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All I remember are strange water pools where the water flowed in a circle in each pool before going to the next pool. I could tell the water did this because there were fallen brown leaves in the water. The water was dark blue at the edges of the pool, but cyan near the center. On the outsides of the pool, there was nothing grass on light brown dirt.

One name stands out in my memory of my dream. The name is "Maeriberi Han". I think she had a prominent role in my dream.

Conference aftermath
I'm at work in a huge conference room. People are setting up for a presentation. Later, after everything is over, most of the room is cleaned up, leaving only a couple of six-foot folding tables pushed together. I'm sitting with some guys, eating. At the other end of the table, a group of people sits down and starts to play You Don't Know Jack. I move closer to them to listen in.

Later, it's just me, Ben C, and Bob Ba. I end up splitting some gigantic wings and legs between us, getting rather greasy hands in the process. Later, I put a small car (toy car?) under/on the table for Bob to be his ride home. He'd been planning to take a different car, so my having this one for him actually complicates things.


Dining hall experience
I'm in a dining hall with a friend. Before going through the line, we head to the restroom. Now we're in the restroom. It's huge, and there's a waist-high wall making a kind of "maze" to get to the urinals. We end up fairly close to each other. As I'm relieving myself, an attendant - female ! - comes by and does something under me. When I look down, I realize she's turned on a bidet, and there's a stream of water shooting up at me. I jump back in surprise and shock, and I feel pretty weird where it was hitting me. Now we're back in the dining hall, about to go through the line; but I realize I don't have pants on. I must have left them in the bathroom! I dash back that way to find them, and I look around as I do, but no one seems to have noticed me. I find them in the hall outside the bathroom, which I think is kind of odd. I return to the line and end up a couple of people behind my friend. This seems to be a pay-first dining hall.

Now I'm walking along with my wife, talking about leaving this place, describing the roads around here. I point to one nearby exit and tell her where it goes, then describe another one a level down which puts you on a road with a pedestrian lane running in the middle. I tell her that neither drivers nor pedestrians know what to do with it, that it's a terrible idea. She comments that it's the kind of idea Mrs Bo would have come up with.

Now I'm walking around downtown with her. I don't see a pedestrian lane, but I do see one for the trolley. We pass a strange storefront - black, but very strange architecture - and toke a closer look. It's announcing upcoming plays. As we're looking, I hear bells start to ring. I find the one nearby and realize it's some kind of remote gizmo that has dozens of copies across the city as part of a promotional from a music store. Eventually, my phone alarm [which sounds kind of like bells] wakes me up.


Fragments
Something about creating keyframes in real life somehow related to my second and third daughters. I'm working with three tracks. Two are easy, and one harder but still doable.

I was entering a palace standing atop an enormous cliff. I went from the road, looking at the sea from the edge of cliff, and went straight an old wooden bridge into the palace. It was rich, built with white marble, dark yellow rock, and decorated with silver ornaments.

It was in really good state. It looked like it was just built, but there was nothing inside. It was empty. I went from the main chamber to the side hall, and entered side chambers. I saw students gathering, and teacher told me to do something with audio equipment.

I went to the chamber where the equipment was placed, and saw some classmates there. They were hostile, but let me do my thing and go away. I returned to the bridge, and started to climb down the cliffs. I saw some people runnig on the beach.

Suddenly a a tractor with gigantic load of bags filled with grain appeared. I tried to climb up the bags, to reach the top of highest cliff, but suddenly the bags opened and I've fallen into the water. I went back to the shore, gathered people and equipment, and started to take grain out of water with shovels.

In some small early 20th century village, I'm the youngest in a family of three sons, and for years now it's been expected that I'll marry the neighbor's youngest daughter when we grow up - we've always been good friends. In the previous scene we'd all been sitting around my family's dinner table; now I've gone to meet her down by the river, which is so full of plants it gives the impression you could walk across them like a bridge. The girl's here waiting, but before I go to meet her, I'm distracted by another girl, a stranger, standing in the center of the river. The observer side of me thinks, I have to remember this.

Her hair is probably blonde, but it's so matted and dirty that it's hard to tell. She's dressed in old-fashioned men's clothes, a shapeless and colorless coat over a blue velvet waistcoat with a pattern of rosebuds. Then I realize that while I've been focusing on remembering the details of her appearance, I've been missing the conversation the character side of me is having with her. I drop back to focus on what the character side of me is doing.

Years later, but near that same river. One of my brothers is handing me a silver pocket watch that belongs to our father, and telling me that he's in Madrid - they've known this all along, apparently. My brothers got me to come back here on the pretense that our father's missing - I'm annoyed but not surprised to find that was a lie. There's a woman here, somehow connected to that girl in the river but not the same person, and something about biting down on a chain, and her little fangs.

I'm carrying one end of a wooden box through what looks like an abandoned house, with that woman holding the other end - it's not particularly large or heavy, just large enough to be awkward for one person. I'm looking at our hands on the box, close enough to be nearly touching. Her nails look thick and discolored, greyish; there's blood ingrained around the nail, but I'm thinking that the blood's not what's causing the dark greyish appearance, since there's blood all over my hands too.

That woman is kissing me and holding me in place, not letting me turn my head to see what's going on, telling me not to move when I try to. Something is very wrong. There's other people here; the observer side of me recognizes this moment and I switch to third person to avoid it. The scene still continues in front of me, they kill her, but I don't see much of it, focusing on remembering the earlier scenes.

I can't get this guy out of my head in my waking life.

I saw his truck in my dream last night but i did not see him driving. There was nobody driving but the truck was moving...

I remember having two long dreams, but forgot most of them. I have fragments of a village where I worked in a pub/bar/restaurant, where most of the patrons were friends/acquiantances. At some point I asked if I could go home, and they let me. Then I proceeded to burn down/smashing as many houses/businesses as I could, killing as many as possible. Yeah...

Morning of May 27, 2015. Wednesday.



My dream becomes a very formal scenario in mood and awareness. I am not sure of the time. It may be late night or very early morning or probably a liminal “twilight” setting relating to my partial lucidity (where darkness but with a clearer awareness and augmented sense of touch often occur). I am walking on the right side of the road in an unknown location, which seems more like a back road at times. There is a tall chain-link fence almost immediately to my right, allowing only about two feet or less space to walk on the grass on the side of the road. I do not really notice any buildings. Up ahead, I see a semitrailer truck approaching. The driver is mostly in shadow (or “is” a shadow - though I discern what may be a red and black plaid shirt). As I am semi-lucid, I would normally “know” that the shadow was my conscious mind. However, here, I get the strange impression that he is another dreamer that I could actually meet - and in fact, even presume his identity to an extent of relating him to an actual dream journalist.

The semitrailer truck is moving fairly slowly, it seems, as if the driver is perhaps unfamiliar with the area (though this is not certain - it may be his regular route and he is just being cautious). I start contemplating what I am going to do. I decide that I will pick up my pace a bit and meet with the driver. The driver is to the right (from my perspective) and I am not sure he notices me though his headlights seem to be working normally. There remains a problematic element, though not fully prospective, in that the side of the road does not have much room for me to traverse, so the truck and I will not have much room to spare as we pass each other when it approaches (assuming the driver does not stop to acknowledge me or even converse).

The truck does go just past the edge of the road at times (I am mostly walking on the edge of the road rather than the grass), though this is not due to lazy driving but seems to be a dream-rendered situation directly related to my thinking about the potential meeting or choosing to dodge the truck instead (as if I am directly aware of the dream-making mechanism of my mind). After all, I do not want to be run down (though this is not that strong a concern, though I do not focus on going to the left to possibly avoid going closer to it). I continue to watch the truck carefully to see if it goes too far to my right, which would then block me off with nowhere to go (because of the high chain-link fence to my right, which continues as far as I can see other than the break at the intersection I am approaching, which I do not consider turning off at). I sense the meeting will be very formal and brief but with positive results. I start walking faster, almost running, but the approaching truck seems about the same distance away that it was minutes before. I still am not quite sure if there is enough room for me to clear the front of the cab or be hit though the sense of danger is decreased due to my growing lucidity.

As the truck approaches, my lucidity continues to increase and I become slightly more aware that the “shadow driver” is my conscious mind and that this may be a typical example of “shadow play” - a temporary scenario that occurs at apex lucidity. However, I am still intent on continuing my direction and meeting with the driver, as there is still a degree of uncertainty over who the driver actually is. Instead, when I reach the truck, I reach the beginning of the waking process and slowly wake at about the point I am adjacent to the driver’s door on the road’s edge, thus “meeting” my conscious self in the waking process.

The shadow/driver was a metaphorical form of my conscious mind “driving” the dream, with the “cargo” (in the semitrailer) being the implied intent or foundation (“building blocks”) of a potential apex level of lucidity (which comes through various means - such as crawling through a window or “shadow play”). This was a missed opportunity, I suppose, though I have noticed that apex lucidity often comes when a person has already gotten more than enough sleep. The engine of the truck is also a representation of the conscious mind as within the life force of the real body.

This dream vaguely reminds me of a dream from 1991 titled “Motorcycle Jump”, where the shadowy motorcyclist also was my conscious mind though this time trying to wake up after sleeping for too long by managing to make the motorcycle rise up and jump through a very small window in the bathroom (a play on “I have to go” as in “I have to wake up now”).

(Details are sketchy due to going over notes to late)

Charlies Kitten
I'm seeing this crazy dude, he seems pretty unstable. He ends up going into a cell.
I'm looking at a naked female on a chair. I soon realize she is a transgender as he begins to hump some kind of bird cage looking thing. I only got a quick glimpse of the bird cage and I was anticipating when he would reintroduce the cage again.

I'm at a random location inside somewhere. I can see my cat Charlie up on his scratching post. He sees me and begins to get off the post, but I quickly walk over to him so he would stay on it. He eventually jumps down. I notice a small kitten, it must be Charlies baby. Its a lot smaller then it should be. Charlie rolls over onto his stomach, and I place the kitten near his stomach so it could feed. I look over into the poach that's connected to his post and it seems worn down, to the point where I could see some plastic thing sticking up. I fill the poach with some powdery substance, with a bit of laundry powder. Either someone or Charlie was telling me that I shouldn't do that, but I did it anyways. Charlie said that's how he's done all his pregnancies. I noticed that there is more kittens around Charlie, and that they're bigger then before. Dad mentioned something about only being able to have 2 kittens out of the litter.

Nat Mc Decision
I was at someone house playing poker with Nat Mc, and brother was watching. At some point someone decided to go ALL IN against Nat. She wasn't sure what to do, and asked me for advice. I told her he played the hand well, as there is a flush on the board, which would beat her hand. I said I would fold, but said to go with your instinct. As I said that, she instantly calls and ends up winning. I had a feeling of not liking that I was wrong.

I'm messaging the guy that has to do with horses ?Name?. I can see a man standing on his horse? I begin to think of asking him what he was up to for new years celebrations, but didn't want to ask cause I hardly knew the guy and he would think I was trying to organize something with him. I can see UFC spoilers, and I try and avoid it.

Side Notes
Even though I remembered one dream last night, I deeply and completely accept myself, and I remember all my dreams tonight.
Even though I forget to recall my dreams upon awakening, I deeply and completely accept myself, and I recall my dreams upon awakening tonight.

I remembered to recall upon awakening once or twice, but not straight away.

Just going to write down some of the things I remember as I remember them, this is in chronological order. Try not to laugh, haha.

In my dream, I just woke up from it, I received a motorcycle from my father. We went on a ride through Europe, and I think we went from my country through France and ended up in Portugal. I went for a pee break in an alley and some guy came up to me and attacked me, I hit him over the head and left. The setting changed to an old looking town with tall houses, and I was walking with my little group, including my father and little brother. Details I noticed were that there were drawers filled with meat (hamburgers and sausages, raw) where some windows were supposed to be. It was nighttime.

We ended up walking through an archway, a tall church over us, looking pretty imposing. There was a river ahead of us, and as we walk towards it, a bicycle races past us, hitting a small ramp and flying over the channel, before riding out of sight. My little brother said "I can do that", took a very short running start on a bicycle that was there, going on the same ramp and painfully hitting the paved wall on the other side of the channel. He wades back over to my side, dripping wet, saying "damn, I was wearing watertight shoes." I reply, saying he wasn't going very fast. A small figure appears, saying "it wasn't a boy who jumped after all, it was a girl!" A little boy appears, who introduces himself as Emmanuel. He explains that he was taught by someone to jump bikes, and makes big gestures as he says his approach speed was 700 kmph. For some reason he writes the number 10 in the air, first in numbers, then letters.

And that's the last I remember before waking up. There were more dreams, one of which I remember was before I woke up in the middle of the night, but I know no details. My sleep was pretty bad, I had trouble falling asleep, woke up after 3 hours, again after 6, and now after 10. What else should I write down in my dream journals? I'm pretty new to this.

I'm writing dreams from two nights, 'cause I forgot to do so yesterday.

#007
[dream]
I was playing Super Mario (again...). There was a level near a dirty sea. I've had a bucket from Minecraft and there was something purple near the sea. I used the bucket on it and on the water. It mixed with water and disappeared after some time, leaving clear water. I used this method to clean a huge portion of the sea. I don't remember how but I died on this level and started again. I cleaned the sea as before and went to a destroyed building. There was a Shine Sprite which I collected. And that was the end of the level.
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#008
[dream]
I was watching some videos on YouTube and talk to someone. Next I was writing on some forum, that a song started playing in my head. The song's lyrics were something about God and something... I don't remember, because the text that I wrote was changing. (Like it almost always happens in dreams.)
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1. I had just fallen asleep for a nap in my room when suddenly I fell into a dream consciously. I was now in a dream copy of my room. I got up out of my bed fully lucid and floated downstairs although I had no intention of floating. Everything looked like it did in waking life oddly enough as well. As I floated down my staircase and to the front door I realized how real everything felt. I stopped for a second and took everything in. Wow, how real it felt, as always. I then opened my front door and floated outside. I noticed that there were now two big trees in my front yard that used to be there when I was a kid. These two trees shaded the entire front yard, and it looked nice.
I walked down the path leading to my front door and looked around. The sky was completely overcast and the weather felt nice. On the sidewalk in front of me I see two girls walk past me casually. On the sidewalk across the street a guy was walking in the opposite direction. I immediately got the urge to have sex with one of the girls, so I floated over to them. Just as I started approaching them, they look over at me, start screaming, and start running away. It must have been because I was floating lol. The man walking on the other side of the street also looks at me and starts running the other direction. I take flight and fly after the two girls just to see what they would do. They separate and the older girl of the two starts running towards a house. The other one continues running down the sidewalk. At this point I use my mind to influence the dream as a whole. "You are going to stop and turn around. You will not run into that house" I think to myself while looking at her. I feel my command manifesting and she doesn't run to the house. It worked! I start flying towards her again but my flying ability is really suckish because I don't believe in myself. Right now I am literally flying at ground level and from someone elses point of view I probably look like I'm just sliding around on the concrete really fast.

2. I was in the bathroom next to my room in my house. As I walked in, I didn't close the door behind me. I got out my phone and started taking selfies in the mirror. I stopped after a few shots and looked around the bathroom. For some weird reason, everything in this dream had a weird filter on it. Suddenly, I see a detached red sink just laying in my bathtub/shower area that I know had not been there before. I now am semi-lucid. "Woah, is this a dream?" I ask myself. I start looking around the restroom and in the hallway checking for signs that it was a dream. "Well I am using the restroom right now and blah blah blah, blah blah blah"(I started to analyze my situation and everything that was going on at the moment).
However, I was not aware enough while doing this reality check to really notice that this was a dream. I was still halfway in autopilot mode and not fully paying attention.