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Very short dream. It was about some alien thing that was always getting on my nerves about something. I would do one thing and he would yell at me or he would break something and blame it on me.

He is now in a dark counseling room with a projector, talking to his higher up about what ever. After some more messing around with him and seeing that he looks like a Gremlin he talks to his higher up again, blaming something on me. This time I spoke up and said "He Started it, non of this would be going on if he would stop doing things his way. I was standing in a doorway that led to an attic. Then I left, fed up with this thing. Outside it shows me leaving the house and I hear the monster talking to his God about what ever but I do here him say "Starnded on the place full of these fritter mouthed humans." Then at the ended of the dream a weird theme plays.

HI- I have an FA and the weird music is playing. I look up on my TV screen and see that ugly Gremlin in a freeze frame with text under him. I think the music was his theme and that was why it was a picture of him there.
I also had a random thought about him looking like the Mega Voyager and him warning me that I better get out of here.

I start off in this dream in a game that became real. It was about something the required you to go into different rooms to unlock puzzles and riddles to other paths. I seen some people from the game that looked like gundams go up into a vent. I tried to follow them but the opening was way to small, only enough room for tiny figurine toys. I looked inside the vent and saw a party of at least nine people and SD mechs walking around inside. After that I wanted to see who was playing this. So I went to see if I can find them and spotted them. Off in a dark room with only the TV light illuminating the place I saw my brother and my model toy Heavy arms there! I needed to give them an excuse to come after me so I threw a rock or something at him and hit the Gundam in its head. He stood up, looking at me with angry green eyes then I ran off, hoping that he would follow. He didn't instead it went back to playing with my brother and blew me off. So I got Lucid and threw something at him again. I heard him shout "I'll kill you." And saw them get out, to try and trap me in the backyard, coming around on each side of the house on Raymond. I slipped passed them ans was on the street, looking at them. I tried really hard to will him to come after me but it didn't work instead he turned around and went off with my brother to play more video games and avoided me. As much as I hated to do this with such a very detailed Gundam in my dream I had no other choice. I had to end them and ended them I did. I spun with such force that it tore up the dream and it put me in an FA where I was in a bedroom. Still trying to keep me here and waste my time? I woke myself up, completely obliterating the dream.

I only remember that I see a shelf cloud and that some stuff involving the supercell happens throughout the dream in multiple locations.

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Didn't really feel motivated to document my dreams lately. Had a lot of dreams that I didn't want to share.

By the way, I should probably do a reality check every time I think about, hear or see a supercell, shouldn't I?

I entered the dream after short relaxation and concentration... I found myself on sun lighted meadow in between green hills. Seeing nothing interesting nearby, I looked up into deep blue sky with a few clouds... And I decided to experience a spaceflight.
I accelerated directly up to the sky and for a while I flew up... the sky got very dark... but I lost concentration and found myself slowly descending, unable to rise the height. So I concentrated again while getting more into unattached observer state. Immediately I accelerated out of the atmosphere and in a few seconds I passed the moon in close distance. Soon my acceleration brought me over speed of light and streaks of star light were getting longer and longer. A HUD appeared in my view and it showed some information about close star systems. One of them had 4 habitable bodies. I decelerated when I was close. There were two habitable planets and two large, slowly rotating spacestations.
I flew into one spacestation phasing through closed airlock. I got interesting view on the inside of cylinder where normally looking country was curving around insides of it. Just like O'Neill cylinder is described often. But there was nobody inside, no animals, only grass, trees, water... And some houses. I went inside of one house- it too was empty. Fully equipped modern house. I found food storage there. Sorted fresh fruits were there. I took one big plum(double size as common plum) and I had eaten it. It had very interesting flavour... Partially like plum, to lesser extend like apple an orange. I wanted to try different plum but I found myself in the bed at once. My wife laid next to me waking me up in the process.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At a nudist swimming pool with my mom. We go take a shower before going to the pool and it's all genders mixed. Robert Mueller is taking a shower there. He is to friendly and gets to close and his penis touches me. I feel very uncomfortable but my mom seems to like him... until he kisses a younger guy that arrives and then she feels a bit shocked. He asks if we are ok with it. I say I am (now his dick touching me doesn't affect me much) but my mom is suggesting it isn't ok by her. We have a bunch of stuff to put in the lockers, but they are all taken. She decides to just leave stuff on the ground over a towel, but I go back because I think some one will steal it. I find a Chinese and an Indian or Pakistani dude putting prices on our stuff and trying to sell it. I have an argument with them, they get a bit scared, asks me for proof it is my stuff. I raise my voice and say I am ready to fight and they back of. (sorry for this sort of racist dream)

In a nerd convention with Riverstone. We are sitting at a table, eating and drinking. I won some contest but it's because I followed a hint from him. Something about a quote that I guess it's from Star Wars. They call half a dozen winners to the front of the stage to hand the prizes (several electronic items). They are all marked with our names but someone used a marker that disappears on touch causing a chaos. Meanwhile, some Latin dude in a camouflage jumpsuit is walking among us, and someone yells he wants to kill someone. I look back and he has an electronic command in his hand and points it over all our heads to a nearby stand. There is an explosion. He is pinned down by people and some of us run to the stand to help whomever needs help but luckily everybody is ok. There were also some kittens on a box for adoption and even they are ok. I pick them up and kiss them gently. Then I meet Riverstone who had lost me in the chaos and is sick worried.

Lisbon is very changed, lots of tourists, even more than nowadays. I am taking a tour under the theme of urban art. At the Anjos area, some guy spots me at a distance and starts yelling announcing me. I don't remember his face but I go check if it is someone I know. It is some guy from my activism days. And he was yelling at his friends, but a bunch of them has already left in a car. They get however suck in traffic not so far ahead, so they wave at me. They aged, some are fatter, other grew beards. The one guy left behind takes me to visit a girl who now works in a fancy restaurant of a famous chef. She looks like Guiomar. She shows me around, the chef is baking some cakes and I say I am hungry but are they vegetarian? The chef says no.
Then my friends have some gifts for me that they say I must absolutely take: a kind of wooden centerpiece with colorful paintings.

Then I get to see through the eyes of some guy who robbed a museum with some friends and he is now on a wheelchair. He wants to revisit the place and a friend says not to or they'll catch him, but he is not worried. They do catch him but he doesn't feel so bad about it. Asks what's in the menu in the prison. I think he actually wanted to be caught.

Dream 1: a dream where my throat is very itchy and uncomfortable. I think I'm sick and search online for a remedy.

After that me and my friend go outside(this dream takes place at some weird version of my grandma's house). We enter what I think is a road. The whole town is different from waking life so I dont know where I'm going.

Eventually me and him find a boat. We climb on and go. Th inside of this boat must be much bigger then from the outside because inside is a small casino.

My friend has an idea. He opens a cooler and gets some beer. We run thinking we did a bad thing.

He gets some root beer cans and says that we need to drink to about 1/5 of it.

I get home by the end of all of that. I proceed to go ok the backside of the house and drink. It was very sweet and tasty

Dream of spending time around a time like Nimbin, wearing dress, old massage school, herbs, health foods, find pants, fighting boys, flee town.

In this dream I spent a afternoon and night adventuring around the town of NB. The town had a real hippy alternative feel to it with lots of market stalls, lovely colors everywhere etc etc.

Well, I find myself in a Shopping mall wearing a Dress! ( I'm a guy ). Somehow, I fit right in with all the other crazies and all's fun and good. I bump into some people I knew from years ago from a massage school I attended. They were running classes in a side room in the shopping mall.

I waltz into the room in my dress and peer around. Theres half a dozen people inside inlcuding the teach, they are all practicing Shiatsu! Tapping the teaching on the should, who I recognize, I yarn with him for a bit then happily move on.

Outside, theirs a nearby shop that sells clothes and healthy foods! Hmm, I wanna find some trendy hippy hemp pants so I go in the shop. However, I feel a bit like a poor hobo and the shop lady eyes me of suspiciously. Acting innocent, I look around, eye of the food and clothes then walk back outside.

Continuing my mission to find pants and get out of the dress, I walk up and down the street, looking at various stalls and trying to find the right one. Its night time by now. Finally, I find some nice pants and YAY, i'm out of the dress.

Walking around town, I see a bunch of young teenage guys goofing around on a small bank next to a road. I walk up to them and next thing I know, they are attacking me! Well, being much larger and stronger, I hold my ground and toss them around playfully, but you know what? Theirs strength in numbers! I start getting a bit knocked about too and start getting a bit aggressive.

After tossing them around, knocking a few heads together and blackening a couple of eyes, I feel like my frustrations have been vented! One of the boys starts crying and runs off to find his dad.

Just then, my dad turns up in his car! "Quick, lets leave" he loudly whispers to me, "Those boys you beat up have rich and influential parents!

Hmm, time to go, I jump in the car and escape!

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

With a group of friends heading to the door of some mafia dude to ask something. We get there and he is throwing a family party for his daughter who is having a birthday or going to marry. Hard to say. They have a skating ring in the house, invite us to skate and I feel like it, but the others point out that we are there for serious business. I thought they were Russian or Armenian, but then they all start dancing merengue and salsa and I think again that they must be South American. We leave empty handed.

I am walking with a group of people. Feels like the kids from my extra curricular activities when I was also a kid, but I am an adult. Then I leave them and go alone across VFX. Come across a guy who recognizes me. His face isn't strange to me either, I think he went to primary school with me. I ask hiss name and it is something like Leonildo.

A company of stone pavement is going bankrupt. I have worked there and go there just to get something back. Cross path with the manager saying it is our fault? I make a scandal and question him "Us, who? I think you mean the admins in suit who run this shit, not the workers!" He admits it. He leaves frustrated.

dream 1: A dream where I'm getting mad at the game, the last of us. Playing on the maps, checkpoint and coal mine

I am upstairs at work. There is a group of three to four white teenage (or younger?) boys by the Levi jeans that have selected a bunch of clothes quickly. I think they may also have a bag, maybe a sports bag from here? that they’re putting it all into. I think Scott is downstairs and talking to me over the radio. I am over by the boys and I think it makes them leave, leaving everything behind. I start looking through the clothes in the bag, and I only find one empty hanger. I’m not sure what we’re doing exactly, but at least they didn’t get anything, besides possibly one shirt.

I am going on a road trip with Brittney and I think Melissa also. I think that wherever we are going is around eight hours away. I think Brittney is going to drive the whole way, though I think about offering to help since we drive the same car. There is a sense of this being last minute, but not negatively so. Somewhere along the way we stop at a Jack in the Box? I order a number seven - some kind of cheeseburger. I think I initially said small, but the employee asks what size. I start to say large, but he remembers I said small, and it somehow gets brought to medium. Now we are waiting quite a while for our food to come out.




I’m in what feels like the backseat of a car, sitting next to Melissa. I think Brooke and someone else are in the front seats (Brooke in the passenger seat), which seem way too close. Melissa has taken my penis out and is playing with it, I think going down on it once. A flight attendant? squeezes past in front of us, and I put my leg up, trying to hide the hardness against it.

I am in some room, maybe a kitchen, in a house or building that seems to be by a beach, probably on the ocean. The place is dim and seems to be empty, except for Dad, who is here celebrating his birthday. There is no one here, so I assume it is just too early for them to be showing up. He shows me a little machine on the counter top that has a few tap handles. There is what looks like a thin, green hose. On it is a circular piece with an indentation (like one for a screwdriver), which corresponds to a piece on the machine. Once inserted, it can be turned and creates a sound like it is adding carbonation or something similar. It also allows the beer to come out. I look at the options and choose a witbier. I pour it into my Artown cup at a 45 degree angle. It seems to pour quickly, but doesn’t produce much head. I take a sip and it is pretty tasty. I look at the other options, two being home brew?, one IPA, and a Revision IPA with a pretty cool graphic (space?). I think the others are more eclectic, constituting a pretty decent selection for so few handles. I think I am going to go sit outside.




I am seeing a video of Dad at some circular bar counter that looks to be encircling a pool. The whole thing is not very big, but it looks pretty cool. I think we’re supposed to be on a family trip and he’s already there without us. I then see a filter or location on the video that says he’s only at an airport (in Vegas?). Now I am where I think we are going, I think with Makayla. The place is a fairly large and high ceilinged room with a large, rectangle pool in the center. Along the walls around it are what look like doors to hotel rooms. We start looking for one that’s open. You can’t really tell what’s locked or not by looking at it, and I feel weird trying all the door knobs. It seems like most are locked. I get towards the end of the row and hear movement behind one of the doors. The very last door then opens, and coming out of it is a boy probably in his late teens, with long and center parted dirty blond hair, wearing only what looks like boxers or small swim trunks. I assume he is about to swim. I consider asking him to see the inside of the room, but think it’d be a little too intrusive.




I am with Sage and her old friend Sierra Fiester in some large room with a bouldering wall. The bouldering wall is not too long, but it is pretty tall and slightly overhanging. I am attempting a problem and its big move. There is a thin crash pad on the ground that I have them move, since it is not where I’d need it if I were to fall. I ready myself for the big move out right, but never commit, afraid to fall. I end up just using different holds to climb to the top, a little disappointed in myself. I still try to make it harder, with big moves and small holds, including small crimps. I use a large half-moon shaped hold (the one from Rocksport and Basecamp), I think getting a hand or two and a heel on it at one point. I am making loud vocalizations of effort at each move.

I am sitting alone on some flight of large stone steps that lead down to a body of water. I’ve brought some food so I can sit down and eat it. I’m not sure if I’ve come down here to be alone or to possibly talk to some others. I think there are some others down here.

I am walking around downtown, and there seems to be an event going on. I walk into a smaller coffee shop, right behind a group of three girls about my age. They sort of spilt up in the line, so that I am in front of one of them. She is talking sort of excitedly about how she is going to get something with eight shots, as if her caffeine tolerance is just really high. I think one of the others orders and then they try to get me to go. I politely decline, asking if they’re sure, since I thought they got here first. They coax me into going, so I step up to the wooden counter. The barista is kind and friendly, with dirty blond/brown hair and tan skin; she seems familiar from somewhere. I ask for an iced Americano with five shots instead of the four I think it usually comes with. She says she’s already got one started, holding out a larger sized cup that’s full, too full for my preference, of ice. When the finished drink comes out, I take it over to a wooden bench along the wall opposite the building’s front wall and window. The evening light shines golden, drenching the place in a peaceful, languid haze. There are a few others sitting around, quietly keeping to themselves. There is a very laid back vibe, either caused by or enhanced by the lighting. I notice the girl who wanted eight shots is seated to my left, sitting lengthwise with the bench, her knees bent and feet up. She is wearing shorter black athletic shorts and is on her phone. She has two smaller bags on the bench, one placed on top of the other. They start to tilt and then the top one completely falls off, taking the other partially with it. I try but fail to get her attention. Now, I consider trying to talk to her or the other two also, but I don’t really want to bother them, as they don’t need anyone to talk to. I’m not sure what I’m going to do now, except maybe sit here for a while.

I am camping at Frenchmans with Melissa and I think one other. We are sitting around the fire pit, and there’s quite a bit of stuff set up around it, like we’re here for a while or just well prepared. I’m not sure if there’s a fire going or not. It seems to be dusk or nearing dark. I think I’m going to start the fire now. I put down some paper materials for starters, but then I can’t find any wood. I bring it up to Melissa, and she has a brief look of realization. She says she forgot to bring it. I’m not sure what to do, then Melissa says she saw some in the trailer. That does sound right, so I go to check. The trailer feels more like a big car, but still partially like a trailer. I climb in and onto what seems to be the back seats. It seems more like a bed, a bed that could fit about two. It seems kinda comfy, and I think about sleeping with Melissa in here instead. I find the firewood and it is all on top of two folded down seats, shaped almost like it is serving as the seats instead. I wonder if I should really be taking any if it is serving a purpose here. I think that most likely Opa placed it like this. I end up pulling a few pieces out, most smaller but one longer. The wood is darker in color, thin, and not very heavy.




I am at work, going back on video to look for something, when I inadvertently see two guys arbitrarily grabbing Levis like they’re going to do a grab and run. I notice that one is wearing a backpack. Now I am out on the floor and right by them. I think just my walking by is enough to get them to drop the merchandise. They go over by men’s shoes and I think out an emergency exit door that’s open. Another man is standing by the door, sort of like a look out. He is wearing a white rabbit mask. It looks like a plain and rudimentary mask with just a strap on the backside, yet the effect is somewhat unnerving and intimidating. I don’t exactly want to go over there. I call Scott over the radio to see if he’s seeing this. From the way he says no, I assume he was not watching all along. I assume he’s pulling it up on camera now.