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    1. Mischievous manners, car bomb, hunted by addict.

      by , 10-22-2020 at 06:59 AM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      I'm in some kind of foster home. It feels as if I am about 12 years old. I have two friends in my age. We are mischievous and are looking for different pranks and other things we can do. We find some permanent markers in different colors in a shelf and I take the black pen. As I take it I hear someone old coming. I hold the pen and walk to the person as if I was innocent. The old person is suspecting we are up to something and says that we should not write on the furniture. She says a specific word we shouldn't write and I really want to write that word but reckon that she will know that it is me then. New fragment I'm walking outside with my sister. I'm holding a plastic box with small white cookies from a store. We find a car that is deserted by the water. We look in the luggage and find some kind of bomb with a wire that is leading to the ocean. We follow the wire. New fragment. We are walking in town and are dressed for cold weather. We know that someone is looking for us and wants to steal the cookies because he is an addict. There is some kind of substance in our cookies he wants. We see him and he approaches us. I don't know what to do with the cookies. My sister is approaching him and giving me an opening to hide them. When he looks at my sister I throw the cookie box up in the air over the addict. He doesn't notice the box in his view but hears when the box falls to the ground behind him. He looks behind himself in suspicion but doesn't see the box due to the dark winter climat. He walks away and me and my sister is able to walk away safely. We meet dad after a while and we tell him about the addict.

      Notes: I wondered what I would dream about and how the dream would be interesting. I am not disappointed. My family watched some old photos of us when we were small and found a text where it said how much trouble I caused for 30 minutes that day. Including taking a permanent marker and write on a wall with it. I think the addict in the dream was the gambling addict from church. I had a lot of HI and it was hard to hold my eyes closed.
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    2. clxxxiii. Ancient lottery machine, Desert war site

      by , 10-22-2020 at 12:47 AM
      19th October 2020

      Fragment:

      I was helping H. There was some kind of old lottery machine thing which we'd salvaged, but it had stops like an organ, almost 100 of them even though only about 50 were required. (Think that was dream intuitive knowledge)

      But as H put in a dowel thing for a stop, a wasp came out (but not really, it looked like a midge) and it bit or stung him. I suggested they might all be infested and we might be better off making all of them ourselves (the stops I think) but I think H found this to be frustrating.



      20th October 2020

      Dream:

      I was in Syria, Egypt or a country near these. I was at a USA military camp. Not sure how I got there in the dream but I remember it was in a valley. From the camp I could see in the distance steep, dusty, rocky mountain peaks. Toward one direction was a city of some kind on a sloped area.

      It looked more like ruins or slums and I could see flags. They were black with white Arabic script on them, but also a stylised animal trailing off the script too. This area looked vast.

      In the camp, I remember hearing some soldiers saying that all new troops coming in were being parachuted instead of coming in a ground march. Apparently it'd been this way since some incident with one soldier (there was a name but can't recall) where he'd been surrounded and ganged up on (by whom?).

      There was a female soldier sitting and listening. She had fake blonde hair tied up in a short pony tail. She looked worried and I realised on some level she was thinking of what I'd already thought of. If this place was a valley and the camp was surrounded by mountains and refugee camps and ruins, how would all the soldiers return home?

      (recall gap)

      Inside some hospital. Looks normal/clean. Similar in some sense to the one in the town where I live now. Again, somewhat vast inside. There's some kind of fighting going on but it seems like it's day-to-day business here. The fighting was happening on some other level, a basement? And there was some kind of mini plot about someone being injured and having to be carried away stealthily because he wasn't local.

      (recall gap)

      Commanders or captains. Some discussion about charging some kind of portal in a low basement level. Something about hearing reports of the portal's destination being in the Earth's core and really hot, rocky, red and black and also impossibly flat. Some soldiers openly said they didn't want to go or something.

      (recall gap)

      Inside some place, still the hospital I think. Mostly sitting on the floor? By a window, it's like a cafe or something this part. Someone tells me about being able to buy things. There are items along the sill and the prices are displayed on folded pieces of card/paper like mini billboard things. Some items were puddings and others were weapons and just random crap in general.

      I remember wanting some kind of dried out mousse thing, it cost 1.50. It was chocolate-y in taste and looked slightly purple but at first it just looked like a candle. (mom used to have some purple candles that smelled nice, only remembering this now)

      (recall gap)

      In the downstairs place. But looked like a warehouse area with certain bits having skylights or something. There were robots and now I had some kind of level-up system and there was another system that meant I could get upgrades from scavenged parts from the robots. I remember trying to create a new fully fledged robot. They were all about 3-6m tall.



      Notes:

      - The second dream was odd. The theme of war hasn't really appeared so directly or about a real context so clearly very much in the past. The dream setting and environment all had a very genuine feel to it. There was a certain amount of thematic consistency to the dream plots, for the most part.
      - The black flags with white script seem to remind me of certain terrorist/rebel groups in waking life, but in the dream they were just the flag of the nation of this place. I think the animal on the flag was a lion. The American army seemed to be there mostly to provide some sort of logistical support to the ruined city/region. But obviously there was still some kind of animosity and fighting going on, but I remember no mention of who "the enemy" actually was.

      - In the hospital I didn't note anyone wearing any medical equipment or the like.
    3. clxxxii. Taking food from someone's place, Legion-slaying children

      by , 10-22-2020 at 12:21 AM
      18th October 2020

      Dream:

      In my home town. Remember going up to some hilly areas that don't quite exist. A gravelled area by the main roundabout in town too.

      Then I'm with H and we go into this little house with a frosted glass door. But it also looks a bit shop-like inside. There's a fridge or something and we just start taking food from several places in here, this fridge included and putting all the food into bags (backpacks? refuse bags? not sure anymore). I think it's day time but in here it's mainly artificial light, daylight is only noticeable on the street outside. As I look to the glass door I see the silhouettes of an adult and a child and the door opens. It's the owner, I immediately realise.

      He gets upset because we're apparently robbing him. But because this is a shop, I do immediately tell him that we will pay for everything we are taking. But he doesn't care and says he'll call and report us to the police. I make some kind of snide remark (about it being pointless?).

      But then I end up trying to convince him more gently that we didn't mean to cause trouble or distress. He still doesn't care and refutes every single thing I try to say. Eventually he tells us he's 18. I feel some surprise at this, as I thought he looked much older than that (mid 30s/40s), especially since he had a son with him. But suddenly I understand why he'd been refuting everything; I remember and have a feeling of how I was at that age.

      Eventually, we leave through the back of the house I think. I've forgotten whatever else had happened in the conversation, unfortunately.

      Fragment:


      Not sure where exactly, in a flat area in a town. Surfaced or paved. Meeting up with some kids, they tell me how they defeated a legion of monsters, or orcs? Something about the kids didn't feel human, exactly, but I'm not sure why or how.



      Notes:

      - I think H was mostly passive in the first dream.