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July 9, 2010 Slept between 12:00a-9:00a 12:00a-4:00a Really light sleep. Do not recall any dreams. Entirely possible there was a false awakening or two that I did not catch. I decided that since I was having troubles with sleep, I would do the typical WBTB but not any subsequent alarms. 4:00a-9:00a WBTB. Listened to a subliminal mp3 ninja made. The long and winding dream The first little bits of this are vague, but I remember visiting someone is apartment and I was somehow able to let myself in. This is important only in that I tried to come back here, later, and could not find it. There is also this little bit where I was feeling stressed and bought a pack of smokes (I have never been a smoker!). <PERSON> is playing a concert for a small group of us in a room. He is now sitting next to me and I say something retarded like, "I like watching you play, like chording. I am kind of musical but not really musical." "How can you be kind of musical, but not really musical?" he asks. "You are either one or the other!" "I play the guitar and piano, self-taught, by ear, but not with any great skill," I clarify. "Very nice!" <PERSON> says. He has to leave for a bit, and asks for my help in signing some autographs while he is away. I tell him, "I do not know how to forge your signature." "Oh, well just put stickers on all the ones I need to sign, then, and I will do it when I get back." I somehow manage to get stickers stuck to all of my fingers and have generally made a mess of things (I am really clumsy in my dreams!). <PERSON> comes back and we leave together. We find ourselves in another building and at another party. We dance together, but in the course of this party, we learn that all of these people are criminals! Someone even tried to pickpocket my purse, but they were not very good. We got out of there as soon as we could. We find what I thought were the apartments from earlier in the dream, but when we get upstairs, suddenly <PERSON> is sat a table and all the other seats are full with other girls who are giggling over him. <PERSON> just shrugs and gives me this look that says, "Cannot help it! Be patient!" I overhear people chatting and they mention lucid dreaming. I am pretty sure someone says, "Well, this IS a lucid dream." I think to myself, "I know that this is a dream, but I do not want to control this one, I just want to be with <PERSON>," and I woke up anyways.