Recent DJ Posts

1/8/2017
Non-lucid: I was a part of an oddly large family. We were moving from boat to boat to live. A male was helping to load the boat w/ clothes that he had put in some kind of order. He had to dive into & under the water to retrieve them. Later we all were put into groups. Grouping by male & female & put into separate boats. I didn't recognize anyone, even the ones that were supposed to be my family. I was now the person who had to dive under the water to retrieve the females clothes. I am so not sure what this dream means.

Today: Dream 1/Non-lucid: I'm in a house w/ an incredible amount of rooms which is a common dream sign for me. My grown daughters & their kids live there also. My daughters keep telling me to get the ceilings fixed because there are holes in some places & I keep telling them that it requires money that we don't have. Some person I don't know tells me to at least get an estimate but I persist & saying that they will call social services & take the kids away because I can't afford to have it fixed & it will cause unnecessary troubles for us. IRL Meesha wakes me up & I pull my covers over my head & chain the same dream scene but I'm lucid now & the scene changes. (D2: Lucid) I'm in a store that looks like a big box warehouse like a Sam's Club. A man appears & I'm behind him & we seem to be waiting in line like you would be at a Wal-Mart Pharmacy. I just bumped right into him as I fell into the scene. I apologize & explain that I am deaf in my left ear. IRL this happens a lot because of my hearing loss so naturally I automatically say this. I'm confused that I just got dropped into the scene this way & turn around to take in my surroundings. I see rows & rows of these absurdly large bins are there. It reminds me of another dream I had about Christmas, when it wasn't remotely Christmas season. The bins just go on & on w/ discount items in these big bins. Meesha is relentless & pounces on me IRL & wakes me from this. How annoying. I would've just got up & shut the door but Josh is still here from Christmas break so I can't shut my door incase he needs to use our bathroom.

Mike & I have been making changes in our house to make the lighting low & calming. But right now my son is home from college & has interrupted what has been our only time off for a long period like this. I'm still waiting for the clips to come in to keep our lights in place. We also changed the lighting in our bedroom & only watch TV in the living room which is liberating but unfortunately disturbed by our son being here. He yells into his damn headset while we are watching tv & sleeping but Mike never says anything to him. I just come off as been irrational which is insane. I just want to hear what we are watching. Hence me dropping into the lucid scene. I do not want to be forced back into my bedroom. It was the whole point of getting a new TV & system for Christmas. We are finally at a place in our lives that we need to be alone & can't be. So I guess my dreams actually make sense if I look at it in that respect. He is in his 5th yr of college so that means about a year & a half before we are actually alone unless he gets an internship that isn't here in our town. But even then he will come back for his breaks to see his friends.

Bed @ 2310
Woke @ 0630

Factory puzzler
I'm playing a first-person game set inside a factory with a very industrial feeling to it. Lots of panels, catwalks, etc. I'm in a long corridor which has two channels, one on each side. My goal is to use portals (e.g. from Portal) to get large (boulder-sized), rolling spheres from one end to the other. Right now, I'm concentrating on the one on the right, completely ignoring the one on the left. I open a portal in a wall it's about to hit along with another portal on the floor past the wall, and I see the sphere roll through the portal and fly a few feet into the air on the other side. I have the feeling that was the wrong move; I'm probably going to have to start this level over.


Sneaking snack
I'm sneaking through what feels like an office building. I'm in a fairly large room. A door is to my right, a conveyor belt is moving right-to-left in front of me, and there's a door at the far end of the conveyor belt. I take out a small glass object and throw it at the door at the far end of the belt, and the object shatters. At least the conveyor belt seems to collect the shards. I hope no one heard the crash.

Now I'm in a wide hallway. I realize a janitor is headed my way, so I turn and look at the choices in a large vending machine in the middle of the hallway. I'm amazed at the prices: anywhere from $8-$9, depending on whether the snack has chocolate in it or not.

Now I'm entering a slightly darkened room. At first, I think it's empty. I see a strange grid on the floor in the middle of the room and try to figure out what I'm seeing. As I look at it, I realize that the grid is actually surrounded by rows of people - students, I believe. Someone is talking about a weapon that Adam built when the world was created. It's hidden under Atlanta, and they need to find and deactivate it before it "wakes" and destroys the city.


Vacation packing
I'm in a bedroom along with my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law. They're packing, but I'm really tired and lay down. Now I'm loading the car. Now I'm dividing snacks between the two cars. A "plastic shoebox" is full of pre-wrapped brownies. I'm counting them to make sure there are enough for my wife and our kids in the van plus myself and my father-in-law in the other car. Thankfully, we just have enough for everyone.

Now we're in a little repair shop, parked on some kind of maintenance pad. I walk around the car to the driver's side, take a cable from a female employee, and plug it into my hubcap. Another employee tells me that the diagnostics all pass, so we don't need anything done, and I'm embarrassed to have taken up their time for nothing. He reassures me that they'd rather have me bring it in when I don't need to than to have something break on the road.

I am at my mother's beach condo in Boca Raton, Florida. I just bought a new classical guitar and I'm very excited about playing it. It is in a plush, hardwood case and it gives off a wonderful smell. But for some reason, I am playing my old, crappy guitar. I can't stop playing it. I want to play the new one, but all I can do is look at it, smell it. I am playing The Animals' "House of the Rising Sun" on my old guitar, over and over again. I say the chords out loud as I finger them: "A minor", "F major", "C major" etc. Someone is in the room with me as I play the song, and me saying the chords aloud lends itself to me giving this person a lesson. I suddenly will myself to remember I have a NEW GUITAR; why the hell am I still playing my old guitar? I am finally able to put it down and open the case for the new guitar. I look at it, smell it and reminisce all the old, wonderful memories of me playing it. I see all the dings and blemishes and scratches in the wood and remember how I got them.

It suddenly dawns on me I am looking again at my old guitar; I do not have a new guitar. It is my old guitar and I realize I love it. It smells great and even looks great with its dark walnut stock and craftsmanship -- even with all the dings and scratches. Dreamt 12/20/2016

9/1/16
Dream 1: Talking with a group of girls at a water park or picnic, someplace like that. I did some other stuff but forgot it when I woke up.

Almost Fell Off Bed

I was sitting on the toilet than appeared on a bed inside a room that felt like mine.I was half aware it was a dream but it still felt like it was my room. I turned to move away from the person I felt next to me and thought about how it better not be my dad. But as I looked to the black carpet, desk and walls I wondered what would happen if I managed to move my real body through the dream. Than After moving my arm around curiously I felt myself falling out of the bed slowly bracing myself for impact with the ground. I didn't though cause someone pulled me back up. After that I had another false awakening but appeared in the same spot and after seeing someone hidden in the bed covers in front of me I became fully lucid.

There was a small silver television on next to us playing the news and a radio that played classical music. I could see the t.v. at the corner of my eye but didn't look at where the radio was and focused on the person under the covers. I thought it was Dawn and hugged him but his face was covered and i became curious. "Why do you have that on you?"I asked. "I don't want you to see my face" he replied back. I decided to respect his space and leave it on.After I woke up I kind of regretted not taking it off though.

Where are you going!?

I was non lucid doing something that I can't recall.When I become lucid I try to place intent on having a AP kind of dream which I will call spiritual dream. I appeared on a familiar street I've walked many times. I could feel the usual heavy feeling I get when I attempt OBE dreams but it was just a vivid dream. The streets were empty and as I looked to the buildings and sky I called out for Dawn.For a brief moment no one was around but than Dawn appeared but I couldn't see him. His presence was rippling though so I kind of knew where he was. I also felt him touch me. He seemed to be in a rush though. "Dawn where are you? Why can't I see you?". I asked him as he kept pacing around me. He told me something but than I asked him to do the thing that we only know which is like a code for us to recognize each other.

He than walked behind me which is the first step but didn't follow through with it all. I thought it was probably because he was distracted than focused more on what was around me and my senses so that I could see him. It ends up working and I can see Dawn's appearance. He is light skin, of course tall, he has light blue eyes, has what looks like a buzz cut and is wearing a navy blue shiny military or Navy suit with gold badges and a navy blue hat with a golden outline. "He looks so cool in that uniform"I thought but it just makes him more nervous. I also notice that there is a black limo near us and people stepping out and standing nearby. He than picks me up and starts running. I can see snow appearing and recognize Christmas decorations on a green truck with small elves on it. "Oo~It's Christmas"I say excitedly. He continues to run with me than turns left and enters a tall brownish red or purplish brick building. He runs up a slightly rotating bone white stair that goes up and lets go of me. There are people present too.

I run up after him calling his name than notice the people behind me who want to catch him. "Dawn! Wait! Dawn!"I call out noticing that I'm getting slower and heavier. He is also leaving me behind which is kind of disheartening. I don't give up though and continue running up. But than his appearance fades and becomes rippling again. When I finally reach the floor he is on I watch him enter the apartment than turn the stove on. Something is on it and I take note that it looks like a studio apartment and the lights are dimmed.

"Dawn!"I call out than look to the people who were after him. But they turn around and leave. I than notice two old ladys sitting on a chair with boxes of chocolates on their table stand. "Oo~ Candy~"I say but than push back the urge to go for it. I try moving but I still feel heavy and can't really see Dawn. "Dawn! I can't see you! Dawn!"I call out again. He exits the apartment than touches my arms with both his hands than reassures me that he is there and to not worry. I calm down since he came back than watch him reenter the apartment. After waiting the dream shifts and I'm on a pink bed with a fat man who is holding me down with both his legs. "I'm not Dawn"he says than starts laughing. I grab both his legs than flip him out of the bed after standing up. He hits the ground than I think about how this could work for a Dhl mission. But than after I punch his arm he punches me back and I fly back after blocking.Woke up after that.


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Notes: dream starts off non lucid with parasitic monsters, afterwards I meet Dexter. Later, school nightmare

Dexter: young skinny black male, with a giant fro, dressed like a nerd

Parasitic Monsters
Im inside a large building with multiple floors. On the first floor, there was a slaughter taking place. There were these parasitic alien monster creatures. I don't remember what they look like, only that once they take a host body the host only has moments before they horrifically die. Soldiers were trying to contain the situation, but all I remember were panicked shouts and gunfire.

Me and a few others try to escape the battlefield by going to one of the upper floors. We were in the upper floors for awhile when we noticed it was quiet again outside. Is the battle over? We go back to the first floor. There was only one parasite left. Right before our eyes, it takes the form of a young blonde woman.

She acts like she has no idea that she's actually a parasite alien in human form. She tries to talk friendly with us and just wants to know where she is. We sorta run from her! Not understanding, she runs with us. We try to act coy around her, see if we can get away without her realizing what were doing.

We all sneak into an elevator and watch the doors close with her on the otherside. She quickly wedges her hands between the door and enters the elevator. Her expression is cross! Some of us step outside the elevator, still trying to act coy. But then they decide thats too obvious and step back in. The scene was dumb and just seems to go back and forth.

First we go up to the top most floor, but realizing we can't do anything up here we quickly change plans and go back down to the first floor. The parasite girl is still with us and I feel she's starting to figure it out.

As soon as the elevator doors open on the first floor I bolt! Im racing towards the windows. The building was wierd here! The wall was glass, so I can see the happy green courtyard on the other side. Beneath the glass was a strip of stone wall, it had cut out shapes that acted like windows. I jump through the cut out shape into the courtyard. I drop my heavy backpack on the ground and run past some soldiers standing guard. I decide I'm thirsty, so I go back to my backpack for a quick sip of water.

The parasite girl is exiting the building with everyone else! I run past the guards and start to fly away, flying over the stone walls and a canopy.

Dexter
Once I flew above the canopy, the dream scene changed. As I was flying low to the ground, I noticed a young man also flying. He turns to face me and I somehow recognize him. He's a young black man, skinny with a huge fro. He seems to recognize me too. Seeing him makes me lucid.

I have a false memory of meeting him with a group of other dreamers, he introduced himself as "Dexter!"

"That's right, I told everyone my name but no one told me theirs"

"I'm Cindy"

I'm convinced Dexter is another dreamer, so I follow him around and harass him. "What's your last name?"

But he says something paranoid about giving out personal information. So instead of his last name, he gives me a bunch of numbers. We walk into a closet? He gets out a piece of paper and writes out the numbers. His facebook account number? And a password? I was able to remember the numbers.......for a moment.

When we walk out the closet were in some place that looks like an antique shop, but then I realize its all nerd merchandise. Dexter himself looks like the biggest nerd of all. He asks me if I like one of my pokemons. I tell him I barely play the game!

I think about inviting him to my local anime chapter, but then I get the impression that he lives in some other state.

Dexter seemed busy, that or he was trying to ignore me by looking at all the items. He walks out into a garden and pays attention to all of its details. But I'm still harassing him. "I can't remember those numbers. It doesn't even make sense to give me numbers, you should know most people can't remember numbers like that."

He turns around and smiles and says "Water boy. Dexter Water Boy" I assumed that was a nick name having something to do with avatar. He laughs and begins to tell me a story "About numbers, there was this one time I was trying to acquire information in a dream, like espionage........"

But I drifted awake right then. I woke up just a few minutes before my intended alarm for WBTB. I was awake for a good while after, probably too long. Id given up on doing a WILD and just passed out instead.

School Nightmare X1000
I wake up into a false awakening, where I get up and get ready. I'm late for my college classes! Except, I can't remember what classes I'm taking, what's the class room, or what time! How many weeks has school been in session? How many weeks have I missed? Am I failing? I don't remember doing my homework or projects.

Mom asks me if I'm almost ready to go, "another minute!" I'm trying to figure out how the hell I can log into the school website and figure out what I'm supposed to do. But I dont remember my password!

Should I just go to school and see if I can just figure it out?

Then a thought forms in my head and slowly surfaces "The reason I can't remember my classes is.......I'm not enrolled this semester. I don't have classes. Of course I don't have classes, I'm a graduate!"

then I wake up for real this time

I had a great few moments in there, all forgotten.

There was some man running around the streets of some city with a gun. Police chase him all the time but in the end they were helpless. Later on when it was evening everyone gathered by local store in my home village. The man with gun was there, everyone gathered by the store due to him. People were talking and stuff, but everyone was scared. When the gunman lost his focus I grabbed his gun and pointed it at him. Everyone sat on the ground, somewhat sad. I shouted that they only listened to him because he had a gun, which he used as argument of force to keep them there. The man took another gun, two more people with shotguns appeared. My pistol turned into double barrelled shotgun. One of the gunmen said that all these people don't want me here and that they'll cleanse the streets. I replied that I'll start cleansing them with him, then ran away, found cover and pointed my shotgun at the gunman.

I am with a friend in a place where there are lots of people coming and going, like at a mall. The person I am with is a young and heavy-set guy with glasses who works with me. He looks like Mark David Chapman, the guy who shot John Lennon. We see two young blonde girls walk by us, and I challenge him to go pick them up. As he does this, I go and look for some clothes to wear on the date. I can't decide on anything appropriate; I decide to wear a pair of overalls (wtf?). Then I have trouble styling my hair. Meanwhile, the girls are still waiting and I am getting anxious. When I finally get myself ready, I discover the girls are gone. I go outside and see the road the girls supposedly walked down. This road is foggy in my dream recall. My father then appears, with Suzie, his new wife. They pull up beside me in an SUV. The two of them offer to drive me to the girls. I get in their vehicle. As we travel down the road in the direction the girls went, we discover a British police investigator has died mysteriously in an outside stairwell of building. My father and Suzie stop the car by the crime scene and offer to help the other detectives solve the mystery. I am frustrated, as I know the girls are still waiting for me.

At this point, I look over to see two British girls being interviewed. They are saying to the camera that they were with the investigator when he met his doom in the stairwell. According to them, his death was accidental. I realize these were probably the girls we picked up in the mall, who got tired of waiting for me and left. It is not clear to me how or when they became involved in the investigator's death. In the dream I am not trying to pick up these girls, and I have seemingly forgotten of my pursuit of the original two blondes at the mall. A homicide detective suddenly approaches me, my father and Suzie and asks us to follow him. The detective's face is discolored (a missed dream sign).

We follow him through several rooms and across several stages and stairwells. We end up inside an empty theatre. The detective is moving quickly and I am trying to keep up. I lose sight of him as he disappears through a door on the other side of a stage. As I begin to run across the stage I suddenly hear, "No running, Paul" from the seats in front of me. It is the detective's voice, and he is now standing there with my parents. His admonishment of "stop running" really pissed me off in the dream: it debased me and made me feel like a child being disciplined. Dreamt 12/19/2016

Multiple false awakenings and paralysis made for one hell of a night. Enjoy the terror I just went through to make it easier, since everything runs together, I bold the spots where I have a false awakening and my commentary when I'm awake will be in italics

I don't really remember the dream leading up to this point, but I remember getting ready for bed. My boyfriend's already asleep on his side, and I've got an unknown person (I knew him in the dream, but I dont know who it was now) sitting on my side, leaving just enough room for me to lay between them and my boyfriend.

Instead of getting in on the side, I decide that it makes sense to crawl into bed from the bottom. I'm halfway up the bed, and I see a small shadowed figure flicker in front of me. I remember saying, "Oh hell no, that's it for me. I'm done," and I wake myself up. I reflect on what a weird dream that was, sitting up in the dark in bed to gather my thoughts. The end unsettled me, so I was trying to calm down.

I'm just beginning to lay down when I feel the bed shift from behind me (my back is to the side of the bed, I'm facing my boyfriend). I immediately think cat just as a hand grabs my upper shoulder. I let out a squeak of alarm and jolt awake. And of course, I've got some sleep paralysis going. I rarely ever experience this, so it's making me panic. I'm trying not to. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, and I want to move to keep myself awake, but I can't. I try to call out to my boyfriend but I can't talk.

I get this slow, cold dread that trickles through me because I'm realizing there's a good chance I'm not actually awake again. I have no way to confirm if I am or not. I want to force myself to stay away but I just can't. I feel the bed moving again, like someone crawling from the end of the bed up to me, and I throw myself into panic overdrive.

I jerk awake and though this time I'm sure I'm awake, I still can't move. I can barely keep myself awake but at this pint I know if I fall asleep I'm right back where I left off and I don't want that. I slowly, slowly come out of the paralysis and I roll over. I get up and check the light in the bathroom (my reality check is to make sure lights stay on when I turn them on. It's always my tip off, more to let me know if I'm in a false awakening over lucidity). It works, thank god. I'm exhausted but terrified to sleep.

I finally make my way back to the room. I lay down, and toss and turn for a good ten or fifteen minutes. I shut my eyes and try to drift off a few times but keep rolling over. I lay on my stomach and hide my face in my pillow and really do my best to sleep.

Again, I roll over. Damnit, I thought I was asleep, and I'm still just lying here. I've had it. I don't feel very good, and I'm going crazy just laying here. I untangle myself from my blankets, and pet my cat for a few moments, since he's lying on the end of my bed. As I put my feet over the edge to stand up I turn on my bedside light. It flickers and turns off and I have half a second to panic and think "oh no, oh my god I'm asleep" when hands grab my ankle and I scream, jolting myself awake and also waking my boyfriend.

He's not mad, he understands I'm terrified at this point. He motions me to come over, and I do. I scramble back and lay down, my back to him. He wraps his arms over me and hugs me tight, reassuringly. The man from my first dream is back, but again I know him, and to me it makes sense that he's there (still no idea who he was). He sees I'm terrified and he lays down, facing me, and hugs me too.

I shut my eyes and try to fall back asleep. The bed trembles like someone's running over the mattress. My eyes snap open and with no warning about 3 or four hands and arms wrap around me. One around my neck, one around my waist, one around my lower legs, and one like, goes up the leg of my shorts and comes out the waistband, and at once they all haul me back to my side of the bed, telling me something along the lines of "you aren't waking up again".

I wake up into paralysis again but the terror is so great I manage to whimper out half my boyfriend's name before it completely takes over. He doesn't wake up (jerk) and I'm stuck laying right where I was when the demons were dragging me. I am terrified, I have no idea if I'm awake or not and no way to tell. I'm trying desperately to keep myself awake and I can't. I want to keep myself awake until the paralysis wears off so I can check the lights, but I keep dozing. At this point I'm not sure if I've already fallen back asleep or if this was just me being paranoid and scared, but I remember dozing and then jerking my eyes open again when I felt my bed begin to shift, like someone was crawling on it. I thought I was awake, because my mind was like, "no this isn't happening. Things like this only happen in your dreams", but now I don't know if I was actually awake or not.

Finally the paralysis wears off, and I'm scrambling up. It's morning and light's coming in from the window. My boyfriend is gone, in his place are my mom and my uncle, and WWE diva Alicia Fox (who is apparently my best friend, even though she's not even one of the diva's I actually like...). I tell my mom, "It's happening again. The false awakenings are getting worse" and she and my uncle share a look.

"The demon's are trying to take you," my mom explains. "If you hadn't woken up when you did, they would have dragged your soul from your body and you wouldn't have been able to wake up."

"What do they want from me?" I ask, following the three of them to the living room. My uncle turns to look at me.

"We don't know. But you'e not falling back asleep. We're sending Andrew (my older cousin) instead. He'll ask them what they want."

This strikes me as really stupid and dangerous, and I shake my head.

"No. I need to be the one to go." Mom and my uncle try to argue with me and I don't let them. "They obviously want me, and they want me alive. If they wanted me dead they would have killed me. And if we send Andrew instead of me, they'll kill him. Let me go."

As we're having an argument over who's going, Alicia goes and hooks herself up to this machine that induces dreaming. Straps with little sensors on them go around her waist, wrists, and ankles, and a cap goes on her head. She's standing in my room (now with no beds, just this contraption) hooked to this thing, and her dream is broadcast on TV monitors.

She confronts the demons. They need me for something (no idea what) and Alicia wants to go in my place. They tell her she isn't good enough and she gives this huge, long speech about how she can handle whatever they throw at her, etc. At one point she rips off the sensor around her waist (that was apparently holding her in place) and throws it down in defiance. This turns into a promo for her for wrestling. There's a crowd of fans watching her, and as she stands up to them the crowd starts chanting "Lisa! Lisa! Lisa!"

Apparently that's for her, and her parents (standing with me watching her) cry with happiness that the crowd loves her. The wrestling show ends and the crowd leaves. I'm walking to my car (because now it's at an arena, not my apartment) and I see two divas I actually do care about. They're playing basketball and their ball gets away from them. I get excited because now I get to hand it to them and meet them, but when I turn, they're already walking away and someone else takes the ball.

The divas meet my eye, and I give them a sad smile. This morphs into me going on a picnic with a whole car full of WWE Divas and the last memory I have is taking off my watch and laughing with two of them as I slowly wake up.

As I said sleep paralysis is really uncommon for me. I can count on one hand the number of times I've experienced it. I dont know if it counts having that paralysis in a false awakening but it was really weird now that I think back on it.

EDIT: As I've been thinking over the dream throughout the day, I remember a few pieces I've left out. We're having really bad wind here right now (category 2 hurricane force winds) and I remember I was really worried about my bird feeder. One of my false awakenings had me waking up and going out to the balcony to check on it. It was broken, and I remember trying to get the broken piece from under our patio furniture when someone/something made me rush back inside and leave it for morning.

I remember at one point as well explaining to my mom, uncle, and Alicia that I knew this was a dream that we were in right now because the lights wouldn't stay on. Alicia asked why that mattered and I gave a lengthy explanation about reality checks and how this was mine, how it worked, and then said, "it isn't gonna work this time though because one, I need some more sleep, and two, we're in the middle of something."

I was trying to get back to my UFO dream from last night and I am not certain that was where I was but I woke up in a white room, everything seemed to be white even the people walking around wearing white sterile looking uniforms that even covered their heads. I wasn't able to see their faces behind the black protective shield over their face. I looked at myself and I appeared to be wearing what they were wearing when I walked over to a table where there was a full slab of what appeared to be in the shape of honeycomb and I started to place a dropper full of a liquid in each hexagon, which was thousands in front of me. I felt like part of me knew what I was doing but I physically had no control over myself (very similar to when I am watching myself doing the dance with the energy ball in the past and knew exactly what I am doing yet I had no control). I was inside myself but I was only functioning with part of my brain being aware, yet I had the feeling that they were unaware that I was aware and were controlling my movement and actions haha. Sounds goofy.

I'm pretty sure there was more but I'm finding it hard to keep my mind solely on dreaming after waking up.

+ DO flying over observing a soccer game. One player breaks through the pack of defenders alone and puts on a spurt of speed and is heading for the goal, but s/he let's the ball get ahead of him and the goalie gets it. I'm enjoying the flyover view and I swoop down closer to the field to watch the continued action as it moves back towards the other goal.

+ In porch of CH(?) holding my cat in my arms. Old dog is there? Another dog enters the back porch from the kitchen door from the right and I clutch my cat close to prevent her from running away or fighting with the dog. They see each other and react calmly. I remember [FALSE] that this dog and my cat knew each other I bring my cat to the face of the dog and they lick each other's face?

+ I'm leaving the front door of a hotel at night, it's very dark outside no lighting, I'm just barely making it away there is a pursuer who's following me and will enter the hotel to look for me. I make my way to the right into the shadows with frequent backwards glances. I head out back to where I know my car is, I finger my car fob and look at it and remember the brand of car ("Cardiff"?). I'm going to get into my car and get away.

+ I'm in (CH top floor bathroom?) and out the window I hear / see cops talking, they're rounding up all the call girls in the area into a car. I'm peeking out into the car at them. Then I fly out the window and hover over the car, there are about 5-6 of them sitting in a convertible in the front and back seats. I'm looking for a cute one maybe I can meet with her. One in the front seat makes an unflattering comment me, something like "look at that fat guy", I retort with "hey, I'm a paying customer!" and she brightens up and says "oh, that's right!" My attention focuses on the one on my right in the back seat. I'm asking about how to do meet. Then several of them are standing against a wall and I'm talking with them and they're giving me directions. I ask "OK so I need to come to your place?". There are two tiers of call girls, those who don't speak French, and those who do, the ones who speak French are more expensive.

I saw my dream in different perspectives, one of me going for a job interview for... something. One of two employees discussing how hard it is to get a job with the interviewer. I was given a stack of forms to fill which I don't remember filling. It took forever. I also had the perspecrive of someone else who came to the interview.

I waited at the office to be accepted to my job but I woke up first.

Vague fragment about looking out window and a man is sleeping on the roof.

This was almost a nightmare.
In one part, Homer Simpson had to crawl through a tube stretching across the ocean to get to the Futurama universe. After that fragment, It cut to a sixteen year old girl with black hair and
a black dress visiting a medicine shop. She asked for some medicine meant to make her smaller. She did this every day and as every day passed, she appeared to be younger and younger with a higher pitched voice every time. On the third day, she looked ten years younger. That day, she took a different treatment. Instead of the usual srynge into the arm, she got it sprayed all over her body. When she returned, she appeared to be between the ages of 5 months old to one year old. After that, she was probably the size of a Game Cube disk. By this point her voice was made of unintelligable high pitched scratches. She was then taken to a small living room like compartment where everyone else who did this was forced to live. I remember that one of them was trying to scare another one. It might have worked, but I don't remember that well. I then woke up.