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I remember having a dream, but I can't quite recall it.

"You will always be the sunshine, I will always be an eagle"

Morning of November 17, 2016. Thursday.



I am wandering around in La Crosse as I have the vague realization that I am tired and should probably go home. My dream self seems about twenty years of age. I fly to the back of a building, to the first-floor’s extended roof of the building which has at least two storeys. This feature provides access to two apartments on the higher floor. (The feature is similar to the Rose Street building I lived in as a young child, except it only had one hallway door to the first-floor roof. The location itself seems more like the area where Dennis lived years ago which also had only one door to the first floor roof.) From the outside, I have a false memory that my apartment is to the left and the one on the right is where my brother Dennis lives. He appears as he did in the 1970s.

The setting is very distorted. Even though I remember living and sleeping in the apartment, it is far too small for a human being to either go through the doorway or actually live inside the building. The height of the living area is no more than two feet. This puzzles me but neither triggers any realization that the situation is impossible nor results in stronger emotions. I consider that the building is mostly made of a stack of bricks that shift a bit at times, which somehow makes the apartments smaller or larger at different times.

There is a conversation between Dennis and our (fictitious) landlady, which eventually relates to something about feeding homeless people in the area. I cannot get into my apartment so I decide to sleep on the roof while thinking of how the homeless people will be fed as it seems like a worthwhile task. Dennis has some carrots, lettuce, and potatoes to start a stew or soup. Eventually, just as I begin to wake, there are vague thoughts about geese flying over the building and returning to the area.

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Wandering around feeling tired is a dream state indicator created by subliminal awareness of being asleep as well as having been tired in reality prior to my dream. This is additionally evidenced by wanting to sleep on the roof, which is a liminal space divider related to depth of sleep and how much of the conscious self identity is present. It is also why my dream’s setting is rendered as too small to access. The geese returning to the area is typical vestibular system correlation, autosymbolism for waking process thoughts in “returning” (waking back into) the physical body while leaving the illusory dream body. There are also mild thoughts of hunger. The “feeding” reference is to me, as “homeless” is based on liminal awareness of not being awake in the physical body.

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When I was in 3rd grade I had what I call a dream lesson about jail. The Voice was telling me what will happen to people that don't follow the rules and I was teleported inside a jail and I was flying down the isle between the cells as if floating on the ceiling and I saw the men in prison screaming and yelling from their cells at the guards. They were wearing orange and yet back then in my mind people in jail wore black and white stripes. I saw the face of a man that had sores all over his face and looked like a skeleton monster to me. He looked right at me up close and I woke up. I knew I never ever wanted to go to jail. Last night I had the same dream....but it was my little brother as the man I saw. I asked if this was the same dream I had as a child? I didn't hear an answer, I just knew it was. I didn't really need to ask. My little brother has been in jail most of his adult life and was in and out of detention at 14 years old. Last I heard he was an indigent in Miami somewhere. I looked up his latest mugshot 1/2016 and he looks like the monster I saw in jail. Now I am curious if he is in jail again or even still alive.

I was playing through text options as if I was on Fallen London. One card said something along the line of "Trials of _____ House", which I selected.

I am in first person again, and I was in a modern club, with a stereotypical rich godfather and all that good stuffs. Me and someone else were infiltrating the place to find blackmail material regarding the godfather, in case he was a pedophile or something like that.

We got into a room next to the godfather under the guise of needing their... services. We beat up the workers, knocked them out, and tied them as I tried to spy on the godfather. He had a harem of girls serving him. We stole a few jewelries from the room and then amdemto get away since we couldn't find anything to black ail him with, but somehow they caught us and the godfather walked out to meet us.

Somehow everything worked out. The mafia collapsed. They were linked to the government. The perspective moved to a misty morning in a military airport, with the president of United States (he was blonde, but he didn't look like Trump) using his VP (who looked like Hillary Clinton, but whom I am pretty sure wasn't) as a scapegoat. He walked away from her and the guards, popped champagne and lifted the foaming bottle up as mist enveloped him. The credits roll.

I had a false awakening (I don't know why I don't do reality checks in these when I have always did reality checks after waking up) where I was sleeping beside my father. I may have gotten up a bit and used my laptop to searhc up naughty stuffs while he was sleeping.

My dream returned to the president again, back where we left off. The VP was crying and protesting her arrest as the supposed mastermind behind the Mafia, while on the other side of the mist the president talked to some shadowy figures.

My dream transitioned to me playing 3D Metroid (I have never played Metroid) where the environment are in HD 3D but the enemies are pixelated. I fought my way up what looked like a warehouse, got up an elevator, and came to a plaza surrounding a courtyard. I discovered that I have unlimited jetpack and I flew up to the top level, and tried to fly to an enemy and cut it in half with a sword. I missed and flew out of the map, which was a building floating in the sky surrounded by the vast emptiness of the skybox. I curved around and flew back inside the level for another try, but I missed again, then I woke up. I would also note that the flight felt different from the other times I flew in my dream. It felt like actual flying, unlike the levitation I always did not counting the one time I had angel wings.

I find myself at a performance of some sort; possibly a graduation. I'm among many of my old peers from Westmont, most of them being members of the orchestra I was a part of for the year I attended the college. I see my old conductor, and I seem to remember having a desire to approach him, but i cannot remember whether or not I did. I enter a rehearsal space, and in the dream, it conveyed itself to me as the place we rehearsed every Tuesday and Thursday. But upon my awakening from the dream, I realize that it was not the chapel in which we regularly rehearsed. In fact, I think it was a place altogether new to me, but somehow similar to my high school band rehearsal room. But this new room presented me with a sickly image of a rainy night outside of my old home, and I think some of my dream took place in this situation, but I cannot remember. This dream occurred the night after my ex-girlfriend decided to text me for the first time since we broke up. She reached out first, having read the letter I had written her about two weeks prior. Many mixed emotions swirled about my brain that evening, and I attempt to find some meaningful connection between the occurrence and my unusual dream. Of course, I had previously had dreams about Westmont. And it makes sense. I spent a year there, made friends and memories, and then left. And my thoughts often drift to questions of whether or not I should have stayed there, or if I even should've attended it in the first place. Perhaps if I had continued my education there, I may never have met my summer lover, and would be free from my love-lorn afflictions and anguish. Maybe i would've found someone else; someone who made me truly happy, and who deeply loved me. But I do not like dreaming about such things, as they are notions of the past, and are unchangeable and unattainable. I long for happier dreams. Dreams of freedom, success, bliss

1. I was inside of a large room. The lights were off but I could still see extremely well given the fact that there was still a good amount of natural light coming through the windows in front of me. The walls were white and the floor was covered in a nice looking soft white carpet. Most of the room was empty except for a few things here and there, and a TV that was in the corner of the room. Suddenly my friend Taylor walks into the room through the rooms double doorway. Immediately I notice how different she looks. "Oh my gosh, you look like a midget" I tell her(no offense to any midgets that might be reading this). "What the hell Cory!" she says jokingly as she laughs. The Taylor I know in waking life is about 5'6, but this Taylor looked barely 5 feet tall. Her head was also wider as well and some of her facial features were slightly different.
Suddenly the TV in the corner of the room comes on and on the screen there is a random black car and a huge monster truck looking truck parked next to it. I unintentionally focus on the screen and suddenly find myself going into it. I was aware that this was happening, but I did not become lucid. Seconds later I am now standing next to the black car and monster truck that were on the TV screen I was looking at only moments before. I open the driver door to the small car and get inside. I don't remember starting the car, but that being said it worked perfectly fine. As I start driving I notice that Taylor is suddenly now in the passenger seat, and there are also two random girls in the backseat. I don't really care, so I keep on driving. I am driving towards the end of a cul-de-sac, and I notice that it is extremely packed. There are cars parked on each side of the road, and there is an island in the middle of this cul-de-sac with a rather extremely large tree coming out of it. At the end of this cul-de-sac I can see an opening where a fence seems to have fallen apart. Through this opening I see a field of grass and more houses in the distance.
I remember exchanging some conversation with Taylor and the other girls in the car as they seemed rather unnerved. As I ever so slowly drive around the island to make a U-turn and get out of the cul-de-sac, I see a really tall old man start to approach the car. Given how slowly and cautiously I'm driving to avoid hitting any of the parked cars around me, this old man is catching up to us fast. The old man looks to be slightly above 6 feet in height, and he is wearing a white t-shirt with a green jacket over it, old faded blue jeans with holes in them, and old sneakers. At this point I hit the gas with immense focus as to not get into an accident or hit something. The old man starts running now, and I find myself going even faster to get away from him, all the while every female that is in the car with me is screaming. I make it past all of the parked cars and now I am just focused on getting around the large white monster truck that is parked in the middle of the street.
I am now approaching this truck pretty quickly, so I think fast. I plan to slow down and drive around it; that simple. As I get about 30 feet in front of the truck, it suddenly turns on and the headlights come on as well. No one is driving it, but it is now accelerating straight at us as though it were alive in some way. Looking to avoid complete disaster, I look to my left and see an area of grass that I could drive into and I realize that I might be able to get out of the trucks path and still escape this dangerous neighborhood that I am in. Seconds later I enact on this plan. I drive into the grass just as the truck gets no farther than 5 feet in front of me, however, the truck seemed to anticipate this action and swerved right into the grass and ended up colliding into my car head on. At this point, I am now a point of consciousness, but I am still in the car. I hear a male voice say, "The car is totaled and no longer usable; you have failed".
With that I end up coming back out of the TV and back into the same room I was in before. Suddenly I got the notion that I was late for work considering it seemed like quite a bit of time had passed so far, and I thought I had woken up. I walk out of the room and find myself in my room in my own house. Still, the lights are off but a source of natural light is making things easily visible. I quickly put on my work clothes and check my phone for the time. The clock on my phone reads "3:41 P.M". "Shit" I say to myself as I become anxious to get to work. I walk down the stairs and while doing so I look out the main window at the front of my house. Outside the sky is dark and there are literally pitch black storm clouds that are starting to fill the sky. As I walk into the living room I see that my father is watching the news. On the news, the new anchor is saying that "it is going to pour".
After watching the news for those few sparing seconds, I then continue into the kitchen where I see that my dad has been preparing a meal. I see that he is making home made macaroni and cheese and something else that I recognized as the main part of the meal; I believe it was some sort of meat. The kitchen is filled with the strong aroma of what I knew was going to be delicious food, but I knew that I had to wait until I got home from work to eat it; that was, if there was any left. "Shit, tamara, noah, and devin will probably eat everything before I get home" I think to myself. Just as I am about to leave to go to work I see that more macaroni is being made. On the granite counter, my dad has placed the home made macaroni onto some sort of frying pan and I can see the mac and cheese literally scorching, but somehow it is not burning. The mac and cheese isn't even properly being fried as the frying pan is just dry except for the mac and cheese.
I remember how I'm already late for work, so I hurry back to the front door and go outside. The sky has cleared up a little bit but it is still rather dark. Suddenly I just somehow end up at work. I don't recall driving there, I just sort of teleported somehow. I now find myself standing in the Toy's section of my job(I work at Walmart). As I am walking to my department, the Garden Center, I think to myself "Gah damn I might really be fired this time." I notice that almost all of the lights are off in the store currently, so it is rather dark. The only part of the store where the lights are on is the electronics area, and over there it is extremely bright. As I continue walking through the Toys section I see my co-worker Don. Just as I am about to talk to him a lady on one of the toy aisles to my left asks "Excuse me sir, can you help me?" I am rather annoyed, and I end up just ignoring her and walking over to electronics for some reason.
As I get over to electronics, my eyes adjust to the bright light immediately, which is contrary to what I expected. This area is packed with people, and there is a really long line of people waiting to check out at the electronics cash register. I don't think that I really had an agenda on my mind at this moment as I ended up just looking around at stuff. One thing stood out to me in particular. As I walked through the line of people, I saw some sort of large pod type display setup that was holding a large amount of tumblers and other types of cups. These cups were not zoned very well though as almost all of them had fallen over and it looked a mess. As I got up to the display I looked into it and noticed that this pod-thing had sucked down extra cups into a clear storage compartment right below where the rest of the cups were laying. It was an interesting sight and I was fairly intrigued. I knelt down and tried pushing more cups down to get the pod to suck them into this other storage compartment. After about 2 or 3 failed attempts, I finally got the pod to suck a blue tumbler cup down.
Suddenly it occurred to me that it was time for my lunch. I knew that I hadn't even been working that long at all, but I didn't care. Out of no where I teleport back to my house with no break in consciousness. The inside of my house is even darker than it was before and I can hear thunder outside and heavy rain coming down. As I glance out of one of the windows I see a few yellow bolts of lightning. I remember that I only have 1 hour for lunch, so I go into the kitchen with the hopes of eating some of the food my dad had made before I left for work earlier.

I dreamed that I traveled back into the early 1800s and fell in love with a girl there. This dream happened in a world that time travel was just like airplane travel. You had to have a time passport to be able to travel to and from different time periods. The only way that you could take a person back with you was if there was historical proof of the person going missing at the same time you were to take them with you to the future. Since I fell in love with this girl, I invited her back with me, and she accepted. In her particular circumstance, there was a serial killer trying to murder her, and historical proof that she went missing, but was assumed to have been murdered by this killer. Because of this, I was able to take her back to the future with me. In preparation for experiencing the future and all the changes associated with it, she took a Culture Shock Result of Time Travel Preparedness course. We then proceeded to travel to the future. We had to travel in separate vehicles for some reason, and once we got there, I found her as she was ahead of me, and then I woke up.

I had this dream about 7 years ago and it haunted me for about 4 years, ENJOY! I was in a cameraman perspective on the show Fetch watching as the dog handed out assignments. One of the boys got an assignment to go to the hospital. We had suddenly teleported to the hospital and the boy was in a sink sitting and crying in ice water. The doctor walked up to him and said, `OK bud time to lose the shoes!` but the kid had no shoes on `NO PLEASE!` the kid cried. The doctor said `Come on you need it` the doctor walked up to the kid with a large pair of scissors. he then cut the kids feet of! The child squealed like a pig and ruff said `are you OK Jimmy?`Jimmy didn't respond. The Doctor said `wanna lose the gloves?` Jimmy said ` I lost the shoes I might as well lose the gloves the sleeves and the leggings` the Doctor walked up to him and slowly cut off his hands.

I then dramatically woke up!


Does any of this have meaning? If so please tell me!

I've still been paying attention to my dreams and lucid dreaming at times but nothing has caught my attention enough for me to write it. Hopefully something good comes to me soon. ^.^

I slept about 4 hours last night, because i had to wake up early for an statistics exam. In regards to the exam i did good, in ten days i will know if i passed, if not in December i will have to take it again. When i came back home i cooked some pizzas, as "breakfast" and then i went to sleep. (Curiously when i eat pizzas before going to bed then i wake up with throat-ache).

I slept 4 hours of nap, completing a 8 hour sleep total during the day. I dreamt with the following:

I was in my old house (of about 10 years ago) got lucid in my bedroom. Lost lucidity because i had a baby to save. Then went to a study room. I decided i would go through the glass door since it was a dream. I got through, got lucid again. Then i went to my bedroom again, and i realized i was wasting lucid time so i went to an area where there is a lot of light in the house. I saw the ceiling and it got bigger and bigger, making it better and better to fly. When i was about to fly my younger sister came angry, walking fast, shouting why i turned off the dream music. I was going to say it's my dream also (thinking it would it might just be a DC but nevermind), i jumped to a desk, and tried to jump and fly off, but i couldn't. I realized that her shouting to me got my attention, and because of that my dream control decreased a lot. I jumped like 5-10 meters high (in the dream it seemed like 20). I woke up after 4 hours of nap.