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1. I was in my car, driving down rayford road(a road near my house). Pat was in the passenger seat to my right. I had just driven over the railroad tracks when I noticed there was snow everywhere suddenly. Not far ahead of me there was a huge hill of snow right in the middle of the road. "Haha, it never snows here. I'm dreaming" I say out loud in an unsurprising tone. I continue driving though. "I should probably stop somewhere and park" I think to myself, "Nah this is a dream, Pat will be alright". I then open the driver door and hop out with the car still in drive. I'm now standing on the road. I look behind me and see my car still going, and it doesn't seem to be slowing down. I get off of the road and walk over to an area that seems to be snow-less. This certain area was full of bright green grass and strong thriving trees; completely void of snow. It's like mother nature left out a patch of fresh spring-like nature and forgot the snow.
I'm now walking through the grass. "I gotta maintain my awareness, like always" I tell myself. A few meters ahead of me there are two guys fighting, and they were going at it with full force. Suddenly the dream starts fading. "Haha, I got this" I tell myself as I go around touching things and using my 5 senses to re-stabilize. The dream is now stabilized once more and I continue on my adventure. I stop walking and look up into the sky. It's partly overcast and looks beautiful. It really feels like winter. I then remember that I've been trying to see this one girl in my dreams forever. I look up at the sky and yell out "[her name] where are you?". My voice echoes loudly across the sky. I look around waiting for her to appear, but she doesn't come. I knew that all I needed for her to show up was to put in a little more effort and expectation, but suddenly my attention was put on something else.
I started hearing music playing in my right ear. "Shit, I left my music playing when I fell asleep". I knew the song that was playing too; it was Atlas by Faux Tales. Here's where things didn't line up. I figured I would just take my right headphone out and try not to wake up. I became aware of my real body laying in my real bed and, with my right hand, slowly took out the headphone. The music stopped(After I woke up I realized that I was just experiencing another layer of my dream because I never brought my ipod to bed with my last night because it was dead). I started destabilizing, but easily re-stabilized. I then put my focus back entirely on the dream I was currently in and continued on.
"Lets actually go deeper this time" I told myself as I looked up into the vast sky once more. "Who am I?" I asked to the sky plainly. Suddenly the two guys that were fighting started yelling. I heard a voice replying back to me in the sky, but I couldn't make out what it was saying because of them. I decided to walk over to them. As I did, I noticed a floating mirror a little off to the right of them. I went over to it and was surprised by what I saw. In the mirror wasn't me, but instead, a random guy with long black hair that was kind of curly. "What in the fuck" I say out loud. Suddenly the reflection in the mirror started moving on its own. Seconds later this reflection grabbed the edges of the mirror and climbed out of it. The reflection of whoever I was, was now inside of the dream. "Who are you?" I asked him. "I'm the bad, evil version of you. Let's just leave it at that" he said while giving me a stern look.


2. I was standing on the side of a roof on a random house along with one other guy who seemed to be in his 30s. This house was made of wood and the wood was painted red; it reminded me of a farmhouse/barn. All around us there was a huge flood going on. Me and the guy next to me stood and watched as the water flooded the entire area. I somehow knew that we were 7 feet up off of the ground(we weren't on the very top roof, but a smaller, lower section of it). The water was quickly rising towards us. "We need to get higher up, real quick" I told the guy. "I know" he replied. I paused for a moment and looked all around me. It looked as though the town we were in was about to get engulfed by the ocean itself. The sky above us was partly cloudy and the clouds were orange. The sun was setting.
I saw a train not far from us still moving fast and going about its own business, taking whatever cargo it possessed. It was moving straight through the water with ease. "This could be a dream" I told myself as usual. However, before I could investigate that thought, I felt water touch my feet. I looked down and saw that the water was rising even faster before. "We need to move now" I told the guy. I turned around and saw a window right in front of me. There were no curtains or blinds so I could see directly into the house with no problem. Right beyond the window I saw 3 kids looking at me and the guy. "Open up the window!! Let us in please!!!" I yelled over the loud roaring flood. The kids just looked at us with a plain expression.
I decided that I didn't have time for them to wait around so I started hammering the window with my fist at full force. The guy next to me followed my actions. I cracked the window after a few hits and continued on. Only a minute later, we shattered the window and jumped inside. "Why didn't you guys open the window for us?" I asked the kids. They just looked at me with the same look as before, and after a few seconds they turned and walked away into the hallway of the house. I turned around and looked outside where we just were. The water seemed to stop rising. Disregarding the danger and destruction that the flood was causing, it still looked beautiful. I got out my phone to take a snapchat of where I was looking.

Night of January 2, 2016. Saturday.



In my dream, I am in a field on a sunny afternoon, just outside of the more utilized land of a farm. An unknown male walks along carrying an acoustic guitar, from my left to my right, getting slightly closer but not regarding me in any way.

Inside the guitar is Fox Mulder (David Duchovny from “The X-Files”) looking out through the sound hole and with his fingers (both hands) out and gripping the bottom edge of the sound hole. He looks slightly worried or perhaps is thinking of a way to get out without being noticed. I cannot be certain if he trusts the person carrying the guitar or not. There is no sound; just a sense of curious movement. There do not appear to be strings on the guitar, at least normally arranged, only because I have a clear view of Mulder’s face and his fingers.

This of course is beyond ridiculous; a real oddity. A human being could in no way fit inside a guitar, let alone be so effortlessly carried one-handed by another person (as the guitar moves in a way as it is being carried that would indicate no other weight inside it). However, it seems fairly likely that the guitar represents a casket in this particular case, especially as my father’s headstone has an engraving of a guitar on it, so this is probably a surreal rendering of my thoughts or concerns about mortality. Fox Mulder, highly skilled and having experienced the unexplained, is always “looking for answers” in a world of skeptics (who are often either wrong or instigating a coverup), much like myself on some levels. Since the guitar does not seem to have strings, that is another clue concerning mortality and the inability to “make music” (or to live).

Morning of January 2, 2016. Saturday.



I am sitting in a very small waiting room it seems, featureless other than benches built into the wall on each of two opposite sides (for the length of the wall) though I am not sure what the waiting room is for - possibly a school of some kind. The walls, floor, and ceiling (and even the benches) are white. Curiously, I do not recall seeing a door on either my left or right even though a young version of my wife Zsuzsanna somehow walks into the little room from my right. (I am seemingly not concerned about there being no doors in the room.) She is wearing black slacks and a black top with white polka dots. She sits across the room facing me.

I reach over and lift her top a few inches with my left hand (and to her right) and ask her “what sort of belt is that?” not being sure I would actually see a belt prior to lifting her blouse. I am thinking either real leather or synthetic but she only smiles and does not say anything. The belt is also black.

After a short time, a 1950s song (probably what you would call a novelty song since singers do not usually blow raspberries while they are singing) plays loudly and suddenly (from an unseen source though mostly from above and behind my right shoulder), one I have not heard since possibly 1978. It goes “black slacks (vocal raspberry-like effect) black slacks…” by Joe Bennett And The Sparkletones. The last time I heard it was when I was doing a break-in cassette (of the type Dickie Goodman produced) of about a whole hour - and possibly he used it as well (a good “answer” to “what was he wearing?”) The main video on Google is amusing, as they are wearing white slacks while performing it.

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It was rather strange to have an old song I have not heard in years “break in” to my dream like that from an unseen source; some sort of totally unexpected nostalgia, perhaps (not for the song, which I consider absurd albeit vaguely amusing), but from when I used to make break-in recordings for my classmates and a couple relatives. The room represents the real-time liminal space between sleeping and waking. Zsuzsanna’s presence in this case might be a factor of shared dreaming.

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Sorry for the short and late entry everyone. Last night I dreamed that Carly Fiorina was in my bedroom, talking with me and my family. Someone from my school was there, telling Carly how many times she had seen her before. I remember feeling jealous. When Carly left, she was driving away in our car, and for some reason, we didn't care.