Date of dream: Thursday, February 07, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Two police officers, a male sergeant and a female officer, were in a van. They were parked in an alley awaiting the signal to take down a criminal. They had his license plate number and tracked him to this spot.
The sergeant looked over his notes and gave the OK. Some other officers jumped out of another van, and the sarge led them to the criminal. The criminal was just a normal-looking man. He didn't have a weapon, and he didn't fight. But the sarge fired his weapon, and the other officers fired at the man, who died.
The sarge got back in the van, and the female in there told him she thinks he got the wrong guy. Her notes showed a license plate with two letters or numbers transposed from the one they tracked. The sarge knew things were wrong and that he was in big trouble. He tried to over it up. He said she could write the correct license plate number on the bottom of a page of his notepad. That way he said he could have missed it.
Then they were in a restaurant to cool their nerves. But the sarge was too rattled. He ordered some pasta, and the waiter came back with a cheese grater and a block of cheese to put on the pasta. The sarge didn't see a cheese grater. He saw a kitten that was crying as the waiter rubbed cheese on it. His partner told him that wasn't real. He knew it, but he was too shaken up because he killed the wrong man.
Additional Comments:
This is the first dream I've had in a long time where I wasn't in it. It was like I was watching a TV show.
Date of dream: Monday, February 04, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was jogging on the highway in Kayenta with Daren and another guy who went to my high school. The road was like a highway through a city: It was at least two lanes wider, and there was a concrete barrier between the two directions of traffic.
There was a wreck ahead. One car was stopped in the middle of the road, and its front was dented in. A police car drove up behind us and stopped at the wreck. We kept running. At the top of the hill and at the turn in the highway was another wreck. There were two cars here against the concrete. They also just had dents in their bumpers. I assumed the three cars wrecked, and these two pulled farther ahead to pull off to the side.
We stopped at Amigo Cafe. Right before stepping in, I thought of taking a picture of the outside. I suddenly had my camera bag with me. We went inside, and it felt like this was our second time in there. Everything seemed familiar to me, like we'd done this the day before or when we last jogged there.
One guy and I stood at the counter and waited to be seated. Daren had stopped for something behind us, so he wasn't inside yet. We saw two people we knew, a woman and a man, so we sat at their table. They were seated across from each other, and when we showed up, the woman climbed over the table and over the seat to leave.
We sat down and ordered drinks. I ordered a water, and the guy next to me ordered a Coke or Diet Coke. We were given our drinks, and I put my glass on the floor next to the bench seat. My friend's Coke can was black. Daren showed up and tossed some things from his pocket on the table. He had found a couple of rings. One ring looked nice, like an engagement ring. I picked up a cheap plastic ring, and part of it broke as I picked it up. I wanted to look at the better ring.
We handed the rings around. The nice ring had a large diamond in it, but it was all dusty and looked scratched, so I figured it was fake. I pointed that out to Daren, but he didn't seem to care. I grabbed a drink and drank a couple of gulps before realizing it was Daren's black Coke. I set it down and apologized. Again, he didn't care.
I sat there silent as I got angry with myself for drinking some soda. My streak of two years (and I really had to think about that number) without a drop of soda had been broken.
Additional Comments:
The two years without a soda figure is accurate. I had my last soda in February 2011. So I obviously knew what the date was in real life.
Date of dream: Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was driving somewhere at night with two cats in my car. They were malnourished and very sick, so I was going to take them to an emergency vet. I stopped in a parking lot to look up vets on my phone. I pulled in to a strange parking space that was surrounded by curbs. There was one space on one side, and the curb curved to two spaces in front of it that were off center from the first one.
I pulled in to the spot and looked at my phone. My passenger window was down. I found the spot and was going to leave, but I noticed the cats weren't inside anymore. I put my car in park and got out. Some little kids were walking around holding cats. They had the cats I was trying to rescue, so I grabbed the cats from the kids, saying they were my cats.
I got back in the car and drove to where the emergency vet was. I noticed a restaurant and instead went in it, ignoring the cats. I was seated at a table with strangers. The owner walked over to talk to me. He was a co-worker of mine, though I don't know who. We just knew each other. Then Michael A. from work served our food. He didn't say anything to me, and I didn't realize it was him until he headed back to the kitchen.
I didn't order any food. I just sat there thinking about the cats. But I did grab a small plate of a side dish for the guy sitting to my right. I moved the mushroom on it but stopped when I remembered I didn't order anything. He looked at me and I shrugged.
Then I was at work, but it wasn't anything like the actual location. I just somehow knew it was work. I wasn't on the first floor where my workstation is. I was on the second or third floor, which I seldom have to visit. I was filling up my water bottle. A man walked by me, turned around and asked where the budget meeting was. I said I didn't know because I didn't go to them.
The man said, "Hi, Alex." I didn't know how he knew my name and I didn't know his. Then I recognized him as the man who sat to my right at the restaurant. He was my new co-worker, and I had no idea. But then I thought that since the restaurant was owned by a co-worker and had at least one other co-worker there, it was probably not a coincidence. I figured people at that restaurant also had ties to my job.
