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After moving back to college for fall semester, for some reason my allergies started going haywire. I don't know if my new medication plan is helping; it seems to be exacerbating the problem. So, I haven't had high quality dreams because I've been too busy trying to breathe :/

I did recall one dream from last night, that someone had turned on the heater. I woke up and felt super hot even though the AC was on so I went ahead and turned on my fan. I slept better last night than the one before, probably because I took a decongestant.

I have notes of a "swamp", a "woman swimming", and "crocodiles". I remember none of it, except the crocodiles.

Dream took place in my old family home again. My phone buzzed in my pocket (allegedly, I remember nothing, these are old notes). My dad was upstairs. In the dream, I think he was installing (or had already installed) a fixed air conditioner unit. I could hear the annoying sound. In reality, it as my own crappy mobile AC that I was hearing, and the sound "leaked" into the dream in this form.

I think I was on a quay, I think. I came across my old colleagues from my previous previous previous job (Tankpark). We did not split on good terms. I greet them, they ignore me. I was like "okay then", and continued on my way.

We were in a garage-like space, dismantling a nuke. Notes tell me Xiaoxi (Chinese lady I know) was somehow involved, but I don't recall how. Heroes' Matt Parkman was there too (no surprise, I had seen actor Greg Grunberg in Star Trek: Beyond the evening before). At some point, Arthur Petrelli showed up and tried to stop us. I ignored him, saying he was dead. Suddenly, he turned out to be an older man called "Manny". I was supposed to know him from the past when he was younger, but didn't recogize him. He argued the world was in terrible shape, and asked us to stop. I convinced him it would only get worse if the nuke went off. We got ready to leave. Matt was interested in a fish bowl with some fish still in it, randomly laying around in the garage. He took it with him. We crawled under the garage door, which was half closed. I felt extremely tired, physically. So did the others, according to my notes. We find ourselves in what looks like an underground parking garage. In the distance, I see armed forced enter from several entrances. Guys in full SWAT gear. I am suspicious. We get on our knees as if to surrender, and I think to Parkman (he's a mind-reader) to get ready to get us out of here if things go wrong. Not sure how he would have done that. He can't teleport.

I remembered some short fragments of dreams. Before that I had some dreams that I didn't remember. First I was on a school bus with my boyfriend. There were a few other people on the bus but most of the seats were empty. There was a window open near the front of the bus and a nice breeze was coming through. We liked the breeze. I was lying in the bus seat feeling euphoric because of the breeze and my boyfriend was looking at me over the top of the seat in front of me.

Then me and my boyfriend were in the apartment. I mounted a fan to the wall near the broken air conditioner. We were happy thinking the fan was going to function as an air conditioner and blow cold air on us. I turned it on and it didn't seem to be working very well.

Then I was leaving some place with a friend but as we were walking to the car I wanted to spend more time with him so I asked him if he wanted to go shopping and he did. And since we were already at a strip mall we just walked into the next store, which was a large hardware store. The next store was an auto parts store. We weren't really shopping, but just walking around and talking.

Gawd. This is gonna be my 600th DJ entry. What am I doing with my life...? I remember I changed my color code when I was at around 300 DJ entries and it took me three four hour sessions over the course of five days to change the color code over to be consistent. It was maddening and it took me weeks to weed out the odd dj entries with the old color code. Hopefully I don't tire of this one. The 5-fold color scheme has actually held up well.

I was at my moms' mothers' apartment building that she was the landlord of. It should have been a dead giveaway that I was dreaming, since she passed away four years ago now, and she was a lucid trigger a couple times. I had an odd semi-lucidity that really leaned to the low end of the spectrum. Nasty yellow color code, go.

I remember relaxing in her apartment. She was talking about making cookies with me. As cliched as it sounds, that's what I always did with her when she was still alive. Iwl she had a gray cat named Jasper who had no claws.

In the dream, Jasper was much larger than he had been in waking life. Much larger than any domestic cat; about the size of a medium sized dog. He also had white belly and paws. But he seemed just as friendly and talkative as always. He always used to meow at me constantly (though not really in a mean way, he was just a noisy cat.), and he did so in the dream.

She took me out back. IWL there was no way to make your way around to the back of the building because there was another property. But in the dream there was a wooden scaffolding/walkway that ran along the backside at the level of the second floor. Also, the building, that had been two stories IWL, was three in the dream. In fact, it was two buildings, and had a small courtyard in the middle.

We walked along the walkway and she asked me to use my lucid powers to fly up on the roof and turn on the air conditioner. I went up there and there were these two fat old guys that I had never seen before. They told me to go back down that I wasn't allowed on the roof.

I remembered one of the businesses there was this store that sold crystals, incense and all this other new spirituality age stuff. This store was in the dream too, but it was a third building, and was rotated 90 degrees to its regular orientation. (Most of the businesses in the building she owned were actually taken by things like churches and psychics and stuff.)

I went in, and there were these two women talking. One was this very tall oriental woman, taller than Manei probably, and dressed in mostly black. The other was a short black woman who was wearing purple and looked a little like my moms' friend. She had the same smiling face. I told them I was just dropping in to see how the store was, since I used to come there as a kid. But I felt like I was interrupting whatever they were talking about and I should leave.

One of the women told me I reminded her of a character in a The Alchemist; a boy who got hurt and had to bandage half of his face and hide it. (Having read the book, I know there is no such character.) I think she asked me about my wristbands. I told her that they were something that I came up with so that I could tell when I was dreaming and when I was awake in them, since I would only have them in the dream. I also told her that they also have hidden blades in them in case a nightmare or something comes up and I have to fight.

Two Bslaps for myself. One for not becoming lucid right there. And one for telling the lady about my hidden blades.

I also remember in the store that all of the crystals and stuff looked exceptionally vivid. I remember how I was thinking about making quartz crystals a dream sign, because I feel like I dream of them a lot.

I wanted to go back and meet with my grandmother and finish helping her. But I had to go to some kind of class. My teacher from my tech school was in one of the businesses and it was set up like the computer lab from my old tech school. I had a photoshop project to do.

Okay, so after a night of partying and some Joose I fell asleep and the first thing I remember in my dream was being in school.
I was in my fourth period class and all of my classmates were present. I was standing by the front of the door, and everyone was obnoxiously loud and the teacher was not doing anything about it. My friend Erik was saying to me repeatedly, "You crashed your car? Nah uh, for real?" Literally over and over again. I put my head in my hands, and looked up for a second. That's when I said to myself, out loud,
"Wait a second, this isn't real. This is a dream, I can tell." then one of my classmates, Trevon contradicted me with,
"Nah uh, how do you figure this is a dream?"
"Because, I can do this." I replied with as I made an air conditioner that was about 3ft by 2ft fall from the ceiling and crush him and only him. Afterwards, everyone applauded me because he was, "The most annoying kid in the class." I could not agree more with that. Then I woke up.