Dreamlog

This one caught me off guard. I've failed to go to bed at my planned times, so I didn't attempt a WBTB. But regardless, my brain decided to give me a lucid dream

Went to bed around 3AM.

Lucid Fruit
I'm in the backseat of an SUV/minivan looking out the window.
I get a vague sense that the world looks too bright so I do a nose RC.
I can't believe it, but I'm dreaming!
I look around and admire the world. It's a bright sunny day.
I'm with a family. It might have been my girlfriend's but I didn't look closely.
The car parks at a grocery store parking lot.
I decide to roll withe flow of the dream and walk with the group to the entrance of the store.
When we get in, I see a man stocking the fruit near the front of the store.
I decide that I should stabilize and I start rubbing my hands.
I try to remember if I have any specific goals in mind, but there is what feels like a block on my memory.
I ask the man how I can better stabilize the dream. He tells me to touch all the fruits and feel the surfaces.
I start to do this, but the dream fades.

Woke up around 12:30PM.

Went to bed around 1AM.

Fragment
I'm in a movie theater. Reminds me of IMAX. There is a group of people with me.

Quest for Buried Treasure
I'm on a quest. It feels like a video-game.
There is a 2d sidescroller-styled 3d environment. Similar to Sonic Colors (which I've been watching gameplay of recently).
It is a beach-like place, with beaches on the left and right sides, and ocean beyond. Sunny, of course.
The land proceeds forward and I'm searching for buried treasure.
I'm leading a group, and I've found the treasure before so they trust me to find it again.
We find other treasures along the way, including equipable pink gear.
Recorded on waking around 12PM.

Went to bed around 12AM.

AI Dream Augmenter
I'm in bed telling S about a dream I just had.
I have recorded it on my phone through voice, and an AI program augments it with video and sound.
It's playing an anime-esque intro about me as a ninja.
I think it is hilarious and cant wait to record more dream with it.

Game Night
I'm at my current home, though it is mixed with my parent's house from northern Michigan.
We are sitting by the doorwall on the ground ready to play a board game. It might have been snowing outside.
D, my brother, and my sister were among the group. Some of my sister's friends may have been there too.
D is standing nearby with a big bowl of goldfish crackers.
The game pieces are mixed with another game. There are red, white, and off-white. The game was Risk.
My sister says they were playing something last night, to explain why they are mixed up.
We start to unsort the pieces.

Grandma's Mafia
I'm at a mixture of my Grandma P's past houses. This one feels more like a compound.
Currently upstairs in the guest room getting ready for a shower.
My Uncle J calls for me before I can get in.
...
I'm out on the patio. It's sunny.
There is a wooden file organizer, and there are dollars sorted into smaller sections of it. I think I see a $1000 bill.
A black lanky man approaches and I'm worried he'll attack me.
Turns out he's just here for payment.
I now 'know' the backstory that my Grandma P runs some mafia operation.
I direct the man to my Grandma, because I don't know how to pay him.
My Grandma P shows up, gives him some money and walks him out.
My brother and sister are here now.
My Grandma P gives me a see-thru golden ball, and there is a sudden urgency to deliver it to a safety shed nearby.
I run to the shed, make it past a closing metal door, then a sharp turn inside, and another timed door.
Shed is barren and musty, but more brown and orange hues from the sun bleeding through.
There is a conveyer belt running through the shed, but it goes through a wall.
There is a tiny opening to the room where the ball needs to go, but I can't fit.
...
I'm out in the yard below the patio with my brother and my sister.
We're talking about the big reveal that Grandma has been a mafia boss this whole time, and Uncle J too.
It has been generational too. We talk about that and look at the muddy yard in front of us where some kids are throwing footballs around.
I reach a troubling conclusion that this mafia info explains my Mom's death, and that she had been innocent.
I see here briefly as a ghost, and she seems relieved that I understand.
I'm hit with an intense sadness and I fall to the ground for a minute.
My sister notices and asks if I'm OK. I lie, saying everything is fine, and move along.
We reach the underside of the patio and enter a garden area.
I'm carrying some garden wireframes of dogs.
Grandma P is there, and she shrugs off our concerns about the situation, as if we disapproved of her new bingo meetup or something of similar caliber.
We move up the stairs leading to the patio deck, and I hear an incessant bee or bug buzzing at my ear.
I start slapping my arm at it, not wanting to be stung.

All recalled/recorded on waking around 9AM.

Working the Earth
I'm on a grassy hillside area, tilling some dirt. It's a sunny Summer day.
The tilling tool is small. Like a kid's sand rake. I am on my knees near the ground.
I work at a monastery of some kind.
I'm with a girl that I like, but it is a forbidden romance-type situation. Will-they-won't-they scenario.
We are working together on the soil.
The temple is down the way, to the left of our viewpoint.
We're talking about our friend (waking life BP).
There is some project involving computers that we are part of with him.
DJ is also involved.

Fragment
I'm up extra early for work today.
I reflect how nice it is to experience some cool morning air in the normally oppressively Summer heat.