There's a party full of drunk and pretty people I've gotten caught up in; it's being held in the honor of someone I don't really know, and when a group splits off for the private party, I go with them. The door closes behind me and Jules. Jules is dead sober - I'm not - and he doesn't look amused. I'm talking to him about the person I've been trying to meet up with, a guy who's meant to be part of this group of party people somewhere; I'd first met him in a cell in Bangladesh, where I'd been trying to track down a particular object. I'm trying to stir Jules' memory of that time, but he just nods, goes yeah, yeah - he's annoyed. He says, "Was I shot?" in a tone that suggests this happens frequently, and is probably my fault. "In the left arm," I tell him. He looks at the fingers of that arm, and I see a mental image of the neck of a stringed instrument. The implication is that getting shot affected his ability to play. Jules says, less annoyed now, "I do remember that one."
I’m in the ICU helping out. D is there with a patient and I put an IV in her. I get it the first time and I’m impressed. I talk to D about her care. She’s pretty stable. As I start the IV I make sure I have control of the flow. I tell her it might hurt at first when the fluid goes in. She cringes in pain but it passes. I explain to her that she’s getting regular fluid because she’s dehydrated, not any medication. She had no idea and she’s very thankful I’m being open with her. She tells me she is so impressed with me and the way I handled the doctor (She doesn’t know D is my husband and not a doctor). There’s a fire alarm and we have to evacuate. I notice I never locked her bed and it moves as she does. I lock it and then promptly unlock it to leave. I’m the only one in the elevator and have to ask a Filipino maintenance worker which floor I”m supposed to go to. I had pressed level 1 but he told me level 2. I forget to change it on the elevator and we end up going all the way to 1. I press 2 and we have to wait. It made for a very long elevator ride. I guess it’s just like a big city hospitals, I thought. The patient started slumping over in her bed and looking pale. I asked if she was ok and she responded sluggishly. I raised the head of her bed. This happened a couple of times. I took her to the cafeteria to get her something to eat. The patient is sitting in the middle of a booth. I ask the patient if she wants saltine cracker or graham cracker. She tells me graham cracker so I go to find some. I realize I’m suddenly pushing her in a wheel chair and realize I’m dreaming. I leave her in the hallway and go into a hotel room where a hot and horny porn guy is laying in bed. I jump in the bed and say, “Guess what? This is a dream!” He kinda chuckles. “I’ll prove it to you!” I pick up a pack of peppermint candies from the bed and tell him to guess what’s in the package. He doesn’t but I imagine they’re miniature spearmint gums. I open it and they are! I laugh. He starts making out with me and after a few seconds I get up because I don’t want to lose lucidity to a sex dream. I go over to the window and think about things I’ve wanted to do while lucid. Flying! I could just jump out of this window! He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I look down and realize we’re very, very high up. I start getting nervous. What if I”m not dreaming and I just jump out of the window and fall to my death? “This is a dream, right?” I look back at him and ask. He just chuckles...he's proving very unhelpful and dull. I try pinching my nose (which never works for me) and am confused by the ambiguous results. That must mean I'm dreaming. He finally suggests to start out small. Great idea! Suddenly I’m on the road and think of getting onto some awnings on the city street to jump off of. He doesn’t think that’s a great idea. Then I had another idea! I took a few steps to my right and found myself in the center of major high speed traffic. I started jumping and flying over cars as they passed. I saw a lot of Idaho license plates, but it makes sense because this is Vegas. After doing that a few times I start flying without stopping by using a swimming motion. My calve starts burning and I figure it is cramping in real life, so I try to relax and keep going. I look behind me and my lover has gotten on some kind of silver flying machine and flies away. I go into a more secluded area that is really green with lots of trees. Suddenly I’m walking down a stone path thinking about my step-dad’s family road tripping around the U.S. I think it’s because I assumed I was now in the midwest. I come across these large stone baths aligned in a courtyard. I get into one. I’m trying to think of what I want to do. I thought about practicing summoning someone from nothing. I stood up and faced a wall. “When I turn around there will be…” I can’t think of anything I want to summon. I decide to try and bring that guy back but I have no idea who he was. I thought I recognized him but I can’t think of why. So I decided to keep it vague and summoned a similar hot guy. I turned around and nobody was there. I decided to start making out with the imaginary guy to see if he would appear. He didn’t and I was just making out with the stone. I leave and find something else to do. I go out into the courtyard and see a calf with bright patterns. It looked like he was wearing a sweater but he wasn’t. How cute. Then I decide to find a door so that I could open the door and find myself somewhere new. In my search for a door I wander onto someone’s New Zealand property and start getting followed by an older lady. She is highly annoyed with my shenanigans. I find a beautiful clear stream that has bright purple and green patches of moss in the middle and on the sides. I jump from patch to patch and they are so soft and bouncy. “How beautiful!” I exclaim with a big smile on my face. I think about making small talk but don’t want to push her. Somehow I find myself watching a screen of different movie choices. They were old Disney ones with Hillary Duff. One started playing and was comprised of two women having sex with a man. One of them was an actress I recognized. They were contorted and the point of view kept changing so it was a bit confusing. But I could almost feel one of the woman’s impending orgasms. Then she climaxed and everything stopped. They started congratulating her and telling her she did a good job and I accidentally entered the movie. She had given birth and the baby shot into another room. I found the body of what was supposed to be a baby except it only had a torso and one arm. It also had a tattoo. It was six months overdue. It was odd so I continued to my mission. The room I was in looked like my grandma’s living room and I was holding a type of flexible, pink/orange conch shell that kinda looked like a vagina. I put something in the center and rubbed to try and change it’s shape but it didn’t work. I closed the sliding wood door and held the shell in my hands like it was magical. That gave me the idea to imagine myself on the set of Once Upon a Time. I didn’t visualize anything particular, just the idea. So when I opened the doors it was just my living room with a few women on the couch. “Oh well.” I said. They looked at me with wide eyes, confused. I stared back, threw my arms in the air and jumped up while shouting, “woohoo!” at my lucid victories. I smiled big and ran into my room, where I woke up. What a great way to start a new month! I learned that I have to be very specific with my requests and intentions to make things happen in my lucid dreams.
01.12.2015Changing COD Username Never Felt So Hard (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m trying to change my username in a Call of Duty-esque related game, but as I’m doing this, I hear the bantering from two females that seem to have intentions of me not changing my username. I eventually do it, but it was just too annoying. Then, when I tried to get on a server, I think I had to step into a portal to get into a game, but when I did so, and went around it, someone immediately killed me. It was an Asian male, and he was wearing a gray shirt with dark jeans. He had long hair that stretched all the way to his neck, and was probably in his early 30s. I was irritated, and left the game. _________________________ 01.12.2015Trying to Save Someone through Non-Sequential Tasks (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m trying to save someone, but I don’t know who in particular, and some sprite-animated anime girl with white hair, faded violet long trench coat, red shirt, and white tank top informs me that if I followed her instructions very clearly, I could save them. It starts out, or my recall of it starts out with her instructing me, as if she’s talking to me via mind voice, of having to save certain images in certain formats that don’t really resonate to their respective formats. The one that I remembered the most out of the rest was her telling me to save a picture of Tsunade from the Naruto Shippuden series smiling in an .android format. I was easily able to find an image, but it was most of her face being cut off, and it was in black and white. I tried saving it the easy way of erasing the extension of the picture/gif, but wasn’t able to, for some reason. So, there’s this program that comes out of nowhere, the software-converter-ex-machina, which comes with all the formats I needed. I navigated through the software for a little bit, and it has some bland color of a dirtied-up vanilla, and the arrows to scroll down had this old Windows style to it. I eventually saved it as an .android, and the moment I did this, some black rectangle with green words were portrayed transiently. The girl professed to me that the next thing I had to do was play same sprite-based, adventure game on the same computer/laptop I’m on. She gives me a vague concept of the plot of the game, or at least the deterrent set up that would make it somewhat tedious. There were these female entities where if your character had their back facing them, they would subsequently slash behind your back, and it would be quite graphic a full of gore. I tried the first time to see if that would actually be the case, which it did. When I started navigating through the game, things became blurry for a bit, and I received some kind of message of ways I can figure out where I can find the person I’m trying to save. Within the message, I had two attachments of .xls documents, or Excel related documents. If I could figure out how to assess the instructions, the same black rectangle would show up on-screen with some green text, and a green checkmark with a rotating circle behind it confirming I solved it. I believe the Tsunade picture was part of the objective, now that I think about it. I’m on my way to figure out the second .xls document, but I can’t recall what happens next.
I was looking forward and realized that I was now seeing stars rather than blackness. They looked a bit blurry, though, so I focused on them some more to make them vivid. I concentrated on transporting myself past a star in order to fly into outer space. I started off slow, but quickly picked up speed. In a few seconds, the stars flew by me at a great speed. I stopped myself and concentrated on transforming into a dolphin. I could hardly move, though. I put my legs out in front of me thinking it might be easier which it was. My legs melded together and I had a nice dolphin tail. I was able to put my tail behind me and enjoy the feel of it. I tried to get used to it more so it's easier to get in the future. My attention switched to the basic TOTM. I looked around and saw there was a few dcs. I picked an overweight, middle aged, man with square, thick framed glasses. "What would be a good task of the month?" I asked. "That's too much information", he said. "What would be something that would be fun to do in a dream? You know what a dream is, right?" I said. The dc just the gist of the question and thought about it. "Write something down with a pencil and think about it." he said. "Write something down with a pencil in a dream and think about it?" "Yeah" "That's a good idea!" I said sarcastically. I woke up.
It's currently a gloomy, windy, rainy start to Winter here and it's clear by now that the season affects me...I don't get SAD I just don't go out much, I don't get that all-important sun...that needs to change. Not many remembered dreams at the moment but I'm persevering with mantras and attempts to up my awareness...less impatience, steady forward-plod....I'm in that blessed state where I know I CAN do it I just need to find better ways. So, after a total of 8 hours sleep and a WBTB I achieved a short lucid this morning. I think it was borderline because it was dark and there was no vividness but that blessed realization “this is a dream” popped up. I seemed to be in a seaside town, with 2 companions and we could see the lights of the town centre in the distance as we moved towards it. Yesterday afternoon, as I sat down to meditate, I started by doing fairly deep conditioning re my main dream signs (not just reciting mantras, instead really picturing scenarios that contained the signs, as I mentally said things like “I'm dreaming...I'm lucid...I remember my dreams” (well buck up on that last one lately) and it may have made the difference. In the lucid I'm pleased that I immediately went through reality checks...but forgetting to check my hands (which I love doing...that and pressing walls, which I did do) but already I could feel it slipping and I started to spin and it stabilized. I had pre-determined to look around and check everything but it was dark (a sign I think that I was always right on the edge of lucidity) Then it slipped again and I woke. I need the brain boost that I think my new mate Psi could provide. The time is right, the conditions are right and I just need to find where he hangs out and that's the hard part. I thought I'd found him recently but, apparently, it was just someone who looked like him...gotta be careful, he has some really nasty companions...can't risk getting on their wrong side. I really need a change of local scenery...lots of fields with grazing cattle etc...places to walk and think things over and search... Still ticking...
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Went to bed around 23.30, then spent until midnight reading, though it was an ebook. Couldn't fall asleep for perhaps an hour and slept until somewhere between 08:00 and 08:30, also waking up somewhere during the night. Stayed in bed until 09:00 before writing all this down. I feel like I had a dream where I was very aware to my situation, maybe even lucid, but I can't recall it. I just have this feeling that it occurred. Kiss I'm with Alexandra and Vitri. We're chilling somewhere, I guess inside. The girls are both about 1 metre in front of me. Alexandra is a bit to the left, Vitri a bit to the right. I think they're laying down. I myself am seated. I assume on a lower level, because the height difference between our heads is less than it should be if someone is laying down and the other is sitting upright. At some point Alexandra does something with her head to indicate that she wants a kiss from me. I give her a quick kiss on the lips. After the fact I consider the fact that I have a girlfriend. Still, it doesn't really feel like I did something wrong, as Alexandra also just kissed.. [I don't know. It doesn't feel like she kissed Vitri, but she is the only other person I recall being there]. It's more of a friendly thing in my mind. Embarrassing I'm in class. It has the feel of my highschool. My best friend, who I went to highschool with, is with me. The teacher asks us all if we agree to talk about a certain topic. It's a topic that we're gonna consider to be embarrassing. We're ok with it, I guess. My friend is first. I'm not really looking forward to my turn. As part of this assignment or another one, someone decides to dress up. I think it might have been another good friend of mine, who I also went to highschool with. Suddenly at some point he decides he doesn't want to do it this way. Instead, he gets back in his suit (or the suit is his way of dressing up for this assignment). He is in the back of the room and lies down on a couch. It's all an act. He receives a phone call. It's from the teacher at the front of the class. She called him to help his act. He says something and the teacher, reading from a script, replies back. As I'm standing close to the teacher, I can hear my friend's voice coming through her phone. Presenting There are presentations. I think at first we have to hold them outside on a walking bridge, with the rest of the group being seated on ground level. One of my lecturers from uni is in charge. There are maybe 15 - 20 people working in groups. We're seated in 2 rows on white, plastic chairs. I'm seated on the backrow, with my partner Dr. Dre [who seems not as big as in real life] sitting before me. I'm not feeling too confident about presenting and I would like him to do it. He says he doesn't wanna do it and smoothly moves to the backrow. Aw come on man! Dr. Dre! As if he's afraid of public appearances. I'm up on the walking bridge. Something about this dream has something to do with Van der Valk [hotels located along the highway]. Maybe that's where we are. I'm doing my presentation, talking about several key points of a certain article. I'm not very well prepared however. After a while it's someone else's turn and I remain up on the walking bridge as well. We're now seated in a room. Ce'Nedra [character in a book I'm reading] is standing in front. I can't recall exactly what she was doing. I don't think it was presenting. She's wearing a big dress. Close to her feet, just behind/to the side of her is an owl. It has a certain mystique, but also a cartoony look. Someone tells her to watch out for the owl, as this is the one that we've been waiting for that will give her a valuable clue. Instead she moves about wildly. Idiot. For some reason her dress has disappeared, but she is still wearing clothes. FIFA I'm playing FIFA with Tim, a classmate from highschool. The only thing is that it's sort of real. I'm on the field and I'm actually going through all the movements. In my mind it's still FIFA though. At some point, the ball exits the field close to the goal post of the opponent. The ref doesn't see it and the game continues. Our team manages to score, but the ref also doesn't notice this, even though the ball was very obviously in the goal. Tim asks me what's up and I tell him that I'm not sure what's occurring. I also tell him that at the point where the ball exited the field, some World of Warcraft stuff was occurring over there. Played FIFA for the first time in at least a month yesterday. I've never played WoW in my life. Yesterday evening, just before going to bed, I was looking up a map to the fantasy book that I'm reading. I accidentally ended up with a WoW map. Forest I'm in a forest with Tim. It's a big natural looking playground, but obviously man made. Tim says something to someone in Indonesian. It's a three word sentence "... pau ....". I don't understand a thing. I ask him for the translation and he tells me it means something with 'smelly ass' and it referred to the person he was shouting it at. Once I have the translation I get that pau was supposed to be bau, but the other 2 words are unfamiliar to me. The word he used for ass is incorrect.. or is it a synonym? I'm with a girl in this forest. We're friends, but sort of also something more than friends. We can't let her parents know however, as they wouldn't approve. Here comes her mom. First I try to walk away, but I'm told to stay. I almost make the mistake of addressing her with the wrong title in Indonesian. I think I almost said mbak instead of tante, and then I almost said tan instead of tante. Something else has occurred in this forest. Someone [my ex girlfriend's dad?] has some precious stone he wants us to have a look at. He left it unguarded somewhere. I would have never done that if it was so precious... Bathrobe I'm standing in the door opening to the room in my student home. I'm wearing a white bathrobe. Karen is walking along the hallway, wearing the same thing. Just as I'm in the process of closing the door to my room, she attempts to walk in. I make a comment about it, though I don't remember what exactly. Something about if she is coming into my room or if she intends to go to her own room. She seemed kinda absent minded.
+ reading mom's obituary in the pink pages of the Sunday paper. The columnist is famous, but you have to write up the obit as if it were a baseball play in order to get the guy to print them. Looking for her name in the column, the printed part is really short, there are two pictures of her young and with huge, almost manic smiles on her face. My sister is there, she gave me the paper to read. + home invader, childhood home: TV's on, I didn't turn it on, instantly suspect an invader grab a lighter pistol and hold it up like a club and head partway up the stairs, invader comes out of the downstairs bathroom, I'm on stairs, trying to say "Who are you!? What are you doing?!" but it comes out "WH-WH-WH-WH!?!!!", he says "WAIT!" before I hit him (I "recognize" him?) he writes something on a piece of paper -- he's gotten somebody to agree to be his music student. He leaves out the front door, "we should become friends first". He wants to be my housemate. The only thing good about the student deal is that I think he'll be able to pay his rent. I'm not enthusiastic about the idea, "My mom passed away recently and I need more alone time," the rest of my family agrees with me. I wonder how much I could charge for renting my sister's room out. $2,000 - $3,000? $1,000 is too little for the awesome unique view. $1500? Would my sister be mad? She'd have to come and gather her things first. We'd have to share the upstairs bathroom. + (f) I'm in the kitchen (of childhood home?) scraping a flat white round crusty thing off of a cookie sheet with a spatula, it's a fried egg with no yolk. I guess my dad made it. Then I see one with some yolk left on it. + knee job at drum corps concert; mom again, cleaning, meet guy with deformed back, I introduce myself as her son; lose my instrument I'm sitting in the audience near the front right of the hall. On stage is a drum corps concert: huge group, instrument sections are "sliding" down in from off stage (stage is steeply sloped going up towards the back). In front is a long row of drummers all drumming and spinning and making awesome moves. It's dark now, and I have my feet extended in front of me beneath and to the side of the seat in front of me. I feel someone there grab my shoe and hold it and move it around. I look forwards and try to see through the darkness, I think I see the person there's head is turned back and looking at me from between the seats. I keep looking and keep seeing someone looking at me. I bend my legs and pull them back out from under the seat to stop the grabbing. I'm annoyed by it. The person sitting there gets up and changes seats several over to the left. The lights come on and I see the people seated in front of me are two hot girls (sisters, one older one younger) and their mom. Aw man, and I was annoyed with her playing with me without knowing, what a missed opportunity. Then the younger girl is back in the seat in front of me, turned around facing me, and leaning over with her face just a foot or so away from mine. She is pretty, and is staring right into my eyes and smiling. I'm taken aback and stammer out, "uh, hello there!" Then she starts licking my knee. And not tentative little licks, but a sloppy enthusiastic "knee-job." (I'm wearing jeans). Her saliva is drenching both legs of my jeans. I lean my head over to my friend next to me and say "I bet you know what I'm thinking!" (that "This must be a dream", [but alas, no RC, no lucidity]). Her mom is laughing at the whole thing. After the concert people are milling around outside. A small group of people enter and there they are again, the two hot sisters! I decide to take out my phone and try to get some pics of them. I manage to get the younger sister alone to the side and start taking pictures of her face. She makes distorted funny faces every time, like those "funny face" apps do. I try to trick her into getting a clear shot of her face by giving her a long slow countdown to the picture and taking the picture early, but the picture still comes out distorted. I think this must be because of the "fun house" mirror that is behind her. Her older sister joins at some point. The younger sister starts wailing/screeching in between pictures, and I try to "SSShhh!!" her. I tell somebody "she totally gave me 'deep knee'," and I prove it by showing the still-wet saliva tracks on both knees of my jeans. The group eventually leaves. The girls have a brother who off-handedly mentions that they're going home to "Brettonwood" [something with a B] then he immediately clams up like he wasn't supposed to say where they lived. I think of going there some day to find them. They walk off down the street. I'm with my mom then, she's with a group cleaning up after the concert. There is a train of cars connected. One of the train cars is also a huge (10-foot diameter?) clothes dryer. I can't find my instrument. I know I had it earlier but now it's gone. I'm looking around in these train cars for it. I reach under the seat and feel a handle like the handle on my instrument case. I'm relieved. Then I pull it out and see it's just a normal suitcase, my instrument is still missing. My mom tells me about a man who's walking by. He seems normal, she tells me he dresses that way because of his deformity. He's wearing what appears to be a normal suit. Then I watch him more closely as he walks past me from left to right and he seems to shrink in height and is wearing loose clothing, and it appears his back is very crooked and his butt sticks way out. He's from a family that should know me but he doesn't seem to know me. I stick out my hand to him and we shake hands, and I say "I'm <my mother's first name>'s son." Somebody is doing math based on age difference to figure out how old somebody is? + (f) concert schedule, am I playing a concerto? What will I do, now that I've lost my instrument? long BTS attempt, make it only for a short dream, recalled later: + in the restaurant. "Pad Thai to go, please." "We don't make that any more." "What!? I've been ordering that here for years! What'll I eat then? OK, just give me a vodka martini to go. Can I get a lid with that?" Then I wonder if it's OK to have in the car. It's a closed container so it should be OK, I can put it behind the front seat. When I get home I'm going to get drunk off of bourbon and coke.
I realized I was dreaming while seeing my dad's ex wife alive which she is now passed away. Me and my brother walked outside of the building and I decided I wanted to fly on a broom Harry Potter style. Me and my brother collected some rooms from someone's porch. Then we took off flying over an apartment complex, I felt I had really good control by using the broom to navigate my flight. I soon woke up after flying for a little bit.
11-28-2015 -- It must have been four months, because I am doing another APEC shop at the area I have dreamed about several times in the past with four (or sometimes 2 or 3) stations kind of hidden behind each other. Usually the first couple of stations are horrible, with tons of problems, and staff who yells and screams and threatens, trying to keep me from doing my job, but the back two stations are fairly good, and friendly. This time, I start at the back, beginning with the very first station, and nothing goes smoothly. There are problems in pumping the gas, and the people working there are fighting with me, and trying to say I have no right to report on how the station is. I'm actually rather surprised, because this station almost always gets really good reports, with only the occasional problem with too many signs, but they are acting like the place is a disaster area, and I am going to get them fired or something, when really it isn't bad at all. So I'm running around trying to take my pictures, and there are too many signs, and some litter in the landscaping, but again, it really isn't that bad, and they are still going to get a pretty good report ... which is why I don't understand all the hassle. I'm trying to explain this to them, but they just don't want to listen, and I'm really confused. There is also something with a cute dog or two around, but it is nothing but problems. These four stations right next to each other ought to take less than no time, but instead it is hours and hours of being yelled at for no reason, and watching the time waste away, and simply being miserable at how badly this is all going.
Some more snippets. Lots of snakes this month. I mean to go and visit a friend, but the route to his house is blocked by a swamp of crocodiles. I am with some people who become quite alarmed when they realise that there are snakes right nearby. I am not frightened, and neither is my cat. The snakes are not scared of us. The larger one is a slate-grey colour with dull yellow rosettes along its left flank and steel-blue rosettes along its right. It coils around in front of us to show that it is comfortable in our presence. The second snake is much smaller. Its scales were a rusty red-brown and it had a rattle on the end of its tail. --- --- --- --- --- Earlier in the dream, I had used my phone to take a photo of someone I had seen. I would do this occasionally in dreams, and even though obviously the camera was fairly useless, it would help to mark a moment to focus my recall on when I awoke. I was walking around in front of the state library in this dream and came across an array of items that looked like they had been abandoned by someone who had come this way before me. There are clothes on the ground, along with an ice-cream tub with only one scoop left. In the tub there is a photo of the tub itself. I shake my head and continue on. --- --- --- --- --- We're running a con or playing a game, I am not sure which. My friend is trying to impersonate a man he's never met. He's wearing a bright magenta suit. I don't think he's going to be able to pull it off, but I'm keen to watch anyway. Mid-way through our gambit, a person rushes over to us. "Wraith! He's an astral wraith!" the person cries. I walk over excitedly. "Really? You're an astral wraith?" I don't know what it means, but I'm intrigued. He looks over, an unimpressed expression crossing his face. "No, no. You just misheard." He says to me. The dream fades. --- --- --- --- --- I am in my parents' front garden. There is a small green snake here, warming itself in the sun. The visuals are very clear and distinct. Blisters have broken out on its skin and smoke is rising from the wounds. It seems to be doing this intentionally, the warmth of the sun purging the toxins from its body. I reach for my camera, but am suddenly teleported high above the Earth and the scene is lost. --- --- --- --- --- My friend and I are battling a huge zombie. We all leap through the air towards each other, my friend firing an assault rifle while I swing wildly at the zombie's head with a blackjack. It is taking damage, but not nearly enough. It lunges towards me, coming closer than I would like. 'I'll stab it in the eye,' I think to myself. Everyone stops mid-air. "Woah, dude," my friend says, taken aback. "Yeah, that's a little bit excessive," says the zombie. "Calm down." I look around at them, uncertain myself. The GM steps in. "You've already decided upon your action. Roll damage." --- --- --- --- --- I dream I am with two of my real life friends, a couple I know. In the dream, they are bickering constantly. I take them outside and sit them down. I haven't done couples counselling before. I begin to talk to them about the issue, but they seem confused. They don't see it as a problem and am unsure why I do. I'm confused myself now, have I missed something? The next day in the waking world I catch a tram with them both. They spend the entire tram ride bickering. One is trying to organise something to do together for the other's birthday, but the other is being very tense and resistant. I observe and say nothing. --- --- --- --- --- "Your ears are full of wax," someone says. I am lying in my hammock, talking to someone over my right shoulder, but I cannot see them. The hammock is full of rocks and they are digging into my back. --- --- --- --- --- An episode of hypnagogia. I'm lying in my hammock again and hear a voice from over my right shoulder. They are speaking to me. "An illusion," I state. It's voice sounds like it is smiling. "Glad to know that's how I come across," is it's only reply. "Who are you!?" I shout out with some desperation, but there is no response, and the episode fades away into sleep. --- --- --- --- --- I could see my self clinging to a sinking boat, half-submerged in the ocean. The boat was not mine and it was full of explosives, and yet I clung to it still. A woman towered over the horizon. An explosion went off behind her, as though in the same room, yet I was very small in the world below. She glanced over to check on it. I was angry at her, but I didn't know why. I was plucked from the ocean and rescued. My friends rushed over, attempting to heal me, but I suspected that it had been the woman who was responsible for my safe recovery. I was indebted to her, but felt very conflicted, and didn't even understand why. --- --- --- --- --- "I'm just going to pay for these in the next room," I tell the man, items scooped up in my arms. "Sure," he shrugs, regarding me with absolute confusion. I'm always the craziest DC in my dreams.
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11-29-2015 -- Kind of a cool one, if not all there. I'm wandering around a place that I have been before, which is a strange blending of the multi-level underground office complex at Savanna High School and the hospital that I have dreamed of several times in the last couple of years with the long corridors along the south and west sides of the building. This odd combination is further crossed with the spooky haunted maze type of dream. So we're creeping through these corridors, trying to avoid running into either the people in charge, who don't want us in areas that we don't belong, or the monsters that are roaming the area. I'm leading them down the long, empty corridor along the west side of the building, trying to get everyone else to stay quiet and move quickly, since I have some familiarity with the building, and know more-or-less where I am going. Soon we're going along the south corridor, dodging doctors and patients, but not in any sort of trouble. Then we're heading up the east side, which is where things are turning more into the Savanna building. Soon we're in the men's room, trying to access the secret passageways that not only lead deeper into the hidden areas of the building, but also into other times and other dimensions. To even get into the restroom involved finding keys and following detailed processes, though in this particular dream, we weren't 'living through' that part of it. We're just in the restroom, and the others are loosening the grating on the ceiling, and starting to climb up. My friends are traveling to another world, but I'm busy theorizing about the whole process, and don't notice them trying to get my attention, and finally they go on without me. I notice I'm all alone, and while I could follow them as far as things working for me, I'm not really in good enough shape to feel comfortable trying to pull myself up into the ceiling by myself. Instead I decide I'll explore a little bit, trying to move carefully, act like I belong, and avoid attention. I tell myself that if I stick to the well-lit areas, I ought to be able to avoid any of the zombies. So I am moving slowly and carefully, being quiet, doing nothing to draw attention to myself, trying to look like I belong, and I reach the underground attendance office. I just kind of peek in, wave to a few of the ladies there, say hello. No problems ... until I try and leave, and one of the guys in the office glances my way and realizes he doesn't know me and I probably don't belong. He starts a chase, and suddenly I'm running pell-mell through maze-like corridors being chased by monsters. At one point I find myself climbing over rubble around a sort of stream, climbing over a broken down dam, and one of the zombies chasing me is an old friend. He's actually calling out to me, begging me to take him with me. In our original world, this friend was outright killed, a while back. But in this world, they did whatever turns people into zombies here to him ... but it only half takes. He has a zombie's broken down body, but his mind is his own, and he isn't trying to eat my brains. I think about it, and find myself thinking if I bring him from this world to our world, I can have my friend back ... but I warn him he is going to have to be really careful with his foot, which is rotted and only half connected, and kind of flopping around. I tell him he'll have to protect it until we can find a way to heal it for him. So we climb through the rubble into the school gym, where we almost immediately run into Dumbledore, who unfortunately only needs to glance at us and hear a couple of tiny details before he realizes we've been messing with things we shouldn't be messing with. We're involved in both time travel and dimensional travel, neither things that are very safe to play around with. We keep moving, heading to the restroom where we can make it back to my world, when suddenly things shift, and I'm not me, but a rather attractive female teacher who is trying to find this strange dimensional portal that we're using. She's actually reached the counter that has the small hidden drawer with the key needed to make it in the restroom, and is looking in exactly the right place, but she hasn't done one of the earlier parts of the process that makes the trigger for the drawer visible to you, so she can't see it. Even as myself, I now have the same problem, I can't access the hidden key because of some part of the process that I haven't done recently enough on this world ... thankfully I also still have another key to another hidden area on another world in my pocket (from a different dream), and it will work here, too. At this point I am myself again, and sneak up on the teacher and half-kidnap her, dragging her down a hall and into a department store (can't say for sure if it is Sears, May Co, or Penney's, because I don't really see enough of it). Near a broken down wall, surrounded by piles and racks of clothes, I somehow use some kind of truth ray on her to interrogate her and see if we can trust her enough to bring her in on things, and maybe have some fun, as well. As I said, very attractive teacher.
11-30-2015 -- Can't remember most of the earlier parts. Might have been a touch of mystery shopping stuff, and at some point there was something about a diner, I think, but very little that I can actually remember. The first thing I really do remember, I am going on some sort of trip and need a rental car, so I've stopped by the downtown Enterprise office. The problem is, they are out of cars and don't have one for me, so they are sending me to one of the other offices to get a car, and drive me over there in a golf cart. So now I am standing in the other location office, and am trying to repack my stuff. Somehow I am laying out shirts and pants and the like, and then folding them into a couple of pieces of wood, to where they are somehow compacted down into a folded up piece of 2x4. Very strange. Meanwhile, this location doesn't have a car for me either, and say they will send me back to the first location (which now supposedly does), except they keep getting busy with other customers, and are having problems getting me back to the downtown branch. Eventually the guy who is supposed to drive me pulls out in a sort of a cross between a tractor and a golf cart (think of something like what pulls the Disney parking lot trams) and is ready to drive me back ... except that he doesn't want to wait for me to get on, and just starts driving to the edge of the driveway, ready to turn onto the road. So I am running to catch up, and jump on the end of a transporter type of trailer, which had a spot at the end where there are no handholds or anything, but the thing simply slopes down to meet the point where it is hooked up to the part he is driving, and I'm trying to not go too far and slide down that and fall into the street. Meanwhile, the driver and a guy in another vehicle are sitting there and kind of sword fighting with each other from their seats with long boxes, using them like swords. Weird stuff. Meanwhile, there is a black guy who looks a lot like that guy talking about aliens on one of the theoretically more educational TV channels who is objecting to something I am saying, claiming that I am racist, and I can't say that. Thing is, nothing that I am saying has anything to do with race, or blacks or anything. I tell him I will say what I like, and he pulls a knife and tells me we're not going to have things like that going. I give him a good bit of a knock down, and throw away his knife, and tell him I don't have any problem with blacks, but nobody tells me what I can and can't say ... and anybody who pulls a knife on me is going to get their butts whooped.
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