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We seem to have a rather slow start, probably caused by going to bed way too late last night and actually forgetting to note down the dreams when I got up. I do remember one dream although barely but it'll have to do for now.

1. What is this thing even?

I'm walking around in some bazaar and feel as if I'm being followed, it is terribly crowded and just moving forward is a challenge. An old arabian man speaks to me and hands me a cigar, talking about how it is very important and may not be what it looks like. After a quick inspection I ask him if it's maybe some sort of codex or stamp but he shakes his head telling me I will find out soon.
I think I went down some stairs into a weird interdimensional circus, there I find a lighter and spend probably 10 minutes wondering which end of the cigar should go in my mouth, eventually I decide to just lit up a random end and take my first bite/inhale/pull. (what verb do you use here?!)
It doesn't really taste to anything, one thing to mention was when I inspected the cigar the Tobacco was icredibly dense which I think makes a cigar good quality, no?

So there it is, after six months of radio silence I get a cigar, or something else! I will mention though I don't smoke IRL so it's weird that such things occur in my dreams.

Morning of July 17, 2015. Friday.



Zsuzsanna and I are either living at or “temporarily” staying in a mostly unfamiliar large apartment on what seems to be at least the second floor (though I am not aware of any backstory to this setting). It is possibly a variation on the King Street boarding house I have not been in or even directly seen since 1990. In this case, it still seems to be oriented south of the building (or north if it is relevant to our present house) and like an opened composite of Leonard’s room (the pinhead’s), my original L-shaped room, and the front (including the shared kitchen) being brought much closer to the back of the house. Other random characters make an appearance for no seeming reason or recent reflection or association, which includes: One of our landlords from Stadcor Street (Glenn), a cocaine user I knew in my first factory job (Greg R), a couple unremembered celebrities, and a couple relatives (though not correct in appearance). My sister Marilyn (April 25, 1942-Feburary 13, 2014) is also alive again and there is something about NCIS no longer being involved in an investigation. She briefly seems to be in the same “scene” with Ralph Waite (the actor from “The Waltons”; the television series), which is similar to a dream from long before they died.

This dream utilizes a folly I have encountered in other dreams; that is, confusion with dynamics relevant to the second storey of a building in implying we are also somehow at ground level at the same time. In this case, the confusion relates to the discovery of two bodies buried side by side in the “ground” just under the floorboards (again, somehow on the second floor) in what I believe is the kitchen. Finding two bodies is not the original intent. One of my dream’s (unknown) characters pulls up a couple loose floorboards for whatever reason and from there, moves some dirt and unexpectedly uncovers the bodies, which are fairly young and boy and girl. For some reason, this does not feel as macabre as it would in real life (ironic since some dreams augment minor concerns to ridiculous extremes). Over time, I go over to the windows, look down at the street (again, now from the second storey) and have minor concern about another male (our past landlord Glenn) who is approaching and possibly will be questioned on the deaths. The NCIS associations are not that organized or seemingly relevant at the time.

The investigation is slow and uneventful, and the two bodies (minimally skeletal, as the faces are almost discernible though not recognized) remain where they are, the mound of dirt like an elongated oval embankment around them. During this time, while I am sitting back in a chair, a young girl (about six) sleeps mostly on her stomach over me though is not my real-life youngest daughter (I assume, though sometimes dreams shift time elements dramatically). The sense of touch, weight, heat, and slight movement is augmented and lifelike. After this, there is a vague confrontation in another part of the room that I am not involved with, with random characters. When the girl eventually wakes, she walks about in the room before me and makes a sarcastic comment (unremembered) to an unknown character. At this point, she resembles Elizabeth Walton (a very young Kami Cotler), but aggressively out of character and saying the other character should “honor” me (as me being her fictional father). The other character seems somewhat perplexed and not fully developed as an in-dream persona. From here, my dream falls into the abstract as the girl’s hair seems “electrified” somehow and she seems almost goddess-like or at least like a well-defined tulpa (though her characteristics becoming mostly unfamiliar again).

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A part of this dream, as is typical, comes from something I only briefly glanced at for about a second the previous day - incidentally reading how Kami Cotler used to fall asleep on Ralph Waite’s lap during filming of “The Waltons”. Then I see and realize that Ralph Waite died around the same time as my sister on February 13, 2014 - which I had not focused that much on assuming I knew it at all prior to this point (I do not really watch the news that much and far less television than most people). This is in addition to how one much older dream somehow more clearly revealed my father’s death (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1978) several years in advance (as well as several other things that did not even exist at that time, including the “Jumpman” computer game and even the same music used as its theme). I always felt in the back of my mind that this sister would somehow die on the same date (not necessarily the same year) as my father. This was before she was the one to tell me (in the middle of the night) that my father had just died. However, from my perspective (in Australia, related to the time difference) she did die on February 14th when looked at that way (which I cannot help doing). Not only that, the last episode of Season 11 of NCIS (“Honor Thy Father”) was apparently a tribute to Ralph Waite, who sometimes played Jackson Gibbs. Sometimes the layered intricacies of a particular dream tend to seriously puzzle me.

How deep does this go…Ralph Waite may additionally be a play on “wait” and Kami Cotler a play on “cot” (cot/crib/youth) and even “Waltons” may be a play on “walled in” as with one humor magazine title I saw and distinctly still remember from when I was thirteen (No. 114 of “Cracked Mazagine” - spelled as such - from January 1974). (Additional note to self; there was a memory slip between “certain” and “thirteen” for whatever reason.) On the cover, Ralph Waite is standing directly below the word “Home”. Additionally, the setting itself (concerning the imagery of the first body uncovered) was very similar to the first panel of a horror/ghost comic book story I saw years ago (possibly from around the same week or time period as the Waltons satire), which I have yet to recover in my research. Finally, the cot/crib reference is related to the fact that the dismantling (or selling) of a cot or crib accurately foreshadowed my sister’s death (and is a known precognitive metaphor for an upcoming death).

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Despite the curious recurring ambiguity of a setting implied to somehow be on the first floor and the second floor at the same time, this is relevant to how the presumed corpses, buried under the floorboards of the second floor, is a subliminal distorted perception of my sleeping body (a dream sign of the first level) and Zsuzsanna’s, who is sleeping with me at the time.

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So I don't know if this would be considered lucid or more like partial lucid, but I had a dream last night that felt so real. I was somehow in possession of a red Ferrari sports car. This isn't the first time I have had a dream specifically about a red Ferrari. It has been 7-10 years since I last had a Ferrari dream. The dreams are always pretty much the same. Super happy that I have a Ferrari, although I have no clue it's a dream. I just do alot of driving, and for some reason this time around I thought it would be a good idea to loan the car to a friend of a friend (I know, its weird), and then somehow the car was lost and I went on a frantic search for the elusive crimson machine. I never found it, and then woke up. Last nights dream was the first time that I ever let anybody else drive the car. It's kinda humorous to me that it's always a Ferrari, and never any other type of super car.

Niki Lauda would be proud!

The strangest. weirdest. dream I've ever had probably.

I remember fragments, and I have to write this down quick because I have to get ready for work, and let's be honest, I probably won't get back to it today.

It's like I won a strange lottery or something... but not until the middle.

First thing I remember is being with a group of people at night in a neighborhood and going into someone's house that I don't know. I don't think it was my neighborhood, and at first I didn't think the owners of the house were at home. It's dark out and inside the house as well. It's a pretty nice house (this is probably because my cousin gave me pictures yesterday of the new house he bought). Then I'm alone and I'm upstairs and I see that the occupants are home. It's an overweight man and his not overweight wife. maybe in their late thirties, early forties. I feel like I have to get out of there before they see me. so I head to the door and meet up with the people who I broke into the house with and we just walk out the front door. there was an elderly lady, though, that we saw before leaving, and she didn't make it seem like we were in any trouble for being there.

Then we're in a van (maybe because we were talking about vans and the Buick Enclave I want while we were at Busch Gardens yesterday) and driving around a "neighborhood" and I use that term loosely because it was more like a backlot tour at a movie set, but it was kind of creepy. it had the feel like we were in a video game, but I didn't know the objective. I can't remember anything more than feeling that it was weird. it's like we were on a tour. it was still dark, but then it's like we were going through different terrains (I've been playing Terraria) and it was turning into a snowy area, the I feel like there was fire, and maybe muddy at some points.

then I remember walking into like maybe a casino or a gigantic arcade. I was in line with people and when it was my turn I asked for this device that you wear around your neck and it clamps down on it on either side and it has speakers in it and it vibrates like a video game controller, but you feel it all throughout your body. When it activated, I could hear someone say something through the speaker and it was like it was in my head, not a peripheral sound from inside the arcade. (I had a little while ago, maybe a month ago, been playing Fallout using headphones.) I enter the arcade and see all these games, tons of them, in rows like at a casino. Then I run into Poussey from Orange is the New Black and she's so excited and she grabs me by the shoulders and says, "it's like we won the lottery!" I can't find any games I want to play, though.

Then I see this lady sitting on the ground or in a beach chair talking to a group of people about selling... cars... electronics... something, and I start talking about how I would sell the shit out of whatever it was we were talking about. I was pretty excited about it, and it seemed like she was, too, like she wanted to hire me.

Then somehow I don't have my shirt on and I walked up to someone that worked at wherever I was at and told them, and she said, oh it's no big deal, show off that six pack! (I do not have a six pack... but I *am* losing some weight!) so I straighten myself up and stand tall and walk around like it's NBD.

Then I'm outside and I'm walking around in the snow and I can see my footprints. At this point I become lucid for a brief moment and think that I can go do whatever I want now because I realize I'm dreaming. but something startles me and I lose it. I haven't been lucid for a very long time. Maybe stressed out at work, I dunno. Then I see my wife go walk off into the bushes with another woman and I feel really upset, like, that's my wife! what are you doing?

then I'm in a group of people and we're walking through what feels like a haunted house, except it's outside and there a guy and a few girls with me. I feel like it's a game and people are watching us (like Cabin in the Woods). Then we get to a swimming pool/lazy river and we all get in. we float over to a section where there's a man asking what we want most. one of the girls says she wants a spoon with caramelized sugar on it and I say I want a "marijuana cigarette" which must have been a big no-no to ask for and the girl and the guy asking the question's eyes got really big ans so I said "haha, I got you, just kidding, I want to do stand-up comedy!" and so then I'm on a big stage and the curtain opens and the song "I don't wanna lose your love tonight" comes on, but I sing the words "I got my first real six string... bought it at the five and dime... I don't know the rest of the words... I just wanna shake my ass for you!!" and then I'm on these gymnastics parallel bars and I do some really sweet routine.

then my alarm went off.

damn. what a night. I need to take a shower.

Casey's Here
I'm in my bedroom at my house, but it's my old bedroom. I think I was sleeping when Megan came in. Megan says I should get up or something. It felt rude. She says that her old friend was over. Megan leaves the room. I take a massive drink from my water jug, finishing about 80% of it. I'm disappointed that I finished that much, as that needed to last my the whole day. I begin getting ready and try some clothes on. I try a heavy brown jumper on. I quite like it, but it's a tad big maybe. I go through a lot of clothes, with a lot being ugly or too big etc. I think one of them is dads. Daryl comes Into the room with a massive plastic water container, which he places on my bed. I hear Casey's voice in the house. I anticipate Jane or someone coming in to get me to come out and socialize. As I come out, the guests have left. I sit on the couch eating a small tub of coleslaw. Jane walks in and asks if I'm ready for a bike ride. I'm not sure if I'm keen at first, but decide I probably should. Jane shows us some food that we can have, which was a sourdough roll. I get up and walk over to the bench. Daryl is telling me that this place really brings out his beautiful eyes. I examine them closely and see that they're light blue mostly. They seem to be still changing as its a bit patchy.

Off To A Bad Start
I'm at a house and there seems to be a bit of a gathering going on. I'm on the toilet which is in a bedroom. I have the runs. It doesn't have a pleasant smell to it. I wipe my ass and get shit on my jumper or something. It drips onto the floor and leaves a stain. I'm not feeling too good about that, and try to see if I can rub it out, or blend it in with the carpet somehow. I try to find some more toilet paper, eventually finding some near the toilet itself. My brother is now using the toilet, and he realizes I still need to use it. He grabs the toilet bowl and moves it closer to him. Im a bit shocked with what I just saw. He is pissing into the bowl and almost filling it to the top. The toilet bowl falls over and piss goes everywhere. I feel a little better about myself that I'm not the only one that made a mess in the bedroom. A bit of piss gets onto the side of the bed. I smell the sheets to see if it reeks of piss. It doesn't.

I'm in the kitchen and there are people at the table. I decide to play a game where I have to sell product to them. I see 3 vita biscuits on a plate. I pick up the plate and tell them my pitch, which goes a bit like this.
"Ok I have these rare biscuits here. The reason they're rare is due to the ingredients and the culture of them. You know how normal flour is used for making biscuits? Well this isn't normal flour. This is MOON DUST Aka Moon Flour. Also If you look at the 3 biscuits, they have a different color to them. I call this the multicultural biscuits. One is dark, other is medium and last is lightest of the colors."
I had a black hooded jacket on, with the hood over my head when doing the pitch. I really put some professionalism into the pitch, even put on the goofy fake voice they do. As I finished, I continued my act and walked out like I was overly cocky with what I had achieved. I feel a bit embarrassed with what had just happened.

I'm outside and there's an announcement of a man performing a triple backflip on a BMX and eventually landed it after many tries in practice. I think to myself that someone recently performed a quadruple backflip on BMX and that this may have been the one he was talking about. It's night time and I see the set up for the show. It looks like nitro circus which is sponsored by red bull. I see a man go down a big ramp, he's connected to a metal chariot. The horse is made out of metal also. He's flying around the track and notice that he's in a wheel chair. He disconnects from the chariot and flys across what looks to be water. He doesn't make it all the wave and falls off the side of the narrow path.

The scene changes and I'm seeing Daryl run from a girl. Everyone is playing hide and seek. I decide to join in and hide behind these thick trees. There are a lot of trees near one another. Daryl climbs the tree and is hesitant to go any higher. I think that's the right option as there isn't much to hold onto, apart from the trunk. I keep an eye on Daryl incase he falls onto me. I imagine if I was up there and fell, would anyone catch me? And if they did, would it work out ok. I see the girl coming my way. I decide to run to the side of her, hoping to be covered by the trees. She spots me and I run quickly towards a safe zone. I reach the safe zone, but the hole to enter it is too small. I think I try another hut which allows me in. The roof is cut off the hut. Me and the other guy in there are poking our heads out. We're talking about Julian Wilson the pro surfer.

I meet up with some people from the gathering. I don't feel too comfortable due to drinking the night before. I see my cousin Trev. He's sitting in a covered area. There's a lot of cars on top of the small hill. I see Trev's dad, and give him a wave. My dad is walking towards me also. I'm a bit shocked to see him come to something like this.