I’m at work and going into the breakroom. John is here with a plate of food - chips and something else. I start making a plate as well. There are some chicken nuggets set out and a tray of what feels like leftover french fries. There are only several chicken nuggets, and I only leave one or two. In the process of making my plate, things on it seem to disappear, so I have to do it again. A couple others now show up, some of which are unfamiliar. They are a couple of women that seem to be visiting for work. One of them tells the employees that they’ll be needing the breakroom, that they can’t eat outside or they’ll be fired. I glibly say it’s fine when I really think it’s ridiculous. I put BBQ sauce and a sour cream dip on my plate and walk outside. It immediately looks like I’ve walked into a backyard with a large lawn. I see most everyone else is sitting in the sun; I veer right into the shade. There are some camp chairs set up with a dog lying under one. I go pet the dog. He accepts it but also nips at me, though not in an unfriendly way. In the chair, Jessica is now to my right and Dad in the chair to her right. We are watching a lightning show on the horizon behind the house. There is some sheet lightning and bolts that aren’t all that close. I notice Jessica’s hand naturally resting between her legs and subtly fidgeting with the seam of her jeans. I initially take it as sexual, though it could just be itching. She also quickly adjusts her bra; I see the cup move beneath the shirt. I glance over to read her shirt and I’m not sure if she takes it as me checking out her chest. I think about explaining myself but don’t. Now, a plane flies fairly close overhead. Another appears and drops two projectiles. They fall for a moment and then start flying this way. They pass overhead, continue on, then explode on the far horizon. In my mind, the far horizon is somewhere like the East Coast, and it’s crazy that I can see it from here. I’m outside somewhere with Melissa. We’re on some road and approaching a long and steeply inclined overpass. Everyone (I think in cars) slows and stops. Apparently it is closed off suddenly. A man down here is trying to explain the situation to us. I become very angry with him, shouting ‘who are you to tell us what to do with our animals?!’ I guess the scenario has something to do with animals - horses? I end up hitting the man several times but he never reacts.
Dream 1: I was on a month-long road trip with my brother, around the U.S. Every night, we would stop in a different town and get dinner. In one town, there was a giant party going on, and I saw some guy dancing on the outside edge of a banister on the second story of a strip club before he promptly fell off. Clearly he was drunk, because despite falling 15 feet to the ground, he got right back up and continued dancing. A few nights later, we met up with our parents who were also on a trip. My Mom had decided to invite my ex-girlfriend to go with them. Very awkward, considering I had invited my girlfriend to meet me there. I forgot exactly what had happened, but I don't think there was a giant confrontation. After me and my brother got home, I made a remark about "surviving for an entire month in the wilderness" and he said, "Yeah, except I bought us dinner almost every night." Dream 2 - fragment: In my backyard at my house, we have a new pool. It's huge, and takes up basically the entire yard. There's a hot tub too, however it's half of the total pool area, so it's extremely big for a hot tub.
I am walking towards Lake Tahoe from Opa’s backyard (it is not actually the house’s backyard, but an expanse of land, seemingly all the way to the shore, fenced in, maybe 40 feet wide). It is full of larger rocks and water, like a drainage ditch, but with no perceptible slope. I walk on top of the light grey stones; there are enough to make this easy. I notice a couple walking not too far behind me. They seem to notice the ‘yard’ and the man comments ‘why would someone do that?’ or something similar, I think because it’s expensive. I get closer to the fence on the right side and on some larger rocks as the middle is thinning out. The fence is about to end in this direction, though it turns 90 degrees to the right. The fence seems to be a chain link with slats. There’s one wooden section though, which I am climbing on in my attempt to get to the lake. The couple is still nearby, and the guy mockingly says it’s illegal to just cross over now. I am now in a tree, with my foot in a crotch to rest my weight. I notice that the girl is blond and nearly flat chested, with a strapless, black bikini top on. I think the guy is blond too, and they both look somewhat older than me. They ask where to go from here (I guess standing on the ground with no problem, unlike myself) and I tell them I honestly don’t know. I see a section where the water has pooled in a shallower area. It is still and topped with numerous small spiderwebs. I tell them I wouldn’t really go that way. A few men appear and wade through the water with no problem. I say they can probably go that way now that someone ‘stirred’ up the webs, though I’m not entirely sure they’re listening. I think I’m down from the tree now. I’ve arrived at Dad’s house, and there is some get together going on. I go into my room to put some things down. The room is actually unfamiliar, but the bed is made with my Grateful Dead blanket. Sara is in here with me.
I am at 10 Torr for a celebration for one of the cousin’s graduation. This place looks similar, but not exactly the same. It seems to be a little smaller and a bit more homey. It’s still a square room but has more of a kitchen vibe due to the counter and the décor. It also seems to be wrapping up; Aly is behind the counter, putting things away. It seems like nobody is left at this point. I was going to try one more drink, but I’ll be fine without it. Mom is sitting with me at the counter. It looks like it’s going to be closed now, but then a 20-something year old guy shows up behind the bar. It seems they’re now open or regular business. Two girls, maybe in their late 20s or early 30s, are already taking a seat at the bar. The guy looks to them, looking a little disheveled. The girl closer to me starts ordering something with orange/grapefruit juice, but the girl by her completely cuts her off, ordering something with the same juice but a little more specific. The guy doesn’t seem to care; he lets her finish and then turns to the first girl to let her finish. The first girl waits a moment and then makes a snide comment to the other. The guy is now looking to us. I notice two small, empty glasses on the counter in front of us, and it worries me for a moment, making me think for some reason that Mom might have a drink. I ask for ‘just a coffee liqueur and vodka’, oddly self conscious of my voice. Mom orders something kind of specific that I’ve never heard of; it sounds like some kind of mock tail. The drinks come out quickly, and it looks like they’re in small white bowls and not glasses. Mom’s looks like a strawberry ice cream or really frothy strawberry milk topped with whipped cream and a slice of banana. Mine looks like it has cream in it and then it tastes like it does too. When the guy comes back over I assertively but kindly tell him what it was supposed to be, and he fixes it. I now try Mom’, and it does seem nonalcoholic. Her face looks a little sad to me. Melissa has been waiting in a car outside, and I’ve been texting her. She’s being kind of sassy. I’m not sure why she’s just been waiting out there. I look outside and briefly see her and it looks like she’s changed into a pajama shirt. (fragment) I am outside and climbing/ scrambling around on some granite boulders all together and overlapping one another. I hear Kat? narrating like Jon (or Luke Larson?) is climbing, though it’s definitely just me here. She is sort of talking it up and pointing out the danger of the boulders being right behind you. I am in street shoes and sort of pulling on some holds and playing with different moves. The grainy holds are pretty decent and slightly chalked. I don’t think it’s even completely vertical, and I don’t think it’s all that hard. I think the boulder behind you is close enough that you could put out a leg or arm and stop yourself before you would fall into it. This small boulder field slowly turns into the top of a backyard. I’m standing on top of the smaller boulders with Kat, looking toward the house. There is a small, neat lawn and a few neat trees nearer the house. The house also gives the impression of being neat. (fragment) I am at work with Laynie and a small group has done a grab and run out of the door 18 emergency exit. We catch up with them in the stairwell. It’s about 3-4 teens or preteens. One of the girls is reminiscent of the blond 13 year old girl that was taking pictures of herself doing gang signs. She sort of talks back, but ultimately we are in control. We are being hard on them but they seem to not get it. I think we have them out in the parking lot. (fragment) I’m with Scott and Tyson? downtown when they see something going on through a hotel room. We are going to go in to see what’s going on. These hotel rooms seem to be in an overpass that we are walking under. I don’t like not being able to see and not really know what’s going on. I think it has to do with a shooting or someone with a gun.
Morning of November 14, 2018. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,958-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 58. In a previous dream including my conscious self’s identity and to some extent in real life, I had been building a more extensive paradigm understructure for my online dream journal as a way to make it more idiot-proof, despite there being virtually no evidence that mainstream humanity has any understanding of the induction, dreaming, and waking processes. I had been focusing on “personifications of” while branching into more specific factors of vestibular system correlation, nexus simulacrums, and melatonin mediation. During this time, my dream self loses most of its present waking life identity while still holding a subliminal awareness of concurrent physicality and a minimal degree of lucid dream state awareness to where only a sliver of my conscious self’s identity remains extant; just enough to deliberately enter the role of another denizen to experiment with the dream space. The backstory of an upcoming wedding comes to the forefront. It is a transpersonal thread adjacent to the virtual foreshore. There is the sighting of an unknown groom of about twenty-five in my incorporeal glimpse. I possess the body of a man who is about eighty years old to sustain his role in attaining a sacred stick from a secret area for the unknown young groom (who remains in another part of town), maintaining faith that any other sentient presence in the dream space will not detect me as an imposter. The interconsciousness borrows pieces of a setting that I had not lived in real life for years, making sure it is incorrect in design so that it is not mistaken for having waking life relevance or the fallacy of symbolism that the unintelligent pursue. I am at an erroneous version of the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane. This version of the house has an enclosed wooden back porch, which expands over the area that the utility room was in real life (though the utility room was at ground level). Another male, unknown, about the age of the man whose body I possess, is with me, remaining on my left (dream attention orientation, as I sleep on my left side). I do not see the house as a place of significance, and my dream self only vaguely realizes that it is an illusory model of a place I had once lived. There is little of my conscious self identity that remains extant. We are to meet with a man who is over a hundred years old, known only as General. Another man who is about a hundred years old arrives first. The four of us briefly appraise each other. I marvel at how wrinkled their faces are. I nod to General, addressing him solely and lightly with “General.” He does not seem to suspect I am not the old man. I feel comfortable in my fictitious role. He had stepped from a back room of the house, perhaps the kitchen in assuming that this fake house was somewhat like the original. The other man had come in from outside. My dream self’s attention does not focus on the porch setting as the nexus within liminal space; that virtual bridge which I had entered thousands of times in previous dreams since early childhood. Despite “General” being a military association with the preconscious and interconsciousness simulacra, I do not anticipate dominance by their presence. We go out into the backyard. It seems to be late morning. I am holding a large irregular stick in my left hand. We all have walking sticks, but the groom’s sacred stick is just beyond the backyard in a cluster of trees. In reality, this would have been our neighbor’s backyard, which was divided from ours by a small fence. As I am walking, the other end of my stick, still being used with my left hand, somehow gets stuck between two small cages (the bottom of one and the top of the other). I am not sure if they contain any animals. A big cloth is covering them. It takes me a few minutes to pull it out. The man who had been with me, the first one, seems slightly annoyed and moves to help me, but the stick is already out. Liminal awareness had established that I was sleeping on my left arm in an uncomfortable position, which became a factor of my dream’s scenario, altering its potential. My dream self absentmindedly points this out, with the stick, where my essence is, beneath the cloth (bed sheet) and asleep, my waking self “caged” within the virtual lattice of physicality.
Morning of April 2, 2018. Monday. This dream renders a unique setting as always, a setting that has never featured in this specific way in any previous dream, which is a process to prevent associations with waking life to prevent false memory. In this case, it is primarily the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane (where we have not lived in years). However, upon seeing Zsuzsanna in the final segment, it is like the northeast room of the King Street mansion, where I have not been since the 1990s (and where Zsuzsanna has never been, never having been to America). Even so, it is on the opposite side of where the Stadcor Street bedroom actually was in respect to my dream’s layout. Additionally, my current conscious self identity is only partly extant. I go to look in the backyard for some reason. It seems to be late morning. I am aware that an unusual wind from the east (my right in my dream’s view) has brought a lot of fine white sand into our backyard. There are many shallow recesses in the yard that contain this fine white sand. I start to consider how unusual a feature this is. I study the area for several minutes. Looking off to my left, just beyond the driveway, I see a low embankment. Two very large turnip plants are growing. Only one has a visible turnip slightly above the ground. I consider if I should pull them up, as they seem fully grown, but I start to focus on the main backyard again. I notice an area of ground to my left where I realize the whiteness of the sand in that part of the yard may be caused by sunbeams. The area has a silvery glow. Still, the other areas really do contain the unusual fine sand. I decide to go into the house to tell Zsuzsanna about it and to describe the unusual wind that brought the sand into our backyard. When in the bedroom, I see Zsuzsanna sitting on the bed, facing me as I stand nearby. The closet of the northeast King Street mansion bedroom is visible near the end of the bed (though I am uncertain of whether it is the head or foot of the bed). As I stand, looking into the closet, I notice a very large slug crawling slowly up the wall. Its view is partly blocked for a time. I watch its optical and sensory tentacles move about. I continue to gaze at it as I also pull a snail from my right arm that had somehow also gotten stuck on my shirt sleeve, somehow making the shirt sleeve also stick to me. This event is distorted, as the shirt seems to have been hanging on a hook on the wall, with me not wearing it at the time and yet somehow also wearing it at the same time (a typical dream event that is impossible to resolve in conscious afterthought). There is a brief offset dream where I go back to the backyard and discover that the ground is now only with normal-colored dirt in the recesses. I am somewhat puzzled. I consider how short a time period that the event must have taken place for no traces of the other sand to remain. This is a sustained dream segment that is otherwise based on water lowering waking symbolism from an earlier dream. A short time ago, I happened to read the following: “Dreaming of sand may represent the border between the conscious (beach/land) and unconscious (ocean/water) minds.” I found this astounding because it is extremely rare to read anything about dreams from any public source that has an iota of truth on any level. However, it is more about the liminal space between dream self and conscious self, unrelated to waking life itself. This dream mostly centers around sleep recognition waking symbolism, which is somewhat of a misnomer as the inference is literal, not symbolic, and based on a subliminal realization that I am actually in bed and asleep. Obviously, the bed confirms this. Additionally, the turnips are autosymbolism for Zsuzsanna and I sleeping. Additionally, the snail and the slug are associated with moving slowly, a play on being sluggish or asleep. The confusion with the shirt relates to the fact that I am not dressed when I sleep. Once again, this dream had a prescient thread as many of my dreams do at one point or another (sometimes covering many years in advance which is inherently unfathomable), which is sometimes very frustrating as it often serves no useful purpose other than to convince me that most human minds work in a completely different way than mine. Another poster on the Dreamscloud website had posted an image of a slug (the image repeated three times) just before I was finishing this entry, despite the recognized autosymbolism of a slug representing vague threads of my conscious self identity (in being mostly inactive) in REM sleep.
Morning of August 18, 2017. Friday. I seem to be in bed with Zsuzsanna. However, our bed seems to be in the backyard of our present home with our heads oriented south (with the same left and right orientation as we are sleeping in reality). It is full daylight out. Still, there is an odd sense of bilocation of which is not defined in the usual way. A boy of about ten years old comes into our backyard a few times from our neighbor’s backyard. He is unknown and unfamiliar, though implied to be the neighbor’s son (though this “neighbor” is also an unknown character). I display a bit of anger and aggression and he goes back each time, somehow going over the fence, though it seems somewhat like the old metal fence that was not very high. He has a somewhat condescending nature. My awareness shifts and my dream changes orientation. Now our bed is in the Loomis Street living room, our heads west, opposite the front entrance. Once again, the boy is imposing by coming in through the front door, which may have been left open. I do not express much anger. His father, an unknown chubby male of about thirty and with red hair, also comes in through the door as if he had been uncertain as to where his son had gotten off to. I nod and I do not express any anger at the imposition of either, almost as if their ridiculous intrusions do not matter at this point. The other man seems friendly and calm. Nothing relevant to waking life (on a personal level) is to be found here; just the usual dreaming and waking symbolism, here rendered as doorway waking symbolism, though in many cases, a distorted rendering of the emergent consciousness, mixed in with dynamics of the preconscious (sometimes as a “monster”) remains within a doorway rather than viably using a door or doorway. I can only guess that these two unknown characters were related to unconsciously perceiving (remote viewing) random unknown people in the area as I was sleeping, the boy linked into the transpersonal stream via the preconscious while his father linked to the emergent consciousness, a dynamic that has often occurred in past dreams. The fence is a clue, as a fence symbolizes a division in levels of consciousness within the dream state and of course our being in bed is simply an indicator of being in the dream state. It has remained obvious through tens of thousands of dreams for over fifty years, that the transpersonal preconscious stream integrates found personas that are the least like the conscious self identity, for that is the only real way, excluding willing coalescence, that the dream self attains enough emotion (through aggravation, conflict, or other emotions) to come out of the dream state under many conditions. Otherwise, the “ripples” of neural energy are unlikely to increase and the dreamer would remain in the dream. Waking and waking prompts are a biological necessity, yet most of humanity does not even come close to grasping the simplest concepts concerning dreams or their purpose or meaning.
Date of Dream: MON 10 JUL - 2017 Dream No. 150 - Separated Sections Dream 150 A – Trapped In Suburbia I was riding my bike around a random area of the suburbs. I then said to myself that I wanted to ride to WB's place but I could go past a certain point. It's like I would keep pedalling but there was some sort of invisible wall there. My grandmother then comes home with these three bottles of juice. My brother said that it would be best if the juice bottles were all stored in his room but I didn't agree with that. I said that one should stay upstairs and the other two can go down with him. Then when I opened my bag, there was one big bottle of juice but the others were weirdly sized. The second bottle was actually two medium bottles and the third was all these micro sized bottles. I don't remember anything else about this dream. Dream 150 B – The Explosive Feud I was in the garage and I could hear my parents talking in the backyard. I wanted to know what I was saying and so I asked them. My parents then got really mad at me but I've forgotten the rest of the dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Sleep: About 7.5 hours. This seems to be optimal for me. It's generally harder for me to fall asleep when I'm getting enough rest every night. BUT, this is a good thing. Because of this, my brain is significantly more awake once I do fall asleep, and therefore my dreams are more vivid and memorable. Also, I think my brain is hard-wired to keep me up late. Like, ideally my body seems to want to go to sleep at around 12:30-1 AM and wake up at around 8:15 or so. I feel the most refreshed in the morning this way. However, this doesn't generally tend to work with modern-day American society, so I will have to see. Maybe I can adjust accordingly, to the friendlier schedule of sleeping from like 11:00 PM to 6:30 AM, and it will have the same effect. I will make some plans this weekend hopefully and try and figure that out. DREAMS Dream 1: I was talking with my brother and some other people, in the family room of my parents' house. There was a Slowpoke (the Pokemon) just chilling on our bench, so I guess Pokemon were real, too. Somebody sitting with us compared the Slowpoke to a really smart person who is just really lazy. I don't know if the Pokemon felt insulted by that or not. :O Then, outside in our backyard, an insane amount of rocks started flying around in the air, and I think the room started shifting too. We all freaked out, but I woke up before anything disastrous happened! Dream 2: I think I had a false awakening. Didn't trigger lucidity though. I thought that I had woken up extremely late, and now I was super far behind with my schoolwork. Dream 3: Warning: this one gets a little bit PG-13. I was on some sort of train. I believe that the train was magical in some way, but I'm not entirely sure. Anyway, I talked to two separate women while I was on the train. I remember one of them was this nice blond-haired lady, maybe in her 30s-40s. She wanted to talk to me and do some sort of study or experiment, which required me to, um, take off my shorts. I can't remember what the, er, study was, but I remember removing my shorts that I was wearing and sitting around chatting with her in my underwear and T-shirt. I think I liked that a little bit too much. ._____________. It was weird also since we were in a crowded train. I bet if I hadn't woken up, I would've become lucid in this one. The exact same thing happened with the other lady. I don't remember what she looked like though. Dreams are so weird. Especially when they're non-lucid. Like...dang. :O
Date of Dream: SUN 30 APR - 2017 Dream No. 104 – Seperated Sections (Lucid Dream 4) Dream No. 104 A – They Can Hear Me At the start of this dream, I was somewhat aware of my surrounds but then at the same time I wasn't, it's a really hard state of awareness to describe... It's like I was aware I was dreaming but just not enough to show any signs of lucidity. I put my hnd up in front of me like someone saying stop but with my hand facing me. At first, it was only five fingers but a sixth one kept flashing on and off. I then became more aware and was finally able to adopt some degree of lucidity. I went to the front balcony of my house and called out for WB in the direction of up the court but as I was doing this, I was consciously aware that I was probably too loud and that my parents may have heard me. There was no respose from WB and so I thought I would actually go and change the dream scene to somewhere where hopefully there would be more action. I said to myself to close my eyes and to not open them again or I would wake up. Transition The dream scene was slowly mixing up from the solid scene to just a blur of images that looked like frosted glass you couldn't see through. All throughout the dream scene change, I'm giving myself a lecture on how I am not to open my eyes and to rather just keep them closed. Dream No. 104 B – The Lolly Bush The new dream scene eventually made sense and it was in the backyard of my other grandparents' house. I was on their verandah and I started a reality check straight away to make sure I was still dreaming, it was a strange one though. I would cross the third finger over the second and I knew I was dreaming because both sides had equal, straight fingers. I was going to call out for WB again but then I saw her loafing around in the backyard on the grassed area in a strapless, black pencil dress. She stayed quiet for this entire dream and didn't speak... She only went wherever I went and watched on. I took her to the side of the house to explore with her and I saw these wrapped lollies, I think they were actually chocolates, “growing” on a couple of bushes. I opened a blue one and thought to myself, “Why is it hard to swallow is straight away?”. I then devised that the flavour of that lolly was called “Gooey Chooey”. I know there was more that happened but I don't remember the events. ^End of Dream^: Read further for the Reality Check Explained! That reality check has got to be one of the most vivid memories of that dream. I did the exact same thing in waking like and took a photo of it. Look below: http://karlab14.deviantart.com/art/D...aled-677895285 ^File attachment didn't want to work, so check the image out on my DeviantArt instead^ On the image, you should see fingers 2 and 3 crossed over. On the right side, fingers 4 and 5 are together and are of similar height. On the other side, there is only the thumb which is very short in comparison to all the other fingers. In the dream however, fingers 2 and 3 are crossed. Fingers 4 and 5 are of the same length. And then on the left side, the two fingers were also the same length. So actually, fingers 3 and 4 were crossed over. 5 and 6 were equal to the right AND 1 and 2 were equal to the left... So the extra finger had come in between 1 and 2, if you get that. If you were to count them from right to left (because it was my right hand I checked against): in real life, 5, 4, 3 twisted into 2, then 1. In dream, 5, 4, 3 twisted into 2, 1... Hold on... AN EXTRA?!
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I was in my backyard, it was a foggy but warm morning. I opened my car and a huge rat ran out of it, then started circling around the car. There were some other rodents too. I tried to catch the rat, but managed only to catch another rodent. It was a strange rat-dog combination with gray fur.
9/3/16 In this dream I'm visiting a friend, I think It's Jack from HS. Except his family aren't the people I remember, they're royalty. I walk into their yard and hang out there, they have four dogs. Two adult dogs and two puppies, one belonging to teach adult dog. One of them is a black Labrador and It seems to like me the most. I'm playing with them when the Mother comes out, and begins talking to me. We chat for a bit, then I go inside. The Dad is sitting inside on a lounge watching television, and I tell him something about the yard or his kids or something. -dreamskip- I ask if I'm allowed to have a shower and the Mother says yes, and leads me to their private suite with a shower and a room coming off adjacent. I'm looking out the window at all the city lights in the distance, the two-storey rich people houses across the road and a factory a little further away. It's beautiful to say the least. The black lab in the yard is just hanging out below and I watch it for a second as it walks through the yard, which now that I think about it doesn't fit with the house at all since it's just a normal middle class yard. I walk into the bathroom and take off my pants in preparation for having a shower when the Mother comes in, and asks to see if I'm allergic to anything. She walks me back into the bedroom has me sit down on the corner of their bed, and opens my legs. She takes a marker and begins writing something on my inner thigh, It's kind of like an autograph, and she signs it saying she's a doctor or something like that. She makes a comment about my, uh, organ as well and then leaves again. I decide to try taking a picture of the writing since I'm about to take a shower, but none of them seem to turn out. I step into the bathroom, and It's all extremely well decorated. -dreamskip- I'm out of the shower now, two people I know are now in the bedroom, rummaging through the drawers and whatnot. I get angry, and tell them to get out, and they begin getting really angry back as if what they were doing wasn't wrong or out of the ordinary even. I get them to leave eventually, and walk downstairs, wondering where my friend is. This is all I remember.
Morning I was in a Warframe game. There is a massive Grineer offensive. Evening 10:14pm I was looking at a computer. I was chatting with someone. Mom? Mom was asking me to go home and help. I told her I am. The screen theme is black with some scattered windows. I woke up in the living room. I heard someone. I went out the yard and saw mom in the backyard getting a pipe off a dog house. I went to her. I told her I didn't hear her come in or that she's coming. She said dad told her I'm her (or that dad opened the gate). I told her "But dad is dead." Then I realized it's all a dream, and I immediately became lucid, the dream improved in quality but I felt I was also quickly losing the dream. I hugged mom and music was playing in the background (lyrics, something like "Sana naman"). It sounded happy but for some reason, I felt very sad. A photo popped out or slipped off from somewhere and it covered my entire view. The background is inside a church and the focus is on a woman sitting on the pews, facing towards the right where the altar would have been but it's not the picture. She was reading something, and a white book is covering her face so it's unclear. I felt it was supposed to be mom but she looks more like our aunt (who we call "mommy"). --- Notes: - I've been thinking of going home for a while now. - Dad died a little over a year ago. - Our 10-year-old dog died this month.
I slept at 1 AM, and did a WBTB at 5:30, this time with no alarm but naturally. At the moment i was falling asleep i thought i was already asleep, that i was dreaming so i did a reality check and it didn't work, i was just awake and aware but it felt like i was in a dream, i was about to fall asleep. I kept a journal by my side but i wrote some dream fragments, not complete dreams, so i will try to post them as full as i remember them: In my first dream i accorded with my ex-uncle to eat an Asado (a thing which i don't do anymore). He was going to come home but i don't know why like 10 minutes before he came i went out the street to go around in my bike. It results im in front of his house and his door was open, so i honked and he came outside. He told me he was coming. So i went again to my house which probably was 5 blocks away. Then i find myself in the night at my mother's house. I was alone at first, but then my mother appeared. She went to talk to a neighbour of the house of the corner to ask if the house nearby was her house, because my mother didn't recognize it. It was probably like 5 years since she's been there. I didn't wait the reply and i entered the house. The house was located on Cabrera and Paunero of Rio Cuarto, Cordoba but i think it was more north east than that. Anyways i enter and i saw one room with the door open, and a bathroom. To my right i saw another door, and i tried to open it with a key but it looked like a wall, so i couldn't open it. I met 2 girls that were living in the other room, so i thought that actually the house wasn't ours alone, or perhaps that other room was big enough as a house. Then i wrote some non-sense, probably hallucinating between being asleep and awake. Subjects were Argentinean economy and Game of Thrones. Then i had a short dream. I was in a bus with a professor called Girafale, and i was with a notebook or something similar renting pieces of land to dump garbage. There was a lot of garbage in the city and citizens couldn't throw everything away in their space, they would have to wait for the next day's service, but i had like 5 pieces of land where i didn't have any garbage, so i rented those spaces so those citizens could throw away their garbage. I actually was making good profits out of this. Then i wrote some other nonsense. And my last dream was about 10 AM. I dreamt i was learning how to play the song "I used to love her" again on guitar, so i went inside the house. I saw that my family was leaving somewhere for the night. There was a houselady that was cleaning the plant pots. I saw my younger sister getting prepared and she rode a bicycle to the taxi, a purple one. Then all left and i was standing in the backyard alone with the plant pot with earth. So i think i planted something in there. Not weed, but some other cool stuff, probably Coleus Blumei. Then i got up.
I'm standing on a wide staircase that's outside in someone's backyard. I'm standing in the center of it. Above me are a group of people gathering together and I'm sure they are talking about me and laughing at me. A couple members of my family are a part of the group. I'm annoyed but not quite mad enough to yell at them or doing anything about it. I think, “screw them!” I turn around quickly and look below me. At the bottom of the staircase is Hoya. I look down at him and he looks up at me. We both smile widely at each other and while looking at him, I scream at the top of my lungs, “ THREE - TWO - ONE!” He immediately yells back, “NAEKKEO HAJA!” We then run to each other , hugging and laughing as we sing the whole of "Naekkeo Haja" as loud as we can.
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