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I think I went to bed somewhere around 00:00. Woke up around 08:00 and stayed in bed until 09:10.

Jacket
I've got a white jacket that looks a bit like the Michelin mascot. It's a jacket from a broadcasting company I used to work for. It has the acronym embroidered onto it on the front in black, as opposed to the red 'stickers' in reality. I might've peeled the red ones off already. I'm not sure how to remove the embroidered part though. I'm thinking to myself that this would make an ideal jacket for wintersports if I can manage to remove all the company logo's.

Grenades
I'm sitting at a rectangular table in a non-descript room. My little brother is sitting opposite of me and I think there's a girl or woman sitting next to him. To my left about 2 metres further is either the pope or John McCain, with a white woman sitting opposite him. I believe McCain/the pope was wearing white. My little brother throws a grenade at him which lands just next to him on the table. Everyone but McCain/Pope makes a run for it. He didn't notice because he's got his earplugs in and it seems like he is Skyping on his laptop. The grenade explodes, but doesn't seem to do any damage. My little brother throws another grenade, and we dash for it again. This time it scares the shit ouf of McCain/Pope. There's at least 1 cameraman nearby, so I know this will be televised. I ask to speak to my private in a different room. This room we call Addis Abeba for some reason. The surroundings once I leave the first room suddenly become a bit more ancient/mystic. I get mad at my little brother and ask him what the hell he was doing. I sit on his chest in such a way that I won't crush him with my weight, but that he can't lift his arms. I start slapping him with a flat right hand on his cheeks to get some answers out of him. He whimpers a bit and gives me an answer, but very softly and I can't understand him. I tell him to speak up, but every time his answer is too soft. I tell him he can't get away with this by refusing to answer. Eventually we do leave the room to go back to the original room. At soom point I start to raise my awareness. I am considering everything I'm doing as if I'm writing a script. Someone with a cello enters the room. There was also something to do with music paper, though I can't recall what. My little brother and I go back to Addis Abeba again. I want answers. Eventually he breaks down and tells me that he got fired from his internship, but I can't get an answer as to why. I'm also surprised by the fact that he had an internship and that he got fired again. He whimpers and tells me that things are going bad with Bea. I ask him who that is and he tells me that it's his girlfriend. He has a girlfriend? I'm not sure if he's lieing to me or not. Suddenly my view changes to Facebook, with my aunt and cousin responding to a photo of him and his girlfriend about how they want to meet her and that they'll have to go to the school cafetaria to do so.

Shop
I had another dream, but it's taking up quite some time to write everything down. Maybe I'll do it later tonight. The gist of it is: I'm in a phoneshop to adjust my contract. I end up having a lengthy conversation with the salesgirl and my mom also adds some points. Eventually the girl and I talk about an academic subject.

to bed late (1am), with some valerian extract before-hand

+ (f) on the road driving by LHS with people in a car

+ (f) in a (motel?) swimming pool, there are some girls there but I don't have my goggles

+ (f) conversations with some weird guy

+ scenes in an apartment:

walking down a hallway, spot a brown stain on the (white shag?) carpet. Poop? Coffee? I'd better try to clean it, I get a wet paper towel and dab at it. I should probably use club soda.

trying to close and lock a door. Strange deadbolt. Up-close careful inspection. It's very long. I need to screw on a wingnut to try to hold the door shut, but the bolt is getting in the way.

Party. Cleaning out the freezer. Emptying the automatic ice maker, there is tons of commercial ice in containers, that sort of rounded type with a depression in the middle like from hotel ice makers. Each piece of ice has a logo stamped/painted on it. I'm emptying out all the left-over soda into the sink. Except the root beer, I'll keep that. Hey, why not just keep all that soda?

The sink and the drain in the floor are overflowing and the floor is flooded about a foot of water. Manipulating both the sink and the floor drain. Eventually the water starts swirling and draining. There are a bunch of can lids in the sink I see after the water has drained a bit.

I still feel oil on my body from the massage, I'd better take a shower to clean that off.

I walk into a hallway and 3 naked pale-skinned guys are standing there drinking protein shakes. One is my gay roommate. I wish he'd keep this activities limited to his room. I look to the left and there are about 10 more naked pale-skinned guys doing aerobics in the living room.

+ strange bicycle. There are a bunch of them, how can you ride this thing its mass/weight is so high? A friend starts riding one of them around us in circles.

The toddler is scooting around in a little riding toy in front of his parents on a hill. He falls backwards and hits his head on the ground (not too hard). I say "oops! bonk!"

I was in the basement of Pulp Fiction (i don't know what that actually means, maybe because the place was a basement and there were some guys that after talking were going to kill that guy) [I haven't seen the movie but since i dreamt with that i saw it. I saw the hateful 8 and maybe that's why i dreamt with something like that.]. There was a card that the messenger had who was destined to Einstein. He was old already and retired. But the messenger said that he didn't know where Einstein house was, he just was sent the coords and he dropped the bag from the airplane on the air at that location. The bag that was there was a black bag which had two black bags. One black bag contained paper, blank paper mostly, like 100 pages but the first two pages were written and they were a letter to the messenger saying that they'll soon have to bury him. The other bag had some tubes.

In my previous dream i was a kind of monster fighting a batallion. The king wanted it so he had his wishes fulfilled, although i would never do such a thing, but i just got transformed anyways. This batallion, of the queen Danerys looked behind and saw an army, some horses, they were embushed.

Before that, in a kind of flashback, i saw Daenerys in a castle room drinking wine with a very powerful man. Daenerys looked scared but anyways she said, the wine tastes like blood and fire, just as i like it. Then she said some more words to this man and left. Outside they were (i was observer probably) outside the tower of the Undying. They were left of it and they have to head to the front. They were surrounded by walls, and in the front there were some gardens. So they walked all to the left of the tower and then to the front if it turning right. Then there were some walls too, and some steps north there was no wall. So they went through that open space between walls and they headed to the entrance of the castle. There were more walls and the wooden door was to their left, meaning north.

Driving around a city for some important reason. I was involved but I was also watching what was happening like a show and reading about it in a book simultaneously. Something about a staged riot where a blonde couple I knew were pretending to be religious and they thought it was unfair to be presenting a lie of perfection to everyone else. Something involving older men in a gypsy tent with young girls bellydancing, I’m one of the girls. The next day I drive to the grocery store. I’m only visiting this town. It’s busy and I find a close parking spot but have to walk a long way. I go in and see some plastic jewels to put around the eyes. An older man buys them and his friends laugh at him a little, he has zero shame. I want to buy some but am embarrassed with all the men nearby. I can get them at the store in my hometown but I might forget. I see small boxes of cereal and the brands I ate growing up were now labeled, “legal or not?” I thought it was bizarre. I see some people I know. I check out with only a few items because I told someone, “as I was shopping I realized I had most of the items I was looking for.” It takes forever to check out. When I get to the checker he’s gay and pudgy. He directs me to the card machine and I start to sign my name but accidentally cancel my order and have to start over. He does the rest for me.

Sitting in a grassy lawn with a group of girls. We’re curious what’s going on in a small building covered with vines. We know the boys are in there. It’s a group of celibate, religious boys. An overweight, tall, middle aged woman comes up to us and encourages us to go inside because the men are looking for wives. I say, “well I’m married so I’m not sure that would be appropriate.’ But I go in with the other girls anyway. It looks like my aunt’s old house. One of the guys there we’re familiar with. He’s young with shaggy brown hair and it looks like he’s plucked his eyebrows excessively so they’re a little farther apart than they should be. I sit down and talk with him and he talks a lot. He talks about finding a wife. He says "one can’t be picky unless they want to wake up crying and alone every morning." He talks about his celibacy and there’s a picture of him hanging on the wall. I contemplate that perhaps I would have married him if I was single. He’s not bad, but I seem to have higher standards than him. And could he handle my moods? He continues talking about how the men are supposed to “judge" each other by eavesdropping on their arguments. He gets really angry when they close the door and argue in private. Secretly I can’t help but wonder if these celibate men are having gay sex with each other. An older blonde man like Steve Avery pokes his head through the window to the inside and gets one of the older brunette girls to climb out. I guess they had a secret date.
We’re out sitting on the lawn again in front of an old, abandoned mansion. After talking with that boy I’m contemplating my life and how it is now versus if I had taken the Christian route that I had intended as a child. As I imagine life as a devout Christian, all the colors in the dream start to become dull and almost gray. I have a premonition of a creepy orgy involving all the nearby celibate christians taking place in the mansion. All of them have demonized faces and are making eye contact with me. It made me really uncomfortable. The premonition faded and the colors were still dull. Yet I saw a red flower come back to life and regain vibrancy, but the wind blew it away. I desperately chased after it and caught it. I went into the mansion and talked with one of the older men. Once I got inside I knew it was the beginning of my premonition. I decided to leave and he wasn’t letting me out. I screamed for help and finally someone saw us, so the man let me go. Everyone had left the yard and the person who saw us told us we needed to hurry and run. The sky had turned dark gray. I wasn’t sure what was happening but we ran. When we got to the neighboring yard the grass was replaced with dark, brown water. We had to swim and it hurt my ears. Once we got to the house they let us in. The host was a very rich young lady from the 1800s.

Having dinner with my entire family, all sides. I’m eating lamb and made jalapeño butter to go with it. A guy says his meat is too tough. I offer him some of my lamb and he doesn’t want it. In the kitchen the cabinets remind me of my dad’s house. Except some are fucked up and won’t close or have cutouts in weird shapes to be able to close. I test alexia’s allergies afterward and they’re moderate-high. That means she’s allergic to the either the peanut butter or the shrimp.

Someone tells me that my dreams are weird and f*cked up and that must mean I’m f*cked up. I argue about that, suggesting that perhaps it means I’m even less f*cked up.

So... last night was probably one of the LONGEST Lucid dreams I've ever had....
Yet it wasn't very exiting at all...
Ok so, I was packing up for a trip to a place I've been wanting to go to my entire life, which was Sweden! I was super exited but also very nervous. I got to the airport about 2 hours earlier because I couldn't wait any longer to go, I was very worried about leaving my Animals in the care of another person which i usually always am. One the flight attendants said we could begin to board the flight i hopped out of my seat and ran inside to sit down and make myself comfortable because it was going to be a long flight from California all the way to Sweden. After about 12 hours i knew that we should have been over land by now but when i looked out the airplanes window i could see water bellow. I was very confused but i couldn't see any flight attendants any where so i could get some answers. I decided to go to sleep and i knew for sure that we would be there by the time i woke up.
When i awoke the plane was still in the air and we were still flying above water, now i was worried! I looked for flight attendants but i still could not find any. I decided to go on my IPad to get my mind off of things and I found a news article on my Facebook page that said the American flight #333 went missing yesterday around 7:30- 8:00. I remember looking at the plane as i boarded and realized that the plane i was on was Flight #333. (I can only explain this Flight # by saying this in 5 simple words... My favorite Number is Three!) I panicked and began to share my information with the other Folks on the Plane and everyone began to panic. We still saw no sign of Flight attendants so i got up from my seat and went up to the from of the plane where the Pilot and CO-Pilot where but no one was there.... no one was flying the plane and no one was serving the drinks that looked like they were just recently prepared for the passengers. I turned around to go back to my seat but now there were no Passengers and that's where i realized that it was just a dream.... and i woke up feeling like I had slept for a year straight.