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I was with S and H. We were at a theme park and were going to ride some roller coaster. Supposedly it was a roller coaster that H had designed. Because... my high school friend can design a roller coaster I guess.
Anyways, the thing is, I don't really like roller coasters, not because I am scared of them, but because I tend to get sick on them. and usually after just one ride, I am a crabby, headache ridden motion sick wreck or a person. But S and H talked me into it and we get on the coaster.
Anyways we are the only ones riding, S and H are together in the front car, and I am in the second car. The roller coaster starts pulling us uphill and I notice that the roller coaster goes up quite a ways into the air, at least a few hundred feet. It has a red and orange metal track. But other than that doesn't have any design features that are that spectacular. I start to have second thoughts when I notice that I cannot even see the top because it is obscured by some fog. (The dream was overcast.-ish.)
We peak the hill and drop off. But I get none of the uncomfortable feelings that I usually associate with roller coasters, but instead a thrilling free fall followed by an exhilarating turn. (The way a roller coaster should feel.)
I then thought about how I should try to "absorb" the experience and replicate it in a lucid dream. Little did I realize that I was already in a dream, so having that sort of thinking was actually somewhat funny.
I decided to simulate flying in a lucid dream. I tried to imagine what this location would look like without the roller coaster and I put my hands out in front of me in the form of fists, trying to pretend that I was flying like Superman. But, because I was already in a dream, the roller coaster track faded from existence, along with the other cars and my friends. The only thing that didn't fade was the second roller coaster car. Also, the fog cleared and it became sunny out.
I was flying, but I was still strapped in. I was the one keeping the car aloft. And sure, the thing was practically weightless. But I still felt cumbersome. So I broke the latch that was keeping me strapped into my seat, and dropped the coaster car into a nearby lake.
Then the man who built the coaster/ran the theme park came over and started complaining to me. I was just floating there over the lake. He said that he wanted the coaster car recovered from the lake. So I kindly hovered down into the water, and lifted the car up with one arm. I deposited the car on the shore of the lake and the man thanked me.
Something was up, I had to reality check. Even though I was pretty much full lucid. So I decided to land. Next to [where the coaster was] was an open parkland area with some trees. I landed and did a nose pinch RC for a really long time, like ten seconds. It failed, but I was still thoroughly convinced that I was dreaming.
Now I'm going to skip what happened in the dream after this because a.) it's personal. b.) some could find it offensive. c.) it's BORING AS HECK!
So I had a false awakening in my own bedroom. Lost lucidity and woke up not long after that.

Just had a double dream.

Was laying in bed half asleep, then heard my parents in the other room, figured I was in the process of waking up. My dog Rambo wanted out so I got up and went to the door and opened it so he could get out then laid back down in bed. I looked at my desk and laptop from my perch in bed and saw that there was some sort of game being played on the screen. A shooter. And it was playing itself. So I slid back out of bed over to the desk (at the foot of my bed), grabbed the mouse and started taking over for the game. It was a first person shooter, and had pretty decent graphics if you ask me. Stylized, digitized, almost anime. I clicked and fired my gun at the person on screen twice. Then suddenly the screen panned, as if it was a camera mounted on the shoulder of the avatar of the player. The face of the avatar turned from the side of the screen, looked directly at me, and said "I am Glenn Hill Inovar, Conviction Expert." I woke up right after seeing that! Now I am still laying in bed, the room is identical to the previous scene, except the laptop on the desk is closed. I forgot that I only dreamed I let the dog out (he is tiny a teacup yorkie and inside the sleeping bag with me). Since I forgot I didn't actually let him out, I roll over slightly and then "YEARRRRP!" He barks in a high pitch tone. Oops I squashed him, but not hard, he is fine.

Then my dad comes in my room and gives me a cross necklace and I am very happy! Thanks Dad!


Elevator ride for the morning.

This is my first dream about water in a long time.

I had a dream that I had turned on the water to wash my hands, but when I turned it off the water still kept pouring as if the faucet was still on. The sink was filling up quickly and soon water was overflowing onto the floor. When I looked at the floor - it was the floor of my bedroom - all the water was soaking into the carpet. I was in the process of writing the owner of the house about the problem when my mother woke me up.

Before this experience I had lucid dreamed 7 times and my main goal was to fly in at least one of them. It happened randomly on a night that i wasn't planning to lucid dream, about half a year ago. It was a natural LD. It started out as a normal dream and for some reason i was being trapped inside a house by a group of men. They were all in the living room with me but i wasn't allowed to go outside and leave. I had this emotion that I had to get out as soon as possible so I tried to escape by fighting all these men at once. When there was only one left standing I ran outside the front door. The last guy ran after me. I remember my heart beating rapidly and then it just hit me. I asked myself the question, why am i running when i can just fly?! In that split second I became lucid and tried to fly. I knew it was my first attempt at flying so to me it seemed a bit difficult. I told myself just do it and believe. I started to float above the concrete. I got about 5 or 6 ft high. Then I seen the guy catching up to me. I said to myself hurry up before he comes. I would levitate a little higher but then drop lower again. He grabbed one of my legs and started to pull be back down. I knew the only way to fly was to get him away so that I could concentrate. I punched him in the head while floating until he let go of my leg. He released me and I started to fly up in the sky. I remember the view was beautiful and then it all started getting blurry and faded black. Then I woke up. I woke up with such a good feeling. That I had finally flew in one of my lucid dreams and that If I did it once, I could do it again.

"The greatest illusion is that mankind has limitations " - Robert Monroe

02.03.2014

Magica (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Note: I have been watching "Puella Magi Madoka Magica," a magical girl anime with a ridiculously dark plot. My dream is based on this.

An evil witch has trapped my friends and I in a large castle. Within the castle are metal giants that are systematically hunting us down. No matter where we hide, the giants always find us. One of my powers as a magical girl is increased intuition, which allows me to discover that the witch is somehow seeing through our eyes to alert the giants of our location.

Squeezing my eyes shut so that I (and the witch) can no longer see where I am, I stumble blindly through the castle. I manage to avoid the giants and confront the witch.

However, our leader Homura has been using the entire situation as a distraction so that she could get to Kyubey, the being who turned us into magical girls. She kills Kyubey, ensuring that no other innocent girls get pulled into this madness. Unfortunately, our own contracts are still active so we must continue our fight. The witch escapes in the aftermath.

*time lapse*
Some time passes. I have recieved a burst of intuition involving something known as the "Black Fox." I try to get in touch with Homura, but she is nowhere to be found. I have a terrible feeling that something big is about to happen.

Currently, I'm visiting my dad on a farm that he seems to own. He is working on one of his cars and tells me that he needs a new brake system for it. "Would you call Advanced Auto and see what kind of system I need for this car?" he asks me.

"You know more about it than I do, why can't you call them?" Before he can answer, someone pulls up nearby in a van. A silver-haired woman in a wheelchair rolls out to meet us. To my supreme irritation, I realize it is the most annoying reporter in the world (who I have actually dreamed about before, a long time ago). She is a retired magical girl, whose wish upon making her contract with Kyubey was to be a famous news reporter. She clearly wants an interview with me, for some reason.

"I have nothing to say to you," I snap before she can speak.

Ignoring me, she begins filming. Her camera is a laptop that she has set up on her wheelchair. "Woah, I did NOT give you permission to film me!" I exclaim. I don't need my enemies knowing anything about where I am. I immediately turn around and back into the camera, so she is filming nothing but my rear. She continues trying to question me, so I walk backwards, pushing her wheelchair as I go. She screams in protest the entire time until I finally push her off down a hill.

Laughing triumphantly, I return to my dad. "I figured out what kind of brake system I need," he tells me. "Will you help me buy it online? It's called the Black Fox."

I freeze at the name. The Black Fox? What could my father's brake system have to do with my vision? Deciding to find out, I tell him I'll help. He pulls the product up almost instantly on ebay, under a seller that is CLEARLY my roommate. "Um, I have to make a phone call."

I leave the room to call Alex, asking her about the Black Fox. "I found the brake system in my house this morning," she tells me. "Whoever put it there must have also hacked into my Ebay account. I don't know, it sounds like something Homura might do. You should ask her."

I call Homura, who finally answers. She only gives me really cryptic information that doesn't answer any of my questions.

1.3.14 Monday

Last night bed 2am -8:20am

Had a very long and interesting dream, that is an amazing reflection and insight into my late night conversation with a friend. After waking up, I keep retelling it and discovering new details, while I pet my cat that just decided to lay on me and purr. My other cat lays by my side. I'm boxed in.

DR:

I think I'm a guy. I'm walking downslope on an asphalt sidewalk. About 40 feet below me, on the right side, on the bottom of the slope, is a slow, wide, dirty water river. Some large boats on it. To the left, narrow grass area, just 3-4 feet wide, and a chain link fence behind it.

I'm walking very slowly. My head is down, I'm lost in my thoughts, sad. I'm an owner of a theme park. Lots of people on the sidewalk, as you would expect. They are all walking in opposing direction then I am. I can feel their disapproving thought and looks. A young woman with long hair, holding hand with a boy, lookes at me and then lowers her head.

Something just got loaded on a large transport ship and I see the straps are being tightened for the safety. Somebody close to me ordered the load, even if it's against my wishes. They are hoping to finish fast, so I can't say no.

Part 2:

Different setting. Some city high up in the clouds. Clean shapes, tall walls are beige and other matching shades. There are platforms we are on, but many, if not all building reach all the way to the bottom. You can also reach the bottom via the platforms.

From now on till the end of a dream, I'm being chased and I'm running. I'm not scared, only sad and surprised.

I'm on a platform. It has open walls, or windows in some places. Few people close to me are there to talk with me. I sense they want to capture me and I'm surprised, but not too surprised. When they approach me, I jump and fly to the ground very fast. They have guns and they are shooting at me. I zig-zag. But I also think, that it would be ok to get shot. Nobody else can fly, only me.

I;m on the ground. Huge noise, I look up and Sukhoi fighter jets are maneuvering overhead. They are flying low, in demonstration of power.

I jump to a low roof, and from there to a higher one and another higher one. On the run again.

Back up on a platform. Being approached and I jump again. I see a large, man-made lake below me. Some swimers in the water in swimming competition. I dive in the water, head first, at huge speed. I know I have to hide fast, before they find me with instruments. I'm thinking if to just sit still on the botom. I figure I should dig a hole and burry myself.

I'm in a narrow corridor, that's thousands of feet high. There are small wooden platforms on the walls. (Like a cat perches they sell for window sills.) I fly up to a very high one. Good choice, because as I look down, below me is someone looking down, looking for me.

Another escape from a platform. I'm flying by a train in the trainstation. Train is moving and I bang on the window to be let in. There are people sleeping in sleeping compartments. One of them opens the door and i climb into an empty cot.

Another fast dive from very high platform into water. I find a submarine and bang on the door again. A female opens a door. It's clear I woke her up. I don't remember how she reacts, if she is a friend or a foe.

i went to bed at 8 so there was a series of dreams between my wake up of 7:30

first dream was after i had already woke up once. I kinda remember falling asleep and like melting into the dream. immediatley i recognized that i was in a dream and checked my hands just to make sure. sure enough i had the extra finger on each hand. it was pretty dark though and having been lucid for some time i started trying to do stuff. i saw my cat tucker for example, two versions of him, one as himself an orange cat and another as a white cat. i ponted my finger in a gun shape at the white cat cause i knew that was an imposter and trie to go bang bang, but i dont think i believed in that enough so it didnt work. the only cool lucid thing i really did was like morph through a wall. then i believe afterwards i had a false awakening because it was really dark and i was in my bedroom only to soon after find myself at the beach but sadly non lucid.

After an unforgettable party where I was overall having a good time and; (gulp) forgot, I was in the passenger seat of a car being driven by a thirteen year old freind of mine on a road with a speed limit of 180. Anyways only bikes by the other party-ers past us despite that speed. Around a 150 degree turn the speed dropped to 135, and my friend really drove that fast. After about four turns that merged onto a highway I realized they all looked the same.

We arrived at about 6:25. (close to reality I think) My freind parked, got out of the car, and started aimlessly walking. However this is a car that slowly inches forward if the parking brake is off. So I shift into park on a sideways stick (not actually a stick but what do you call that thing you shift with). And the police realizes my underaged friend was driving. driving age is sixteen in my area. I suppose its his job to sort all of that out. He also parked in front of a store door on the sidewalk. Also I leave that to him. The party starts and after about twenty seconds he says it is over and we all have to leave. I claim "it has been only ten minutes". My watch said that."Well I'll at least take this pie to go."

After being bored in a black room waiting to go outside with no way home, I leave. I figured where I came from and went over there. Some monster out of epic mickey crushes my car in front of my eyes. From weird camera angles I see some green superheroes talk about them being out of my league and bla bla bla. Now I am watching from a 2nd person perspective my car driving itself along a snowed on tube. The track looked like that tube fire field course from fzero gx. Run away from all of the game references. This dream ends here.

Yesterday spent meditating on personal direction, and love, the kind of love the saints poured out into this world .. I even set forth a direction for myself and put it on paper..


Dream opens up with my view looking south down an old rail line. The tracks and ties have been removed and the surface graded. There are workers pouring a new gravel bed from the south coming north. The sun is out and it is as if morning. As I look around I am on a large square 20 or so acre patch of green grass with some trees . The trees are thicker in the southwest corner around both sides of the tracks and thin out as you go north till they are no more by the north edge of the property.
All around this property to the west, the north and the east is either flat grassy plain or plowed farm fields. To the south is rolling hills east and west that are grassy, with forested hills to the southwest.
The train tracks are on the very western edge of the property going straight north and south. At mid property there is what seems a covered bridge the tracks are going to go through. I don't see the progress of this construction beyond the bridge to the north.
The workers get the gravel laid and graded and a foreman comes along and is measuring for the tracks. they seem to have one rail set up to the western side of the gravel, but there are no ties to spike them too. I seem to see them driving spike into the gravel temporarily for some reason. Makes no sense to me even while in the dream.
Dream shift to looking eastward. There is an old rail line to the north about mid property, rusting and seemingly now out of use. It comes into the property from the north through a open building that looks like a twin corn crib you would drive through, about a third of the way along the north side from the west. It snakes to the east and around a huge old dilapidated barn.
My view shifts to inside the barn. You can easily see through the open slats in the sides of the barn all the way around. Its built more like an open corn crib than a barn as far as the outer walls go. Inside you can see the rotted falling apart structure. The south wall is falling down on the ground with the wall base completely rotted and off the foundations. The whole view to the south outside is blocked from the collapsing wall.
Inside a railroad construction engineer is there looking at the old rail line that had gone through this building. He was looking at how to get the line opened up through this wreckage of a building. I seem to show him that the line y'ed off around the east side of the building outside, so they didn't have to come through here anymore.
We went outside and saw the old line go on around the building back to the west and out the south central part of the property where is y'ed off in two directions again going southwest and southeast. The sky is now overcast and cloudy with the wind picking up.
My view races upwards as if flying overhead and around the property looking it all over and taking it all in. There is some latent thoughts and concerns of installing of crossings where the old tracks go through the property where a dirt or gravel road runs east and west. Not sure what is going on with the 2 rails lines, one old and one new. Dream ends..

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm working on a secret project on my server when all of a sudden one of our admins (Lee) decided It would be a great idea to disregard me saying I don't want anyone seeing it until its done.

So Lee comes online, teleports to me and starts exploring my project, I ask him to leave and he did not, I'm becoming increasingly anxious and angry, at this point I'm pleading at him to leave.

He then destroys a wall to gain access to another secret area, I have had enough and type the ban command.

I wake up saddened by what I just did...then extremely relieved that it was a dream.

2. [Non-Lucid]
Watching some sort of I'm unsure what the documentary about dolphins/killer whales raping and/or murdering people.

This was so graphic, the dolphins where literally ripping these people to shreds, we were all quite shocked, at 1 point a dolphin jumped out of the water at great speed dive-bombing through the air and pile-driving into this guy laying on the beech just obliterating him.

I got a call on Skype and accidentally accepted the call so I rush over to a pc that just so happens is a few feet behind me to find the call failed anyway.

Fragments:
Two big screens on the wall, one is playing the documentary, I'm unsure what is happening on the other screen.
Being carried around, the ceiling was ridiculously low.
In a changing room, there are these girls across from me who want me to look away, so I do while trying to cover my crotch with my hand (I'm naked) and it seems to be "growing" probably because of the thought of seeing the girls naked .


3. [Non-Lucid]
Something crazy happened with me and my cousin Chris in which he hated me for it.

Possible dream signs:
Skype, Minecraft, Lee, Cousin Chris

I remember that instead of my husband in this dream fragment my five year old son was the one loosing hair.

Upon waking up I remembered another fragment, but by now All I remember is that it was also disturbing and tense.

Hello, this dream was so realistic but again surrealistic I know it may happen but I know it doesn't happen. freaky if you ask me.
I dreamt that I failed in life. become an "street woman" or you may also call it an hitman. but I woke up in the dream in an chair. I stood up, and looked around me. I was in an asylium. behind iron doors thick as an wall. I kicked up that door. just as easy it is to break glass. an person keept saying "follow me, follow me, lost child" and I followed that man on instickt. I didn't think, just ran after him. he stopped and said " you child, is still an hurt, pined and feared child in heart." and after a while he said " but I can help you grow up to an beautiful woman, with an purpose in life" I stopped, took up my gun, and shot him on that spot and yelled " you doesen't exsist, you dosen't exsist." and with some blood, and room spinning around, i shoot myself.

I woke up in the same sec that I shot myself. I was in alot of pain. and didn't sleep so good yesterday.

Had a lucid. Too tired to write. Key sentences andI'll edit later.

Was at a weird party. Lea was there. Made out with Demi. She was being weird. Went to the bathroom to wash the lipstick off my mouth. Was worried about allergy. Left and got home. Was singing and dancing. Home was also a store. It was the end of the afternoon, so I closed it. A bunch of boys passing by destroyed the house. I punched one of the kids too hard. The leader decided I should help them because of that. I raged and left. An old lady told me she had invisible dragon shit. It's supposed to give you good luck. I took the little bad and tied it to my wrist. Left and ended up at what was my family's store. It was raining hard outside and people were scared. A guy who was my uncle simply appeared inside. It was creepy. Looking for signal. I announced I was moving to London. Went there and was singing. A high kid had a lot of money in the bank. Befriended him and took his money. Said bye and went to the mall with my cousin. He wanted to leave me to hang out with his roomie.

I reminded him it was a dream. He still left. A girl attacked me. I used flying to stop. Then I hit her hard. For some reason, thought that the TOTM was to tell my ex what a bitch she was. Went to the girl lying on the floor and turned her into Darren Criss. Turned her into my ex. Wrong ex. Tried again. She disappeared. Only legs showed up. My cousin came back, started shouting at her. I was confused because that didn't sound like TOTM. Told him we should go. Entered a store. Reminded him again it was a dream. He asked what we should do. There were mirrors there. Told him to look at them. He did. So did I. I could only see me as myself. My cousin stood next to me an said it wasn't working for him. Lea was there.

Not lucid but one of my most memorably long detailed, multi-scene dreams with scene to scene continuity. Probably 15 minutes subjective time at least.

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00:00 Monday 2014-02-03
01:11 bedtime
06:49
1) Sitting at a table in a house with a guy I know, he has a black beard/mustache, I state his name in the dream (but don't remember). We're talking about something. I put a glass of wine for him on the floor behind his right ankle, he doesn't know it is there. He stands up from his chair and starts to step backwards, I say "no no no!" I know he'll knock it over and he does knock it over and the wine spills.

His wife came home and we talked about inviting them to dinner and we started talking to him about his schedule. He's saying he can't do it one day, or another day, I misunderstand I think he's talking about a dinner that he is putting on and I sort of wanted us to be invited to his place.

We go to the kitchen, where his wife is. We were offering him some soup. We brought big barrels of soup/stew was looking for a place to put it. I saw the sink, some cabinets, the garbage (underneath some cabinets) I filled up some containers to the brim with the soup. I felt bad about filling up his containers.

Sitting around a table talking, I'm trying to unlock my ipad, I can't get the 2nd or 3rd character of the code to enter correct, I try at least 8 times, getting very frustrated. I explain my inability to enter my code because my thumbs have to stretch very far in order to hit the correct letters on the screen.

I came back later to the kitchen and noticed the garbage can was filled to the brim with our soup, his wife had thrown it all away. It's time for us to go I offer to help take the garbage out since it's full of our soup., "it's the least I can do," he hemmed and hawed eventually said yes. We're going outside to the garbage, the house is on a hill, there are a lot of switchbacks in the path going up to the garage. We have to go all the way to one side to get to the gate, then walk through the gate and go all the way back the other way to get to the garbage. We reach the gate to the garage, and I play with the mechanism, I look closely at it and examine it. I think about all the different places where my friend could lock this gate, but I don't see two loops of metal close enough together to put a lock through. Perhaps drilling a hole may help. My wife walks by carrying a giant garbage can full of soup wrapped in plastic on her back like a camping backpack. I reach to her to help carry it but she pulls away and keeps going (I know she doesn't like me offering to help once she's already almost finished something).

We're looking at a fence railing and thinking that someone could lie on the fence railing and roll to the other side to get over it.

We're walking back down the hill to the house, it's very steep, and I start gliding in the air. I'm gliding and hovering riding the air currents, but staying more or less in the same place. I'm surprised that I'm not losing altitude and say so, my friend has turned into my waking life friend NM. I quickly gain some altitude even. I say that I have always loved gliding/flying since watching the show "The Flying Nun" as a kid. I love his hill, it's a great place to glide, he mentions that the thermals would be really good over on the highway since the heat radiating up from there is intense and you'd go "VOOM" straight up into the air. I think I could glide forever here! I could go over to the freeway and hit a thermal and get up really high and glide back to his house.

Back on the ground walking in to his front door, the path is very precarious, there's hardly anywhere secure to put your feet. The steps are decrepit and falling apart. The front door is a few feet higher than the path and beyond it, you have to really stretch your legs to get them into the door frame. NM is standing in the door to help me in, I'm trying to get a good foothold. I reach out and hook my elbows through the door frame and pull myself in, squeezing my NM. I think/ask NM wondering how his elderly parents could come to visit, they'd never be able to make it in the front door.

Back around the table with group of people, we're talking about a new company. There's one friend there, and also the inventor of the product at the head of the table. My friend announces he has bought the rights of all advertising of the product for the next several years. The inventor when he heard this was shocked, because he/the company needed to do this . Apparently everyone thinks that I gave this friend the idea of purchasing the rights to the product, I objects saying "hey, hey, it wasn't my idea!" Someone offered me a glass of wine.

Morning of February 3, 2014. Monday.



The backyard and back area of our home is Cubitis, but the front area is Barolin Street in Australia, so the directional orientation is very ambiguous. North is one way in the back, but the opposite direction at the front, assuming the composite is half and half as it seems - it does not seem that odd that north is in both (opposite) directions. The area near the railroad tracks has a very high screen-like plastic fence. Over time, I get the impression that an airplane came down and crashed where the small lake (for the cows) was - perhaps it hit the silo. Really, though, the area is different and seemingly an industrial area with a lot of buildings, including a few factories.

This “crashing” or explosive noise happens a few times. I am somewhat annoyed and wonder if it poses a possible threat. The actual premise of my dream changes, as I point out a plane that flies over the house and which actually does crash in the same spot as the previous at one point - but later this seems not to have happened. When my dream then implies a different reason for the noise, I then see that they are demolishing (fictional) buildings with explosives. The debris showers nosily against the fence and I wonder how close they plan on getting. Eventually, they seem to be stopping for the day. I notice one of the workers in the neighbor’s yard, walking towards the front of the house. I yell at him about what is going on. There is some sort of remote control device on a rod - the remote on one end of the thinner silver rod, and a matte-black grip on the other, which is used to guide a smaller robotic cart into some of the areas they are destroying. A German shepherd dog with an orange flag tied around its collar on a small wire escapes from a cage (seeming to be a part of their work) and for some reason the man gets distracted and temporarily trapped in the same cage and falls down as I jab him in the forehead and eyes with the remote after taking it from him.

On a side note, I have had other fairly recent dreams about a passive (to me) German Shepherd, when in the past, most larger dogs (usually rust-colored or black) were “enemies”. In this case, the dog starts attacking the man even though he is seemingly the owner or trainer yet somehow the dog is (temporarily?) my protector in a sense (perhaps in just being in my yard). The man eventually gets up to try to leave.

The man is only slightly hurt, but his vision has not fully returned. He starts yelling about people interfering with his work, accidentally going into our house, but out again, and I start yelling at him “How would you like it if I came to your house and started blowing up things near your yard?”

Soon, there is another explosion, but in the other direction. My family and I go out to see and notice the devastation. The man is lying dead near where the porch had been. Two cars on our side of the street had been destroyed, one flipped. Oddly, the damage looks like an elongated splintery effect on the sides of the cars, almost like narrower metal barnacles. The porch is gone and the front and side walls of both front bedrooms. We tell our oldest daughter that “your room is gone” - although in real life it had been our oldest son’s room. Strangely, though, there is no debris, just the missing areas - and I contemplate how to set things up back to where they were. It also seems that none of our possessions were actually damaged.

However, I must first drag the man to the back and bury him. I am not certain if it was suicide or some sort of accident where he did not get away in time after deliberately planning it, but my main guess is probably suicide. I ask my wife where I should put him. I then decide to put him near the edge of the carport in the back. When I dig, I use a fairly small shovel, but get an amazing amount done for the size. There is a lot of junk mail on the carport, some smaller bundles of three to five in rubber-bands. The physical weight of the man seems fairly realistic, although he seems a bit small and thin on average. I throw him into the hole and start filling it up as well as tossing in some of the junk mail for filler. (Aha! - I incorrectly wrote “junk male” at first). It is close to the clothesline and I accidentally knock one orange t-shirt onto the ground so that it has to be washed again later. I am thinking the authorities might show up eventually - due to the massive explosion on the street - but by then, I will probably be finished and perhaps having dinner, though I am not sure the house could be “redone” by that point.

The orange t-shirt (and I notice others on the line) and the orange pennant up from the dog’s collar remind me of two things; the fact that my family (parents) lived near an orange grove and my father’s orange pennant (safety flag) on the back of a bicycle he rode (mostly when carrying something across the back baskets - I think this was a legal requirement).

In the last part of my dream, flowing into a hypnopompic state, I was hearing some truly horrible overly-modulated dubstep “music” and was getting the impression of a person marching through about four inches of mud, taking three or four of the same steps in time before each one forward. I am very annoyed and wake, working out that the “explosions” in my dream were caused by the Venetian blinds slapping against the window frame. (This is the second dream that was seemingly influenced by this.)

UPDATE: I am tentatively marking this as precognitive - because the imagery at one of the main points of more vivid perception turned out to be correct, except that the effect has been caused by tall growing grass coming out around the sides of the vehicle. There is no way we would have known that the neighbors would have left a vehicle like this for so long. Also, there has been some digging next door and an investigation by firemen (we had not called any authorities.)