12/8/20 Walking around outside a Walmart I think, I keep finding folded up money on the ground. Only ones and fives but they are all folded different ways. Some of them aren't even full bills Hanging out with Ninja and a couple of his friends in a room. They are being kind but one of them is still kind of shady so I keep an eye on him. At one point he comes back from upstairs and tells me my dad gave him this pen and hands it to me. I doubt him because the pen is important to me and there is no way my dad gave it to him. I call him out for it and ninja is embarrassed his friend is being shady. Ninjas brother now is being really nice and shows me a bunch of gifts he got for me and my family. They are like Valentine's gift baskets with chocolate and various things in them. It now becomes combined with minecraft somehow and he tells me when I activate a certain point it will build a house for me on top of where we are. I am flabbergasted and very grateful I gather this thing was very important and it's very kind of him to spend so much money on me and my family. Ninja is also surprised. The friend is gone and it's just him and his brother now they are both drinking and rather drunk. Ninja warns me we need to look out for his brother cause he is somewhat suicidal. We're upstairs and his brother is being sloppy drunk and they are goofing around each other. The brother wants to dive down the stairs cause he thinks it will be funny. We both say no and tell him not to cause it is dangerous and he could seriously hurt himself. We get him to stop but he's still being sloppy drunk. We are outside now and the brother is laying down next to ninja, they are laughing about something so we stop laying attention to him for just a minute. He picks up a small firecracker looking object and puts it on his forehead. He says goodbye to us and lights the fuse. It is a thermite flare and immediately burns bright and downward with great heat and turns his head to ash. We are both taken aback and cannot believe this just happened. Ninja is in disbelief and quite emotional. I try to comfort him but am still in shock about the occurrence. I use the little money I have left to buy a tracksuit. Like under armour tops and bottoms. It is cold out so I have a hat and a woven looking balaklava on. I am lining up with tons of other students for a track meet. I am still pretty upset about my friend but feel kind of numb about it, my parents keep trying to comfort me but I act apathetic. Mom tells me she is sorry I had to spend my money on a running outfit. I shrug. We are now lining up with other students who are stretching and getting ready for the meet. I feel like this is my first time running but still feel very capable to perform well. I acknowledge I'm not in the best shape and may not have the endurance but still feel like I may place. I see other people running and competing, I am unsure what event I will be in. I tell someone I've never been in track before (not true IWL) I see a couple kids practicing their baton pass. I decide there's no way I'm running more than 400m without dying. I wake up while talking to my dad who somehow jumped over a chair.
I had a lucid but don't remember it anymore. I went to sleep 1 am and set an alarm 7.45 am and one 9 am. The dream I write down was under the 7.45-9.00 am interval and was very long and genuine with feelings that followed me until I woke up. I'm on a train with three blonde girls sitting in front of me like the last dream. They talk to me about the military enthusiastically. We have been enrolled to the military. We come to a big house with a general that is talking. We walk out and I think to myself that I should not have went to military training. New fragment. I'm in an old house with Peter and William. I have some kind of superpower that lets me heat my fingers up to very high degrees. There are some adjustments on the house that are needed. I heat my fingers up and put them on some parts of the house so they melt. The melted material works as glue so that I can attach some other material on the last one. After some time a hurt myself because it is too warm. I notice that I only burn myself when I melt the material but not when I heat my fingers without putting them on the material. I find this odd. Peter says something. New fragment. I'm in the kitchen at home and there are many people by the table. My family, cousins and aunts and so forth. They all look at me and mom asks if I can use my fast walk. I do small jumps and I'm able to almost teleport a small step each time I do it. They look at me with amazement. After a while it doesn't work but they are still looking at me as if I succeeded. My sister starts to do a beautiful dance when I stop. She moves in a constant speed over the floor and at the same time she spins around herself in a controlled manner with her hands in the air. It looks a lot like a ballerina dance but faster and more energetic. The people by the table says that it is amazing that I got enrolled to the military and that I'm also able to fast walk as if it was a good combination. Notes: I didn't make it to the military because of my allergies. I wonder what this dream symbolises. Three blonde girls about my age is a repeating symbol.
(night of) 7-12-20 Maths Test 1) In a large hall with loads of other people from my class. It's the end of the year and I need to take this exam. The room is light and sunny, feels like it must be warm outside. I'm sitting next to my friend, I'm asking him for some help - but he is getting really annoyed with me. I look at the paper, I don't think I listened at all in class this year because none of this is making any kind of sense, graphs and tables and questions about using another symbol for subtraction. So I just fill it out guessing randomly and then go to hand my paper in. Everyone seems to be finished at the same time and the hall quickly empties of all the students. Another friend - a girl this time, asks me how it went - I tell her how I hadn't had a clue and just randomly filled it out. She tells me how important it is and that I NEED to finish the test properly, and offers to go through with it with me. I ask the 'teacher' who was monitoring the exam - though he's really a soldier or sergeant in uniform, and he tells me I have exactly 2 hours if I want to amend anything. I think about leaving - 2 hours is a long time, is it really that important? I could be outside having fun, though when I REALLY think about it I realize I d probably just goof off for 2 hours. No, I should stay and finish this test. I go to the sergeant and ask him if he has another blank piece of paper so I can write the new answers on, but he shakes his head, tells me no. I may as well give up - this is a sign, everything is against me from completing this.... Then a friendly female solider (who was standing at the back observing) comes to me and hands me a paper. So I sit down with my friend who starts talking me through it all. She puts her pen to the paper but kind of stumbles and the pencil sort scribbles randomly. I focus on the paper, on this doodle, and it's actually this beautiful drawing of a tree. I ask her if she just drew this? confused. She tells me - no, the tree was always on the paper
12/7/20 Kostas the Grecian baker is showing off a pumpkin plant growing on the wall of his bakery, talking about keeping the roots on the wall because it is so beautiful. I think he wants to harvest the blossoms to cook. I agree whole heartily and take some video for him. I am walking down a hallway in a school going to class, all other classes have already begun. No one minds that I am late to the room. I sit down at an open desk with my backpack. Everyone is already going over a test or homework. When I sit down the desk is small and I fall backwards with the desk attached to me doing a roll, everyone kind of laughs but nothing is too disrupted. I realize I am 32 and have been out of school for quite a while. I shout 'hey everyone! This is a dream!' They cheer and start to get up, the teacher looks defeated. I say out loud that this should be obvious because I am older and have been out of highschool for over a decade, so this is definitely a dream. I tell the whole class to pinch their nose and breathe to prove they are dreaming. Some are confused, some do it. I do it together with them and prove that I am on fact dreaming. It's a great feeling. I leave the classroom, there is a group of students standing in the doorway blocking my way. I ask them if this is a door, because it definitely looks like a door. And one by one they move out of my way begrudgingly. The dream destabilizes multiple times in the hallway so I drop to the floor and feel the cool tile with my hands to re-stabilize the dream the hallway comes back into clarity and I begin walking again. This happens several times in the dream I always drop down and feel the ground or rub my hands as I feel the dream start to collapse and with some focus it rematerializes around me. While outside I fly around with ease, not as much effort as I remember it taking. I have a sort of iron man pose. The school is now a 1800's military academy and I see rows of students/soldiers carrying bayonets. They are scared of me, one of them throws their bayonet and almost hits me as I fly over. I fly higher into the air and over the pond. It's an old campus with a large pond in the middle and many older trees like southern live oaks. The dream starts to crash again so I land and feel the grass through my fingers,I pay attention to the sounds of the water and the street nearby. The scene comes back but the soldiers are gone. There are creatures now moving faster than vision almost. I reach out my hands and control one that has gone by me and is almost on the other side of the water. I intend to control its movement and wind it back like a toy. I see it's movement slow. It is like an animated toyish looking trex that belongs on a playground spring but it is moving around very fast, it moves backwards and forwards and I am content with my control so I let it go. I tell someone close to me that I am dreaming and they tell me to come with them, we all get in a car and they tell me I have to meet Theodore Roosevelt, they tell me that I'm gonna love Teddy. He is showing me his collection of cars, one of them looks like a pre-model T but it's combined with a wooden boat. Without saying anything I help him take it down off a rack and fold the wheels down to drive. I complement the antiquity of the collection and tell him the oldest one is my favorite, Teddy is much more informal than I am expecting as he is wearing swim shorts and a safari hard hat. His mustache is large and pointy. We go into an army bunker with other officers and the dream starts to collapse again. I drop down and feel the cool floor, then the windowsill and start to take in all the details and senses. The dream comes back but the men are gone. There is a redhead now who looks similar to Lucile ball. She is sitting on the edge of a desk in an all khaki military dress. She is pleased to meet me, I ask if it's really her and she nods. I am so pleased to see her again. I wrap my arms around her lower half and just embrace her. I tell someone else in the room that this is the Prime Matriarch. She is my guide, I have been looking for her for literally months. It is an immense relief to be finally close to her so I just breathe it in for a few minutes. There are several props and maps around the room she begins trying to show me things while explaining, I don't grasp the meaning of anything she says but the warmth of her presence is comforting. The dream destabilizes again and I rub my hands together quickly and feel the walls of the barracks. I hear talking and can feel sensations of the walls but my vision hasn't returned yet. I imagine where I just was and intend to step back into the barracks. I am now with a couple old friends in their apartment. They show me a collectable figurine they have from one of the Batman cartoons. He undoes the box in a meticulous way to show me the figure inside and puts it all back before going into the other room. The box falls forward and I grab it to put back on the shelf. Everything has become shifted in the box and I attempt to put it right. But nothing fits the way it was. I try to fold the box back up the correct way and am unsuccessful, I know they will be displeased that I messed up their collectable. They are leaving to go get ice cream across the street I tell them to wait for me while I struggle with the box I finally give up and admit defeat, I have the thought that they will think I was trying to play with the toy rather than admire the collectable. They go ahead of me to the ice cream place anyway. I am now in a 50's style diner, it's packed with classmates and people I used to know, they are all at different tables having their own conversations. I gather that I am still dreaming but don't intend to change anything. I see the girl with blue hair and I tug on it as I walk by her but don't say anything. She follows me around so I talk to her in passing, then a girl I used to date runs up to me like an excited puppy and tries to derail my attention. It works and I give her the drink I have in my hand. The dream starts to crash so I drop to the floor again to re-stabilize. The diner disappears, I am now in a highrise corner new york flat with large windows looking out to the night time city and only one other guy in it. He looks identical to Mark Sheppard. I tell him that I am dreaming and he agrees with me, I go through several periods of almost waking up but always come back into this room. Maybe 4 or 5 times. He is impressed but attempts to get my name. When he speaks details it is gibberish and the same with me, so he tries to write it down. They look like wingdings combined with korean characters. I describe very clearly what I see. He tells me he wrote his name. But I cannot read it. He is very amused that we can have normal conversation but certain details seem to be 'edited' in real time from us. He tells me to find him when I wake up. I write my name down in permanent marker but he tells me it just looks like random gibberish to him. We are both amused that we can't seem to share each other's name. I do manage to piece it together one of the times I phase back into his apartment after partially destabilizing. He says his name is Marc Bilit. I need to find him when I wake up. He is also surprised when I come back into the room. Apparently when I destabilize I just disappear from right in front of him, and when I come back I just pop back into existence. He is very tickled by this occurrence. Marc Bilit. Remember Marc Bilit it's very important that I find him when I wake up. We are working to understand cross communication between dreams.
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