non-lucid

Was trying to put my dog in a small fan like thing outside. Darn it.

Not sure why but now I'm thinking of a white Oldsmobile with the 5.7 Diesel. Did this even show up in-dream?

Was outside and saw people playing Poker on a long table in a room and passed it by. No one saw me. I may know at least one person who was in there.

Took my Lyre pendant out of a box in an empty grave in a crypt. Somehow later was in another Crypt room which had the body of the one who was supposed to be in the empty slot, but this was directly east of the other one ("Stillwall shows the way", as in that Scooby Doo episode with "The Headless Spectre".) Was thinking I wanted to get out "before something (unrecalled) happens" and opened door. The door across the hallway was open and I saw either someone or some skeleton (not sure which) at a tea party table I believe with dolls around her. I did see a person in that seat then, and after that saw (with her back to me and facing a window, was it the same person at this point?) someone turning into a Wookie. My wake up call popped up then.

Dreamed Fred Rogers was instructing people in a warlike scenario. I don't think this is like a "Kill people" scenario though, it kinda makes sense about him. Spiritual warfare if the phrase is correct, as in "Defend yourself from dangers, be nice to people" and of course Jesus Christ is meant here; "Our weapons are not carnal..."

I also dreamed about some of my cars, being shown rust in places on one of them. But, if I take care of them in waking life that won't happen now will it?

Dreamed that some bubble thing was attacking Ponyville and only Fluttershy could stop it. I recall Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were consumed by the bubble thing (not dead though, just more or less trapped by it) and then F.S. went off with her pet rabbit Angel to stop the bubble thing. The dream then went off to me going across many miles at once, by using my arms and rafters in the sky.

Whatever I was dreaming, I think I was in a warehouse and then it ended with a even more intense version of Ian Curtis singing "Digital"; "Feel it closing in day in, day out..." and he sounded even more intensely scared/messed up/depraved/something than he did when he sang that song while he was alive.

> I saw my paternal grandma (Note she died in 2014) and there were parts before this next part, but this is what I remember most: She was in my living room listening to a cover of "All I Want" by The Offspring. The cover was a lot slower in the beginning until the chorus and I think had altered lyrics, some about a kitchen.

> I was having a jog with a dog in a flea market. (No, not with bugs.) I then saw a bunch of video games for sale and, semi-lucid, wondered if I should try buying them. (I used to go lucid if I saw video games for sale because I realized after getting excited in dreams and waking up, that I was dreaming.)

> I saw a three-wheeled car (Like a Reliant) with several people in it (at least four or five) with a woman driving it, hopping buildings in a city like you might expect New York City to be. They eventually ended up on top of an elevator in a building and I thought the idea was to then get the car through the roof of the elevator and... Out the door of it, I guess. The elevator was a lot bigger than the car.

There was a part about Undertale. I saw Chara and Frisk on the same platform, like as if it were the side of an apartment building and they were standing on the exterior "porch" (or whatever it's called) which had no railing. There was a second Chara across from them.

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James Bond and a female accomplice who he was carrying were going through a subterranean series, of some kind of factory and they got to the elevator and in it. The elevator was going up, and an explosion started below after they had gotten so far. Thought of "Keep going, keep going" showed up. James survived and the female didn't, and James Bond was then crying because of the loss. There were then three people in another building, one whose left and right sides of his face didn't line up as if he were ripped apart and put back together.

There were other dreams, but this is the last one:

I was in a yard, I don't think it was my own. There was a red pickup truck in the yard and the Tourettes Guy was outside, by the truck and kind of under it. At some point, either while I was walking towards a house or when I got to the house and was looking out the door, loud music started playing out of the truck and the Tourettes Guy was yelling things like "HOLY F%$!"

Before I fell asleep I was reading a book Frank Fritz wrote; "How To Pick Vintage Motorcycles". I got somewhere past Page 70 before going to sleep

Sometime while I was sleeping, I was dreaming that I was in bed and Lemmy (Motorhead Bassist - I had never listened to Motorhead much, BTW) had a motorcycle parked next to my bed near where I left the book. I thought I'd like to tell Lemmy I liked his motorcycle, but couldn't because he's dead. Then he may have rode off.

Yes, if you haven't heard Lemmy did die some time before I posted this.

>I dreamed I was in my grandfather's kitchen and someone's ashes (note my grandma's body was cremated but I don't think the ashes were hers as I've seen her in dreams post-death) were in a container above a humidifier. A ceremony was about to take place, the ashes were in a container which had a trap door bottom. It took place, the trap door activated and the ashes put into water in a humidifier.

Why, if there's a reason?

Later, I dreamed of being in a building and in a doorway I asked (as if I were on Skype, since I couldn't see his face) "Is this Chris Ballew?" (Musician) and he answered "Yes". Chris is bald, and a few other people were there including one other man a bit older than Chris and this other man is also bald, but who was wearing glasses and had a beard and also had hair on the sides all unlike Chris. Somehow at this point I decided to feel a bald head so I put my hand on this second man's head but I also felt his hair and he said something noting that.

I was in the left rear seat of a Four-Door 1977-1990 Chevrolet Caprice in Beige which was parked in a parking lot, thinking it was my own. The owner and a few other people came by and I got out, realized it isn't my car and talked with the owner who wasn't mad at me. At some point I said "I don't know how I'm even staying alive" or something similar to that (I know those aren't the exact words) and he laughed.

Dreamed I went downhill and bought a rust bucket skeletal remnant of a 1971-1976 G.M. Clamshell Station Wagon. Even the frame was paper thin, and I may have paid some ridiculous amount for it. At some point I and the previous owner went in the car, turned a knob and removed the body from the frame. I then moved the body. I also recall going back uphill at some point.

I've had dreams of these cars before. Most of the time they're shown as rusty carcasses of cars and some don't even look like cars by the time they show up in-dream. OK, I admit it's just a car and all possessions end up being destroyed eventually.

Part 1:

The earliest relevant part of this dream started with me in a Walmart parking lot; I've seen one particular van - a rusty 1980s conversion van - parked there which I assumed owned to an employee there in waking life. So, I went there and somehow got into this particular van and decided to paint the interior including the headliner. I was doing this with one or more people; then somehow the focus left me and I'm not sure it was me anymore working on the van, the van was moved over the parking lot and not parked in the same place it was left by whoever left it there.

Part 2:

The next segment showed two teenagers, one caucasian black haired female and a guy who had no facial hair, I think in the Walmart being talked at by Walter White from Breaking Bad (NOTE I have never watched Breaking Bad and had to look up the Wiki page to learn the character's name to post this, I only ever heard a clip from the show in a MLP: FIM parody video) and a woman who was with Walter; the teenagers were working for Walter and that woman. Next, I have to tell you I have a pendant which I'm wearing even as I type this:

https://derpiboo.ru/732561

The teenage girl was wearing it around her neck. Walter then took it off her and said "What the hell is this?" and she said "I don't know!" and wanted to get out of there, though I didn't think it was for what Walter was about to do; somehow he and the three other people were suddenly in a basement or other enclosed area like setting with the teenagers tied up. Walter and the woman then,

Spoiler for spoiled for squeamish folk,:

took a two-person saw like what would be used for a log and cut off part of the girl's butt in a heart shape - I don't think the teen yelled or cried or anything and there was no blood or bleeding and then I think Walter was about to show it to her. No evidence of pain from the teenager came to my mind upon seeing this.

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Thoughts:

I painted my bedroom several weeks before I had this dream - two to three weeks. It means a fresh start and new things to think about, for me. Painting the van could be much similar to that if not the same thing, and vans go places...

I have to admit I had previously read about people using vans to make meth in, I also knew about the TV show "Breaking Bad" being about making meth. But I have never watched an episode, and although I heard Walter White's name before in that Pony video I didn't pay substantial conscious attention to it. Still, the subconscious works in many ways I don't really know. I did read a synopsis of Breaking Bad, and then learned Walter uses his R.V. in the show to make meth in... And then there's the painting I was doing on the interior of a van, meaning maybe I much want to avoid that route? Yes.

So, with all that in mind I think this dream may be meaning that I have been worrying about the future too much, like Walter; I do wear that pendant which I like, and the worry (Walter; remember his predicament in Breaking Bad) would be like "What the hell are you wearing?" because of what meaning I ascribe to the nice pendant, which doesn't mean to worry about financial concerns or the fact I'm gonna die some day. And if that girl was meant to represent me, I didn't feel a pain in the rear from what the two of them did!

>I was thinking of Mark Sandman and something else.

>I was in my town and heard of someone sort-of being in debt to another. I know his name, I'm just not posting it here.

>I then went down the street and then over a bridge, I think; I then (With at least one other person) somehow cut down a tree in an area that I didn't know was posted for no loggers, and then the action was known near immediately. I was then in some sort of debt and whoever it was considered me deaf and another person (Who I know the name of and know in waking life) was blind.

> A bit about me looking on the screen of a portable (and monochrome or set to monochrome) device showing a 1972 Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser (Clamshell) Wagon sitting around in a little valley without windows and with moss in it, but still drivable for a Demolition Derby. Some people stood nearby.

I know there were more dreams.

>I was in the basement of a building with a blond Caucasian girl who looked to be 13-15 years old. We were both near a battery, she got sprayed with acid on her right hand and maybe on another part of her body then I quickly started to move her toward a sink while she didn't move on her own accord. With the water on, her hands went into the water (Either I put them in or she did) and I saw some blue on her right hand. Then, she dissolved before I realized what happened.

This is perfectly in line with a conversation I had with someone on Youtube; she was literally saying "Let's pray for someone to burn in hell" and I was attempting to correct her, it didn't look as if she accepted it. The battery acid represents Vitriol; This word means acid, and it also means harsh criticism. So, I think she was harshly criticized. She did say she was part of a "Lutheren Whanau" (what is that? I know what "Lutheran" means to some extent though.) Also note that I wasn't sprayed.

>Later, I was driving in a red 1970s Station Wagon with someone else in the front passenger seat and was looking at some people nearby at what I think was a picnic table. They were conversing about something which I believe I didn't want to conform to and I said something to them, then we drove off in the night.