Dreamlog

The Reservoir:
I'm at my Grandma's current home in the basement with my niece. She wants to show me "the reservoir".
I have no idea what she means, but she is gesturing toward a small crawlspace door on the wall. I follow her through.
Feeling is definitely creepy in here. A ladder leads deep down below the house.
When we get to the bottom, it resembles the basement we just left, but darker and more decrepit.
Over in the living area, there are some wizards having an argument.
Each of them has a staff with a jewel of a unique element (Fire, Ice, Electricity).
There is a sort of alert, and everybody has to hide.
I stay out, and try to get stock of the situation.
The situation resolves, and I try to indicate to a group hiding nearby in alcove that the coast is clear.

The Zoomies:
I'm at my friend D's apartment. He is holding a large chonker of a cat, and is about to weigh it on a scale.
He has a boyfriend that walks out of their bedroom. I don't recognize him, but I'm happy for D.
I smell something like a fish smell.
...
I'm at a Coney Island diner with some people.
We're talking about how times have changed, how the last generation "had it simpler."
There is some discussion about time-travel.
I ask my brother nearby if he can smell fish on my breath.
He says that it smells fine.
...
I'm at my current home with my girlfriend. We're cleaning up the house.
Parts of the house are torn apart, with walls revealed that generally are covered up by furniture.
There is some discussion about a concert with my friend M.
...
I'm in the front driveway area, but there is an overhang with a carport.
I'm surprised to see that my Grandma P is coming to visit.
She's parked in a large SUV and waiting for me to come say hi.
But when I approach, her and the car are gone. Her voice is now coming out of a PA system connected to the carport.
She directs me to pickup a nearby hose, and try to control the jet setting on it with my mind.
I successfully do this, controlling the water flow.
...
I'm at a park on a sunny day. There is a field of grass and several small ponds up ahead.
We have a golden retriever/australian shepherd that looks about a year old.
It is running around so fast that it makes airplane-like noises as it passes us.
The grass deforms strangely as the dog moves over it.
For some reason, I make the estimate that it is running around 30MPH.
I worry that the dog will go into one of the ponds and get dirty.
So naturally, it does. The dog is now covered in mud and looks excited about it.


Big Fast! Much Zoom!

Wanting Flight:
I'm in a house structured like the standard Alliance floor-plan from World of Warcraft.
If you know the game, think the two-floor homes in Moonbrook, except well-maintained.
It is day-time. There is a super-hero dead facedown in the yard. He has feathers and I surmise that he had bird-powers.
I'm taking the body upstairs, and I'm trying not to be seen.
At some point while traveling up the stairs, the body transforms, leaving only the outfit.
I may have been trying to steal the hero's powers.

Manuevering:
I'm at my childhood home. My Dad is on the phone with the water company, working out bills.
He might have been trying to negotiate a better rate.
...
I'm upstairs with my niece, B, and she is smaller than she is in waking life.
We're in my brother and I's room, rifling through a set of drawers near the front of the room.
I'm worried that B will find age-inappropriate stuff in the drawer, and she does.
I quickly hide the stuff, and try to draw her attention elsewhere.
...
I'm up by the upstairs bathroom with my Uncle J. He is holding what looks like a document from waking life work.
He's trying to talk down to me, as if he knows it better than I do (he does not).
I try to let him down easy, not keen on allowing him to act this way, but also not wanting to hurt him.
...
My Grandma and my Mom are in the living room.
I'm on my way out of the house.
I've left, but forgotten something.
I go back and they give me a drinkable yogurt.

Push and Pull:

I'm pondering whether to ask SB to marry me, and I decide to just go for it.
...
I'm at an outdoor party. I've just asked SB to marry me.
She said yes and is very excited.
Even afterward I'm still wondering if I made the right decision.
...
Later I'm with my Grandma P.
I'm showing her a song that I think should be the first dance song.
There's a music video, with some men on a subway pushing art on a cart.

Went to bed around 11:00PM. Used a sleepmask for the first time.

Wisdom Teeth
I'm at the dentist's office. The dentist reminds me of Butch Hartman.
He's talking about how he has lost a pen.
I talk about how there should be more colors than red/blue.
I have impression I am here because I'm to have my wisdom teeth finally taken out.
Recalled from earlier in the night.

Fragment
I'm in a city, its day-time. I'm in an alley somewhere.
Recalled from earlier in the night.

Visiting Grandmas
I'm standing outside a small home, it's night-time. There are some fairy-lights around.
I'm with my family (Dad, brother, sister, and Grandma P) and we are visiting Grandma M.
Grandma M is very short. I got to give her a hug and I need to practically kneel to do so.
We enter the home and start to help my Grandma P unpack.
My brother and I are to share a room on the left, with two twin size beds in it.
My Grandma P's room is just across the hall on the right, but there is a laundry room there.
The laundry room resembles the one Grandma M used to have, but the orientation is wrong.
Someone is taking out a kid's costume of some animal out of the drier.
Recalled upon awakening, around 7AM.

Learning Indian
I'm with an Indian family at a restaurant.
It looks like Snakes and Lattes and we are in the corner we sat in for I's bachelor party some months back.
But the table is oriented slightly differently.
The dad is teaching my girlfriend and I how to speak Indian. He shows me a few words that sound like throat noises.
He tells us that the meaning depends a lot on the pitch and speed of the sound.
I tell him there is a word in my language like that, referring to fuck. The family knows what I mean, and busts out laughing.

Grandma at the County Fair
I'm at a country fair. My grandma is excited to be involved and she is running and jumping and dancing more than someone her age should be.
Sometime later we are watching a video of her at the event at her home later in a closet or tight hallway.

Fragment
There is some kind of infiltration operation happening. Me and another person are approaching an abandoned looking home. Feels very dangerous.

Sexy Rides
It’s sunny out and I’m with my family. I’m married and I have kids. Im standing in front of a large black truck.
It has been painted in non glossy coating and looks dope.
Himawari from Boruto Next Generations is my daughter. She’s asking if me and mom are going to stay together.
SG from WL shows up and I know she isnt my wife. She’s wearing a sexy black dress. She likes the car.
I reflect on marriage and commitments.

Before WBTB

Russian Ride
I'm traveling internationally and I don't speak the language where I am at. I'm getting off a train or bus looking for the airport. I see another bus leaving and I wave my arms and chase it, yelling for it to stop. It does. I try to ask the driver where the airport is and he tells me (in English) that the bus is full. It clearly isn't. I wonder if there is some law saying there must be X number of open seats. Regardless, I stay on the bus and he doesn't kick me off. I make my way to the back of the bus. It resembles the CATA bus system from back home. In the back car is a girl with one leg. Short hair, kinda "bad-girl type". She has khaki pants on, and the missing leg has it tied to cover the stump. I sit next to her and ask for help. She's friendly.

Some time later we are back at her apartment. It's a big studio, kinda messy with paint and art all over the place. I realize that I'm a girl, and that she may be gay. I get the impression she might have been coming onto me.

Later I'm running from Russian agents. I'm running through an apartment complex, entering and leaving through doors/windows. I'm really high up. When I go outside I'm sidling on just-big-enough edges to not fall. I don't know why they are chasing me. I eventually make my way down from the tall complex and make it to the ground but I haven't shook them.

I'm in a down-town Chinatown type area at night. There is a big crowd of people and I'm trying to use them to escape from the Russian agents. I'm at a bar with two floors open to the outside. There are some TVs running with couches set in front of them. There are some dark corners I can hide in. I try out a few and crouch down, but I decide that none of them are good enough and keep moving. Then I stand up face-to-face with one of the agents. He looks like Dr. Brenner from Stranger Things.

Running again. This time it was short. I ended up in a stone building on a grassy hill, hiding underground. But they've just found me. There is the leader (Dr. Brenner) and two thug-types. They are going to torture me for information. I tell them I've only killed one time, and I wasn't sure if it was me or my uncle who pulled them trigger. I guess I was trying to intimidate them. It doesn't work. They casually talk to me about something and then without warning Dr. Brenner shoots my right ear off with a pistol.

I cry out in pain (S hears me and tries to shake me awake). It doesn't hurt as much as I expected it would. They tell me that they will shoot off the other ear if I don't comply.

I wake up and tell S I am OK.

After WBTB

W Aged Up
I'm at my Grandma P's house in the bedroom sleeping on the bed. I've slept in later than everybody else. I roll over and see some old drawings I made in my childhood on the wall. My grandma will have decided to have kept them. They are hyper realistic and drawn in pencil. Somehow, they are holographic. I think to myself that maybe I should get back into art.

W, my brother's son who is due in September, bursts into the room with his friend, Ian. He's four years old. I can't tell who is who and I feel bad about it. But now I know it is because W isn't born yet. One of them has buck teeth. I follow them around the house and then one kid is missing. I find W/Ian eating dish cleaning tablets under sink. Standard kid behavior I guess

Lucid Fragment
I'm in a large mall, reminiscent of one from an old marching band trip from high school. I do a nose reality check and realize I'm dreaming. I double take...crap! I was dreaming that whole time before with W! I think to myself that step one is to find my DG...but my lucidity slips and I wander off.

Conditions
Medium workout early in day
Big dinner
2 drinks of alcohol
Stayed up late
6hr/30m WBTB
Yuschak Primary Trigger (8Mg Galantamine, 250Mg Choline Bitartrate)

Notes
My theory on what happened here...sleep cycle issues. Instead of jumping into the same sleep cycle I was just in, I jumped into the beginning of a later one. I stayed up until about 2:30am playing Zelda and then set an alarm for 8:30am...so about 6 hours after sleep. I know that 5h45m has been a good target for me, so I was experimenting with a larger time to test and see if it can be improved. One problem though is that I didn't have an established wake-sleep rhythm. Plus, I stayed up longer than the typical 15m during the WBTB. I planned slightly longer at 20m but it was more like 30m. I don't think the alcohol will have mattered much because of the later timing, but it could have played a part. Lesson learned: Next time, have an established sleep rhythm. Gonna say data inconclusive about 6h/20m WBTB setup.

Nostalgia Sting
I'm in a house the reminds me of my Grandma M's, but the layout is also mixed with a restaurant called Bamboozle's from back home. This mixture showed up back in a previous dream back on night of Friday 3/10/23. (I didn't mention the restaurant before, description is still correct). That one ended up being lucid but this one wasn't. I'm with my brother and my old Saxophone teacher from highschool, Z. We all have backpacks on, so maybe we are just arriving for a rehearsal. Z points at my coat but I don't see it right away.

Scorpion. There's a scorpion on my chest. I don't know what to do, so I try to stay still and watch it. I think to myself that I want to appear unafraid, take care of it quickly, but I don't. The scorpion scampers over to my unprotected arm. It starts flailing its claws and tail wildly. It jabs my arm with its tail. I anticipate pain, and there is some, but much less than I expected. I wake up.

I remember mumbling something about the scorpion to S, but she was also half-asleep so I doubt she remembers.