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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Last night I didn't get much quality sleep, one good part of it all is that you usually dream alot if you don't.

22.00: Sleep

04.00: Taekwondo and other stuff
I'm at taekwondo practice and my coworker Björn is there. Everyone's lying on the floor watching an old man who's a black belt, do some retarded moves and attempts to show people how it's done. Our Master shakes his head. After a few minutes we all get up and I start talking to a guy who used to practice there. He tells me he intends to go to Sydney and study because he can practice taekwondo and surfing at the same time then. We spar for a little while until I see another coworker.

He's drinking a beer and hands me another one. He asks me if I want some cases. "No sorry, I just ordered from my neighbours" I tell him. He thinks I'm an idiot and asks me why. I don't really see the point of it all. We head up some stairs and I finish my beer. My friend Henrik shows up and he's pissed because I've ordered beer from other people. "What's the big fucking deal?!" I ask him angrily. He can't come up with a proper answer. We start eating red berries we find on a thorny bush, they taste sweet.

I get up and head down a road, it's the road I grew up on I realise after a while. Suddenly I'm on a cart with my friend Erik, going past Henrik's house. His dog runs up to us and I pet him. Henrik comes out and we all head into a shed. It's got shelves filled with different spray cans and other dangerous liquids. One of them pops open and I try to close it again, it's leaking gas into the room. It takes a while but I manage to close it. Another can opens up, it's nitrogen. It doesn't want to close and I take it outside. I'm having trouble breathing and have to go around the corner to get some fresh air. The can continues to leak nitrogen on the ground.

05.30: Fragments
*I'm with my dad in a car. We have an argument over my wrists and I tell him I'm not faking it. "If I say I can't do something because it hurts, I'm not bullshitting you!" I tell him.

*I watch as fOrceez plays golf. He's quite good actually, but what I'm seeing is more like a tape of him when he was younger. All of a sudden the scene turns into a hospital and he's there with his girlfriend who has just popped out their kid. It looks a bit Asian.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!