It's been a looooong time since I've posted, but I wanna get back into it. So here's a dream I had last night. I dreamt I was in the car with my parents on the freeway, and we were travelling somewhere. My parents pulled off on an exit and we went into a parking lot on the side of a mountain. My dad told me that I would like this place, but I didn't really know where we even were. It was just a foresty mountainside. So me and my parents began to walk around. There's a bit of a blur between events, but eventually we began taking part in some sort of race at wherever we were. The race began on a very large street, and the path was marked by colorful strips on the road. My dad and I began following the path, and it seemed to go on for a really long time. For some reason my dad was now in a wheelchair, which I just don't understand, but dreams will dream. So we chugged along for awhile, but eventually my dad said he was tired and didn't wanna continue. So I left my dad behind and went my own way. Eventually the path started to deviate from the road and started going into neighborhoods. I followed one and got lost near some suburban homes. I found one tan house and entered, hoping I could find the path again. After looking down from the house's balcony I found the path marker again and started following it. I found my friend Calvin along the way, and we worked together to keep finding the path as it became more and more complex. Soon we entered a white ranch home and I walked in first. I saw our other friend Jack, who ran over and tackled Calvin. While they were distracted I went ahead outside to continue the race. The path went over a pool now, which seemed odd. As I went over to it I noticed there were challenges you had to complete in order to actually continue the race, and this is where it gets weird. One of the challenges was making nacho cheese underwater. My friends came outside, as well as a couple other friends now. We were all quite taken back by this challenge; none of us knew how to go about it. However, I woke up soon after.
There is a secret room with a code on it. There is a girl that says to me that I have to go in. There is a four digit code and she opens it. There is a big boy around 17 years old and he copies the code without my persmission. He wrote down 1 4 9 9 vertically on a paper. Notes: I remembered much more when I woke up in the night but didn't want to write it down and see how much I remembered when I woke up if I really focused on remembering the dream. I'm in a big room with stoves and a lot of monotonic black drawers. I was just hired to work here and they are giving me instructions. The one showing me around feels like Julia. She says that I need a name tag and learn how to fix different things. She shows me my own fridge that I have private access to. There is a hamburger and she tells me to always put the sauce on lastly. I say that it makes sense because otherwise it will become soggy. I look on the hamburger and there are two cucumber slices and a very bad looking tomato slice. I see a big bag in a trash can and think that I accidentaly put it there so I take it out and put it on a big shelf. There is a big fridge with strawberries in it. I ask the main boss if I should take four strawberries and put them in my fridge. She says that I need 11 and that I need to slice them first. The one guiding me earlier says to the big boss that it is not necessary to cut them anymore and the big boss says "okey, so they changed that". We walk to the right and there are many workers that are frying Singoalla biscuits directly on the stoves. I wonder to myself how the boss can let these workers do things like this. I think to myself that they probably aren't good tasting but that I understand how someone could like it. I see how the biscuits get golden brown and how the cream inside melts just a little bit and it looks much more appetizing now. There is a big chocolate muffin that is soaked with butter and looks very good. The boss inspects the muffin and says to the workers "This is why you should have become a film crew instead!". Notes: I work at Subway and this is really how I think of them. They change how things are all the times and because I only work on the summers there are a lot of changes that I have to learn each time. I recently got a mail that I have to do two hours of online courses because we have to re learn some new things. My co-workers at Subway usually do random food combos that isn't good. Some people took white bread and dipped it in a cola drink and ate it for example.
#542 DILD 9PM I'm not putting this on my count but it's interesting and worth posting. Fuck it. A lucid is a lucid. I am feeling lost in a large building. Reminds me of some large church I visited in the past and so that's what I think it is. The rooms are really dark and I feel like I may have drank too much. The more I worry about it the more drunk I feel. I think I really just need to get out of here and go home. Then something about how unstable the dream is and the way the rooms just keep turning into large a maze-like labyrinth triggers lucidity. I start laughing out loud. Party because of relief and partly because I am mildly lucid. Now I am laughing while laying in bed. I wonder if my wife can hear me but I also feel like maybe I am still dreaming. I am not sure so I laugh out loud some more. I note how odd it sounds and start to realize but I am suddenly awake. I lay there for a bit to try DEILD but I start to get excited thinking about it and wake up. I was shocked to realize I had only been in bed for 30min!
I think I am at work. Zoe is also here, and I think we are in a large Sani Hut. I think I entered it and then it somehow grew in size to more like that of a large room. It may or may not retain some characteristics of the Sani Hut. It also seems tall, possibly with a mezzanine-esque secondary level. I notice a computer monitor playing security footage. The footage is of me, somewhat zoomed in and following me, in real time. Zoe is currently controlling it. I don’t know if she’s aware that I can see it or cares if she does know. I think I have done something wrong?
I am at work (it looks similar to work, but different, sort of more narrow). Lauren is here; I think we are walking around and talking. At some point I notice I am only wearing boxers. They are grey and rumpled, outlining my penis. It feels so nonchalant that I wonder if this is really in the dress code. I think I then put on swim trunks.
There is a fire nearby. I think I am parking at work (the area actually looks familiar) and can see the flames and smoke in the dark sky. I think it is along N. Virginia Street, and I am somewhat fearful that it could work its way over here fairly easily. At one point I was with Mom and said something about how bad this year has been. She agrees, and we both sound on the verge of tears. Now I am inside work, and it seems like we’re opening up (even though it seems like night). I’m opening a door and putting out a sign. Someone nicely tells me I’ve done something wrong? I can see the flames and smoke from here.
I am in a house with Brittney and Melissa. This house seems large. I am in or by a bed with Melissa and another, unfamiliar girl. They are both asleep. I know it’s only 6 or 6:30 pm, which irritates me. I get up and go find Brittney in another bedroom. I tell her about how this irritates me. This room is large and long. There is a step down after the bed and a sunken tub and fire pit before a sliding glass door. I walk over there and at first think the fire pit is another tub because it is sunken and empty. There are kids’ shoes outside the door, and it looks like a familial backyard.
I am somewhere that seems to be near Frenchmans. There’s an older, small, wooden building here that I think is a bookstore. I must be working here. An older man comes in, looking for something specific. I don’t think we find it. I retreat into a small office, but he follows. There’s a framed something on the wall and he gets excited at seeing it. I think it’s what he’s looking for because he tries to take it out of the frame. I try to tell him he can’t do that or even be in here. He gives up and leaves. I’m outside now (it definitely looks like Chilcoot) and an older man is asking me “where’s Frenchmans?” “The lake?” I ask. He says yes. I tell him to go right on this road in front of this building and then right on another road. He nods and thanks me, but another older guy with a large, white beard interjects “that’s wrong.” This angers me because I’m certain my directions are right. The directions he offers don’t make any sense. I’m not sure if he’ll listen to me or this other guy. I’m in some apartment? I think it is late at night or early the next morning when Melissa shows up. I know she’s been out somewhere with Carlos and I think Kestlie. There’s something about Kestlie calling out but changing her story from something about family to something about not being able to get home. Carlos is here and I assume he’s called out too.
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