Dreamlog

Odd Jobs:
I'm approved on a trial-basis to work for one of my coworkers, N.
The gig is 'odd jobs' such as carrying furniture for people, or giving rides home to drunk people from bars.
I'm in a camp-like area with a central mess hall for group eating. It reminds me of band camp a little.
White glove-like symbols are marked over doors, indicating potential jobs.
There is a sense of secrecy to it.
The other people in the work-group are mechanic-types and long-established in the work.
I'm a new-comer and feel isolated, especially since I'm the only non-blue collar person involved.
Standing in a parking lot area behind the mess hall, I get a text from N "you in? send a profile pic!"
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Later I'm in a park-like area. Mostly open grass, but a concrete structure within it.
I'm inside the concrete, resting. It's a cylindrical shape so I can lie down. My hands are cold against it.
My sister comes and finds me, now asleep. My perspective has shifted. I see myself sleeping with a smile on my face.
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Then I'm in a car, still with the perspective shift. My sister is taking me somewhere.
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I'm at my Great-Grandma's/Grandma M's condo. My brother and my sister are running a sort of party.
My brother has set up some computer monitors, with one mirroring the other successfully.
I'm somewhat impressed by this.


Sleeping in the park.

Fragment:
I'm backstage somewhere with my girlfriend's parents.
They might have been disappointed with me.

Sneaky Crabs:
I'm at a party at somebody's apartment, sitting at a desk with a laptop in front of me.
My coworker J from the lab is here. I noticed that I'm not wearing pants and feel nervous.
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I'm at my second Arizona apartment, and there is a group crowded around the TV playing a game.
I watch the screen for a bit. It is a dark area, with tiny crab monsters all around.
The player needs to navigate a dark pathway forward while avoiding the crabs.
I brag that it looks easy. Somebody calls my bluff and hands me a strange controller.

Fragment:
Something about my coworker G.

Fragment:
A nightmare about shitting my pants.

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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!

Coding with J:
I'm with my Uncle J in a covered parking lot area outside a Barnes and Noble bookstore.
He's praising me for finishing a new fantasy book I had just bought.
He hands me a new red book. It has instructions for learning to code using the 'X' social platform.
The pages have colored-coded code with brackets and guides. I remember that I read up to page 5.
The pages have moving images, so it isn't strictly print. It claims that all kinds of media can be coded into the platform.


Learning to code on X.

Doubt:
I'm in a bar that reminds me of a nightclub back in California.
I'm with my girlfriend and some coworkers of hers.
I'm feeling jealous and concerned that her younger male coworkers are interested in her.
I remember my mental training and reason that she hasn't hurt me, and I should trust her unless/until she does.
One of the men approaches me and suggests that my trust is misplaced.
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I've left the bar and I see the same group of guys walking up ahead with her.
I talk to one of the guys and he seems OK, a friend in an emotional storm.
I decide to continue trusting her, ignoring my discomfort.

Jungle Flight:
I'm driving my car up a steep hill.
The car fails and I start to fall backward.
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I'm at a sort of car agency.
A man in a suit is selling me not a car, but a type of hover-bike.
I'm pretty excited about the hover-bike.
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I'm in a jungle environment, but the hover-bike has changed into a hand-held flight device.
The area is beautiful, almost euphoric.
I can't recall the exact mechanism, but the device is similar to one-handed flight devices from previous dreams.
I carefully pilot myself into a tiki-bar looking area with a bar and restaurant, but don't land.
I may have been on a tour of the area with others.

Fragment:
My friend AG is admiring some wood polish on a chair and table at my Grandma P's house.


Flying through the jungle using a handheld device.

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.
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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.
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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.
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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.

Observation:
I get the sense that there are aliens who have the ability to shape perception such that they do not alert humankind.
I false-awaken on the couch and my girlfriend is observing me strangely, and I suspect that she is actually one of these aliens.
This scares me greatly. I wake up for real (still on the couch) and she is looking at me the same way.

User Error:
I'm getting ready for work and my smartphone's alarm is going off.
I turn it off, but it doesn't stop making sound. I get very frustrated.
My girlfriend tells me it must be user error.
The phone is a Samsung Galaxy, which isn't the one I have in waking life.

Fragment:
Something about Spongebob Squarepants.

Desert Cave Adventure:
I'm driving with my girlfriend on an expressway at night in the desert and we are being chased by a gunman.
My coworker, A, shoots the man in the head.


The Desert Gunman.

We're parked now, and looking at the body.
There isn't blood or gore, rather, just a hole where the bullet went in.
I'm driving a smaller quad-wheeler now and I offer my coworker a place to stay.
He agrees and gets onto the quad-wheeler. We discuss the logistics of how long he will stay with us.
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It's daytime now and we are still driving. Ahead of us is a twisty turny mountain, closer to a course from Mario Kart than to reality.


Desert Road Spirals.

I miss a turn, and now I'm carefully maneuvering around a spiral road rising around a small pillar-like structure.
We eventually reach a sandy cave entrance where the road ends.


Desert Cave Entrance.

There are two arrow shaped signs ahead. The one pointing left says "Mafia" and the one pointing right says "Goomba".
We choose Goomba and proceed.
As we go deeper into the cave, there is a glass display case on our left. It appears to contain Game of Thrones paraphernalia.
I notice one of the Night's Watch coats in particular, alongside some swords and other weapons. They may have been numbered.
At this point in the hide, we are expecting an award. The cave opens up into a larger chamber, almost like a grand palace or tomb.

Math Class Is Ruined:
I'm with my girlfriend walking through a hallway at my college campus.
I'm leading a group of classmates forward.
We pass by a snack store, and it is closed with gates covering the entrance.
We come to a man who appears sickly up ahead.
My girlfriend notices that my heartrate is going fast and is worried.
The man is telling us that the pandemic is back.
Somehow, I conclude that math class is ruined.
I false awake into my bed, questioning whether this new sickness will be a pandemic.

Onesie Catte:
I'm with my friend D and my brother in my childhood basement bedroom.
We are crowded around my computer, discussing going over to D's house.
There's some concern that my sister M will feel left out.
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We're at an apartment closer to what modern day D's looks like.
Something bad has happened and we are having a discussion in the living room.
I'm feeling cold, so two of D's cats come over. One is wearing a onesie.
I attempt to recall the names of his cats, but I can't.
The onesie cat lays down on me and I feel warm.
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I'm walking outside, either to school or from school.
The path doesn't seem familiar, rather, it looks like a summer version of the path from the movie A Christmas Story.
There are a group of kids playing a sport off behind a fence on my left.
The national anthem has started to play, and I sing along.
Someone nearby gets on my case about not having my hand over my heart.
While singing, I debate whether my allegiance should really be to the flag, given how the past few years have gone.
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I'm in a past living place. This time, a condo my family briefly lived in while our home was having work done on it.
My Mom is there, and she is working on fixing the sound system on the entertainment center.
She has no clue what she is doing. She's holding a speaker and trying to unfold some plastic wings on it.
Without embarrassing her too much, I try to steer her away from the system with tact.
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I'm now playing Super Mario 64 on the TV with my family watching.
There is some kind of new game plus, where the levels are slightly modified.
I'm at the secret Peach Slide from the early game, and there is a group of coins spelling out "Congratulations!" or something similar at the start.
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Now the family is in the kitchen and we are discussing a movie we recently went to see.
The kitchen is a mixture of the condo and my Great-Grandma's/Grandma M's.


You have been visited by Onesie Catte. Say "Meow Meow Onesie Catte!" for good fortune.

I'm Mary Poppins Ya'll:
I'm in an outdoor space, a large field. There are several long banquet tables extending out into the distance.
Between some of the tables, there is a man demonstrating a flying device.
It's an umbrella that allows free-flight.
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Later I'm seated near the head of one of the tables with my coworker C and my friend H from the Tots.
I'm got the umbrella and I've taken off. High into the sky.
I feel uneasy knowing that the only thing keeping me from certain death is my grip on the handle.
But I get more comfortable with it over time, taking more and more risky angles by maneuvering the handle.
I go out of my way to make sure that the other attendees at the party can see me by gliding close to the other tables.
Eventually I return to my table. As I approach, C, challenges me to land the tip of the handle on a small plate.
I achieve that and return to my seat.
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I wake up somewhere that I don't recognize. My Mom comes into the room from a door in front of me.
I tell her all about my flying umbrella dream.
There's a CPAP machine next to me, and she is wanting the pipe part off of it.
This device is somehow now identified as the one that will allow free-flight.
I give it up freely, knowing that I have another one I can use.



Showing off my new flying umbrella. Made with ChatGPT 4.

Fragment:
I'm in a hotel with two levels.
My Dad and my Uncle J are there with me.
My Uncle is looking at something on Google Maps.
One of them has thrown a cigarette bud into a trash can.
I'm concerned this will cause a fire.

Return to the Hilltop Arcade:
My friends G and A are sitting on a bench, watching the sunset.
It's my birthday, and there is a cake-like pastry sliced into four parts.
There is a Dave and Buster's like arcade behind the bench.
This arcade is the one from my previous dream in September, where I met Arin Hanson.
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The space has changed into a big factory. Intuitively I know that the working conditions are bad.
I'm escaping in a sequence similar to the one in the game Portal.
There's a monologue at the end that sounds hopeful.


The Hilltop Arcade. Made with Bing Image Creator AI.

Into the Square:
I'm riding a CATA bus from college, but I don't know where I am going.
I realize that I should pull the string to get off on the next stop and I find it on my right.
There's a building nearby and I go in, thinking I would like to buy a t-shirt.
Inside it looks like a mailroom, with a small square entryway in the center of the wall in front of me.
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I'm through the square hole now and I see my coworker J getting makeup done by a team on my left.
He's sitting down in a chair in front of some lockers.
It looks like a large locker room.
My friend H from the Tots comes through the square hole, but she is mad at me.
Somehow I have messed up the entryway, and she pulls out a banana peel from it.