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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!

Back on a steadier pace, and I think it helps that things haven't been so busy. Today's dream brought about, yet again, another recurring person.
I was in a huge hotel of sorts, that had all sorts of lavish rooms, hallways, and lobbies to explore. Present in the dream with me were my family, the girl who I've been referring to as K in a lot of my previous entries, her boyfriend, and her family. We were all there on vacation, and more than ready to relax and have a good time. Said good time is hazy, but two key moments I remembered happened in chronlogical order. First, that night, we all set up on this very cozy balcony and watched a movie that was projected onto the wall in front of us. Despite being a projection, the movie looked to be in full HD. Can't quite remember what the movie was, but it was in black and white, oddly enough.
K, sitting next to me, glanced over at me and laughed. I did the same. Everyone else with us was a little more quiet than usual, but I think they just seemed like they were absorbed into the movie. Just behind the projection, you could see the sky outside through a large opening in the hotel building, the setting sun burning up everything it could touch.
Later on the next day, we all decided to go swimming. K and I were the first ones to arrive at the pool, which as it so happened was inlaid right next to a beach. It struck me then that the whole place looked similar to a place my family and I go on vacation every year for Thanksgiving. Shaking the thought, K and I had fun swimming. However, at one point when I went under to see how long I could hold my breath, I discovered upon emerging from the water that K was no where in sight! She was just next to me a second ago, but she seemingly vanished out of thin air. I was frantic. What could have happened to her? I sprinted out of the pool, and noticed her boyfriend running down the stairs by the pool. He looked equally as frantic. I explained to him what happened, and the search began. Man, why does the plot always ramp up when the recall drops off? One thing I can say for sure: Once I get much better at having lucids, I'd love to visit this place again.
There was another smaller dream recalled when I went back to sleep. Seems my current no-alarm, wake-up-twice schedule is producing similar amounts of dreams.
I was in a virtual space. Best way I can describe it is it looked like a dream scene straight out of TRON. By my side was a cute little fluffy dog. Apparently he and I were tasked with taking down this deadly, gigantic machine that was in the middle of the area. The machine was shooting off blasts of electricity all over the place. Along the ground, however, were glowing arrows that flashed red and green corresponding to when we had to move or stop. Using these, we quickly dashed our way to the machine.
So there's the daily couple. What's interesting to me is the prevalence of K in my dreams lately. I said in my last entry that she may be a dream sign, but now I'm starting to believe it fully. As to why she's been so prevalent...well, that's a whole different thing. Her and I don't speak much IRL except for a few comments here and there on social media. Thing is, K is from a time in my life, in my past, where things were really nice. She's from one of the happier periods in my life, a period full of day-long stretches spent with friends doing fun things like we did in this dream. Lately, I've been longing for these things, and to get back to something akin to that. Therefore, I think her appearing so much in my dreams is a reflection of that. Maybe it's something else. Maybe a mix. Who can say? Ramble done.

D1 - I am way out in the ocean and inorder to be safe I have to get inside a small submersible. I have to get inside via a small opening that is part filled with water, so I have to squeeze under the water and come up inside the submarine.

D2 - At my parents house I am in their back garden at night. I can't really figure how I was not lucid I was puzzling to myself in the dream, saying "I haven't had a dream involving the end of their garden in ages" then I was non-lucid walking back to their house in the rain. Inside they were sitting down to eat even though the roof was leaking everywhere. My dad said they were waiting for the roof to cave in so they could claim on the insurance for a new roof. The roof did start to fall in. A repair man came and was up on the roof, he then started running about and put his foot through Oo.
I used my powers to make a glass umbrella for my mum, then a round glass chair with a dome, so she wouldn't get wet?!

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I have been trying to resolve issues from childhood about my dad. So I am interested that it was only my mother I was trying to protect, from?? the water signifying emotions.
Glass usual is symbolic of me not being able to hide my emotions.

This will be short. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, I was laying on my stomach and I kept my eyes closed. I did not really think anything because every night I have times where I wake up and fall back asleep so I was laying on my stomach with my eyes closed trying to go back to sleep when I felt my bed start moving, it felt like someone was trying to get on but was having difficulty and it was at this moment I started getting scared and I realized what was happening as I tried to move or talk but couldn't. I felt the bed move again this time whatever it was got on it and and I felt pressure on my back like something was pushing me down. The only thing I could do was moan because no words could come out and I couldn't move. After thinking back and remembering, it couldn't have been the cat because the presence on my back felt more like a hand with force.

Non-lucid: I was in a hotel w/ some other DC's but none of them looked familiar. We were stealing these huge buds of pot out of this other room & were on edge the whole time. The people we were stealing from never came in while we were there. You have to imagine buds like a foot or two long, lol. Then the dream shifted & we were on a ship but it looked like a harbor but not a real one, more like a movie set one. It reminded me of the set in the movie Popeye. A woman that was w/ us was in the water holding this crazy big bunch of buds. A giant crab like sea creature was scooping her up in his mouth. We were yelling at her & telling her it wasn't worth her life but she wasn't scared & she made it just disappear. Now we were surrounded by the bad guys who looked like some sort of band of pirates. The dream then became so weird that I woke up instantly & abruptly. My spine in real life was hurting so bad that I finally had to just get up. I took my pain meds & maybe I'll get a nap today since I woke up early. The book I just read was so funny, sad & informational & I highly recommend it. It's called "The Medium Next Door" by Maureen Hancock.

Morning of September 13, 2016. Tuesday.



This dream was extremely long (as is often the case with me), shifting and sifting in and out of different levels of consciousness (only partial semi-lucidity in one segment), and which contained too many scenes to feasibly document (let alone provide the meaning for), but I will include some of the clearer events.

The main event relates to my wife Zsuzsanna and I living in the northeast apartment in the King Street boarding house. Of course, the room has to be rendered much bigger than in reality in order for everyone to fit. Not only that, the room is easterly duplicated at least two more times (which, as usual, I pay no notice to).

The Jordanaires are visiting us. However, these “Jordanaires” (by which I probably confused with The Andrews Sisters, though there were only three in that group) are actually four dark-haired Caucasian girls sitting at a rectangular table with Zsuzsanna. My sister Carol (August 4, 1943-December 10, 2009; half-sister on my mother’s side) is also present, appearing as she did in the 1980s. For a time, the four girls sing Elvis Presley’s song “Teddy Bear”. Even though it sounds very harmonious and in perfect unison, I eventually tell them to shut up or leave (though I guess I really do not feel that imposed upon). (In a way, this could possibly be considered as a secondary dream sign due to the fact that children sometimes sleep with teddy bears.)

“I don’t really like that hooga hooga music,” I explain to Carol (describing the blend of gospel and rockabilly as “hooga hooga” in mocking Elvis’s singing style in songs like “Teddy Bear” and “Don’t Be Cruel”). I then tell her that it is okay to listen to at times and that I sometimes enjoy his music, but I do not feel like listening to it right now.

There was another long segment prior to this one which involved looking at a hexadecimal dump of a series of science fiction novels. At one point (as a normal display) I see a listing of three columns with two to three titles listed in each column. The first two columns have asterisks at the beginning of each title which means that they can be read for free. The third column has a price listing at the top which I think is $29.95 for each. I am aware that the writer is a young female. I do not recall the titles as I do not really focus on them that much. I look at the hexadecimal dump and see that there is executable code at the beginning in addition to each story. Although the formatting is not directly executable there are indeed subroutines in the code. I see the string “this story is not available for reading in Australia”. Very curiously, this does not trigger any present real-life status memory and I still perceive that we are living on King Street. Still, I consider reversing the logic of the sequence (“jump if” to “jump if not”) to display the message in America (to then prevent access) and to allow it to unlock in Australia just to be funny. As I am reflecting upon this with a cheerful nostalgia, I look at the rest of the formatting of the story but do not actually read it. I do notice that the margin code seems to be unrealistically wide but I do not puzzle over it that much.

I hear Zsuzsanna ask our youngest son “Did you burn your hand?” and I expect that he did and I am concerned. I actually wake up while asking her if she had said this (and she had not but had been talking to him), but only briefly and I immediately fall asleep again.

In another scene, I go into one of the duplicated rooms and notice that there are small paper sacks everywhere, some on tables and many more on the floor. At the bottom of each sack is a jelly roll, but most of boysenberry or blueberry filling. I take one out and find it delicious. (In the back of my mind, I even recall the oral sex symbolism without becoming lucid.)

In another scene, I have the apartment door open. My (King Street) landlady comes up the steps and holds her hand out as if in expectation for me to give her the money I owe her. I tell her that I will pay her later and she looks annoyed and walks off to Leonard’s apartment. Meanwhile, I had been ready to hand her a green tambourine, except that I soon notice that the membrane is split along one side and coming off around the edge. I throw it onto a huge pile of various toys and junk that comes up almost to my waist. It looks like we have some cleaning to do as the pile fills about half of our apartment.

Near the last part, I pick up large oblong pieces of dust from under a table, with my bare hand, which contains hairs and at least one dead grasshopper (a rather odd return flight waking transition, more specifically “failed flight”, with the loose hairs symbolizing the end of the dream state and the fictional “head” of the dream self).

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~ 4 hrs
+ work buildings, petite blonde, KS, lunch cafeteria, coins
I'm walking from outside to inside a work building, up a ramp, there is neon-like lighting around. I'm following a petite blonde (very short) girl. I'm admiring her petite-ness. Inside, there are more petite blondes, including KS my jhs "GF". She seems me and our eyes meet and we approach each other, <forgotten>

In the cafeteria at work, trying to get food? Is it too late for lunch?

On the ground I see some interesting looking coins and pick them up, some are large and valuable-looking. I bring them to a table where some people are and put them down, on is a ($12?), and one is a $21 coin, the larger coins are golden colored the other ones are silver metallic.

take 4mg galantamine and 300mg alpha gpc and head right back to bed to sleep.
Never make it back to sleep, get up around ~7 hours and watch videos for about 3-4 hours, then in early afternoon collapse into bed exhausted for 3 hours, wake with a dream recalled

+ on a path, the road is washed out and cars cannot progress. Thoughts of backpacking. Inside a large church-like hall auditorium seating [DREAM SIGN], I'm talking with NeM and AnM (gs friends) about some things.

Lots of little sort of fragmented experiences, 3 fairly longer dreams but each made up of fragments.

+ driving to work, feel the road is wrong, I at the last moment take an exit with a strong feeling I'd be going the wrong way, I had glanced at a road sign and felt I needed to take one of those exits. I'm then taking an on-ramp, it's like I'm on a motorcycle, I rotate back the throttle and will myself to go faster as my bike accelerates on the circular on-ramp and on to the freeway.

+(f) with a woman and her daughter: I say for them to meet me at the store front and I'll (give them a ride home?)

+ I'm coming up to a small food kiosk (like in a food court), there is a choice of two different ones: Mexican place with burritos on the right, and an Asian noodle place on the left. There are wooden bars in front of the Asian place on the left where I really want to go. There's a woman inside and I knock on the wood to get her attention for service. She is eating from a large bowl with rice and things in it. She looks up at me and shakes her head, indicating that they're closed for the moment. I guess it's there lunch time and everybody there is eating now, I wonder about how I could know ahead of time that this is their lunch and avoid this time.

+ I'm closely inspecting and observing a rechargeable battery recharging station/device. It is a large device with many many slots in it for many different types of batteries. Each slot has tiny red print describing exactly what kind of battery goes into this slot. I'm amazed at the tiny writing and think someone with a steady hand and a really fine pen/sharp pencil wrote those notes. I think I want to buy a recharger here (in America?) and take it back home.

+(f) I'm with my dad and I'm showing receipts, there was some question of whether I had bought (2 things). I take out the receipts and look at them, they're small square white pieces of paper with black printing on them (machine generated), and I show them and this proves I bought those two things.

+ futuristic spray that explains everything, you learn all about a person's experiences from a device selecting the questions you want to ask, this saves time.

+ I'm DO in space, the situation is that there are journeys that go out and comeback once a generation. When they returns things have changed. For the first 3 trips the space stations around Earth get bigger each time (I see each of the larger and more complex stations). On the (4th?) return trip, space has been commercialized. There are now store space stations, rotating, this seems comical and I chuckle to myself as I glance at one rotating station (from a distance) and try to make out the "Target" name that I know is there.

Then I'm inside a store in a space station, in the aisles of a department store. Women staff (who look part-pig) are promoting perfume that changes your personal characteristics (makes you stronger? Truthful? <don't remember exactly>), and is being demonstrated on little donut/anemone things that pulsate open and closed on a counter.

I'm talking with a woman who's been sprayed by a perfume that makes people around her know things about her without having to ask. This saves time by avoiding small-talk. I'm holding a device with switches and buttons on it that when pressed also give you knowledge about her history, to save time having to ask.

I'm standing under an overhang that contains automated turrets firing energy bolts at me. I'm shooting the turrets, but my energy gun has no effect. I switch to a "boomstick" (shotgun) and shoot a turret point blank range, it seems to stop firing but is not destroyed (and starts shooting again?)

I'm walking in the mall/department store, come around a corner and walk past a (naked?) pink/red-skinned pig-woman who is facing a screen. Then she is sitting on my bare leg, I notice she has overly-pronounced genitals, and I feel them on my leg.

Spoiler for sexual moment:

I reach around to her front (she is facing away from me) and feel her (ahem), she is sopping wet, I feel the warmth as well

+ bowling; we have 4 lanes at the rightmost edge against the wall of the bowling alley. I bowl a ball on the 2nd lane from the wall. I'm thinking because I'm left-handed that even bowling against the right wall won't bother me, but it might bother right-handed people. My lane is not turned on yet, I think about hitting a button to get the attention of the front desk, but then I see the pins getting set up still in the dark and then the light turns on. I'm trying to position myself properly on the correct starting foot arrows but the ball return is in my way and my right leg is pressing up against it. I make my approach and aim for the 2nd arrow like always, expecting the ball to go down the left side of the alley curving towards the head pin but instead my shot goes badly to the right crossing over to the right side of the lane. At one point I'm face with having to makie a 2-pin the two pins are in the middle of the lane about half-way down, the pin on the left is more forwards so I will need to aim at it first. I'm trying to decide how I should approach making this spare. I have to hurry up because the 2nd pin is moving, it is sliding backwards, and its angle relative to the more forward pin is changing. (Because some people are standing in the lane and moving it?) I bowl and instead of rolling on the ground the ball flies through the air and hits the forward pin on its head and then the ball bounces off to the right, (missing the 2nd pin?), I'm a bit surprised that the ball went through the air

+ JG in CH, kitchen, sister's room, outside at the intersection
JG is in my CH and I'm trying to get alone with her. We're at the kitchen sink and there are dishes in there.

Outside on the street at the intersection of F and S, there's a car standing there and JG is there?

Inside CH upstairs in sister's bedroom, JG is in bed under the covers and I think looking at me seductively. My BF MR is in the room but not paying us attention and I ignore him. I go to JG and am feeling frisky but she rebuffs me telling me I have "too much complacency". "complacency" echoes in my head for a while as I try to figure this situation out.

1) The dream starts off in white. I'm walking through a town that has been bombed in the past. Some of the buildings are in ruins. The street has been re-layed around all the old rubble and metalwork which juts out awkwardly. Then I'm in a modern shopping centre, and inside a dark restaurant. There's a man sitting at a table, I'm in a spy film of some sort, I show something to him. Then I spot a lady that is involved with the spy film in the distance through a window, I let my accomplice know and she watches her. I go out of the other door and decide that I should fly over to the woman.
I'm flying high in the wide open space of a shopping mall. I see a girl drinking something sitting in a corner and fly down towards her, someone says "he must like you!", and I realise it's not the woman I was looking for and veer off to the left and up again. I was doing aerobatics swooping high up in the air then down again quite enjoying it.
Suddenly the dream changed. I was in a car driving along a cold dark busy road. I could feel snow landing on my face. I looked around to find where it was coming from but couldn't see anything open so just accepted it, I felt freezing cold.
Then I was walking through a tube station, someone asked me to put money in a collecting bucket. I saw someone collapse out of a lift door, everyone ignored him so I went over to help. He was having a fit. I held him to protect his head as he fitted, I looked at my watch, he had been fitting for 6 minutes, so I thought give it another few minutes before needing to call an ambulance. He was coming around and pointed to his arm which was at a funny angle, so I straightened it for him. There was a group of medical students coming over I hoped they weren't going to start taking over. A man came over to me and asked if this was my bag, I looked in and saw it was my wife's, she was there and I told her that mine had been stolen whilst I was helping the man and all my money, credit cards and phone had been stolen.

2) Doing the walk I used to do between my flat and medical school in London. At the first set of traffic lights I start turning left then remember that I have to go straight ahead. It's dark and I find myself on the wrong path, looking down I can see the correct path. Then on a downhill path it's all a bit surreal a racing car pulls up beside me but it's stuck on a track and turns at a funny angle and gets stuck, I'm pleased as I walk past it.

Semi-Lucid

I hesitate to call this a true lucid dream since I never broke free of the storyline, yet I had full control of my body.
I am approaching the dark dead end of a hallway. There is an intermittent security light that slides slowly back and forth over a small box embedded in the wall. It is a strange little thing (about..2X3?), there is a white-grey rectangular thing, like an oil pastel on the left end. To its right is pink fibrous felt, covering 6 similar (though darker) oil pastel things. It is like playing a game. I know I have to pull off the grey rectangle, peel back the felt, and then remove at least two of the thingies (it's almost like a battery case?) before the alarm goes off. I know I have tried this at least twice before and didn't succeed.

Meanwhile, I can feel the light pulsing, back and forth, and there is a speaker overhead that plays a song. A man, singing in another language. It has an old-time feel to it, distant and tinny. I hear the same three words over and over, and it reminds me of the inception 'pre-kick song' Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien by Edith Piaf. Except I hear these words: "Baaaalllou, veli maaali. Baaaalllouu, veeeeli, maaali."
Somehow it sounds ridiculous and I focus on the lyrics, waiting to understand them. At the same time I reach out and carefully pry the weird grayish white thing from the box. I wait a beat, and take a hold of the felt to peel it from the casing.
I wait, thinking that if I wait for the music to swell, they won't notice my movements. I dig out one of the pieces and am reaching for a second when the dream fades into waking. I try to get it back, I was so close and I want so badly to finish.

Apartment

I'm in my apartment, except that it has two levels instead of one. There are a lot of people from work visiting. I go upstairs to what should be my room and find it full of things that belong to an acquaintance, I notice they are his only because of a bright red backpack I've seen him carry. I'm disquieted to find that the second bedroom is also full of unfamiliar things. This is my apartment...right? I frown and go downstairs. I am telling someone how much I pay per month, how affordable it is, especially given the size. My eyes scan the living room which is so large it could accommodate 3 sets of living room furniture at different points of the room without being cramped. I trail off, looking at the vast room. How can this be mine? There are a lot of people milling around and I wish they would all leave.

Ruadh
You may see mention of this man in other entries. He has become quite a part of my subconscious. I was seeing him for a while but he always seemed to put someone or something else first and then he left me, but pretends he is my friend. So he pops up in...unflattering ways. It says more of what I think about myself than him, really. If you look at it closely. Anyway. In the dream I'm at work. I feel separate from everything. I watch him as he calls another associate he knows but in RL doesn't go out of his way to be friends with. He is going to have lunch with her. He avoids his friend who used to date her, saying that he is going to lunch alone, waits for his friend to leave, and for her to arrive.
I know he doesn't particularly like her, so that he is going to lunch with her when he evaded so many plans with me, eh, hurts. I watch her enter the break room and get her stuff. I walk over to him and querulously ask why we never go to lunch together.
"Figure it out." he says, smirking a little. He takes it as a joke, just like he does everything else.
"I already have." I say seriously. He pretends he didn't hear me, so I repeat myself. I wait for him to ask what I've figured out, but when I try to explain he says something I can't understand and I am left feeling desolate and lonely. :/