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I had a bit problems to get away from my body, I guess, my concentration wasn't great today. But after a few tries I managed.
Once I stood in dark bedroom, I have heard strange buzzing sound... So I followed it to the source. I got to bedroom of my older daughters... And over the second oldest sleeping body I saw something like black filaments, about 5cm wide, and moving a bit. The strange loud buzzing was emanating from them. I put my hands on them and pulled them with a bit difficulty away. The buzzing sound got louder at first and then it ceased... And filaments dissipated and I found myself back in my body.
Immediately I went out of body again and walked back to my daughter bed. There were no filaments anymore. I put my hands on and then into my daughter body, trying to pull her out of body, but I didn't manage that.
So, i went out of house through closed balcony doors(I wasn't able to open those doors, as usually..) I had fallen down from first floor height and walked without thinking about that concentrated on here and now...

1. I am wandering around a dark, indoor mall. I feel very confident as I walk around. I enter a men's restroom and pass a long line of urinals against the wall. It occurs to me I've entered into a military-style latrine. A line of naked men stand against a far wall waiting to use the urinals. Everyone is naked, and I notice I am naked too. All the men are black, and when I pull my out my dick and start pissing I notice I am black too. I piss in my urinal and I piss in my neighbor's urinal as well. My dick is huge and the urine flow coming from it is very strong and forceful, like a pressurized fire hose. I step back and spray the urinals from a distance. I have vitiligo on my big black dick, the same as the guy across from me. He is very muscular and also has vitiligo on his hands and knees.

2. I am in a swamp with a buddy of mine. It soon becomes clear we have trespassed onto a protected government wetland preserve. We continue to trudge through the swamp together. I see a crocodile up ahead; green, slender with lots of long teeth. It heads toward us -- we scamper away and try to get to dry land, running very fast. I have a jacket and a shirt, shotgun and pistol. There is a sign on the barbed-wire fence that says we are in a "nuclear holding ground for trespassers". I frantically toss my jacket up over the razor wire to get away. Recall fades. Dreamt 3/25/17

I'm in some clinic waiting to been by a specialist. The clinic is filled with people. A Chinese guy is making a lecture on musical instruments. As he speaks another Chinese guy stands up and starts playing a violin. As he plays, the lecturer says, "Observe, see. This is the way the violin should be played!" No sound comes from the violin.

I head to the back of the clinic where I am met by two fat, ugly women who work there as phlebotomists. They ask me if there are any diseases in particular I want to be tested for. I take it to mean they are asking about STDs. I tell the ogre-looking women I haven't been with anyone but my wife, so no. I ask they could screen me for pancreatic cancer. I am told no, since "the symptoms arrive too late." Dreamt 3/17/17

Dreams from March 10th and 11th (today).

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10th:

Dream Sequence:

The last dream sequence started out with me playing a female gnome on WoW. Though I had rogue abilities my character's portrait indicated "level 49 warlock" when moused over. The character had a pointy dark purple hat and matching dress.

I used my stealth ability because I was in some distorted version of Tirisfal, mixed with Ashenvale, making me feel an imminent danger of being attacked by other players. I could see trolls riding around on raptors, a few level 60s but otherwise mostly around my own level. I was afraid that this approaching 60 hunter might spot me or become aware of me long enough to then start attacking but somehow, despite the level discrepancy, that didn't happen and I was able to get past him, down a natural slope with a path; as I did this the hunter was entering a dungeon with an entrance like Stratholme's service gate (the back entrance).

Then I saw other horde members, mostly between levels 17 and 29.

There was a river (more like Ashenvale this part), and this low level female orc warlock was swimming in the river, doing some quests by the looks of it. I realised I had a quest here too, to grab some dried up flowers floating in the water. I forget the item names now. Five items of one type, one of another, and some extra item that I already had on me anyway according to the quest log. While writing the initial note for this, my mind sort of suggested that the elf music from Ashenvale was playing, but I don't really remember that in the dream in itself. Probably the effect of a strong associative relationship between the dream's construct and the real memory archetype.

I got out of the water on the other bankside after collecting these items and I made the quest show me where to go. It started to display dashed paths on the parchment style user-interface map that the game has.

The paths it displayed were leading me through another quest first; there was this big, half hewn tree stump, here on this side of the river and inside it there were three sections where I had to speak to some kind of spirits? Doing this would activate something, and then when I was on the way to speak to the third one, I passed by an open area with bright light on it, not inside the tree stump area, but I had to go this way to go around to the third spirit.

In this brightly lit and grassy area, was a massive wooden frame, around a screen of sorts. An image appeared, symbols showing in sequence, once. First, a slightly rounded triangle, then a super simplified four-legged animal? And then, two other more complex symbols I can't describe or remember accurately.

After the symbols, a blonde girl, aged no more than ten or so I'd say, appeared on the screen. She was smiling and spoke to me directly, thanking me for finding her. She asked me a question, about myself, but I don't remember what it was. I do remember an interface popped up with some choices, three primary choices and an extra choice;

- "A sailorial heart."
- (I can't remember the second option.)
- "(Full control.)" :: This was the 'extra' option.
- "Full naval!"

For whatever reason, I felt that none were true to me at that time, except "full control", but I wasn't sure what it meant either.

Then, I could see my character from the girl's perspective; the character was giving the answer, but wasn't a female gnome anymore, but some sort of mix between Wolverine and something more feral.

I woke up soon after this.


11th:

Dream Fragment:

Diablo II. Playing a sorceress, or druid? Playing with H? Remember using the glacial spike spell.

Dream Fragment (part of a sequence continued in the next fragment):

Someone being racist about some fictional game races. Me and some girl investigate rumours and who it could be. We were part of some class on a tour or whatever. Susie from Miss Maizel was our teacher apparently. The girl with me accused Susie of being the racist. I defended her, saying Susie just thinks everyone is equally an ass. In the dream, I remember a dream memory about her giving food and being charitable, and I retell this to the girl.

Something happens, not sure what.

Near the end of my dream, I am aware that I had been wearing shorts; now I was changing into my camo shorts but they have a rip or hole on the front of the right leg, which I didn't realise until putting them on. But I want to change back to the previous ones and then I can't or something.

Dream Fragment (somehow related to previous):

Getting on some kind of cruise boat with H. We were the last two to get on board, even though many more people were still waiting and queued.

H carried on through some corridor. Everything was nicely carpeted and felt cozy I suppose. But then before I followed through, this girl appeared from the same corridor and she was saying she wanted to give up her place on the cruise to someone else, but a crew member (like a flight attendant but not?) stopped her. Apparently the girl was a windows svchost.exe process. I seemed to have some sort of meta-physical view of the dream reality but remember too little.

Then I remember being in our private quarters with H, unpacking or settling in. In the quarters there was some weird dedicated 8 volt and 19 volt power supply, apparently meant for modern turntables and cassette decks. We thought it was odd, and wasteful.

Dream:

With H in a city of some sort. Underground? Looks dirty and rusty. Waiting for this team of people to fit some modular concrete block things, with huge power cables coming out the back. Really heavy-duty looking stuff.

Someone shows up? Or there's a nun, but she's actually a shape-shifter. Turns into a black guy that looks like Zimos or Ruby Rod. He then pulls up two high calibre sawn-off shotguns. He shoots a bunch of people from this team and there's a small panic of sorts. Then more people come down from a ramp on the opposite side from where I was. The shape-shifter pretends to be one of them, but doesn't transform? And then he runs up the ramp to get away. Me and H follow.

H's van is up here, outside. It's night time and fairly dark, but there are street lights. We want to help the shape-shifter escape and grab him, trying to get him in the van. He doesn't want to get in though, and transforms into a white tiger, running off. We follow him closely, to a cake shop. He goes in and morphs into a chef but the other woman following him with the intent of catching him doesn't notice.

We then confront him, stopping him from getting away from us and ask him to come with us, reassuring him about safety.

Then H is no longer H and is a mix of Gibbs, Auron and Riddick, and then I'm not there anymore. There's a cut and I see a scene of telepathic dialogue between the shape-shifter and the other character. The shape-shifter mentions his "fury" and the other character asks the shifter if they know anything about his "Furya".

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No notes, maybe some later.

1. Mr. F___ (a man I worked with at the funeral home) is showing me one of his checks on payday. The actual amount is legible in the dream: $1,502.38. As in IRL he is telling me stories non-stop. He is former military and I can see his discharge DD214 paperwork clearly, and in particular the exact date his service ended: 1 NOV 57 and in the dream I calculate the math to twelve years before I was born (IRL it's thirteen years to the day). As I calculate the math, he tells me a story about how he got in trouble when he was in the Air Force by overstuffing toilet paper in the barracks latrine. When someone tried to flush it the thing backfired and everyone had to evacuate. He laughed jollily as he told me this. While he is laughing I'm thinking about how old he looks. His face is bright red.

2. I am in a pawn shop trying out a red Charvel guitar. The pawn shop employees are all impressed and watching me as I jam out. As it turns out, this pawn shop is on an airplane and we are flying over a gargantuan swimming pool. When we land on the on the other side of the pool I am still holding the guitar and notice the headstock is huge. I consider purchasing it. The pawnshop owner tells me a story of a girl who was thinking of buying a guitar, but in the end decided not to make the purchase. As result she ended up paying even more for the guitar when she later decided to buy it. I listened intently as he tried to persuade me to buy it. In the dream, money was no issue. But, still, I was not 100% sold on getting it.

3. I was listening to the beginning of the Sgt. Pepper Reprise song, where the drum beat comes in after the 1-2-3-4 count off. I remarked to someone in the dream, "Paul McCartney is a genius.." Dreamt 3/16/17

I am with a group of people in a white, antiseptic room which resembles a morgue. We are all funeral professionals and somehow related to each other. We are working with cremation merchandise and there is an older, balding man in charge. We are putting urns in cardboard boxes. The balding guy in charge wants me to "wrap" the urns. I'm not sure what he means by that. I wonder if he wants me to clean the ashes out of them from the inside, but then I realize he just wants me to put them in boxes. He says to "wrap" 18 of them. I leave the room to look for 18 urns.

(Frag) Now I am on a school bus (looking for the urns perhaps?) and I see my niece and her daughter on an escalator. My niece is dressed up very nicely, which is odd because she hardly ever looks nice. He daughter trails behind her. They are going up on the elevator. I can hear her daughter's voice very distinctly, and when she speaks her words are shown as subtitles on a large screen attached to a wall. It is like they are acting in a foreign film. My niece tells her daughter something and her daughter complains, "No mommy, I am old enough..." and my niece, not wanting to fight with her, turns back around and shakes her head. I think she wanted her daughter to stand closer to her on the elevator.

I am now in a school, walking down the hallways, still searching for the urns. I am wearing a baseball cap that makes me feel very confident. I think to myself as I stand tall and walk briskly: "I am adult with authority. I am above all the kids in this school. They are not allowed to wear caps while in this school, but I can!" Dreamt 3/15/17

I am in a posh high-rise penthouse I share with a person who is throwing a party. At this party there are lots of people and stately granite tables and everyone is staying late. I am in another room, trying to fall asleep but can't because of all the commotion. I look out my window and see a woman across the way, in another high-rise. Her window is open. She is laying in her bed and reading. I know her from school. I like to watch her before I close my blinds at night. I feel lonely despite the lively party happening outside my room. I leave my room and go into the kitchen. The person with whom I share the penthouse notices me in the kitchen and begins to wrap the party up. Nobody talks to me. I sit by the fridge and observe everyone leave.

When everyone is gone I go back to my room and look over at the girl again through my window. A man is now in bed with her. I close my blinds and wonder if they noticed me watching them. I go back to my door and open it halfway and peek out into the room beyond it. Some people (my neighbors?) are seated at a table eating dinner. I see the backs of their heads. They are eating in the dark. I feel homesick and forlorn, the way I felt when I moved away from home for the first time when I went to college in Boston. It seems everyone but me has someone to be with and something to do.

The dream disjoints and now I am watching an interview on TV, where a man who looks like Chief Inspector Dreyfuss from The Pink Panther is being asked questions. I watch the entire interview and only at the end recognize him as the man with whom I share the apartment. Apparently he has had a scandalous past as his father is a notorious criminal. My brother then appears who knows him and says his name with disgust. It becomes unclear if my adopted brother is somehow related to this criminal through his own biological father. Dreamt 3/14/17