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Here is what I can recall:

Several nights ago I had some dream where all of the buildings in my university had some how been stacked together into this huge conglomerated tower. There was something to do with a math class as well.


I also recall a nonlucid dream from two nights ago. It involved some kind of magical battle. I had to wear armor made out of 'solid water' that had this odd surface that was solid yet had small waves moving through it. This was because the person that I was to fight had miniature flamethrowers on their arms.

When the fight began we were on this huge covered bridge, made entirely out of wood. I actually had three opponents, the middle one, a husky female with the twin flamethrowers and a pair of presumably male guards (covered in heavy steel armor) carrying large black and silver halberds.

I became partially lucid during the fight and was able to slow down time, particularly when someone was swinging at me. I also seemed to have power over the weapons and, once the guards were disarmed, I was able to call their halberds to me (see thor's hammer).
The fight climaxed when the main antagonist, the woman with the flamethrowers pulled a pair of knives. I had been able to damage the flamethrowers at some point during the fight. We went in close and I tried to put her into a lock. She was struggling to stab me and I was trying to choke her. I lost the dream and woke up.



The night before last, I had a semi lucid dream where I was flying and running at ridiculous speeds through my home town. My good olde fashioned fire jets at work here.

The town seemed a little re-arranged though. I recall there being all of these black and white wooden targets that I would bounce off of. The dream kind of had the feel of a sonic the hedgehog stage with the wooden targets being like the springs.

The dream ended with my attempting a Kamehameha, then realizing how unstable the dream was and making an effort to stabilize. I was in a soccer field. I ripped up some grass trying to stabilize but it didn't work.

Last night was pretty good though. Some dialogue with Manei. (I love how when I try and LD with things on my mind, I don't get sh*t. But when I'm on break from lucid dreaming, I get ten minutes of lucidity with her. So I wound up being kind of quiet and not particularly engaged within this dream.)

I can recall being in a huge building. It had a very bland, sterile feel like a school or hospital. I was waiting in line with dream characters to talk to some lady seated at a desk, with the feel of... well a hospital check-in. I took note of how diverse the crowd seemed to be. age, race, gender and clothing all seemed to vary greatly.

I then saw Manei in the crowd and instantly became lucid. She cut through the line, heading down a secondary hallway. I came with her. One of the things I recall taking note of was how tall Manei really is (Well she's been taller than me since we met, but this time around she seemed even taller than usual). IWL, I'm about 5'8", so lets assume my height carries over into the dream. I'd probably put her at around 6'2".

We went around another corner into another long hallway, this one lined with doors. The hallway had a dark, creepy feeling to it, like someone or something was following us. We then came to a stairwell that went up and down at least three floors each way. There was a window and we could see that we were in a massive building complex that stretched for miles. Outside, the weather was overcast and it was raining. Occasionally, I heard a roll of thunder.

We sat down together on the top step, giving us a good view of the dreary environment outside.

Last night, I went to sleep with the idea of manifesting my own persistent dream characters into the dream world. I'm not really sure why, my mind was just sort of wandering, and that's what I drifted off on.

So I decided to bring this up with her. I also got the inkling that somehow, that line of people that I was in earlier was a manifestation of the dream characters that I wanted to create. She didn't seem very interested in the idea, saying that it would be a distraction from dreaming, and that having too many dream characters/guides can be chaotic. I told her that I had only two characters in mind that I wanted to manifest, and that I felt that they were important to the balance of my dream world. They were meant to represent aspects of my personality that don't come about all too often in my dreams. She then replied that if I felt that I had to, I could manifest these characters, but she made me promise that if she wanted just me and her, I would let it happen.

At one point we started holding hands. I said something about stabilizing the dream, but I think we were just happy to be together again after all the crap that's happened. I think she was telling me that I should come back to concentrating on lucid dreaming. I told her that I would.

She then told me some story about technology and spiritual advancement. I don't remember the details, but it was about how technology can be helpful if used in moderation, but if you use it too much it can rule your life and you can lose touch with those around you. For some reason the characters in her story were represented with a couple of lego people she had in her back pocket.

We were looking at our reflections in the window. I noticed Manei was wearing the headband that I gave her, and that the emblem was actually correct this time around. Funny, I hadn't noticed it until then.

I began to really lose touch with the dream. Manei became a male version of herself and took off her shirt. This had something to do with her practicing appearing as a boy. I was trying to concentrate on making her look better but she still looked sort of distorted and disproportionate.

As Hemlock Grove's Roman, me and Peter have just entered this old abandoned tower, and I'm showing off some of the tricks I've picked up since the last time we saw each other. I turn myself into a cloud of bats, thinking of this as something I'd learned from that one previous dream, and I come out of it high on the wall, looking down at Peter watching me, able to hold myself up against the vertical wall just by gripping with my hands - it's not completely effortless, but it's still easy. It's a rush. I'm having so much fun showing off with Peter, I want to laugh. This makes me start thinking something about connections with people, and then there's a memory gap.

The next scene I remember is in a different part of the same building, the memory gap only lasted for about one or two changes of scene. I'd climbed up into the metal rafters and I've been heading up in a spiral, and I've just come across a closed door; but I'm not playing around anymore, I'm in a hurry, either chasing or being chased by something. The door has no handle on this side, so I hammer on it and shout, "Open the door. Open the door, mom!" (I was thinking of someone specific by 'mom', but whoever she was, it wasn't my IRL mother or the mother of the character I'd started the scene as - I'm not sure I'm still playing his role by this point.) Door still doesn't open, and I'm not surprised. I step back and look at it. There's no way to open it from this side, just a keyhole big enough to look through - I can see some light through it, and I have the feeling I'm meant to look through it, and that thought pisses me off. I grip the side of the door, forcing my fingers into the gap between the door and the frame, and I wrench it open.

The other side of the door leads to somewhere else completely, unconnected to the building I was just in. It's incredibly vivid, nothing like the dream I'd been having up until this point - which hadn't seemed un-vivid in any way, but I'm thinking of this as a completely different way of seeing things. I'm in a stone hallway, brownish-yellowish stones, filled with many doors, all of them wooden, arched, narrow, dull red. I still have that sense of being in a hurry, and I immediately go to open the first door to my left. But as I do, I hear a woman's voice - the mother I'd referred to before - shouting this strangled "No!" and I hear the sound of a door closing, and footsteps in a hurry. And then I'm awake.

(Really awake, none of the usual transition, just footsteps and "No!" and suddenly in my bed with my eyes open. Was convinced I'd been woken up by the actual front door and actual footsteps - which is not unusual, I sleep while other people are up - but no, just the dream. Back to sleep.)

As Constantine (rhymes with turpentine), I've been in a police interrogation room for a while now when they let in this elegant older woman to see me, calling her "Mrs. Constantine." She's supposed to be my mother, which is a lie of course, my mother being long dead, but I instantly play along with the act. Memory gap, and then I'm being put in a holding cell, and I try to convince someone I pass along the way to have the police find that woman and pick her up, quick. Not sure I made myself clear, though, I'd been passing out, having a hard time staying conscious. I can see the brown smoke of her spell wrapping around me. Blacked out.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I had a classroom scene, so I went lucid and walked out. I didn't have any particular destination in mind aside from getting out of the school, and the first door that I reached for took me into the kitchens - still meant to be part of the school. The next door I can find is a refrigerator door, and I give that a shot - no good, I open it and find food inside. I think to myself that this is probably too strong an association to bother trying again, so I remove the refrigerator from the wall. There's a white wooden door behind it. This one opens onto a satisfyingly different scene - rolling green hills and a mountain in the distance that I mentally compare to Mt. Fuji from its size and the way it dominates the landscape, though otherwise they don't look alike.

I walk along a paved road leading towards that mountain. At one point I come across a house, and the road divides so that one path leads up a slope to that building and down again to rejoin the main road on the other side, and I'm admiring the organic shape of both the road and the house. It's a white one-story building composed of several rounded rooms, with a reddish-brown shingled roof with little spires over each rounded room. There were quite a few plants that I was admiring, and gardening tools, but I knew this was going to be too much detail for me to remember, and a lot of it didn't have any IRL comparisons I could easily make, to make it easier to remember. I focus on a couple woven baskets lying on a bench, with lids with little spires like the ones on the roof, the last thing I focus on as the path leads me back down to the main road.

The path leads me into a town, or a small city maybe, starting in a little square with two clocks standing on black iron poles. Both of them show the same time, 3:00, with the second hand pointing down at the 6; a bell tolls, and then they both run backwards, until every hand points to the top, midnight exactly.

The path leads on to another square, this one with a big brass bell. There are a fair number of people in the streets around me now, but I'm only paying attention to one - a man standing beneath that bell. He calls me over. He's this older man, and I mentally compare him to Mister Rogers, that sort of friendly and wise and harmless impression. His speech is slurred and very deliberate, as if he has a hard time forming English words. He says quite a few things about me heading for the mountain, and preparing for that, and he mentions K., an old IRL friend who I haven't gotten in touch with for a long time. I'm a little frustrated by knowing I'm not going to be able to remember all these details when I wake up, and I'm having a hard time picking and choosing which parts to focus on, but I hold up a hand to stop him and ask about K., ask him to clarify - is he saying I need K. with me at the mountain, that I can't do it alone? He's surprised by the question. He says, no, you can go on alone. And he compares me to "a dry martini: high in the hand, but hard to keep it." Okay, that's suitably convoluted phrasing that I'm definitely not going to remember that unless I wake up now. I choose to wake up so I can remember at least some of what he's said. I regret this decision almost instantly.

Wow, two nights in a row of remembering dreams! yay! I wrote in my daily journal last night, so maybe that really is helping.
I'm thinking of finally changing the font color of lucids since they're kinda hard to read. But I don't want to go through and change every single one, so I'm not sure. Too lazy.

I was in the bathroom at a huge hotel taking a shower when my hand started to feel funny. I looked down and saw that one of my fingers was short. The top half was missing and it was a stub. I was dreaming. It felt so real and vivid that it took me awhile to believe that. I was really excited so I stared at my hands to stabilize and then stared at the wall. I could see so much detail in everything. I went outside the bathroom and into the main lobby of the hotel. The ceiling was about 8 stories high so I decided to fly up. I spread my arms and began "swimming" up. I went really fast.(Usually it takes me a long time to get high.. haha get high.. you know what I mean). I made it to the ceiling and then floated back down. I wasn't sure what to do next so I decided to go outside and explore. Then I lost it.

I was in high school in Ms. Red-Head's English Class(I forgot her name. The senior year teacher). Some girl in the class had written a book that we were discussing. We were sitting in a huge circle of desks and I was next to Niki, who also wrote a book. I got rid of my copy of the book we were looking at because, frankly, I just didn't give a shit. I tossed Niki's book across the room to these two girls because I wanted more people to hear her book instead of the other girl's. The teacher found out that someone had tossed a book across the room and asked who it was. Several students pointed at me and I raised my hand, looking guilty. The teacher then told me to gather up my stuff and choose a room to sit quietly in. I chose a room that was connected to the classroom. I was actually quite happy to leave the class. There was a couch in the room and I began to set up my computer on it. I realized I didn't have a copy of the book we were discussing.
"Can I have a book?" I asked.
"That will be 3 dollars and 14 cents," the teacher replied.

-fragment at my house offering Dani if she wants bagels and cream cheese because she was hungry

-at some point I heard God's voice saying, "Come with me."

I am sitting at a bar, half drunk off my ass. Hmm... where am I? I look down at the chaosphere tattoo with the anarchy symbol in it on my left hand. A. Assassin. I am V1rus, and I am drunk.
Nomad is cleaning a glass on the other side of the bar.
"Nomadth, you ffucker! Why doncha do shit? We got fuckin' orcs runnin' around and enslaving people and shit! You know how fuckin' limitedth my ppowers are in thisth world?"
"Hey, bro, I think it's time for you to start drinking some water, or how about dragonfruit juice?"
"I'll have some water, juice'll ferment in my gut."
I drink water, and begin to sober up. I am in the town of Denn. Why am I here? Why am I drinking?
Just then, there is a roar, and an orc the size of an ox falls through the door, with another on top of him, at his throat. I throw two knives in the tops of their heads, and they die instantly. They turn to ash, and little brass automatons pop out from the floor and clean up the mess.
"Holy shit, man!"
Another even bigger orc breaks through the wall. "Who in the hell killed my general?"
I grab the dragonfruit juice and pour the whole thing down my throat. I morph into a huge red dragon and stomp on the orc, crushing him to death under my great paw. I kill two more orcs, one with my breath, and another I toss over a cliff. Then, an orc grabs a little girl, and puts a knife to her throat.
"Give yourself up, and she lives."
I morph into human form, and drop all my weapons. The orcs put shackles on my hands and ankles, and lead me to an underground dank dungeon.

I wake up from a dream that plays in my room, but I'm not. I look around and see that the mirror on the right-side wall is not the one from my dream. I look to my left and see no one.
Soon I'm fighting away a man that's trying to chain me up. I start to slip away.
I wake up again in a crate that's poorly chained. I look around and see I'm in the back of a moving car. There's mountains and trees all around me. A black paved road is beneathe me.
I think of jumping out. But my arms are tied.
I see to my left a field of grass. Tall grass that's inaccessible.
Somehow I manage to get out of the crate and land in the field.
And I remember feeling free.
I'm dashing through the field, like a field mouse. Panic is such an understatement. I'm petrified.
From afar I see a tiny cabin. Involuntarily I run towards it.
I get to it. I look inside its reaches. Nothing but a table and a plate.
My mom is coming from the right of me. Talking about me missing my dog's funeral. Screaming now. I run away and don't turn back.
There's a beautiful man at a gas station. He's pumping gas. Naked. I look down and see I am too. Coincidence?
I walk up to him. He stares at me. His eyes glossy and dark, as his hair. Then I look over his shoulder and see a crate with chains hanging from it. I freeze and he grabs me. Kisses my shoulder and then my neck. Telling me I'm his. All his. And I surrender, in his arms.
This time I sit in the passenger seat. We drive for long hours.
Then before us the road lifts and so do we.
He dissolves, somehow. I just watch.
I remember thinking of my only chance at love is gone. And now I'll be alone again.
For an unspoken reason I end up in my room. The walls are red instead of blue. This slightly pisses me off because I hate red, but this time, I like it. I don't know why but I start to like where I am. As if this red tint is enchanted.
I ignore everything and stare at the floor.
My grandma bursts into my room, through the wall, the red wall. She's covered in purple. As though someone painted over my blue wall with red, and she's the outcome.
She speaks softly. Words I can't recall. And suddenly I feel calm.
I lie down.

There's a bus. An ocean. Music.
Waves jump from the sea. Fishes flop. The sky is hidden by a bed of clouds.
I see my best friend in the distance. He's on an island, looking at shorts. He decides upon the black ones, as opposed to the red ones. I scream. He doesn't hear me. A shark is creeping up behind him. I scream but it sounds like nothing. My eyes float away, away from what happened.
I'm in a boat now. A boat that moves itself. I have a cell phone. I'm taking pictures of what's around me. A mountain I see. A few palm trees. An irregular cloud. I put my phone into a bag. Tie it up. Place it in my backpack.
I see a few old ladies. Arguing over black shorts. I see Daniel, my best friend. He's okay. I smile.
I ask him what's happening. He points to the shorts. Just points. I ask him what's wrong. He only points.
I go to see what's the fuss. The ladies scream. Their screams make buzzing appear in my ears. I can't understand their screams. They only hurt.
I walk away from the fuss and back to Daniel. At least I thought. He's no longer there. I only see his foot-steps. They recede to where the shore breaks, into the ocean.

1. Me and My Dad were walking across our neighborhood boulevard. It was still nighttime outside and the moon was shining. As we walked across we both saw a police truck, and it had just pulled somebody over. I looked over at the truck for a while trying to figure out who got pulled over and why. It was no luck though, I couldn't even see anyone. We continued walking across the boulevard and once we made it to the other side my dad started telling me about how he was mad that I kept on getting to school late, which I have no idea why because we weren't even on this topic.
Suddenly my dad threatens to get the cop on me because of it. I tell him that I don't try to get to school late, it just happens. It doesn't matter though because he still goes over and gets the cop that had pulled a random guy over. As my dad is walking to get him, I'm standing still. Suddenly the environment around me starts to change, and I now find myself in some kind of mall area and there are alot of people around me. I also now find myself going up an escalator, and I see people I know from school around me.
As I'm going up the escalator I see the cop, and he's looking for me. I decided that it wasn't a good idea to dodge cops, so I went up to him as he was going up on one of the other escalators. "So, why have you been late to school lately son?" he asks me. "I don't know sir, I don't really try to be late it just happens sometimes. I'm so used to waking up around 8 o clock in the morning, and school starts at 7:15. One time I even woke up at 9 am." I reply. "Yea I know what you mean, it's hard for me to get up sometimes too, but you can't let your sleepiness get the best of you man, you have to keep going." he told me. Our conversation continued, but I don't remember the rest of it.
As we are continuing our conversation, me and the Police Officer and walking. Somehow we end up walking into a classroom, and somehow, it ends up being the classroom that I'm supposed to be in. Once we walk in I see that everyone is doing their work. I then recognize my teacher Ms. Bernstein sitting at her desk in a corner. She notices me and gets out of her desk and walks over to me. "You're late Cory, bus 308?" (IWL when someone is late she always asks if we were on bus 308, and she doesn't count us tardy if we say yes even though its a fake bus). "Yes ma'am" I tell her.
She then hands me a packet of work, the same packet that everyone else is working on. I look at it and I notice that it's a math review. I somehow miss the fact that Ms. Bernstein is an English teacher, not a Math one, so it seems normal that she gives me the review. Now the cop, who has been standing next to me the entire time, starts talking to me again. We end up talking for a long time. Our conversation ends after a while because a student in the class comes up to the cop and asks him a question about the review. Before I leave the cop says to me, "Here, I want to give you something." He then pulls out a 1 dollar bill from his pocket and gives it to me. "Thanks" I say. I then put it in my pocket and because there is now an awkward atmosphere around us, I walk away.
Not too far from me I spot my friend Dani. She's sitting down in a desk working on the review. I sit down in the desk next to her and we talk. I start working on the review with her, basically just copying the answers, and we start talking about how I used to say the word "Dude" alot and how she's starting to say it alot too. "I know" I said, "I used to say it in every sentence, but now I'm trying to stop saying it". We both laugh and suddenly Ms. Bernstein comes over.
"You guys are working on the review right?" She asks us. Of course we say yes. Ms. Bernstein then tells the entire class that the bell is about to ring so we can put all of our stuff away and get ready to leave. Now me and Dani are standing next to the door talking and Ms. Bernstein joins our conversation. "Aren't you guys happy that this is your last day of school?" she asks us. "Hahaha Ms. Bernstein, we still have 3 days of school left, this isn't the last day." I tell her. "Oh that's right, I don't know what I was thinking". She starts laughing. "But don't worry Ms. Bernstein, when it is the last day of school I'll be riding bus 308 back home, and its going to be a luxury bus with your name written on it." I tell her. "That's right" she replies, "and you'll be sitting in seat 66 and Dani will be sitting in the seat right behind you" she tells me while pointing to a long number written down on the desk I was sitting in.
I look down at the number and its about 15 digits long, and the last two digits are 66. Now I understand and we all start laughing.

Last night I've had a lucid dream!

The dream begins. I'm in void and an evil voice speaks to me. I don't know what it says, but it terrifies me. Struggling I manage to avoid to wake up, fighting against the rapid and intense vibrations I usually feel on my physical body when I enter a dream lucidly or when I'm being kicked out from it.
Then I understand: "I'm this voice". Fear stopped.
I was still nowhere, but this didn't terrify me. I believe I've reconciled myself with an ancient part of my brain, that part which generates primordial fears, such as the fear of getting out of known places (so also entering lucid dreams).

Then I decide to meet Tesla. He just flashed in front of my eyes to disappear immediatly. Then I was in a gloomy living room, with very few furnishment, only a baroque moquet. The room was sorrounded by a black space. I try to fly, but it seems so unnatural, I don't feel my body suspended, I still feel it in my bed, though it seems quite distant. I go to a glass door and on the other side I see a girl I once saw in the library of my department and she says me "The demonstration of the Zeros' Theorem is pretty useless, hypothesis immediatly imply thesis, it's easy to visualize". I agree blamefully with her.
I stay in the void for some other time, without surrendering to the fear which usually takes me ("Am I staying in the dream too much??") then, I don't remember how, I wake up.



The dream has been quite long and I've achieved good results. What I want to do next time (so this night!!) is to focus on stability and on completly abandon the feeling of my material body.

Going to school

It was during the christmas eve, everyone had to go to school. I entered the bus, and drove to the city where my school is placed. I entered the building, and went up to classroom. I thought Why should I try? I'll sit near the teacher anyway. As soon as the lesson started, with classmates we went out of classroom. I felt strong stomach pain, so I wanted to go out of school. I went to the head teacher. A tall, bald, fat man in graphite coloured suit and wearing glasses with thick, round lenses. I told him about my condition. He made mischievous smile, and said that everyone has to be in school during christmas.

Jogging in the city

It was warm, summer afternoon. I was running in the city I frequently visit. I was running witout any reason. The weather changed to cloudy, and it started to rain, but I still runned. I entered the building, suddenly I was changed to seven years old child, naked, sitting within other children. We were eating a tasty soup.

Discussion about black holes

I made a graphic representation of forces working in black holes. My graph was so confusing that my siblings couldn't read it properly. We discussed about that matter. I laughed from my younger sisters thoughts.

Morning of December 23, 2014. Tuesday.



Even though this is vaguely related to the recurring (and assuming fictional) Enchanted Forest setting, it is not as defined as usual and seems to be in a different location.

My family and I stop near a forest during, I think, an extensive shopping trip or other outing. We are still fairly close to the main part of town. The forest is still quite dense and supposedly isolated (internally), though. It seems to be around late morning. Although I am not sure of directional orientation, the forest remains mostly to my right from wherever we were walking from.

After a short time, I notice an unusual-looking light gray “mouse” with very short fur and scurrying about at the edge of the outer perimeter and in and out of clusters of dead leaves. I watch it for awhile. It may actually be a vole, which I consider for a short time. I pick it up briefly but let it go again. For some reason, a vole seems more “wild” or “exotic” (as well as “rare”) than an “ordinary” wild mouse.

Later on, a toddler appears from deeper within the forest. Even though she is only about three, she somehow seems to have been living there alone most of her life. This seems a bit odd, so we decide to take her with us as we do more shopping.

Later, however, a younger male wearing glasses, who reminds me of someone I only saw once several years ago in public while he was carrying his daughter with a very annoyed look on his face while entering a men’s room at a drive-in theater, makes an appearance near the parking lot of a mall. He is very angry that we took his child from the woods. Apparently, she was supposed to be there on her own for a time as he and his wife were doing shopping (I do not think it was punishment). His wife is with him but he does most of the complaining. They take the child with them after a few conversations about leaving a toddler alone in an isolated area (which seem to “reset” and repeat - there are a couple times when I am thinking “jungle”, even saying it once or twice, but then change it to “forest” since I have doubt that there is a jungle nearby).

For some reason, he does not think it strange to leave an infant or toddler on their own in a forest for a long time, as it seems she had been there for weeks according to the conversation. It seems my wife and I are very inconsiderate to have “rescued” his daughter in light of what we thought we were doing. (It vaguely reminds me of a real-life scenario years ago where my wife informed another mother that her young daughter was handling mothballs at a secondhand bookstore and was possibly about to eat a couple - the mother acted more annoyed at my wife for informing her in a timely manner than about the situation itself, and there was a similar event where a toddler was running around in her backyard on her own with large sharp scissors where the mother became angry with my wife instead of having any concern for the child).

This still seems wrong to me, though my family and I resume our activities after I punch him in the face several times, knocking him over each time. He seems mostly uninjured and unwavering in his beliefs.

This dream followed thoughts that have always greatly puzzled me nearly my entire life on how it is possible for toddlers to disappear or have fatal accidents in settings where there is apparently no adult around anywhere. This is even more of a puzzle since I have had extensive experience with a large family for quite some time (thus it certainly is not a question of a lack of perspective or role which many would probably use as an excuse regarding my opinion) and it has never been that difficult to care for family members and be aware of their safety. I still do not know how it is possible other than a bizarre lack of attention or awareness on the part of parents or guardians (when a child somehow wanders off), which does not even seem possible to me other than the parents simply forgetting they have children for a time. I suppose this sounds strange coming from someone who had a near-fatal accident themselves when not quite two years of age. I guess I was a quick climber and I do not blame either parent in this case.

The girl in my dream vaguely reminds me of a real-life situation where we saw two female toddlers walking around in our front yard at about two in the morning and they were hanging around near our front steps as if lost. The parents were inside their house, possibly drunk or sleeping. A large dog was with them as if the parents thought that a dog somehow had human perspective and “responsibility” and would viably babysit their kids.

December 22, 2014

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eeeeehhhh. Been sick the past few days, so my dreams have been vivid, but easily forgotten somehow. I need to remember to write them as soon as I wake up, at least some notes. They're vivid enough that I only need to see a few key words to remember being in the dream, but I have a lot of trouble with remembering if I don't have something to go on... Hopefully I get healthy soon, and have more lucids!

Anyways, the dream from last night, which I actually forgot to write down, couldn't remember for most of the day, and suddenly remembered in the car on the way to see The Hobbit pt.3:



I was in a class, about 4th grade or so. I was one of the students, and my math methods professor was the teacher. I had just transferred to this school, so I didn't have any of the materials yet. It was math time and I was sitting at a picnic table at the back of the room, looking on a new friend's math journal. My prof got pretty upset with me for not havingmy book open to the right page, and every time I said I didn't have a journal, he assumed I meant I had left it at home. There had been some sort of miscommunication from someone who was supposed to give me the journal...

I finally did get one, and it had one of those perforated bits to open it, like a bill in the mail. I had to tear along the long edge across from the binding to open the journal. We were using math boxes on pages 43 and 49 (but not those in between for some reason)

I'm talking to Mark on the phone. I am aware that Mark himself has followed the same path previously - he tells me I can smoke a cigarette in this elevator. I proceed to light the cigarette, but do not smoke it, as I am inside a building and I'm conflicted by the knowledge that indoor smoking normally is not allowed. The elevator takes me to the top floor, as Mark says bye and I hang up. I get out the elevator and search for the exit to the roof so I can smoke - I go outside and find myself in an open-air railway station.
I'm still not sure if I'm allowed to smoke here - usually no smoking is permitted at railway stations. My cigarette is still lit, but I haven't toked it. I see a dude lighting up a cigarette, and feel like his desperation for a cigarette outweighs his consideration for the legality of it.
I cross the rail tracks and almost get hit by a train, but jump away just in time. I climb a steel, box-shaped object in the middle of the tracks, where I know I'll be safe. From my vantage point I can see a mother shouting and swearing at her daughter. The daughter thinks she is an adult now and can do what she wants, but the mother disagrees, and is still shouting and swearing. The daughter salutes the mother ironically, as if she were an army general ordering her around. The mother passes nearby so I say to her in a rather patronising fashion "excuse me. I can see you're trying hard to be a good mother, and that's great. But just calm down and slow down a bit, and take some deep breaths". The mother tells me she's been told to do the breathing before, and thanks me anyway. I squeeze her hand gently before she leaves.

[Note: I quit smoking a month and a week ago - clearly this has something to do with the strange smoking dilemna]