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Uptick in recall with a bit more sleep, finally. Fragmented still, but a lot more content with more details recalled

(earlier)
+ large open dining area, we're at reserved tables, a new incoming group heads towards a large table in the corner, I think this might be our table, too

+ starting to climb up a tall stairwell, there's a guy there who's gathered a lot of large, empty, plastic, orange watering cans at the bottom, I decide to help him out by hauling a bunch of them up with me

+ walking through an orchestra (rehearsal?) strings section, they're all playing synchronized pizzicato

+ (underground parking area with rooms?)

(later)

+ in old adult PTL home living room, see (young son?) outside throwing a rock at a passing car, see the rock bounce off the passenger front window, think about the possibility of throwing more rocks through the space between parked cars, (I'm naked?) late wife and kids appear on the lawn outside (party?), I move to close the curtains (again) for privacy

+ [vivid] in home in quiet area of foreign country [England?] with woman owner, I say "it's such a quiet area here," I'm wandering through the rooms looking closely at decoration and things on wall, like pictures, think I have a lot in common with the owner, I see pictures of orchestral string instruments, I think I'm a musician, too, now she's a man, who specializes in "pronouns," [selection of them?] I try reading one of his worksheets, hand-written in pencil on white paper, despite seeing words on paper I can't make sense of them or of where th pronoun selection comes into it.

+ walking outdoors (naked?) towards a large multi-story building (heading home?), see a woman in the distance walking a parallel path, get up to tall building/barrier, look up and see the various levels including an open terrace roof where I think people spend a lot of time, imagine heading up to the 2nd/3rd level on the elevator and think the people there will be surprised to see us. The buildings here are all tall.

+ avoiding young, very well-dressed [fancy suits] security, who are guarding stairwells and elevators in a building complex, I'm bringing a large cup [movie-sized] of popcorn [all food is forbidden here] in with me, and turning to shield view of it with my body as I walk among them and rush for the stairs

+ [something about white vs. dark meat on chicken, it's actually colored red]

I’m at work when a taller blonde man comes up to the counter. I think he is trying to check out, but is being deceptive about something in an attempt to steal it? I see through what he is doing and say I’ll need to see the items, or something similar. He then gets defensive and starts walking out. I start following him. Now, there is something about a girl with a ton of books outside, and me taking one of them. There are so many that I think there’s no way she’ll have them inventoried or know which I’ve taken, but apparently she does, and becomes aggressive. I have to run from her (it seems like we’re in a large, old school or castle). Her books are out here in an open area or courtyard in bankers boxes. It takes up probably 40 x 40 feet, with stacks 2-3 boxes high. Looking at the random seeming assortment of books in one of the boxes, I can’t believe that she really knows what’s here. There are also chain stanchions around the area. It seems dark out.

Something about a Dead and Company convert. I am looking at the setlist, that has not yet been performed, as if I have the ability to revise it. The encore is One More Saturday Night and even though it is a Saturday I want to change it to Black Muddy River. There’s also a section mid second set that I want to be Help on the Way and Slipknot into The Eleven. I write this down as HOTW>Slipknot>11.

I am going to have a baby. I know it’s going to be today and soon. Out on a pier, I lower my shorts to just below my butt, in preparation. Then I just take them all the way off, nude from the waist down, sure it’s common in this situation. I then involuntarily fart and some feces comes out. I’m immediately embarrassed, but then sure it’s also natural in this situation. I turn to lay on my stomach, preparing for the child to come from my rear end, but it never happens. A man comes by and runs the handle of a spoon between my buttocks. This is supposed to be calming or to spur the process, but I don’t notice any effect. I leave, and now I’m with Melissa and I think Brooke in a little bar or coffee shop. They each order a drink, and I ask which decaf teas they have, not wanting to have caffeine while I’m so close to giving birth. He lists quite a few flavors. I ask and then take his recommendation, a purple tea. I ask for it iced, but it comes out blended and in a Human Bean cup, and ¾ full. It looks like Melissa and Brooke got cups from other places also. The drink is pretty tasty, sort of subtly fruity and like a match. We bring these to a new bar, a simple bar counter with maybe a dozen rows of theater seats in front of it. It is very empty here, but we do see Ricky. I think I ask for a Black Russian but don’t ever get one. Melissa and I start talking about how we should take tomorrow off as we’re each scheduled to work and it’s going to be our first day being parents. I’m also thinking that we’re going to need more time than just that and start to wonder if this was planned or not. Either way, I am filled with joy thinking about it. Now a truck backs up to the side of this place. The back is empty save for a single newborn child. I’m thinking that this must be ours just due to the odds of someone else here having a child today, but looking at the child I think there’s no way that it can be, as it doesn’t look like us. Then, another child appears (I’m not sure where the other went) and it’s immediately apparent that it’s ours. He is a very cute and happy boy in just a diaper. He has a cowlick just like me, and I see both of us in him, as well as how I looked like as a child. We pick him up and Mom is here too. She picks him up and he is now so small that he crawls in her palm. She gently pets him. I’m now talking with Melissa about names, as we haven’t yet picked on (*I think this part may have been earlier in the dream). I ask if we know the gender and she confidently says it’s a girl. I ask how she knows and apparently she found out but never told me. She says she wants the name to start with a ‘B’ for some specific reason. I specify a preference for the name Cassandra, though I don’t think Melissa is fond of it. Now, the kid is lined up with some others and its name is about to be revealed. It is Cassandra. They also say some middle name and either mine or her last name. I know Melissa picked the name without collaborating with me, but also that she didn’t like that name.

Very late bed-time, after midnight, this always results in low recall, no exception today, just a few fragments

+ walking along a side walk, lots of people around. There are spots to the right (away from the street) where people are lying and (sunbathing?). It's like a resort. It's a narrow strip (colored dark green?) where only two people can lie abreast. I'm thinking about how the people will pack themselves into this area, and whether they'll all fit? There's a man with me and we're discussing / thinking about the cooking of the ground meat (visible in a large frying pan in front of us), he's asking me my opinion on whether we'd rather do the selection and cooking of the meat ourselves, and I agree that we should. He tells the (waiter? cook?) this, who seems hesitant about it but agrees.

[I think there was a lot more but it slipped away]

+ [just before waking], scene in a large public building location (library?) with tables, there's a guy (politician?) speaking about something, some political question with consequences, advising some course of action.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

A dream inspired by Loki the TV series. First I am just watching some scene with Loki. There are two of them, the main one and another who could be his younger brother and they are disagreeing on how to proceed about something and they almost fight. But then the younger one recognizes that he made some judgement mistake and turns around completely. As they follow the main Loki plan, I watch it unfold, Then I also have a mission in which I have to go with a colleague to the 50's, looking for an anomaly in the timeline. We enter a bookshop and I immediately spot a book on the display that does not seems to fit the time. It is a used book, illustrated, very damaged. I check it and it contains short stories with concepts way advanced for this time and even historical references that don't belong here. As I read it, a couple with kids comes in and I try to not interact with them, but straight away they get curious about the book I am reading. I try to deflect their attention, but they insist, so I kinda explain what it is while skipping the most problematic stuff and I say I am buying it, to see if they lose interest. And then the couple starts fighting or something over one of their girls running away. They ask for our help, They say she is a problem, lives in her own world. Ask me if I wanna take her. I find that odd. But then I meet her. I find her at a nearby beach, on a ruin in the sand. There is some kind of broken metal tower and she is sitting in a hollow space near the top. She has a small device in her hands, like a handmade radio and explains to me she uses it to capture the signal that comes from the moon. That signal is ours. She says there is a whole reality people don't know about and this transmission is proof and she wants to decode it. I understand we actually have to take her. She belongs with us.

+ I arrive at band practice in a middle-school band. I hear their players who play my instrument, and they're not very good, poor tone. I'm confident that I'll really surprise them with my playing ability. But I'm missing the part on which I blow. They present me with several new variants. They're odd-sized (too large) I notice. Other people's versions of these are usually not ready to play i know. I try them though, and find them very responsive, and say they'll do.

I'm playing some melancholy, minor-key tune to accompany a portion of the dream.

They say I'm going to need to play "the first movement of the Mozart." This is not an issue for me, I know it well. I imagine the tune in my head.

I remember being out in the parking lot of some place with my mom's boyfriend's car. I had to go and get something and when I returned a shorter mexican person told me it was being impounded again. I freaked out and started crying profusely, thinking about what my mom or her boyfriend would say considering in the dream we had just gotten the car out. He said I could make an appeal to get it sooner and until then there was a guy who drove a truck who I could call to get to school beforehand. That person came in and it turned out to be an acquaintance from sophomore year of high school. They said "hi Madison", and then left.

+ driving in traffic on freeway, weaving back and forth between lanes, it's stopped, starts up again, I see why, there's a huge pile of dirt in right in the middle of the lane. I swerve quickly around it, using turn signals (I think it's silly to use them so quickly), I take an exit (left side!) and realize I've taken the exit too soon. I'm going to have to turn to the right and hope I can make it to the place I originally intended to go.

+ (continuation?) I'm at a stop light on a road, I'm on a (bicycle?) There's a girl here (following me?) and we go to a (hotel?) room. (I'm abducting her?) We're talking, I'm asking her questions, she's answering in English which surprises me, I say "It's really convenient that you can speak English!" I take pictures of her and I notice that there's a camera in the room, I think this is concerning but imagine they couldn't be spying on the guests. Then the girl takes the camera and starts taking pictures of me, I am really not so good with this and tell her "these pictures will be just between us, right?" I get a bit dominant-feeling and lie on top of her (we're clothed) and give her a light kiss on the lips, she's receptive, I'm starting to think this could be a very "interesting" situation here.

We're at a table? in a restaurant? with other people. I say "I don't post pictures of myself on the internet" thinking again about the pictures we took together. I realize that all this time with her, I never have fixed the flat tire on my bicycle, and I tell her this.

Created Thursday 12 August 2021

If I dreamed like this every day, I'd be the happiest guy on Earth.

Spoiler for Lots of text:

Scrap Group 1
Attack on Titan dream. Something about some Scout Corps recruits screwing up badly. It would've caused a complete operational failure, had not their superiors picked up their slack.

In an unknown, dimly lit apartment suite, the space only one big room (no partitions or inner walls and such).My bro Gusman was around. I start rambling on about random things, including Sonic. In my half-sleepy daze, I start throwing trinkets into a fireplace.

Dream 1 - Cooky Hero Castle

Scene 1 - Big Banquet, Big Hostess
The visuals were quite blurred. FA in bed. Feeling dazed, I once again start muttering about random things. It's then that Gusman (who happened to be there) interrupts with some gripes. He complains that not only did I talk in my sleep, but that I act out my dreams IRL. In fact, he notes that I do such regularly. I don't help matters by getting up to wrestle with him awkwardly, against his wishes.

Steadily, as I stave off my half-asleep delirium, I have some feelings this isn't real. I start becoming aware, when suddenly, a gigantic finger stamps down nearby. Yup, definitely a dream. Waving Gusman goodbye, I cling on the massive digit, whereupon I get pulled up into a void.

When I come to, I'm face-to-face with a gigantic, bespectacled light skinned woman in her late 30's, long black hair tied in a simple tail, and dressed in a fancy blue ball gown. For some time, we only stare at each other in mutual bewilderment.

"Oh, uh... am I interrupting something?", I ask nervously. I glance down at a fancy huge banquet table, banquet spread included.

The giantess takes a moment to respond. "Um... I suppose I can have you for dinner...", she mutters to herself.

I'm then gently lowered on to the table, set between a cup of tea, and a bowl of soup. Near the bowl, I notice other human-sized figures meandering around. Guessed they too were guests. But, I pondered our hostesses word choice. Maybe we weren't guests after all? This might not end well...

Warp.

Scene 2 - Garuda and the Game Show Hero Castle
The visuals were a bit blurred., though it improves over time. I was in an unknown kitchen. Some confused thoughts almost made me lose awareness, but I regained composure quickly.

Some bossy little girl stamps towards me. She demands I clean this thing, fetch that, and do other menial stuff for her. Ignoring her yacking, I think to either return to the previous scene, or complete a task. I pursuit the latter.

Calling to the dream, I ask to be taken to Superhero HQ. Just then, a figure from above seizes me by my arms. I looked up, and see a bulked-up luchador in blue spandex and boots. His mask, likewise blue, was that of a hawk.

"Who're you?", I asked.

"Garuda.", he responds, his voice deeper than even his size would indicate. It's then I noticed that not only could he move his "mask's" mouth, but that he also possessed great wings under his arms. Seems he wasn't wearing a mask after all...

Before I could say anything, the bird-man begins dragging me out of the area. Below me, that little girl clings on to me defiantly, adamant that I finish her chores. I simply wave her off, as Garuda launches us off into a grey void. I almost lost hold of the dream, but imagining a grey sky fixed that.

"So...", I continue from before. "Are we heading to Superhero HQ?"

"That's right. We'll arrive shortly."

True to word, the shadow of a vast structure looming over a seaside cliff draws near. On closer look, I find it was am 18th century German castle, like something out of a Disney movie. The clouds disperse dramatically, revealing a violet dusk sky. Soon, I'm dropped off at the front steps, double doors ahead.

"The rest is up to you.", Garuda says. "Good luck." With a nod, the eagle man flies out of view.

Sighing nervously, I swing open the doors, and enter inside. Rather than an aristocratic place, I find myself in the lobby of a fancy office building. There wasn't anyone around, not even at the reception desk. So, I let myself into a door behind said reception area. This lead me into an office room. Only, some large, velvet colored vinyl partitions covered much of the space. Behind that, I could more-or-less see a figure seated behind a mahogany desk. This was a middle aged black lady with red lipstick. She was dressed in a blue power suit, and her hair was puffed in a Thatcher-esque cut.

"Er... is this where I take the initiation test?", I ask uncertainly.

The woman gives an unimpressed nod. "Here's the deal. If you can make it behind here without using powers, breaking these panels, or pulling them out of place, you'll be part of our organization."

I had a bunch of questions. But, the woman's disapproving stare, even behind those covers, convinced me that I had to finish quick. So, I hurry out another exit to the left of me.

Now, I found myself in a dimly lit vast space, a series of steel ramps and walkways winding chaotically all over the place. This made things seem more like a game show challenge or somesuch. Almost fittingly, a jazz arranged version of the Super Mario Bros overworld sounds in the background. I go up a ramp, which lead to a bridge high up, which itself twists into a spiral slide. I was take to a fork, the choice another upward ramp, or a narrow slide into dark depths. I take the latter. The deeper I went, the more I lost sight of my surroundings. I wondered how someone with a big belly could've squeeze through this part of the structure, and whether it was safe to have such a thing. Of course, I waved off such illusory concerns.

For a moment, it felt as if the ride stopped. But, only at the last second did I realize I was pulled into a sheer drop. My gut wrenched as a fell. Quite intense, but also fun after the fact. Such repeated a few times. Eventually, the path illuminates in purple light. I find myself staring at a grand aquarium.5 Huge, scaleless fish winded in the amethyst waters between towers of orange-white patterned coral. I would've enjoyed this sight for much longer, though I couldn't stop myself from sliding even deeper.

Once again, it was pitch blackness. I felt myself losing grasp of the dream. After a few more steep drops, I'm slid into a supine position. Soon, I find myself wide awake.

We were at the park in my trailer park. My mom was taking care of baby ducks and her boyfriend convinced me and her to get into a cardboard airplane and fly around. That didn't last long, though, because my mom had to get back to tending to the ducks and her boyfriend had to disappear somewhere else, so I decided after being freaked out, I would be the one controlling the plane. I flew a dosen feet over the trailer park and blasted a song from kill 'em all by metallica. Eventually I started to lose control a bit so I had to go back down. My mom was at the park telling someone why she had these ducks. She said something like "I started a chicken coup because I felt bad about accidentally starting a military coup"

+ body on wheelbarrow lifted up on top of car and dropped off the back, it breaks into pieces (bloody legs, etc) and I think what a mess, why'd they do that?

+ climbing up on to the (our)? bed at the top of a super tall tower of bunk beds. It is made neatly, twin sized, blue blanket/bed coverings, long way down, some woman is arranging something, I'm wondering about things falling down the sides?

+ [last dream] preparing for an army bootcamp/travel, packing a backpack, find a pile of orders/prescriptions (I see the writing on them), I'm wondering about packing warm clothing -- a heavy sweater (which I'm wearing). Room for all this stuff? I should be prepared in case of frozen weather, I'd rather have redundant warm stuff and not need it than need it and not have it, we'll be miles away from civilization.

I return to my room and all my stuff has been cleaned up. Panic at first, then I see the stack of prescriptions/orders on a small night table. It's late, when am I going to get those prescriptions filled, we're taking off in the morning.

In a high place, looking down on some musical performance? It finishes up, I say "everything was good/it's all ok", but a somber dangerous-looking man standing near me turns away, I know he was very critical of the performance, I notice with a close-up view of his face that he has a horizontal deep gash (not bleeding) about a 1/4 inch deep and about 1.5 inches long on his right cheek-bone area.

I move down some walk-way towards a pharmacy, I check the hours on a sign, it's open until 00:30 I think. I'll be able to fill my prescriptions without having to wait until morning when we're leaving and when it may be too late. There are lots of people at the counter, I see through the glass doors. A clerk is saying, I'm sorry, we're all out of <the musical instrument which I play> for rent, you'll have to check back in 5 days.

Moving further down the walk-way there is a little segment about some video game? There is a narration from a girl about how she is not going to be joining any quests except for <something>. Across the way on the other side I see a sort of video game display (but it's "real" not a screen) showing a person surrounded by a lines of blue sparks, this is a sort of shielding spell, and the writing indicates that this spell is (either the result of of a requirement of ) a particular quest, for which (you need a group of players to complete)?

I'm flying over town half lucid. I see Elina and wonder why it's always my family I meet in my dreams. This thought triggers it so that a friend of Elina appears next to her and I interact with her instead. She is blonde and tall with a face of someone who takes a lot of energy. We walk down to my house and go to the guest room downstairs. We cuddle and an enchanting atmosphere is there. She is not very interested in me but I am happy. An old evil man enters and I escape by flying through the window. I ask her if we can meet up somewhere else and she agrees. I fly to a building and meet up with her later on in a different house. I don't want to break the window and walk in through the door instead.

I was messing with a really advanced 3D art program from 1994. It creates realistic clay sculptures out of sketches/outlines.

Afterwards, I was talking to grandma about her death. I asked her if she knew she had dementia and there was a really long pause. A photo of me from when I was younger changed progressively after I asked this question from youthful happiness to surprise/fear. I was heading to the parking lot and talking to my mom about a photo of me from a timeline where I didn't transition afterwards, and I look like an out of proportion, uglier version of anthony green.

Afterwards, we were on a car ride to my therapist's office that lasted quite a while. Once I got there, I saw a variety of staff, including the manager from work most people don't like. Her and a few other people were instructing a class full of people from different dimensions where certain countries were the world superpower. I was the US, there was a gay kid from the Canada universe, etc. The Canadian kid, who looked between the ages of 14 and 36, really showed an interest in me, as he kept talking to me. He was trying to tell me something but I cut him off with a firm and flat "I know". I then apologized.

During the lecture, he wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me closer, although I resisted this and escaped his grip. When the therapists and whatnot left, I used that time to check my phone to see if the person on the SCP foundation wikidot site I had asked to take a look at my idea had responded. He did, saying "I can't. I have a lot scheduled with friends, sorry". His forum signature was a graphic with four colorful cartoon dolphins overlapping each other. The instructors came back in and the lecture continued.

I was messing with a really advanced 3D art program from 1994. It creates realistic clay sculptures out of sketches/outlines.

Afterwards, I was talking to grandma about her death. I asked her if she knew she had dementia and there was a really long pause. A photo of me from when I was younger changed progressively after I asked this question from youthful happiness to surprise/fear. I was heading to the parking lot and talking to my mom about a photo of me from a timeline where I didn't transition afterwards, and I look like an out of proportion, uglier version of anthony green.

Afterwards, we were on a car ride to my therapist's office that lasted quite a while. Once I got there, I saw a variety of staff, including the manager from work most people don't like. Her and a few other people were instructing a class full of people from different dimensions where certain countries were the world superpower. I was the US, there was a gay kid from the Canada universe, etc. The Canadian kid, who looked between the ages of 14 and 36, really showed an interest in me, as he kept talking to me. He was trying to tell me something but I cut him off with a firm and flat "I know". I then apologized.

During the lecture, he wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me closer, although I resisted this and escaped his grip. When the therapists and whatnot left, I used that time to check my phone to see if the person on the SCP foundation wikidot site I had asked to take a look at my idea had responded. He did, saying "I can't. I have a lot scheduled with friends, sorry". His forum signature was a graphic with four colorful cartoon dolphins overlapping each other. The instructors came back in and the lecture continued.