Dreamlog

Underground:
I'm at my childhood home's basement with my brother and my friend D.
There were some other people, maybe my sister's friends.
They are talking about some back pain they are having.
I remember that I have been working on that, and tell them that I have some stretches that might help.
I start to demonstrate, but I can't get the movement quite right.
One of the girls points to the window, and says my sister is coming.
It's dramatic, like when Azula shows up in ATLA.
I'm holding a goose-stuffed animal.
...
Later at night time, I'm sleeping on a mattress up against the wall in the same room.

Hands Observation and High Jumps:

I'm in some foreign place. There is sand, mountains, and two sets of railroad tracks side by side. I'm standing in middle of the two railroad track sets.
There is a train coming toward me.
There are also cars coming, but they aren't on the tracks.
At first I'm trying to use a hearthstone (From the MMORPG World of Warcraft) to teleport away, but it isn't going to be fast enough.
I get out of the way, and then notice there are two people approaching me.
One of them is an older woman, and the other is a younger man.
Neither of them speak English, and I realize I'm in a foreign country.
Despite this, they begin to speak and I understand anyway.
They ask me what language I speak, so I tell them American.
Upon hearing this, the older woman grabs my arm and starts to pull on me.
I get the impression she wants to capture me because I am American. Ill intent.
My first thought is that I need to get out of the situation.
I pull out my phone and look around at places I could use my hearthstone to teleport to.
I start to think about my childhood home, and I see a pin on a Maps app.
It occurs to me that my phone shouldn't be giving me the ability to teleport, even if I had a hearthstone.
I realize I'm dreaming, confirming with a nose RC.
At this point I look up from my phone and notice I'm now in a small shed.
No longer concerned about the danger the old woman posed, I recall that I wanted to test looking at my hands.
I hold them in front of me, and I notice there are seven or so fingers.
I look away and back to the hands a few times, noting how the number of fingers changed.
It did vary, but it was always more than five fingers.
I open the door leading out of the shed, and I'm hit with a vibrant green scene.
It's a backyard from my childhood neighborhood, somewhat resembling BM's yard.
I make a mental note to not try anything to crazy, not wanting the dream to end too fast.
I step out, and I notice there is another house down the way. I decide that I'm going to fly over there, and land.
I jump up into the air, and fly over the street. I start looking down for a place to land, and struggle to make myself go down where I want, but I do land there.
Instead of continuing to fly, I decide to sit down and observe the dream from this rooftop.
I see a big, man-made lake on the horizon. There are three husky-dogs playing on the frozen surface, and a fourth one that has fallen into a hole in the ice.
The huskies, strangely, are laughing somehow. Maybe it was sounds similar to laughing that a dog could make. Tough to describe.
It's a light-hearted scenario, the dog isn't in danger. I start to laugh too.
...
I'm sitting at an outdoor patio table with a family. My Mom is there.
I've lost some lucidity by this point.
I get up and leave the table, remembering that there was more stuff I wanted to do with the lucid dream.
I'm back to lucidity again.
There's a cake on a side table nearby, and I think to grab a plate and get a slice...but then I remember this is a dream and that doesn't matter.
So, I grab into the cake with my index finger, middle finger, and thumb, grab a chunk, and take a bite.
It tastes maybe 90% like a buttercream sheet-cake. Pretty close!
I notice a kid watching me nearby, but I'm not concerned if he sees me doing lucid dream stuff.
I see a house nearby and decide I want to not fly, but do some flip jumps like Goku from Dragonball Z.
So I jump once, make it to the first house, and then the next, and the next, until I am pretty high up.
I land on a chimney.
...
I'm sitting at a table again outside, and there is a family behind me playing.
The dad looks like my landlord, C.
He has a son, who has a girlfriend there.
The boyfriend jumps forward and vaults off the girlfriend. It is played off as a joke.
I tell the boyfriend, nice jump!

The Gym Kitten
I'm at my childhood home laying in my parents' bed.
I have a longhair black kitten. Reminds me of Oreo a bit.
Kitten is very cute. Sleeps a lot.
At one point I went downstairs into the kitchen.
It is accurate to how I remember it in waking memory.
A bit unorganized, dirty.
I'm standing by the shelf left of the fridge (where there were often fruit flies from uneaten fruit).
There is a plastic container of frosted cookies that have been picked over. Half cookies, cookies eaten out of order.
Later, I'm at the gym. It resembles the gym I frequent in the present day.
The kitten is still with me. It is laying on one of the benches on its back.
I have an ACME 5-piece package but I can't recall what was in it. Maybe a container like a lunchbox.
The 4th piece of the set might have been a type of ink-pen, "nothing ink" and it was a golden tube-like object.
I had a toothbrush, and remarked that I didn't need something from the pack due to that.
Recorded at 5AM, just after sleep cycle 4.

Crashing the Banquet
I'm in a banquet hall at a round table.
Reminds me of the reception from KB's wedding, but don't think it was one.
My brother A is there with his wife K. He is wearing a somehow formal version of an Ace Ventura shirt, with the buttons undone.
My friend D is also there, and he tells me I look hot.
There was some discussion about whether I was going to attend the event (while I was already at the event).
I eventually decided to attend. When I come to this conclusion, I'm in a sitting room that reminds me of my ex H's.
Since I am going to attend, I will need to go home and change.
I get up and leave.
Later I am in a palace-like building. It's like my previous rental home, except big and fancy.
My girlfriend S' mom is showering in the bathroom, which is open and around the corner to the bedroom I am in.
I wander over and accidently see her, but don't make out any detail. Embarrassed, I worry about whether she noticed me.
Then I'm driving my car now down a snowy highway road.
I start to lose control of the car and spin out.
The car spins very fast and I try to stay calm.
When the car stops spinning, I am in a neighborhood reminiscent of a childhood one.
I haven't hit anyone or anything.
A man approaches the car and I feel his bad intent.
He starts to flip the car. I notice the car is now a white van.
A couple other men help him.
I get upset and try to yell at them, but I can't. I get frustrated.
I get out of the car and try to confront him, but I can't move or yell.
The man gets into the drivers seat and starts to drive off.
I try to chase and yell but I just create mumbling noises.
There is a box that has some kind of monster in it on the driveway nearby. Maybe a large scorpion.
Recorded at 7AM, 33% through sleep cycle 6.

Great-Grandma Versus Orochimaru
I'm back in my childhood neighborhood back home. There's snow on the ground and sky. Orochimaru from the Naruto series is chasing me. Either he has poisoned me or I'm trying to prevent it. My Great-Grandma shows up to protect me. There are trip-wires setup around my house after I've made it. They are for Orochimaru. Setting up trip-wires checks out for Great-Grandma. She was a badass. I make it to my garage and Z from my WoW group is there. The dream presents him as a childhood friend and I accept it. I don't really meet him until much later in life.

Starry Flyover
It's night-time with a starry sky. I'm at the top of a grassy hill. It reminds me of the hill Dustin uses for his radio in Stranger Things to contact Suzie. There is some kind of military flyover happening. Maybe for July 4th? My friend L shows up in a small hatchback car. She was part of the flyover service. I guess she is a pilot or somehow involved. She has a phone-holder in the car with a woman's breasts as the support structure. Neat. She's driving me over to her place, but it feels innocent. As in, we aren't going to hookup. The town has tiny alleys and turns that no car I've ever seen should be able to fit in, but this car does. We arrive back at L's place.