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Mechanics Realms (NLD) 08.10.2023

I don't know if I was lucid because I would have gone with the plot either way. I was the creator of a video game that is very similar to minecraft creative mode except the voxels are 1 decimeter and there is mechanics that allows for non grid snapped creations that work with physics simulations. The map is an infinite fractal where each voxel just has a color. Players move out from the center and claim voxels that they can then color and manipulate. Most voxels are smooth but you can instead choose to have a little stud which is like a lego stud and the voxels can rotate around them. I think it was called "mechanics realms" or something like that because the physics simulations let you make advanced physical mechanisms like zeplins and such.

When the game started out, the player base was claiming the area immediately around 0,0,0. I could see a map of the players progress sort of like r/pixel. People seemed to like the game but it wasn't catching on right away. This is where I started alternating with another plot line. Outside the game I was one of the friends of the teenage aged kids from Stranger Things. I tried to get them to play the game but they lost interest quickly. Lucas had a big basketball game coming up and I really didn't like some of the players on the other team. They were bullies. Luckily the other team sucked so Lucas won the game.

Back in the game, I added a mechanic similar to the nether in minecraft where there is a plane you can teleport to to travel faster relative to the overworld. When I came back to the overworld I was in a complex and colorful fractal like cave!

Back in the "real" world I tried to tell them about the game while hanging out. I think there was some dialogue but I suck at remembering dialogue. Then I woke up to my alarm.

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

This is a collection of 3 dreams. This is the first attempt I've made to become lucid in several years, and it was successful! But not through the method I was trying.

Sometime before 2:30 AM
I dreamed that I was an official content censor for some kind of fascist regime, but even as an editor of content was victim to extreme regulations. I worked in an open office surrounded by other workers and was encouraged not to move from my post or stop working. I remember trying to move unsuccessfully a few times but only small bits of this dream stayed with me.

2:30-4:45 AM
I dreamed that my school had a 'software hit-list' of things they wanted coded for them (I'm a CS major) and one of these was a more secure meeting method. Someone had coded this and randomly instated me as a moderator because I was a CS major, and I realized that all CS majors were given such honors for reasons unclear (we are not generally known for our people skills, lol). Anyway, I hopped on a bus, the physical representation of this new forum for students of my university. I also decided that if I was a moderator, I'd try to be a good moderator, and make sure nobody was doing anything wrong. So I scoped out the area around me.

Next to me a guy was sitting in a trench coat and sunglasses, and I tried to look past him to see what was on his other side without bothering him. There was just a window, and in the end he did see me trying to look around him and gave me a funny look, so I apologized and looked forwards again. I sorta realized in that moment that I was being stupid trying to moderate just because it was written on my name, and started behaving normally riding the bus again.

It gets a bit fuzzy here, but I recall a friend from high-school being on the bus, and lying in the floor. I woke up again later.

4:45 AM-7:30 AM
And here's the meat, the lucid dream. I woke up, used the restroom (I had drunk a glass of water so that I would wake up in the middle of the night), laid down again, meditated for a few minutes while counting my breaths. When I lost count I rolled on my side and began counting my breaths again, trying to fall asleep. And then I did fall asleep! But not lucid.

I can't remember this dream back all the way, but the first thing I remember was playing baseball with a bunch of kids. I guess I was a kid too, I'm not really sure. At one point, we were playing on an abandoned lot, and the pitcher's mound was in the middle of a partially constructed scaffolding (inconvenient), and I was pitching. Batting was a girl who I went to high-school with who was well known for throwing hissy fits when things didn't go her way (no offense to her, I'm sure she's more adult now, but we were all probably 12 or 13 in this dream...). She was indeed throwing such a hissy fit because I was pitching too fast at her. So I lobbed one slowly to let her have her way.

She immediately smacked it and sent it flying into the scaffolding I was standing in, and I picked it up and tried to turn to look to throw it to first base, but I couldn't see first base. I then turned and saw second base was also obstructed, so I turned some more and threw it to someone who was running up from near third base. Of course, when I threw it to him, he missed it, I felt silly for throwing it too hard, and he turned and ran after it. Within those precious moments, two opposing runners had run up to my scaffolding and were standing at the edge yelling at me. I turned to look at them and hear what they were saying, which was that they were complaining that 1st base was a pit, so they had run to the pitcher's mound instead, and that should count as a home-run.

I'm not sure why I was allowed to decide but I shook my head yes and agreed, and the game was over (I guess they were already ahead). Soon, everyone congregated around the pitcher's mound/scaffolding and we started discussing that playing baseball here sucked (gee whiz). I suggested, from nowhere, that nearby was a series of under-construction houses where nobody lived, that was sure to have some open air nobody was using that we could play. It occurred to me we might accidentally break some windows or something, but I secretly figured we could probably get the heck out of there without getting caught if so (sorry construction workers, I was a kid in this dream, I swear!).

So off we set into this nearby construction area, and me and one other fairly small kid who couldn't have been more than 8 ended up going into a nearby house, and walking around inside, because nobody was there to stop us. As we were walking around looking I suddenly made a joking comment that the house was so empty, it almost seemed like a dream...

And the saying of such a thing is one of my well-known triggers (anytime something seems like a dream in real life, I tend to reality check reflexively just as a habit because I have said it in dreams many times and woke up frustrated I didn't become lucid). I reached up and plugged my nose and blew air through, and found I could breathe. Ta-da! My first night back at lucid dreaming a success, I felt pretty proud of myself and thought back to posting on Dreamviews the night before. I remembered reading an article about lucid dreaming to hype myself up and them talking about how realistic your hands are, so I looked down at them.

Then I set out after my small friend who was with me, and told him I was having a lucid dream! He looked at me like there was a giant spider on my head and began fast-walking away, so I walked after him saying, "No, really, look!" and tried to summon a baseball from thin air to show him. I tried several times, but my dream control has always been a bit wonky, and I couldn't get it to happen. I tried looking away from my hands and looking back. I tried closing my eyes and thinking "BASEBALL" (lol) and opening them and looking back, and nothing. Soon me and the kid were outside of the house standing in the grass, and I still didn't have a baseball. He looked pretty skeptical, and I suddenly feared me losing my lucidity to this goal of getting a baseball, so I said, "aw nevermind," and walked away from him.

Still marveling at all the weird wrinkly detail of my palms, I walked off towards the nearby woods. As I was walking along, the whole group of children I had been playing baseball with came to where we were and began asking if I had found a place to play baseball. I told them I wasn't looking anymore, really, but they could probably play somewhere near here if they still wanted to. They set off into the woods also (for some reason) so I followed them nearby, but quickly got distracted by a humongous ravine going down hundreds of feet, and instantly was taken with doing what I always do in lucid dreams: jumping off stuff and trying to fly.

I jumped off the edge into this enormous canyon and hovered my way down with my arms out, but as I stuck my arms out I was suddenly bothered by the feeling of my sheet on my bed (lol) and the feeling that it was like a wall blocking me from sticking my arm out all the way. This bothered me and also again, worried me I was waking up, so I pulled my arms in-front of me in more of a Superman position instead. I alighted down on a giant metal tower, crawling with futuristic soldiers.

My lucidity started to degrade a little here. I was no longer doing anything I wanted but getting sucked into the current of the dream, while aware I was dreaming somewhat.

These soldiers all began shooting at me, and, aware that I was dreaming, I stood my ground to see what they were shooting. As if in slow-motion, the shots came as a multitude of lasers, followed by a few canisters that looked like grenades. I started smacking these canisters back, and hitting various things on top of the tower and destroying them, eventually succeeding in knocking the soldiers off the tower I was on. Then a large docking bay door opened on the side of the canyon and I was being shot at once again. I once again tried hitting or grabbing and throwing the canisters, but they were far too far away (easily 100 meters). I settled on another plan, which was to forcefully punch parts of the tower towards that loading bay (ambitious).

And of course, as with my dream control, I punched them so lightly they simply limply fell off the tower. I tried harder, and harder, and soon was greeted with a (phony) percentage number indicating my percentage of full power that I was using (which I took for a real measurement, hence why I marked this lowered lucidity). I could only get this number to around 20%, which launched the things I was hitting a decent ways but not quite there. I heard someone call me a fool, and looked to my left to find, who else: Darth Vader, sitting in a chair.

I don't even really like Star Wars which makes this stranger, but anyway, he told me that I would never summon my full control in such a way. Suddenly finding myself curious at what he had to say, I think my lucidity started to come back up here.

I figured, who worse to steer me wrong than Darth Vader in a dream. But at the same time, maybe he would say something useful, so I urged him to continue and sat down next to him. He spoke cliches, telling me that I should 'let my emotions rule me,' and 'use my anger to summon my full power'. I nodded amicably and then noticed that I was now sitting beside him in a flying vehicle. In an act of defiance towards Mr. Vader but also in the interest of trying what he said, I screamed at the top of my lungs (haha) while grabbing the side of the car and pushing, and surely enough, I ripped off the entire right side of the car and part of the roof, and dropped it as we flew along. He didn't really say anything-- he didn't seem threatened but rather like I was acting like a child, and I felt mildly embarrassed (again, haha).

We soon rolled up at a small garage that I felt I recognized from another dream, and I simultaneously felt the dream was coming to an end. It was as if this was a final destination for me, and I could tell this by looking at it. I don't recall what the sign said fully, but I do recall it used a nickname of mine people have given me ("Loaf" a missaying of Life), and I looked around and at Darth Vader again. He didn't have much else to say, so I thanked him for his advice and said maybe I'd use it again later. Then I hopped out of the car and walked up to the shack, and as I was in the process of doing so...

My eyes opened and I hopped out of bed to get my coffee and write up this journal!

I've got the flu atm, and I dreamt a whole bunch of short, disconnected dream fragments over a cycle of falling asleep and waking again. I remembered 4 of them. I remembered a 5th at some point, but alas I forgot it after falling asleep again.

In the first, I was heading towards an airport because I had to catch a plane. There was an apparently short route on the left and an apparently long route on the right. I took the short route, but that led to the back side of the airport. I talked to some people to ask for directions, and they sent me on some way which I discovered I would've ended up on much quicker if I just took the "long" route. I'm not sure what made me think the right route was the long one. I did catch my plane just in time! Inside of plane it looked more like the interior of a submarine, however.

In the second, I was working on my software project with my colleague. He turned around to talk to me, and pointed to the sky. In the sky I saw the structure of my project, and he pointed to a problematic part in it. He asked if our project was supposed to support smart contracts or not (even though in real life it has nothing to do with cryptocurrency or smart contracts). I told him that my original designs of the system was supposed to support smart contracts, but it's not terrible if we ended up going for a simpler and more limited solution. He said "good, let's go for the simple solution then. we're running short on time, and if we don't finish the project, we'll fail the exam". (Somehow, the whole thing switched from working on a project for my job to working on a project for a college exam.) I suddenly started to feel stressed because I remembered that I had exams to do, and I hadn't studied anything, I only focused on the project, and I'm barely even managing to finish that. I tried to enumerate all the subjects I had to study for in my head. For each subject I remembered, I got stressier, because I wasn't prepared for any exams at all. Luckily the dream was over before the exams started.

In the third dream, I was sitting in the living room of another family as a guest. They had 2 tvs. One tv was on the "MTV" channel, where the highest bidder can promote their music to popularize it. Next to that tv was another channel, called "Payback TV". This channel took all the music and programs that were cancelled from MTV, and rebroadcasted them there. I was interested in neither channel, so I went to check out the garage. In the garage there was a bunch of trash, and in the pile was a 3rd functional tv that was on another channel called "Trash TV". It turns out that if a program stayed on Payback TV for more than 6 months, it got cancelled from Payback TV too, and continued on to looping on Trash TV forever. The Trash TV screen was black-and-white. It was playing music videos from a very obscure band that I'm a fan of. I was more interested in that, so I watched Trash TV in the garage instead. At some point I felt like I needed to pee and took a piss in the trash pile. Then I awoke, feeling that I need to pee in real life, glad that I didn't accidentally wet my bed!

After the toilet break I fell asleep one more time. In this dream I was looking for a solution to a caching problem in my project for work. A solution had been proposed to archive every page as a static html, rather than rendering it anew every time it's visited. However, there was a problem that the application I'm making is a very context-sensitive - the system behind the user permissions is very complex. So each user basically gets to see a different view of the page. I imagined every possible variable in the context as a dimension in a multidimensional grid. I imaged a process running constantly in the background, trying to fill all the cells in the grid with caches, evaluating a priority function to decide the next cell to cache. I imagined cache invalidation as the clearing of a whole row in either dimension. The background process tried to catch up with the cache invalidation as fast as it could. As I imagined this visually, it turned from an idea into a video game. The player is the cache and tries to fill all the cells, while the difficulty lies in the computer frequently clearing rows of the grid. Since it was simply a grid of coloured squares, the game looked like an Atari 2600 game. It was a very annoying game to play.

This dream kinda went all over the place...

The earliest part I remember was that I was programming a video game, but I was at the very beginning of development. Instead of seeing code, my work was visualized as a physical construction I was floating around in. The program was in such early stages that the construction was just sort of a skeleton made of copper wire and fragile cardboard. I was stuck thinking on some problem, something very technical, like a threading issue. I got kinda lost in my thoughts there and felt stuck and a little frustrated.

Some time later, I was playing a video game, presumably my own game in a later stage. It looked like Zelda: Breath of the Wild, but Link's hat was alive, like Cappy from Super Mario Odyssey. I went to a dungeon. The dungeon was like a grid of very large and empty rooms.

One of the rooms contained a guy with some sort of a "bonus shop" or whatever (that's what his stand said). I paid him 10 rupees and the room got filled with a puzzle minigame. It was strangely easy and I completed it in like 5 seconds. The guy gave some golden reward item, the item that I went into the dungeon for. Then however, Cappy warned me that he was a scammer, and he gave me fool's gold. I searched for another room, and there I found the REAL bonus shop. Now this guy asked 300 rupees and it was a hard minigame. He gave me the true reward. I guess there's no free lunch in life...

As I was trying to look for the exit, I came across another room, and this room has a cute black prostitute in it. My dream went quite into detail for this part, but I guess I won't go into that much detail in my DJ entry... well, let's just say I spent some more rupees and my HP got refilled.

Then I found the exit. Since I found the item, I could now complete the quest. I brought the item to some sort of a shrine. Cappy got a little sad and said goodbye forever to "the old link". Link came out of the shrine, and his gender changed! It's like Link changed into Zelda but it was the same person. Then the game continued as female Link. This part also felt oddly sexual.

Then I was in some platforming part where I had to climb up some platforms in a jungle-ish area. When I finally got to the top, I found a box. Inside the box was my cat, together with 3 colored packets of wet food and a manual, as if she was a boxed market commodity. I read the manual and it said "Please feed the cat. Open the 3 packets and let her smell them. Figure out which one she likes the most. Then feed her that packet". But I ignored that manual because I know of my cat that she doesn't care what food she gets, so I just gave her one of the packets and she ate it. This is where the dream ended.

Didn't realize that it's almost the deadline in Eastern time. Let me write these out really quickly. I have been visiting my parents and also recovering from the effects of finals, so my sleep has been very deep lately. As a result, I haven't had lucidity these last few nights :/ Oh well. It's a work in progress and I can't give up, right? At least I have been sleeping 8 hours a night, which feels AMAZING. But tonight I will be getting around 7 because I have a super early plane flight.

Dreams from April 28-29:
- Some lady I know (can't remember who) was telling me that Britney Spears was in a romantic relationship with another woman. She was living the boring life of a housewife. I accidentally rubbed against her while I was flying (I have NO IDEA what this means, but it was in my note about my dream that I wrote in the middle of the night), and I realized the lady (Britney Spears' significant other) was actually the lady I was talking to.

- I had to take a test in band for some reason (my band class doesn't have tests). It was really hard because the pictures and the notes kept changing. Normally this would've clued me in to the fact that I was dreaming, but my sleep was too deep.

- I was no longer first on the waiting list for Technical Communication. Someone had changed the time, professor, and waiting list -- I was like 4th or 5th instead of 1st (which I am in the waking world). I was livid.

April 29th-30th:
- A tornado occurred from different types of winds meeting.
- I talked to one of my friends about the programming lab we were working on, and how long it took for me to code portions of it.

...And that's it. 5 dream fragments = 2.5 points.

I was in the lunchroom with my friend, when I realized that it wasn't time for lunch. Missed the oportunity to become lucid, instead rushed to my third period class, programming. The room was different from the usual setup, this time it was narrow and rectangular, with all of the computers in the center in one long row. I sat down in my seat. My teacher told us that today were going to make "pinkie pie pony programs."

Continued from: Dreams change - A stay at an ice hotel on another world - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

I can hear voices. They are very gentle voices whispering unknown names.
I feel like I'm floating.
Am I in SP? Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming within the dream?
I try to open my eyes but I can't.
I can't feel my eyes, in fact, I can't feel my body at all.
But I remain calm, I'm not worried at all.
I like the whispering voices, they are so calm.

Once of the voices gradually becomes louder:

"Wake up sleepy head!"

Huh? what? My eyes finally open.
Yuya is leaning over me.

"You weren't kidding when you told me you were a deep sleeper."
"How late is it? It feels way too early to get up."
"Does it matter? You do realize that you're technically asleep anyways yes?"

Huh? ... oh... OH!

I get our of bed.

"I forgot."
"Of course... don't forget to breathe. "

I don't get that she's making fun of me at first, and think about whether I have to breathe or not.
As soon as I get out of bed I realize how cold it still is.
I realize that I'm still in the same bedroom as before, but the thought is very vague and in the back of my head.

I start rubbing my hands instinctively.

"Cold?"
"No... I'm... stabilizing?"
"Does the dream seem unstable to you?"

I can literally feel everything.

"No."
"Then stop rubbing your hands and let's do something productive, alright? "
"Yes... how about we go somewhere... a bit less cold?"
"It's an interesting experience for sure, but I think I've had enough of it."
"Haha, alright, let's go to the other side of the planet, I think you're gonna prefer it over there."

She does the bubble teleport trick again. I have no idea how it works, but it is very quick.

We end up in a new location. It feels a bit dark at first, but my eyes quickly adapt.
In fact I very quickly acquire the surreal version I've experienced quite a few times in my dreams.
The landscape looks amazing!



Everything is sort of dark, yet anything that emits light is so colorful and bright.
The contrast between things is extreme.

"There's a small village right over there."

We're walking towards it slowly, I'm in no hurry.
I really enjoy just being here. Everything is so beautiful,
the temperature is just right, and there's a nice breeze of fresh air.

I take a closer look at Yuya as we walk along this path, discussing random things.
My vision is so good, I can see the pores on her skin.
She's so beautiful...

"Are you staring?"
"Err... it's... for science!"
"Haha... you monster. "

The portal reference amuses me.

We have to cross a bridge before entering.
There's a few funny looking animals floating in the sky above the bridge.
They all look like they belong in the sea rather than the sky, but they're interesting to look at nevertheless.



Everything is so colorful. I really love it when I have this surreal vision.
I should focus on it more often.

We finally enter the village.
It is inhabited by humanoids.
I've met their kind before, they're very similar to humans, except they are in some kind of symbiosis with plants.
You can see it very clearly if you look at their hair, because it's intermixed with plants growing out of their heads.
It looks kinda cool. Some of them also have wings.



We sit down at a bar out in the open. It's a really nice evening.
I suddenly realize that even though I'm always intrigued and amazed by these alien creatures,
I never actually talk to them.
It's time to change that.
There's a women sitting with us at the bar, why not talk to her?

"Hey, I'm Hyu, nice to meet you!"

Well, that might have been a bit formal.
She looks at me curiously.

"Hey! What species are you?"
"I'm human."
"Ooh, interesting! Spirit or dreamer?"
"I'm dreaming."

Oh wait, that's right. I AM dreaming.
Well, I guess I haven't really forgotten, I just haven't thought about it for some time.

"So, what do you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"In waking life, what do you do?"
"I err..."

Yuya looks at me funny.

"He's programming computer games."
"Oh, what's that?"

I'm not sure how to explain, but I can feel Yuya's thoughts,
which make it quite clear that all 3 of us could simply share our thoughts and
my explanations would make perfect sense.

So I proceed to explain what computer games are, and what programming them involves.
I'm really surprised by how well she understands everything, she is super excited to hear
about virtual games from another world.
Yuya becomes rather interested as well and we end up discussing what I am currently working on.

I talk about quadtree terrain, tesselation, atmospheric scattering, all sorts of things,
and everything makes perfect sense to them.
Even though I find some of the topics rather difficult, because they're rather new to me,
I am able to explain everything perfectly.
This is a lot more difficult in waking life.
Explaining what a quadtree is, and why it's useful for terrain is usually enough to fuck with people's minds.

Yuya and the other girl keep asking questions about computer games.
I try to show both of them a few games by projecting memories of playing them into their minds.
I end up showing them a few images from Portal, and they find the game concept amazing.
Logic puzzles seem to be very popular in the dream world.

After some time I feel the dream drifting away.
That's really unfortunate, I'm enjoying myself a lot.
I can't seem to prevent it by willpower though, and I'd feel stupid spinning around.

"Aww... I'm waking up..."

The words don't really leave my mouth, they just echo in my mind.
I wake up...

It's only after a few seconds that I realize how long this dream lasted.
My mind must be playing tricks on me, because combined with the last dream,
this felt like it lasted for at least half a day easily.

This is where you will come to learn C for the programming team!
The course is outlined as follows:

Code:

Lesson 1: Introduction to Programming
Lesson 2: Variables and expressions
Lesson 3: Loops and conditionals
Lesson 4: Functional Decomposition
Lesson 5: User Input
Lesson 6: Data Types
Lesson 7: Arrays
Lesson 8: Linked Lists
Lesson 9: Stacks & Queues
Lesson 10: Recursion
Lesson 11: Vectors & Matrices
Lesson 12: Introduction to Graphics with SDL

Completed lessons
Lessons in progress...
Lessons not yet begun

I will also most likely be creating some short little assignments for each section so check
regularly. The first lesson will be posted when I have time.
Thankyou for your interesting in the Lucid video game idea!

I am at my house and my Dad is apparently running some sort of lemonade stand, but
there's no stand. He has this lemonade but he has very poor business skills. He knows
all about Sales / Supply & Demand, but he doesn't have a good relationship with his
customers. He tends to fight with them a lot. We are on the roof of my house for some
reason and we have a black tarp over the front lip where we are sitting. We are working
on something when my dad asks if I am able to get down from this height. I look, It is
a decent fall but not too far so I say yes. I jump down and fall promptly to the ground and
land gracefully. In real life, I probably would have hurt myself. I go into the garage and
start talking to a friend about my dad's customer relation issues and come up with the idea
that I should start a better "company". Somehow, computer programming plays into it and
we talk about that for a while. For some reason, I'm a better programmer ( not true in
waking life ) and the friend asks me a questions like "Do you know Emacs Lisp?" Or something
like that. I tell him I do not, but I'm going to learn it. By this time we are in a huge warehouse-
like place. Almost like an aircraft hangar. The dream ends.

Note: The rest of the night was filled with fragmented non-lucid dreams which I will post here, partially to get me back in the habit of posting in my journal regularly. After missing so long it would be easy to get lazy…

I was with Tigress at a couple of desktop computers, I was working on one of the computers and Tigress was working on the other. I was designing a video game, it was a 3D space game that looked like it had similarities to both Star Wars and Star Trek. The graphics looked awesome. The part I was testing involved the ship coming around a planet into range of a target, the targeting system on the screen looked really cool and high tech, and I was doing this over and over again as I tried to time a certain feature just right. Tigress was saying that feature wasn't really that important when I finally got it right…

I was inside an arcade in a casino, the casino was so huge that there was a small city actually inside it. I was playing the game I had been developing in the previous dream, but I was running out of quarters, so I needed more. I kept a few quarters out and figured that with my programming knowledge it would be no problem for me to hack into one of the electronic slot machines and make it give me a big payout without anyone noticing…

My mom and I were putting a new screen on my window. The old screen had been damaged quite a while ago, this is also true IWL. So I went and got the screen and brought it back. After fighting with it for a while, my mom and I finally got it placed back in the frame… only to see it was the wrong one. We had just put the busted screen back in the window, which did absolutely no good. My mom was annoyed that I had brought the wrong screen, I kept asking her why she had even bothered to keep the old screen…

I have apparently been playing too much Farmville, as now I was sorting a bunch of miniature animals in my own house. I was putting a bunch of cows and calves in my mom's room, a bunch of goats in the living room, foals and horses in the kitchen, and all the felines in my own room. There were just a couple of problems. My mom was complaining about the manure all over the place, the wild cat cubs in my bedroom were chasing the kitty cats, and I was trying to figure out where to put the fish… even though there are no fish in Farmville…

I was in my car driving down a street near my house, it is a long two lane street through a desert area with a few gentle hills and no houses around. It was mostly the same in the dream as IWL, but there were more trees in the dream version. I was driving very fast, and I had classical music blasting out of the speakers, I don't know what composer since I am not too knowledgeable about classical composers. But I liked it. MoSh was sitting in the passenger seat, he was clutching the sides of his seat and seemed to think I was insane for driving so fast. I had the idea I was taking MoSh back to my house, and that it was urgent for me to get him there quickly…

I was in my living room with Tigress, I was on the couch with my laptop and Tigress was behind the couch looking over my shoulder as I worked on the computer. She was telling me about an idea she had for the game I was currently working on, it was a platformer, and it looked pretty cool. It was a futuristic looking setting in the game and Tigress was describing how she thought the next level should go…

I was in my bedroom, but it was quite a bit bigger than it is IWL. There were quite a few musical instruments in there as well, all hooked up to some pretty cool looking speakers. MoSh was there with me, he was playing a guitar. I wanted to learn to play the guitar, I really wanted to try playing it for a bit and see if I could get any decent sound out of it. I told MoSh I wanted to try it, he said sure, but he wanted to try something on it first. He played it for a bit longer, playing something I didn't recognize but I definitely liked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to play after that, but it didn't matter, since that's where the memories end.