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Dream 1: Prison
I'm in a prison cell together with my cousin and a guy we don't know. As far as I can remember, the cell has no furniture whatsoever, though a toilet does appear later. The cell has a rectangular shape, I think it's about 2x4m. My cousin and I are standing on one side, while the other guy is standing on the opposite side. I'm not sure who asks who, but the question gets asked what crime someone committed to be here. The guy proudly admits to having molested a child/children. One of us asks him if he knows what happens in prison to child molesters. Apparently he doesn't. My cousin and I play rock paper scissors. The winner gets to tell him. I throw scissors, my cousin rock. I'm bummed out a little bit. I don't specifically recall beating the guy up, but next time I remember my cousin and I are standing next to the guy while he is huddled up on the ground. A guard comes to check on us, so we move to our own places. We make a distinction between different types of jail apparently. This is [...] and we're not in actual jail yet. Sort of like being in holding, but not exactly. The guard opens the door, which for some reason seems quite small. There's something with my cousin peeing himself and the guy also peeing myself and then my cousin.. or something like that. The guy gets taken away and has an opportunity to change his clothes, while my cousin doesn't. He uses his cap to clean the toilet seat.

Still in the prison, I'm taken to the shower area. It's quite crappy. You have to use a bucket to throw water over yourself [similar to what I've had to do in Indonesia for a month]. Some shower drains are clogged, causing a puddle of water to form with some filth in it. I manage to get a shower (about 1m² without a door) which doesn't have that issue. On the second floor there are also showers, placed directly above these. I can tell by the fact that water suddenly falls from the ceiling in bursts. Damnit. I stand next to the shower so I don't get hit. A friend I met while living in Indonesia is also in the shower area.

In the same shower area, I've found a shower in a corner. My girlfriend is here. We figure what the hell, we're gonna be in here for a while. She gives me a [censored] I feel the need to be quick, due to the fact that we have no privacy and a guard might walk in any moment. I stay on the lookout. On the other side is another inmate watching us. I don't even care. We wrap it up before we get caught. On the way out of the shower area I see my housemate. He makes a comment about what we just did.
I wrote down just a few words after waking up from this dream. I also wrote down 'bucket', but I have no clue why

It feels like this is still the prison dream. We're standing outside during the day, quite sunny as well I think. There's a big circustent. I remember a colleague being present and talking about being able to hook people up with tickets to World of Dance because he knows some of the dancers. A girl decides she wants to... tango? salsa? a Latin American couples dance. She puts on music on a boombox and moves over to a grass field which has a steep slope. She and a lot of other girls start dancing, but definitely not in a way that has anything to do with tango/salsa/something. My girlfriend better not ask me to join, cause I'm really not in the mood. Luckily she doesn't want to either.

Dream 2: Uhh
The details are very vague to me. I'm somewhere, I believe with amongst others classmates from back in Indonesia. There are several buildings close to each other. One of them is flooded, though for some reason we use it as if nothing has happened to it. Since the water is quite high I try to make sure my iPhone doesn't get wet.

There are quite a number of people. At some point two cute girls who I apparently know want to walk with my arms around them. Sure I notice a crowd has gathered somewhere and we move in that direction. A girl I know from highschool (really short girl) is beating up a dude over something. I get her to calm down.

Fragments
» Something with cooking with a group of people.
» I'm with a group of people, including one of my lecturers and I think my Indonesian classmate. We are looking at art.
» I also wrote down 'timemachine', but again I have no clue about what might have happened.

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Lucid

Dream 1: Driving
I'm driving my old moped. I've got my Indonesian classmate on the back. We're going to the train station. She handles navigation but is not too good with left and right. It's mostly a curvy road with just a few options to go left or right. Ahead of us we see her [so she's there twice] going to the left on her bicycle, while the train station is on the right. I mention that that is what happens when you leave navigation to her. Luckily I know the way a bit. Just before the end there is a small uphill part. I struggle with it, as if I'm bicycling instead of using my moped. As soon as I'm on top I smoothly park to the right side, just left of an orange beat down motorcycle. Another Indonesian classmate and one of my best friends show up with another moped and park to the left of me. I open the seat of my moped and allow for them to put their helmets in. My helmet is too big to fit, but my classmate and my friend can easily stuff their helmets in there.

Fragment
» It's daytime and I'm sitting on the couch with my girlfriend. On the right side of us is my little brother. My girlfriend and I get a little bit flirty. On the left is another block of houses. There's a dude with an afro who spots us and says something. I think it's about something sports related, though I don't remember what exactly.

» It's daytime and I'm riding a bicycle, with someone on the back. Perhaps my girlfriend. I'm going through a neighbourhood and a part of the road has been blocked for construction work. I take another route.

» Still daytime. Walking outside, I think with some friends. We pass an intersection where a car accident has happened.

» I'm having a fight with my mom, though I don't remember what the fight was about.

Dream 2: Leaking
» Daytime again. I'm sitting in a public transportation bus with one of my best friends. It's just us and the bus driver. There is a pipeline similar to that of a sprinkler system on the left side of the bus, near the ceiling. It's leaking in several places, causing gas to come out. I mention that it's dangerous as fire is put out by taking away oxygen, exactly what this system does. I turn one of the handles to close it, but this just increases the pressure on a different leak. I don't wanna close them all, afraid of what all the build up pressure will do. In the end we exit safely. I remember the bus driver having brown hair, almost shoulder length. With curls. [aka: he had a mullet].