Dream: In which I am not me, and in love with a girl

I have decided to cheat when it comes to lucid dreams and/or astral projection. Since I have been falling asleep before a level of relaxation is attained, I have set an alarm. This, I know, is terrible practice, believed to be detrimental to the health of shamans. Luckily though, I’m not quite a shaman. I awaken, set the clock ahead a half hour, and begin the relaxation process. This morning, I fell asleep, each time until 9:30 when I turned off the alarm. That means I was awakened six times this morning, and I remembered a dream each time. Of course, I fell back to sleep without recording them, so I only remember one or so images from each dream, except for the last few.

In one, I was arguing with Wonka about obligation and expectation, and in another I was this dude who was just… smitten with this girl.

I think I wanted to save her. What follows seems to be the way he would tell the story.

She seemed to care about me in a way that she would be with me and be around me and laugh with me and act like she cared about me. I knew she loved this crazy fuck who was messed up with murder and running from the police and I could tolerate her fucking him every time my back was turned and some times when it wasn’t because I knew she was just deeply tied to him, she really loved him and was around me because I treated her good. I could forgive anything she did because I really loved her. I don’t know what he thought about her being around me until he started to chase my car. He started to ram the back of it, so I had to drive faster to avoid him. The cops started to get into the chase, and I drove until my car was running out of gas. I had to pull over.

She got out of my car and ran to him, leaned into his window and kissed him and I saw him hand her the knife. I saw her take it, crying, and knowing what she was about to do. I broke from a walk to a run toward her and she started running at the police, screaming, knife in her fist. She started to stab the head lights from the police car, and then started to go after the officers. I started to plead to the cops not to shoot her, but they were already warning her over a loudspeaker to stay back or they would shoot. They shot her dead, and as I turned from the sight of her crumpled broken body, I heard the single shot from his car, and knew that he had killed himself too.