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    1. June 25, 2020 Non-lucid

      by , 06-25-2020 at 03:41 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      In a hotel, checked in, cardholder with pen, corner of the room was fenced off, there was a baja blast can on the table.

      Auditorium, tried to get my luggage with $300, guy covered it for me, starts rapping in my ear, I fall in the mud.

      Game designer explaining to me the origins of a game.
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    2. March 24, 2020 Non-lucid frags

      by , 03-25-2020 at 04:10 AM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      My view was from the ground looking up at a cliff with trees in the background, about 10 feet up. The cliffs were a light brown. Henry Winkler was walking on the cliff, it was some sort of reminiscing of the fonz except he was shifting between being older and being younger.

      I'm at the kc lakeview pool on the basketball court but it's a field with the edges lined with walls or steep hills, spectators are looking down at the field. It's night time, the lights are shining down on the field. Two spectators wind up and throw what look like paper airplanes but made of metal or something else instead. We're playing some strange game and the airplanes are supposed to hit people and earn points or possibly screw them up. I look towards the swamp to see players running down the field. There's a clothesline running perpendicular across the field, two older bald men run right into it, stopping their momentum completely and flipping them up in the air.
    3. March 20, 2018 Non-Lucid

      by , 03-21-2018 at 05:05 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      I was on vacation at this tropical beach with my family. Out in the ocean were these massive tornadoes. The news was reporting that it was dangerous and I was beginning to agree. The tornadoes were doubling in size and there were about 8 or so of them. At some point someone got caught in one and it completely flung them upwards and spun them around painfully.

      Then, I went into a cave and it turned into a mini-game. The point of the game was to get to the end of the course. For some reason I was playing the character Donald Trump and was sliding on my butt down these rock platforms. The cave was blue and there were three or four platform jumps that sloped downwards to get to the goal which was a light or something at the end of the last platform. In my jacket I had this gray button that I could press which would make me glide. I kept trying to win the game but fell off many times.
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    4. January 29, 2018 Non-Lucid

      by , 01-30-2018 at 07:18 AM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      There was a before and after from this dream but it escapes me right now.

      I'm in a game. I think my sister Abbie is there. In the game, you enter a room from the ceiling, from some sort of portal. It seemed like a light in a way but at the same time you could see through to the other side of the portal. The object of the game is to enter the room, find the object in the room, touch it (or maybe destroy it), and then return to the portal. When I got into a room, I had several other camera angles on the corners of my vision which would hint from another angle where this object was. It was sort of like a 3D maze and I had to go through it to find the object. The gravity seemed a little bit like water without having to hold your breath (even though you don't really need to in a dream). I would find the object, go to it, touch it, and then there were other players in the room that would fly into the entrance portal with me into the next room. It was a cycle, at the end of each round we'd excitedly fly towards the entrance and into the next room.

      At some point, the portal drops me into this abandoned room. There's dressers and washer machines stacked up in the middle of this dirty room. A voice tells me that this round I have to find my way through. This scene is much dirtier than the other rounds. In the other rounds, the obstacles were crisp blue objects and the space was clear. This place seemed brown and toxic. And yep, here comes Pennywise the dancing clown again. He pops up from a washer machine in the back of the room. He starts to run at me, moving washer machines and dressers aside. He starts to grow larger and larger as he runs towards me, we zoom out of the house and I realize I'm on Owen's street. I'm not sure what happened next.