non-lucid

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[U]Non-Lucid:[/U]
My friend Cooper was complaining about how much he dislikes trials. Which is weird, because I am the one(ironaut, see what I did there?) that thinks American trail laws are dumb. There was some kind of hill behind him too. A small one.[/FONT]

[FONT=Courier New][SIZE=3][U]5/21[/U][/SIZE] NOTE: I NEVER, EVER have dreams where I hurt people! IDK what happened! And I'm not a violent person!

[U][B]First Non-Lucid:[/B] [/U]
There are many scenes where I am making fun of people for not reaching/achieving something. [COLOR=#008000]:May have been school related:[/COLOR]

[U][B]Second Non-Lucid:[/B][/U]
One of my friends, Graham, is slicing people at school with a knife. It was school people, at least. He taught me to do so as well, and I did, but I don't remember any details. The knife I use is one I have at home, it's the one I use to cut bacon in half before pan-frying (however, I can't seem to remember seeing the handle, so I don't remember its color, red, like it is, or any other).

Well, I lied. I do remember the details of one specific 'knifing'. I was at a place a concrete hallway, very long. On my side-on the right from where I was standing-there was just concrete wall. But to my left, about eight feet away, there was a gap in the wall. It was about five feet tall, a lookout. [COLOR=#008080][It stretched the entirety of the hallway][/COLOR]. It opened to blue sky, and a background of perhaps palm trees. We were standing about in the middle of the beginning of the hallway, and the end. We are about three feet from the plain right side. Also Nobody is reacting to the knife/killings in any way, shape, or form.

This time, I try to 'get' my friend Jordan, but when the knife is at her throat, I cannot do it. [COLOR=#008080][Note that it is my guilt that is causing the stop][/COLOR] [COLOR=#008000]:I try again a few times, but still it does not work:[/COLOR] Eventually, I sort of break out crying. I make her aware that no matter what, she will have to die right then and there. I give her the knife, and it is again at her throat, but I don't remember if anything happened. [COLOR=#008080][I don't think she died. I don't know how or when, but eventually I will tell her what I saw. The reason I didn't do it in dream was b/c She is the most innocent, kind girl I have ever seen and she deserves to know. But I hope it won't put her in a state of 'people hate me, they want to kill me in their dreams', because she is prone to such thoughts][/COLOR].

So we are in a fictional version of my science teacher's (Mr. Southwick's) class. The 'me' character's mindset is different. 'I won't do it anymore', sort of like that. But I am afraid that the science teacher will get me in trouble for what I did. He asks me to speak to some counselor/psychiatrist.[/FONT]

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[U]Non-Lucid:[/U]
There is brightness, Everything appears to be the most showy color of its kind; DC's wearing bright clothes. [COLOR=#008080][perhaps the movements work][/COLOR] A DC, facing profile, with his [COLOR=#008080] [yes, it was a he] [/COLOR] head to the right. Inside of some kind of building/tent with background decorations of deep red and gold. [COLOR=#008000]:The area was about two/three feet taller than his head:[/COLOR] (the old Turkish kind of tent), he was wearing a pair of yellow corduroy pants that-even though they weren't the lightest shade of yellow-seemed to gleam. He was speaking to another person, [COLOR=#008000]:who was (or may have been, at least at some point) out of view. The out-of-view DC was sitting on a mat of sorts, maybe a crumpled up towel:[/COLOR][/FONT]