Two non-lucid dreams, I was becoming lucid in the second one... but just my luck that a bird had to land of the tree outside my window and start screeching it's heart out for a half hour, I couldn't get to sleep after that since I was normally up and running by then, I hope the time change will get rid of this problem.
Dream one- It was so short yet so vivid and I can't seem to grasp this dream right now, I'm virtually clawing at smoke that's being blown away from me... All I can tell you right now is that it wasn't a fun dream, and it was relevant to something... Gee, i should have really written these dream down...
Dream Two- I was stuck with my dad and this dream had a more life-like quality to it. Which was why I ran away, ran into the psychotic woman twice [I mean like the kind that when they get drunk, they'll laugh while their being homicidal like someone just told them a great joke]. She was about 18, short dark hair, tattoos on one arm, cocky attitude, beer drinker who I think had a switchblade on her.
When I met her the second time, I thought I'd try to be nice and talk with her [we were sitting at a store's bar], but that only made me run back to my dad's.
When I got back there, he was in his work uniform and we were going to leave. Fog had made its way into the dream, giving this a horror/macabre vibe. I ran in the middle of the road for no reason where a hole filled with mud and water caught my eye as something glinted. Just like how I am in real life, I stopped moving abruptly, and even though a yellow car was coming my way, I fished out two dimes. Thankfully, the yellow car turned down the road, preventing my step-mother from freaking out.
I was plastered in mud [though I only stuck my hand in the hole] and went back to my dad's home [which looked a lot like my neighbor's old 1950s home at this point]. He wouldn't let me clean myself off, saying that we'd be late. So I didn't do that but I did do something he didn't want me to do.... then I woke up.
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