I was a character, a woman. I was trapped on a steep beach, with the ocean's waters steadily rising. The sky was covered in grey clouds and the atmosphere was very dark and foreboding. I climbed the beach to escape the water, but was then blocked by a fence. I climbed the fence and run away from the ocean. I was shocked this worked, as I somewhat subconsciously realized this never works in nightmares. I traveled a ways until I got to a large house. The headquarters of my 'faction'. We were a faction aligned with some ideal I agreed with, and we had some problems with the government. I think we needed to silence someone who'd been captured by the FBI. The others were discussing a plan to just bomb the whole FBI building. I didn't feel right about this. It felt was too extreme to my liking.
I could fly. I was in a street, trying to show off. I tried to dive down and go as low as possible before pulling up again. I misjudged my approach and had to land (hard) as I came down too steeply. I looked to the horizon and saw a massive mushroom cloud rising. Then there were several. I was in denial for a brief moment, but finally accepted this was really happening. What followed was hectic. I turned on the news, which was about the attack. They said the explosions were at least a hundred kilometers away, but I could see with the naked eye that the wave of debris was moving quite fast. I knew I wasn't safe no matter what the news said. I decided to call my mother, who lives very close to me, to discuss a plan. I realized I'd planned to plan this possibility in advance, but never got to it and kept postponing it because I thought it would never really happen. I tried calling her, but I was inexplicably using a rotary phone which was very difficult to use (I was making mistake due to nerves). There was an invasion of Martian tripods. They destroyed a lot, but took some humans prisoner, including me. We were escorted by one of the massive machines to a kind of work camp. We decided to try and escape. I remember digging through the dirt (it was a kind of mine) for a way out. It was very narrow and I felt very claustrophobic. Finally, I dug my way out. I found myself somewhere high up. There was a soldier of some kind, here to rescue us. There was a chopper waiting on the ground for extraction. I held onto the soldier and he jumped down, opening his parachute to break the fall. I know that's not how parachutes work, but whatever. We got on the chopper and flew off before the tripods could get us. This whole dream was most likely inspired by watching a CinemaSins video about 'Ready Player One', in which there's a scene featuring Martian war machines from the 1953 movie.
I have parked in a parking garage, in a spot either outlined in red or with a red sign. I think I am cognizant of the fact that I’m not able to park here without repercussions, but proceed to do so anyway. When I come back, there is a boot on the tire with a red wire that kind of looks like a bike lock. There is a middle aged man here who sees it and jokingly says he’ll clip it for me. I laugh along with him, silently wishing he actually would. Abby is here too, and she points out some damage on the front of my car. (For a moment, the car is a bike?) These little scrapes in the paint make me fairly angry, especially because they were done by whoever put the boot on. I think we discuss taking pictures, so we can negate my legal incurrence or reprimand the authority that placed the boot. Now I think I’m briefly in a movie theater - to see a Dead and Co show? Many have tie dye on; we’re all excited. Somehow, the band is ‘tied’ with someone else, 4 to 4, so whoever ‘wins’ tonight wins it all. This only increases the anticipation and excitation. I am now at what I think is Dad’s (though it looks different). The living room is long and low, cool and dim, feeling almost subterranean. There is seating and some pillars, almost maze-like. There are kids here, as well as a few guys my age. Those guys are in dark green and earth tone tie dyes that suit their look well - not over-the-top tie dye. We are here celebrating the concert and periodically checking the ‘score’ (on a TV?) There is food out on the counters. Alex is here, on a reclining chair. I go over and crouch down, propping my elbows on the armrest. I am going to express my excitement, but he’s talking with someone else, so I never get the chance. I now go outside and begin turning on many light switches. The lights that come on are small and not very bright, but are warm, with a nice effect on the dark yard (it feels like the side with the barbecues). I hear some people talking just up around the corner, and I think I hear Melissa’s voice. Sure enough, I catch a glimpse of her pale skin and kinky hair. She is sitting on a bench with a few other girls. Before she or they can see me, I sneak up around the corner and in front of Melissa. This is the first time I have seen her since I’ve been back, so I give her a big hug for a long time. I kiss her too, and sense some hesitation, probably because we’re in front of those others. I’m with Melissa, Alex, and one other in a car. We’re going to get chicken nuggets. Alex is wearing grey sweats and a brightly colored shirt/long sleeve. He’s asleep in the seat behind the driver’s. When he wakes up, we tell him what we’re doing. This causes him to become extremely angered, yelling, and red in the face. I begin to laugh as I find it comical, because I think he’s kidding, but quickly stop myself when I realize he is not. He wanted to use a coupon or something, it being the sole reason for wanting to go. It becomes very silent, intrusively so. Everyone looks shocked and almost a little sad. I see Melissa’s eyes in the rear view mirror (I think I’m in the back). I am in what I can only describe as some other land. The area is fairly wide open and brown. It doesn’t seem like a dry brown, but more of a muddy brown. There is a large, languid river and surrounding boulders. It has a prehistoric feeling to it. Some others are here with me. We climb up the brown rocks (mostly a scramble) that seem to be made of an odd material - rubbery but firm. Each rock is a different letter? and parts of the rock seem to be made of that letter. The rocks are also huge, ancient turtles? I think they’re speaking. Now, we have made it back and are approaching a house on a hill. It looks like twilight or just thereafter. I think we’re having a family dinner here, and I want to order a glass of wine with it for a change.
I am with Dad, getting food inside a Starbucks. We’re going to take it somewhere, so I have to cover it. The food looks like fried rice with something on it - some cooked food that you would not really find at a Starbucks. It comes out in a small, shallow, long cardboard container. I cover it with another same but empty container. I try to cover it completely, but the pieces of cardboard have become smaller. I ask the girl working for two pieces of tape, remembering the masking tape they have, and end up with two pieces of scotch tape. They secure the coverings on the food fairly well. Now, Dad, Makayla, and I are walking into My Pie with the food. We sit at the counter, and Dad says some of the food is for Makayla - but not my sister, a Makayla working here? It almost feels like they are the same though and just in two different places at the same time? We start eating some of the food, as well as some food from My Pie. A lady abruptly comes over and tells the three of us that we need to leave and waits by the door. I think they leave, but I do not. I ask them why we have to leave, but they won’t leave [?]. To me, this merits my not leaving. I am sure it is because of us bringing and eating our food, but since they will not simply tell me that, I am choosing to stay and make a scene about it. I notice the whole room is full of seated people - all employees?- watching. There is at least one table of non-employees; Gunnar is seated at the end and side closest to me. Our gazes briefly meet, and on the second occurrence of this we both smile and nod at each other. To be even more of an ass right now, I go over to talk to him. I crouch down and place my hand on his shoulder, asking something like ‘hey buddy, how’s it going?’ His hair is cut shorter, in that sort of styled bowl cut almost all young teen boys wear, and it causes him to look much younger (just about what he looked like in elementary school). Though he smiles, I see sadness behind his eyes. I remember what Reilly did to him and think he must still be hurt from it. I think there is some empathy in his gaze as well. I think about how we have both cut our hair short since, and wonder if he might comment on it or just stick with the silent knowing that we both went through about the same thing. He is sitting by another blonde boy that also looks very juvenile and suspiciously like Nelson Neiman (maybe just a slightly older Nelson). I am now back to making a scene again and asking for the manager. There are two ladies, and I’m not sure which is which position and not sure how each feels about the situation. One of them tells me her name is Tanya? It seems to be just us and the spectating employees now. There is a counter between her and me - it kind of looks like we’re in a kitchen (kind of like the one is Kris’ condo). When she’s still talking but has turned away from me, I duck down behind the counter, thinking it’ll be funny to have her turn around and see me missing. Right before this, it almost felt like we were going to fight. I understand they have the right to tell us to leave, but we also need to know why. Makayla’s thoughts about this whole thing enter my consideration - I’m not sure how she feels about it. It occurs to me that I might be jeopardizing some employees (all except for a core group that’s not as dispensable to them?) but I continue to push it. I end up running out of the building when she is not looking. I walk around the outside of this house, still trying to stay out of sight. I notice employees walking around in groups. There are three a little ways out by what looks like a small river. I let some spot me, and when they do, they return to the house. I round the corner, right into another group, but jump over them. I think I’ve just showered and have a towel on.
Makayla is sitting in some open type area that seems like a pier. It is a bench type seat that seems to be right above some shallow water. The water extends a ways under the covering. It is fairly dim. By her is a large case of beer that has different slots for the different types. I think it has cans and bottles. She is opening a stout bottle and pouring it into a glass. I try it and tell her it is too cold and needs to be warmer. Surprisingly, she agrees with this. I want to have my own, so I open and pour a bottle, but it is the wrong color - a hazy orangey yellow. I see that this is some IPA with a blue label with a fish on it. It is good though, and I am still going to finish it. Later? I am looking for Makayla. I walk down to a row of houses from which I can see the ocean right behind. I am going to go between two houses, but see that it is still pretty much their yard and that there are some people out. I end up seeing Makayla through the screen window of a brown RV that is also close to the ocean. I look up to the window above me and talk to her a bit. Melissa has on a floral dress and apparently nothing on under it. She has crawled onto me with a certain degree of fervor and is riding me ‘in reverse’. It’s a very nice moment. The Grateful Dead is on in the background; they’re playing an early (1974) They Love Each Other. After a few lines, he stops singing while the music continues, as if he has forgotten lyrics. I think I was the one singing and couldn’t remember any further?
I am outside and entering some building. I pass a group of three who are sitting on the ground, appearing to be homeless or otherwise in search of some assistance. Their handcrafted signs held proclaim this, though they do have a van, albeit a fairly broken down looking one. The van is scattered with random things, mostly necessities. They ask me for something specific - shoes? I sort of mumble something about thinking about it and slowly sneak away. When I enter this building - a house? - though, something resonates with me, and I want to help them out, so I start going through the clothes in this room. I gather some shoes, small pink gloves, very small underwear (mine from when I was a kid?), and some other small articles. Gathered up in my arms, I return to the three. When they see me, their faces fill with equal parts shock and gratitude. I sit with them, and they express it. I want to know their story, and we end up talking. It becomes mostly them (a girl and two boys?) asking about my life. They ask what I do for work, and I tell them I work at a preschool 9-6 Monday through Friday. We start talking about hiking, presumably because of the shoes, and they ask the longest hike I’ve ever done. Remembering it, I tell them the longest hike I’ve ever done was probably Half Dome. I am in what seems to be an extremely large tap house [As I write this, I remember how Jon described a cave by the ocean as like a cathedral last night. This is the same feeling I am getting of this place]. The space is so open and almost stale (kind of like Maui Brewing Co). Everything is grey and angular and sleek. I approach the tall counter and crane my neck far back to read the giant board of options. Despite the plethora, I don’t see the type I am looking for. Dad is here too. I end up getting a very tiny replica of the Washington Monument (I think I was thinking of the Eiffel Tower at first, but recalling it now, it was definitely solid, with the prism shaped top). I get a saltwater solution to rinse it off with? and do so. It almost looks like we are outside, or like this side of the building slowly blends into the outside. It is dark out and tropical.
I am at Melissa’s house. Outside, the front of it looks the same or at least has the same layout, but the inside is different. Her mom is here with us too, and I think we are helping her with something. We go into a small room/pantry to put something away. I either lift Melissa up or she lifts herself up, but she sits up on something so she is a little higher up than me. She is completely nude, and I start kissing down her body. I start at her belly and go as low as I can with her legs being together. I make it down to the patch of slight stubble. I think we are going to go back out now, and I am cognizant of how much time we have spent in here for just putting something away.
A whole lot f snippets from my last 2 hour stretch of sleep. Men were running around a town, looking for deer to have sex with. A man found one dead and was disappointed. I was a disembodied watcher and I wondered “does it really matter?” A woman did something to a tiny pond beside a trailer. Branches grew and grew then spelled out the word “Carrot” [thanks CSI] then the branches went inside the trailer. The woman was excited and in bed. She pulled back the covers for the branches to join her. I was disembodied but landscaping or terraforming a great stretch of land. It was in a checkered pattern of crimson and dark green. Someone was disappointed, saying I ruined their work (I think the person was my DIL) I recall a giant T-Rex in the distance. He was wearing a sunflower umbrella over his head. There was a battle and bombs were thrown at little flying beasts and something else. I was with 2 or 3 others and we were trying to get to chests which held health potions and weapons. But we kept getting froze in place by some monsters attacks. I took some people to a house. There was extensive damage and they worried about wood rot. I opened one cabinet and found a small box inside. I opened it and found a note “Zhaylin. It’s so nice you came back to us.” [Huh. I’ve never been Zhaylin in dreams before.] That last dream was part of a whole complex story which I remember very little of. There was a great multitude of kittens in the streets. Some were sickly, some healthy. My daughter Miley was driving us out of the cursed town in an 18-wheeler and I cried and begged her to watch out for the kittens. I think there were also puppies. Words were written into the mud of the town. They were dire warnings of one sort or another. There were bodies of people and I character hopped a great deal. A family was being attacked by its own members. A little girl was thrown off a boat and suspended in a bubble of water with her hand outstretched, begging for rescue. Another snippet was being in a store, running, hiding. We found someone who also needed help but we were at odds until a common enemy was heard in an aisle. We wore hats, bowed our heads and had an impromptu religious service of song, prayer, joined hands. It was tomdisguise our identities [thank you Castle Rock]. One person was kicked in the shins when he got too carried away. The man was the father of one of the people. He followed someone into a restroom and said something along the lines of he never thought he’d see is son in a dress and wig, but he’d still recognize him anywhere. He inquired of his wife and daughter who went missing with the son. That’s all I got... **EDIT** Oh yeah. In the terraforming bit, I also removed a section of land which I noticed diverted some water. I wore a very long sash of sod, so I took it off and tried to repair what I ruined. There were animals playing around me. I worried they would fall off the cliffs but I was also a little scared of the animals. I cants really remember what they were though. And at some other point, I dreamed of my p-doc. I was acting loopy and talking about all these miracle drugs and foods and he was trying to talk sense into me. Now, that is it, I honk lol
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Alright I have had enough of these dreams where I almost get molested by creepy dudes. Is it a subconscious fear I have now? I wonder where the hell it came from because I want it gone. I was on a lake/ocean in a boat/vehicle. A family member was with me, but then they left for some reason. They said they'd be back soon, but as I was waiting I heard a very disturbing sound beneath me. It sounded like the growl of a large and ancient beast. It sounded similar to this one, with the reverberating breathing. It was loud and made me scared to my core. Anyway, just after I heard the sound the car bumped up a bit. And again it happened. Suddenly the vehicle capsizes. I had opened the window a bit earlier to try to see what had made that noise, but now that I was capsizing I tried to roll the window up but I didn't have enough time. I saw the water coming closer and I took a deep breath. I then fell into the water and dove as far as I could to try to avoid the beast from below. I was not fast enough, and it bit off my leg at the knee. It then circled back and swallowed the rest of me whole. I tried to grab hold of it's mouth just before it swallowed me just so I could know what it was that killed me. It had a long pointed snout and reminded me of a shark. I woke up likely in sleep paralysis. My whole body felt constricted and I thought I was actually dead for a second. There was more to this one, but basically me and brother were in the middle of nowhere with a semitruck. There was just desert all around. While he wasn't looking I threw gas on everything and then lit the truck and ran for my life. The thing went off like a nuclear bomb. I expected the mushroom cloud and the heat and stuff, but didn't anticipate the flying debris. I just kept running to avoid being chunked down by the flying pieces. It was truly a sight to behold. My brother driving me through a town I didn't recognize. It was a large city and reminded me of Vegas. It was at night and I saw several fireworks displays going off. As we drove down some winding highways at a decent speed I took in the sights of the various light shows and suddenly my brother tells me to hold on to something. I look forward at the road and it has a large gap with the street continuing after a few feet. We keep our speed and fall right through the hole and find ourselves doing some weird roller coaster of a track designed just for this. It takes the speed and weight of the vehicle and as long as you keep the pedal to the metal, then you will complete the track without injury. This thing was wild. It had loop-de-loops, jumps, falls, the works. I saw a smaller car that failed the loop and ended upside down and crashing to the ground. I felt very scared that our car may end up the same. I got mad at Kris for taking me here, and he said he brings many people here and that it is one of the best attractions in town. I was playing a battle royal sort of game, with gameplay like fistful of frags (Played the game for hours yesterday). Each game was 100 players. There were several weapons you could use and they were all pretty good. It was so satisfying getting 6+ kills in a row. I was able to escape large groups of people by floating above. I remembered this technique from my past as I could hold my breath and it allows me to fly higher. The group of 5 said I was cheating because they only had melee weapons and couldn't reach me. I said they were cheating for being in such a large group, and that there was no way I could beat all of them when they're grouped like that. I played a few rounds of this. Out of maybe 4 rounds I came in first twice. I recall the last time I played it the remaining 2 enemies besides me were Conan O'Brian and Stephen Colbert. Conan was weaponless and wasn't actually playing. I managed to get Stephen Colbert, but it wasn't easy. I had to attack his head and he kept using a hood to conceal where I could attack. I eventually pinned him to the ground and sliced open his neck. Brutal. I was at a hotel trying to mind my own business but the people behind and in front of me pressed so close against me they forced me to follow them. I wanted to just leave them alone, but it seemed they were doing this on purpose. I noted the guy behind me was wearing skin tight latex. Not the black kind, but it was red and white. They got me to a floor with nobody around and a guy tried to pull a gun on me while the latex guy advanced toward me and tried to sexually assault me. I fended them off and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. As I rounded a clearing the guy was rounding the clearing in the stairs just below. This continued for 2-3 floors until I stopped and waited for him to catch up. Just as he was about to come into view I swung around the corner and knocked him down the stairs and kept running until the dream ended.
Morning of August 15, 2018. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,867-03. Reading time (optimized): 3 min 30 sec. My dream begins with a non-lucid focus on “searching while sleeping,” which stems from the subliminal choice to appease the preconscious (which does not dominate this dream at any point, only several mutable precursors) in the mode of infra-awareness and infra-mediation (vivified dream self presence and dream creation and control without awareness of being in the dream state). My dream’s template and progression have occurred many times since early childhood, and its essence is established and familiar. The purpose of the dream self is to find its way back to conscious identity for reunification and waking life temporality (sense of time and viable physicality) while investigating the dynamics and artifacts of sleep (for which digging is a metaphor). I am aware of others looking for small gold nuggets on a riverbank (yellow or gold is an emerging consciousness precursor), though the water induction factor is not perceived. (The river is understood to be there, but I never see it. I am mostly facing away from it.) By digging in the soft dirt with my hands, I find what I think might be small pieces of gold, but the others claim that there is no gold where I am looking. The area I am digging in in a later scene is like the face of an embankment, a virtual cabinet of dirt. I find some big oblong crystals, including matte yellow, transparent blue, and colorless transparent - implied to be silver, but they tell me it is not gold and is probably without monetary value. I consider keeping them because of how beautiful they are. I dig into an area and reach what seems to be the surface of a floor (even though I am still on the river bank), only about three feet down. I uncover a swag. I perceive it as belonging to one of the inmates of the prison that has been underground for many years. I open the cloth bundle to find several items. One item is a 15 cm ruler of thin metal and a central open area to each edge. There are a few small engravings on it, one featuring two soldiers walking. The number 1086 appears near one corner. I first think that might be the year it was produced but then consider it could not be. I am somewhat annoyed that what I am finding is probably from the 1940s or later. One of the unknown men, sitting on the riverbank, says he will give me $20.00 for it. I accept his offer. I find an unusual long panel with three celebrity images. One of them is Aretha Franklin (with an obituary). Another is Mama Cass Elliot. The third is Frankie Laine. I tell one of the men that the year seems to be 1968. He says, “I’ll give you $7.00 for it.” It is lower than I expected, but I accept it. I continue to dig. With difficulty, I use a thin sheet of metal to dig what now seems like compact beach sand. The scene changes again, and digging becomes easier. Next, the preconscious precursor is female. I dig up several convict bodies from when the burying of the prison occurred. She seems perplexed and goes to get the authorities upon this discovery. (This is illogical as the area’s contents are already known.) The bodies are of miniature people, the size of big dolls, no more than two feet in height. (The “corpses” are dream state indicators, reactive representation of taking the self out of deeper sleep, which a doll also represents as autosymbolism for my body being inactive while asleep.) I find many more items and sell some of them. Numerous members of the public sit on the riverbank. I look at two stacks of what seem to be Mad Magazines but are erroneously from Warren Publishing. Even though I had every Mad Magazine and Warren publication from 1969 to 1979, it seems many of the issues are unfamiliar. An unknown man shares my interest. There is no damage from being in the ground so long. The man cheerfully comments “1979,” as we discuss what he is reading. I am in the emerging consciousness stage. Finding books or magazines reflects my desire to be able to read (cognitive arousal). (Its original purpose was to remain in a dream with conscious awareness to intentionally read.) Dream state indicators reach the first level. The next item found is an old mattress that belonged to a prisoner. There is a cylindrical hole in the center of it. A man (from the previous scenario) and I joke about how the prisoner used it to satisfy his desires. I dig more and find a small plastic ride-on toy that seems to be a blue futuristic motorcycle. (It is projected vestibular modulation. It is the same cue as a flight symbol in thousands of other dreams.) My dream reaches the ambiguous indoor-outdoor amalgam stage. Even though I am on a riverbank, I am simultaneously in a house with a wooden floor. There are many compartmentalized shelves opposite the river in a big area with wooden blocks for children in each shelf compartment. It all seems to be mine to sell now, though I remain puzzled. Many people start making offers as I slowly wake.
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Aug 14 53/ Learned a new language in sets of five words at a time. I learned rapidly. 54/ Dexter Morgan shaved his head and got on a plane to Africa to escape his life. But he was not escaping. The pilot and co pilot of the plane looked just like Dexter. Twins? Worse. Clones that were each twice as evil. 55/ Childhood home, it was unusually clean and empty. I was alone. Isolated but not lonely... nor was I happy about my alone-ness. I listened to music and stared out the back window. 3 squirrels in the tree outside disrupted my peace. I chased them away by squirting them with a water hose. I then regretted it, because I realized I was alone again. I didn't mind it but I didn't like it either.
Aug 13 50/ In an overcrowded classroom couldn’t stand up. My lower half had just called it quits. I tired of struggling to stand so floated up and over my classmates instead. I floated out of the classroom and through the halls. People hardly ever look upward. 51/ In a well groomed, hilly landscape dotted with trees. A shallow pond is at its center. Kids play, one kid is alone and I scooped him or her up to carry back to shore. The water, just past ankle deep, was full of hundreds of snakes, belly up. There were also hundreds of giant red centepedes swimming underwater. I realize then that the pond is moving. It slowly drains and shows up in an a neighborning valley. It keeps doing this until it drains into a lake. The kids falls into the lake and I have to save him/her. I try to find the parents. 52/ My cousin, who just renewed her wedding vows, split with her husband.
Aug 11th Didn’t write down my dreams at night. Lost them. Aug 12th 46/ Was in court, instructed how to behave. There was something about candies with tracking devices inside. 47/ On a bus/plane that stopped in a park full Buddhists in mid-ceremony. The vehicle disrupted it, almost run over some people. Got off the vehicle, I forgot my celery. Went back on to get it and saw another forgotten celery in the seat behind. I tried to find its owner. No one claimed it so I gave it to the Buddhists and started home. 48/ Highlander tv series was rebooting & held auditions. We watched a pilot for the new series, which had become an incredibly cheesy superhero/shapeshifter action show. I didn't want any part of it. 49/ Back at the MH I grew up in as a kid. It had two second story balconies, the normal one in the front and a new one where my bedroom was. So that's how the aliens got into my room?
August 10th 41/ In an overly crowded mall and cafeteria. Was very hungry but the cafeteria and stores had no decent food for me to eat. 42/ Was on a safari we came to three doors sitting in a field. All doors lead to a colorful, wild place. We were suddenly in a city. Chaos erupted. Three weird things, a dance recital continuing in the midst of the panic, a piano game that people risked death to stop and play, and a lifesized fine china weeping butler who was alive and didn’t want to die. I found SG and we left to find the three doors. 43/ Explored a serene country scene, a lazy creek, weeping willows. We came to a stretch of land stripped of trees, grass, and topsoil. Men erected a fence. They were to build a factory. This angered me so I argued to delay them. 44/ Wandered a destitute city. Explored the side streets to see what odd shops I could find. 45/ Nephew played outside in a garden, came to me cying about a wasp on his finger. I told him to just flick it off. He did. The wasp landed on the ground and exploded into a small pile of honey bees that dispersed and flew away. Fragment A toilet was disgustingly clogged up, as was my left nostril.
I dreamed I met some old friends in a parking lot at the Target near my town. We talked briefly about Toys-R-Us going out of business. ... I had been given a large tin of Yu-Gi-Oh cards for my birthday. I remember they came disorganized inside the tin in booster packs. The scene became like one of those youtube style unboxing/pack opening videos where I was opening the cards and looking through them talking about each one and my feelings on it and how it was useful in the metagame. I recall finding a card that looked like a blue-eyes-white dragon but looking at the stats of the card and it was called simply "Dragon" and had lower power stats and being somewhat disappointed. ... Several dreams from the past few nights following a somewhat consistent story line. The first one had to do with my old friend J. We were playing Halo (or something very similar) in a Mesh format. J's character had red and gold armor and mine had black armor and these V-shaped visors running down his helmet. We were fighting to control a dark and foggy room (OTD, not any map from the game, at least that I could remember) full of debris and dead enemies. Other players would continuously spawn and run into the room trying to attack us. They were a challenge, but not too much for us working together. Manei appeared into the dream. Her character had tawny brown armor and a bright green/cyan blue helmet visor. She helped us fight as the enemies got more skilled, numerous and coordinated. As we continued fighting, J asked who this was and what she was doing. I started explaining the concept of dream guides and lucid dreaming to him, but he didn't understand it. Neither did I grasp the concept that I was dreaming. -+- The dream would continue later on. On one of the following nights, I would find out that that scene was a critical mission I had undertaken to retrive some data from the enemy base and then wait for extraction and then wait for someone to extract me. I was at the secret resistance base on a desert planet. It somewhat reminded me of Mos Eisely save for the whole city was a military and logistics center with ships coming and going and people and machinery moving around ordinance and repairing vehicles. A large ship shadowed over the two suns. It looked like the UNSC Infinity from the Halo games and was being escorted by some X-wings and Y-wings. Some of them landed near me and the pilots started getting out. For some reason all of the pilots had their hair dyed bright green and styled in Afros or ridiculously tall Flat-Tops. One of the pilots looked like Kanan from Star Wars Rebels and had the craziest hair, apparently he was the leader of the squadron. Marcus (in robot ball thingy form) flew down from the ship and came to speak to me. He said that this was the flagship of our fleet that had come back from getting repairs at a hidden shipyard and we were ready to launch a major attack against the evil empire. A shuttle came down to pick me up and lifted me into the hangar of the Infinity. The ship flew into orbit and met up with some other ships. Some ships were just sort of random but the dream seemed to be pulling from a variety of science fiction franchises. Specifically one ship was (or strongly resembled) the Asari dreadnought from the mass effect series. ... I was called upon to lead one of the attacks in our new campaign with the flagship. The attack plan called for me to take a lone fighter to an enemy shipyard and disable the harbor guns so the fleet could attack and hopefully capture some of the ships the enemy was building. The enemy shipyard was a huge structure tens of kilometers long built out of a large asteroid. It was comprised of platforms and structures haphazardly added over time and it had a black and red color scheme. I started flying around the structure with my fighter. Security troopers in space suits came out and tried firing on my fighter but they were easy to shoot down. The big guns turned out to be heavily armored and couldn't be damaged by my fighter's weapons and I eventually managed to fire some missiles into the mechanisms controlling the rotation of the large guns on the station which locked their orientation. I then informed Marcus that the guns were unable to move and he could jump his fleet in and start the attack so long as he stayed out of their positions. I started to flee as the station came under heavy fire from the allied ships. -+- Two of my original characters were fighting in the hallway of my old high school. One had a large sword and the other had zero friction states. The one with the sword used a future-predicting ability to determine if he could win the fight and he was told that out of 4 million possibilities he could only lose 13 of them. Then his sword got stuck in the zero friction skates, and the character with the sword was informed that this was one of the 13 possibilities where he lost and that it was just bad luck. Both characters wound up killing each other at the same time. Both of their dead bodies turned into dust and then reassembled fully healed. The character with he sword turned out to be the winner because of a random quantum event that had made an extremely likely possibility that the other character could have won possible and in theory he should have won because he had secured more possible avenues of victory. -+- I bought an apartment in a location similar to my grandmother's old apartment. I headed inside to see what my new digs were like to find the layout similar to her apartment, only where the bedroom was there was a stairwell that wasn't there IRL. I followed it downstairs (into what would have been the basement) which contained a library and a large living room with a small bathroom off to the side and another set of stairs which led further down. These led through a locked door (like an exterior door to a house) which let out in an underground street with shops along both sides. -+- I was with my mother sitting outside the grocery store in my town. The parking lot had been replaced with a large shallow pond full of Koi fish. Our cats were swimming through the water attempting to catch the Koi while my mother and I talked, laughed at the antics with our wet cats and ate snacks from a bag of groceries we had bought. -+- Something to do with witnessing a solar eclipse from a park near my neighborhood during the wintertime. The sun was in the southern portion of the sky rather than the east or west and the moon was many times bigger than the sun. The strange thing that I remember was that the moon moved in front of the sun and then stopped briefly, then continued moving; far faster than the moon would normally move.
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