Level of Lucidity (1-10): 3 | Dream Signs: a girl is interested in me, context, a, b, | Mood: Anxious

i think i was on a bridge. a wide one. i dont know how we met. those details werent important enough to recall. all i knew was we were in love. well, at least i was. she didnt speak much english. she must have been from japan. we were walking. holding hands im sure. it is usually at this moment that i would engage in sexual relations with whomever im with. but not this time. the dream ended shortly after that. i woke up and had to be somewhere but i set my alarm for an hour later, deciding to face the consequences later. this was more important. i had to see her again. i re-entered the dream at some sort of private school. i was walking down the hallway with my friends. when i saw her. i waved like a little boy waves at a clown or police officer or sailor. we went into some private room. hugging. i reached up her shirt to touch her solar plexus. it was warm and soft. her skin was perfect. the shade of toast when it is not toasted enough so you put it back in the toaster, the toaster you had just bought that has made apparent the fact that it is indeed a piece of shit. "but i had it set on dark", you say. but this toasted shade was perfect for skin. her skin was perfect. it went no further than that. the dream ended. i have come up with a name for her. her name is Kara Motsumada.