to a violin lesson. The teacher was going to ask me to play a scale. We got interrupted by a bunch of people. We started moving through hallways. Wound up in some room with the teachers friend. We weren't doing a lesson anymore. I was pissed off.because this is what I was paying for.


Nothing else. Jamie is AWOL

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #249: Long Shot

I’m hanging out with Dreamer in a sparsely-decorated apartment. She’s wearing a dark jumper with the hood pulled up over her head. We’re joking around and coming up with silly games and dares. Dreamer comes up with a really really crazy one that gets us laughing. Warning: It is pretty gross!

Spoiler for Very gross dare -- not for the squeamish!:

I’m talking to Dreamer about how I’ve got some kind of pimple on the right side of my nose. (True IWL! ) Dreamer says hey, she’s got one too and that we should have a contest where each of us pops our pimple and sees who can shoot their pimple juice the farthest.

We laugh and laugh about this and finally decide to do it. We worry about what happens if the other person’s aim is bad and we accidentally pimple-juice each other. To help with this, I find a huge sheet of plexiglass for each of us to hide behind while the other person goes. As I’m setting the plexiglass up, the idea of the dare is so unbelievably disgusting that...

... I become lucid. I feel sleepy and out if it, and I tell Dreamer that I’m really happy to have become lucid so soon after going to sleep, but that I feel really groggy. We both stand up and Dreamer is super tall, easily 7 feet. We talk for a bit, my brain moving slowly during the conversation. Her accent is entirely American during the conversation, which strikes me as one of those strange details that I figure will work itself out.

I finally remember my intent to do the “play a musical instrument that doesn’t exist in waking life” task and ask Dreamer if she has an instrument for me. She says, “Well, I have this violin!” She produces a violin from out of nowhere and somehow plays a few notes with no bow. Now she plucks 3 notes pizzicato.

I tell her that this is cool but that we need to have an instrument that doesn’t exist in waking life. I know that I should be able to flow into the task from here but I feel really slow-witted. I get a little confused what to do next, and Dreamer walks up to me (still enormously tall) and wraps me in a hug. Since I don’t know what to do anyway, I just stay still for a moment and enjoy this. After a bit, I get the sensation of falling asleep, and …

… I emerge in a false awakening in the same room. Dreamer isn’t here, but I have a vision of her sitting on the edge of a table with a model train set on it. In this mental image she’s wearing the same trackies and dark jumper from the previous part of the dream, but now she seems to be her normal height. I wander around the apartment, eventually finding the table, but Dreamer isn’t there. The dream ends fairly quickly after that.

Dream - Lucid

I was at Nick C's place, an ex of mine that IWL, I really hurt when I left him. I don't remember why I was there, but it had something to do with me playing the violin. Another person was there too. I could sense how upset Nick C was. He was frustrated and hurt. I was frustrated from the bad vibe in the room; him feeling bad was causing me to feel bad, too.

I was sitting at a cluttered kitchen table. I had brought the violin with me; I think it was Nick C's anyway. It needed to be re-strung; there were these new greenish strings sitting on it, just needing to be tightened into place. I think Nick C was going to do it, because I didn't know how.

I then "remembered" playing the violin in a rock band. At the time of the memory, I was still with Nick C. We were playing an indoor show. There was a crowd there listening. It had been my first time ever performing on the violin. Someone had come up to me and asked me to play louder because they couldn't hear me. Eventually, I gained more confidence and started to play more loudly. For my first time ever playing, I was actually doing a really good job.

Then, I came back to the present. I was too overwhelmed by the bad feelings, and had to leave. I said
"I'm leaving. I just can't be here anymore."
I considered taking the violin. I wasn't sure whether or not I should. I think Nick C said it was fine (despite the circumstances). I started to put it in its case. I threw something else in there as well, but I'm not sure. I'm also not sure how it all fit in the case, but it did. I couldn't play the violin, though, because of the strings not being attached.
I was close to the door, and was looking for my flip-flops. There were lots of shoes on the floor by the door. I finally found mine, a pair with a straw-like material on the foot with a black fabric outline around the edges (they actually resemble a pair I had when I was a teenager IWL). I slipped them on and went out the door.

I then was walking towards my car, which, in the dream, wasn't my car; it was an old, red car kind of like my husband's. I was walking through the yard to get to my car. Nick C was behind me. He said
"You know you're going to have to pay for putting me through all this, right?"
"Yes," I responded. I knew karma would balance things out eventually.

I then realized I wasn't holding my keys. No big deal, I thought, I'll just make them appear in my hand. I did just that, simply by thinking about my keys being in my hand.
The power of thought, I thought to myself.
I then sat in the driver's side, and Nick C got in and sat in the passenger's side. I then realized I also didn't have my purse. I did the same thing I did with my keys, and thought about it to make it appear.

~

I woke up around 5am to pee. I noticed a sound coming from the kitchen, and thought it was my coffee pot going off too early. I went to look, but it wasn't. I then went back to bed, and knew that this was a perfect opportunity for lucidity. I fell asleep after laying awake for a bit.

I was still working at Kohl's, though I don't know why, since I had quit and stopped showing up to work. I "remembered" my name still being on the schedule.

I wasn't at work though, I was with my husband, Dallas. We were at I guess what was supposed to be our place. We had ordered a game online, and it had come in the mail. I think it was a SNES game. I was opening the package, and the game had come with some skimpy hot pink and black Playboy pajamas, complete with bunny ears. It was like a bonus for buying the game. We were both excited. Free stuff rocks.

Then, I was waking up on a porch. It was very sunny; a beautiful morning. I wasn't quite sure where I was, though. I examined the view I had from the porch, and somewhere off to the east was a beach.

The beach triggered lucidity. I didn't even RC; I just knew. I then stood there for a second trying to remember my lucid goals. God dammit, I couldn't remember; it was like there was a block there. Not the first time that's happened, but I didn't want to waste the lucidity. I decided to go inside and get my husband. I hesitated before I opened the door, though; I did not want to lose this dream. I put my hand on the gold doorknob and went inside. I walked down the hallway, and felt the vividness fading a little. I rubbed my hands together, but it didn't really do much. I examined my hands instead, and it helped. I noticed one of my fingernails on my left hand looked as if it was sloppily painted with white nail polish.

I then saw my husband; his back was to me. I started to talk with him, and he faced me.
"This is a dream!" I said, as usual.
He didn't seem to believe me, and kept turning around and avoiding eye contact with me. I kept trying to convince him, but he just wouldn't hear it. Oh well, whatever. I decided to just go explore on my own.

I was then outside, walking through a lightly forested area with many pine trees. I noticed that Dallas had come along after all; he was behind me. I then decided to test my power of thought, and held my hands out to either side of me to fell the trees. I thought my intention to make them fall, and, behind me, as I passed them, I heard them creaking as they fell. Neat.

Then, we were on a paved road. I was barefoot; I could feel the hot pavement underneath my feet. There were children about, playing in the street. A car started to come. One little girl in a red dress with black polka dots was lagging behind the rest of the children, who were running to the side of the road for safety. I thought she was going to get hit, but she got sideswiped, and her clothing got caught on the side of the car. The car kept driving with this girl attached to the side of it.

We kept walking. I then decided to try to find my dream guide, which has, over the years, proved to be a futile search. I yelled
"Dream guide, if I have a dream guide, please appear!"
Nothing. Of course. As usual. I started to climb over this small grassy hill on the edge of the road to see if my guide was on the other side.
Nope.
Dallas then said
"Krista, it's not working."
I knew he was right; I have suspected for awhile now that I do not have a dream guide. I am, in fact, my own dream guide. It makes sense when I think about it. Not everyone has separate dream guides, after all.

We were then standing by some stairs. I was trying to think of something else I could do. All these children started to play around us, and I couldn't concentrate. One of them was the girl who got sideswiped by the car; I remember the dress.
"Go away!" I said. I needed to think. They all started to go down the stairs.
I then looked up at the sky, and noticed dark clouds coming in quickly. It was very vivid and beautiful, but I knew a storm was coming soon.

I then had an idea of what I wanted to do.
"Spirit guide, please appear!" I said more than this, but I can't remember specifically; this is the gist of what I said.
Dallas then immediately stepped in front of me.
"I am your spirit guide," he said. I was a little surprised. I then noticed that there were two Dallases there: The one standing in front of me who had spoken, who looked just like my husband, even down to his clothes, which were his IWL work clothes, and one standing off to the side, whose face looked slightly different from my husband's.
"What? Are you really my spirit guide?" I inquired.
Then, I noticed a huge, white cloud was coming down from the sky. It morphed into the shape of a hose vacuum cleaner. It sucked up a car. The car quickly went into it. I knew we were next, and that this was the end of the dream. The cloud laughed an evil laugh, and turned to us, and started to suck us up into its depths. We flew up into it, and I heard a weird noise as I was waking up.

~

I was up and about to type out my dreams on DV. I went to the computer. The desk was way smaller than IWL, but I didn't notice in the dream. It was in the corner, and I wanted to move it in front of the window. It had something to do with the seat and where it was positioned; I didn't want to hurt my back.

I got on DV, and noticed I had already typed my dreams up. I even had 4 comments. I looked at the comments, and one just said "coupon protected". Ugh, a bot. I checked my email, and there was something about it in my email.

~

YAY FINALLY SOME LUCIDITY!! So stoked, even though I again did not remember my goals. I didn't meditate yesterday, but I did get to sleep in a little today; I don't have to work until 9am as opposed to the 7am shifts I've been working. I do think that meditating the other day did help, though. It helps me to clear my mind and any debris that's collected.

I was quite intrigued by what happened when I asked to meet my spirit guide. This is going to need some further investigation for sure. God, this was the longest lucid I've had in ages. It was very vivid and clear. I am super giddy this morning!

This dream opened into a very nice room, that resembled a very nice suite in a hotel room. The decorations and the scenery outside the window made it seem as if I was in India, and I was with a very attractive girl who was my girlfriend. We were fooling around in the room and something bad happened, resulting in the death of the girl. Apparently I accidentally did something to cause her death, and I pled guilty. However, instead of facing the law, I was taken in by an old man who ran a monastery/convent/church place. He showed me around quickly and we bonded rather well as he showed me where I would live, what my duties would be, etc. I met another girl in the monastery and we flirted a bit, the old man chastising me and saying "Isn't this what got you into trouble in the first place?" We stayed friends but didn't really do much else. The old man and I eventually ended up in his office and he began coughing. I was concerned for his health, but he told me that it wasn't important and that this would probably be the last time I saw him. Suddenly, there was a time skip and I heard my own voice narrating what had happened in that time. I said that "I only saw him one more time before his death 17 years later."

Suddenly, I was in what seemed to be a high school gym with a violin in my hands, apparently leading a rehearsal for some show featuring music from Homestuck played by our orchestra while actors on a stage danced while playing. I can't play violin in real life, but I know enough to know how the instrument works, so I was still consciously playing it even though I didn't really know what I was doing. At some point during this practice, I became at least partially lucid rather accidentally. I remember getting up and starting to walk away, but nothing particularly fun came to mind, so I just sat back down and picked up the violin, since it seemed cool anyway. I think it was only partial lucidity because surely if I had been fully lucid I would've come up with SOMETHING else to do, and I do remember a certain vagueness that still pervaded the dream. When I sat back down, I was worried at first that I wouldn't be able to play the violin, but then I remember it was a dream and I could basically just play random notes and it would sound however I wanted it to sound, so I did, and it was a pretty sweet arrangement. I eventually picked up a trumpet someone had left laying around and was about to try playing it when someone distracted me and asked for help cleaning the gym. I lost the brief lucidity at some point and helped to vacuum a small carpeted lounge area in one corner of the gym. When the janitors I was helping finished the room, I got a text from my friend David. I don't actually remember getting the text or what it said, but it was written in my notes.

Now when I left, I found myself in an urban area and met my mom. She told me I was going to be sent to jail for 6 months anyway. I was rather solemn and accepting of it, and I remember getting ready and preparing myself for the days to come. I knew it was a pretty nice jail with many luxuries, but I would still be confined to one room nearly the entire time. I recall thinking that it wasn't really going to be that bad since the cell was basically the same size as my college dorm room and I was just going to be chilling in there for 6 months. I found a refrigerator outside which apparently had some food leftover from an event my mom held. It had a couple popsicles and some cheese-filled sausages that looked pretty good. I grabbed them and went into my house, which had appeared in front of me somehow, even though the fridge should've been nowhere near there. I found hot dog buns next to the microwave and put a few of the sausages in there, then prepared a plate. However, my mom asked me to help her find her new job at some Subway store. She would be driving and I would be the navigator. It wasn't supposed to take that long, and I was really only using a MapQuest app. I was having some technical issues, which also seems to happen in my dreams relatively often. We somehow drove across the Atlantic Ocean and all of Africa and Asia, ending up in southeast China in a few minutes. I then realized that I told MapQuest to take us to the wrong Subway, and the one my mom was supposed to work at was in Brazil. I struggled to plot a new course that wouldn't take more than 19 hours to drive there (which seemed to be about the minimum time I could find in the suggested routes). I was also worried about missing my court date or whatever, which would have resulted in more jail time. We discussed the possibility of just staying on the run in other countries, when eventually, the dream started to fade and I woke up.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #153: Foiled Creativity

I'm riding with my family in a car and we pull up near a curb in a shady-looking part of town. When the car stops, my two young children "E" and "R" leap out of the car and bound away toward a group of maybe half a dozen grimy-looking people that are huddled near a wall. I run after the boys and when I catch up to them, I see that the grimy-looking people are muttering angrily and trying to hide some kind of drugs they're using.

I hustle the kids away back to the car and Wife gets out to join us. "We can't just let the boys go running off over here!" I tell her. "Those people over there are using drugs." I look into the car and see Jesse Pinkman (from Breaking Bad) sitting in the front passenger seat. "Pinkman!" I say. "What's that they're using? Is that meth?" He slinks down in his seat and doesn't respond.

Wife and the boys move off together into a nearby building. When I follow, I catch sight of them taking a right into a bathroom, but when I enter they're nowhere to be found. I consider that I might be dreaming, nose pinch, and become lucid.

The scene gets shaky and I move into the void. I rub my hands together, keep walking forward, and mutter reminders to myself that I'm having a lucid dream. After perhaps 20 seconds of this, I get a vague image of a dark-haired woman in her late 30s trying to speak to me. I kiss her, partly to draw myself into the scene and partly because it seems like a fun thing to do. After a few moments of this, she pulls away sort of gestures at the room. I see that I've stepped into a big living room with a high ceiling and hardwood floors.

There's a couch nearby with a gold-stringed violin lying on it. I look at it closely and run my fingers over the strings, trying to make the scene as vivid as possible. Vividness goes up sharply and the strings jangle pleasantly beneath my fingers. I try playing a few open-string notes pizzicato and the dark-haired woman silently observes, looking a little amused. The music sounds nice, but after a few attempts the notes grow soft, almost too soft to hear. I look down at the golden strings and see that they've all broken and hang limply downward. They still look beautiful, though.

To my left there's a projector showing a huge image of a computer desktop. My friend "Conan" is standing nearby, working on a computer, and characters fill the screen as he types. I think that this will be a good opportunity to engage my creativity. "Hey [Conan]! Let's work together to make some kind of game on this computer."

He goes into a long speech about how he got screwed over in his most recent business dealings. Now he never enters into any business arrangement unless everthing is in writing. "No, you don't get it," I tell him. "This is all a dream. Let's just make a game or something." But he's steadfast, telling me again how "careful" he has to be. I'm disappointed, but I let it go.

Now I think about the Colosseum. I announce to the room that I'm going to the Colosseum and I see that the dark-haired woman is observing from a few feet away, saying something encouraging. There's another woman watching from a different part of the room, mid-20s, light brown hair. I think she's someone familiar but I'm not sure of her identity.

I'm determined to change this room into the Colosseum. Oddly, I notice that there's some kind of turban on my head and a something like a long, red satin blanket spills out from the turban over the right side of my head. I find this all super weird but I use it to block out my vision of the rest of the room so that I can change it. I turn slowly around, trying to switch the room into the Colosseum but I can't stop seeing that hardwood flooring. I'm feeling a little stuck so I head outside through a door in the wall, emerging in a grassy field. The elegant house I just walked out of now looks like a temporary building. As I'm deciding what to do next, the dream ends.

Dream Fragments galore:

The first bit I can remember I was my violin a lot, and at some point members of my family got annoyed a told me to stop.

The next bit was probably related to my childhood obsession with Titanic (both the movie and the actual ship). There were 3 or 4 different cruise lines are sinking at the same time within a mile of each other. It was during this part of the dream that suddenly I realized I was dreaming. I was probably lucid for a minute or so, then I lost focus. But the fact that it happened at all is a good sign that this site is helping, since I haven't had a "natural" LD in over a month.

There was a short dream where I was in a store with some friends, but for some reason I was being chased around by a snake. Then I was being chased around by Michael Jackson.....so yeah.....

My last dream involved my brother and I. For some reason my mom owned a ship and we were both arguing over who would be the rightful heir. Violence got involved, and I threw my brother overboard several times. I'm not sure which one of us got to keep it.

Secret Santa (5:37)

My RH calls me into her office to receive my assignment for our house's secret santa this year. I also overhear the person before me getting her assignment, which has something to do with a basketball team. Apparently she really hates this team, because she almost starts shouting at the RH in her annoyance at this assignment.

I go back outside, where there's a party going on. My secret santa assignment walks past with a group of her friends, and they drag me over to where people are dancing. I'm still no good at "party dancing," though, so I'm not sure what to do with myself. I just stand there awkwardly amid all the flailing arms. Then I notice some volunteers trying to get through the dance floor carrying trays of drinks. I try to move out of the way for them, but I know that very few other people will.

I notice that I'm not wearing any pants, just briefs and an extra-long T-shirt. Well, if no one's bothered by it, then I guess I won't bother to change. It's kind of fun going around like this.

Someone hands me a cup, telling me there's a really delicious new drink in it. I try it, and it's pretty good. Looking over at the bar, I see the bottle that it came out of. It's marked "5% alc/vol." Now I think back on it, the drink did taste like there was alcohol in it.

Green Soccer Ball

I'm walking along a hallway with a group of people, languidly dribbling a luminescent green soccer ball. The narration tells me that it is a ball of Nutella, and it belongs to one of the guys walking nearby, the leader of the group. We go into a big room with rows of shelves, and the rest of the group starts passing the ball among themselves, trying to keep the ball's owner from getting it back. But this isn't just friendly teasing, it's malicious. Round about this time, I know I'm dreaming, but I try just to focus on what's going on around me, so that I don't leave the dream. Once, the ball rolls up to a shelf near the ball's owner, but he's standing on the other side of the shelf. Using magic powers, he zaps the ball with a bolt of lightning, and it disappears and reappears next to him. Three people start running towards him to get the ball back, but he zaps them all simultaneously, and they fly backwards to the end of the room.

Then he turns to me. To him, I know, I'm with the other people. But somehow he's willing to give me more of a chance, maybe because I respect him. (By the way, I'm a girl right now.) He warns me that he's about to zap me. Then he shoots the bolt of lightning, and I conjure a shield in front of me, in the form of a fuzzy ball of white light. The shield absorbs the lightning. He tries again, and I block it again. I guess he's impressed, and we start a conversation. But the other guys in the room are all watching us. Suddenly grinning, the guy walks up to me and takes both of my hands in his, one in each. I'm confused until I realize that he means to teleport us somewhere more private. The destination is a camp of soldiers on the eastern edge of Skyrim.

Hank Dreams (9:11)

I'm in a museum, learning about Hank Green's approach to lucid dreaming. There are several different tiers to it, and Hank warns people against trying the most vivid version without lots of practice. Personally, I think he's just being jealous about his ability to do that version, but whatever. The tour group enters a small movie theater, where we'll watch a video that has something to do with the dangerous effects of the most vivid version, which Hank calls a "Hank Dream." The video starts with Hank lying in a bed, sleep-talking to Marilyn Monroe. Some of his friends are standing around the bed, of course, including the one videotaping the whole thing. It's all in black and white. After a minute, Hank says, "Marilyn, stop. Stop! I'm already married," and everyone in the movie theater laughs. Then Hank starts sleepwalking as though blind, groping around the room, trying to find someone. The people around the bed back up, and suddenly I realize what is about to happen. "Oh, fuck," I say, jumping out of my seat and trying to get away from the movie screen. Hank stumbles after me, presumably intending to do to me whatever he had been about to do to "Marilyn." Drawing on my tae kwon do, I assume a back stance with my hands in double shooto position, preparing to fend him off. John Green laughs and explains the rest of the story: "Eventually she [Hank] gets so mad that she poops at you and storms off, and you LOSE. Except you hit her enough that after a moment she goes like this:" From a kneeling position, he slowly widens his eyes and straightens his back in an expression of surprise, then falls over backwards, apparently unconscious. It's all very comedic.

Frags:

• '"who are you?" violin player' (7:05)

1. I go to see Swan Lake at Cincinnati's Music Hall with C.W. We pass a White Castle on the way there, and I remark how it's practically an outpost of my college with the clientele it gets. We arrive at the hall, and as we ascend the escalator we see Dr. L. and give him a salute. We get to the lobby and see a glorious buffet laid out before us; the ballet is already starting, and we hear a flautist fail her solo. I start eating and scarf down hashbrowns, vegetables, and a roll before a frumpy attendant starts asking me questions. I act suspicious and evade her questions, and she starts chasing me down. I run into the auditorium, where I find my family and sit by them. I don't escape the woman, though, and am kicked out.

2. I view a montage of Call of Duty matches, all taking place in some sort of museum. It's a hardcore assault on an elevator, and teams trade places between attack and defense. The terrorists almost win a match, letting only two of the good guys escape before time runs out. Once, when the elevator is nearing the attack stage, a string quartet forms and plays Metallica in the space.

DELETED

Most epic of dreams: An ancient, quite large, violin, forged by ancient gods (angels, spirits, celestial beings) had fallen from the skies into a lake near a huge castle(much like the one in ocarina of time),the long part that you use to play it was lost.
I actually started the dream with the violin,but played it as a guitar, and when I played it no matter how poorly my fingers moved the music it made sounded outrageously amazing. There was also a button on the back that when pushed caused the violin to play itself.
Soon after showing off to my friends, i flashed back to the recollection of how i got this most badtastical of instruments, i swam to the bottom of a deep lake and the water felt amazing, at the very bottom i found the huge violin and buried slightly in the sand was a small piece of silver which just emanated power, i took both and as i swam to shore in the distance i saw a blue whale swimming in the water, all in all it was an amazing dream.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I haven't had any 'memorable' dreams for some time.
I strongly believe that this is caused by a lot of stress in waking life.
So when I finished a project yesterday, I was quite relieved and decided to take the rest of the day off.
I still have quite a few things to do, but I figured I could afford to relax for one day and sleep properly for once.
I chatted with some friends on teamspeak and played some sc2.
When I went to bed I wondered if I'd be able to recall an awesome dream this night.
I started thinking about what has happened thus far, and tried to go to the whole 'teraluna' plot again, from the very beginning.
At some point I fell asleep.

This is the second dream of the night.

I'm at some kind of open theater:


It's not as big as in the picture, but the stone seat arrangement is quite similar.
Some sort of concert is about to start.
There's a girl with a violin, one with a cello, one with an e-guitar, a guy with a bass and another on drums.
Quite an interesting arrangement, I like violins and cellos.

I know I'm on Teraluna, but I don't think about it very much, I'm just happy to be here and wonder where Yuya is.
Then I remember that she went to get drinks. I look around.
I'm sitting in the second row, there's not really that many other people here, maybe around 50?
It's nice because we're all spread out, so everyone has a lot of space.
I admire the sky for a bit. Since Teraluna has no artificial lights you can see the stars and nebula in the sky very clearly.
I suddenly remember that I should probably stabilize the dream, I feel like I'm out of practice.

I rub my hands, but then I remember that I have a more effective way of doing this.
I gently activate my dragonic aura, which causes a warm and fuzzy feeling all over my body.
I wish all dreams would start on Teraluna, it is such an obvious dream sign, I never missed it so far.
Yuya joins me and hands me a rather strange but interesting drink.
There's a blue and a green liquid inside, but they don't mix, so it looks all swirly.

Yuya sits down the exact moment I'm stretching my arms, and she sits very close so I automatically put my arm around her.
I'm not entirely sure how that happened. Smooth Hyu... very smooth...
I'm happy to see her again, it feels as ecstatic as it always does.

"You're awake!"
"Yes! Can you always tell?"
"Mostly, yes."

The band is starting to play so we stop talking.
I take a sip of my drink. I'm quite surprised by the taste.
I thought it would taste like lemonade, but it actually tastes like champagne.

The beginning of the first song reminds me very strongly of the Morrowind Theme:


After some time it's very different though.
It's very special, I can't classify it into a genre of music, but I absolutely love it.
I notice the guitar part isn't very hard, I think "I can do that".
I concentrate on it and try to remember it, I want to play it in waking life... (Sadly, I can't remember it at all)

... We're sitting at the table in front of Yuya's place.
For some reason the music is still playing.
We're talking about waking life. I complain that I'm stressed lately and that I want to visit her more often...

... For some odd reason I think of 'dream fruits', there was something about them, but what was it?
Yuya takes one of those blue lemons from a basket on the table and hands it to me.
Then I remember, it was the advanced task of the month on DV! (It's the basic one actually, I confused it)
I can't believe I remembered it, I only read about it once.
I take a big bite out of excitement. It's very sour, I regret taking such a big bite.
Yuya laughs.
We talk some more before the dream ends. (I can't remember what we were talking about though)