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Too bad the comp is over, that would have gotten me so many points
Really cool dream nonetheless.

Lucidity: 8.5/10
Control: 8.5/10
Vivacity: 8/10

First part of the dream is non lucid, basically I had a 10 minutes night of "sleep" before having to take a plane but missed it, then my father almost accidentally killed my step sister... We eventually set out for a tour in the Everglades, with my father, my brother and my sister. I'm looking for any signs of aligators. Eventually I find one in a lake which seems especially big. I understand why it seems so big when a big eye reveals itself under the "alligator's" body. Turns out it's not a gator but rather the top of the head of a T-Rex which shoots up in the air. It's somewhat small for such a creature: about twice my height... Still could cut you in half with a single bite though.I become lucid. Another dinosaurs appear south of nowhere and they both get in a fight. I'm kind of in the heat of the moment so I follow the others running. When I turn around, I see the T-Rex roaring in our direction: he's done with the other dinosaur. There's a high building in front of us, outside the swamps. I think about flying there but I feel like I won't be able to do it with the others in my arms. So I do the Spider-Man handsign thing to shoot a web onto a building behind my target and I take my family in my left arm. Then, I pull super hard onto the web, kind of slingshot ting us near the building's roof. I realize that we're going to crash into it so I give an extra momentum boost by attempting to fly. We land safely.

There on top of this building is a totally different scenery. It looks like a very clean city; all the walls are white, every facade of every building is homogenous. I rub my hands together, the other rescapees scatter in all directions. I remember my goals. First I want a task of the month. I kind of want to try the drawing one but I feel like it will take too much time, and I've much more demanding stuff to do. A large group of DCs split around me. I remember the farting task. I force a fart out.
"Euhm.. It-it was meee !"
No one cares, they just keep walking.
"Hey that was me," I repeat. Still no reactions
Well, I won't linger on that.

I need to steal Zeus's lightning rod. I remember about Pegasus, and how IRL, I thought would be easiest to summon him.
"Hey how are ya..."I say before turning around..."Pegasus."
I find no winged horse. I only notice a bright white cat. I try to summon Pegasus a few more times but I only find some kind of bright white animal and equally bright white glasses laying on the floor.
"Ok you can stop hiding, I know you're right behind that corner," I shout.
Finally I find, a bright white winged horse... Or small pony, rather.
You know what that'll do.
"Are you ready?" I ask.
He nods, and I mount him. He is just about as high as my hips. As he takes off I shout, "TO ZEUS!" then "TO ZEUS'S LIGHTNING", and finally "TO ZEUS'S LIGHTNING ROD!"

The flight is quite exciting. Pegasus is not very stable, and I'm worried about falling off because he's so small. I rub my hands against his fur, to stabilize. Everything is super realistic. Eventually, we reach the clouds and when we go past them, we find a huge golden chair... there is also some kind of safety locker, where I assume the lightning rod is. Before we can go any further, I feel a super powerful presence at my right... In a second, a huge pixelated version of Zeus emerges from the clouds, flying one hand forward. In the other hand is his lightning rod. In a very loud, very deep and mostly, very angry voice, he says...
“You will NOT take my lightning rod!”
I feel an urge to fly away, but I hold my ground.
Worth it.
I teleport off of Pegasus and throw a punch in Zeus’s Massive left side. As soon as my punch lands, I teleport to his opposite side and punch him there. Then, I teleport up a dozen meters above him, where I pull my open hand to my hips and fly down head first towards him… I focus on the “energy” around me which, as in throw my arm forward, converges inside of my arm; the energy reaches my knucles exactly when I strike Zeus. He is blasted onto the ground. I land onto him. I feel the dream destabilizing, but I won’t let it end now. I take the lightning bolt, and then allow myself to slip into a FA in which I write this dream down, before waking up for real.

I´m in my hometown i dont live anymore and riding a bike. i cross a street and on the other side is a older woman with her bike. she has somewhat problems and after it gets green she dont cross the road but cant hop on her bike. i bypass her and think hm now i need to ride over the high curbstone. after i crossed the street from the same direction is rolling a buggy past me and behind me the mother is screaming. i try to jump on my bike again and drive after the buggy but i had problems to get on my bike and i just dont get on speed. i start wondering and want to do a RC afterwards but then i decide to do it right away. at first there is nearly no air passing my pinched nose but then i can breath thru it and i am lucid. i keep on riding my bike straight forward but somehow am at the same crossroad i startet befor getting lucid. i get of the bike summon my glasses behind me get them and put them on my nose. the glasses are super uncomfy and have no positiv effect on my clarity. i turn right and want to summon Nightfeather. i expect her to be infront of me but it dont work. on the right site there is a small shop and i enter it with the hope that i might find her there. there are some people and its pretty narrow in there. i pass some shelves and in the back of the store there are changing room i enter the one for men then go out and think maby she is in the one for girls. the doors of the room are like those in western movies so you can see the legs and feet of the person behind. i enter the room and there is a girl.

Spoiler for Sexual stuff:

we start making out but she just sticks her tongue into my mouth dont move it and the tongue is hard like a stone. i tell her that she is doing it wrong and that she needs to relax her tongue. we try again and she do better but still far away from a nice tonguekiss. i decide that i want to have sex with her and she has something really tight black suit on. we try some really really strange and unlogical position that just cant work.

after some seconds i decide it is a waste of time and leave the cubicle. and am on my way to leave the store. the store now is empty and i open a window and pull a calculator in my hand per telekinesis. i think about the task that i want to juggle but i decide to find Nightfeather first [damn me why didnt i just juggle...that would be like 25 points or something just like that] but no i leaving the store and i am eager to find NF. i start calling for her but i just cant find her. i see an friend of mine from behind but decide to move on and keep searching. after some feet i decide to turn around and search this friend of mine because maby she can help. i go the way she moved but cant find her neither. i speed up my pace and run like hell the hill up. i jump a little and fly on a hillside. there is a guy i outpace and do a superhigh jump on a part of a wall of a building. i dont reach the top with my feet but hold the edge with one hand. i hoist myself up. now the guy i passed by is an enemy and the dream becomes a actionmovie theme. i start throughing fireballs on him. and like always there are no fireballs but something balls. i want to enter the building though a window and open it from insite with telekinesis. i want to turn on the light on the same way but it dont work. three guys enter and hold me down. i dont like the way the dream takes. i decide not to fall in dreamplot and i try to make a fire with my hand but this time i really focus and imagine the fire. my hand starts smoking and a little bit of fire starts. i try to throw it but it is not enough and looks more like you through a litte bit of sand. i then put my hand on one of the guys and imagine that the hand is getting hot. he starts yelling/falling down even if i dont think that it worked. i kick him away and jump to the second guy. he has a taser gun i take it from him and taser one after another the guys down. i think i leave the room and wake up shortly after.

i think i had another short LD that i forgot because i have the vague image of doing a nosepinch and saying "wow i am still dreaming?!"...

I was on a bus going up a hill as it was raining and kind of dark. But just before it got up the hill somehow i got out and began walking home. Which is the opposite direction that the bus was going in. After walking for a bit i woke up on the bed. It was supposedly night time but my family members were staying up late. I ended up finding my dad and telling him about the dream i had about being on the bus when it was raining.

He said something that showed he heard me than was talking to my mom about something. I than walked into the kitchen to look for a snack. I saw boxes of doughnuts lying around and was about to get a chocolate one. But in the fridge there was a big lemon frosted cupcake in a package. I looked in the living room to see my younger brother and asked if it was his. He said i could eat it and that he had another one. I took the cupcake happyily than went into my dad's room.

But it felt like my room. When i looked at the package expiration date i thought about the dream i had and asked my dad if the date was old. I couldn't see it cause it was morphing and hard to see. My dad told me that if i didnt want it i should give it away. But dont come crying back when i miss it for the 800th time.Than the scene changed.


I was now watching the simpsons in a park filled with people and kids who were competing in a racing competition with their favorite toy. Bart was fixing something and the mom asked if he was going to cheer for his skateboard in the race. He said no. The skateboard was racing a black mote control monster truck and was in the lead but just when it was about to win it stopped slowly and the monster truck won.Than the scene went back to me being in my dad's room.

My mom started saying how i shouldn't give away something that is important to me if it was going to just make me sad in the end. I looked at a metal bar i was holding and saw the date Febuary 0 something. Than looked around and got anxious because she was disappearing and i started thinking what if a dc jump me right now. My mom than held my hand and told me not to worry. That the needle thing that happened with Danny wasnt going to happen again. I felt better but than i suddenly reappeared on my mom's bed with her.

As we were laying down i was wondering if the giving away thing had to deal with my dream guide. Than out of no where i was pulled by something and ended up in the air. I shouted for my mom to help me than she jumped and pulled me down holding me tight. There was also this weird bendable, rectangular long, grayish yellowish, plastic/blanket like thing she told me to hold so i would be ok. Than she took me out the room and met with a person who she blamed for causing trouble.

Dirty And Clean

I was inside a school with my cousins and brothers. We were about to go look for the lunch room but as i was walking around something caught my attention.


The next thing i recall is being on a flying small house that was flying above a dirty pond. Than the house sank halfway and i began thinking of Eye. I than appeared in a Maplestory setting where i had been trapped by a hacker.I But after thinking of who the mischievous dream character following me might be i appeared in my younger brother's room.

I was drawing a picture on the bed of a orange skin Egyptian man with a black pastel nose and eye shadow and lips. With orange and yellow eyeballs. Than I began drawing his man skirt with the black pastel and it morphed until it got a black head cover or something of the sort.

It than stood up and made a yellow dress appear. I thought of it as the bad guy and was going to let it dress me up but that I was going to trick it and go back to the good side once I was saved. I stepped into a black skirt it held out for me, the dress changed, than it lifted it up and i was in a net. It pulled me as it ran out the room and i bumped my head with the door. After bumping my head i quickly got out and closed the door. As i felt my head i noticed tiny little red papers that floated down.

After that i took a remote i found that sort of had a game look to it and pretended it was a phone. I managed to get Eye but than thought of Dawn. A boy ended up appearing but he didnt look like Dawn.However, when he hugged me he gave me a cool, clean feeling.

A lecture hall

Seated at about the middle of the hall, I first notice all the seats before me are empty. I intuit there must be some students behind me, else this is a rather poorly attended lecture. Right? Maybe. I don't bother to turn to look. At the front, President Obama leads the class. He wears black pants and a white dress shirt with no tie. He talks and I hear words but I am not listening. I am just watching him, more interested in how he moves. How he maneuvers. Starting from the center, he glides to the left a few paces with his long, casual stride. This first move is inconspicuous. One expects the teacher to wander a bit, to engage the whole room and to reach either end of the chalkboard. But then he takes another step to the left. More talk. And then another move to the left.

Now, I take notice that this is odd. He keeps going left. And now he is also gesturing left with the chalk in his hand, emphasizing and exaggerating his movement. He has gone too far. He's at the edge of the blackboard. Or is it a whiteboard? For a moment I unfocus the professor and squint at the board. It's a blackboard, but it's one of those green ones. But enough about the board, I look back at Obama. He is still going left. Another step and he will be out the door that flanks the room. He can't go any further, yet still he is leaning, ready to move once more. Time stops. This can't be real. Him, down there in front, frozen midstep, his leg halfway through the doorway. Me, alone in the center, agaze in disbelief.

At last, my observations become a conscious thought: Why is he going left? My confusion progresses to speculation and eventually to amusement. I can only guess that he is compelled to go left. Or he is being dragged left by an invisible hand. Or the whole world is tipping left and he is merely obeying gravity, but I am oblivious to the imbalance. I cannot know. I can only stare with delighted puzzlement.

Now, another thought enters my mind: That's my left, but his right. He must think he's going right, but not so from my point of view or anyone else's in the room. Is there anyone else in the room? Now I want to turn to look but the world has already frozen and I am too late to move. I can only linger on that paradox that his right is my left, and so my right must be his left, but which left is The Left? It's all because of the different points of view. He and I are victims of geometry. It all seems relative to me, conveniently. But maybe there is an absolute. Sigh, I'm ruminating. My final take is that it's like he is on stage, so his orientation is backwards. Or ours is. Which one is "stage" left? From the perspective of the actors or the audience? I struggle to recall which. It seems as if knowing that bit of trivia in this moment would bring some closure or payoff to this scene. But alas, I cannot remember. Oh well. The urge to laugh is too strong to resist and I can't hold the moment still any longer.

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This was not meant to be a political satire. What amused me so much, both in the dream and afterward, was that it could be mistaken for one.

I was in an office inside a skyscraper. It was on a really high floor. In my office, I had a desk, a wooden shelf loaded with books, two file cabinets and a flower pot with strange tall plant. Through a window, I could see people wandering the corridor.

Suddenly the skyscraper trembled and something on the corridor exploded. I quickly hidden behind a desk, just before glass shards flewn through my office. I heard screams - people were hurt, and some of the dead started to move.

When zombies started to run into my office, I decided to jump through the window - I was falling down at high velocity, with no chance to survive. Suddenly I found myself inside a car, and decided to drive through the city. For some reason I had problems with driving. After a while I left the car and entered a building - it was a school of hand-to-hand battle. After a while of talking, I went back to the city, found another car and drove away.

Finally I have reached my destination - a seaside cliffs. Watching the sundown, I moved closer to the edge, and jumped down into the water. Next I swam to a nearby island and entered a shack. I met a zombie there, this one was carrying a tower shield and a battle axe.

I took a stick lying on the ground, and avoiding the his hacks with battle axe, I beat him into a bloody pulp. I took his shield and the battle axe, and went outside. I saw a huge swarm of zombies, jumping down the cliff to reach me.

Wow, it's been so long! BUT I'M BACK!

Okay, first dream. Uhm... it's really shocking, so, WARNING?

I was taking my dog to the pet shop for his bath. It started raining and I got worried, because I didn't want him to get all wet (...yes, I was taking him to his bath. So this concern makes no sense), but we got there pretty fast. We entered the place and it was time for me to leave.

I left and I ran into this kid who needed help. He was around ten, eleven. I asked him what had happened, and he said his sister was in pain. So I followed him and we found his sister, who was around the same age. There was blood everywhere and I thought she had been shot. Turns out she had been pregnant and had lost the baby.

Their father found us and he didn't even know his daughter was pregnant (then again, she WAS just a child herself) and he couldn't understand how that had happened. So we learnt that the kids (siblings) had been having sex. They didn't know it was sex and that it was wrong, but they had been doing it. The father felt extremely sick, especially when he found the foetus.

Yeah, I don't know where that came from either. About two, three months ago, I had a Law & Order: SVU marathon... maybe that was it. Who knows?

Second dream:

I was watching a video. It was supposed to be a parody, but I don't know. Anyway, video: there was this girl watching her laptop, then someone came out of the screen. She started screaming it was the Matrix and then I realised there were a bunch of sorta famous people in this video. I was surprised to see so many minor celebrities on a random parody video, but it was funny. They started singing and then they left.

I ended up finding myself in the room where they had been. I picked up a book I wanted to read and left too. It was a really big, nice house. It was my house - but not really. I was really happy that my mother had made all these changes in the house, especially because there were huge rooms for parties and balls. I was impressed.

Then, my mother showed up while I was getting food on my plate and she was mad that my father was going to this dinner thing with his family, cause she couldn't go, since she would be working. I was suspicious that dad was cheating on her again, but I didn't say anything.

Then, I got the book I had picked up in the bedroom and, somehow, I had already finished it. I turned it and the back of it said that there was a coat on it and you had to take it off to see the real book with your own eyes. I did and there really was a coat on the book and the book went from green to blue. It was a very cool effect.

Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday.



I seem to be focused on Loomis Street yet again. However, there are also emotions and realizations associated with our present bedroom on W Street (though it does not quite seem like a typical composite, and yet the setting is limited to the one room, though).

My attention is mostly on an unusual “clock”. It does not apparently serve as a clock though, but some sort of answering machine (though I do not recall having this type of concept appearing in any previous dream).

Only the hour hand is implemented but it does not serve as time-keeping in any way. There is seemingly no minute hand or second hand and the number six, in its proper location, is the only number on the face of the clock.

I move the hour hand to the left (from where it was near the number six), to around where the number eight would be expected to be, and start to hear pleasant music. As I put it in different positions, I hear a lot of very nice music, a lot of it tribal, but with no voices at any point. The audio is very clear (though I do not become lucid).

After spending seemingly at least fifteen minutes listening to very nice music (which apparently is related to being connected to our telephone and plays when we are not home to answer it), I move the hour hand over to the right around where the number four would be expected to be. From around where the number two would be expected to be to that location, there are recordings of my wife or me telling the caller to leave a message, and some of the messages are meant to be in-jokes. I listen to these recordings for a short time (much shorter than when I was enjoying the music) and my dream fades.

It has been years since my last online entry. I am trying to recall if there was a particular reason why I stopped, but I don't think I can. Judging by the date, it was around the time I moved house, after which I fell into a different daily routine and the habit of transcribing my dream journal to the online version was lost along the way.

Now, I intend to resume creating new entries. They will be less rigorous than before. Or, of a different rigor. Instead of a tool for lucidity, my purpose will be a writing exercise and pastime. For posterity, I here retain the old formatting key:

non-dream / dream / lucid
pre-lucid, dreamsign, false awakening / visualization, daydream, hallucination

Among males who are in a feud. I was trying to find my place. Had joined group which seemed less strong. I had a friend or uncle who was a talking bear or hippo. I am told that I needed to send something of mine to this uncle but messenger used one word code, and I was unsure whether I should just send item or come along. I went along and saw this bear / hippo frolicking in water with a female, hugging her and saying "cactus" affectionately, and I had the sense that this was just what I had needed to see.

Republican presidential candidates were all definitely defeated or disqualified. So it was clear that next president would be democrat, but unclear which one, so now the campaign would be fighting among democrats.

Otherwise not very remarkable dream. It started with me working in the garden behind my parental house. I lived there in this dream. I was hoeing vegetables. Then my friend came to visit me. She brought with her piece of ceramic green body(compacted powder for firing to obtain something ceramic... e.g. cup, knife, etc.) I inspected what she brought to me and I was admiring its fine structure- there was no defect in that piece... no bubbles, no cracks. I was wondering how she managed to prepare such high quality structure by using ordinary soil only. We were talking and she helped me in the garden. When the night has fallen, I have brought her to house and we eat dinner. Then we went to sleep.(I left her to sleep in the living room and I went to my own bed.) I fell to sleep and I had a dream:
I was working with living energy originated from my body in that dream. I placed my index fingers about 1 centimeter from each other and I saw stream of golden sparkling light between them. Then that stream started to swirl and made a small sphere between my index fingers. I moved my fingers further from each other and te sparkling golden sphere of energy grew. When it was about half a meter in diameter I shredded that sphere by fast move of my hands... Reality got broken and I was pulled elsewhere... and it woke me up.
I woke up in my bed(in parents house). I went down to living room to look whether my friend sleeps or if she woke up. She was up and in the kitchen, making breakfast. I was telling her about the dream I had. I tried to repeat the feat of that dream, and I was able to make violet stream of light between my index fingers. She was fascinated. The rest of day we talked and I tutored her how to make similar energy flow between her fingers. It was night in that dream when I woke up into reality

Remarks
That was very long dream, I never experienced something like this... Even if I had OBEs in which I experienced eternity...
I'm able to see the stream of light(energy) between my fingers... Of course it is invisible to observer unlike to this dream.

3 things have happened in the last few days:

1. I have tried the nose plug and it definitely failed this happened maybe 3 times on separate occasions. It was like an FA.

2. I saw myself opening a chocolate bar as vivid as could be in a completely different perception from the one lying in my bed.

3. I was in my room for a brief second as vivid as could be in a completely different perception from the one lying in my bed again after WILD.

I think these are signs that I might be learning something from you.

This dream was fun, and one of many that featured friendly serpents.

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One of my friends was looking for information on Rakshis. I assumed that she was referring to Rakshasas from Hindu mythology, and I excitedly suggested that I may have a book about them in my library. She pointed to a book in front of us, and we flicked through the pages together. This book featured information about the Egyptian pantheon. We looked through for information on Horus, or 'Hortet' as he was called here, but found very little that was specific. I turned to look at the cover, and the title illustrated that the book was about the esoteric significance of sexual love or energy as it was expressed between different mythological figures. Interesting enough, but not what we needed. I did have a book that would be more useful to my friend, but it was not on this plane, so I shifted us both over.

We appeared in a vibrant, high-detailed world. We were in a a great, high-ceilinged, conical, brass structure. Grated metallic platforms lead over a bubbling stream which ran through the building. It was lush with vegetation and sun-kissed pond life. We were standing before the exit. Light poured in through the opening, and the stream flowed gently out and down the hillside beyond. Forested hills rolled away towards the horizon beyond. My friend knelt before the book and scanned through it. I recommended she find what she was looking for as soon as possible as we could not stay in this place long.

Already, I could see the spiky backs of crocodiles bobbing in the stream, waiting for their moment to emerge. I told her to run back through the building and leave, and she obeyed without question. I was now there with my friend the Sentinel in the form of a dark slate-grey serpent. The enemy was approaching now and we were in danger. I scooped up the snake and ran back across the platforms to the elevator in the centre of the conical building. It would return me to my own world. The elevator was quite open, ringed with ornate brass bars to keep the occupants from stepping off the side. I dashed inside and closed the gate behind me. I wanted to take the serpent with me, but after I released my grasp on him, he slipped through the bars of the door. I felt anxiety rising that he would be crushed by the mechanics of the elevator and that I would only be able to look on helplessly. Despite my fears, he was perfectly fine, slithering around the bars without difficulty.

The enemies approached as the elevator descended. I knew they were there, but I could not see them. As I slowly descended from view, I saw the serpent coiled and reared up, cobra hood open, defending my path from our pursuers.

Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday.



My wife and children and I are living on Loomis Street, it seems (though my wife and children have never been to America). At least that is where my entire dream takes place; in the front part of the house. However, the house is mirrored from north to south - the first distortion of the Loomis Street house in this particular way that I remember. It does not trigger any degree of lucidity that the house is mirrored from my right to my left as such. My family seems to at least partly be living in the first small bedroom.

My sister Marilyn makes an appearance as she was perhaps in the early 1970s (before I even moved back to Wisconsin). She seems healthy and happy. She goes to open her bedroom door and the door mostly falls off the hinges but is still partly attached at the top. She is annoyed and mentions something about how she wanted to listen to Neil Diamond with her door closed (apparently so as not to bother others, including her sickly husband). (This is odd, as she had never listened to Neil Diamond in real life regardless of her huge record, reel to reel, and cassette tape collection.)

I go over and make the offer to fix it, but her husband Bob suddenly shows up as if having just arrived (possibly dropped off by his relatives or perhaps my sister Carol - this is not certain). He insists that he can do it. He looks very ill and begins at the top of the door frame. The hinges are not as they would be in reality. Each of the two hinges in the door frame (the ones that came loose) is held by two silver sets of nuts and bolts, the bolts facing outward from the door frame. He begins to work on the top nut by tightening it with his hands. The other nut below that is there but very loose. The other two nuts (for the bottom hinge) are somehow somewhere in that bedroom on the other side of the door (which is not logical, as the nuts would have rolled into the living room relating to how the door mostly came off, not the other direction). Just as he is tightening the top nut, he drops his left arm (the hinges are on the left side of the door from the living room perspective). He then seems to go into some sort of pseudo-ritualistic trance. I notice that there are dark reddish circles around his eyes and he is wearing no shirt. (He is just in his underwear.) He had arrived in only his underwear and had apparently been in the hospital for a week or more.

He just stands there looking very ill. He starts chanting “Have a headache…don’t care…have a headache…don’t care…” (which seems to mean he does not care about anything in life, even continuing to fix the hinges). I get the strong impression that he is very close to death. I decide that I will manually tighten the other nuts myself, but just as I contemplate tightening the bottom nut of the top hinge, my dream fades.

Zsuzsanna woke with a slight headache and a bit of nausea so it is possible our empathetic link projected into a different dream character (as this has happened before) - even though her character in my dream seemed healthy and happy. In fact, this metaphor (a door not being on all the hinges) does seem to have something to do with empathetic links that need to be strengthened for the health or vitality of both (including at different levels of thought). A door itself is a point between two rooms and often takes a dreamer into different levels of consciousness or awareness.

Precognition unveils. Right after my wife had the television on (and just as I was ready to post this), the first thing she hears is “Neil Diamond…(pause)…No, it wasn’t Neil Diamond”. My wife just smiled at me and said “You’re funny”. Of course, this is a natural event via the Source, like digesting food, not an active “ability” for the most part (at least in this particular case).

alcohol (against my will) before bed, and chocolate,
bedtime OK but late-ish

+ I'm looking at a colorful bird that's running around in a creek area under trees (a friend is trying to catch it?), it's going back and forth. Then I see it is a colorful pig/bird, a pig with feathers and birdish features, standing right next to me. I "know" the pig/bird thing can be dangerous and aggressive so I stay quiet.

+ boy who fell on the knife. It was a stick with a metal knife and a white ceramic blade attached as a crude spear. I'm concerned and go to see if he's bleeding. I'm holding the broken white ceramic knife which has a jagged tip (it broke off in his body?), he thinks I'm coming to stab him but I just want to see if he's bleeding and if the knife tip matches his wound

+ soldiers in big weird hazmat suits are walking through our area looking for (criminals/terrorists?) There are 3 big weird suits. A trainer not in a suit is covering them, they need cover otherwise an enemy could sneak up on them and shoot them at close range. Should I put my hands up as they walk by me?

+ at the childhood park basketball level [dream sign], a number of scenes and returns:
I find myself on the basketball level of childhood park, there is a low fence in front of me, I'm at the far and by the drinking fountain/sloped hill, for some reason I decide to run, jump headfirst over the fence and bellyflop onto the asphalt. I do this and hit fairly hard and feel like I get some scrapes. Then I see a (boar?) running at me and I turn to the left and run with strong legs (I have been training) up the hill quickly. Back on the ground a wild dog/wolf is running at me and I think about timing the sword blow to hit its head (will its skull be too hard for the sword?)

The evil guys are plotting to kill people. The girls come and say they've brought the flowers. I walk among the flowers it's like a florist shop.

I'm playing basketball at the best (most level ground) shooting hoop (just shooting). I have my red, white, and blue basketball [true]. A friend takes a shot from far away and misses entirely. I give him a two-handed bounce pass that ends up going a bit to the right, but he catches it and passes it right back to me, he doesn't want my help. I think he's not doing it right, that far away you need to take a step to add momentum to your shot. I try the shot and I think I"m cheating by taking one too many steps so I'm too close. I throw up my shot and it also misses (it hangs in the air?)

A building on the sloping hill behind the basket sucks up the basketballs? A truck with a long thing (missile?) backs up to the basket, blocking it, I complain and the driver or someone else explains. I command/TK that my basketball comes back to me, hold up my hand to receive it. Two orange basketballs come but they don't land properly in my hand. I say, "No! Deliver my red white and blue basketball, and right to my hands!"

I walk to the entry (sloping road) side of the basketball level, my son is rolling a jet-ski slyly, it's one of his pranks he's stealing it?, he goes up on an elevated level and starts it up, it sounds like a motorcycle?, people are watching and grinning?

There is a high cube-shaped room in the air in the bike-rack corner, it's almost directly over me. A round hatch opens and a I see an object coming out. It is a huge heavy weight that falls right down and completely flattens the guy next to me. I run away, and I think someone is projectile vomiting behind me because of the squished guy. I hide[dream sign] in a high enclosed nest by the exit road corner of the level, one of the plotting guys is driving below me in a car, I think my hiding place is not sufficient[dream sign].

Dreamt computer had virus kept popping up crap on scrreen, made me late for work waaaa!