Dreams from October 3 to 4, 2017 I think I had some previous dream journal entry dates off by a day or two. As of today I am more sure they are accurate. Guitar Advice I was at my college fraternity house. A guy asked me for advice. He was trying to learn a difficult song. Instead of inner critic advice, I was going to try to give Loving Parent advice. Meaning more nurturing than critical. I was going to mention a men's coach experience with T L. There didn't wind up being any follow up on that, though. □ There was something about Audacity's "tempo" only going to 60 or 75. And another program having a wider range of tempo selections. At a certain Kilobytes per second. I commented in my D J entry that the numbers werent realistic ranges. On the way to give advice I got side tracked with taking a bath. I had no where to put my retainer. Blenders I kept spilling my spinach shake and decided to stop using the blenders. Kitchen My Dad was taking the air conditioners out. In the kitchen there was a cabinet of seasonings. But not quite enough room for them all. There were liquor bottles with price tags. Mom wanted them, but to ignore the price tags. Class I was in a school and/or class room. A girl (M R?) said something about hard work. Something about making a copy. Searching near Tree I was searching around for a bag of hearbs near the base of a tree. I found a ziploc bag with a black sock. It has a little grass in it, but no herbs. Do you want to talk to me or what?! My friend S S seemed like he wanted to talk to me. He said something about a 3:30 A M call. He was wearing a light grey shirt. I followed him all the way up to his train, but couldn't keep up. I wondered why he wouldn't let me keep pace. I caught up with him at his train. I asked him, "Wait, do you wanna talk?" It turned out he didn't. Evening at College My friend C V had a back pack on. Going home? It was the first couple weeks of a college semeter. Him going home so soon to see his family made me think of family values. He actually wanted to be with his family, where as I didn't even want to go home for holidays. I guess I felt some grief about this. Another guy was packing his stuff up to go home, too. He had on some interesting kind of costume. There was a party at my college fraternity but no one was in either of the main party rooms. I was looking for a girl I was trying to hang out with. [b]Tipping too much[/b[ I was sitting at a table with Y J and two others. Y J put down 10 dollars. I put down 10. Someone else put 5. I regretted putting too much. There were more dreams in this sleep cycle but I lagged in getting to the dream journal, so I probably forgot them. At the time, I wasn't able to think about my dreams upon awakening. It only worked if I got up to write. Notes This night I only got up once to dream journal, slept again, and then it was 6:20 A M. That means I slept through the night more than usual. That tends to be weird since usually I dream a lot and am aware of a lot of them. I felt dream deprived and it made me take a look at some of my habits I had had lately.
Morning of October 4, 2017. Wednesday. A task is given to me but the backstory is unclear. I find myself with two cans of paint and I believe I am supposed to paint two chests of drawers, one bigger than the other. I am painting (or apparently had been painting) in a sloppy way. There is a large uneven horizontal streak of orange paint at the bottom of the front with the drawers apparently being a bluish color. I notice that I had accidentally combined the two colors (dark orange and a darker yellow) into the container and I try to think of a way to separate the colors (which of course is not logical). However, I end up stirring the colors together even more, and as I do this, several other colors are seen in the mix. It then seems to be more of a dark blue and green color (which is illogical, as orange and yellow certainly do not produce any shade of blue or green). I think that maybe I will just use the one color, though the person who owns these apparent antiques might be dissatisfied. At one point, one chest of drawers has an uneven coat of an ugly dull blue color. I am annoyed, as both of my paint brushes are sticky and thick with paint, making them difficult to use competently. I think about this situation as being of the wrong thing to do, as I consider that the furniture looks much better in its natural wood grain. It turns out I am right. The male who had given me the work to do did not want the chests of drawers painted. I do not talk to him directly, but I see him from a distance. He reminds me somewhat of the teacher I had for wood shop classes at WWTI, but also a little of the owner of the pawnshop in the same city (La Crosse). It is a different (unfamiliar) male of about twenty who tells me the other male did not want them painted, but varnished. There is an unusual change in the situation without much thought about what had happened. Now it seems that I had not painted the chests of drawers at all, though this is actually a reset of my dream. An unknown female (of about forty) is showing some people some furniture, mainly chests of drawers (all of them of a natural wood grain) in a sequence of about eight or so in an unknown location. I start to point out how great one of them looks. It is fancy. It has brass handles on all the drawers and narrower scroll work all around. (It does not look like any furniture I had seen in real life, at least not recently.) Two of them, including the fancy one on the right end of the series, are apparently the ones I had originally been painting but I do not consider how I reset my dream due to being annoyed. The other one I had been painting is about the fourth left of the fancy one. The tendency to reset or “start my dream over” when I am dissatisfied with how it is going is of a curious type of non-lucid dream control that I have experienced naturally since early childhood.
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