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Let's see if I remember all the dreams from the past 3 days.

Jamie 1

Just a flash of being in a store like Wal-Mart I walk up to a counter where Jamie is working. But she's freezing me out. If she comes to know me again in person, I hope she instructs me properly on how to deal with her when and if she still gets like that.

Jamie 2

Just her standing in the black space again. She is standing expectantly of me. But the dream fades fast.

Voice

pure audio HH dream where it almost sounds like Jamie speaking to me. But now it's gibberish and it's not her voice at all. I force myself to wake up.

car

Something about being in a car or van with my dog.

Jamie 3

Audio HH dream again. Jamie is speaking a love poem she seems to have written to me. I believe she sent me a poem back when I knew her. But I couldn't tell if it was written for me or the guy she was after at the time. So naturally I was standoffish about it, which resulted in a slight argument. This time however, I have learned my lesson. "Aw that's sweet! Is it about me? are you trying to tell me something?". Is that better? And no I don't remember what the words were. This happens to me when I hear music in HH as well. I know guitar, some piano, and a little violin. But, Adulting work life always takes over and makes me forget.

Infiltrated

I was in an abandoned house or something. I felt demons entering my mind. My dog was dragging me by the arm away from the place.

Jamie 4

Brief flash, she is in a dimly lit room with another man about to have sex with him. I.. really don't wish to dream about this. I know in previous dreams her tone seems to indicate she might reach out, (Or we encounter one another by happenstance,) for a very specific goal. I just hope she has her house in order when doing so. I feel I am expected to as well. It goes both ways.

Jamie 5

I am in a convenience store, and Jamie is there. She seems to have that darkness in her again. She's dressed strangely, almost like a hobo. She seems very seductive towards me. I'm just playing along. She peels a small smiley face sticker from a paper, kind of like the Wal-Mart ones that the door greeters use to have. She asks "Where should I put it?", "On your bum." I say. She reaches behind her as if doing so. I raise my hand in the the air and make a twirling motion and I say, "Now turn around." She turns around almost dancing and stick her butt out to my groin and starts grinding. I say, "What? your booty shrunk! I coulda swore it was bigger." "Shut up." She says and throws me on the ground and starts kissing me as she mounts me. We seem to be in a bedroom and on a bed now.

Instantly the dream transitions, and I instantly forget where I was previously. Me and my dog are in a dark parking lot trying to get a ride from some woman. But she says she's driving someone else and drives away to a stall a ways away. now I'm in a warehouse with my dog. People are working. I forget the rest.

I always notice latley that when Jamie is being strange in a dream I always dream about my dog. Like it's a warning. Can't argue with kisses and a booty grind tho.

I was visiting my father at the chemical plant he works at. It looked different. We talked a bit. He was at his desk. Then I left, saying "see you this evening!" because we'd agreed I'd come over later that evening. Note: IRL, I have indeed agreed to meet my dad later this evening.

Another waking dream of the same type as yesterday. Talking to someone I couldn't see right as I was on the cusp of waking up. Feeling my bed, and seeing my bedroom, but still continuing the conversation. As my logical faculties slowly kicked in as I transitioned to full waking state, I briefly feared I was going schizophrenic.

I had a kind of vision upon waking, like I was waking up but still floating somewhere between states of consciousness. I was having a full conversation with a person. I'm pretty sure it was my (deceased) mother. Slowly, I started being able to see the real world of my bedroom through my open eyes. I couldn't see my mom anymore, but I was still continuing the conversation alone in my bed. Somehow this felt normal. As my critical mind woke up mid-conversation, I became disappointed that I could no longer believe in the fiction of the dream anymore. That I wasn't really talking to my mom.

Last night I messed around with the EEG system I've been working on. I made some improvements in the software that I was excited to see the results of, but the electrodes on the Muse S are prone to noise and the signal was way off from ideal. It was overall a waste of a night, and since I was distracted on the EEG system my sleep suffered and my recall was zero.

There's a lot of potential here and I've only just started, but I've been experimenting with so many different things recently that I'm going to take a break from it all and just focus on the basics for a bit. I think I'm going to limit myself to finishing ETWOLD and doing some of the practices there. Below are some dreams from two nights ago that I didn't get around to journaling.



Elon’s tire warehouse

I’m in a large warehouse that seems to be predominantly filled with tires, I’m feeling almost as if I work here. I ask a man if they have two tires for my car and affirms that they do. I wander around and find myself accidentally locked out of the warehouse. Beside the door that is locked is a very long and tall garage-like door, most of it is transparent. I look through and see that there is another identical garage door about 20 feet into the building and through the window on that one I can see many people walking around working, it’s where I was standing previously.

I knock on the garage door to try to get someone’s attention, but nobody can hear me through both of the doors. Suddenly to the left of the door by a fence in a small garden-plot of dirt, a tire comes bouncing out and rolls right past me. I pivot around and watch it go away from the warehouse, which is the entire front yard of the PA house. It bounces down the steps and through the driveway and then I notice it’s heading towards an old man. I shout “Hey, look out!” and he notices it in time and hops out of the way.

It ends up striking a tree that was behind him and rolls back to stop gently by his feet. I hop down the steps and grab it and bring it back to put it where it came from. When I approach the small garden by the warehouse I see that it’s just dirt with a bunch of tires in it. The tires that are laying down flat are unmoving, but all of the other tires that were in any other position were slowly moving to an upright position and seemingly ‘sprouting’ out of the earth. I guess this one was 'ripe' and popped out. I laid it down on its side to prevent it from jumping out again.

I somehow managed to get back into the warehouse, I want to ask about the tires again. A woman passes me and I gain the dream knowledge that she’s a new employee here and that she’s a gamer, I want to get to know her more.

Now I find myself in a back room in this warehouse, it’s kind of like the manager's office or something. I’m sitting in a chair with a large desk in front of me with Elon Musk (bleh) on the other side. Behind that is a long desk against a large window - the gamer girl is there, she’s doing some work for some college project. Maybe everyone is on a break right now in this warehouse.

I ask Elon if a Tesla is worth getting. He responds with “No, I think you should take that money and instead split it with me and we can run off and be GamerLords together” (lol). We talk about some other topics.

I then ask him what games he's currently playing, he says “I don’t play games, gaming is for pussies” The girl whips around to say something but I’m already mid sentence with “How are we supposed to run away and be GamerLords together if you aren’t even a gamer?”



Freezing cat

I find myself in a living room sitting on a couch with another couch across from me and one to the left as well, there’s maybe 5 or so people sitting around here. I look over to my left and see a very generic white looking refrigerator. I immediately know that my old cat S is in the freezer. I run over and open it and take him out instantly. He almost looks inflated, like his ears and head and body are just too large which I attribute to him being in the freezer. He’s extremely cold but he’s moving slowly and I feel sick just imagining how long he must’ve been in there, so many thoughts are going through my head - is it too late? Can he come back from this? I feel his nose and it’s just about frozen. I turn to everyone and say “S was in the freezer!?”, nobody even looked up from what they were doing.

Summoning F:
I'm at my Grandma M's condo in the kitchen. There are a few of my family members there too.
I notice there is a game on the table relating to prospective memory.
I recall that I've been working on prospective memory for my lucid dreaming practice.
I perform a nose reality check and become lucid.
I try and summon F, but it doesn't work. I recall that sometimes it is easier to summon using a door.
I leave the kitchen and go to the laundry room, shutting the door behind me. I imagine F standing in the living room.
I open the door.
It works. She is there. Either my family is gone now, or I simply ignore them entirely.
I go over to start some naughty stuff. I feel the dream stability "shake" when we embrace, but it doesn't fall apart. I feel relieved about that.
...
I've lost lucidity by now. I'm in a downtown city area underneath a highway. I'm with F, looking for somewhere to continue.
I notice that there are cameras all over the bottom of the highway above us and tell her this is too public.
F is now a man wearing a trenchcoat, and the story changes such that he is my buddy cop partner or similar.

Rude:
I'm in an elevator filled with water in an inner tube. I'm with a bunch of other people also in inner tubes and wearing bathing suits.
This is some kind of ride at an amusement park. Over an intercom, a man announces that we will be racing the 1st years.
I get excited and sarcastically say outloud to the group "WE'RE GONNA CRUSH THOSE KIDS!"
One other person and me get pulled aside and removed from the race. Apparently this was unsportsmanlike conduct.

Jamie seems to have vanished from my dreams lately.

dead?

Was in a parallel universe or something. In a bunch of futuristic looking buildings. I was exploring a set of rooms with some people. Some girl went into a dark room with a giant slab screen or something but never came out.

Wound up in some lobby where a bunch of the slab screens were. On the screen was a scrolling social media just like Tiktok or yt shorts. V. I kept scrolling through the feed for a while. Some girls in the video kept mentioning that a girl named "Jamie". After a few more videos of this I realized they were talking about my Jamie. I started feeling really sad, and then it was overwhelming. I put my face in my hands and started crying. The darkness of my hands made me wake up.

sweat

Had a FA and I was sick in bed. I was hot and sweating. I was not looking forward to being sick. Then I woke up for real and I was okay.


Couple other small dreams. In one some guy invited me over to his place to hang out. He wanted me to come to his bedroom, but he was on his bed and waiting for me naked... I wasn't having any of that so I ran out of the house. In another some redhead girl was trying to seduce me or something but I wasn't interested. In the last dream I was walking at night time somewhere. I'm not sure but Jamie might have been behind me. Or, I was just thinking about her .

I want my dream girlfriend back dammit.

I’m in some house with Melissa. The master bedroom is right off of the living room, and there’s a walk-in bathroom with a walk-in shower right off the bedroom. I’m up and getting ready. I think I thought it was late, but now I see that it’s actually much earlier than I’d usually be ready, at 6:45 am. The shower is brown stone with an inlaid ledge or two that we’ve put plants on to a really nice effect. One looks like a pothos; I inspect it and am distressed to find a couple leaves fall off at just my touch. The rest of it still seems healthy though. Another of the plants looks like a succulent, and I wonder how it’s going to do with the humidity. Out in the living room now, Melissa and I both see something move of its own accord? In a window, I see the reflection of a small, gaunt looking girl that’s not really in the room with us. We confirm that we both saw the same thing and I believe that this place is indeed haunted.

I’m at work, in the warehouse. It’s currently unbelievably cluttered; carts, boxes, and carts full of boxes are everywhere with seemingly no organization or good way to just get around, Zoe is here too, and it’s just a stressful environment right now. Matthew comes over to me and tells me to come outside to meet his new daughter. (It seems like, in the dream, I’ve already met her, so I’m not sure what this is about). His wife and daughter are in a car out here (the side yard), but he starts talking to me in a low voice - the real reason he brought me outside. He tells me that some people are going to have to get laid off and my name came up as towards the top of the list. I can barely hear him, but make out most of what he says. I don’t understand why I’d be one of the first to go, compared to some of my coworkers who hardly do anything. I feel distressed.

I am going to a wedding. I walk into the small venue (just a room?) through a small hallway. There’s someone greeting people - he recognizes me from ‘last time’, bringing up how I had too much to drink, in a joking way. I think I have a memory of this (in the dream). It’s okay, because I don’t plan to drink any alcohol tonight. Now, some others are here and we are queuing for a marathon. I guess I’m going to be part of this. It’s longer than I thought, even for a marathon, and everyone else looks pretty serious. Somebody opens the door, and we’re off. We start on what looks like a sidewalk. Some start with speed, and some start with a pace that they intend to keep throughout. The surroundings are now what looks like a room filled with maybe a couple of feet of water. The room is completely bare and a dark gray? I run laps on top of the water. After a while, I find out that I’ve won. I’m excited, but I also start to think it might not be fair if everyone else was running where we started and I was here. They give me a journal as a gift. It has pages of good quality and they’ve written congratulatory notes in the front. I still can’t believe I had no idea what I was getting into and then ended up winning.

I’m walking out of a parking garage. I think I’m with somebody else. We end up running into Ally. Kass also joins us a moment later. Ally talks to us, but Kass seems aloof. We end up at Basecamp. It looks slightly different, with the check-in counter and common area on a ledge under the outdoor wall. There are many bags all over the ground, with hardly any space for more. Now I’m at a different section of the place to rent gear. It’s dark out and Brian Sweeney and Lucas Larson are standing out on the porch? (it looks somewhat like a house). I try to ask Brian for gear and he gets visibly angry. They both look really drunk. He does get me gear and also becomes more friendly as we start talking.

I’m in a house with Melissa (it feels like Granny’s old house). I think either carpet or hardwood floor is being put in, so we have to be either up or downstairs while they’re doing it.

I am seeing a scene of Alex and Sierra in what looks like a luxury hotel room many floors up (I can tell because at least one wall is entirely a window). It’s like this is a video they’ve sent us. Sierra is lying face up on what looks like a massage table, arms folded and eyes closed. Alex is telling us she’s been ‘diagnosed’ and to guess with what. It seems like it’s supposed to be some sickness, but then he reveals that she is pregnant.

I’m in the old house. I’m alone, and it feels like it might be late at night. I hear something in the backyard and go to look out one of the windows. (They are in the spots I remember them really being, but there are curtains over all of them that we never had. The house also seems empty, devoid of décor or furniture). Getting close to the wall to look behind/between the curtain and window without moving it, I see a small Asian? woman on the phone, trying to look into the house. Without much hesitation, I dial 911. They answer immediately, then the call cuts out. I call back and it never gets through (*I wake up at this point). There was also something about someone ringing the doorbell at the old house and me answering it. It was two men asking if we had dog food to spare, and I think I gave them some. It was slightly suspicious.

I am driving somewhere (it doesn’t really seem familiar). It’s a surface street, and it feels like I’ve pulled out of a shopping center. A small red car comes up besides me and then cuts in front of me, scraping my front bumper in doing so. I think he might just keep driving, but he pulls to the side immediately after. I notice that the car has a California plate. I get out after pulling over too, and don’t notice any damage to my car. We agree to exchange information, just in case. He is lanky and darker skinned, in a beanie and sweatpants and has his mom or grandma with him. The interaction is amicable.