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I am riding my bike up to a lake. From my current perspective, the lake looks small (it reminds me of the bike trail up the side of Fallen Leaf Lake), but when I get up closer to it it looks larger. I think it’s Tahoe. I look to my left and see Dad amongst some people on the fairly long and slightly inclined beach. I ride past him just a little bit, so I can turn back and ride straight down at him in an attempt to startle him. I do so, the sand ultimately stopping my momentum right by him, though I don’t know if it startles him. We end up getting into the water. I still think it’s Tahoe, but it almost looks more like the ocean. It is shallow for a long ways as we wade out. At one point I have my head underwater and am seeing two fish. They are fairly large and an aquatically metallic dark grey with specks of gold or another similar, lighter color. There is a small beak or some sharp protrusion on their faces. I don’t think they’re entirely malicious, but I do keep my distance from them. I surface and tell Dad “tiger head sharks.” We now see the water ahead of us a ways is a much darker blue, so we stop. I then hear what sounds like running or draining water and then see water ahead of us slowly moving. It draws back, increasing in speed, before swelling into a sizable wave. It is white-capped before even reaching us, so I simply plug my nose and prepare to ride it out. It breaks on us, more gently than anticipated, and I let it carry me underwater almost all the way to the shore.

I am driving with Makayla and have parked in some small, exposed, and slightly elevated lot. The low walls around are tan and look to be adobe or stucco. I am going to go into a store while she waits in the car. This ‘store’ looks antiquated and like it’s from a different country. It’s made of the same material. It has dirt floors and apparently not much else. I am carrying some sort of red, woven material that folds like a windshield sun screen. It seems worn and is slightly torn in the middle. I think I’ll pick up a case of beer while I’m here. I have now ended up out on the street. It’s busier out here and looks like it might be India. I’m looking for somewhere and can’t find it, when I run into Aly. We look at the map on my phone as she tells me directions. It’s right by where I came from, so I’m not sure how I missed it. This area and its few buildings are built into a slight hill. There’s also a fairly large river running besides and under the streets. Brenton is swimming in it. I think Kassidy is here too. I get into the river too. It is wide and seems very deep. It is not exactly clear, but it doesn’t feel or look dirty. It has a fairly strong current and only a few inches between it and the road it flows under. Brenton easily flows with it, but when I get in, the current and small space to pass through almost catch me off guard. I then relax and start floating. The underside of the road looks more like a small cavern. I am now on the other side and start climbing up a dark stone carving of a gargoyle I think. It’s sloped, but I manage to hang on. I then jump off and bounce on the water a few times and never actually go under. Kat comments on it from above.

I am with Melissa at Harry’s house (it doesn’t really look like his house, but it is large and opulent). We’re going to stay the night here. Melissa leans close to me and tells me she wants to take a bath. It does sound nice. I tell her there is a hot tub outside. Rocio now comes over and says that the bath here is not good - that it’s dirty or something (I’m not sure if she heard us or if it was coincidence). I’m now thinking about where we’re going to sleep. There’s a huge tan couch in this room and a large, empty bed in another room. I wonder if we’ll have to sleep separately, but don’t think so. I think I’m going to ask somebody about the sleeping arrangements, but it’s late enough to not really matter because probably no one else will show up here, and everyone who is here will be asleep now or shortly. I do pass a room and see Rocio and Jim Fry sitting in the large, tall bed. Jim is fixing or moving her shirt by her left breast. In another room, Dad and Harry are sitting in a vast bed, both texting. I notice a TV high up on a wall that is turned on. Marilyn is in a wooden chair against a wall a ways back from the TV. She is facing it, but it looks like she might be asleep.


Mom is driving me (and maybe also Melissa) to the place where she grew up. This two lane highway leads to a lush and rocky coastal point. I think we go past it and come back or something else unnecessary. We are here now, by some docks and a small building or two. I start swimming. I then pull myself up onto the dock; it’s slightly difficult. Tylar is doing the same and having the same struggle. Now Mom goes into a men’s bathroom after two guys come out of it. I see the women’s bathroom door is closed; this must be why she isn’t using it. I, after waiting a little bit, am about to go use the bathroom, then remember that she went in there.


I am with Melissa in what seems to be a building with a very high ceiling. We are climbing up very steep steps/stairs on the side of a huge refrigerator? Others are doing the same thing; we start climbing faster towards the top and are the first to summit. I am now halfway back down, but over the floor, suspended by a rope? There are ready to eat pizzas set out down there. John Blomquist is down there and I’m trying to get him to get a pizza up to me. He doesn’t, and I end up on the ground anyway. We start talking, and he seems a little intoxicated. I imagine things from his state right now. There is a shelf of alcohol here there are little tear shaped bottles of wine with plastic labels over the whole bottle. I see they are 19% alcohol and think it’s a fairly large portion for that ABV.

I have gotten home to Dad’s house (it looks different though - large and antiquated. As I write this, I realize it’s similar to some of the buildings in Old Town Sacramento). I go into a room that has two beds. Dad is asleep on his back in the closest bed, and Emma and Makayla are in the other, laying on their stomachs so they can face the TV that is playing a movie. I see an empty Stone beer bottle or two by Dad and think he must’ve been trying to ease the pain. I then think I’d like to get a beer for myself and go to do so. I think I look in the pantry, but do not find any and realize they’re in a different room. I go into this room, with the beers and my keys with the bottle opener on them, when I hear a fairly loud and disconcerting sound. It sounds like something deliberately tapped or knocked or something. I look at the TV on the wall and instead of being off, it appears to be on, but not on any channel. What’s on the screen is black and dark green, amorphous and moving fairly fast and ominously. I turn the TV off but it simply comes right back on. This happens a few times. There is also a painting of a girl in this room. The fabric where her nose is painted is ripped, and it appears real blood has flowed from it. A few times I look back at it, there is more blood. I think I ‘broke’ the nose. I think there are more noises and instances of the presence of a spirit being strongly felt.

Just been gettin scraps these last few days.

Spoiler for Log 1329 - Nephew, Axl, Kage, and More Crawl Fragments:

Created Tuesday 18 December 2018

Scrap Group 1
Playing Dungeon Crawl again.

Talking to my nephew.

Watching gameplay footage of Street Fighter V. This included footage Evil Ryu (aka Kage without those ridiculous devil horns and tusks).

Something about Axl in Guilty Gear.

Various other Crawl fragments. I was doing runs through the Hells.

Spoiler for Log 1330 - Live Action DnD, DV Chat, Jenga Hut, Bears in the Woods, and Slavic Offal Scraps:

Created Wednesday 19 December 2018

Scrap Group 1
In a live-action D&D world with my bro and various unknown (and likely fictional) acquaintances. We were tasked with scouting out lands outside of a kingdom. During one expedition, the casters (which included me) ran out of spells early. MY brother thought we'd get most of it all back on a short rest, but I pointed out that wasn't the case.

In the DV chat. There was a new unnofficial channel run by Exsolutus, basically just #Senseless Banter with even less rules. About a third the members chatted here regularly, Madmonkey among them.

In a condominium complex during daytime. I pass through a courtyard, where I spotted a hut built entirely by piles of Jenga-like blocks. For whatever reason, I tried squeezing behind it, but couldn't. A lady passing by cautioned I might accidentally topple the hut by doing that, so I stopped. The structure did get misaligned a bit. In my efforts to correct it, I unwittingly brought the whole thing down. I rewound time to keep this from happening. Instead, I'd gone back to a point where it wasn't even built in the first place.

In a temperate forest with my newphew. A park ranger takes us to see a family of bears. A mother bear was giving birth. Josiah was chosen to help. The babies were delivered at ridiculous speeds, not to mention that they appeared too large and in too great of a litter size for such animals. Anyway, my nephew gave one of the cubs a donut he had in hand. The cub snatched it away and trotted off, leaving some other... uh, baked goods behind along the way.

Visiting rural Slavic lands. A tour guide talked of a local delicacy: cooked animal placenta. He ate some, and offered me a bit, but I declined. Later, he partook in perverted, nasty banter with what otherwise seemed a small, stoic old woman.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I find out there is an exhibition about the tibetan people and they have a campaign to promote the adoption of Tibetan orphan children. I read about it and tell Riverstone we should adopt a child. He isn't so convinced and tries to change my mind. I insist we should go and we go.
They have a tent with a few booths where one can see slides with pics and the story of each child. Bit I already know which girl I want to adopt, I have her image in my mind since I read about the campaign. She just popped up. The problem is I don't know her name and have to check all the kids to find her.

I go check a street market and just take some bucks with me. I eat something at a stall and think about the movie "a star is born", because a lady by my side looks like lady gaga.

Meet some friend and we accidentally meet some Hollywood actress, I think maybe Leslie Mann, and she invites us to her house. I pick a bag of clothes from home, as we stay a few days there.

Later I am walking around a studio, there is an open space office and many parallel rooms with mirrored windows for meetings, etc. I go to the toilet to change clothes. My top is very hard to zip on the back so I get outside the bathroom to have some room to move and end up in front of one of those mirrored offices fighting with my top and accidentally showing my boobs to whomever is inside and it's full of dudes. I can hear them commenting and enjoying it. I run away embarrassed and leave my bag there on the ground. I meet my friend again and beg her to go there and get it for me. She forces me to tell what happened in front of another office full of people. I feel so down that I need to be alone and I want to binge eat. There's only a McDonald's in the building. I hate it, but they have some new biscuit cake and are offering test samples, or so I think. I decide to take a bite. An employee comes to tell me it was just being shown but wasn't a sample to eat. They say it comes with a sundae and I have to buy one now.

NLD- I was in a classroom and I was called up to the front of the class to give my presentation. I didn't have a presentation ready, but I went to the front of the class, figuring I would make something up. I asked the teacher what the point of the presentation was to get a clue about what to talk about. She gave an enthusiastic response I couldn't understand.

LD- I was on a golf course, near the first tee, waiting for my name to be called to go play. I thought my name was called, but it wasn't. It became nighttime and it occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to play golf. It also occurred to me that I was dreaming. I saw a lake that I wanted to jump into, but the water was too dark. I wanted to be able to see. I commanded underwater lights to be added to the lake, as if it were a pool. The lake turned into a big pool lit up with underwater lights. I jumped in and tried transforming into a dolphin, but couldn't. I woke up in a small circular theater where some end credits were playing. I regained lucidity, jumped up to float and tried transforming into a dolphin again, but couldn't.

IWL: I'm currently on a road trip. Travel tends to change the nature and/or intensity of my dreams.

Dream: In a room. Somewhere public with several tables+benches. Scott (having the face of the person I know) is giving people free drugs ie. Xanax. But he is tricking people into also taking fentanyl. He tricks my boyfriend. This does not fly with me so I report him. Scott has to leave and he tells me that I'm going to pay for doing that in an attempt to be threatening but I assure him no, you are going to pay. I tell someone at the table about the events that just happened.

Fragment: Same dream. Outside. Black SUV. Members of the fire/flow arts community pull up and say hey.

Dream: In restaurant, maybe FL or Outback. I've asked them to let me use their kitchen to prepare a meal for F, they agreed. I'm cooking a Ruth's Chris-sized steak and while I'm busying myself with everything else (sides, table prep) it burns on the bottom. I flip it and quickly go to serve it. But it turns out they gave me a shitty table, and I know how F likes booths. So I try to move but all they can give me is a less shitty table. So I pick up the drinks and food and move them, I have to get the assistance of one of the waitresses to get it all, then F arrives and the waitress is sitting with us now. Suddenly a boy joins us to get with the waitress, and it's a very convoulted version of the dance episode from "My So-Called Life" which F was watching last night. The steak tastes amazing despite being "well and good" or some other variation of the phrase "well done" that one of the DCs said. It was really juicy, nicely but minimally seasoned, tasted like a solid Medium although it looked black on the bottom.

Dream: Dream revisits the same area as the last dream, I take F through to the other side of the building, it's a long hallway that reminds me for some reason of the first level map from SW: Dark Forces, while in reality it's just a long, wide white hallway with very tall ceilings and a cul-de-sac-ish area at the end.

Spoiler for potentially NSFW:

F and I are talking (sort of fighting?). I'm on top of her on the ground and we're making out and for some reason I slap her? I walk outside of the divider and see Ms. P, my babysitter from when I was a kid. It's this really awkward juxtoposition (I think I may have been naked?) and I'm trying to be nice to her while she's hugging me, and at the same time am feeling really guilty about F, and want to go apologize to her or something, but I'm still mad at her? It was just a huge jumble of emotions.

Fragment: F and I in an upstairs hallway like Laura Palmer's but reversed and open, hiding from someone?

Dream: FA where I wake up and feel neck-fuzzy and walk around the room clumsily.

Actual WBTB happens here.

Dream: I'm a superhero in a library area, my nemesis is Bullet, I have a female partner, at some point I hijack smokey van for a getaway (from a black patriarchal superhero gang/family of Bullet), I have invisibility powers, "NPCs" can't see me but will still avoid me -- thought that was an interesting caveat; an older woman superhero comes in and betrays my partner and is searching for me with the help of Bullet, I fly through paper separators, they won't kill me -- want me alive. Will edit to fill in details later. At some point I could read things consistently -- what did I read??

Dream: Lanes, bus, swerving. Bus is like 20 feet wide and 30 feet high and has to park outside of the overpass. Sunny day.

Lucid #81: Revisit table/desk area from Bullet dream. Spontaneously gain awareness but don't want to "cross the threshold" and become lucid. Linger for a second, playing with drawers, then say fuck it and ask "What is my path in life?" or something like that to my subconscious repeatedly. I don't get or feel a response, so I remember some old advice and look down and examine myself.

Spoiler for decidely NSFW:

I'm wearing a deep blue T-shirt, and for some reason, grey panties. I walk up to a mirror near the desk and check what's going on down there, and it's a pretty accurate depiction of the female anatomy. I'm kind of just checking it out when the realization hits that the dream is screwing with me and I'm about to wake up

Spoiler for decidely NSFW:

and then I do.

Tried Numi brand Guayusa tea last night (at bedtime, not WBTB, because I had no opportunity to steep tea for 8-10 minutes in the middle of the night). I half-expected it to keep me awake but in reality my thoughts were just so clear for the first time in a long time that I didn't want to go to sleep for around 30 minutes. Still had no problem relaxing with it overall, it just felt like a fog had been lifted from my brain. Highly recommend.

5x1+ 1x.5 + 10 (first lucid) + 5 (DILD) + 2 (WBTB) = +22.5 => 165

broken table
There was a sound, and all/most of my immediate family came into the kitchen and gathered around the kitchen table of my parent's home. I had my back to the windows, and was facing my dad, who had a blue t-shirt on and was assessing the damage. It looked like a tree had jst fell into the table, or maybe a chandelier or something, but essentially something big enough to do serious damage. My mom asked him "are we going to replace the table" (he, in real life, is serious about 'not a scratch' on this table and fining us for damages). He, still staring kinda focused/dazed at the damage, slightly shook his head no in response

creepy grandma
I was in the shower. The shower itself seemed like a small version of the basement bathroom: where the basement bathroom is a large rectangle, this bathroom was a moderate-sized square. I was showering,minding my business, when much like Bea, my Grandma d busted in.

I ddjn't mind this, it was my grandma. She was talking to me about something as I finished my shower and was drying off and stepping out. She was sitting on some bench-like thing. It was right next to the bathtub, it was parallel to the bathtub, and she was sitting such that she faced the mirror. (Funny enough, I don't remember actually looking in the mirror). She was also to the left of me. When I stepped out of the back part of the tub furthest from the showerhead onto a towel, the towel rack and the wall were to my right and my grandma d was to my left. There was also space on the bench for me to sit as well.

Before I stepped out, I remember thinking something like "being comfortable being naked around other people shows confidence" (I was probably having thoughts like this due to the Charisma on Command videos I was watching on youtube before I went to sleep) so I chose to not worry about being naked and act like it didn't phase me (not that I was significantly worried before, mind you).

At first it was normal, but when I sat down next to her to put clothes on, she started touching me. Kinda like a dude does when they don't want to ask for consent but want to push the boundaries: touching my thigh and piking at my clothes at we talked, things I acted like a didn't notice (as I usually do in real life: play dumb til you can get out the situation). I quickly put on clothes, acted like I didn't notice any creepy touching, and called it a day.

Right after this experience, i had two inter-related thoughts. 1) Imma write this in my journal (this is so cool, I'm trying to get into the habit of journaling, and it seems to be a habit if it's popping up in my dreams) and 2) I gotta tell Bea (which would help if I wrote it down)

It was snowing and met a few people I knew. I went out from a window to escape those coming after me. My cousin was my get away vehicle as I hop in the driver seat. We both drove away

Created Monday 17 December 2018

Quite a dream loop today, even despite being exhausted. Would've been more, too, but certain tasks kept me from recalling everything.

Scrap Group 1
Playing Dungeon Crawl - Stone Soup as a Deep Elf Conjurer, as usual. I leveled up far enough to get Lich Form.

Vaguely recall being in a classroom.

Dream 1 - Demon Elevator Expanse

Scene 1 - Typical Effects of Fatigue During WILDs
The visuals were dim and blurred. WILD transition in bed. I floated up, but had trouble controlling my movements due to strain and fatigue. I slowly fell to the floor, and tried phasing through, yet I couldn't.

Reloop in bed. I shrunk down to an inch. This caused some alterations to the environment. Among other things, the mattress now had black and white striped sheets.

Unwitting warp.

Scene 2 - Imps in the Expanse
Similar visuals as above. I was in the kitchen of an unknown home. From the start, I was being dragged around against my will by an unseen force. Said force pulls me up some stair, then hurls me into an exposed elevator shaft. Regaining movement, I find that the area opened up into an vast cavern expanse. Constructions were few and far between, and even of those, many were either quite incomplete, or weathered from decades of abandonment (such as the rickety platform I was standing on at the time).

Suddenly, devilish figures rose from the depths, dispersed in steady waves. Dark-scaled imps immediately accosted me. Pulling out a dagger from nowhere, I fought back, taking out each one by one. Eventually, the imps were assisted by man-sized, spiny, reptilian humanoids. Though wingless, these larger monsters were adept climbers, agile, and especially vicious. With my blade, I denied these creatures a foothold on the platform, and even climbed over and onto the ledge to force them to engage me individually. Incidentally, the intro stage for Shin Megami Tensei - Synchronicity Prologue sounded in the background. Really got me pumped.

Rewind. Things played mostly as above. Only now, I'd further access to the caverns via completed constructions. In fact, my viewpoint wavered between first-person, and a 2D third-person perspective of the scene, no doubt to match the platformer antics I'd get myself into. Anyway, the creatures coordinated their attacks better, much better than I could handle alone. So, I tried conjuring a genie to assist me. Instead, two other fantastic beings answered my call, a human-sized pixie, and a lithe, winged demon-woman, respectively. As one distracted the opposing fiends, the other would swoop in, and snatch away the weakest enemy away from view, no doubt to drop or otherwise dispose of them.

Some forgotten things. Unknown warp.

Scene 3 - Mean Old Giant Lady
Similar visuals as above. I was in the kitchen of an unknown apartment suite, the walls and other constructions of dark wood. I shrunk myself again, then flew around to look for inhabitants. Soon, a thin late-middle aged woman with light colored hair walked by. She noticed me, but she didn't seem happy. In fact, she began chucking things my way. Luckily, her aim was way off. I zipped off as quickly as possible.

Unknown warp.


Scene 4 - Giants Outside the Ball
The visuals were slightly clearer. I was in an apartment suite decorated with antiques. A sizable group of people, each dressed in fancy Victorian era garbs. were having a ball. Got bored, so I imagined the women would spontaneously become giant. From out the window, I noticed female passerby's had changed to such a size instead, each of their steps creating tremors. The other attendee's were horrified of the sight. The giantess', for their part, didn't seem at all concerned. I tried stepping out a balcony, yet couldn't. I also called out to the giant women, but they, for whatever reason, ignored me completely.

Lucidity lost. Forgotten scenes. Unknown warp.

Scene 5 - Hippie Guru in the School's Hallway
The visuals were blurred again. I was in a school's busy hallway, seated by a wall near a bathroom. I'd just gotten out of deep meditation. Found myself lacking both shoes and pants, those items placed beside me. I slip them on as inconspicuously as possible, then walk away. Soon afterwards, I spot this hippie guru type figure in a trance. He then talks to some kids nearby, giving advice of some kind. It sounded relevant at the time, but I can't recall anything.

Forgotten scenes. Unknown warp.

Scene 6 - Forest of Evil Maneaters
The visuals were dim and blurred. Lucid again. I was in a dark, wilted forest, the ground laden with piles of stone. Suddenly, I was assaulted by a pair of horrid ogres, bloated, saggy figures dressed in skin loincloths, one sickly green in color, and the other, bright pink. I hurried off, getting a good lead on those stumpy monsters. Unfortunately, I was soon scooped up by another of their ilk, much larger than the other two. Appearing as just an unkempt, blue skinned, scowling giant of a woman at first glance, a better view revealed that not only was her her otherwise long hair mottled with flagrant bald spots, but that her neck was disturbingly stretched far out of proportion. In an instant, I was swallowed alive. This scene repeated itself at several different third-person angles were shown for my displeasure, though of course, the other sensations weren't likewise discorporated. Yech...

A few other forgotten scenes. I woke up a few minutes later.

I'll make it short... I got lucid twice this night. One was from a wild and the other was from a dild.

I did a wbtb, and shortly after fell asleep. I woke from the first dream, and was laying totally still. I tried wilding. Normally I don't wild, since I haven't had much luck with it. However this time, it worked. I felt like my hole body was a sleep, and I was focusing on my breathing and my throat area. Normally I start hearing weird noises when successfully wilding, however this time I started seen weird stuff. Images of random grey stuff appeared. And I knew it was time to wild. I have only had success once with directly entering a dream scape when wilding. Normally I just sit up in my bed and then RC. And that was also what i did this time. The content don't matter, since I was only lucid for about a minute....

In the second dream, I got æucod because I was waiting for a bus, but the bus didn't stop at the bus stop. I got lucid while driving a car, and thinking back on the bus incident. I tried flying through the windshield. But not after reality checking 3 times, just to be 100% certain I was dream lol. I went through the windshield, but woke up just after.


Short lucids. But I'll take it. The recognition part in dilds are pretty cool. And wilding is definitely cool to. I will try entering a dreamscape next time, instead of sitting up in my bed.

12-16

Nothing pre-WBTB
Dream: FA where red foxes come into the backyard, dog is scared, then more foxes come over hill covering fence.
Dream: FA where I'm rehearsing a lucid in bed - visualization skills were amazing because I was in a dream (I think).
Lucid #78: In 9 backyard, become lucid, run out towards birdhouse with dog, turn him into a fox from earlier dream, fly.
Lucid #79: In attic, become lucid, do weird finger-through-wood-through-finger RC, walk around, beginning of plot of #80 (grey hair black eyeliner pale woman is introduced as a revolutionary/collaborator?)
Lucid #80: In a modern-looking guggenheimish place, kept myself stable for a long time (maybe 5 mins total dream length?). Got lucid almost immediately but went with plot of lucid. I'm a woman in this one, running away and spying on behalf of the woman from before. I remember feeling my feet when I was running. I run through an atrium/lobby area while it's still empty and find a good place to duck behind (it's an attached area to the circular lobby and staircase that's recessed a few feet into the floor). When I climb/drop down into this small hiding place, I feel the gravity/physical sensations in vivid detail even though it's a movie-style acrobatic move. I duck pretty low (but not low enough) and watch as maybe a hundred people come down the staircase. I start looking at their faces and they're so detailed. They're all adults, most dressed in business clothes or their sunday best. Suddenly there are three or four older women and men wearing long powder blue robes and white hoods/masks, and they look right at me. I jump out of my hiding spot, across the staircase and to the lobby (where all of the people are now. I stand on a table and am soon followed by the pale white-haired black eyeliner girl, who starts monologing about why we're there. After a bit of this (I wish I remembered what she said) I wake up.
It was a long lucid chain so I had other lucids but don't remember enough to write them down or count them. Lucid fragment: transformed myself.
Fragment: Grandpa?
Dream: FA where I write down/tell all of my dreams

3x1 + 1x.5 +
10 (first lucid) + 5 (DILD) + 2 (WBTB) +
5 (RC) + 2x5 (other lucids)
= +35.5 => 138.5

12-17

Dream: Watching an RPG like Chrono Trigger or Oracle of Seasons (those eras) play out in front of me; it's taking place in a large castle with small raised platforms along the walls of an open section. At first there are people (sprites) there, but ss I approach each time they fade quickl. Possibly due to a curse? I think tomyself during the dream that the sprites sould be replaced with a "..."?
Fragment: Trying to find a shirt in the dryer for F's cousin, they're all too small though.
Fragment: Something about a carrot wrapped in plastic (Easter).
Dream: Overhead view of google maps/earth, I'm watching third-person my car drive down a road. I have to direct it with my touch/gestures from above, and it become a little unstable a few times. I am sort of an entity within the third-person camera doing the gestures, if that makes sense. Eventually I just start driving like crazy and crash into cars, hop over them, am kicking up dust. There's one section of the road that curves in two places, I have to zoom in to decide. Then I kick up dust all around and I'm pretty much just figure-8-ing the car around the desert. There's a humongous cardboard box which I run into.

2x1 + 2x.5 = +3 => 141.5

12/15/18: Seeing that I was working on my writing project that has taken me 23 years (yes, 1995 at age nine) to get perfect after getting skills in 2003 and improving on them, the "writing-project-discussion" dreams returned after a seemingly long hiatus.

Saturday's dream was split into three parts, in which the other two didn't make much sense. The first part had me looking for what appeared to be journal pages just like one of the first drafts I tried to write when the main character I had, Number 25, was female. The dream took place in either Raleigh or Cary, North Carolina, leading me to believe it was the latter. Like dreams I had in 1993 in Maryland (age six or seven), late 1995 (age nine) and last year, the skies were overcast and took place either in the afternoon or evening, but there were no computer screens nearby. I did, however, see a girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes, though. I tried to wave at her, but she didn't pay attention.

I have a feeling this was the same girl in dreams I had between 1993 and 2015. Her last appearances before this were on October 8, 2012, March 14, 2013, November 2, 2014 and December 17, 2015. The one on March 14th, 2013 didn't make any sense, as she appeared near what appeared to be a malfunctioning waterfall (again, with overcast skies) with a cardboard sign above her head, in black ink and in sentence case, reading "James Lafferty". I think I got that dream as it may have been something I did online before going to bed that day at age 26 (I'm 32 now). Like the last four dreams before this one, she also had no spoken lines here, either.

The building was a cross between the top floor of one of the two story classrooms at Adams Elementary I remember going to in 1994-95, the final year for me to attend said school (sadly, nowadays, Adams is no longer a traditional school; instead, it has been converted to a year-round school) and the top floor of classrooms at Wake Technical Community College, where I went for class my first and second semesters (2005-07). All I remember was saying, "We don't call them that!", possibly in reference to the missing journal pages, which did something unremarkable like the Chaos Emeralds in the Sonic the Hedgehog series of games, usually found in Special Stages.

12/16/18: This time, I found myself at a house eerily resembling the one my late grandmother used to own in Magnolia, North Carolina in Duplin County before it was sold, that I last visited in 2011 on my 25th birthday.

I see a girl driving a BMW M3 convertible, chassis code E36, colored in a shade of blue trying to cut the grass before apparently speeding off, giving up. I see what appears to be a family of all girls, going inside to see a picture of a couple from Salinas, California after talking to a woman with green eyes and blonde hair, middle-aged, apparently talking to me about her daughters, who apparently were pretty attractive. I had a feeling they came to North Carolina from California, which is exactly what my parents did (returned) when they had me 32 years ago. Another girl tried to cut the grass with a bicycle, but punctured the big tire, which made no sense whatsoever.

I've been receiving writing project suggestion dreams since 2017, and some of them are helping while some just aren't. Either way, I'm going to be busy, as writing young adult fiction is no walk in the park. WM86/DFW signing off.