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Work meeting
I'm in a meeting with Miguel and some others. They're discussing a problem which seems simple to me, and I try to keep suggesting a solution, but they're all arguing so much they can't hear me. Eventually, I get my point through, and they consider it.

Later, I'm talking to Tom. He says he wants to talk more about it and suggests an 8AM meeting for tomorrow. I think that's too early for a meeting, but I agree to it since it's Tom.

Astral travel to find a relic... Connecting with many people telepathically, lots of shared dreaming... Have animated, agreeable conversation with a young man about what is authentic native teaching, and what is not. Another man, talking about how to move things around in my store for better energy flow... More connections, lost a lot of it when my son came bouncing in at 5:20am

I've convinced a man to throw himself on the king's mercy. A friend had been offering to get him to safety, he knew some people who could help with that, and the man had been considering it; but I'd spoken to the king and I promised him it would work out, so he stayed.

But now that we're actually standing before the throne, the king decides to have him executed. This was not the deal. This brat, spoiling things on a whim; part of me is furious, but part of me just finds this whole situation ridiculous, that these humans allow themselves to be ruled by a man like him. I imagine speaking out, see an image of it, but in reality I say nothing, just wait for the audience to end. Now I'll have to try to sneak the man out. I should have just let him run while he could.

Talking with others, there's something we need from the palace which we haven't been able to locate. Someone points out that there's a private wing that contains the royal suite, but also other rooms of unknown purpose - process of elimination, what we need must be there. We agree to make that private wing our destination for now, and someone makes a joke about how we can wave at the timeline of our original plan as it passes us by, we've gotten so far off course.

This a weird one.

I met someone from a previous dream last night. She was sitting in her apartment, which I have no memory of entering, and did not appear in the least bit surprised to see me.

She told me that it's very rare for us to meet, as dreams take place in many worlds - so many that we were unlikely the exact same people who met in the previous dream despite the both of us having memories of interacting with each other. With this in mind she simply wanted to enjoy the pleasure of my company while she could, which we did: we talked and played and looked out of her window and generally just enjoyed being with each other for an indeterminate length of time. When time came for me to leave, I requested that we exchange details so that we might find each other later, which she agreed to despite acknowledging the futility of doing so.

I can't remember her name.

It's difficult to describe this experience except that it felt like I was a non-lucid part of someone else's lucid dream , her lucid dream specifically. I was in my standard non-lucid haze, but she seemed entirely more in focus and more real.

After leaving her apartment, I found myself in what I'm going to call the Nexus: a long corridor of doors, somehow with the implicit understanding that each door lead to other dreams. If I were lucid I would have taken full advantage of the possibilities as I've been attempting to replicate a similar effect in what little lucid dreams I've actually had, but as the situation was, I just went directly for a door that felt vaguely familiar.

What was inside was a tortured, mutated, horrifying version of someone else I'd met. So I closed the door, and sometime later I woke up.

Piloting a spacecraft, in orbit close to another star. It is by no means a very large star, though, like a red dwarf. The spacecraft I am piloting looks a little bit like this.



The star starts expanding/exploding and we have to get away by flying the ship and dodging planets and asteroids. I don't remember too much of what happened for a good majority of the escape, but when we got past the last planet the cloud reformed into a new, much larger star. There was some explanation to this like the star was going through a metamorphosis or something.

We had to go to a wedding on this alien planet. The wedding for some reason took place in this really dingy industrial building on a barren rocky planet. I remember we were inside of this green nebula and the night sky on this planet was green and full of exceptionally bright stars.

The wedding was between this giant alien mushroom and blob monster. (I couldn't tell what one was the groom/bride.) I don't recall too much going on in this scene either. I think Manei was present.

We got called to return to earth, but then the Tardis appeared. A much older version of myself appeared and claimed to be Doctor Who. I think he then died. We used the Tardis for transportation to return to earth.

When we got back we were in a city. It was nighttime and rainy and it seemed as though the city had been evacuated. Godzilla appeared and he started spitting water instead of radiation breath. Somebody told me that we had been called back to stop him.

Morning of June 10, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in a non-lucid state, though the setting is extremely well-rendered and most of it clearer even though it is mostly unfamiliar. My wife and family and I are living in a different type of building and had apparently moved here recently. The (fictional) residence has the typical “impossible” apartment-related situation that I have dreamt of all my life - where strangers are present in what would be almost the same living space. At one point, I am aware of an unknown older male on the other side of the main large room. Our living area is only divided from his by a curtain that hangs down to about four inches from the floor. I am fixing this curtain arrangement (for more privacy) while sitting on the floor, by pulling it fully down, as part of the bottom edge was draped over a cardboard box higher up (about a foot or so).

At one point, I am using a screwdriver to scrape up old soap residue from a floor tile and as I do, the tile actually comes off, though I manage to align it back where it should be. The appearance and movement (and manual effort) is very realistic.

I also find some toys that the last tenants left behind, some smaller toy cars in a bag, which I think I will put on my youngest son’s large (fictional) table for a pleasant surprise.

In the last stage of my dream, which is very clear, there are several large radios (or boomboxes) set up along the wall for some reason, all side by side on a large table. After a short time, they all start playing at the same time, fairly loudly, and mostly different songs (at least four). I think one song is Fats Waller and another a country song, possibly George Strait. I am annoyed because the radios seem to have been connected to some sort of timing system by the previous tenants and I cannot work out what to do with the setup. I am also somewhat embarrassed (as I do not want to be seen as making so much noise on purpose, as we had just moved in recently relative to my dream’s back story), as the other tenant is home, though I do not go through the curtain to his side at any point.

I try pushing the buttons and after a time, when I turn one radio off, another comes back on and this goes on for several minutes (so that it seems impossible to have all turned off at the same time) - and I am thinking that some sort of cable system (linked with a timer) is connected to all of them and they will play at certain times no matter what you do. It is somewhat amusing in conscious afterthought. The clarity of the power indicator lights is quite precise. This is similar to situations where I cannot turn all the lights off, which I have read in other people’s journals where they are experiencing the exact same details in the same way and with the same associations.

I was in my old school, in the sports hall. People were playing random games, like football, table tennis etc. I decided to go back home, as nothing interesting is happening there. I ran straight the road, leaving crossroad and an old shop behind, and ran into my frontyard. It was cold, cloudy afternoon.

Somehow, I knew have to run up to the fields. When I finally got there, I saw my father in a tractor with machine to dig out potatoes plugged in. Then I spotted a couple lying on that machine. A redhead girl and a brunette dude. Suddenly a hidden chainsaw in the machine started to move towards them.

*Close up of the chainsaw* and then the machine broke. Couple nowhere to be found. I ran closer to the tractor, and told my father that the machine is broken. He drove to take a trailer, and appeared back after a long while. With family we started to pick up potatoes to baskets, and threw them on the trailer.

1. I was in a classroom with my friend Dylan. The class was huge and had alot more space than most do. The floor was grayish-blue carpet and the walls were white as usual. There seemed to be at least 100 desks in this room, way more than the usual 30 or so. I was in the corner of the room standing and talking to Dylan. Most of the other students are sitting down just chatting and a few others are standing around like me and Dylan. Just then, Dylan points out [Her]. She is sitting in the middle of the classroom. Her hair is in a ponytail and she is wearing a denim jacket and skinny jeans. "Wow, stunning as always" I say to Dylan. "Go talk to her man, finally tell her how you feel about everything" he tells me. "Alright" I reply.
I then walk away from Dylan and just as I do, she gets up out of her desk and starts walking to the front of the class. The teacher is nowhere in sight by the way. "Hey [her name], it's been a while" I say. "Hey, I haven't seen you in forever, what's up?" she says. "Listen, I have to tell you something. I'm really sorry about the past and how everything got screwed up, I didn't mean for any of that to happen. I really wanted something more between us, and I know things didn't turn out that way. I'm sorry for all of that" I tell her. She gives me a weird look like she doesn't understand.
Suddenly I snap out of it. Now I'm back next to Dylan and I realize it was all a daydream, or was it? I look over and she is still sitting in her chair. I get the feeling that I just daydreamed that entire scenario and it felt weird. I was dreaming while I was already dreaming? Woah. Just then the bell rings and class ends. That was the last class of the day. Me and Dylan leave class and start walking down the hallway to get to the parking lot. As we do so I realize that the school looks different from usual and there are huge columns on each side of the hallway. We keep walking and as we get closer to leaving the school I see that it is raining outside and it is fairly dark.