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D1: Non-Lucid: I was in the middle of no-where. I was just "there". Nothing before it all. Was very odd. I kept trying to build a house but it started very strange. There was just nothing. I mean nothing. I was trying to build with nothing. I started by trying to create a straight line. I spend a ton of time just trying to will a plank of wood w/ my hands to exist. Eventually I got the hang of it & built a whole town! This was an amazing dream as it was like no other dream I have ever had. I've never had a dream where there was just nothing. Eventually there was brown cracked dirt though while I was creating the beam. Now people are there. And I realize I am a teenage boy. HUH? Ya, my gender wasn't correct. I've been a different age but never a different gender. A flood came. There are cars everywhere in the water & other teens. I see 5 in particular & jumped in to save them... I woke up all hazy & fuzzy.

Did a wbtb.

D2: Non-Lucid: I was way back in the early 1900's. And I lived in a home that showed I didn't have much money. It was in town w/ bare old gray looking wood. I felt like the man who was w/ me was my first husband but it wasn't, it was my Mike. We stumbled upon some collectible pieces of paper which had pictures on them. They came from my fathers mother who passed away in real life when I was in 5th grade. Mike said he needed to make copies or forgeries. He left & came back w/ a big stack. We then had to hand over the originals to the authorities for some reason. Mike left & I was frantically trying to find a way to get rid of them but I was too late. I was by some railroad tracks & I heard & saw an old fashioned police car w/ the light on the top so apparently my time line had changed because there were no cars like that in the early 1900's. I started running at an incredible speed through yards & stuff to try & warn Mike that they know & that they were coming for him. I was too late. I no sooner told him than the pounding on the door began & I woke up.


Lately I've only read books that have been written by Mediums for the last couple of months. I've read on average 3 books a week.Learning about energy more & more. I've even done some experiments which were really cool. They were in energy. Energy is everything & makes almost anything possible. I've become a whole lot more intuitive than I ever thought possible. I feel so spiritually liberated & am no longer afraid of death. Because there is no death. Our bodies die & our souls move on. It's only our body that dies. After reading so many books written by Mediums I am so enlightened. My intuition has greatly improved. And even though today I have a crazy fever & runny nose, I am pushing through & keeping up my positive vibrations. I just finished a book by James Van Praagh. It's called Ghost's Among Us, Uncovering the Truth About The Other Side. It's an incredible book! He talks about his life & how he became a Medium. His stories are incredible & inspiring. He literally changed my life. It seems of late though that I just keep having life altering experiences.

New Color Code
Non Lucid
Semi lucid
Lucid

I and my family had arrived at our new house that was huge almost like a small mansion.It still had a resemblance to our old house though.While I was looking around inside I heard that Eye was around but in the front yard area.Knowing that Eye was around I knew I was in a dream. However, I still felt like it was a part of WL reality. I expected for Eye to come inside the house but meanwhile I would look for something meaningful. When I entered the living room Eye approached me and handed me a cat. The cat was white and small like a kitten. So I guess it was a kitten.I nuzzled it close to my face and hugged it. Eye than asked if I wanted something else. I said no than thought about how I could change it to a black cat to represent Eye but than changed my mind cause I wanted a white cat.Afterwards I went up the stairs and was planning on going to the second floor where the neighbors would live. As I went up the steps I heard Dawn was around too. I decided to keep a distance from him just for fun. That way he would look for me and actually put some effort in finding me. But than my parents started calling me so I went to look for them. When I found them I saw Eye and Dawn were present as well and according to my mom we were all going on a trip.

I became aware that the dream had no connection to WL at that point and decided to have fun with the direction it was going in. But this time I would look at it as a quest instead of a trip. Knowing we were going somewhere together I decided to pick a partner/sidekick for the quest. So I jumped on what was Eye and sat on his shoulder area. However, I noticed that upon closer inspection Eye was taller and he now had Dawn's hair and face.But than Dawn came than stopped us from leaving after he jumped with me onto the yard area of the house. I than quickly got on the ground and watched them push at each other and about to use powers that reminded me of DBZ. However, after watching for a bit I decided to stop them and told them that it was no big deal.They stopped but than Dawn went up to my mother and asked her if she wanted to go with him on the boat as partners. Seeing this I thought about how I still wanted Dawn by my side so I went up to him and asked him if it was okay if me, Eye and him could just pair up together. He said no and walked away. I decided to just stick with Eye after that but just as I wanted to set out on the quest I woke up.

Did WBTB

Meditated for 30 minutes.

While lying down I felt myself rotate on the z-axis 360 degrees until I was certain I was dreaming. Again I could barely move for some reason. My dream body felt heavy so my theory was that I was still sort of awake even though my mind was in dream land. Another rotation happened and this time my body was a bit lighter and I could get out of bed.

I went outside my house a visited another in my dream. I remember telling myself since I had successfully performed a WILD I would be in here for a while but I only remember the first section of the dream up until I met a dream character and had a conversation.

Morning of September 14, 2016. Wednesday.



I am using a notebook computer as well as accessing the Internet in an unfamiliar residence which is apparently where my family and I live. Our oldest daughter is present at one point and she is also using her computer. The large room does not have much furniture and I am seated on the floor, my daughter also seated on the floor on the other side of the room. The common distortion of somehow “using the Internet” in an actual notepaper notebook occurs (where images sometimes move on the paper, though not in every such dream, and in this case, actual type appears rather than handwriting).

I try to search for the term “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. I seem to have forgotten how to perform a search, at least in a more feasible manner. I type “Ghost Riders in the Sky” with a small keyboard so that it appears on the notebook paper. I then move the computer mouse across the notebook paper to near the top of the page and watch the image of the print move in line with the mouse. I seem to remember that by doing this, it activates the search. However, nothing happens. I then reason that one has to move the computer mouse more quickly so that it creates a sort of “momentum” as the print on the paper is then somehow “flung” into a virtual but unseen search engine box on the surface of the paper. I cannot seem to do it correctly. I reason that there must be a virtual impetus setting (for the computer mouse) of plus or minus and in a context menu but I cannot remember where it is.

I ask my daughter if she can get the search function to work on her computer. She seems to discover that the search function is offline and informs me of this. Still, I decide to try a different computer, which I recall is in a different room off to my right. There is a very large rectangular wooden table that holds six computer workstations (the narrower end of the table parallel to the doorway), both towers and desktops, each with a large CRT monitor, which are arranged as three facing outward on each side.

I decide to use the middle workstation on one side of the table; the side where the doorway is then to my left. The search still does not seem to be working after I type in the phrase “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. I notice that the USB cable that is required for the search function to work is at an angle, halfway out of the electrical outlet (which is a white upright surge protector power board with three outlets), but tipped to the left (which is based on two absurd notions; one, that a USB cable needs to be plugged in somewhere for an Internet search to work and two, that a USB cable would fit in an electrical outlet).

I adjust the USB cable to push it down fully into the outlet which is on my right. It is in the outlet between where the desktop computer is plugged in (left side) and where the CRT monitor is plugged in (right side). Soon, there is a sizzling sound. I am not sure what is going on. I see an orange glow coming from the monitor without paying much attention to the side of the monitor looking more like a vent with equidistant horizontal louvers. Soon, there are sparks flying out of the outlet along with a bit of fire and more sizzling from the other workstations. I soon realize that I had better turn off and unplug everything. First, I turn off the switch on the power board, but the noise and fiery glow seems to grow and spread and I wonder if I had turned it on instead of turning it off (which is illogical as I had just been using the computer). I go around the table attempting to turn everything off. There is even a power board with three outlets hanging to the left of the doorway at about chest-level, which I also turn off and pull plugs out of. My wife Zsuzsanna comes in. Our youngest son and daughter come in and playfully walk clockwise around the table cheerfully and I tell them that they should leave.

Although the fire becomes brighter and the sizzling louder, it does not really spread that far. Each fire mostly remains inside the perimeter of each computer workstation, which is looking more and more like an arrangement of tall vents with equidistant louvers that I mostly watch the fire through. There is hardly any smoke.

Soon, the crackling and sizzling becomes a very strange metallic music. It is firstly an instrumental version of “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. The metal of the burning workstations “plucks” the song, though is not that loud. The gremlins (from the 1984 movie “Gremlins”), though remaining unseen, are “singing” - though not the actual lyrics, just “ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya” to the melody, though for the chorus, they sing “yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, ghost riders in the sky…” the title being mostly muttered and somewhat indistinct as they go back into the “ya ya ya ya” verse. As I stand in the doorway, I marvel at what seems a “frozen moment” of perfection (even though I know it will cost a lot of money to replace the computers). The thin metallic plucking of the melody sounds very distinct as each louver of the vents snaps, though the workstations (and vents) still appear as complete and undamaged through the fire. (The equidistant horizontal lines of light have appeared in previous dreams, akin to venetian blinds and relating to the nature of liminal space, including with the potential of greater clarity or lucidity, between dreaming and waking.)

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Although I consider this a beautiful and unique dream (analogous to the dream-self identity as the phoenix), it carries the same core meaning (and sleeping, dreaming, and waking components and inherent symbols) as the majority of my dreams since early childhood. Firstly, my unconscious dream self seeks to return to whole consciousness (which is often the primary goal of most dream-self incarnations though in many cases the dream self attempts to “escape” from the “interference” of whole consciousness, or does not want to wake yet) through use of computer technology (as only the conscious mind has viable thinking skills or a stable system of logic). The common “return flight” aspect is here, but in this case as the “ghost riders in the sky” (the sky often being symbolic of the conscious mind as being “above” the dream self), where fire is mentioned in the actual song, fire of which represents emergent (waking) awareness (or if one prefers, the emerging sun or light of day). Orange is also a factor of sentience (and the need to wake up) between yellow and red (which also represent states of consciousness when dominant, yellow or gold being the “softer” phase and red often indicating more of a need to wake, in my case, often after sleeping a little too long, relative to circadian rhythms). The color red increases the pulse and heart rate, and raises your blood pressure in preparation for waking. Red, orange, or yellow are typically the final dominant colors in my dreams (depending on the type), where blue typically serves as the opposite, that is, dream induction itself (or the calming of consciousness which transmutes as the “sky” but focuses via the “sun”).

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Morning of September 14, 2016. Wednesday.



I am at our present address where we live now, though eventually the layout becomes larger and quite different. I am looking for a letter that I had somehow misplaced within moments of reading it. Not only that, I recall at least four other versions of the letter that we had received over the last week or two. It relates to our oldest daughter having some sort of unusual medical concern regarding her back (which is relevant to Zsuzsanna’s younger half-sister, not any of our children) and perhaps needing to stay at a children’s hospice (even though she is an older teenager). I am annoyed, because the issue does not seem real and that it seems more like an incompetent intrusion by the government.

I look through a few piles of magazines and random papers, including piles of scholastic worksheets and unused coloring-in-pages (one featuring four rockhopper penguins on ice ledges of different heights), but cannot seem to find any of the copies of the letter. I tell Zsuzsanna that I do not know how all copies have seemed to vanish including the one I had just been reading at a desk.

Over time, as our residence slowly expands, I notice that our oldest daughter has gone into the left side of my wardrobe to sleep (while in a standing position). This does not strike me as unusual. I begin to hear her deep breathing through the closed wooden door.

I notice Dick Van Dyke (the actor, now 90 years old in reality), who is wearing a black business suit, walking around as if he is looking for something. He appears as he did in the late 1960s. I am not all that surprised and find it a welcoming visit. He stops near my wardrobe and puts his ear to the door. “Your daughter is very special,” he says sincerely, “she creates marvelous poetry”. He continues to press his left ear against the left door of my wardrobe and comments on the rhythm and beauty of her poetry, even commenting on particular stanzas that I myself do not hear, and even though she is asleep. (Our daughter is a very talented artist and she has done professional work for others at an early age, but she does not write much poetry.)

I finally start to talk to him by firstly addressing him as Richard.

“Richard?” he considers in a puzzled manner, not directly addressing me, but absentmindedly looking at the shelves of what is now a grocery store. My wardrobe is now perpendicular to the beginning of the aisle. “Richard,” he softly mutters, barely audible, and seemingly responding to an incorporeal voice rather than my actual presence. I conclude that I had unduly puzzled him and instead decide to formally address him by his surname. I cheerfully start to say “mister…” but then I somehow forget his surname. He does not acknowledge me at all but seems to be interested in studying the contents of the shelves, picking out a jar of orange marmalade (emerging consciousness metaphor), while I continue to wonder where the letters from the government are (subliminally waiting for my dream self’s ascent into whole consciousness as a letter symbolizes potential threads between dream self and conscious self in non-lucidity).

I go through a couple “rooms of our house” and end up near the entrance to “our house”, which is now the checkout area of the Woolworths grocery store. This does not seem strange to me at all. I look through a pile of papers near two different cashiers, but still cannot find a copy of the letter. I am not bothered by the unknown patrons being in our “home” which is now apparently solely a grocery store.

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This dream was typically precognitive (as there is a precognitive element in nearly all my dreams of one kind or another, often left unappended - in fact, over the last few years, at least one a day based on something my wife or daughter had thought of or mentioned to each other without me having any way of knowing), though in a rather skewed sense as is often the case. Zsuzsanna had returned from shopping with a sheet of paper (given out at the grocery store checkout) that was a coloring-in drawing for the promotion of a children’s hospice (featuring four hummingbirds, not four rockhopper penguins, though still in the same position regarding the birds). I find it amusing how dreams do this all the time, that is, foreshadow forthcoming events, but often in a “cleverly” altered way (though literally or visually exact in many cases).

Still, in contrast, there are the typical dream signs and standard components and waking transition. Our oldest daughter has gone to sleep (dream sign) in my wardrobe (secondary dream sign) and my dream ends with a typical waking transition symbol (a grocery store checkout symbolizing the leaving of the dream state). My preconscious personification (here, Dick Van Dyke) ended up “avoiding” me, or “failing to understand” as is often the case, but still lovingly commented on the nature of my family (just prior to the waking stage), the most important aspect of my life.

I recall running through a city, with buildings collapsing all around me. It was night, I think. Rubble was coming down that I had to dodge. I somehow got up to "my" apartment, which was somewhere in a half-ruined high-rise. I was in my apartment, overlooking the rainy city at night. It's possible the entire outer wall was torn off. I think I was called and received "an assignment".

I went back out into the rubble outside, until I was below a pretty tall skyscraper (either under construction, or collapsed, leaving only the "skeleton") and got to a ladder. I climbing this ladder all the way to the very top. All that was left was steel beams 200 meters above ground. Fear of heights kicked in, but obviously nothing like real life (or I would never have started the climb). I was carrying a knife in my hand. Suddenly, out of nowhere, some other guy, quite young, clambered towards me. He asked why I had a knife. I said it's for self-defense. He wasn't pleased with the explanation and wanted me to drop it. I didn't want to. The situation got violent pretty quickly. At some point, he tried attacking me with a knife of his own (or did he disarm me?) and I stopped his attack by simply grabbing the blade. I thought this would have cut my hand badly for sure, but I didn't feel much and I didn't notice any blood. Later, I stabbed my knife into soft skin of his lower jaw. Suddenly, there were many other dudes up there, eager to "avenge" my transgressions. I decided to get out of there. I went back to the ladder, and used it to slide (faster than climbing) all the way down at breakneck speed. I reached the ground, but knew they would be coming after me.

So I ran, around another building, which I knew was a posh hotel. I was trying to break line of sight to my enemies as soon as possible. I went into the building, but instantly remembered this wasn't the main entryway. I walked to the end of the hall, and pressed the elevator button. I nervously waited for it to arrive, until I noticed a pretty girl in a cubicle next to me. I was embarrassed, as I remembered her, and as it looked as if I'd been staring at her (I wasn't, I was just absent-mindedly staring at nothing). I turned around and exited the building again. That's when I got a phone call. It was the police. I was terrified, and figured my attackers had called the cops. But no, it was about an incident back in October of 2007, when I worked as a waiter during some kind of reception (this never happened), and where I was falsely accused of theft. The cop said (in Dutch), that they were finally ready to convict me, and that "De Gucht" (Belgian politician) would be on the jury. I was annoyed, because the way the officer spoke implied he was certain of my guilt. I told him (also in Dutch) I was disappointed I would be "convicted for something I did not do". This was right before waking, and I think I said this sentence out loud in reality.

This was a long night of dreaming with many many details and many experiences, a lot of which have faded. I did "sit on a bench in the park" mindfulness meditation for 20 minutes yesterday, then about 10 minutes more walking meditation, focusing on being present in the moment. It was wonderful.

+ LD#203 music lesson, wake next to mouthpiece, wrong clef, practicing taps mentally, FA in CH, tell wife about music lesson, see strange lighting shining on city buildings far away, see colorful dot flying through air that becomes UFO, comes right down outside my window, nose pinch, get lucid, walk to dining room, open door, grab UFO/alien in my arms and make a wish: GIVE ME LUCID DREAMS ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT, ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT, ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT! GIVE ME LUCID DREAMS ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT, ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT, ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT! Then I remember my goal of summoning Chloe Grace Moretz. I walk out to the deck and around the corner to the left I do a left-handed behind the back summon and bring forwards a DC, looks about the right height, hair is blonde but I can't see her face. I continue holding her hand in mine, up over my head, and we're sort of dancing around each other in circles, I'm trying to see her face. I finally stop and say "show me your face!" It stops and looks at me and resolves into a 60-70 year old short bald white man with bags under his eyes. In disgust I dismiss it/him and summon JG (SG): I get a girl of about the right age/height but her hair and face is wrong. I then corner her against the deck railing and demand from her "Are you SG?! Who are you?! Who!?" I lean in for a kiss despite her face still being wrong and
wake up, only imagining the lip contact

+ energy/magic battle

+ enemy gang room, "what's happening here?" "All is OK"

+ coming in to house out of the rain getting my backpack in the living room? Go to garage clown in right corner, punch it but it's just a dummy, my master <a Mr. Miyagi type> is there and is performing a ritual with object at an altar and his hands start glowing with rainbow colored power, I go to the altar and do the same and see the same on my hands, and I take a deep sniff of the burned-woods, then Master takes an awesome balancing crouching one-foot on ground Kung Fu position which I know I can not duplicate. Then a huge truck starts coming down the garage and Master says "Oh so they've decided to come here," I look out and there are very odd looking people/being in the cab of the truck, they back up then head down another way, and the truck transform in size while it moves down the path to become much smaller, because it has the ability to fit into any space it drives. The truck is carrying my opponent whom I must battle.

+ laptop NSFW screen in CH bedroom with wife and another, close screen but some picture shows up on the laptop outer cover (not NSFW) and I think that's a really bad design

+ In some concert, wife and I are doing to a Michael Jackson concert? Some interaction with usher man? I need to return to car parked a few blocks away a van is blocking the path after stepping stones walk around it enter park through fence by drinking fountain and take blob of gum out of my mouth in pieces, trying to put each piece in the garbage can there but don't want to touch all the other gum pieces around the tiny opening. My waist bag is missing [DREAM SIGN] and I need to get it, there is alto the bottle of valueable liquor/wine my wife mentioned, I think I left them in a tall garbage can in the park, I start heading that way but a large rowdy gang of thugs appears too and at first I wait or them to leave, but they're going for the garbage can with my stuff so I gather my courage and go there, too. They find my bottle of liquor and eventually give it to me but I refuse, saying "you probably peed in it" they say they didn't.

Then I'm sitting in a sport in a small cafe with my wife, my arms are full of things I'm carrying and placed on nearby tables. More people come in and I'm getting self-conscious about all the space I'm taking, but I don't want to move it. Some people ask me to move things and I do a little bit. Then they make what I think is a disparaging remark and I scream out "WHAT!? WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" They answer "thank you for moving your stuff", I say sheepishly "you're welcome" then someone on the other side of the room snickers, I think at my out of place anger.

+(f) DO: man and woman on bed

Slept through last night without any wakings, so poor recall.

1) Went into a bedroom, I had to go through another bedroom to get to it. I knew it was going to be scary, for some reason, but wanted to experience the fright and get over it. I walked in and felt very frightened then looked around and changed the feeling into a nice feeling and all the fear went away and the room felt pleasant. then I walked out.

2) Stood by an animal enclosure. I saw a cat chasing a baby rat. The rat was in the cat's mouth so I picked up the cat which I noticed was an odd brown/grey colour so it wasn't one of mine, and coaxed to to let go of the rat and give it to me.

3) Fragment: serving up some food to a friend's husband, he wanted seconds so I served up some more, it was square chunks of odd looking but he said he wanted lots.

I'm talking to Cor. He tells me that he can identify who has been with who in a purely sexual way, based on the messages that they leave behind.. on FB? I'm doubtful, but he manages to take my doubt away by accurately stating who I've been with. What the hell. I need to remove this stuff from FB right away.

Read some articles about online privacy violations by government and private companies throughout the day.

Lucid Limbo
I’m in a single room with my blonde ex girlfriend and two male pilots. The pilots are ‘hers’. She’s using the corporate jet I believe. The two pilots are sitting at a desk/table in the corner of the room, facing the wall, though also facing sideways a bit. I seem to be lying on the ground or perhaps on a mattress. My ex is sitting on top of me. She is trying to seduce me and tells me emotional stuff, such as that she’s missed me and wants me back, or something along those lines. I participate in the physical stuff, but I refuse to say stuff such as that I want her back, cause fact is, I don’t. I at one point get a sly grin from the left pilot. I kinda ‘good for you, bro’. I tell her that the pilots gotta leave the room. First she mentions a reason why they can’t and I tell her that I mean for them to leave the room. She agrees to that. More stuff happens

I’m now with my friend Sil in my room. Everything is purely platonic, though the feelings from the first part are residual. I leave to go to the toilet. The toilets are a far cry from what the toilets in my dorm look like, though I don’t realise it. One of my dormmates is collecting money for internet and such. I’m not in my room, so I hope he doesn’t find me. And I hope my friend / my ex (she changed back?) tell where I am. I can hear her voice and I think she did tell where I am. I attempt to silently, fully close the door to this particular toilet / shower. The door is messed up though and won’t fully close. Plus, next to the door are windows, so he’ll be able to spot me. I move out to a larger area, still completely naked. I’m hesitant as people might drop into this living room like area and I’m nude. Somewhere along the line (I can’t tell where exactly, I think in the shower area) I have the notion that I’m dreaming. I look at my right hand. No black letter S on it. There’s a faint trace of it at most. I try to push my finger through my hand, but no success. Not dreaming? I look at my right foot. Six toes. The one on the far right is even bigger (and misshapen) than the big toe. Ok that can’t be real. But.. the RC failed? Have I always had 6 toes on 1 foot? No way. I look at my left hand and discover that most of my pinky is gone. Guess I know where that extra toe came from. I sorta try to cut my toe with my finger as a means to restore reality to how it should be. Next I try to push the remainder of my pinky on top of my extra toe, in an effort to make them merge and get my pinky back where it belongs. Why are all the RCs failing? Still, I’m clearly dreaming right? Come on, hand and foot?! I get hung up on the failed RC though and let it affect me. I’m positive nevertheless. I perform a hovering above the ground sliding tackle somewhere. I know I’m dreaming, so I can do whatever. Still the RC is on my mind.

I’ve forgotten part of the dream, but I’m in a big office like building with open structure. The stairs and elevators, basically the whole lobby area, is in an open area with walkways on every floor directly on both sides. I feel like I’m not sure of what to do, given the RCs failing. I decide to aimlessly Spider-Man around. I shoot some webbings and swing myself up. On the way I overhear some corrupt anti-narcotics officers talking. One of them has bought a new GoPro, claiming it was necessary for work. When he isn’t paying attention to it for a moment I decide to shoot some webbing at it. I continue to kind of aimlessly web, not feeling any excitement and not fully appreciating that I’m lucid.



I'm standing somewhere in the town I was born in. I think I'm a kid again. I've been taken back to the 1990s (1992 or 1993?). I'm outside during the day and there's something that relates to a racism discussion. I'm not sure if it's actually being discussed right now or if it's all happening in my mind. I wonder about some things to which extent I actually find them racist and to which extent I feel obligated to think that they are racist. Eventually music starts playing. Snoop Dogg and then I think also some other rap (2Pac?). I love those guys in this context, whatever this context exactly is. A girl who in real life would be my age starts talking to me.. but then stops?

I had a LOT of dreams this morning. Too many to count or remember. Most of them were fairly action-y. The only one I remember is the last one:

I was a group of others in a post-apocalyptic world. Not sure what happened, but everything looked quite barren outside, and abandoned. I said to a guy that I was going with two girls who were leaving for some other location quite far away. Which was supposedly safer (or was it?). The guy suspected (and he was half right) that the reason I was going with them was because they were quite attractive. I'm such a creep, right? But whatever, their plan was sound so I figured tagging along made perfect sense. I think I took along my AR and possibly some other weapons. I think I very vaguely recall flashes from the actual journey.

The dream had a soundtrack. It was moody yet beautiful, fitting the scene perfectly. It played when I looked at the view around me. I remembered it when I woke up, but forgot it since. If only I was a composer!