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Lucid Non Lucid I am in some kind of cross country race through town. I am coming second. I am unfit to the power of ten so I found this amusing when I woke up. The race finishes at the pines. My old year adviser is at the finish line. I get reprimanded for being unprofessional and squirting water at other competitors (which I did not do) At my house. Girlfriends car parked on the front lawn. It is night time and I notice The back window is cracked. I go to inspect it when I am attacked by an old lady I do not recognize. She has a big steel knife and is taking swings at me. I retaliate by pulling a big f-off sword from nowhere that looks like a monster sized version of her knife and start swinging at her, but all I can cut is her hair. In an old barn that feels familiar and mine although it is not recognized. Younger step brother has decorated the roof with crappy skate graphics and glow in the dark paint [Nightmare] Night-time, running <PERSON> recall is improving, especially when I write it down in between dreams.