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Morning of November 27, 2014. Thursday.



In my vivid non-lucid dream, I had set up an otherwise family-based “maximum well-being” scenario that was altered by annoying nuances once my dream was beginning to stabilize and progress on the momentum of the less-precise scripting. The holographic numeric keypad layer over my left hand (for in-dream “programming” and “channel changing”) brought in all the members of my immediate family, but also brought in my wife’s mother and a few others. Also, the environment was not defined yet and presently seems to be my second-storey childhood Rose Street apartment in La Crosse (which burned down over twenty years ago). The first scene is a birthday party of our youngest daughter.

Everything seems fine at first. However, I eventually see that my unwelcome mother-in-law is playing with our youngest daughter in an overly rough way and also, I believe she may be lying to all our children about various things to wrongfully influence them. She is somehow lifting her with her feet and putting her up over her head, slightly behind her (which reflects a real-life perspective of about eighteen years ago where she acted crazed and “cornered” by the nurses and security guards and I feared she was going to toss our newborn son out the window of the maternity ward), and it dawns on me that she should not be in the residence or have any contact with our family at all even though she is presently in a cheerful passive stage. I tell her to get out and never come back.

Soon, she and at least two others are off to contact the authorities about one of her typically fabricated claims. Two unknown females visit later as well; some sort of social workers, it seems, and are also somehow involved in her problematic plans against my family (as she had done in real life to a variety of people and almost all her neighbors). I vaguely think about “resetting” my dream but I am not lucid thus do not consider all the limitless potential of dreams at the time, but during this time I press a number sequence on my keypad that changes the DNA of dream characters so that when she comes back with investigators they will find that she is not even my wife’s mother as she claims, as I had already told this to other authorities by that point. I tap the palm of my left hand with the fingers of my left hand (curved over) to deactivate the keypad (into invisibility) until I decide to use it again.

Eventually, there are several unknown people coming into our apartment from downstairs. It is as I expect. My wife’s mother and youngest sister have no matching DNA and there are no records she is related or even associated with her. It is a relief to be justifiably victorious in this scenario though I have to “upgrade” one of the females into a higher-ranking police officer to take everyone else away. The first set of clothes do not quite fit, so I have to make a couple minor adjustments as they balloon out slightly before taking a perfect fit to her form. She is patient enough to accept the slightly slower transition before going fully into character. I go into a long speech, asking the others present, including a ship’s captain it seems, about why people like this are not put into mental institutions so as not to create problems for other people - and I also mention how she has caused problems for over two hundred people with false crime reports and continuously lying to government agencies, including while pretending to be different people. (I reflect on how she once eventually and unexpectedly ended up talking to the person she was pretending to be over the telephone, which was quite amusing.)

I activate my keypad and press the number “8” (middle of third row of four rows - 1 2 3, 4 5 6, 7 8 9, * 0 #) for a “portal” in the form of a bathroom (which symbolizes purification during transitions) with two opposite doors - the entrance doorway of which forms on a hallway wall, to either wake or go into a different dream. The room is slightly cramped, but all of my family members walk through the doorway, to go to the other doorway that opens into a hallway of a different dream. A boy, who may be a younger version of my oldest son, seems to be spitting up any negative energies from the previous dream scenario. Meanwhile, two very heavyset women have an argument and eventual physical fight as the previous section of my dream loses cohesion and they do not regard my presence at all (possibly triggered by two or more people yelling on the street outside our home in real life).

I end up at a different party with an alternate version of my wife who is not that much like her - probably a glitch in the intended scenario which I cannot remember setting.

I say hello to Dagwood Bumstead and Blondie, who are sitting on different armchairs and drinking cocktails near the main entrance of the apartment. They look like real people and not comic strip characters for the most part. However, Dagwood looks a bit unusual with his odd hairstyle (as in the comic strip) as well as a bit frail. I converse with them for a time. Dagwood’s boss is also there but I cannot remember his name. I settle on “Mr. Bagely” (bagel-lee) but that is not correct and this is after I think of “Mr. Beasley” - who is actually the mailman. (The boss’s last name is actually “Dithers”.) I ask his boss what sort of advertising they mostly do and he says “furniture”, which is not reflective of the real-life comic (it is actually a construction company).

My alternate wife is conversing with an unknown female (or another version of my wife) who is standing undressed near her armchair and I recognize that two unrelated lines from the scripting likely got cross-linked and glitched-out and I become annoyed. I decide to leave because the music (though not that loud) is annoying as well. I go out and discover that the area looks a bit like Gillette Street but also with Rose Street elements (in reality that area of Rose Street is completely different now, not remotely resembling how it looked in the 1960s). A heavyset man follows me down the street as I walk east (on the south side of the street) and I turn, materializing a gun in my right hand to shoot him, but instead, a huge powerful stream of water comes out and knocks him down from over fifteen feet away. Another man on the opposite side of the street starts pointing and laughing as if in relief he is not in much danger. As I continue, I am ready to take to the air, but I notice Smokey the Bear, carrying a shovel, emerging from a poster on an alleyway wall and he will possibly be problematic as he heads toward me. Apparently, he may be able to fly as well, so I press the hash key (meaning “turn my dream off”) and am out of there. (I have no idea why Smokey the Bear appeared, though I often have pyrokinetic abilities in dreams, but did not use any in this one - the shovel possibly related to mortality or concern of being buried. However, there is also a brief reflection on a rather crude comedic poster I had as a teenager that displayed “forest fires prevent bears” as a spoof on the Smokey Bear public service announcements.)

November 22, 2014

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I was at home, and my mom had taken a trip of some sort. It was indefinite in length, and apparently when it's just dad, we just drink a lot of beer?

I was walking out in the backyard, and found out my parents had bought the field behind the house and built a hotel on the land. From the outside it appeared to be just a huge concrete cube or something. Rather ugly in general.

But when I went inside, I was blown away at the exotic beauty of the whole place. It was wide-open but also cramped in a very colorful way. I walked around the first floor, and was fascinated with all of it. The dining area was all sort of carved or shaped out of natural clay and then painted and textured with bright colors. The stools were in all different shapes and sizes. No two tables were the same. There were also quite a few mirrors all around the building.

At some point I had to go to the bathroom. It was a largish room with separate little rooms for stalls, and low-lit. It was co-Ed. When I was in my stall, there was a knock on the door and a face popped over the top, they told me and everyone else in the stalls to stand up for some sort of game/bonding experience...

After I managed to get out of that situation, I was sitting in my backyard watching a sky-writer that was hired for the opening of the hotel. But apparently the sky-writer was in a bad mood, because he was writing out peoples' deppest, darkest secrets.

November 21, 2014

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I was with Zukin in a coastal town. We'd been hiking or something, and had to stay with a group of people in a cabin in the foothills or mountains. Lots of trees around, because the cabin was in a forest.

It turned out that there was a huge power plant of some sort just off the coast, and it was going to blow. Or it was radioactive or something. Basically, everyone in the area was quarantined and that meant that Zukin and I couldn't go back home.

And so we had to stay at that cabin with those people... At first they hated us (or at least avoided us like the plague) because we were just too weird for them.

So we were sitting at a patio table with that group of people some days later. They had gotten at least used to us by then, so we were all talking and looking up at the night sky. It was fucking beautiful. The sky was so huge. Like, huger than huge. It just seemed so big. There were stars and galaxies and nebulae visible and so many colors. We were watching for shooting stars and flying ships (Whoa, just remembered some dreams I've had about night skies and things flying and whatnot... Huh! In one of them I think I was watching the sky for a sign that something was happening. Like there were spacecraft out there lighting up the sky and I was watching them fly for some reason, like all the movements meant something. Anyways.)

So we were sitting at this table under this huge, colorful, beautiful night sky, and there is suddenly a sound and we see a sky-ship above us. It's got four circular hover thingies, which are all lit up. A speaker announced, "Attention. The following people have been authorized to leave the area. Will the following step into the cabin and prepare to be taken into the ship:"

And they called my name first, and I was so happy and ran into the house, assuming Zukin would be called next. But she wasn't. They called four of the seven people, and Zukin wasn't one of them. When I found out her name wasn't called, I flipped out and tried to get back outside. One of the guys in our group shook me by the shoulders and told me to get a hold of myself and not do anything stupid.

But I still tried to get outside and kept yelling that I refused to go with them without Zukin, and I was about to get away, but they tranquilized me and I woke up :(

I was in a place that looks very much like high school. I was going to meet some people. I passed by them unseen.

A dinosaur. Skinned? Dead?

DILD – Dream Induced Lucid Dream. In this dream I saw my mom walking towards me in smoky colored hallway. She was twice my height! This was so odd that I instantly became lucid. She looked right at me and said the name of my childhood friend. I said, “Mom, it’s me (not my friend)!” She then apologized and said that’s how she perceived me, when she saw me, in the dream. My mom then shrunk to normal size and looked like somebody else! I then tried to explain to mom that she now looked like somebody else, and that I now perceived her as somebody different. This woman looked at me totally confused, and then walked away. Anyway, if that sounded confusing, it certainly was.

A very pretty young woman, in her twenties, then walked past me. She had a ‘bob cut’, with bleach blonde hair, and dark eyebrows. I said, “How are you?” Then she turned left to face me, with her back to the smoke colored wall. She had the most brilliant yellow greenish eyes, full of life. I didn’t want to ‘let on’ that I was lucid, and I just wanted to interact with the dream figure. She smiled back at me and said, “Good, how are you?” I casually replied, “Good, what are you up to?” She said, “I’m going to have supper in the restaurant.” I had no idea where we were, so I asked, “Where are we?” She looked at me totally shocked and said, “What?” I asked her again, and she laughingly said, “Saint Pass!” I said “Saint Pass?” She said, “Yes, Saint Pass, South France.” I figured great, now that I have a location, I have to ask her what the restaurant is called. She replied, “I don’t know?” I said lets go outside and take a look. We headed for the door, and then I woke. As she walked in front of me, she was kind of dancing along. I couldn’t get back into the dream.

So, is Saint Pass, South France, a real place? I looked on google maps and couldn’t find it. My French sucks, so maybe I heard, or interpreted the name slightly wrong. I did immediately journal the dream upon waking, so I’m sure it’s fairly accurate. Is there somebody who speaks Francois here?