Bucketheadjamz Dream Journal

[Bucketheadjamz]

So this is my dream journal. I've never kept a journal of any kind nor have I actually had a fully lucid dream before. I'm going to write all the dreams in black until I have a LD, which will be some other color. I'm keeping this journal mostly for myself to learn from, and if anyone else actually wants to tag along, that's great too. I'd appreciate input if you have it.

[Bucketheadjamz]

3-12-09. Robbery. I was looking all over a liquor store looking for something (I'm not saying what) and just could not find it. I end up deciding it's not gonna be here (which with any logical skills one would deduce the same thing.) I remember moving things around, pretty much in a panic to find it. This is where I either teleported or have a memory lapse. I'm outside my workplace, which is a Jewelry and Coin store, and I remember that I left the door unlocked with no other employees inside. I don't seem to remember that there is a gate that you have to buzz people in through, so naturally I'm freaked out that anyone could walk inside and steal whatever they want without anyone having any say. So sure enough, I walk inside and one of the jewelry cases is knocked over and everything inside this case is presumably missing. I assumed that this was the extent of the damage but oh how I was wrong. I walked further into the store and a coin tray that is usually full of about 20 gold coins is on the counter, with only one coin. It was either a maple leaf or panda. So I'm freaking out even more when I realized they took 3 trays of rare coins also. Everything at this point is VERY vivid, as if it really happened. So then it gets MUCH worse when I see a guy in the back of the store (with 3 unlocked, huge safes FULL of expensive things. Like cash, jewelry, coins, etc.) So I see him walk through a nonexistent door laughing with a bag of something. So I decide I'd better get out of here so I go out the front door, panicking, and at this point I see my coworker, who I'll call Sheila. She's freaking out also and we decide to call the police and to call the owner of the store. Then I walked inside a cold stone ice cream place that is a couple doors down and that's the last thing I remember. More of a nightmare than a dream, but it's only my first entry.

[Bucketheadjamz]

I just found the section Waking Journal which is really what I'm looking for and I can't figure out how to delete a post.