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I walk through a portal that takes me up to this stone island floating in the air. Mostly it's this pillar of rough stone but the top, where I'm standing, is level. I walk around the tree in the center and through a second portal - this one takes me back down to the surface, just a few feet away from where I started. Superficially, it doesn't really seem like I'm doing anything aside from walking around - but the act of someone passing through the portals in sequence is leaving a mark, setting something up. I think of stitching a thread through fabric.

To get to the next portal I have to swim across a river. As I'm swimming, I think briefly about growing gills and just walking across the bottom, it might have been more pleasant. I decide to stick with what I've got.

The next portal takes me to an almost identical stone island, except this time there are five portals up here. I step through the first one, and it takes me only a few feet away, in front of the next portal. I'm exasperated by this setup, but I go with it, passing through each portal in sequence. But before I step through the last portal that should take me back to the surface, I step to the edge of the rock and look down, curious about where I am exactly.

Far below, I can see a mountain range. There are two rows cut into the side of the mountain, one on top of the other, with closely-spaced openings for doorways carved into the side of the rock. There are rooms inside - I walked along those paths on my way here. I remember looking up and seeing these two floating islands, and wondering how to get up there. But something occurs to me - I look around for the other floating island, the one I was on just before, and confirm it. Yes - it's still floating upside-down, with the flat surface and the tree on the bottom instead of the top, like an Escher sketch. When I was standing over there, I must have also been standing upside down, at least relative to here. I feel dizzy.

Two fuzzy unfocused non lucids

Walking along a wide promenade like place with my father in law. We started walking across a big chunky stupid looking shiny sliver bridge. From there I could see a pub on a corner I said to my father in law
'These places are great, coz bairns will meet their parents there instead of getting drunk'
'You think people will stop drinking?'
'Well, a couple maybe'
We then reached the end of the bridge and turned right. There was a churchy looking building that ahd a sign outside that said 'The Haunted Inn'

Walking towards my inlaws house. There were some House Sparrows on the grass. They were moaning to each other coz there was no food about. I pinched some fat balls off a hedge and threw them down for them. I then passed a lassie who was holding a rope which was looped around a tree. I went inside and my mum in law said 'Is that lassie still out there'
I said she was, to which she replied 'She's amazing!!'

Lucy, you did it again! I got another DILD this morning! I was dreaming that I was driving this car...it was such a beautiful scenery. Then, I approach this very steep hill and I thought to myself, "There is no way possible I will live if I go down that hill...this has got o be a dream!" For a split second, I thought about me driving down that hill, but I thought, "What if you go down that hill and die?" Don't try that as a reality check! I did my levitation RC instead and levitated and then like magic, everything stopped and I was lucid. I felt the vibrations and just laid there waiting to pop out but I never did. I could see my room through my closed eyelids so I concentrated on my third eye and the vibes came back, but I just couldn't wiggle out...sigh. Oh well, keep them coming Lucy!

NOTE TO SELF: What I should have realized was that I was already 'out' and just changed the dream scene

I was following my brother then did a RC realized i was in a dream. So i went into a different room but got stuck in a restroom with no door then i tried to go down the toilet to go to a waterpark but failed. After that i had a false awakening but somehow i knew i was still in a dream, did a RC knowing it would fail. I don't remember what happened after that.

1. I know I had a dream, but don't remember the details due to laziness. I woke up at the end and actually considered writing it down but decided to just go back to sleep.

2. I was participating in a race of some sort, yet I saw no one else. The first section was rather normal, simply running. That lead into jumping off of a platform and flying for a large portion of the race. The flying part wove in and out of odd structures and was quite fast. Oddly enough I could not see my limbs during this section. (I don't recall if I could during the first section, I simply noticed it here.) It ended with a rather terrifying moment of suddenly finding myself without the capacity for flight and plummeting down into a glass and metal tube leading under the ocean. I don't recall what method by which I traveled through there, I only recall seeing marine life and continuations of some of the odd structures underwater outside the glass walls. At the end of this section was a long slope downward that, oddly enough, ended on a platform around a hundred meters above the water. (And I could see my limbs again.)

From the platform, about a dozen different paths branched off. Some were conventional walkways with railings, some lacked the railings but were otherwise normal (Ignoring that none had supports and were floating so high), while others were odd creations of twisted wood or metal. All of the walkways headed in different directions and had seemingly random turns and intersections to them. In general, all of them lead downwards, though in a roundabout way. I ran along a relatively normal one for a time before feeling that I needed to move faster and dropping off the edge to one of the more twisted, broken paths a short distance below. From there I got a running start and jumped to a path that was only a thin black bar and swung off of it to reach another path. I dropped down from there to another broken path, receiving a nasty cut on my arm and hand as I clipped a ragged edge on metal on the way. This constant dropping down, swinging off of bars, and running along paths continued for a time before I made a running leap a good distance across and down and landed hard on a smaller platform.

Five paths branched off of the platform a short distance and each ended. One was a standard walkway, another a staircase, two were simply black metal beams, about fifteen centimeters wide that sloped down and had a couple of sharp turns. I started down the metal beam to my left. I stopped just before the end when I saw a sign that, after a moment to decipher, said 'Incorrect Path.' I caught myself just before sliding off into a good fifty meter drop into the ocean below and clambered my way back to the platform. From there I chose the normal walkway (concrete floor with low, solid, black metal walls) and ran to the end of it and down a staircase. I saw a door and rushed towards it but stopped just before it. The scene seemed to distort, like static, for a moment and words appeared on the door. As before, they read 'Incorrect Path' though the letters occasionally switched into distorted shapes before returning to normal. (Usually one or two at a time) Then I heard someone call out from behind. Before I turned, the words changed to 'Don't turn around.' I did anyway, there was no other place to go without a long fall. At the top of the stairs was a woman whose appearance shifted in a similar fashion to the words from before, with specific aspects going to static, changing, then returning to normal. Her voice did the same and she said something about not leaving. I tried to get past her but the moment I got near my vision turned odd and I ended up elsewhere.

I'm not sure how I got back to it, but I ended up on the small platform again. This time I noticed that all of the paths said incorrect at the start (The words were not there previously and floated in front of each) save for the normal path, which had no words. I took that path again, thinking that it might have a different result. I ended at the same door, and it once again said incorrect path with distorted words. I turned, and sure enough there was the woman again. Though this time not distorted. That was when I woke up.

Constantine

Yep, I was rewatching one of the episodes before bed. This one was really confusing and full of symbolism I don't even remember now. Going into my bathroom in the duplex and hearing a song, and then singing it, and being able to see out onto the patio from the bathroom. The lights weren't working. Then I was pushing my desk chair back into my room from the hallway. When I opened the door, my hands were no longer on the back of the chair but on a man's shoulders. It was demon-Constantine. I was telling him about the music I'd heard and the lights not working. I'm trying not to be disturbed by his appearance, his skin is grey and his clothes are soaking wet. I know I need to move him, but I don't remember why.
"What were you singing?"
"It was just a song..." I reply.
"It wasn't just a tune, love. You know that."
The lights flash on and off, bright like lightning. He turns his head to look at me. "Are you going to finish it, then?"
"If I can."
"Good. At least one of us will be out of this mess."

Dreamviews Pub

After whatever the hell that last thing was, I sank deeper into sleep, thinking about the dream I'd just had and how I would type it up. I found myself in the Dreamviews Pub. The walls were paneled in rich dark wood, there were booths lining the walls, and round tables out in front of the bar where I stood. There was a young woman with curly blond hair to my immediate left. CanisLucidus walked up and ordered a drink. He may have ordered one for me too because suddenly there was a large glass full of alcohol in front of me. I tried to tell him about the dream I just had, but as he got his drink he went to stand on the other side of the girl. He apologized, saying he was doing some sort of survey and though he was listening, it would be a minute before I had his full attention. The girl seemed flattered that he was standing next to her and thought he was there to flirt.
Meanwhile, he randomly asked me questions that were on the survey, like "Are you more likely to exert yourself physically or spiritually at the end of a long day?" Meanwhile, the girl kept interrupting and became increasingly rude about us talking.
He asked me if I wanted to sit, and I'm awkward so I start to decline until he makes it clear he's getting a stool for himself too, then he retrieved two chrome bar stools from somewhere. He sat down and pushed one over toward me, before I even had my hands on the damn thing she freaks out.
"What are you doing? She didn't come in with us." The woman snaps. I start to extract myself from the conversation, it's not that important...
Canis held up his hand to stop me, with a slow blink, he smiled a little and turned his focus to the woman. He said cheerfully "If you don't like it, you should sit somewhere else."
The woman scowls and stalks off to a different table. While she was still in earshot, he said the most fantastically perfect insult and, of course, I don't remember the wording. Something like "What a shame, ruining a pretty package with that awful face."

The dream recycled and I was still trying to tell him about the two dreams I'd just had. o.O

Injured Dog, Desperate Factions

Sadly this is all fuzzy now, it was so vivid at the time. There were two factions, they were not equal. One was considered lesser. They had raised a boy of the Higher faction, and hoped that he would be the one to change things, he could prove that their faction was not lesser at all. Then we see him with a woman of the Higher faction and she's twisting his point of view to match her own. It turns dangerous because the boy is ambitious and reckless. He thinks we of the Lesser have lied to him all these years and hates us for it. A fight breaks out and we end up on the run.
We had a large dog, seriously...it was the size of a bear. I am running with one of the others down a hallway and I see him laying on his side in a breezeway. I see two others of my faction with him, but they had to leave. I settled down next to him, aside from his size he had the coat of a boxer, brown with white markings. His eyes are rolled back into his head, and his breath is labored. I make sure he has food and water nearby and lay down by his side. I wonder if he still knows me, or if he'll get confused and attack. I'm worried he's going to die while I'm asleep.

I feel like a lot of time has passed. I am the boy now who was raised by the Lesser Faction and defected to follow the woman. We're in a mansion, the girl I betrayed (me!) is nearby and her group is closing in on us. It's important that they don't find us before we get what we came here for. The Woman has left me instructions and a grappling hook that I can use to climb into the higher reaches of the mansion. The walls are all white plaster, high ceilings and great expanses of windows looking out into the soft blue night. I follow the Woman's path down a short hallway and into an area with...pillars that start out short and increase in height, leading to the upper level. They aren't steps, they're too far apart for that. I guess it's time to use the hook. I pause for a moment. I feel lonely. I don't like where this path has taken me. I know now that the Woman only pretended to love me, that she used me to further her agenda against the Lesser Faction.
I hear movement and know they are close. I sight up my arm and concentrate to release the grapple. (Yay for lucid impulses that don't work!), I try again. Nope. I cut through the narrow area between the pillars before I come to one that's about 7 feet tall. Surely I can get on top of it...

With a little effort I lift myself up onto the pillar and hide in the shadow of a taller one. The girl I betrayed (ME!) doesn't see me. Somehow I know that the dog has died because that thing was always at her heels, and that he isn't now means he must be dead. That makes me sad, too.
I continue to the Woman. She has greying blond, chin-length hair, she's thin like a scarecrow, wearing a flowing pale blue dress. She's standing at a table, mixing a potion. It's supposed to be a seeking potion to help us find what we came here for.
I know I shouldn't, but I lean forward and try to kiss her on the cheek. She pretends that she wasn't expecting it and that some slight movement to retrieve another ingredient made her turn away. She chides me, saying it isn't the time...but I already know it never will be. What did I give up for this cold, snake of a woman?

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Plantation in the garden

I went out of my home to the nearby fields. It was cloudy, dark afternoon. With my parents we made a plantation of exotic plants. There were six furrows surrounded by ditches with water. We had many random plants, like coffe, tea or oranges growing there. The most memorable were small trees that gave red-brown, big fruits similar to peaches. It was time to harvest the hard earned fruit. I was watching the workers so they could not take anything. Then I talked with my father to ask about the soil preparation method for the more requiring plants. He told me that remains of what was harvested must be burned on the fields, and that we lost a few workers to this technique, as in some places the fire was still raging under the shell made of ash. This created some kind of land mines, burning anything that would walk on them and break the shell composed of ash.

Drinking some wine

I was sitting in my kitchen. I took the bottle of wine, and I poured some of alcohol into the glass. Before I could drink it, the dream ended.

*Unintentionally incubated this non-lucid when I was thinking that it would be good to make ToTM with chugging whole bottle of wine, right before falling asleep.*

Troubles with energy

I saw some kind of a map. There were roads and icons representing lightnings moving on them. They all ended up in one place, leading to troubles with energy in the local area.

I am in Las Vegas again with my parents this time. My mom asks me to grab her a beer, and for some reason she is the the size of a small fairy. I ask the bartender what the smallest size is and point out how small my mom is at the moment. He asks me for me ID and I give him my fake. He gives me the beer but for some reason leaves. I then realize he did not give me my fake back so I start to get super sketched out. I look around the bar for my fake to no avail so I decide to just leave quickly. I wonder out of the casino and end up in a new scene. In this scene I am at a party at the very top floor of a skyscraper. Marshall is there and a lot of my friends but kids keep trying to get into fights with me. I say that I can't because I'm already facing a misdemeanor. At one point I step outside the skyscraper to the balcony which is made of sketchy wood. It is super dark and gloomy and I see a giant volcano to the left of me.

The dream begins with me driving around in my car and I stop at a light. Two cute Chinese girls hop in my car unexpectedly and want to take a picture together. It is kind of hard to take the picture because I am driving so we stop at this sick mansion looking house. We go in to take a picture together and all of a sudden the hotter Asian girl starts making out with me. She takes me upstairs and we have some pretty unbelievable sex
. Then Spencer just randomly barges in and starts to use the bathroom. I tell at him to get out but he takes his time.

I was in a subterranean area that resembled a water ride from an amusement park, then I was outside and as though I were playing Minecraft I went into someone's "One-block-column" tower that they had been building and I mined some blocks above and then put some blocks below me several times while other "Players" (Note that in Minecraft there is a fan-made modification to the game that turns the player models into Ponies like from MLP: FIM) were below me (Not in the very next space as I still had something to stand on) and the other people were doing the same thing until I got to a certain point where it looked as though I lit a beacon that said "I am the Milkman. My milk is delicious." to a lot of people in the area and someone thought he wasn't going to some nearer because he didn't want to come closer to that craziness; it was like a beacon and it reminds me of a particular reply on Youtube that I made to someone who said something very stupid in a MLP: FIM video.

I lived in an apartment that had a glass wall looking out on the community swimming pool from my living room, and there was a door there that was not locked. So others would invade my home. I told management but they refused to do anything about it.

Fragment 2: I had a tiny pill, and it magically grew to be a large fruity candy sandwich with separate parts. It was tasty.

23:59 pre-bedtime visualizations intentions
12:12 bedtime

03:13 no recall

several small position change wakings, was on stomach at a few points

04:44 recall, WBTB drink cup of milk eat small piece of bread

+ driving car on streets going through confusing traffic lights, cities on the river, drive to store, packets of BBQ sauce, fireworks at house

In a car driving on streets in traffic. Several times approach traffic lights, and the lights turn off. Does a turned off light mean you can go or you have to stop? Second time this happens I see traffic going? I decide to go, turning left street bends to the left, choosing which lane to go into, 2nd from left?

Thinking about/telling about cities along the river, how one city is between other cities along the river.

I drive to a store and pull up and stop, get out go in I'm delivering a bunch of packets of BBQ sauce. I pull the packets out of my pocket and one bursts and stains the lower right portion of my shirt, I head to the bathroom to wash up (I taste the sauce?). A girl is talking about how she wants to construct the drink cooling apparatus, a medium sized machine that they will fill with cooling stuff including a bunch of tomatoes which will keep things cold? I don't think the tomatoes will work.

I arrive at a house on suburban street I've brought stuff for a party including packs of fireworks (like sparkler sticks) in bags, standing on street next to driveway of party house, a friend takes one and sets it off: he spins around in a circle several times and sets off the firework while spinning, and the firework maintains the spin and corkscrews up into the sky and explodes, I think it's interesting how it maintained the spin. Another friend takes one and sets it off, it doesn't go high, it forms a short word that floats around a circle from the party house driveway to the house across the street and almost hits the garage door of the other house. Friend disappointed in this but I say no it was really cool. Another friend grabs a firework and sets it off, I say "OK, do I have to go hide these in the house?" (it's not time for them yet). I then discover packets of BBQ sauce in my pants will, I've forgotten to deliver them I'll have to return, somebody (wife?) asks if I really have to.


04:53 BTB

Long long long back to sleep. 1.5-2 hours easily probably. Did "relaxing SSILD" for a while, including long cycles. Takes a while for my mind to settle down but eventually start to get the drowsy feeling. Almost got up but felt the beginnings of sleepiness so stayed with it. What worked at last was total letting go on every exhale both physical and mental. Fair bit of almost dream-like (people) HI.

09:24

+ (f) bed mother pee, friend DD

+ nuns(?) are fixing poop plumbing something's clogged

They (women, nuns?) want to try opening up the poop plumbing to see if it's fixed, I really don't want to do that since I do not see a shutoff valve and the pipes are all disconnected still so if I turn it on a bunch of poop is going to come out. They're pouring water into one of the intermediate holes and it's flowing out from the hole right next to it, I think that means it's still clogged somewhere

+ DO woman walking outside drunk guys bothering her, giant comes to defend her pushes them away; talking to man & woman man funny head/nose, talking about literature?; leaving room and return a table is in front of the door

I'm flying DO about 20 feet up over the scene looking down, several obviously drunk guys are following and bothering a woman, then there's a male giant there who bats them away from her.

Talking to some guy and a girl, his head has a ridge along the center top like a Klingon, I say something about this and he presses the ridge down and it vanishes but his nose simultaneously grows very large: it must be either one or the other. Discussing something about literature I say something (forgot).

I leave a room, do something, then return, I see that upon my return a fairly large table has been placed in front of the door, I think this is a good way to keep people from entering. I'm inside the door looking out and notice there is a little path in between the door and the wall.

+ our group walking to convenience stood want microwave burrito people have cake, friend EMW runs store, wait for refund, EMW piano keyboard behind counter, plays riff from concert piece

Our group is heading to the convenience store for snacks, walking in twilight coming around a path bending to the right, others are already returning, they're carrying plates of cake, 1-2 thin rectangular small slices of cake lying sideways on a dinner plate. I think I want something more substantial like a microwave burrito. Approaching store I see someone slicing cake and handing it to someone. Enter the store, this is my friend from boy scouts EMW's store (false memory)! He's sitting behind the counter to the left. He told me (false memory) that the first time in his store he would get me stuff for free! I keep waiting for him to offer to give me free things but he never does. I think it's because I'm here with a group. Our total is around $5. I see he's sitting at a piano keyboard as part of the counter, and recall (false memory) he's a great pianist, and ask him to play a section from his recent competition piece, and he quickly plays a fast run with a strong chord at the end and I think it sounds great.

+ class discussion friends driveway blueberry plant CS question, RB wife can't solve, I give speech about learning new things

Standing in a driveway unknown location outdoors daylight, a bunch of people are there it's a class of some sort. I'm standing on the edge of the driveway at the street on the right-side facing the house. Boy scout friend RB is there in front of me. The subject of discussion are the computer science properties of a potted blueberry plant. RB's wife (to RB's right) seems confused and doesn't know the answer, I know it has to do with constants. RB says "hey that's her, not me" he doesn't want to be blamed for her not knowing. I take the potted plant in my hands and look at it, it is lovely with green leaves and purple flowers? There are about 20 little shoots of the plant growing out of the pot. I feel sorry for RB's wife and show the plant to her and say "at least you can appreciate the beautify of the plant" trying to make her feel better. Then I make a long speech about how "those of us who have been working in CS and reading for 5, 10, 20, 40 years know all of these examples instinctively without having to think. If I were to take up a subject new to me, like particle physics, I wouldn't know the axioms of the subject, the compound and the …(can't think of word for fundamentals) atomic principles of the subject, they would be new to me". The teacher nods his head and says "good job, <my name>"

Morning of January 16, 2015. Friday.



In the first scene in my dream, I end up fishing near an isolated boathouse (east of where I am) for a short time, and I get the impression it is near the Black River in La Crosse (though I have not fished there in over twenty years). It is not really my intention to fish at first, and I am aware that I do not have a fishing license, but I discover that I have a fishing rod so I decide to try it to see if anything happens. There is already a larger treble hook on my line with no bait. Even though there is no bait, I lower the line close to the wharf into the murky water. I am hoping no one else shows up, especially if I catch a fish. After vividly (and accurately) feeling movement related to my line, I realize that the hook may become snagged on man-made debris or aquatic plants. Such is the case the first couple of times I feel tugs when reeling back in, but then there is an obvious weight pulling and moving the line for a time. At first I think it may be a large, perhaps even dangerous fish, but It turns out to only be a bluegill and I lift it up out of the water fairly quickly.

I am soon more clearly aware of being bilocated in the kitchen on Loomis Street and the specific area I had been fishing in is bilocated with the Loomis Street bathroom, near the bathtub, but in a very subtle “invisible” sense for the most part, other than the kitchen features being more in view at one point. I am mostly also still outside on a wharf fishing in the river. My wife walks into the kitchen aka wharf (more specifically - an ambiguous composite perspective of being indoors and outdoors at the same time but quite common in my dreams since earliest memory) and I say to her, “look at this” with the idea that I could catch more fish and - as I am already in the kitchen - could just clean them as I catch them for a meal later on. However, due to the ambiguity of the bilocated features, I decide to throw the fish back (even though I sense it will not live) in case a game warden shows up on the wharf.

After I pull the hook out of the fish’s gills (where it was mostly snagged) with very well-rendered aspects at this point (including sense of touch), and throw it back, my dream shifts into a completely different scenario…

It is related to a dark-haired male that had recently graduated from high school, though there are several other unknown people around. This is a fictional tulpa-like character and persona that I created (from scratch) in the 1980s, named Alan T. Another character, also tulpa-based, yet somewhat reminiscent of Christian Slater, is another relevant character. From here, my dream begins to make fun of the incomprehensibly stupid idea “your mind cannot create new people”. I find this interesting since it follows the other dream scene relative to a real-life event where a fabricated charge of fishing without a license was given when I was younger (the officer actually took my valid license to hide it in an attempt to make it look like I did not have one, but then decided to give it back when I mentioned my brother-in-law was the other male in the area - though his report had already been fabricated as such and appeared as such - “fishing without a license” - in court). I think this combined set of dream scenes (at least to this point) has to do with the fact that much of mainstream society has no credibility or validity in what they say or believe, especially certain forms of “let’s just randomly fill-in-the-blanks” authority. My real-life false arrest was mostly to meet a quota (I even heard them talking about this from another room at the time) - and is in complete contrast to naïve people who believe you have to do something wrong to be arrested or go to jail. I pleaded “no contest”, meaning “guilty” (relevant to time already served in this case - only because my brother-in-law was ready to go to the newspaper and expose them if I was not released) for a false charge based on a nonexistent event and fabricated report - and it is my strong belief (again, based on experience) that this probably happens all the time but no one really says or does anything.

In my dream, Alan seems concerned over why he cannot remember Eddie (the other tulpa). This is something to do with a wampum belt being similar to rosary beads in trying to recover lost memories. The scene “resets” and repeats at least once. I talk to the tulpa Alan, asking if his name is Alan, and he says yes. He seems suspicious of his own past and the idea of “fictional people” (even though I am not lucid or focused on the idea of dreaming of fictional characters). Eddie seems to find this all amusing and actually seems aware of my dream’s “reset” and repeat of meeting Alan, though Alan does not remember what had just happened minutes ago. Eventually, the scenario loses cohesion and the scene shifts completely again.

Kenny and Karen’s house in Florida is now in Wisconsin and about four houses south of my sister’s old home on Loomis Street. I look inside through the front door and note that Kenny and Karen are not living there. Instead, there are two unknown people; male and female. The unknown male is sitting on an armchair facing the open front door. An unknown girl rides by on a bicycle, heading south. I call out to her (“hey”) and mentally “demand” she joins me (though I do not know her name). She gets off her bicycle and approaches me but then soon goes into the house with the other unknown people. More new fictional people show up. An older very unusual-looking lady (too unusual to be a real human face but still perceived as such) hugs me. Her hips are too far apart to be those of a real human being and she is otherwise apparently skinny. Even though I am not lucid, a residual conscious thought is present for a short time and that is…the idea “your mind cannot create new people” is far more absurd every time you hear it, almost “snowballing” (exponentially) in its stupidity. This is especially true in that people’s features in dreams are sometimes completely unlike actual human beings (not quite “alien” in many cases, but too unusual to be linked to real human faces - like many other surreal aspects of dreams). My wife Zsuzsanna is eventually with me. I am soon with the rest of my family and the unknown people, of whom there are about a dozen or so standing near the road in some sort of outdoor neighborhood party, perhaps.

At this point, a large rocking horse appears in the street. This seems to be some sort of untimely catalyst of some kind. My dream shifts into its most unusual stage. I get on the rocking horse (being fully aware of my present age; an atypical perspective oddly enough) and sit comfortably as it speeds down the street (without wheels of any kind) while rocking very slowly at the same time. I enjoy the feeling of incredible horizontal speed as well as the simultaneous quite slow rocking back and forth. It is almost like a trip to my “final destination” (likely due to an extreme dehydration and hyperventilation event, due to me being stupid just a couple of days ago - when I thought that was “the end” for me and I almost collapsed in the street - coincidentally, my wife’s closest friend’s husband did collapse in the street elsewhere, though actually died). During this time, the sky above plays a loud and dramatic fictional instrumental version (like the Henry Mancini version but about twice as fast and with deeper, louder strings in the lead) of “Windmills of Your Mind”. (This song - the original version - always sounded “wrong” to me due to the slower speed relative to the contrast of its otherwise torrent-like melody, but I still came to like it. When I performed it on organ or accordion, I did play it much faster.)

I ride the rocking horse up and down the same street (turning back upon arriving at the Loomis and Gillette intersection each time) about six times.

I eventually stop and get off where I started from, and meet with my wife again, who is now a teenager. I notice that my clothes are uncomfortably filled with dusty heavy gravel from the street (even though it is an urban paved street in reality). Gravel in my clothes is possibly a play on “grave”.

I Walked into this room with 4 fish tanks all around. This lady walked in with a group of people so I joined the crowd. She told us we had to pick only 1 fish. And I walked up to this fish tank and there were like these eel type things but they weren't eels and they were fatter. There was this sparkly blue one and this faded green one. I wanted the blue one so she picks it up and I open my bag for her to put it in and she drops two of them in there and you just here this loud smack and I freaked out Cuz she just dropped my fish. And then they got mad and started coming out of the bag and I freaked out and dropped them. There was the blue one and then there was a red one. She wanted me to help her catch them and showed me how to pick them up. So I did and I picked up the red one and when I was walking over to her it bit me on three on my fingers and there were these two red dots on each one

I was walking on the street. Or waiting for a bus. Or someone is waiting for a bus at night. It was dark. The waiting shed. Bruno is waiting for the bus or a car. A car light shone on him as a couple of foreigner show concern about him being there alone.

I was watching some sort of zombie movie. There was a bus careening down the street without the driver. The zombie somehow became much more muscled and was clinging on the back of the bus. The guy inside has super strength despite being of a smaller frame than the steroid zombie. He punched through the "door" at the back of the bus, ripping apart the oversized arms of the zombie in the process.

I was in a mall. I was a guard? I was carrying some stuff from outside (not within my view as I can only see inside the mall) helping some people. I saw a toddler walk inside and was concerned that she's alone. I "heard" the "word" that meant "being with" and "a couple" (two people, not romantically. I think). I saw her stop near a small set of wide stairs (just two steps up). She walked toward the right (looking from "outside" the mall).

I was in Rob's place. I was talking to with Rob about something, and he said a word or some words that are inappropriate around kids. Sarah was there as well. Forgot what we were talking about. Rob was sitting down, Sarah was standing up. The kids were moving about.