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A star wars style title crawl. Except it was called Dode Dores or something with a lot of 'd's. I couldn't read any of the text underneath it because it was in another language.


They had decided to release another season of the original Teen Titans series. I was watching first episode in it. In it the evil magician guy (I don't remember his name, and I'm not enough of a nerd to look it up.) discovers this evil magic to change peoples sexes. He changes Starfire into a guy and robin dumps her and she doesn't understand why.

He then changed Beast Boy into Beast Bebe and he became this really sexualized character and Cyborg fell in love with him. So much to the point that he started fighting on the bad side trying to get the magician to keep BB the way he was.

But eventually the magician leaves and the magic wears off. Starfire is alone crying in space sitting on a little asteroid.

Uhm if by random chance, any of the writers of the show happen to read the dream, make this an episode. This is clearly very high quality material we are dealing with.


I was walking around my neighborhood. Typical dream foggy weather. I had some problems with thinking I was in reality here because I remember thinking about how it was early morning I had to get home so I could drive into town. It was Wednesday and I had to teach Taekwondo. (Something I have to do in real life.)

I met some guy who gave me a double chocolate muffin and a cup of black tea for free. This used to always used to be my breakfast back when I was living at college and it tasted eerily similar. I don't normally get that much dream food, but when I do, its usually pretty good.

I remember coming up to this house. I knew this kid from school but he wasn't really that nice. He was sitting at a card table in front of his garage. He said he was collecting recyclables for some charity and anything would help. I gave him my muffin paper and paper tea cup. But while I was doing that his little sister went under the table and tied my shoes together.

Spoiler for Profanity (Sort of...):

"Oh, you son of a dick-"

'son of a dick'... hmm...

"-Doing that to me while I'm not lucid! That's just not fair!"

I went backwards and asked myself why I had said that I wasn't lucid and got confused for a second. I then realized that I had said lucid because I was dreaming and actually became lucid. (seriously WTF) I woke up a few moments later.

I was watching a rocket starting, and flying hight into the outerspace. Then my sight followed the rocket and I was watching the solar system, planets and tiniest atoms in there. All of this while listening to someone talking about Pluto, who discovered it and why it's not fully classified as planet. Then I was lying in my bed, looking at the sky and thinking that I should get there one day.

Morning of July 15, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in a building in a public place with Zsuzsanna (in an unknown town and unfamiliar location), possibly a train station, sitting on what is somewhat like a long wooden chest though meant to be a bench near the center of the room. She is on my left. Along comes Werner Klemperer (March 22, 1920-December 6, 2000, as from “Hogan’s Heroes”, though in a formal suit rather than in costume), seeming cheerful and cordial as he sits down on Zsuzsanna’s left.

I am not surprised at all for some reason. I move forward (not standing up) and with some difficulty, try to shake his right hand with my left hand, which results in a bit of difficulty. He does not seem sure how to hold his arm in this situation and for a moment, it seems as if our hands are reversed or at least turned sideways (for example, the back of my hand facing out and forward, thumb down). Even though it is quite awkward making at least three attempts at a “normal” handshake, there is no residual embarrassment. He moves out farther but does not stand either.

Zsuzsanna and I talk to him a bit about what he thinks of the “Lost” television series (which began in 2004), which makes no logical (or interpretable) sense due to him having died before the first episode ever aired. This seems vaguely familiar in conscious afterthought as if there was a very similar scenario in a dream of a few years ago (regarding two or three large televisions being in the same setting). However, this is one of only a few dreams that ever had him as a character, the last one possibly being in 1978 (though I did not do a full scan as it takes some time) - though all other instances regard his Colonel Klink character and persona, I think.

There is not much after this. He does not seem to be too decisive about “Lost” either way. The meeting seems vivid and otherwise realistic for what it is.

In another highly illogical dream scene, I am trying to stop dogs from coming onto the porch in an alternate version of our last home on Barolin Street, though the windows are actually mostly closed anyway (and are sash windows rather than the jalousie windows as they were in reality). I am forcefully slapping a pillow against the closed window, to make a particular dog back away from it. There are at least three dogs though which are not that aggressive. One does grab the end of the pillowcase in his mouth for a short time, as the window then seems about one inch open. Nothing that stressful ensues and no dogs get in.

I have read about people being nude in their dreams... in my dream i am with one of my exes and she is naked and she was standing somewhere...