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Wednesday November 28th 2017

I’m walking around a street, become lucid when I realize my weight is wrong and then look up. What should I be doing right now? Oh well, who cares about goals when we can just cause destruction.

Fly up to the sky and then outside the planet just to learn that the whole dream is unstable and the universe around me is more like a big cloud of surreal colors? This must be one of the first dreams of the night, damn.

Back to sleep.

Reading something online, my fingers are too heavy when typing… oh yeah I must be dreaming! Quickly go outside and then teleport to DW been a really long time since the last time I went to visit.

There seems to be something weird going on. For one, even though most of the humans that live there should know me and attack me on sight, nobody does recognize me. And for other, there are far too many of them, nearly enough to fill a small city!

Alright, I will not panic. Last time this was under the territory of Walms and since he was gone now there are humans… still get annoyed, but wake up before I can do anything.

Back to sleep.

Sitting in a bench looking at people pass by, I feel strangely light so become lucid and then stand up, still in DW uh?

Alright, gotta do something about the people. The most likely reason they do not recognize me is because I died already and no longer have the body and feeling of Walms anymore, so that is not a problem.

Now, DW is not only this diamond planet so gotta take them somewhere else! Quickly touch the ground and use Scan on the whole planet then take everyone over to another deserted planet where they can be at and just look around my DP.

Not much has changed and I want to keep it this way, just enjoy some time by flying to the mountains and going down with the lava larvas. Stay there with them for a few minutes before waking up.

Back to sleep.

Walking around a park, become lucid while walking and then start to stare around. When did I get teleported to this world too? Must have been stupid and ordered to teleport everyone and got here when I woke up last time…

When I look around see a lot of conscious zombies around me, they seem to be arguing? They are trying to understand what is going on and how they ended like that, also why people are hunting them down.

I try to talk to them but they get mad, one of them without an eye and a scar on his throat gets close to me and attacks me. Slap him and slam him against the ground then punch the rest into submission “Since when are you conscious?” I ask them, they do not know but want to stop eating rotten flesh.

There is another one super big who can only stay there and look around, he is weaker than the one I just slapped, hmmmm.

They also want people like me to stop killing them. I leak out some energy and ask him if the people are like me, he shakes his head and shows me a passage underground to go hunt down their enemies.

Back to sleep.

In a small rural area, looking for people… what? Become lucid as soon as I start to check on gravity then wonder what I have to do now. It seems I went through the passage?

Oh well. People are living in condos all around and are scared of the Zombies, I try to explain to them that they are no longer like they used to be but nobody wants to hear me out. So bomb them with flashes of light that come from my back and destroy half the combo. They respond to this by pushing and attacking me with missiles of their own.

I stop them with a barrier and just stomp them with a gravity ball around the city, they all start to scream and then I see some light strike me. It does nothing but push me back through the hole where I see at the other side the one eyed zombie fighting with his friends. He literally punches and disassembles the big one and the babies he was protecting get tortured, so I get mad at him and make him stop, also realize they are kind of bandit zombies but still.

Back to sleep.

Sitting in a chair all alone inside of a big building, like a museum I believe. Become lucid while looking around and then get close to a painting of a post apocalyptic world with a lot of red and yellow “The picture from when everything began sure is nostalgic uh?” says someone from behind, oh this is not a painting…?

When I turn around and he looks at me he seems scared and confused, so he goes outside to ask for help. He recognizes my face as the guy who half destroyed their city but my clothes are different apparently?

Oh yeah, when I look at myself am wearing a long brown vest with long sleeves and weird shoes, also a hat much like those worn by people in the middle Asia. I quickly change clothes to my normal ones when they come back.

Just jump outside the museum and then fly away because it is funny look at them try to shot me down and hunt me too, heh.

Back to sleep.

Sleeping in a bed of hay, become lucid when I stand up and realize my weight is wrong… oh yay! Still in the same dream as before.

Quickly teleport to the mansion where I was at before with the picture and the people in a party and ask them what are they celebrating?

They respond by trying to punch me, I stop the girl and make her sit down then make everything colder. I then tell them to stop or I will have to kill them.

The girl says she will make the night day and kill me… uh? No that will not happen. She starts to gather light particles and then I laugh, she stops right away and asks me why I am laughing.

“Simple girl” I tell her “This is how you make it from night to light” say and then raise my hand, everyone looks up to the sky, it is nighttime and you can watch the stars.

Everyone stares amazed when they see that the stars light starts to move and then comes down “You control light particles!” she is just staring stupefied “I can control the stars light without trouble” and then when the light comes closer it becomes day and everything starts to heat gradually, then I stop it right away “If I so want can vaporize this planet and you all in a second” say to the girl, gripping on her hand and throwing her out of the way.

She just steps back and then uses her light attack on me, I evade and attack her back with it, we go back and forth until I get bored and hit her with it and make her smaller. She screams and resists but becomes small enough to fit in my hand, then people scream and just ignore her as if she was the issue, they are obviously afraid of me.

Back to sleep.

Force myself back to kill the bitch, she transforms into sand so it will be difficult, so I place her in a water container where she will drown to death but also want to freeze her to make it faster, but fail…

Back to sleep.

Back again, why am I failing? (When they are small, the energy provided disappears and to extract even more energy would be to freeze the whole city, but I didn’t realize that at the time) end up hiding her from her mom, teleporting to the zombies and give it to them, she will naturally die in a few weeks and can’t get out since water is her natural enemy, the one eyed zombie agrees with me but another one does not want to kill her. So I make a treat with them and make sure she dies by going forward in time an

Morning of November 29, 2017. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,608-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



In the first part of a two-part dream, I indulge in realistic exercises, including jumping jacks. Unknown people are present but not in the room where I exercise. I wave my arms about and perform boxing motions. I feel strong and energized. I do not become tired despite the intensity of my movements. There is an extraordinary degree of imaginary physicality and momentum. I will compete in the Olympics in a few days. I say I will participate in the javelin throw. (It seems a participant can choose what they want to do.) I consider it might not be a part of the Olympics.

I become a time-traveling angel in the backyard of the Loomis Street house. My dream self has no recall of my relatives ever living here. The actor, Jonathan LaPaglia, from “Seven Days” (the television series about time travel) lives here. My dream self perceives him as an ordinary person, with no recall of either his real identity or any of his roles.

A scenario involves his neighbors offering him to put his extra junk across the alley where they put theirs. Both piles include damaged plastic toys (the kind we recently discarded in real life). Curiously, our real-life neighbor to the south, on the other side of our fence, is living just north of the Loomis Street house. It is intriguing how he is one of the only factors of waking-life recall and how he is here in an American setting I have not seen since February 1994.

I was reading a paperback book about Jonathan and Callie, whom he had been in a relationship with for years but had never married or lived with her. I read he will miss out on having a life with her. He eventually accepts I am from the future but finds the situation amusing. (Callie Torres from “Grey’s Anatomy" is an association. Sara Ramirez, the actress who plays her, was born August 31, like Jonathan.)

To change his destiny, he needs to go to a public area where she is with a bodybuilder. He misses his opportunity, but he can still go to her residence. We walk westerly through a version of Sill Street and near Kane Street to a strange house with two adjacent apartments but remain in the main entrance. We never see her.

An unfamiliar couple (though not tenants, as another unknown woman lives in the left apartment while Callie lives on the right), ask me who I am. “I’m a person,” I say, so as not to reveal I am an angel.

They pull me to the ground without violence and seem happy as if they think I will grant them wishes as a result. I teleport, and they drop to the ground. I stand on an elevated area, noting their surprised reaction with amusement.

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Jonathan LaPaglia reminds me of our landlord, who said we could use the bins at his nearby unrented property for additional items that were destroyed in the storm that tore our roof off.

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Guitar

I was semi lucid tuning and playing a guitar next to an old teacher. I tried singing as well to see if I could sound just like in WL without distortion.It worked so I sang loud and played the notes. My fingers on the chord was right on with the sound but not knowing the professional chords and playing from heart it was kind of messy

Calm Bravery

I was invited to a party by Gordon,saw him tweet something and liked it, than watched as others went to the party and liked his message as well. The message was something about facing hardships and prevailing.

Later on in the dream I’m in the sky watching a safari. The lady travels in the Jeep to the beach like I thought than gets out and into the water with the camera man/guy who protects her and goes closer to the sharks. She is twirling slowly as the water pushes her while doing nothing as to not be seen by the sharks that go around her. I become her and must keep calm while I ask the guy why she had to do something like that. The water slowly goes down as I wait and listen to the guy and slightly realize it’s a dream. When the ocean finally goes all the way down I end up in a room where I release my birds and watch them while being careful of predator.I also had a new bird I called twitchy.

Trying to get back into DJing, regardless of the quality of the night's recall.
Just some short fragments today. Late bedtime messes up recall...

+ there is a spot near an intersection where I need to park my car. The question is: do I park the car longways along the street or back in perpendicular to the curb? There is a traffic light nearby and I need to cross the street / U turn from where I am to get to the parking area

+ playing in a tennis tournament, I'm concerned about the quality of opponents I will be facing. I know I'm not very good, it's possible the match will be very short, with me just barely being able to return serves. I'm imagining a point at the net where the ball falls short (drop shot) on my side, and I rush the net and am trying to decide whether I should try to drop it back, lob it high, or try to pull off a full swing. Then I'm playing a point, it's very long and I'm running around a lot and i finally win the point. I had lost the first point. I go to the referee but he's not paying attention, nobody is -- because I'm not a very good player. I scream "THE SCORE IS 25-25!!! 25-25! This game is really important to me!!!"

+(f) [last-minute recall] at the dentist: there is a new type of drug? The dentist asks me that if I get to participate in the trial, would I write up support of the dentist in favor of it's use

+ (f) on my way somewhere with friends, I find myself walking through densely packed pine trees. I know that this is a commercial Christmas tree lot, but I'm forming a joke to tell my friends where I say we should return here and just take one of these trees. I come out from the pack and see people mullin around the lot. Some of the trees I see in front of me are very small and pathetic-looking.

2017, 11-28

Castle in the Mist

I am with my mother. We are standing on a ridge overlooking a valley. My brother lives somewhere out there. I find this distressing, because when I look out over the valley all I can see is smoke. I’m not sure if there was a fire or if it is pollution. I am thinking my brother John is in danger. We need to get to John. I am looking for a way down into the valley. It seems everything is closed due to current conditions. No one wants to listen when I say my brother is down there. Then I find a way to get closer. I’m not sure if the situation changes or if the dream changes, but now I find myself on a crowded trail headed towards a castle on a hill. My brother did not ever live in a castle. It appears to be a tourist attraction. There still seems to be a large amount of pollution around it. The castle is shrouded in smog and it is hard to see from a distance. I still take pictures with my phone, even though it is little more than a silhouette. I am with some people. I’m not sure who, maybe my mother, maybe MoSh, I’m not sure. Maybe other tourists. The procession approaching the castle is quite slow. That is to be expected with a tourist attraction. There are also people talking along the way, giving information about the castle. There is a lot of talk about it being haunted. It is announced that there are four guest rooms or dormitories in the castle, and anyone who has the nerve to stay in them can do so. I don’t think anyone wants to admit there are scared, but no one steps up to find out about renting the rooms.

As we approach the pollution seems a lot more malevolent. I am wearing my usual Assassin’s robes, and that is something I turn out to be glad of as we get closer to the castle. I see swarms of bugs in the sky. But when we get closer to them, it turns out they’re not just flies. It is a swarm of flying bugs of some kind. They look like small flying slugs or something. Slimy and fat and they look malignant. They look like they shouldn’t be able to fly because they are too big. They are swarming around everyone, and trying to get close to them. I see some people are having problems with the things trying to get into their clothes, mouths, noses, and ears. I’m not squeamish about bugs, but that is grossing me out. So I pull my hood all the way forward and then pull the edges of it together over my face. I can barely see where I’m going, but the bugs don’t seem to be able to find any access. We pass through the bugs in a relatively short amount of time and then I am able to open up my hood again. Now we are closer to the castle and can see it better. I take some more pictures of it. I have heard someone say that we shouldn’t take pictures, but that is one of the main reasons I came… I seem to have forgotten about John. I am wondering if this means it is fake, and they’re afraid people will be able to identify their tricks. But the feeling of malevolence I sense pretty much dismisses the idea. I take more pictures, ignoring the people saying that we are not supposed to. I know that photographs sometimes reveal things that the human I cannot see.

As we head away from the castle, I find a pile of silver coins. They aren’t worth much, but they seem like a good souvenir. I am thinking I might be able to identify some aura or energy around them once they are separated from the malevolent source. I pick up a couple of silver coins about the size of silver dollars and slip them into my pocket when no one is looking. I’m sure I am not supposed to do that. We return through a visitor center, but now the museum displays are twisted and strange. There are now images of torture and death instead of articles of ghost sightings. The people are weird her. Almost everyone is having sex. They’re doing it everywhere. Everyone is in various stages of undress, and they are in various groupings having vigorous sex. I have no idea why they all decided to fornicate in the halls and on the streets. I think it has something to do with the haunted castle. I am feeling no urge to take off my robes, however. A couple people approach me as if they are interested in doing so, but in spite of what I think might be a demonic cause, they are not interested in doing it by force. When I turn them down, they just move onto the next willing participant and go at it. I hurry through this area along with several other people that seem unaffected. We soon make it past those areas. I look back at the castle in the distance, it appears much further away than it should be now. It is once again shrouded in smog. I wake up here.

2017, 11-28

A Haunted Night

I had an array of dreams. Some may have been inspired by the creepy video I watched before and went to sleep. I was with someone in several of them, although I’m not sure who. Part of the time I thought I was with my mother, part of the time I thought I was with my brother, and other times I wasn’t quite sure. But here are the dreams.

Hideaway
There was a house. It seemed a bit bigger than the one in the video but that might’ve been because it wasn’t destroyed. The one in the video had burned, and at least the attic area had completely burned off. This house was intact. When I looked at the house I got a sense there was something there, something malevolent. There were three men there. I’m not sure who they were, I didn’t recognize any of them. They were hiding out from a crime they committed, probably theft. They came to the house, and they had to break in. Although it wasn’t destroyed it did appear that it was boarded up and abandoned. They could also seemed to sense the presence in the house. But they weren’t wary enough to leave. Not long after they went in, one of them came back out and went to their truck. He went into the vehicle and retrieved box. I believe it was a stereo. He took it back into the house. Maybe he thought some music would make the place feel better, but the music device was already infected with malevolent energy and would only make matters worse. I was thinking that I should warn them. I knocked, but no one answered. Soon the owner of the property came, he didn’t seem pleased someone was in it. He knocked at the door to try to get their attention. No one answered the door, and I felt almost certain that it was too late.

Visitors
I am in my bedroom at my old house. My electronic devices seemed they were somehow inhabited by malevolent forces. My computer was behaving really strangely, and that pissed me off. Then my tablet was changing my data from what I had put into some really cryptic messages. And after that my phone started behaving strangely, too. I was thinking the malevolent energy seemed to be spreading from one device to another, and it was only a matter of time before whatever was infecting it figured out how to spread to other items and even living things. I went out into the backyard. I looked up into the sky where I saw what looked like spaceships. They were flying around in the sky, and there were quite a few of them. They look similar in design, but not identical to, Star Trek starships. I started taking photos with my phone. I had gone ahead and taken my phone with me even though it seemed like it might be corrupted, I didn’t want to leave everything behind. I was worried about losing important data. And it seemed my phone was the least infected. So I started taking photos of the spacecraft. I was still doing that and trying to figure out why they had visited this planet when I woke up.

On a Roll
This was another dream that was not related to the hunting’s. And this one I was in what seems like a fairly large office or school. I was getting around from place to place somehow by writing on I’ll ball. It was a small ball, about the size of a tennis ball or maybe a little bigger. It was a soft rubber ball. Somehow I would stand on it, and roll along on it. I’m not sure how this could’ve worked, because in a normal reality the ball would’ve simply rolled out from underneath my foot. But in the dream it seemed to work quite well and I moved along at a good rate. I was rolling from office to office or classroom to classroom, I’m not sure which, apparently someone was jealous of my transportation. They left something sharp on the ground to cut my ball open. At that point it went flat. Now when I went to step on it instead of rolling it just went flat. So now I started going from room to room in the school/office and trying to find another ball. I seem to think it was quite imperative that I find another ball to use, I guess the idea of just normally walking was absurd. I did eventually find one. And then it was back to my old way of getting around. Strange.