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Sunday Night, 5/3/20

Dreamt that I ended up in the ER due to some serious respiratory issues. They gave me a bed right next to a couple people infected with coronavirus. They looked like they could be dying from it. I asked the nurse if it was safe for me to be in the same room, especially in my weakened state. She told me it was fine and that "They're six feet apart!". I wasn't reassured, especially since it was more like two feet. Is this even a real hospital? I wondered. This isn't the right procedure. I then noticed there was no medical equipment anywhere, just cots. I laid there, fading in and out of consciousness, wondering if this was where I would die. At some point I found the strength to escape from the place when no one was looking.

An involved plot followed where I got captured by a sociopathic serial killer in an abandoned industrial building. I managed to hold him down at one point but worried I wouldn't be able to maintain control of the situation until the police arrived. I don't think I did. The police did arrive, however. Three cops entered the building. I switched to the partial perspective of the lead detective, an older man close to retirement age. He/I instructed the others to split off and make a little noise to fake out the serial killer so he thought we were all approaching from a different side. Meanwhile I went off a different way as quietly as I could. The surprise ambush didn't work. The killer was holding a gun to the hostage, who was now actually a cat instead of a person. He gave me the ultimatum of taking a shot to the head to save the cat's life. I got the information that this cop was depressed and felt empty without his work to look forward to. He/I took the deal and for some reason I knew that the killer would adhere to the bargain... because he was just that particular brand of crazy.

I somehow survived after taking four gunshots to the head. I was not in great shape, however, and knew I needed to seek medical attention. I staggered out of the building and into the forest at night, making my way down the path. I gradually became myself again. I came to a short, rustic stairway with a wooden railing. Around that area I noticed a few swarms of flies. I stopped and stared for a while from a distance. I wondered about what type of flies they might be and why they were swarming here. I crept closer to get a better look and discovered that there was a dead crow laying on its back and that's what had drawn the flies to the area. I stared at the crow for a few moments, then I stepped past it and continued a short distance along the path until I reached the edge of a college campus. The Narrator spoke, telling me that I was going to be alright. I turned my face to the sky as dawn was approaching and lifted up into the air, drifting above the campus. The Narrator gave me instructions on which direction to travel. It seemed odd to me that I was flying but I reasoned that I must be in some sort of virtual reality simulation. Yes, that's it, that's why I heard a voice. I figured.

Spoiler for Additional Notes:

The first part of the dream is likely at least partially a result of the shelter in place in waking life, although I hadn't been giving much attention to fears of getting sick, at least not on a conscious level. The serial killer was likely a result of watching a short documentary on a sociopath the day before. For me the end of the dream stood out the most: seeing the dead crow felt meaningful in some way, as did deciding to just walk past it and flying at dawn. Between the Narrator being present and the realization I could fly, this seemed like another almost lucid. Unfortunately my mind rationalized it away instead of questioning it further.

Morning of October 25, 2018. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,938-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 83.



In late morning, I find myself in a big barn (in an unknown location) that serves as a recording studio for the Beatles. There is much sound equipment on hay bales and the barn floor, such as big amplifiers and mixing consoles, but I do not see any musical instruments. There are a few unfamiliar men present, one being a producer, another, a sound engineer.

While a man is checking a track, there is an unusual drum fill where the snare audio reverses at least twice. The man is puzzled and asks Paul McCartney what that was, but he does not reply. A different “drum fill” is heard, but it turns out to be someone knocking on the barn door. (This scene is ambiguous for two reasons, one, a door knock would not have reverse audio and two, the sound came from the equipment.)

A man comes in with a tiger that belongs to John Lennon’s wife (Cynthia Powell). He pets it for a short time. There is no sense of danger.

Later, there is an unknown man with a Bainbridge livestock prod. He taps the tiger with it on the rump, and John and the man with the tiger slowly leave the barn. They seem cheerful. Next, the man uses the prod on some farm animals. He touches the rump of a horse with it to get it to move to the corner of the barn. The horse seems annoyed but goes where the man wants him to go.

I do not see any of the Beatles at this point and decide to leave the barn. I go around to the back and see a young version of Zsuzsanna, who is about eight years old. However, my real-life identity is not extant in this dream, and so my dream self does not recall who she is. There is a cage adjacent to the back of the barn. There are at least three brown-mantled tamarins in the cage, a mother and two babies. Zsuzsanna is sitting on the ground watching them. She does not speak. I hold the paw of the mother tamarin, stroking the fur on the back of its “hand.” It seems tame.

Later, I get up and go back into the barn, which is now empty and full of hundreds of flies that start buzzing in my face. The air is thick with them, and they are loud. I soon decide to leave the barn and slowly wake after I walk back out. As I wake, I realize that the illusion of the flies was a distortion of the sound of the fan and its air on my face (from the foot of the bed).

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Two other dreams came before this, one of sending many DVDs over time to a member of the dream journal website (a long-term male poster). The other related to capturing each instrument from the Beatles’ “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!” to use virtual versions (mostly on keyboards) for a live cover.

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Morning of December 24, 2014. Wednesday.



My family and I are living in an unknown location which at one point is similar to the house on Stadcor Street but mirror-imaged, yet later seems to be more like the Loomis Street house in the next segment. There is a part where we had apparently been growing beans near the back porch. There is a concern that not all of them had been used in meals. There are seemingly only a few big pods left, but they seem a bit damaged and “too old” and weathered for usage in a proper meal. However, there is also a clearer thought of soon having a lot more bean plants (of different types) growing in the yard (as they are easy to grow).



At one point, my brother Jim appears. I am aware that he had died (in real life, though I am not fully lucid) yet I still approach him cheerfully. At first though, there is an idea that it may be someone else walking away from our house (though I do not recall any prior scene involving him). He appears to be only in his thirties and seems happy when he turns around to see me. He has several old books on computers as well as at least one book about postage stamps (which is mostly about identifying old and rare stamps, it seems). I talk to him about how much computer technology has changed. However, I say a couple things that are not actually true. I say how hard drives are no longer formatted by the end user, but of course in reality they sometimes still are. I also say how directories (folders) are no longer used, which is also not really true. Intending to look through one of the computer books, I instead find myself looking through the book about stamps and mostly notice images of very old stamps (about three or four larger images per page) that each are of mostly one color and are Iranian in appearance - seemingly from the late 1880s and such, but there are a lot of fictional horizontally rectangular ones, including many with mostly just calligraphy art in simple patterns. The overall detail in this part of my dream is very well-rendered. I still find it interesting how the mind can create such precise imagery without distortion.



At one point near the last section of my dream, it seems there is a medical problem present within my family. I also eventually have similar symptoms of speckles of blood in a few locations on my arms and stomach. It turns out to have been caused by a larger swarm of drain flies (a bit bigger than in reality, but not by much), which come in through an open window through the back of the house (the laundry window, in fact). One gets me on the left arm near my elbow. I am annoyed at this point, but actually feel better about the “explanation” of the earlier in-dream symptoms - which are not really related to an internal problem (or the body’s organs or systems) as was originally worriedly thought. In reality, I have rarely seen this type of fly, and they do not actually bite as far as I know (thus apparently do not cause illness at least according to some sources). Also in reality my in-dream concern likely only relates to heat rash, as this is the hottest part of the year in Australia, though it could also be a typical play on “time flies” and time “down the drain” (relative to how quickly the holidays come and go - though I do not really have present negative associations with holidays).

I am in a hospital and i have a very bad cough i am also struggling to breathe and it feels awfull. I am standing up and have to lean over as i start coughing prefusely, i can't get my breath and my chest feels so tight. I begin to dribble as i cough and to be fair i couldnt give a shit who see's me dribbling and spitting A nurse comes over to me and says "here use this" she puts an oxygen mask on my face and i feel like i can breathe again, she says "it's an inhaler, it will help!" I feel alot better and she takes the mask from me and tells me to go and get a shower before going to bed, she then leaves. I walk forward and i see a big room infront of me it's like a hospital ward. I look to my right and a little behind me and there is a small room, i see a shower cubicle and it has a red triangular bar next to it like something for an elderly or disabled person to hold onto. I look again in the ward, double checking to see if there are anymore showers but i can't see any. I turn back to look for the nurse behind me and she is standing there watching me, I point to the shower cubicle and say "that one there?" she says "yes" while nodding her head and smiling to me. I walk towards the cubicle ((dream skip)) I am in a place like a massive empty room, there is only 1 bed in here and it is placed up against the wall. I am sitting up in bed and have the blankets over me, it's a grey blanket, a nurse is sitting on the bed with me, she is wearing normal clothes, she is really friendly and i remember feeling a closeness to her, like she was very motherly towards me and very caring towards me. I felt as if i knew her. We are talking and i feel a little poorly again and seem to be struggling a little again with my breathing, she tells me to take the inhaler again but says " next time you need it i can't give it to you because we aren't allowed inhalers in this hospital" In my dream I am my daughters sister and i say something about her boyfriend, the nurse says something which i can't remember but she thinks my daughters boyfriend is my boyfriend, I am shocked at this and say " he's not my boyfriend he's L's" As i am talking to the nurse i see a few tiny flies on my bed, the nurse looks and says "where have these come from?" i say " i don't know" She carries on talking to me and i begin to see more of the flies appear, i look at the nurse and i see 1 running around really quickly in the middle of her fore head and i think "can't she feel that?" I shout out to her "ON YOUR HEAD!!!" She flaps about and gets off the bed trying to shake them off her. I panick and think " i have to get out of the bed, there are probably loads of them in here crawling about on me!" I pull the covers off me which are covered with flies and i see flies running all over my legs.. I have blue leggins on and they are covered in these tiny little fly things, i jump up and shake and furiously shake them off me, suddenly i am covered with them again ((at this point i actually wonder to myself how this is possible)) i again wipe them all off me. A male doctor comes to me and says something to me about having to move to another hospital, then i wake up.

Dream 2

I am in the bus station and i'm wandering what bus to catch. I see the bus that i need and get on it, it's packed. ((everytime i get on a bus in my dreams it's always packed)) I am sitting at the front of the bus, i am talking to an elderly gentleman and a younger person. Our bus is waiting to go but there is another bus infront of us, our bus pulls up close to the other bus so that the front of ours touches the back of the one infront, I think to myself "I dont like being this close" The bus infront has to quickly reverse for some reason, our bus then reverses, I wandering whats going on and know that there is a panick for some reason. As we reverse the bus infront of us reverses and comes to rest at the left of our bus. I look forward to see whats going on and i can see a fork lift truck, it's facing the front of the other bus and it's fork's are lifted into the air just a little higher than their heads. I look across to the driver of the other bus and he looks at me as if to say "PHEW, THAT WAS CLOSE!!", i nod my head to him and say, "you were really lucky then, that could have gone through your heads and made a right mess!! lol..then i wake up

I was outdoor. It all were a little bit creepy, with the bees and flies, flying around everywhere. But i desided to go out anyway... In the garden, bees had created a sculptur of a great bee. Now were the bees and flies flying after me, so i desided to go inside... I ran the fastest i could, and was in the house before it was to late. In the house i saw a strange girl. I think she had black hair and big eyes, not enourmous, and her eyes changed often from blue to orange... And i can't remember what happened next... But i can't remember me talking to her, i had never met a DC like her. She was a bit creepy and like a person in real life at the same time...

Some Fragments:

My ex keeps putting my bed covers over top of his BBQ, covering the meat he is cooking there. I keep telling him to stop, but he doesn't, saying that he likes the smokey flavour he gets when he uses my bed covers as a lid

Owen is visiting and we're trying to figure out what would be the best job for him. I am looking in his online profile to get some ideas, but I feel like I'm trespassing or snooping.

My son is sat at a large table with all kinds of fruit and veg on it. We are testing each to find out which he likes.

Flies in my Nose!

I have a sickness of the eyes and I can't seem to focus properly. Blurry, I go up to the doctor and they tell me it will be expelled soon. I sit down in a dentist like chair, or rather, I lay back, as they turn on a big overhead light. I ask them what it means that 'it will be expelled soon' and they tell me that 'it' is an insect that is in my nasal cavity. Sure enough, one tiny fly like creature comes out of my nose in a stream of liquid, then another. I am told that this happened because of the cubed tobacco I have been eating. I think of where I got it, and I see Teddy from Gray's anatomy eating it too. I picked up the habit from being around her, I rationalize.
The doctors collect the flies to send to pathology.

I have had a similar dream that has occured 3 times now in the past 2 months that I can remember. The first 2 dreams of this kind happened within the same month. The 3rd one happened just last week. In all 3 dreams there was a spider web and a spider. The first dream there was a fly that kept flying into the web and I kept telling it No! Stay away from the web & stop flying into it...but the fly didn't listen. I woke up as I saw the spider crawling to the fly. The 2nd dream involved a butterfly that was stuck to the web and couldn't get away. I watched as the spider attacked the butterfly and ate it. The most recent and 3rd dream involved a small bird, maybe a sparrow, that kept flying into the web similar to the first dream.

I have a bee and a fly doing something for me. Every time I give them some sort of signal, they fly into my cage which is outside my old house. The cage is made of a net. It seems to be suspended in the air. It is dark outside and I can't see anything out.