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I'm standing in a garage with two friends I don't know IRL. One was female and the other was a male that lived at the property the garage was on. I got the vibe we were all 3 teenagers in this dream.

The guy that lived there was messing around with a snow blower or a generators that was gasoline powered. Me and the girl were egging him on a little until he started getting careless with the gas. He dumped it on the machine and then went to throw a match inside the gas tank. We both tried to stop him but it was too late and a fire broke out. The blower or generator whatever it was got ruined but the fire went out quick.

The father of the fire starter came storming out to the garage super pissed off yelling about what the hell is going on. That asshole that started the fire told his dad I did it and the dad blew up again and told me to get the hell off his property. I thought it was going to get physical and I was mad too that my friend lied and threw me under the bus.

I left the property with the dad behind me yelling the whole way. I then realized I left my keys in the garage. The dad told me that's too damn bad leave NOW. I said if you don't let me get my keys I'm calling the cops. He let me get them and I started cussing and getting angry. As I walked to the garage I said "I didn't start the fire, that idiot right there did!" Then I pointed right at his son.

I had this dream in the middle of the night, no supps. Some of the details have went away but it was an interesting one none the less. I was in some house, I don’t think it was mine. I remember being stressed that it was really late and I had to be somewhere the next morning and I hadn’t been to sleep. Whatever house I was in I was with a DC, not sure who it was now, the house had a huge window out to the country side. The sun started to come up and I was even more stressed since I hadn’t been to sleep. I then started to look at the sunrise and I was in awe how awesome it was. It was really amazing how the light crept over the countryside and the different colors emerged. It was just green fields and green trees as far as the eye could see. I was so moved by this in the dream I thought it might be too amazing and this might be a dream. I did a quick RC and continued looking at the sunrise, I thought something was off with the RC and did it again focusing more on it and became lucid. I instantly thought of the mirror task and I don’t remember how I got to where I was at the mirror at. I want to say I went to a bathroom but not sure. At the mirror I pressed my head to it, it was hard as it should be in WL but I remembered what CanisLucidus said to just keep pushing. I kept pushing my head and I began to feel my head bend into the mirror. I tried to think of different places I wanted to end up, cool places that I can’t recall right now, but remember picturing them in my mind. As I was looking around me while going through the mirror the place I was began to warp a bit and change. I kept pushing and finally felt it give and I was on the other side. I don’t know if I slightly woke or was in the void at this point but it was pitch black, I just waited and finally a scene formed around me. It started in 1st or 3rd and moved to 3rd or 1st person, I can’t remember which. There was a huge spiral staircase but the stairs were very short and it was hard to traverse. The stairs went around a tower that was very high. Only darkness was around the tower and nothing else. I don’t know if the person traversing the stairs was me or another but I remember the eyes were strange, like they/I only had pupils with no iris. Very strange but a cool experience.

Ritual: WTB 12:30am, woke 7:30 with first DILD. No techniques, hadn't really intended to get lucid, but I was wearing a Jawbone fitness tracker on my wrist to bed for the first time. It's a bit tight and I think the unfamiliar sensation served as an anchor for consciousness.

DILD (eventually), "Hong Kong Apartment": I am in Hong Kong with my husband, staying in the apartment of someone unknown to me. I'm curious who this guy is and why we're at his place, so I'm attentive to my surroundings. It is a one-bedroom apartment and the layout feels familiar; I figure it must be a common floorplan here. The first thing I remember is being in a small room of unclear function, a study maybe, and looking at a plaque on the wall. It depicts a Chinese character, the archaic version of that character, and the pinyin transliteration: sōng, corresponding to the English word "page"—not the leaf of a book but the job title. From this I suppose that the young man who lives here must be serving as a page in the Hong Kong government, in the same way that there are pages in the US Congress.

My husband is talking to me, and I'm vaguely following his words but not entirely sure what he's going on about. I'm still trying to figure out why we're here: does my husband know the guy who owns this place, or is this some kind of Airbnb arrangement? Meanwhile I'm trying to wrap an enormous porkchop—the size of a prime rib steak—that I have for some reason. It is fully grilled but no one has eaten it yet, and I'm not hungry now so I want to put it away. It had been wrapped in butcher's paper but I'm having trouble re-wrapping it, and this distracts my attention for some time as I end up having to use a piece of foil to supplement the paper where it is torn. As I finally wrap the porkchop successfully and go to put it in the fridge, I see that there is fresh lettuce in the fridge, and I've also noticed dirty plates on the counter. I had assumed the apartment's owner was letting us stay because he was away somewhere, but these details make me think he must be currently living here and could walk in at any moment.

I know my husband needs to leave for some meeting or event, and our conversation is delaying his departure, so finally I say in exasperation, "Get out of here already!" Right after he goes out the door, I worry that he might have misunderstood my tone of voice and thought I was angry, so I opened the door and called after his retreating form, "I didn't mean to speak harshly." Meanwhile a girl with short, curly blonde hair is walking from right to left in front of the apartment, and I think she might be someone he had just been referring to—at the time I even recalled her name, something with the initials "J.S."—so I gaze at her curiously. She looks back at me with the self-conscious but indifferent air of someone wondering why a stranger is staring at them. It seems like it would be awkward to start a conversation so I go back inside.

Alone in the apartment, I look around at the decor. There are a lot of hand-carved wooden animal figures, and they remind me of a set that I bought in a museum shortly before Christmas, but couldn't figure out who to give them to. They seem to match this guy's tastes... maybe I should give them to him, in thanks for the loan of his apartment. It seems like a nice gesture so I plan on it. In the center of the main room, which has an open floor plan connected with the kitchenette, is a wide square column that is hollow inside to serve as storage space. I note with interest that there are a number of oversized books here. One of them is at least four feet tall, and the title on the spine reads Disney as Orientalism, accompanied by some Disney-style graphics. I make a mental note that later I'll want to pull that one out and flip through it. It's so big it won't fit on a table—I'll have to do this on the floor! It is the largest of the books in this closet, but none of them are small. Several others are about three feet tall with matching red covers, and I see that one of them is about Shanghai. Books of this size must have cost a fortune... this guy must be doing well here. I wonder if it would be rude to read his books without asking permission first, but figure there's no harm in it.

I wonder how I'll explain my presence if this guy shows up while I'm here by myself, since I'm still not clear on who he exactly is or why I'm at his apartment. In fact, this question starts to bother me, because it seems like I should have a better explanation. Of course, it's always possible that I'm dreaming, but... I want to discount this at first, since it seems to contradict what I'm experiencing from this environment. It is so detailed, lifelike, and stable, it really doesn't feel like a dream. But I make myself take the time to think this over more carefully: if I am actually dreaming, that would explain a lot, like why I had a porkchop, something I almost never eat, and the difficulty I had wrapping it. It would explain why I am in Hong Kong with no idea why I am here, and why I find myself in the apartment of a guy I don't even know. I don't use any techniques to RC, I just think it over and gradually recognize the illusory nature of my surroundings: indeed I am dreaming!

So now what? Normally I would apply myself to some task or other, but I had specifically made a point not to do so this time, if I got lucid, because I'm facing too much work today to spend hours writing up my report. So my plan was not to do anything specific, but simply to contemplate and enjoy the dream environment. (For some reason I had the idea that this would save me time writing things up later, although that is proving not to be the case!) I walk toward the back wall of the apartment, which is completely transparent, and look outside. It is still night, but there is a well-lit open-air bar just below, with a stream running behind it. There are a surprising number of people down there, and all seem to be relaxed and enjoying themselves, like guests at a resort. I sit down to watch the scene, while thinking back over what I've just experienced. I'm still impressed by how detailed and stable this dream was. For instance, that Chinese character on the wall—it was so clearly articulated, even though I don't think it was one I've ever seen before, and I strongly doubt it's even a real one. I wished I had looked at it more carefully, and focus on reviving the mental image. I think can remember the top elements of the modern version of the character, but I'm vague about what composed the bottom, which was complex, and I had not studied it closely at the time. The archaic version was simpler, and I can remember it much more distinctly. Concentrating on this inadvertently wakes me up.

Interlude: After writing the above account and going back to bed at 8:45am, I certainly didn't intend to get lucid again, given that I've already spent a lot of time writing when I should be working, but I never want to rule it out. I ended up having several FAs, the later ones bringing on a very long bout of lucidity, in which I just wandered around exploring rather than working on specific tasks. There would still be a lot to write up but given time constraints I'll have to keep it brief. Woke for the day at 10:15.

FA: I was in the bathroom thinking that I should make a more consistent effort to recognize those little discrepancies that might make me notice I'm dreaming, like I did in the last dream, without realizing that I was actually dreaming at that very moment.

FA/DILD, "Trail of Smoke": I hovered for a long time on the border between sleep and waking and enjoyed observing its ambiguities. For instance, there was a point where I was convinced I was immersed in dream visuals but hearing everything perfectly accurately from waking life (I was probably wrong about this). I caught at least one FA and was pleased after my failure to catch the last one. Then a long dream followed where I was basically lucid the whole time, but also knew I wouldn't have time to write it up in much detail, so only certain episodes that were especially interesting stand out clearly in my memory. I really can't take the time to include them all here, but the last scene was worth mentioning:

I am wandering through a dream environment typical for me, a labyrinthine enclosed public space, and having just seen someone smoking on a magazine cover, I now find myself smoking a cigarette. The smoke doesn't dissipate completely but lingers faintly in the air along the path I have walked, like that memorable scene from Donnie Darko (2001). It looks like I could potentially trace back the smoke and rediscover all the places I have visited in the course of this long dream. This makes me wonder: how big is the dream world? And the answer seems obvious: there are no boundaries, it is as big as mind itself. Standing in that world even as I recognize its boundlessness, I feel a sense of awe.

I gaze at the glimmering smoke trails and murmur, "All the places I've been are like a trail of smoke that follows me."

Me and several other students were on a race track preparing for a long, competitive race. It was about a whole classroom of students scattered around the starting line. The race track wasn't your typical dirt themed one, but it was one covered with air compressed pillows. It went all the way to the finish line. It was indoors and outdoors. The race was just about to begin.

The race started right as soon as the first person started running. The whole set of students began hopping from one section of pillows to another. Most of them were left off in the middle, with only a few of them up front. I was stuck behind the middle ones. I wasn't how the game worked at first, so I observed some of the other races before I decided to actually give it a try. It turned out, everybody was hopping to get ahead of the game. After noticing this, I started to take my way past the middle races.

Eventually, after making it through the indoor part of the race, we reached the outside world. I continued hopping as best as I could to try and win. At this point, I was just about getting on the line with the really good hoppers. I also observed the environment surrounding me. We were all what now seems to be a huge racing stadium, though most of it being taken up by empty fields of grass and small buildings. There were also no barricades on the sides of the pillows, meaning there was no protection if any of us fell by accident.

After a while of hopping, I notice this girl hopping up next to me, seemingly trying to catch a glimpse of who I was. I spent little bit attention to this person until I took a quick stare at them and noticed who they were. It was Quynh, the same girl who went to piano class with me in high school and the same girl I thought a lot for three years. She was still wearing that same green sweater she'd almost always wear to school. Quynh and me were the only racers closer to the finish line.

Quynh wanted to win just as much as me. For a moment, I even noticed her trying to push me off the track because of her facial expressions she had while staring back at me. I did not intend to lose. If she pushed me, I thought, I'd have to counter it and make her fall off the pillows instead. Fortunately, she never did. Instead, the two of us were in first place, desperately trying to jump over a large gap from one large set of pillows to another.

When we finally reached the finale of the race track, both of us took a long hop over a bottom layer of grass floor. As me and Quynh were both making the jump, my only thoughts were, "I have to win!" We both landed on the set of pillows, seemingly at the same time. We both stopped ourselves from hitting the wall in front of us and took a moment to notice each other. I stared at Quynh and she was staring at me. What seemed to be an outrageously, long conflict between us, one that lasted for so long, it finally felt like we were on agreeing terms to give each other one more chance at friendship.

I dreamed we had a tiny cat. Apparently had had it all along. She was a stray or rescue cat. Despite being tinier than a kitten, she was full grown. I was worried once we adopt two kittens, how will this cat react to being smaller than them despite being older. I realized I was not sure whether our cat had had any immunizations, and we would need to make up for that before we got the kittens.

early:

04:50

+ CS got fired because he broke the build with a one-character change (an exclamation point) during a critical demo; I'm making myself breakfast in the open kitchen (ice cream/Cheerios, tall guys)

I'm walking through an open area/office, I encounter CS. He asks me if I've heard that he got fired (by the CEO) after he made a one-character change (adding an exclamation point to the code) (I'm thinking about this a long time after waking up, about how CS should have done proper testing before submitting his change!).



I'm in a kitchen, looking for breakfast. I open the freezer and see a number of open ("freezer burn, yuck") very colorful ice cream containers. Across the room a very tall [DS] guy drops a box of Cheerios on the ground. I pick it up(?), pour myself a bowl.

later:
(Awake until around 08:00?, just can't sleep, take 1mg melatonin around 6am)

09:10

+ (LD #102) dazzlingly vivid/bright huge (5-6 stories, 100 meters long) memorial structure: trying to read the huge inscription so I can remember it when I wake up; fly up to top of structure, cement french fries; sex with giggling/slightly objecting girl "there are not nice people here"

I'm outside, daylight, the visual quality is astounding and my memory begins already lucid. There are lots of people milling around. To the left is an enormous open area, and I see there a Huuuuuuge memorial structure, about 5-6 stories high, 100 meters long, with Huuuuge lettering on it. I try to read it and pronounce it and really really study the lettering so I can remember it after waking: it is stable, but it doesn't seem to be recognizable words. There is a larger first line and a smaller-font second line below it. I'm astounded at the clarity of the structure, it is perhaps slightly orange and made of stone.

I fly up to the edge of the roof of this structure. I want to summon a girl(?), I get in my hands instead a cup of what seem to be cement french fries. I start sucking them a little bit. I see a girl to my right a bit, I go to her/bring her to me, and

Spoiler for explicit:

initiate intercourse. At first it's abstract and some other people appear to be helping to spread her butt/legs, but it gets clear and she's dressed on top but bottomless, we're in a doggy/reverse-cowgirl position, I get a clear view and can feel it. She's sort of giggling and half-objecting, and says s.l. "there are some not good people here!"

+ (LD #103) (long, lucid at end) See "people I know" in family room [false memory], trying to decide whether to take a shower with a girl upstairs, go downstairs and leave (think about threatening to kill the guys who will tell on me) to garden, at end of garden start flying & get lucid, magical blue sky, green grass, apple tree, return through neighbor's garden to original garden, it's raining hard now, wake up.

I'm walking through (my?) family room, a downstairs room, and see leaning against the wall a man whom I recognize [false memory] as a friend of mine, I walk a bit farther and see a woman I know to be his wife also sitting down against the wall, "Relax, guys, rest!" I say. I walk back the other way to the start of the room and see a third man whom I recognize as a colleague (of the first man?) and also greet him.

I walk up a (spiral?) staircase and I'm on an upper floor. There is a glass shower stall there and there's a girl taking a shower who wants me to join her. I see a young man lying in a bed near the shower and sort of recognize his fall (its distorted). All of a sudden there are about 20 guys milling around and I want to get them all the heck out of here so I can join the girl in the shower. I manage to shoo them all down the stairs. I then take off my shirt and slacks (I'm in dress clothing), and am about to enter the shower (the girl in there is clothed?) and realize that at any second my wife could walk in, this is way too risky, so I get dressed again. I go up to the shower and say "well I can wash your back I guess," (I'm concerned I may get wet), and she says "buuuut I waaaaant to *seeeee* yoouuuuu!" (so I think about getting undressed again?) at some point she's out of the shower and we kiss briefly and there's some sudden transition/shock.

I'm walking down the spiral staircase, at the bottom I hear the guy I saw on the bed by the shower gossiping to another guy that he saw me with the shower girl, and I think about going up and telling them I'll kill them if they talk. I say "Let's go!" (I want to get out of there fast).

I'm walking through the garden, there are lots of objects there, I must walk over them. At the far end of the garden is a lovely place, green grass, a small barn/large shed, trees, blue sky, and I decide I want to try flying just a bit, and I put out my arms and to my amazement I glide/hover above the ground and realize I'm dreaming. I do a nose pinch and I can breathe. The garden area is *beautiful* the colors are vibrant. I see a stunning apple tree with green green leaves and red red apples, amazing against a blue sky.

I start returning to the original garden. There is now a large neighbor's yard in the way. I'm thinking of girls. I see that there is a celebration in the garden, there is a line of "hoops" on my side and a guy is making a running/sommersaulting dunk (basketball) move. I see that the women are middle-aged/portly/unattractive (in the distance). I decide I should just go back to the original garden because there are a lot of people there. I walk through this neighbor garden and apologize for the disturbance, and say it's too far to go around, they say that's fine. There's a guy swinging a bat at a ball and he says careful or he may hit my head.

I move through a fence into the original garden and someone from the neighbor group comes with me on my right. There are tents here in a covered area, and he puts his foot through a canvas tent, ripping a small hole in it. I say "be careful of their tents!". I see that it is raining very hard now, and say in a foreign language "this started suddenly", and I am lifting up tents to get through and the dream ends.

10:30

I think I slept again, but no recall

A school dream where a lot of students are upset, because new students are taking over some of the old ones duties without any say.

The old ones decide to leave.

The setting is my old school. I sneak off with my phone and call Ella, but she’s in trouble.

We’re in some game-type dungeon and I’m trying to help her escape, but there’s a bear. We manage to circuit around it. There was a bit more but it’s fuzzy.

We’re back at school and trying to escape. We come up to a big garage-type door. Suddenly, I smell gas! We have to get out. I find some tool and bash on the door, but it only comes loose a bit. I see where the gas leak is coming from – the building is going to explode!

We make it through a crack in the door to outside where some other students are standing around. We run away, and I look back and yell, “Get back, get back, there’s going to be an explosion!” After a moment they respond in realization and start moving.

…But nothing happens, leaving me confused.

Jump.

The students who are leaving are transferring to another school. A guy with a girl is talking about his plans, and I wonder if they’re not worried about splitting up if he’s the only one leaving.

A taller African American boy wearing glasses who comes across as smart is going on to the teacher at the checkout about how relieved he is to be getting away. I’m watching off to the side, maybe omnisciently.

There’s an African American man behind him who interrupts. I feel that’s a bit rude even if the boy was rambling. He tells the checkout woman that he just wanted to drop off some charity thing before he was done for the day. I change my mind about him.

Just before he leaves, he turns and says to the boy something like, “And if you were really happy to be leaving, you wouldn’t keep going on and on about this place.”

Jump.

We’re sitting down at tables and eating. I glance to my left to my friend. She’s looking at me as well so I start to smile. The other people look up at me too, and then suddenly everyone is roaring laughing at me. My smile quickly falls off my face and I cover it. I must have something on my face??

I jump up from my spot and start leaving, trying to think of how to cover my face up with this jacket thing I have and still see, whilst thinking resentful thoughts like, ‘If you’d told me what was so funny you could laugh with me and not at me, but you didn’t!’.

Like the title states i can not recall today. I woke up still tired and out of it and moved a lot when i woke. there was a few images in my head but they are gone now. part of it is catching up on sleep from last nights WILD. i feel rested, but still tired. i did not remember waking up at 4:30 AM like i have been doing a lot recently. i think it is my body too tired and catching up on sleep. tonight should be better though!

I had a weird past couple of days and my recall was off for one of them. I'm starting a new exercise routine, and I think it's messing with me too so while recall is really important to me, exercise is even more so, so no more waking up during the night and typing up dreams until I get a bit more of a handle on the exercise.

Also, I highly recommend an RPG-based habit-forming site, HabitRPG. It's helped me a lot with my goals and remembering to do things!

March 7:

-Vivienne (from Dragon Age: Inquisition) is a villain in a group with two other people.

-Something about betrayal. And Tsukiyama (from Tokyo Ghoul)?

-Me and Nicole(?) are riding around on a motorcycle(?) together.

Inspirations: Mom’s dream about motorcycles. A Tumblr post with Vivienne that I noticed because I thought she looked sad. Some Tsukiyama posts I saw.

Today:

Creepy dream about Dave secretly having a crush on me and acting, well, creepy. I get onto a computer and see that he has a messenger up talking to someone about it/me. I don’t get a chance to see much before he’s coming back. I hurriedly shut the laptop lid and leave. As I’m walking away, I realize he’ll be able to tell what I was doing when up opens the lid.

10-3-2014 Mom and I were at an old boss' Christmas party on a big boat. We went into the spa and there were three huge hot tubs. Mom got in the middle one and I turned on the jets for her. There were several other girls (I didn't know them) and they came in wrapped in their towels. I was in there for hours because I knew she (Mom) had only weeks or months to live and I wanted to spend every minute with her that I could. (Waking Life: Mom died December 22, 2011). Then the maids came in and Mom got out. I needed to call someone from the party to come get us and take us to the party.

Non-lucid, Lucid, Comments

.../I have to take my flight back to my current city. I'm with my brother and I'm telling him how different it is when I fly alone. There's one minute left before the plane takes off and I'm still in the waiting room when I tell him if I were with my wife she'd be stressed like hell. I see the plane is about to take off and thinking how are they doing with my package. It doesn't matter, I know I'm inside that plane before it takes off.

There's a jump back in the sequence of the dream time and get back to something about a disgusting guy who I ended up murdering for the second time. I have a knife covered in blood in one hand and a tea spoon in the other. I feel the urge to get rid off both of them but I must be careful because of I start to see police officers everywhere. I clean the blood from the blade with my tongue, I don't want to use anything else because of it may let clues. I hide the knife under the sleeve of my jacket and the spoon in the pocket. I get inside a sort of pond under a roof. The water seems to be deep and dark enough in some places. I throw the spoon there taking care that no one sees it. I see an adult woman sniffing around. I think she may be a detective or some. I hesitate to throw the knife. I think I must find a better place to get rid off it. I see some officers started to dig on some of the ground near the pond. Definitively I want get out of here but I don't want to call their attention. I still feel the blade with my arm. I wonder if the sleeve is funny shaped because of the knife. I follow a guy who did something similar but he doesn't seem to be worried at all. He tells he got rid off the knife near his neighborhood which is far away. We are drinking wine and vodka. I'm drinking my bottle of vodka while I'm still thinking about a place where I could leave the knife when a thought flashes in my head: "Hopefully when I wake up all of this stress will be over". I realize what it means and feel slightly stupid for the waste of time. I still have the knife in my hand but now I don't care about where I could let it. I finish my bottle and let it on the floor. A dwarf starts to follow me. I get into a store and stab him with the knife. I hear some DC's screaming. I don't care and let the knife in his back. I go out of the store thinking about what could I do now? I remember there are some lucid dares. I remember the dare about the alien invasion! I wonder how could I do it. I realize there was a weird mountain in the dreamscape which I didn't pay much attention. It's like a pyramid covered with pines. Now I see it looks like a huge Christmas tree. I think it could be the alien mothership. Then I wonder how could I accomplish the dare. I think what about a telepathic communication? I look in the back of my thoughts to find the invasion was already taking place but we humans don't have to realize about it. I "feel" they are infiltrating their people already. I send the message to stop it. Now? How could I know they have already stop it? I think this task requires a lot of imagination and I don't feel I have enough time to see a proper "war" taking place. I think I may give a try to another task when I see an athletic guy jogging on the road I'm about to walk. He could be one of the aliens I think! He keep on jogging. What was the other task? Now I remember, it sounds easier to perform! "Be a good person with the duck of the smile" (No idea where this one came from). I start walking on the road towards a forest when the whole dream starts fading out/...

First dream

I was in my old school. I was changed into a small boy. I was runnig around the school, and everyone was shouting at me for misbehaving. Suddenly I saw a young man with dark hair, pale blue shirt, dark blue jeans trousers, and black shoes. I saw also some women with him, presumably wife and daughter, but I can't recall them clearly. The man was angry, he shouted that he's my father and I must obey to him. I ran to the second floor, and opened the door to classroom. There were other children inside. I quickly turned around, and saw that the man is close. From the TV turned on in the nearby classroom I heard that there is a boy with disease running around. I knew that they were talking about me. The man almost catched me, but I escaped to the entrance with one huge jump.

I opened the door, and ran straight the sidewalk. I saw that this wasn't the school yard, it was the church yard of my home town. When I was close to the exit gate, I looked back and saw that the man entered a car, and drove after me. I jumped on another sidewalk, and ran away. I was at a great distance from school. I was tired, but I still moved on. I saw that there were also other people trying to do the same. Probably all of them were sick. I looked around, and saw that the road we all tried to go across had big traffic, although there were no cognition. I saw that most of the people were on the other side, I looked around. The cars were far from me, but I had to be quick. I ran across the road, and catched up with another sick man. We went straight through the desert road, to our home town.

Second dream

I was at a victorian mansion. It was cold morning. Dense fog was covering the horizon. I was in a room with huge window. It was dark coloured. The wooden furniture was antique. I was standing close to the door. There was a wardrobe and a bed in the back of the room, and there was a desk standing close to the door. I saw a man standing in the middle of the room. He was pale. He had bright hair, grey eyes, and was wearing dark red clothes. His clothing showed that he belonged to aristocracy. I can't recall what we were talking about, but I remember that it was about murdering someone who knows too much.

Suddenly the mansion started to move. It was placed on tracks, so they could quickly move to other place. The door opened with squeaky noise. Another man entered the room. He was wearing similar clothes, but he had dark hair and black eyes. He asked about the flash memory. I took some kind of small object, and told him to wait. The first man opened the window. The second man looked at the neighborhood. Then the first man pushed him. He tried to hold on, but I turned around in the right moment, and pushed him. The last thing we heard were his screams. The man died.

Morning of March 8, 2015. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,611-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



My dream’s setting is at least a three-way composite of known locations. It seems to be morning. Zsuzsanna and I reside in an anchor-shaped building. Drama starts as I notice, to my left, water spraying from a hidden area of the wall into the kitchen sink, some going over the counter and floor. The kitchen seems to represent an anchor fluke while we in the living room are in the crown area, and a hallway representing the shank branches off in front of us. On my right is a bay-window-like area that represents one of the anchor’s arms. I go over to see what is going on. A young white male is somehow spraying water from his window (outer wall of the “shank”) and through our kitchen window (“fluke” area). The intrusion angers me.

From here, I see that he lives with or is visiting three unfamiliar girls. The room is the first to the left off the hallway. I pull him out and into the living room. I look through a large dresser to find my two guns and notice various unusual devices and parts of many different things filling all the drawers. I eventually find both (though unrealistic and skeletal). I hold them near his head, but I do not hurt him. I fire one in another direction, but a little yellow disc comes out to cause a minor explosion on the floor. I want to scare him so that he never returns. Later, he says that he was harassing us because he does not like how we smell and claims the building and grounds has our unpleasant scent. He also blames a plumbing problem on our cat even though it is a sewer problem from the street.

As I sit by the bay window area, I look out into the yard to see an old lady feeding kittens near some hedges. It is hot, so my shirt is open. I hear her say something to someone else whom I do not see that my presence by the window is not intrusive. She is soon somehow in the living room (though there are no doors) talking about the building and the owner (whose apartment is left off another part of the hall). The owner is also an old lady who soon comes out. She explains new rules, including how no one will be allowed to leave the house after six pm, even to shop. Even buying food after that time might result in eviction. I am annoyed and slowly realize we had unknowingly rented an apartment in a boarding house or halfway house. I argue with the two ladies, but I do not threaten them.

My dream changes to nighttime. I am so annoyed by having to live in the building I decide to jump into the cold turbulent waters off a rocky shore. It extends from a hotel where the bay-window-like area had been. It seems I walk about half a block to get here through a long hall. The incline of the rocky shore is about thirty degrees. I feel good at this point, and my dream is still vivid. Zsuzsanna had been following me out of concern. I throw myself in but now more as a gesture of enjoyment of the icy water. Zsuzsanna attempts to save me from drowning (though I am not in peril), but I soon need to go out farther to save her. From here, there is bliss and closeness as when we first got together in experiencing the unexplained “same skin” perspective in real life. (That is, when I touched a part of her, I could feel it on me as if I was “in” both bodies at once). There is a vague awareness of “My Love, We Are One” from “Orca” (1977).

Other people are now sitting or lying on the rocky shore as if on a beach. I have taken out an Australian twenty-dollar bill. I wave it, and it changes into five or six twenty-dollar bills and at least two hundred-dollar bills. A young man looks on with amazement. I continue to move the notes around as more appear out of nowhere until I have thousands of dollars. (Some of the money is now in piles on the big damp rocks.) My dream begins to fade. I notice that the money only has detail on one side; almost always the case. It probably represents the absence of conscious identity (or viable awareness of the real environment) while in the dream state.

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(That I bothered writing down. I've been super lazy about the stuff recently with starting a new job and whatnot.)

February 13:

Catching cats in a specialized car that has a giant bin in the back for cats to fall into. Driving around on roads and cats are falling from highway overpasses/out of the sky/etc for me to collect. Totally made sense at the time.

February 14:

At a shady Kia dealership where I bought a car before. Came with my mother, brought my work MacBook with me for some reason and was trying to get on their Wi-Fi. Sleazy car salesman shows up, I want to test drive some of the newer Kia Rios. Leave the dealership on a bus. Start asking people where this bus is going, and nobody will tell me. The scenery changes from desert to snow and starts going up the road to the ice castle from Frozen. I have an 'aha' moment and wake up.