Dreamlog

Sleep: 10:45PM-6:30AM (7h45m)
Detail: 151 words.

Moonwalking:
I'm at an office that resembles my actual workplace, though it seems more like an inspiration than a carbon copy.
There is a bin with some black socks in it, and I'm pulling a pair out and putting them on.
Now I am moonwalking for a small crowd of coworkers. JW from high school marching band and my friend PG are among the crowd.
They seem to enjoy the show.
...
I'm looking around for a place to put my laptop down and work.
I find a cube just over by where the bin was, and setup.
My boss, SS, comes by and I realize I'm wearing my orange Game Grumps pajama pants.
I tell him good morning and hope he doesn't notice the pants.
For some reason, I decide that I should investigate whether there is a better place to setup, so I start to wander.
I find a cafeteria-like area.

Dorm Room:
I'm with G from work and I'm helping him with AI. We are in my dorm from college.
I try to tell him what to do, but he won't listen.
He has grocery store donuts at his desk.
He's trying to make superhero AI porn.
Me and my girlfriend are looking at the dorm as a place to live. Generally looks dingy.

Stripping Process:
I'm walking in my waking life local downtown area towards Oregano's pizzeria.
I'm with my girlfriend's family. We've just picked her up. She's back from travel.
We go into the pizzeria building on the corner, but when we get inside it is my childhood home.
I decide I need to take a shower, so I head downstairs towards the laundry room.
As I'm stripping down, the names of process specifications from work are going through my head.
I'm reviewing them, and looking for one in particular.

The United States of Not In This Room:
Now I'm watching Markiplier play some Five Nights At Freddy's-like game.
There is an inventory at the top of the screen, with two cupcake icons taking up two out of five slots.
The cupcakes can be used to determine if one of the monsters is currently hiding the room.
I think about the strategy of that, about whether it makes sense to cover up two slots in exchange for that ability.
Mark decides to use one, and it indicates that the room is safe.
"Welcome to the United States of NOT IN THIS ROOOOOOOOOOM!" says Mark with his typical lively delivery.


Hello my name is Markiplier and I'm in your dream now.

Fragment:
I'm with J from work. He's excitedly showing me some drilled holes in an assembly.
He's excited because they are super smooth.

Hazy Maze Cave:
I'm in a large space reminiscent of hazy maze cave from Super Mario 64.
I'm with Azula, Mai and Ty Lee from Avatar the Last Airbender.
I've won a battle and hooking up with Azula is the prize. Fairly vivid.
…
Elsewhere in the cave there is another large open section with more openings on the left and the right. The further one has a portal or time-related effect. Stuck in time.
I find some old stuff of mine there.
…
I’m leaving my car and walking through the parking lot to get to work. There is an escort standing by the turnstile with some pen and paper. She wants to give me her name and number.
I already have a sheet of paper and make a weak excuse. She fills her's out instead.
My hands are full with stuff and I finally struggle through the turnstile. My coworker B’s wife, J, asks me if I have my ant colony and my ant friend with me.
I quickly say yes, but then realize I don’t. Annoyed, I make my way back through the turnstile and head to my car.

The Body Snatcher:
I’m at work and there is a horror movie scenario going in.
There is a body snatcher or imitator alien infecting my coworkers. Similar to gameplay I’ve been watching recently.
J from my old work group is upstairs in my current building.
He is acting off. I suspect him of being the body snatcher or affected by it.

Fragment:
I'm outside and there is an army invasion.
I have a vague understanding that the attackers are from the government, in other words, betraying the people.
It’s dark and scary. The army men look fit and uniformed in dark. Helmets cover their faces.

Swamp Assignment:
I'm at work forwarding an email to my boss.
It’s from another team. They are complaining that they have to buy a motorboat for the swamp assignment. They've already had to buy other swamp equipment like a bucket and want more budget.
I'm concerned that my boss may have already been on the chain, and I might annoy him with making him see it twice. Also concerned about his jet lag.
…
I'm in a grassy place in the wild all alone. There are tall reeds where I suspect there is water.
There is a bookshelf with Harry Potter books. I look through them and notice that the book style doesn't have the colored metallic letters that I like.
I see some girls nearby and wonder if they are Harry Potter fans.
There are some shower-like areas nearby. They are built into a free-standing rock structure.
I reason that we are meant to choose a book and go to the shower to read it.

Fragment:
Chase sequence in a parking structure.

Fragment:
False awakening where I cant open my eyes all the way. I notice some seductive princess themed merchandise on my side table. The wrappers are pink.

Stufwell:
I'm at a party scene. It reminds me of C&B's wedding reception from a few years back.
I'm standing over by a carpeted area near the bathrooms. It looks like a similar location from work now.
There is a person telling me that there is a tiny man that lives inside my car.
...
I'm in the bathroom now standing in front of a mirror.
I'm holding a shotgun, and the end of it is formable like clay.
I'm fiddling with the end of the gun.
...
I'm outside at night by my car with somebody.
We are opening the hood of my car to look for this tiny man.
We call out to him, and silence.
Then, we hear a voice that sounds like it is deep underground.
The voice tells us his name is ____ Stufwell, and he is on his way up. He has a fun accent.
I notice that there is a rat standing in the hood of the car, and try to warn Stufwell.

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.

Missed Signals:

I'm outside my house on the sidewalk.
There is a man that claims he has proof that I shot someone.
The scene transitions, and I'm now in a restaurant that resembles Bennigan's.
I'm conflicted about whether I actually hurt someone or not, I may have been drunk or high.
There is a work-meeting happening at a table nearby. They are together for a 5-year anniversary. My boss is there.
...
My dad is defending me against the murder accusations.
I wonder (while dreaming) what problem my brain is working through, or what inspired this dream.
But I don't become lucid.

Fragment:

I'm at a game night in a large home. We might have been playing hide and seek.
HM from the tots may have been on my team.

Fragment:

I'm on a grassy hill with someone and it's a bit chilly outside.
We're inspecting the hill for evidence of a person living in it.
We find an air-pipe and water-line device nearby.

Fragment:

There is a battle with a queen-like figure.
It took place in a 2D-platformer game style.

Went to bed around 12:30AM.

Pre-WBTB

Shitty Future Cars:
It's night and I'm riding in a van. The streets are very narrow, similar to a previous dream with LM I had a few months ago.
The car hits a bump, and a futuristic AI voice says "that will be $7 to repair, and $70 for your injury."
I reflect about how shitty the future of cars is going to be.
...
I'm now at work, telling my coworkers about this event, and how shitty the future of cars is going to be.
They agree with me, and we decide that we should just drive old-ass cars forever.
But then one of them tells me that their Mom just died from a similar bump on the road.
It was one of those awkward moments, because we were just joking about such things.
But looking back, it didn't make sense because that same person was just laughing about it.

Woke for WBTB at 6:30AM.

150 words for the night.

WBTB
I stayed up for about 20 minutes, went for a walk, and watched a meditation video about a fantasy forest. Then I returned to bed.

Post-WBTB
No recall.

Went to bed around 1AM.

Pre-WBTB

Fragment
Brief impression of a Punch-Out-like video game.

WBTB
Ratio: 6hr/20m
Supplements: None.
Sleep Cycle: Semi-stable.
I got up and walked outside of for a bit, doing plenty of reality checks. I try to make the entire time outside a reality check.
I also review my dreamsign list, trying to commit the top 5 to memory.

Post-WBTB

The Vanishing Plant
I'm walking around in my living room and I do a nose RC out of habit.
To my surprise it fails and I become lucid.
I remember that narration is supposed to help stabilization so I start talking out loud.
"I'm rubbing my hands, I'm rubbing my feet, I'm walking."
I think about what I should do next and consider taking a bite out of the kitchen table, but then decide against.
It wasn't all that exciting last time I did that.
I recall that my goal was to try and observe my dreamworld, to gain an understanding and hopefully a feel for the 'dreamlike'.
I leave through the front door and go outside.
It looks near identical to reality, sunny summer day, except there is a plant nearby that is missing the bottom.
Like in a video game where a texture is missing.
I note that daytime/sunny is one of the top dream signs, and wonder if there are more 'missing textures'.
I also connect this missing texture idea to my top dreamsign which is 'video-games or inspired by a video game'.
"I'm walking around, I'm observing the dreamworld, I'm rubbing my hands," I say outloud, attempting to stabilize again.
I decide that I want to go somewhere more interesting, so I close my eyes and attempt to transform the scene into something else.
I think vaguely about changing the season into fall or winter.
I open my eyes with hope, but the scene only changes slightly. Objects have changed position, but no theme change.
I recall flying through the neighborhood some more, but my lucidity fades.
...
Later I'm in somebody else's house, lucid and looking around.
There is a woman I don't recognize, vaguely Hispanic looking.
"Is there a portal around here?" I ask.
She replies in the negative.
Despite this, I open a closet nearby and try to imagine a green swirly portal inside.
Nope, just closet.
...
I'm at a sleepover at work with my coworker JM.
Apparently we have to sleep there because there is a test we are running.
We have sleeping bags setup on the production floor.
I feel as sense of awkwardness because there are people around us working and I wonder if I should be doing the same.
Recorded on waking at 9:15AM.

Notes
I'm going to start a series of 4 tests for the 6hr/20m/none configuration with this being #1.
Initial impression is my control and dream length were lesser compared to 6hr/10m/8mgGal (Galantamine). This could be unrelated to the configs, and due to the currently only semi-stable sleep cycle.
I want to test whether galantamine is needed for more vivid dreams, and also if my 10m WBTB wake time is limiting my lucid dream experience.
I know that changing multiple variables at once isn't the best science (but I intend to test more configurations later).
General guidance for WBTB seems to recommend much longer than 10m, so I perceive a likely improvement by making it longer, hence earlier testing of this configuration.

Went to bed around 11:15PM.

Moving On At Work
I'm walking outside at work between buildings, heading away from my main one.
There is an RV setup on a grassy hill where the stairs leading to the visitor meeting center normally is.
My mentor B is there. Getting to see the RV is a sort of right of passage, according to the plot of the dream.
Inside the RV there are a bunch of shoes hanging on the walls on all sides.
There is a man inside the RV that says there is a chemical engineer van as well.
J from marching band is there, and there is also a puppy nearby in the street.
The puppy is smart, and J is playing frisbee with it.
...
Later I'm walking back toward my building.
I'm texting with E who used to work there too.
She's talking about a 4th of July event with the group I recently missed.
I send her some pictures of my girlfriend and I on a pirate ship, vacation.
She's talks about how she is about to have her fourth kid.
I get a sense of relief/closure.
The path that normally leads to my building leads to a different building nearby.
I'm late for a meeting and I've forgotten something. I decide not to go back for it.
E is there now in person and clarifies that she's only having one kid.
I tell her about W and how now I'm a twice uncle.
The meeting room is located in a similar place, but it has two floors instead of one.
I wake up and think about recording the dream and do so.
Then I wake up for real and write down the dream.
Recorded at 4:30AM.

Fragment
Something about deception, dwarves, and World of Warcraft.
Recorded on waking at 7AM.

Riding the Mountains
I'm in a parking lot, leaving a grocery store. It's day.
There is a man in his car parked nearby talking on the phone. He's arguing with someone about the price of apples.
I remember working hard to get the math right in my head, but it comes slowly.
He says that there are six apples with six servings at six dollars each divided by twelve, or something similar.
...
It's night now and I'm approaching my car.
The building has changed from a grocery store to something that reminds me of my Dad's friend's home remodeling business.
I enter my car and start it up.
I see my Dad outside the car he says "The weather here could be storming or worse, and it doesn't even phase you! You've got your windows down all the time!"
I remember thinking something along the lines of "It's really hot where I live, storms aren't exactly an issue" but I don't think I replied.
I start to drive away, but I have problems actually leaving the parking lot.
I can't seem to orient the car to face the proper direction.
I drive down a path leading behind the building to try and find a place to turn around.
I do find one and finally re-orient the car. I have to nick the side of my car on a nearby electrical box to achieve this.
Now I'm progressing along the path I came, but it is different.
It goes up where it didn't before into a mountainous region.
There is rocky tan-colored mud that is causing the car to slip and slide.
It starts to cake onto my car.
My perspective zooms out, and I'm watching my car go through crazy jumps and maneuvers through the mountains.
The car eventually crashes and flips, so I am sent back to the beginning.
It repeats the course but lands on its wheels this time.
My perspective shifts again. Now's I'm standing, and the car is a toy that I can pick up.
I do so and walk the rest of the way up the red rocks on the mountain.
My Dad is at the top laying in a bed. He is surprised that I made it up here.
The room we are in reminds me of the sky room from the bottom of the narrow concrete hole from the Game Grumps dream on 9/2/23.
Recorded at 4:55AM, just after sleep cycle 4.

Dancing in the Store
It's my birthday, and we are in my childhood bedroom. I'm on the far end of the room (If you turn right as you enter and go all the way).
There is an electrical outlet and it has a bunch of game system minis daisy-chained together with USB wires and ports.
I can recall at least a PlayStation 2, but there were more of them.
My brother and my friend D are on the other side of the room.
A third person at the party is setting up some game for us to watch him play.
He has two tablets, the second one folds and is acting as a keyboard for a laptop, while the top tablet is the screen.
There are some pillows and armchair-pillows on the floor and we are all settling in to watch him play whatever this game is.
...
The room now resembles my Grandma P's sitting den. I'm laying on the floor and I'm the last one up.
We are driving to the store to get a cake.
I get up to join the rest of the group in the car.
...
I'm in a big white van, the one we just road-tripped on to go to Denver a few weeks ago in waking life.
I'm opening the side door, and asking the driver to slow down so I can close it easily.
The driver ignores that request, so I jump out and try to slam it shut as best I can as I jump.
I land in the grass in a neighborhood. It's a sunny day.
I walk past a man having a yard-sale. He has a bunch of tables he is trying to sell.
As I walk by he says "Hey there! Whaddya think?!"
I tell him "They look great! But I'm not in the market."
He accepts this answer but seems a little disappointed.
I keep walking and enter another open garage.
I feel a bit guilty at first for invading, but then I realize that the building is kitted-out to be a store anyway.
There are shoes covering the walls with tiny labels with prices on them.
I'm not lucid, but I decide that I want to find a cute girl and dance with her.
I start to clear out an area at the back of the store, moving TVs, chairs, and other furniture.
As I do this, a mousey-looking girl with glasses shows up and starts to watch me.
I realize she is watching, so I make a show about lifting the heavy things easily, and throwing them such that they flip and land right-side up.
When I'm done, I tell here "We're going to dance!" and she agrees.
While I don't know anything about dancing in waking life, apparently dream-me knows at least the basics.
We dance for a while, and then the girl decides to reward me by getting on her knees.
Nice.
...
The store has changed into a work area. There are some tables with PC setups on them, similar to a computer lab.
There's not enough room to comfortably place my legs.
I'm working at my designated spot, but I sneak to a nearby one that I like better.
...
Later on the tables are gone but there is a long-table in the center of the room.
It now resembles more of a conference room than a computer lab.
There is a TV on the wall everyone is watching.
Some major news is happening. Feels like a 9/11 scale event.
Former President George W. Bush is at the table among the group.
A little girl at the table says "Why can't we just call all the Presidents dumb?"
George W. Bush replies "Well, there used to be less of them, and now there are more and they are all stupid!"
Which doesn't make sense, but the spirit of what he's saying is that things were better under him, of course.
Recorded at 6:39AM, just after sleep cycle 5.

Pre-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 4)

Hermione's Date
Hermione Granger has a date with an ugly guy. She has her Yule Ball dress on, the scene matches from the movie.
I'm familiar with the ugly guy since I had heard about him online.
They are having a light argument about something, but I can't hear them.
Later I'm in a Taco Ball parking lot near my regular gym. I'm checking "Hermione at Yule Ball" off of a checklist app on my phone.

The End of the World
I'm in my gym's parking lot standing near a desk setup outside. I'm working on some type of model generation software.
I can roughly draw with my hands in mid-air, and a smoothed-out shape snaps into view in 3D in front of me.
I'm working on a dress for a female model.
The female model is off-kilter with a projected x-y-z coordinate axis.
I'm trying to move the dress on the model so it snaps into place, but the image is translated off some value.
There is somebody else next to me. Might have been a coworker from WL.
A female AI-person approaches me.
She's visibly spooked, and needs to tell me something.
She doesn't trust the other person, so she goes to write it down.
Her handwriting is bad but I can read it.
She's telling me about the end of the world.
About how the world starts and ends in cycles with a calamity.
And it is about to happen again.

Hand-Eye Coordination
B from work is telling me a story about how he entered the military at a young age.
He says he ended up here in engineering because he had bad hand-eye coordination.
He gestures to a ledge high above that isn't normally there and tells me that he once accidently hit it with a machine gun.
He's talking to a group of older cohorts who remember those older days.
B makes a joke to a 3D animation modeling person that the ledge should probably have been addressed by this many years.
I tell B that my hand-eye coordination is very good, but I am still here anyway.

Post-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 5)

High School Well-Being
I'm back in highschool, but I'm with Max from Stranger Things and H from a band-group I formed a few years back.
I brush by Max with my backpack and accidently hurt her nose. I apologize profusely for hurting her.
She reacts by giving us a lecture about how H and I are too concerned for her well-being and she can handle herself.
I see some other people that look like jocks. I think about how they will probably go into marketing or sales someday.

Movement at the Movies
I'm in a large movie theater with my brother and my coworker B. The layout is something like below, and took inspiration from the presentation room from work:



The layout was very strange and not all that conducive to viewing a movie, but it doesn't bother anyone.
Sections C and D were higher elevation, and Sections A and B were recessed down into the floor.
Originally, the party was sitting at 'X', directly in front of a family seated in the section between Sections A and B.
We were turned around and facing the family directly, not watching the movie. It was awkward.
During an intermission, our group got up and found some open seats near 'Y' at Section C. We then realized that people would be returning after the break...but took the seats anyway.
Some time later, a man seated in Section A stood up to address the crowd. He was announcing the death of a friend of his. I thought I might know the person, B, from college who was into bugs.
My coworker, B, then decides to get up and leave from Section C, down the walkway and out. He is holding a large dagger, and transforms into Piccolo from the Dragonball series as he walks.

Boomer Time
My dad is at his new job. The office is on a higher floor, and he is standing in a hallway outside an office with a window to the back.
Dad is talking to a group of higher-ups. They seem to be his new managers. The managers are stereotypically old boomer white guys.
He's talking about his sex life with his girlfriend. He gets kind of graphic but I won't reproduce that here. The bosses, however, love it.
I have a thought about boomer culture and the "good old boys club" and wonder whether this was standard behavior in the 80's or something.