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(night of) 14-12-20

1) (from 3:24-3:46) Dream Fragment - setting up Christmas tree lights, but using for something else

3) (from 5:49 to 6:06) Dream fragment - looking after a friend's niece for the day

School in a temple?

2) (from 7:31 - 7:42) I'm sitting in a classroom, looks like a classroom I attended when I went to school. The teacher, a young looking lady, is way up the front while I am sitting near the back. There is talk and chatter in the classroom that she has a student's white sweater. I'm not even sure if the teacher knows she has it - but I can see it draped over the back of her chair. I lean over to the student in front (it Gemma, a girl I went to school with) and joke with her about maybe everyone can make a big fuss about the teacher stealing the sweater? Gemma does not reply, instead she is staring forward. I sit back down and realize everyone is quiet and listening to the teacher. The teacher is writing some things down in English on the blackboard, I copy it down into my book. THis is not that difficult, I can do this... What am I writing? I don't understand it, not in any kind of context. But it doesn't matter, I just need to copy. I think?

We stop to take a break, I walk out of the classroom and into what looks like the interior or a church or a temple. The huge tall walls are made of blocks of sand stone, with giant windows that reach the high ceiling. I see kids running close to the edge, and I get scared that that they will fall - but forget there are windows. Outside the waves of the sea crash against the large windows. Across I see an even higher tower/temple, perched on a mountain top, I wonder who is living there? and how do they get to the temple? I notice there is a kind of pattern on each window, like stain glass, moons on one, stars on another - but then realize these are actually forms that are moving over the window rather than painted on.
I see a bar area and go to the far side of the temple, where it is a little darker, and find a table. I see my teacher, a pretty lady with dark hair, she is chatting to some colleagues. I sit down at the table and feel this would be a good time to ask her about the sweater...

I've had some longer dreams the past 3 nights which feels good. They always leave me with some kind of impression when I wake up.

I'm in a big tent and there is a lot of snow and some wet spots inside the tent. There are a lot of grown up men with sacks in there that are about to sleep and me included. I tell them that if it is going to get any worse I'm going to walk back in the night. Some of them say that we shouldn't do that. I tell them that we should sleep closer together not to waste any warmth. Everyone thinks it is a good idea. We pack together and it doesn't feel as cold anymore.

I'm sitting in a car with my cousins. William and Sara are there. Everyone is holding small crabs that are important for something. William cracks open the shell of a crab and loses it. I tell him that we need the shells and I try to find it under the seats. New fragment. We arrive at some kind of big house where a woman stands in front of. She has some kind of drone and Therese has hired her collection so that we can play with all her drones. She flies with one of her drones on the ground to me. I walk in to the house and spot a white cat sitting on an empty shelf. It looks like our cat but older and not as well kept. I pet it and it really enjoys it.

The inhabitants of a large intricate mansion are fleeing a malicious being. I notice him from an indoor balcony and feel that I am his primary target, although he is slowly stalking a terrified lady. Feeling scared, I instinctively levitate as high as I can, as fast I as can, ignoring any ceiling that might have been. I see the town quickly fade below me and space pass by me. As I rise towards safety, I also unintentionally grow larger proportionally with my altitude. It all happens so fast, I quickly have the size of the whole galaxy and feel that I have become the universe. I feel the weird dizziness through my whole body that reminds me of dream death experiences or WILD attempts. Surprisingly, the shock of the sensation does not wake me up. But, I worry that I don't know how to be a galaxy and fear that I might destroy the balance of the solar systems within me. I focus on positivity, trying to maintain the cohesiveness of all of space.

I am human again, back in the town. There are working men talking, about me, I feel, but they are leaving me be for now, busy getting organized around the street intersection. Realizing the perceived threat might only be imagined by my drunk dream mind, I position myself unnaturally close to them to demonstrate to myself the absence of danger and their complete disregard for me. Like for the previous malicious being, it is me who invents their negativity toward myself, because otherwise, none of these entities have shown evidence of noticing me.

I wake up to find out it's been exactly 5 minutes since my last alarm I snoozed.

12/14/20

I am riding a bike w Matt stone through thick fog. There are two bike lanes on either side of a road/runway we are riding down. There are thick trees lining both sides, perhaps pines. The fog is thick and I can only see ~fifty feet ahead. I gather we are on the border of North Korea. We have permission to ride here but are told to stay on the right side. Matt stone rides on the left path defiantly. As we come up a hill he jumps over to the left quickly in case anyone is just beyond the hill and sees us.
As we continue down the road we ride through several abandoned stations. Like gas stations that seem run down and emptied.

We come across an abandoned air force base. There is broken glass and spray paint everywhere it feels like it has been well traveled. We ride our bikes through the center of the building and through doorways looking at the different rooms. One of the rooms looks like a commissary or small cafe. We stop and begin to walk around checking out the closets and find a stairway.

The stairs go several stories underground. Matt stone becomes my friend B. Walking through the basement it feels like a fallout shelter that is still super run down. It feels nuclear in nature. We walk into one of the rooms and there is a very large korean man sitting in a brown folding chair with his back to us. He has on a stretched white wife beater. We casually walk up to him and he isn't really surprised to see us. I gather people come here often as tourists just checking out abandoned places.
B starts talking to him in broken english. He responds with single words but his English sounds good. So I ask him how he is doing. He responds just fine thank you.
B gives me a wtf look because I assumed he could speak good English and he did, B is naturally patronizing.

He explains that this is his job to maintain the station down here in case anything catastrophic occurs. He has a tiny grey computer with a green screen sitting on the floor. It is his only communication with the outside world minus people who stop by occasionally to check out the base. I suddenly remember seeing this place before and especially him. I remember reading a Vice article about this place where he was interviewed and had his picture taken. I tell him I recognize him and I saw pictures of this place before. He abashedly agrees like I am sure he has done many times before to others who had ventured this way. I remember the term for this type of occupancy and Google the words 'Planned reoccupance'? And find studies describing the act of having one person live deep underground to man nuclear codes in case of a worldwide emergency. It seems like a thankless job but free room and board.

We walk around some more checking out the basement, we know we cannot take pictures because we don't have permission from the government and know we will be searched before leaving the country. I make as many mental notes about what I am seeing as possible. There is a stack of different types of missiles that sort of resemble tall gas canisters leaning against each other in a corner. There are short fake windows high up on the walls to emulate natural light. The downstairs feels like a wet basement but it is slightly better kept than the upstairs which has plenty of broken glass and upturned furniture.

When we come back upstairs we are suddenly outside and there is another man there we are now talking to. We describe what we saw and I gather he is another reporter of sorts. He tells us he saw a body down there once and shows us the picture, I gather this is something to do with the base research. He mentions how his picture was in full sunlight so the face was illuminated. While we are talking I see my mentor Doug walking up the stairs coming towards us. He is glad to see us. I am glad to see him as well and move to hug him. He talks about his travels and checking out this place was on his list too. He is surprised we came without him.

I am in a car with my parents. We are driving in Florida and they want to go to the beach. They have a specific place they park when they want to go to the beach which is under some stilt houses that are all joined together. I am amused and ask them if they always park here, they say yes it's always open.

While pulling in there is a younger woman with sunglasses sitting by the entrance who looks like she is working the lot. My dad asks her a question about the beach being open and she gives a snotty college girl look. My mom asks if she is working or not. She says she doesn't work here. But she does mention the beach likely won't be open very long because of the storm that is blowing in from the gulf, (we are on the east coast).

I tell my parents I can check my phone to see what the wind currents are doing. I see that there was just a hurricane here but it was traveling away to the east away from shore, the precipitation is cleared for us but then notice what looks like a front forming on the west coast blanketing across the state towards where we are. I look up and now notice it seems overcast but there are still plenty of people on the beach.

I am in a large white room that seems like a futuristic shopping mall. There is a lady is upset her toddler/child has become a life-sized doll. I understand that the doll is a plant by some malicious force. I also notice it is a bomb and rush everyone else away from the area. She doesn't believe me and stands by herself when it goes off in her arms. It is an energy weapon and she vaporizes on the spot.

I am with Karl Urban as we attempt to move through the mall looking for answers, he is incredibly pissed off and determined.
We are now in a music store. I wear a certain pair of headphones which have orange rims around the ears. Before we leave the owner of the shop offers to give me another pair of headphones free of charge. He puts them on my head and the most amazing classical synth wave music is playing. I am overcome with emotion and cry at the thought of our mission.

I take them off and walk rushedly away leading my crew behind me so they cannot see my tears. It is known to me one of our crew who looks like Dwayne Johnson wants to exterminate the entire planet the enemy lives on. They are a sentient robot race I gather. While venturing through the mall I find myself in a stairwell which seems to have a booth set up with counters on one side, everything is still white. There is a girl there I gather she is an artificial person. She is brunette with dark rimmed glasses and an hourglass figure. I am sitting on the counter with my legs open as she stands between them. We are both nude and I notice she feels my legs rubbing on her sides, she looks at me closely and smiles. We begin kissing. Only I can tell this is her first time and she doesn't quite grasp the concept, but the emotion emanating from her is authentic. There are small bubbles in her mouth that I am wiping off of my mouth. I now understand the artificial people are struggling to understand humanity but they mean us no harm. I must stop my friend from wiping out their whole planet.

He is in a darker all white room with many other people. He is in the process of convincing everyone the validity of taking out the enemy by destroying their planet.
I have recruited a couple of my friends to my cause to stop him. I gather we need to create a makeshift guitar with cardboard and strings we find around the shop. It doesn't sound too good. I tell the guys we need to find a wire like a thin string to get it to sound right. Dwayne doesn't want us to succeed.

He finds a small pair of scissors and attempts to cut our stings to the guitar nulling our plan. I stand up and begin some grand monologue explaining how the artificial people have been misunderstood and they are not our enemy and he wants to destroy their entire planet, it's not right.
There is no way complete genocide is the answer to our problems. We need to communicate with them to find a compromise and learn to live together.
Dwayne is irate with me but just stands by listening to me while I win over the crowd.