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She's a Child: My twenty something friend is messing around with a very troubled 17 year old. Every time he brings up her name I reply with, "She's a child. Send her home to her parents. Tell her to finish high school. Tell her you're not buying her alcohol anymore. If you really do care for her prove it by trying to help her, not by taking advantage of her. She's still a child."
Needless to say, this dream was mostly the pair of us arguing.

Barbershop Beeps: I am an old man with very long and very straight white hair, which is my pride. I have a friend who looks like Magneto. We go to a barbershop to get our hair trimmed. The staff send us to separate sides of the shop. It feels like they are up to no good. To convey my suspicions to my friend by talking to him in Morse Code by verbally beeping. It is me in the barbershop chair saying, "Beep. Beep. Beeeeeep. Beep. Beep." And my friend beeps back. We continue to talk in this manner.

Cleaning Cobwebs: My apartment is full of cob webs. It is like I have been gone for a very long time. I need to clean up because someone is using my place to have a bikini waxing party. (are those real?) As I am sweeping down spider webs I find one very large spider with very long legs. It shakes its front leg at me as if admonishing me for destroying its friends' webs. I leave this spider be but sweep away the rest. If the ladies don't like the long legged spider they can take their creepy party elsewhere.

GPS: fleeting dream of being lost in the woods and my gps going crazy
(watched Blair Witch last night)

Dream One- I am in a large city standing on some sort of bridge walkway over a large and busy street surrounded by very tall sky scrapers. There is a man and a woman, dressed in very nice clothes standing in front of me talking excitedly to each other. What I can remember of the conversation they were making plans and preparing for something. I think they were my parents in the dream? I was really too busy just looking around at how huge and busy this place was to listen to the conversation. I remember everything in the city having kind of a bronze and gold tone to it with rounded edges everywhere, kind of futuristic I suppose. A guy stands behind me slightly to my right. I couldn't remember when I woke up if he was my boyfriend or Kurasawa, but I remember that he made me feel super comfortable and happy as if we'd been together forever. He steps forwards and reaches out for my hand and asks me if I would "Like to leave these two here to make there plans and go see what our rooms here are going to look like?" I take his hand and we walk into the big building to the right. The entrance to the building is absolutely stunning. There's a HUGE golden arch over the door with bronze accent lines above and below it. Inside the line that makes the top of the arch are many decorative white and grey moons that start as new in the beginning of the arch, full in the middle, and new again at the end of the arch. Inside the building are many double doors. We walk up to a set and he presses a button. The doors open to a HUGE elevator. We each walk into separate doors, but both doors are connected to the same double sized elevator. Along the back of the elevator is glass so I can watch the buildings around this one as we go up. I find myself freaking out a bit internally about the height, so I decide to stop looking out the window and distract myself. I turn to face the guy still with me, and walk in his direction. I am aware at this point that walking feels like I am wearing high heels. When I reach him, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close. He returns the hug and absentmindedly pets my hair while telling me it will be alright, I will get used to the heights when I ride the elevator every day. When the elevator stops, it opens up right to a room. It looks like a hotel room, with two beds, two desks, and a door that leads to what I assume is a bathroom. There really isn't much to look at in the main room, so I walk on through to the bathroom. What I find instead is a closet with three toilets inside of it, and another door. I mention out loud how incredibly awkward it is to have three toilets in one room because who's going to want to use the bathroom in front of and with three other people?! The guy laughs and shrugs and says something about how he could see it being useful in a party scenario where everyone was too trashed to care. I walk through the door on the other side of the closet to find a bathroom, this one also has three toilets, but a sink and what looks to be a HUGE tub on the other end. While I stop and stand at the toilets trying to figure out why on earth a room with two beds would ever need six toilets, the guy goes straight towards the tub to check it out. I hear a lady scream, and the guy start apologizing profusely and backing away with his arm over his eyes so he can't see. Turns out there was some chick naked and soaking in the tub that we couldn't see over the rim because the tub was sooooo big and she was laying back in the water. I step in to apologize for him and ask why she's there. Turns out that the room next to the one we were in shares this bathroom, and she lives in the other room.

Dream Two- My mom calls me and wakes me up. She claims that my work was canceled because of the are's gas shortage. I think this must be total BS because my work doesn't close for much, and they'd probably expect us to walk or borrow our kids bikes My boyfriend wants to know why she's calling and I tell him, he suggests calling the employee hotline to make sure. I dial up the number and as it's going through it's typical thank you for calling spiel, I wake up.

Dream Three- It's raining and windy outside. We are living in the house I grew up in, but it's my boyfriend, my kids, and I. My mom's there too for whatever reason. Mom and I step outside to see what's going on b/c the weather seems super crazy. a HUGE gust of wind comes, literally blowing us sideways like in a cartoon. The rain gets so heavy as well that the ground is flooding enough for the wind to make waves that wash over us. some trees start falling at the neighbor's house and I am relieved that our house isn't close enough to any trees to get hit. My mom falls over in the water and the wind. I help her prop herself up against one of our cars, and then rush to the garage to find a rope to help her into the house with. I tie the rope to the garage door, and carry the other end out to mom. I tie that end around her waist, and then go back to the garage and pull her in as she tries to walk and swim back to the garage. As soon as she is inside I close the doors and think everything is ok, but then we hear some loud crashing sounds. We look outside and the power lines are being blown over. We watch as they start falling and realize that the power poles are close enough to hit the house. I start running through the house trying to tell everyone to get on the other side of the house. I can see the poles hit the house, but they don't immediately crush the places they land, instead the ceiling starts dipping and bowing. My son is arguing because he doesn't want to leave the room he is in and the game he is playing, but I manage to sound urgent enough for him to leave the room JUST as a power line presses it's way through the ceiling and opens a big hole in the house. I am so relieved that everyone survived that, that I wake up.

Bed last night at 8:35pm - 4am

DR 12:12am

I'm in wooded area, with a 2 story cabin. We are beign chased by a T-Rex. (I was playing Star wars last night, and one of the vehicles looks like T-Rex). So we were running around, trying to distract it while we escape, then tried to sneak away without him noticing.

DR before 4am

I'm in cooking competition. I have some leftover cooked turkey so I decide to make Thai Curry soup with it for the judges to eat, before the competition. I'm trying to remember all ingredients for my competition dish, so I don't have to return to pantry. Looks like my old teachers are the judges. I have only one competitor. After the event, we are all in one large kitchen. I start to clean the dishes and one of them helps and I tell her she doesn't have to. We talk and laugh a lot.

(early)

+(f) [vivid] I'm working on a computer system, the terminals are on the floor, I'm using them to enter various searches.
Something about animals (lions?). Vague things with people in buildings.

(late)

+ on 2nd floor of home, studying computer science (graphics), on the board is written something about a document/class that teaches about graphics curves/ splines, and each document (something to do with Python?) costs $10. Doorbell rings and I go down stairway to first floor, I think it may be my [deceased] mother at the door, I hear her voice? I wonder how it could be her? I get to the door and it's ToZi, he comes in I'm a bit unsure how to greet him I shake his hand. I've been looking for my graphics computer science textbook, my books are spread all over the place and I can't find them. He says that we do not need the paid documents, that we can do what we need with free Python resources(?)

+ LLM (lots of little moments) in (same?) house, first floor, it's a rental(?) we're on vacation with friends(?), getting ready to go to (the beach?), some interaction with the young boy and girl in the family. I'm thinking that my towel is still wet and that I need to get it and hang it up, I see a tall wooden drying rack with 3 solid colored (one green, one blue) towels already hanging on it.

I'm inspecting the wallboards that run along the walls at floor level. They're about 3-4 inches tall and appear wooden, I notice the grain. I'm following the line along the floor and trying to detect differences in the levels of the floor and the height of the floorboards. I finally see an uneven spot where two slightly different levels meet.

There is a bed lying on the floor, there is a mattress there and I turn it over thinking about what may be underneath it. The mattress is covered in a bright blue sheet with designs on it. I turn it over and am a bit surprised to see nothing is underneath it, it's lying right on the bare floor. There are things on the floor. One of them is a key of some short in the shape of a small rifle. It fits some thing and I realize I've finally found the key for the missing (lock?) I put it in and turn the key and it opens. I then hang the key on the object in a way that the key won't be lost again.

I'm in a convenience store and there are slices of cake nearby. One of them I think is red velvet. There are different kinds of thin, individually sliced pieces. I pick up a piece of white cake and bring it close to my face so I can read the nutritional information on the label. The piece falls out of my hand to the floor and it breaks into several pieces, falling behind a shelf/counter. I bend over to try to get to it but can't reach it. I imagine that the store owner has to deal with damaged inventory every day. At the register I'm getting change from the clerk and he's giving me lots of coins. There are 2-cents left in the change and I see that there are 1 (cent) coins left that he could give me, but he instead reaches for a blue surgical glove worth 2 cents to finish my change. I ask why can't he give me the coins instead and he says he can't.

I'm sitting at a dinner table with my (Indian) friends. There are different dishes. The mother who is working in the kitchen right behind a counter under shelves hands me a piroshki-shaped piece of soft, shaped, spiced mashed potatoes. I take a bite and think it's good. I see that she is working on the next dish which is made of small cups of brown and orange (lentils?).

Fist dream

With mother and sisters we were driving from city to our house after some shopping. I was looking at the sidewalk, trying to find someone amidst all the people, but as I was trying harder, the car speeded up to light speed.

Second dream

I was in my old school at PE lesson, with all people from my current school. There was a change - we had a new teacher, who was a really rude and quick to anger person. It was a tall, dark haired man. He shouted at everyone, when with few people we left sports hall he locked doors to it. We took a seat on a bench and waited until he'll come. Someone opened the door and escaped from him - the man went after him but we sneaked past the teacher and escaped.

Quick jot, add detail later:

1) Watching someone in bed.

2) Visiting someone with family. I was BORED.

3) Walked over the street to look at a special SatNav system I had to have for some reason. Noticed I was weraing a dressing gown as I crossed the road. In the shop I was told the system was illegal to use in this country.

4) Drugs at school.

Morning of September 18, 2016. Sunday.



I seem to be outside at a fair in an unknown location (though it may be the Bundaberg Showgrounds) though there are not that many people. It seems to be late morning. I am playing an electric guitar in an unusual way, though it does not seem to be connected to an amplifier. I seem to be sitting on the ground and crouched down, though in actuality, in order to get the perspective I maintain here, I would have to be lying on my stomach. The guitar is lying on its back, its headstock pointing southward based on the Bundaberg Showgrounds orientation. I am mostly using an unrealistically large plectrum (pick) that is a little like a banjo pick but flatter. It seems to be broken near the middle but not completely. The crack or “crease” allows it to fold over my finger at times without it being that problematic. I use it differently at different points, including possibly upside-down or backwards.

At one point, an unfamiliar female looks on. My music sounds very cohesive and interesting (though somewhat harp-like) and I am actually aware of each note in each series even though my focus and playing is based on distance between notes (such as thirds and fifths relative to the frets, which would be the case anyway if I were using a capo though which I am not) rather than a direct focus on the notes themselves. Still, the sounds seem to be very precise. (It is quite unusual to have such a clear awareness over what is being played relative to use of both hands simultaneously and with the sound seeming correct. I believe that this is the first time such clarity and precision has occurred in this way.) Nothing unexpected or unlikely happens; that is, the guitar itself seems to not be problematic in any way or have loose strings as is often the case in such dreams.

I eventually stand up and walk to another area which is mostly undefined. This unfamiliar and unknown area seems to be inside in a large featureless room even though I had not gone through a doorway.

Soon, a miniature Darth Vader who seems like a child in a costume is present. It first seems that the guitar may have been his but this soon seems to not be the case. Although I get the impression that he is a teenager of perhaps sixteen or seventeen his size and demeanor is more like that of a six-year-old and there is somewhat of a sketchy cartoon essence about him. Since he is dressed like Darth Vader I do not see his face at any point.

Soon, I hear guitar playing that sounds like rapid heavy metal riffs. A very tall chubby male (about three times the height of little Darth Vader and perhaps a foot taller than me) with curly white hair comes in. He is playing the guitar as he is walking towards us but his right hand is moving very unrealistically as he is playing, almost like he is continuously and quickly doing karate chops, though with all the tips of his fingers aligned towards himself, palm up. It looks very odd and it would not be possible to play a guitar like this in reality. He is dressed in a weird costume (almost like a woman’s ball gown in some ways) and reminds me of Melvin Belli as he appeared as the Gorgon in “Star Trek” in the “And the Children Shall Lead” episode. (Although our youngest son was Darth Vader at a “Star Wars” event at the mall and has shown an interest in playing the guitar, there does not seem to be any relevant connections here at all curiously enough.)

He starts complaining about the miniature Darth Vader (who is possibly his son though this is not certain). He claims that “Darth” had damaged the guitar by “bending its spine”. This does not really make any sense. The guitar’s “spine” is implied to be the entire length of the back of the guitar (including the neck). Even though I sense that the little Darth Vader is an obnoxious brat (who reminds me of a neighbor from when we lived in Brisbane), it also seems the Gorgon may not understand guitars all that well and as such, the guitar may not be damaged (even though I had thought it might have been me that caused the damage, though I do not actually see any damage).

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As Darth Vader and the Gorgon both relate to space flight on one level, I have included the relevant flight symbol tags. Still, sometimes I seriously wonder how my dreams come up with this weird stuff. Although the Gorgon appears as the last dream character, he does not seem to have any essence of the otherwise common preconscious personification, especially as my dream becomes much duller at this point rather than much clearer (which does not happen very often).

First Scene: Snowy Rest Area
I appear outside of a rest area off of some highways. It's not from my perspective because I can see my self standing in a snowstorm wearing winter gear next to a car. The car is of little importance and I didn't really notice too many details about it. I am to the right of the rest area building in a parking lot which is covered with snow. We are in the mountains somewhere in this dream world. Maybe we are close to one of the Dream Castles, I am not sure. I am the only person here.

A bus shows up. There are a bunch of people on the bus with a bunch of kids. They set up a bunch of tents to the right of me. Probably about 20 tents, some are for sleeping, some are just canopy tents. There is a police officer following this one kid. They come get me and we go through one of the tents together.

New Scene: Massacre
I believed I Was following some variation of the Harry Potter/game of thrones series'. Nothing at all lines up with those movies but in my dream state I believed it did.

I'm at some kind of colosseum with a big group of soldiers. We are wearing armer from the Roman times. We are all on foot running counter clockwise down this hallway. This hallway circles the stadium and our goal is to run in and attack the enemy troops. At the last second I decide I need to hold back because something seems wrong. I warn the troops but they provide wth the original plan. My entire Team got tricked. It was a massacre. The enemies lured my men into the center of the colosseum and surrounded them. The enemies were on horseback, some had little carriages full of enemy troops.

While this was all happening I snuck out and into their fighting academy. They were sparring and practicing their attack strategies. Some how I snuck past them and got out alive.

New Scene: “Jimmy makes a deal”
In another scene my step brother Jimmy was on the run in these snowy mountains. There were big torches lit on fire all over the place giving off a red glow over Jimmy's face. He had a beard and looked much more rugged than usual.
He was making a deal with the devil.

New Scene: “Water Theatre”
I'm in what looks like a giant lake. I'm very far away from land but there is this big floating amputheatre. When looking from up above it looks like a horseshoe shape. The opened side leads to the open waters but in order to get out of the theatre one has to swim and leap out of the water and over a small wall.

I'm outside the theatre looking in and these massive mermaids start leaping out of the theatre into the open waters. They look so realistic and absolutely majestic. Right in front of me, Sanza stark as a mermaid jumps out of the water and performs a glorious swan dive back into the water. It was absolutely fantastic to watch.

New Scene: Moved to Nantucket

I'm very excited to have recently moved to Nantucket. This dream version of the island is very different than the real Nantucket. It's a village built on the water, there's really no land it's all just wooden structures connected to each other with wooden bridges and held up by wooden posts that are buried deep in the water.

I arrive in the village and these two men seemed to have gotten the impression that I owed them something. There were trying to get me to pay them back, they threatened me and I quickly put them in their place.

I walk over to the the village school. I walk upstairs and there is a classroom on he right side about halfway up the stairs. I like my head in hear singing. I go inside and sit down with Bill Belichick's son. He's reading a piece of vocal music. I join in, it's an arrangement from chamber singers. He tells me that he's prepping for when he has to hold a baby while singing. He wanted to learn to sing more gently so he won't hurt the baby while he's singing.

I leave the school and bump into Davis. He tells me to meet over at his place for coffee between 4:00 and 6:00. I ask if he means am or pm and he laughs and says “pm”.

I wake up

Trauma on the bus
I start my dream from my own perspective not from some out of body perspective. I'm on a bus getting ready to go somewhere but looking back, I'm not really sure where. Although my dream self considers this a bus it's really more or a train.

No one is buckled, the buckles aren't even connected to the seats. Instead this “bus” has these blue little straps hanging from the walls. The buckles aren't that of a conventional seat belt either. They are a buckle I've never seen before, perhaps a strap designed by my subconscious, they don't look very safe.

We are moving at this point and I'm facing the traffic behind us. This strange bus appears to be driving sideways but I'm not really taking much note of this and don't seem alarmed in the slightest.

We get a message over the intercom to prepare for impact. There's going to be an accident. At first it's puny, barely an accident at all. Everyone starts cheering! We survived and really dodged a bulletin there.
Then we get a message again, that we are about to be in a much bigger accident. We start free falling down this extrememely steep hill. Out the window I can see that we are flying past cars. I run over to one of those straps and it doesn't fit around me, so I wrap it up in my hand and then sit in my seat. My back is pinned up against the seat. If we hit something going this fast I'm done.

People start calling their loved ones.

I grab my phone to call and say “call Ann Boon”, my phone responds “calling Ann Boon”. My mom answers the phone normally and I quickly tell her I'm about to die. I say good bye. She calmly asks me why, the whole time I can tell she's struggling to stay calm.

We start smashing through things, but we aren't getting hurt. It's very loud. My mom still on the line is doing a fantastic job keeping her cool.

We come to a halt…

We all look around waiting for another message over the intercom, but there is nothing.

We survived!!

I'm in my seat, everyone is so happy we survived. I look up at the ceiling and this long plasma TV starts playing a video. Its a thumbnail photo of every U.S. president that ever lived. We are notified that all of them are here to shake our hands.

I wake up

Dreamed of Roman from Regularcarreviews singing something while I moved through a warehouse of some sort then I saw a man with a refrigerator on a stair. I looked inside and there was expired food in the freezer; I was making notes of what to throw out. I then opened the fridge portion and closed it quickly because it stank so much.

The first time I woke up I was really groggy & thought for the millionth time, "This time I know I'll remember this dream!" (Non-Lucid) so I didn't write it down. I think I am going to put my journal in my bathroom at night from now on. That way when I get woke up for ANY reason I will automatically write it down. I always have to pee when I wake up, so I think that is a good practical system.....Today I got woke up from call from an inmate from a prison I've never heard of before. It was from Licking, Missouri. That's a real place. I looked it up. It sounds like the beginning of a good joke. "Hey, so there was this inmate from Licking, MO, & he said......" Anyway, it through me completely off. I'm not sure what disturbs me more. That some unknown prison inmate has my number, that this is the 2nd time they have tried to call me, or that I may actually know a prison inmate from some obscure town called Licking, MO. No dream recall after that. I'm not even sure I should block it or find out who it is! The craziest shit happens to me. It's always weird shit, not normal ppl shit.

Non Lucid
Semi lucid
Lucid


Max

I don't recall all too well where this dream started but I remember being inside a sandwich shop near my school and waiting for my bacon and egg roll. However, when the cook was done he mentioned that it was night and I should be careful.That was when the scene began to fade and grow darker leaving me to ponder why I was out so late. After that I appeared on my bed and got up to see my dog Max. The lights in the hall were on and there was a Shiba Inu running around too. This reminded me of how in WL my family and I were talking about getting a new dog but than my attention went back to Max. After petting him and playing with his paws than watching him walk on two feet with the help of me keeping him up, I became fully lucid.

My older brother than knocked on my door which I think appeared closed after it was open. I opened it and my brother asked me about something game related I think. Can't remember. I laughed a bit telling him wouldn't it be funny if we were having the same dream. He said yeah but than went back to what he was talking about. I stared at him for a bit and his appearance began to change to a different guy that was in black and white color. So did the background. I watched intrigued thinking about the past until the scene changed.

Next I recall being upstairs where I came into contact with my mom who was annoying me. She than tried to fuse with me. I knew it was a dream and forced her away from me with wind like power. She ended up vanishing and I flew out the door to the outside where I than flew up into the night sky. However, I saw a suspicious old African american man walking in the street with a light orange and white jacket. He started walking in my direction while I was in the sky. I ended up being pulled closer to him too. I thought this was a perfect time to do the dhl mission where I stop a gang but didn't know how to go about it first. The old guy than told me not to worry and gave me his silver mixed with brown small gun.

I said thanks than turned to a random dark blue hooded guy approaching me. He took his hood off and threatened me. I saw him as a violent gang member and even though I was hesitant at first,shot the dream character with the gun like 4 times. He fell back than I turned to my house wanting to go back inside.Afterwards I recall appearing in a house that had similar kitchen items to mine but it was also very different placement wise. I was non lucid and told by a lady to put her tomb like post in the sink than to place it somewhere outside with a special flower or item.

I left it in the sink wondering why I was carrying a dead person's thing than went to the living room nearby where there was a bed. I lay on the bed than saw black jeep appear in the room. Knowing it was a dream at this point I wanted to call Dawn. But the lady who was supposedly the dead person,(She was white with black hair and kind of big. Wearing a black jacket and tight pants)She got under my blanket and put her head in. I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was looking for her husband buck. That she thought he was under the covers. I told her he wasn't there and than a few of her family in the jeep started calling her because they wanted to put her to rest. She went in and they drove off.

The scene than changed and I was now in a house looking at a mirror.As I looked at the mirror I noticed that my appearance was similar,kind of. I also had a cute high pony tail that the sunsetting lighting complimented along with the gold mirror and wooden flooring. But than a girl who looked like me but more like someone I saw from WL, walked up to me and looked at the mirror. However, her reflection looked like she was looking right at me. I than appeared on my bed thinking that I could still be in the dream. Which I was and felt a dc flying all around me till I woke up.

You Can't Make Me Stay With You

Don't recall the beginning but I remember being inside my house lucid and trying to get away from a manipulative little blonde girl dream character. She wanted me to stay inside the house with the rest of her friends but I said no and went to the front of the house. As I looked at the door the girl was calling me back inside but I didn't go.After that I think I became non lucid and was with my family at our new house. The house was supposedly haunted by the blonde little girl though.I became lucid after she started pestering me and flew up and made the dream setting change into a dark grayish void like place with clouds. After a bit it started to change into a city even though I was thinking of space at first. I flew across the city until I arrived at a shopping mall district where my family was now. A yellow/black car tried running over my brother so I used what was a huge mattress to destroy the car because my older brother was too afraid to try and get rid of it. After that my mom took what was the shopping mall,picked it up and placed it a few blocks from the little blonde girl's haunted house. My brother complained at first but I told him it wasn't so bad. Than i felt a burst of wind and was being pulled all the way to where the little blonde girl's haunted house was. As this was happening she was calling me. I grabbed onto what was the wall of a house and told her that I wasn't going to let her do whatever she wanted because it was my dream. I used brute force and called for Kiro's help. A dc who looked like him but was a bit smaller appeared and gave me his hand pulling me back. I was now fine but than a random lady appeared with scissors as if she wanted to distance me so I could be pulled again. But than a flyer of a band(I think the KISS metal band) dressed as food appeared advertising a new marvel movie.I looked at it thinking about how funny it was and showed it to the dc that looked like Kiro who found it funny as well.After that I woke up. This dream had more to it but I can't recall all the details. It was kind of long though and there were sporadic non lucid moments too.

You Can't Make Me Stay With You 2

This was a semi lucid dream where I was on a trip with a group of kids and one teacher. The first homework assignment was to walk on the neighborhood of the little blonde girl's haunted house together. The second assignment was for 4 volunteers(girls) to stay at the haunted house for one day and report to the class what had happened. The teacher would decide by us standing in a line organized by the month. I was willing to do anything to not be picked. There was also a moment where a dc was talking about how dream characters were just illusions and that one time she saw these illusions when she was really sleepy. I agreed with her.

Notes: I have a feeling that I should have just stayed with the little blonde girl but apart of me says no because the last time the dream plot turned into a vivid twisted nightmare.


(I did not make the pic. Found it on google)

Its very wierd how i dont know if im dreaming or not because i really dont remember them

Morning of September 17, 2016. Saturday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna looking at a smoother version of Google Maps that is almost like watching clear film footage. The view is being shown as if driving down Highway Seventeen (now called Cubitis Avenue). I show her where Harold M lives, going south at first, although the orange grove is gone. I see the new fence near where I used to live.

After a time, I am on the scene without giving my transition much notice. I appear to be just south of my old home, but it seems to be gone. In fact, the entire area seems empty except for one shed closer to the highway. The area seems shaped somewhat like an elongated right triangle. I tell someone else how “my house is gone”. However, a short time later, I notice it is actually there, though appears to be some sort of greeting card store with the entrance to the south (rather than west). Although this puzzles me, I have a interest in continuing north to see how things have changed.

I somehow end up at an unfamiliar travel agency in a tall building, near a long counter on the north end of a small room that also features a tall postcard rack, though I am not really interested in a brochure someone gives me. I am now trying to find my way out of the building. I try to go through a doorway, but it seems it is not actually a doorway because it is too narrow for anyone to go through and is more like an open corner of two truncated walls with a narrow glass and metal window. I ask an older businessman how to get out of the building and he points to a flight of steps just to my left. I soon see that one can go either up or down from here. The steps going down appear to lead to an enclosed parking area. I try going up but decide it is probably going to be too steep. I decide to use the front entrance, where I should have left through in the first place.

I soon end up in a similar situation in what seems like a restaurant. This time I decide to go down a flight of stairs but I do it by sitting down and then sliding down on my backside. There is an unfamiliar woman with her young daughter and they also use the stairs but the woman seems confused about where she is going. “Get back here,” she says to her daughter, because the bottom of the stairs opens out into an enclosed street, which I then follow into an outside area. Even though using a flight of stairs in a dream shifts my consciousness in a more perceptible way, I do not become lucid.

I go past an automobile repair shop and filling station. There are four young men, perhaps only about nineteen or twenty years of age, who are working on a car. I think one of them is Brenda W’s younger brother Albert. I then realize that would be ridiculous since he would be around fifty years old by now. Still, he and the others seem cheerful and happy to see me even though I am probably a total stranger to these four. I then decide that I will actually look for Brenda.

“Do you know where Brenda lives?” I ask, giving her full name. They nod happily and say they will show me. Along the way, I notice it now seems late at night. Apparently she still lives in the same house she has all her life. I follow them northward. After a time, instead of four mechanics, they transform into mimes, even being dressed differently with no discernible changing-of-clothes event. I do not really regard this absurd change. They circle around me while making exaggerated up-and-down wing motions with their arms as if they were birds (which in fact is a tertiary dream sign due to the movie and cartoon gag of the circling of birds around the head of someone who has been knocked unconscious, though I do not catch this very obvious clue). They also pretend to be scuba divers and competitive swimmers as we continue along. Eventually, they all hold out their hands close to me as if expecting me to give them coins for their performances.

When we reach Brenda’s driveway when it now seems to be late morning after being late at night moments before, I give one of them fifty cents; two shiny American quarters. He tells me to follow the path to house number eight. They go on their way as I very soon see a metal screen door with the number eight written on it in black with a felt pen. I also see the numbers nine and ten written on the door with a felt pen, but those numbers have a diagonal line (which slopes down to the left) through them (to invalidate their previous implied usage as the house number it seems.

I see Brenda through the window of the screen door. She is sitting in an armchair. To my right, I curiously see, through a row of windows, a row of open bags of cement, gravel, and sand sitting inside the house but I do not think it to be that unusual. They are vertically propped up against the windows on my side so that I mostly only see the tops.

“You can just keep going on to the next house,” she says in her Southern accent and with undisguised sarcasm. She seems younger than she would actually be; about forty. Still, she slowly recognizes me and as she opens the door as I am still standing on the outside steps, I tell her how I am married to a wonderful woman and have five children. This is strange because I still do not have an iota of lucidity. I tell her that I am sorry for not telling her more about things when we were younger. We embrace, but it is not sexual in any way, more as a simple acknowledgement and preconsciousness to waking consciousness transition in liminal space.

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Brenda was usually a verified “stand-in” for my soulmate (Zsuzsanna) regardless of our real-life relationship. She sometimes formed half of a composite when my “mystery girl” was not more clearly defined as Zsuzsanna (before I met her). This dream seems unusual (especially after all this time) as she mostly seems to represent herself as well as my preconscious personification where she only appeared as such in my childhood dreams, and one dream of 1991 just prior to finding out my “mystery girl” (Zsuzsanna) was actually a real person with appearance, unlikely accent, birth date, birth location, and every single nuance (including unlikely mixed ethnicity) being the same since seen in dreams from earliest memory.

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I am slightly puzzled over the bags of cement. They appear near windows and may be a dream sign due to their resemblance to the shape of a pillow (thus could be a play on my pillow being subliminally perceived as being too hard or not of “perfect” comfort). However, gravel, cement, and dry sand sometimes represent low-level dehydration. It could be a mix of both, though I was atypically thirsty when I woke.

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I stand alone in a near desert field and the stars sing to me. Sadly I do not understand their songs.

Feeble recall after 5 hours of sleep that was interrupted multiple times by a dog barking outside.