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I got up at 3:15 and tried for a WILD. I laid there and laid there and felt the time pass and pass...until I finally saw the sky outside my window brighten. I was pretty discouraged. But this was the first morning in a long time where I was going to be able to sleep in. I finally decided that if I kept trying for a WILD, I would just stay awake. So I decided to just get into the most comfortable position and just try to sleep and hope for a DILD. I often have that happen when I can't WILD.

As I was drifting off, I heard my dog barking. It was making me angry, because I really needed to go to sleep and not be bothered by barking. I finally got up and went outside. I was surprised to see that there were at least 6 other dogs that had gotten into the back yard. No wonder my dog had been barking. But when I looked for him I couldn't see him among the other dogs. Suddenly the yard was full of kids and teenagers. They helped me get the dogs out of the yard and would help me find my dog. As we went down the road I saw the that number of dogs had increased to about a dozen or so.

Something about this wasn't right. And really, who were these people I was with? Could I be dreaming? It suddenly seemed much more likely that I was dreaming then walking down the road with all these random dogs and people. I took a jump up....and continued to fly.

Yes!

I very quickly remembered my goal of practicing all my bending skills. I flew to a big tree and sat on a large branch. I cupped my hands in front of me and concentrated on making fire. At first nothing happened. I wasn't too worried because fire is the easiest one for me, and I have had quite a lot of practice over the years at creating fire. So I continued to concentrate and soon saw little heat waves coming up off my hands. With a little more concentration I saw a little fire form within my cupped hands. That was good enough for me. I wanted to move on to water.

I looked at my hands. The fire slowly faded away and in it's place I saw that my hands were filled with water. That was easier than I thought it could be. I have only one memory of water bending in all my lucid dreams and that was years ago--and that cup of water had already been on the table. So I was thrilled that the water just came to be. Now for the next part. I concentrated again on the small pool of water in my hands. Soon I saw a section of water start to snake up. I pulled it with my mind and made it twist and turn. I finally made it head to my mouth where I drank it all down (that had been my plan all along--and it was quite satisfying--the more interaction with the water, the better, I say). I then saw Jeff next to me. He said he was hot. I filled my hands with water again, and this time focused on it until it became ice. It was not quite solid, still kind of slushy, but still intact enough for me to pick it up with one hand and give it to Jeff. He seemed happy with it so I moved on.

I saw that I was in the park next to the airport. I flew over to the fence and saw some small rocks sitting on the fence. I concentrated until those pebbles floated over and into my hands. I then formed a dust devil and those rock went swirling up into the very small dust devil in my hands.

I felt very satisfied that I had been able to do all four elements. At this point I think I had a false awakening. Or I lost lucidity.

I was in what was supposed to be my backyard. I was looking at my tomato plants. I noticed that I had a lot of ripe tomatoes. Many more than I had remembered seeing before. I then noticed that my squash plants were also covered in these big cool looking squash, some orange and other pink with green on one end. As excited as I felt seeing all the squash, part of me started doubting. Again, I decided that there was more chance of me being in a dream than all these squash suddenly growing in my yard (had I even planted squash this year?). No, I was dreaming again. And that was okay.

I suddenly thought about all the bending I had just done. I wasn't quite finished. I wanted to make a bigger dust devil. I concentrated on the ground in front of me and made a 6-7 foot dust devil appear. At first it was just made from random dust and debris. But then I wanted to be creative. I used my mind to lift some reddish colored sand at the base of the dust devil. I watched as it started to swirl slowly up the dust devil. It was so fascinating that I did it again with more sand. Then again. The dust devil had all these swirling stripes, spinning and spinning. I focused again and made the patterns even more complex. It was beautiful, intricate, and so symmetrical. I was in awe.

But then I remembered my next goal which was to summon some new music by Angels and Airwaves. I had been wanting to do this for a while. I hadn't been successful the last time. I hope to be this time. I saw Daniel next to me. I asked him if he had a radio or music player of sorts. He said yes, and pulled out this funny orange and yellow colored box. He pushed a button and music started playing. I told him I needed to hear some Angels and Airwaves...but not just any old Angels and Airwaves, but something new. Something they hadn't created yet. He messed around with it. Several more songs came on, but none of it was what I was looking for. Then the dream faded. And I couldn't get back.

Disembodied, I'm standing on the second floor, looking over a railing down at the main hall of this three-floor antebellum mansion filled with women waltzing to Que Sera, Sera. There's men here too, but they might as well be props, they're not what I'm here to see. A fire breaks out with no apparent cause, and I recognize what moment in time this must be; the fire here is a reflection of what's happening in reality in the place where they're sleeping. One of the women is caught in the fire and starts screaming. And then the fire's gone, and she's fine, and they go back to dancing. Though they're not aware of it, the end of the fire signified the end of their connection with reality; their sleeping bodies have died, and they won't be able to leave this dream world.

I was walking on some large rocks scattered on a shore to an ocean. The rocks were all a tan color with some white specs. I was with my family when I realized that being with my family was a dream sign. I was instantly excited and proceeded to do a nose pinch reality check. I also checked my fingers and counted 14.

Now fully lucid I stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands together. I also shouted out that I wanted clarity in the dream.next I turned around to go explore the dream. I saw my brother and told him that I was dreaming. He believed me and followed me around. While walking I passes under rock cliff that had a tunnel through it. There were also some lanterns hanging in it. I spotted a small wooden building ahead, so I decided to explore that. On the way I crossed a small bridge where I saw a friend of mine. I told him that this was a dream, and he also followe me. Now he and my brother were following me around. After exploring a little more I decided it was time to try some dream control. While walking on a gravel path I tried to fly. I remembered reading that it helped to start jumping until you get enough air to start flying, so that's what I did. At first I wasn't jumping that high. Then I started to go slightly higher, but not quite flying. Eventually I arrived at a marsh. I noticed some people there taking pictures and walking around it. I went over to look at it, but decide to not pass because I couldn't fly over it yet. I turned around and told my brother and friend to go the other way. After walking back we took a bathroom break and went to a bathroom that was carved into a mountain. Instead of going in I went over to a girls I saw from my school. She was playing on a playground and I just walked and said hi. She said hi back and we talked for a few seconds until the dream stopped making sense and then just ended.

I'm a secret agent of sorts, although never explicitly stated, I think, tasked with recovering some kind of secret documents or photographs. From the surface of the ocean, I dive down and see the facility. I enter through the airlock and into the hangar-type area, disguised as facility personnel, and get my bearings. Accompanying me is Nicholas, a kenyan exchange student who stayed with me for a week a few months ago.

The whole scenario reminds me of a certain mission in Medal Of Honour: Allied Assault. The dream itself gives me a feeling that the people running the facility are evil, like nazis or something, but I don't see anything amiss going on. I navigate the facility, looking for a certain room that contains the documents/photographs while Nicholas stays in the hangar and does his own thing, I dunno.

As I go further down/up (it's a bit weird that way), the place starts to feel a bit like school; some personnel are teachers and such from school. I feel more pressure as it gets harder to remain undetected as a spy, as at this point I'm moving into more and more heavily restricted areas, so I have to play off as though I'm supposed to be there, which means avoiding people who have already seen me, or know better, lest they set off the alarm on me.

I run into the deputy head of my school, who is a commanding officer or something; seeing me move to one elevator to go up to the documents, he points me to another one that goes the opposite way. He gets somewhat suspicious when I hesitate or try to continue my normal route, but I eventually take the elevator and he walks on. This means I have to walk back up, but someone else is coming who would blow my cover. I avoid them somehow I forget how, and continue on my way.

I make it to the secret photographs; however, I get caught and the alarm goes off. I look up and see coloured bubbles begin to appear above me, which have messages saying "you lose", "Churchill caught you", "the facility is in lockdown" or something similar. The second bubble shows a face of Winston Churchill. Somewhere in my mind a link is made as though my deputy head was playing the role of Churchill, or some position of power. I dunno why Churchill is mentioned here, when the people running this are in opposition to me/the organisation I'm doing this for.

Anyway, the mission restarts from the hangar, as though loading from a saved point in a video game. This time I am accompanied by 3 other people, who seem to be my friends but I don't recognise them from real life. The routes to the documents we take seem to be shorter, but riskier this time around. We get caught a few more times, sometimes reaching the documents, sometimes not. I forget a lot of the details here, but I remember one attempt in which we mixed with a large crowd of people trying to get outside.

I don't remember much, but I needed to write this down. I think I'm in an old folks home. Everyone around me is older, like grey hair and wrinkles and what not. Except it's like a school cafeteria with all these tables lined up and people sitting at them. I remember my friend Kim is there (she just had to put her dog to sleep yesterday) and everyone is giving her pairs of jeans. There are like 30 pairs of jeans scattered on the end of one of the tables. They are all waist size 32, but the lengths are all different. I picked up one of the pairs and told Kim "I don't think anyone knows how tall you are!"

Then, I guess I was a resident there, but now I'm getting kicked out. There is a box of my stuff, a couple of baseball hats and visors, and a ton of jewelry. I told the guy that gave me my box, "Oh you couldn't let me pack up my own things, you just decided to do it for me?!" I was angry. So I was transferring my things from one box to a different one (to organize?) and a couple of ladies come up to me and start going through the jewelry and taking it! I had to fight them to get it back, not like punching them, but I had to grab like a pearl earring out of some lady's hand and she was all "No, that's MY earring!" And I was like, "NO, that used to be my grandmother's!!!" And I was so livid that someone wanted to take my grandmother's things from me!

Then I think I'm still in the cafeteria, but I'm looking in a chest of drawers. I opened one of the drawers and now I can see inside the chest of drawers. Inside there are places where someone had fastened into the frame yarn or that floss stuff that you use to make friendship bracelets, and strung it through holes in the side. (This reminds me of when my sister was young and she taught my how to make friendship bracelets by using a clipboard to hold the end of the bracelet as you start knotting it.)

Now I don't know where I am, the background is a little blurry, but my sister is there and so is my grandmother (my mom's mom). There's a song on the radio and I don't have any idea what it is, never heard it before, probably some song that doesn't exist anywhere outside of my head, and my grandmother is singing along to it. My grandmother had passed away a long time ago, and the only time I ever heard her even hum was when we were staying at her house in Chicago and she had the radio in the kitchen on in the mornings. I don't think she ever sang. So when I work up, I was practically crying. I don't know what made me so emotional. Maybe I wish we were closer? I was too young to appreciate her company before she got dementia. My sister got all the benefit of really knowing her. Maybe that's how life is funny... I wind up with a really nice job and married, with no obvious mental issues, and my sister is a mental case who can't keep a job, on disability, and not married with no kids... but she got to be really close to my grandma, something that I wish I had.

After wbtb - relaxed for about 40 mins when vibes started - entry to dream not obvious enough for me tho... Must have drifted in and out of sleep quite a few times over about an hour ;

I wandered around with a friend we were outside my bedroom where we knew someone was in there resting and was possibly crying ...we waited for the right moment to enter to help...we went in he was in bed on iPad ,we tried to comfort him. There were more beds in the room all has lovely thick cotton sheets but all were a bit dusty...back in my physical in bed

At another time during a phase of coming back to my body again and agin and allowing myself to experience the vibration enough so that I didn't simply come back to WL body in bed luciditiy came! - I became lucid on a train i marvelled at the lovely colours around me, my family were sitting around me chatting - it felt like we had been there awhile - I tried to get up a few times then finally I could and made it to the door to leave the train. I opened it and felt the strong breez and marvelled at the sheep and grassy fields we passed by . I leaned my body fully out side the train door and said "I know this is a dream I want to experience/purify all my karma now . Now! Soon I came back in and swayed back to my physical body

Another time I was in bed with my love - smooching it was so gentle and tender - he took a photo of us and held it up for me to see - there were 2 of me ... One either side of him...

I felt so close to both worlds ...

Avoiding The Fine
Riding my bike down a road with people. I see police at last second and pull into a side area, expecting the others to pull in also. They keep riding on, getting chased by the cops. I walk my bike. There's a wall with victims of a tradergy. I move the victims around to what I thought was right. I see a movie scene of Johnny depp and Angelina Jolly. I think that Johnny would have tapped that no problems. Angelina had blonde hair and looked a bit trashy as she walks into the room. Im at Rita's now and I'm watching their foxtel. The controls are different. It's fatter and buttons r in diff spots. I get to a menu that lets me change the picture of a feature. I accidentally change it. I try and get it back to its original but can't. As I'm changing it, I come across Ronda Rousey pictures. I expect to settle with one of those. Rita walks into room with Bruce. Rita says about Ronda fighting. I ask if she wants to know results. Bruce puts down a piece of paper down on table, and puts down the battered fish. He offers some to me. I think hard about if I should or not. I decide to have 1. There's food in the middle of the table that's extra. I don't want to have any of that, because there might not be enough for everyone.

I go on my way to the next down, but am unsure how long it may take. I first leave and realize i probably need to hug up more. I leave again, and I see a billboard in the distance with kids on it. A little girl is waving and blowing a kiss as if it's tradition for their culture. I do the respectful thing and do it back. I walk passed the board and on the other side is more kids. 2 of them are about to fight in MMA. They're both of Asian descent. One looks a little disabled in his appearance. He says something. Later on I hear about the fight and the disabled guy got knocked out. He says it's ok that he got defeated that way. I try picturing his body getting knocked out.

Dream Fragments
1 celebrity is talking about how another always sends him things about asteroid impact on earth which keeps being untrue.

Morning of August 6, 2015. Thursday.



I am with an unknown male though also sense Zsuzsanna is around at one point. I am going with him to an unknown location, though I think it has something to do with recovering certain information on the other side of the river (possibly in a different town). We are both riding bicycles and it vaguely reminds me of riding with Kenneth W or James M at a distance (out of town or on the other side of town) that eventually seems too far, though my bicycle is functioning normally. There was another schoolmate that used to go with me most of the way home (only for a month or two), though oddly, I do not recall his name (one of the only names I had forgotten in my lifetime, in fact) and this may be the character I am thinking of. It seems fairly late at night and I can just barely make out land features.

We reach a bridge over water and cross it about halfway and I soon see it is slightly inclined to where it goes down into the water, submerged from there. This surprises me, as I thought the other male knew where he was going, though now it seems he is gone (or perhaps somehow already got to the other side). I am trying to remember if he did get to the other side (with a brief impression that he was in the water for a short time). I am not sure what to do. I am not sure if I should ride my bicycle over the surface of the water, ride in while half-submerged (with the bicycle wheels half-submerged as I cross the river) or just keep going and see what happens (though I do not really want to ride completely underwater). My dilemma causes my dream to slowly fade. I have had numerous similar dreams of partly submerged bridges and docks throughout my life since childhood. I suspect it directly relates to the waking process or state of consciousness itself as many other in-dream predicaments do (for example, a car crash may solely metaphorically represent the waking process and the termination of the temporary dream-self).

I might as well include another non-lucid dream with this entry since there is not that much to it. Caution: Violence at end. Skip to avoid.

I am shopping in a store I buy food at in real life, though it is quite different. I am looking in a very large freezer (much deeper than in reality - and it seemingly has no shelves) where there are mostly meat pie packages and a few other frozen items. I hold the glass door open for awhile and am somewhat annoyed as there is not that much food in normal packaging in the entire freezer (which is nearly the entire length of the aisle). What little items there are, are sitting on large cardboard boxes (I assume they are unopened stock) and there are also a few smaller boxes on top (a couple being open) and I contemplate getting out whatever I need as I thus far only have one meat pie package (probably containing about four to six meat pies). There are only a few loose items strewn about the top of the stack that I want to look at or perhaps buy.

I then see that there are three people on the other side of the boxes who are standing within the larger freezer area itself, the boxes of which are at least three rows deep and stacked to above the waist. There are two females and a male and at least two of them have clipboards and appear to be taking some sort of inventory. They are a bit to the left. I reach over to the right and move a couple smaller lighter boxes to get to another product, which may be the only one left.

“Why don’t you go somewhere else instead of f–king around here?” asks the male (who may be the store’s manager), sounding very annoyed. This surprises me because I am a customer in a grocery store just trying to reach a product. I inform the man that I am leaving (and I do) and that I will make sure none of my friends or family ever shop there again. (In real life, I no longer shop in the grocery store that absurdly promotes self-service through the cramped and problematic small self-service section with a trolley-full of groceries while the cashiers just stand around gawking as all the normal checkouts are blocked off.)

From here, I walk home (rather than continuing to do any shopping elsewhere), though the location and building is not that familiar, yet I know I live there with my family. It vaguely reminds me of some sort of unlikely composite of Duffy Street (Australia) and Arcadia’s North Monroe (where I have not lived since early 1968). There are many young people running around randomly in the front yard, perhaps involved in some sort of game (like informal soccer) or party, though there does not seem to be any order to any of it and some of them seem to be wearing very strange and random outfits. It may be some sort of high school or college event, such as a semester break (though I do not know why they picked this area as they obviously do not all live in the area).

As I decide to go around and enter my home through the back of the building to avoid collision or confrontation with what may be a chaotic group of addled college or high school students, a (unfamiliar and unknown) girl who seems friendly joins me. We walk to an area near the back of my apartment building (which at this point looks a bit like the apartment building across the yard from where I lived at North Monroe). The back of my building has a door to enter the premises (at about the middle of the walkway from where we are), though directly to my right seems to be another tall building so that it is like looking into a narrow alleyway. There are several boulders and large rocks within the alleyway which are blocking my way to the door (though realistically, it would be ridiculous to assume someone or even several people put them there by hand). “Who did this? How are people supposed to get into their apartment?” I ask the girl (who is standing to my left) angrily. The girl leads me to the other side of the building where the rocks are now mysteriously gone just from looking through the opposite side of the alleyway.

From here, we get to the back entrance where there is a screen door. A tall young unfamiliar male (though he seems almost thirty when I look again even though I first get the impression he might be a college football player) comes out asking “How are you doing, dad?” as if with mindless sarcasm related to my age (and I am at my own home after all and I assume he is not supposed to be there). At this point, I am annoyed, as I reach semi-lucidity and the waking stage at the same time. In previous dreams I used to shoot every annoying character during the waking process. This time I pull out a large knife and effectively run it across his throat as I wake.

This last part was strongly influenced by the “Secrets and Lies” television miniseries filmed where we used to live (where the father goes to get his oldest daughter and is insulted and pushed and told to leave by the younger male as if he had no right to look after his own children), where the little girl turns out to be the clever criminal and killer rather than the suspicious adult males or other characters. Sorry for giving it away but at least I spared you the misery of watching it. And yes, it was supposed to be a serious detective show.

Awesome night. I'll never complain about getting up early to fix breakfast again…

earlier:

+ hailing the remote controlled car at a busy intersection, trying to get to the same curb on the street that it's driving on to meet it

+(f) my friend MR wants to apprentice for the master (guy), we both can't do it (so I'll have to drop out?), we say he may not be interested in a rank beginner, see a store with products on the shelves?

+ I'm at multiple laptops connecting to the net, with wife, transparent keyboards, connect, connect to networked ASCII game that my wife's brother is playing at his apartment, something about the asteroid material and special beings

make breakfast, then BTS, later:

+ LD #132: I'm standing outside in daylight of a white home, talking with TZ, who's leaving. I ask him how did he leave his work ("Are you retiring? Taking a sabbatical?"). After he leaves I enter the home, everything is white. I realize I haven't seen my dog L in a long time, I think he's gone/lost, I should have asked TZ about him before he left. I run crying hysterically through house that I can't find my old dog L, I imagine seeing his empty house, little poops around, then I stop & think maybe this isn't a tragedy, maybe I'm dreaming I do a nose pinch and can clearly breath. Now I'm lucid, I decide to do a TOTM. I try and try to remember a single TOTM task, I feel like they're all right there on the tip of my tongue and will come to me any second, but they just don't.

Spoiler for explicit sexual situations:

I notice a black girl leaning over a counter with her butt in my direction and all thoughts of the TOTM are gone. Always wanted to get with a black girl! I pull down her pants and try to enter her from the back. Things are a bit vague and don't quite fit. My (ahem) is sticking up out of her pointing in the air, and I grab a girl (or two?) to the left and tell her to take care of that with her mouth. The two new girls offer me to move to the cot to the right and for me to get on the bottom. I'm a bit surprised by this, girls usually don't take the initiative in sexy LDs. I ask "right over there, huh? OK" and move over there.

As I'm moving over there I notice there are a variety of odd-shaped clocks on the wall, and I think about clocks misbehaving in dreams, but I just glance at them and don't give them another thought.

Sexy time going on for a while with the two girls, I notice that this has been a fairly long experience, longer than usual. They're both down around my legs and they start to disappear. One of them comes up as if to mount me cowgirl style with her breasts hanging down over my face and I reach for them and think "this is good, this is a position I like to climax in."

The dream ends/transitions.

+ I'm next to a group of girls, sitting down against a wall.

Spoiler for sexual situations:

I lean down over them, moving my mouth to each of their's, the first several ones do not respond. The one to the left at the corner does respond with her lips and we start making out. A bit later I realize I'm still kissing her, and I'm moving my hips as if having intercourse with her with a weak sensation,

the dream ends

+ in room with friends, it's in friend MR's childhood room. There are boxes of things lining the far wall covered with a tarp, I think my things are in there but the group is covering them up (they want me to leave?). In the middle of the floor is a strange vita-mix blender. The base is normal sized, but the blender container is really small, just a few cups of capacity, I think that's a pretty useless vitamin.

Lying there on the ground towards the end of the room, I see MZ's (TZ's son) pile of sticks of gum (he likes Wrigley's Mint types, I have two of the white sticks). They've taken away the bed, don't want me around, I'm out in the hallway looking for the girl's room

+ donating typewriters to the Science museum, meeting with a guy at the front desk

+ son is sticking his face into the crotch of the (gymnast) when she spreads her legs, she's working out on the bottom bunk of bunk beds. Her back is to him so she can't see what he's doing. She's holding on to the upper bunk bed and doing the splits, that's when he sticks his nose right up against her butt. I tell him not to do that. Initially I'm from the side of the bed. Change position, I'm looking down the length of the bed now, and notice she's bottomless, and when she spreads I catch a glimpse of her (ahem) and a patch of dark pubic hair. She continues doing the splits and my sons jumps/falls in right with his head/nose stuck directly in her (ahem).

I'm naked wrapped in a yellow bath towel trying to figure out how to get with some girls. There's a group there, but they're leaving. I leave this place and enter pool area (through a door?). Immediately upon entering I see MZ (gum guy) riding a 4-wheel motorized vehicle built out of swimming pool noodles, I watch him drive away.

I arrive to another area, there's a big play rehearsal going on, I see my son in this fatigue sweats, my wife waves to me.

Two older middle-aged couples slide up on the snow from behind me (in the direction I came), the wives are riding on the slippery white bodies of their husbands on top of the snow.

Pretty big night last night, many many short scenes, some coherent theme-wise, but generally lots of jumping around. The benefits of getting to bed before midnight!

earlier:

+(f) they're coming, get into the SUV, drive away over difficult terrain (day residue, watched Mad Max: Fury Road)

+ "applying" to the girl to be her boyfriend, I'm with out, vague outdoor twilight/dark place, I tell her "come on, I'm right here!", but she still wants me to write up my application, I lean over/on top of her, trying to get her to agree to me.

I look up and about 30 feet away I see a small building from the side. My GF has her room in this building. It is faced with partially transparent material. The building has 3-4 stories. About 3/4 of the building on the left side is taken up by the staircase. I see (maids?) moving inside. To the right of the staircases on each landing is the door to a room, I think I'll find my GF in there if I go in.

+ Go in to the bottom of the GF building above?, there's a group in class, I go out (dark), get in car, school schedule unfolding and stuck to feet?. There's a fast way out of the parking lot (but illegal?), I get stuck in the flow of traffic going the longer way around. As we drive I see huge piles of garbage. There's a big tray of eggs at my feet, my feet are in the middle of them, there are some unbroken ones around the edges but most are broken, I throw it on the garbage heap?

+ I'm playing in orchestra: we're on riser platforms, I look down and my chairs legs barely have room to stay on the platform. In the row in front of me are the oboists (2 cute girls), they have hogged all the room, I complain to them and they invite me to sit in their row. Will I sit on their left, or shall I sit in between them, that would be nice .

The conductor has 2 newly broken vertebrae, he must be careful in conducting style. He must avoid jumping up and down, and keep very smooth movements, he (a PT guy?) is giving examples and I'm watching his conducting. From time to time he must step down from the platform and "walk it off" a little bit, and step down from time to time. I wonder what the audience will think of this.

Something about the string section?

+ at school: I'm in a classroom with a programming teacher (middle-aged female), she is showing a code sample on the screen/board, it's very short and mostly import statements, very modular. We have a discussion on the merits of one particular (scripting?) programming language based on this single example of code ("look how clean it is!" she claims), I grant her point but I'm defending C++

In the hallways, my mother and sister are there, my sister always gets the new clothes.

later:

+ Waiting my turn in line going around the lunch table for the water boiler/cooker. The line moves clockwise around the table to the left. It's a small square table. As I reach the 3rd side and it's my turn, I fumble with my yellow rice ingredients, it's spilling out of my hands, trying to get it into the pot, (someone complains that?) it turns the water yellow.

+ storm out of the Tribes-1-like video game capture the flag game furious after I discover a cheating opponent wearing "both sides" armor that is invulnerable to my shots and the turrets I place are ineffective against him

+ in the French class of (trying to remember her name) "Mrs. Rivello" [false] (her name doesn't sound very French, more like Italian), taking (bread? candies?) out of (Christmas-decorated?) containers

+ girl is debating paying the required $4000-$5000 to have me as a boyfriend (still a great deal, I'm a great catch), does she know I'm 50 and married and not really <foreign> but just live there?

Driving to school in the back seat, against the right window, in car with others, coming the other way in the approaching lane (there's a barrier between the lanes), a guy I know to be a priest/teacher going the other way makes the sign of the cross and calls out "Hi <my name>" as his car blows by ours. This happens again, and I have something hanging down over my face, I wonder, how did he see me?

Approaching the school, I look at the buildings and they're very run down and dilapidated.

I'm late to journalism class, I think I'll have to get my own car so I can arrived on time.

Walking through a confusing section of rooms/hallways, I'm trying to find my class. There are lists of names posted outside every room and I think I see my name a number of times. I come upon an open class room see students sitting around a window, this is mine? I enter the class room. Across the table a bit separated I see my GF (from above, $4000). As I sit the teacher chastises me for being late.

I'm in the locker room getting ready to leave out of the left door, some gangsters come and block that door, they're here to threaten me to throw the game (I'm on the football team?), I head out right away through the right-side door. The gangsters will use a new, young kicker on the team to throw the game.

Waiting for the elevator in an open atrium, it arrives it is a large glass walled and ceilinged room like a little greenhouse, I hold my GF's hand, get on, as the elevator moves down I lean forwards and kiss her on the lips (for the first time?)

+ reading (sports mix container?) about different types of vitamin C: for bodybuilding, you must only take "area" style after a workout, even a single dose of normal vitamin C can erase all your gains for the whole period

+ Wizard fields: outdoors, daylight, walking among fields among high hills. Get to a high point and wave to my friends in the distance (a grey-bearded wizard?), I step forwards and fly/glide over the low fields to the next hill where he's standing. To the right, a group of our guys is sitting under an outcropping making and throwing swiss cheese sandwiches to each other, one time the guy put too much cheese in and had to take some out.

+ Plane: reading a large detailed plan / flowchart with two others, one of the components of the project is given a silly name (like the "I love you" part), I keep referencing this. I tell the (female) manager that if we get everybody to work on a phase simultaneously we can finish it.

Getting on the plane, I see a guy/girl walking on holding out their hands and a big steam of (clothing?) falls into their hands (they're sneaking this stuff on past security?), will they have enough time to pack it up in sheets before having to board?

The plane is starting to taxi, the engines rev up, I look back and see the (blast shield?) lowering/opening up in order for the engines to blast freely, we head down an incline and I anticipate a bit of a bump as we hit the level ground but it's minor. The plane is now taxiing for take-off, but we're following freeway signs and heading through the city. Our destination is somewhere tropical. The pilot is asking for directions? We seem to be heading towards the edge of the water, is our destination so close?

We head for the water, and I think the pilot needs to really push the throttle. Maybe we can go out over the water then push the throttle but it's probably better to push it ahead of time.

We've arrived at an outdoor picnic party area, there's a group of people there celebrating, (plane is gone), one surfer-dude comes up and clasps hands with me in greeting, I notice a small black mark on the tip of his thumb and am hesitant at first but then do it.

+ Driving with wife, finding a parking spot, looking at the spots all along the road, have to find a legal spot don't want to get a citation or towed. Pull into a spot. There's a cop there and I say I want to park until midnight, and he says that's $7.50. (I thought it would be more like $0.25). I pay him and he gives me the ticket/receipt and am juggling the change, the ticket, my wallet. I'm looking for a place to put it all back together, I see the cop's (laptop? open folder?) and think of using that for a second but think it's not a great idea. Another guy/couple comes and asks to park until 4/4:30am.

+ The gang is gathering to continue working on our group project. A guy playing a triple-concentric soprano saxophone arrives, (he's outside our place?) it plays in 3-part harmony. He puts it down and I pick it up and play a quick little tune on it (Happy Birthday?), I finish by hitting a very high note (with fingering of the recorder's high notes?). I put it down and wonder if I should suck in my spit, I don't and put it down and feel a bit bad that I've slobbered on the guy's mouthpiece.

We can't begin until the final guy arrives, we call him, his girlfriend is annoyed that he's being called in on their day off together.

Each night I was going out of a hideout with another dude, to vandalise and steal. First night we went into jewelers store. It was easy to pick the lock, and we entrered the store. It was dark, though we could clearly see our destination. I went to an energy box, and turned the power off in the whole building, so alarm wouldn't ring. After that, emergency generator in a basement started to work. I entered the dark, cold basement. There were shelves with boxes. I checked them, but found nothing of interest. I shut down the generator, and went back upstairs.

We proceeded to smash display cases, take jewelry, and set fire in the building. Then we just went away, walking calmly through dark alleys into our hideout. No one was bothering us on the way, and city guards were busy with calling for firefighers.

Next night, we wandered dark alleys for a while, and entered a park in the middle of the city. It was a pride of the city, with ancient trees. We took spray cans and started to draw random stuff on the trees. We sprayed most of the park, leaving only the part which had cameras working. When we noticed the cameras, we quickly escaped to hideout. This was not the end, as we were followed by guards. We had to hide quickly. The dude ran somewhere, and I started to climb up to the attic. I was in the darkness, watching the guard trying to find me, and then walk away when he couldn't.

#460 - DEILD - 4:41AM

Had my usual for caffeine WBTB at 330am. My son made sleeping diffcult and I was forced to move to the couch. I fell asleep doing breathing meditation

I partly wake in the halfway state and slip out of body. I float in the room for a second the move out the door. Its too dark to do much but the porch light lets me see a little. I get confused and think my foal is to talk to an object and I find a plastic bottle of water. I tell it to talk to me but suddenly remeber this is the old task. i squeeze the bottle and watch the strange dream water shoot out. I wake slightly.

I maintain consentration and slip back out. I float in the room for a bit enjoying being wieghtless. Then wake again

One more I continue the DEILD chain and fall the the floor. its dark again and I crawl around until my head hits a table leg. I have my orientation now and I reach for the light switch expecting it to work. It does but the light is still dim. I look around the room and my cats are going crazy running around the room. There seems to be Christmas decorations hanging from the ceiling but when I look directly at them they vanish. I now recall the fishing goal and decide there can be a pond in the house. I look around expectantly but I find no water. I can feel my fish pole in my hand ready to be blind summoned. I move furniture around and even pull the couches out but its just not happening. I quickly wake up.

Time:2:00am
I had to ride a bicycle and go from one place to another place ( don't know where ). As I ride I see I am surrounded by water and it gets dark. I am not able clearly see things. Then it appears that I had to ride up with the bicycle and one one figure helps me. It will keep my things safe and I can take it from the place where water is being surrounded. I ride-up to the raised land level, and see my things are kept by the full figure and a head figure safely in a apartment like building at 4th floor. They wait for me to climb up and goto the apartment and take things. I crab the building outside corner and climb up only using my hands and my other body didn't touch the building; they float along. I see there is a big figure (human like) inside the apartment, I dare not go in. I see the big figure looks at me and I feel he is asking why I am there. I say I kept my things there, then still didn't pick them up. I come in front of the apartment (not entered in the apartment, only hanging out side of the apartment wall) and I see I float. Apartment extended with a roof above me and I am not going up and I look down from the hight. I see the head figure lying at the ground. I feel that I honestly don't want to go inside the apartment to collect my things. Then the head figure laughs and turns red at the same time. I wake up.

Feeling left at the end: What is the joke? Am I being played ?