It’s a warm sunny day and I’m riding my bike along the sidewalk of one of my city’s main streets toward downtown. I keep almost colliding with people, doors that swing open, etc., and I consider riding on the street since that’s what bylaw says you’re supposed to do anyways, but I very much prefer the sidewalk and I notice multiple riders doing the same ahead of me so I decide to keep on doing what I’m doing. I end up in an unfamiliar clearing, and I think it’s rare to find myself somewhere I don’t recognize in this part of town. There is long yellow grass, sparse clusters of trees, and slight hills that partially enclose the space. Directly across from me is a mound that reminds me of a pingo, with people walking across it single file to the other side. I wonder what is over there and consider joining them, but they seem to be some sort of tour group and it might be awkward. Based on my general sense of location, I imagine what might be on the other side and conclude that is likely just a field that I have seen countless times while passing on the highway. Somehow I end up in the house of someone I don’t know. Not wanting to make it obvious that I’m intruding by leaving right away, I decide to stay a little while and pretend like I’m supposed to be there. I see a guy named Ronan who I’ve talked to a few times but who doesn’t seem to recognize me, but I casually talk to him anyways, then make myself at home by pouring myself a glass of water and using the washroom. Then I sit down at a table with a few others and we all chat and play board games. It turns out the house belongs to Ronan’s parents, and his mother offers me a bicycle helmet, saying she had noticed that I had ridden here without one. I don’t want to accept it because I prefer to ride without one, but it is of exceptional high quality, so I concede after all. Eventually enough time has passed that I feel I can leave without it seeming strange. I get up and head for the front door, but just as I’m about to open it someone asks me who I know there. I say I’m friends with Ronan, who has left the room at this point. Everyone seems skeptical. I’m asked how I know him, so I try to keep things vague by saying “I actually know him through a couple different sources.” I’m asked if it’s through people from Westsyde, and I say “Sort of. They’re not from Westsyde, but they live there now.” Ronan re-enters, and I quickly leave the house before I can be questioned further. Outside, I go to board my bike but realize I still have the helmet with me. I don’t want to take it knowing that I have obtained it under deceptive circumstances, but at the same time I don’t want to return to the house knowing that my lie has likely been found out. I can’t decide what to do.
Non-dream stuff - Woke up at about 8:20 or so with one of my alarms, but went back to sleep. Woke up again nearer 11:00. Was having a semi-vivid non-lucid dream, some details lost now because I had to get up to do other stuff. Dream: I remember my computer screen. I was sitting down to do something and then some weird pop-ups and music started. I couldn't find out what was causing the music to play so I started looking at the list of processes, finding a few things that looked out of place. I was a bit startled to find this was some sort of malware playing the music, and causing these pop-ups, which for once were mostly innocent (and somewhat detailed) drawings of several themes. Even so I was feeling under threat or stressed and I looked at the file location for the suspicious processes, continuously closing these pop-ups as they appeared. The music was sort of calm, nothing intense, but it didn't feel any less unnerving in the dream. I found the files for the music-playing program and there was a file without an extension called "about"; I opened it up with NPP, which as expected revealed a few lines of text, including the motivation of the person that made this malware thing. Apparently it was from a Swiss games company, which I thought was very odd. I remember an e-mail address and some other details. I remember thinking it was my own fault for not having an anti-virus installed and I was showing the malware to my partner (H) I think. But then I noticed a little tray icon for Avast or something like that and I said to H "see, it doesn't detect it...", referencing the lack of any alerts. In the end I think I was going to delete the files of the malware programs, as they didn't look like they'd been protected in any way, but I can't remember what I actually did do. Then some transition. Remember being in a town or city. In the US maybe? I was walking along with H and I think it was dusk or day time, but we went into this fancy modern/futuristic-looking building that was like a big surface tunnel; inside it looked kind of like a mall and was a bit busy, and I remember H interacting with someone. A guy that was working at a restaurant dropped something while clearing trays and H helped. Not sure what happened next. Transition? Outside, slightly sloped area, evening/sunset. Some houses. Thinking about the malware again? Faint memory of the music again. There was more, but I seem to have lost recall for the next bits. Some notes: The particular vividness of this dream did not seem to make me any more aware or questioning of its nature than usual.The music playing may mean that in waking life there was some other sound. This may have been my alarm or later one of H's alarms. Either way, music playing in dreams often relates to their vividness for me, though they are not always implicit to each other.The drawings were of things like classic representations of landscapes but also of "furry" themes and still life. Scoring: + Previous score: 62.0 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 2.0 ++ Recall a non-lucid dream: 1.0 ++ Ask for advice: 1.0 (asking H for help with the malware) = Total score thus far: 64.0
Updated 11-06-2018 at 12:38 PM by 95293 (Score typo)
10/30/18 Very strange. Each time I DEILD I would find myself in bed waking up. I would figure out that it was fake due to something such as being on the wrong type of bed (waterbed) or being able to TK things, or being in the wrong house. Each time someone in my family was in the room. I would get up and marvel at the life like nature of the dreams. I can recall that the imagery was dream like, but inside the dream I had trouble finding details that were not perfectly rendered, including tactile presence like proper texture. I had a few minutes of exploring between each and had a beautiful time flying through mystical clouds. Why did each of the 6 dreams start as a false awakening?
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