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Five young men are at some public meeting place, where a sixth man pisses them off so much, they decide to kill him, and they take him to an isolated room on the second floor.

One of them starts having doubts, but the others are so eager, he tries to hide his feelings on the matter while stalling for time.
After five hours of waiting, the others are growing impatient.
"This could have been done in thirtyfive minutes", one of them complains.

To have something to do, they entertain themselves with numerous sadistic games, for example a drawn out torture of a frog. The guy has reached his limit, and leaves the company, but every now and then, he climbs up to the open window to the room the others are in, closes it so that they can't reach him, and curses at them through the pane. Then he goes home and hugs his little sister. This goes on for some days.

One day when he looks through the window, one of his friends meets his gaze and takes a bite from the aforementioned frog, that turns out to be made out of marzipan. The gang opens the window and lets the guy in, and they tell him everything was an act; it was a psychological test. At first, they say, they were disappointed in him, but when he finally had enough and left, they were proud of him. The guy says nothing, and faints.

Waking up, he finds himself in a hospital bed. On a shelf next to the bed is the marzipan frog, its legs sloppily re-attached to its body. His friends hug him, tell him they are sorry, and ask if there is anything they can do for him to forgive him. He says he'll forgive them if they become his slaves for a year.

Finally, the guy is sitting alone at a table in a bar, and he seems a bit down. Then his friends come to the table, glasses of beer in their hands, and the guy puts on a smile and cheers with them.

Morning of July 6, 2017. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,462-05. Reading time: 1 min 52 sec.



I am on a pirate ship. There is a cheerful mood. As time passes, there is evidence of a treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean. One man finds a note with instructions from a pirate who had died years ago. On it, with the latitude and longitude of the marker’s location, it specifies what time to retrieve the chest, implying any other time might result in the treasure being lost or resulting in a threat.

The ship sails to the location the lost treasure supposedly is. There is a marker floating on the ocean’s surface. Someone pulls the rope that has its other end tied to the treasure chest below. Briefly, I consider, if the timing is wrong, there might be a sea monster or gigantic fish on the other end of the rope, but this does not occur. For a time, I see an underwater view as one of the pirates pulls up what first seems to be a small but weighty chest.

I watch the chest coming up out of the mud on the ocean’s bottom. Close to where the rope connects to the chest, I see the remains of a human arm entangled in it. This arm is tossed aside without concern when bringing the chest aboard.

After the chest is on the ship in the center of a large cabin, about five or six pirates remain nearby. At this time, there is a bilocation of being in the kitchen of our present house.

The captain opens the treasure chest, and at first, there appear to be piles of gold and silver coins as well as jewelry. He takes out some of the coins, which seem stuck together. He gives a few pieces to a few different pirates, though I get the impression it is not an equal division. They may work out how much each man receives later.

One of the pirates snaps his horizontal cluster of fused supposed gold coins in half. It turns out to be fake and made of plaster. Another pirate does the same with the silver coins. The mood changes to disappointment, but the outcome does not seem that important.

I approach the chest and find a hidden compartment under a false bottom. There is anticipation amidst the group of perhaps there being a treasure underneath. I lift it to see several brochures for a modern casino. There are also three notes of foreign currency (possibly Indonesian) as a gift to use in the casino. The situation results in amusement.

I carry the bills in what is now the kitchen of our present home (without my dream self recognizing it as such) as I walk towards our back door. The pirates are still with me.

“It’s three dollars,” I say. There is a sense of amusement rather than disappointment.

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Morning of July 6, 2017. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,462-02. Reading time: 42 sec.



In the first segment of my dream, Zsuzsanna and I are hugging and kissing in bed, in the King Street mansion (not a factor of our waking life as Zsuzsanna has never been to America) in the east middle apartment. The bed is perpendicular (its head north instead of east) to where it had been in waking life.

As I walk in the hall to go downstairs, I realize I am only wearing my left shoe. I repeat my routine of returning to the room and putting my shoes on until I see I am wearing both shoes.

Leonard is in his room at the end of the hall. He seems cheerful and appears as he was in the 1980s. He refers to me as his son John. (I had been wearing pants in bed in my dream, probably related to another part of the poem Leonard references, “Went to bed with his trousers on.” Another line is “One shoe off, and the other shoe on.”)

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“Diddle, Diddle, Dumpling, My Son John” was the influence of this dream.

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Key:
Side Notes (Side Notes)
Title
Dream
Lucid

The Shadow Man

Me and some girl was running from the shadows. The Shadow Man can come up from any shadow and hurt you.
We ended up at a house. The people were kind.
A group of teens and kids went into a garage, I thought 'Oh no'
There's shadows all around in the garage, the Shadow Man came out and sliced someone in the throat.
We escaped and either me or the one girl 'killed' the Shadow Man, but it doesn't matter...he can come back via other
shadows.
I was told to get sent back to where ever I was staying, one of the kids that was in the garage comes with and is in
the car. I thought this was like a Telltale game decision, your choices don't matter in the end.

I don't know what to title This

I was at home, it was the morning, I was talking to my Dad. He asked what I wanted for breakfast.
Later I told him the bald guy next door took all of our medicine, saying We don't need it.
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I think I had other dreams but there was a three loud bangs, it was from a really close Thunderstorm. I forgot if I had
any dreams but I had those two so at least I got something written down.
July 5th, 2017

I'm into art, writing and music. I'm going to try to induce a dream by basically asking myself what should my creative focus be? Hope to get an answer with a dream. I feel like I'm not getting anything done with any of my interests so I thought I would try this. I'm reading the book Lucid Dreams in 30 days which is what gave me the idea to do this. I'll probably report in my dream journal here when my dreams point me in the right direction.

I'm sitting in my parents living room, in my usual spot. It's late afternoon and sun outside is getting softer. It's making for some beautiful scenery as mature, big trees and their leaves are of with all colors plus golden from the sun. I pull out my iphone and start taking pictures.

Now I'm in the kitchen, and similar, beautiful trees in late afternoon sun. I grab my iphone and my regular camera, wanting to take pictures with both and compare. See if iphone makes any good pictures compared to the other one. So I walk out to the balcony to have a clear shot without window glass. My dad is there saying he was about to have a smoke, if I don't mind doing it later. I leave without a word, knowing that later will not work, because sun is going down.


I'm outside, the apocalypse is happening. The ground is shaking, buckling, ripping, lava coming out. Cool : D