The first dream involved some kind of deal at some guy's house in the neighborhood I grew up in. I remember a bike with no rider riding itself into me on the road. It seemed to turn the opposite direction of the one I turned, but I guess I decided to tackle it head-on like an idiot. The second dream seemed a bit cut down the middle. One part was about helping my mom see which clothes would work for her. I'd put on the shirts and since we look so similar I guess, I'd make the judgement for her based on how I looked in it. The second part was about an upcoming catastrophe where magma would erupt out of every hole in the ground and flood the earth. Our idea was to cover all of the holes except for one so that even if a large part of the earth was still scorched, there would at least be a safe zone on the other side of the planet. This mainly took place at my current school, and I remember sean from elementary and middle school texting me about something while I was trying to help not get myself killed. There was a pink, thin long-sleeved shirt my mom didn't want to look good on her but it looked okay on me so I told her it somewhat suited her and she half-jokingly sweared under her breath.
bedtime: 22:30, now that's more like it! 2mg melatonin at bedtime to help reset circadian rhythm wake time: 05:00 get up: 06:30 early: + playing 1-on-1 basketball [DS] on an outside court. Making layups. Not dribbling the ball, it's more elongated like a football or rugby ball, not completely round. Making some far shots, missing some + something else, related to scuba diving? later: + inside the ski lodge checking in, OmniLucid branded skis for the "conference", one ski is badly cracked, I complain to the clerks, man clerk doesn't care, I get upset, lady clerk says next time you should order in-house skis + on the ski slopes, ski-walking up hill. Dark/night. Soon will come down, tell the friend I'm with we should be careful not to slow down too much towards the bottom because it is very level and we may get stuck and not make it to the bottom. Watch others coming down the hill, gauging their speed + in a gym, open area, lots of different barbell stations. I'm carrying barbells (with large weight plates) around by holding each "half" under an arm, a trainer comments (?) or says/thinks this is not safe/effective. Trainer mentions my deadlifts are all wrong. I'm looking for a squat rack, can't find one, they're all strange contraptions, + I'm searching for the people who can mix the soft-serve ice cream, I was told that it needs to be remixed. I'm carrying very large containers of it. I approach a woman and man who are the right people but they say it can't be done (remixing my soft-serve) because of some technical reason (forgot).
Dream From Feb 6 '22: Dream 2: It is day. The location is a backyard somewhere, in the lake mac area. The yard has no fence, and so the yard ends at the shore of lake mac. The house belongs to someone, but i don't know for sure, whose place it is. My cousin Joseph and i are looking for some coloured pencils. These are similar to, or are the same as my Staedler brand pencils. There are many pencils, and they have been stuck in the ground. So, Joseph and i collect them. Some of the yard is sandstone like soil, as well as standard dirt soil. Some are even in the grass. We take a break from collecting the pencils. Then i see Joseph, use his hands, to show someone the length of info, he typed into a document, about our actual 5 x great grandfather. He indicates that he typed about 2 or 3 paragraphs of info, that was stored in the pencils. Then i see a young male, who is sitting on a four legged seat outside, on the grass. I see him to my left, and he is facing the right of screen. He is sitting on a folding seat. He says someone is stupid. So i ask him, did he say Joseph is stupid, or did he say that both Joseph and i are idiots (for collecting the pencils). The young male doesn't answer me. Then, i step up onto a patio, from the grass, and collect another coloured pencil, from a concrete pot, that has sandstone looking soil in it. The concrete pot is white and looks a bit old. As i step up, its to my left. The patio, is similar to, though not exactly the same as two of my former addresses. Then i turn around, as though i'm going to step off the patio, back down to the grass. The back door of house is behind me. There is a corrugated like awning, covering this patio. Dad is to my left, and about to walk away, to go leave, to go camping somewhere. There is a BBQ to his right, in front of me. And also a set of camping chairs in their black bags on top of the BBQ. Pop is standing in front of me, facing me, and looks to his right, to ask dad, can he go with dad. Pop is wearing a plain grey jumper. Dad doesn't want Pop to go with him. Dad seems a bit unfriendly to Pop. I can see Pop's face fairly clearly, and he has facial stubble. Pop looks reasonably young, about 60. Although a bit age gap between pop and i'm about 20 something. I don't want Pop to get out of my way, nor do i try to step around him so i can get past him. We have a brief chat, about something. Maybe about what dad said to Pop. As i look at Pop, i see to my left, there is a young woman, Manon Blackman from the 800 words, standing on the grass. As though at one of my previous addresses, i see her standing at the front of that garage, on the south side of it. She smiles at me, but i look away, and look at Pop again. Not sure what else happens. And still daytime, am riding along a concrete footpath, past what is a tennis court. There is a green chainlink fence around the edge of the tennis court. The path is parallel to the long side of the court. Don't know for sure where this is, but i do stop my bike, to get off, and collect some tennis balls that have bounced over the fence. Also have my backpack (on my back). Most of the balls are green. Some are two tones of colour. As for me going north, east, west or south, i don't know. This particular location is not known to me, nor is it like any tennis court i have been past. The path, as i go along it, is on an incline, down. This is not a hill, though the ground could be a subtle mound. I try to throw overarm, even with my arm out to the side. My right shoulder just doesn't want to throw (which is still recovering from knots and old injuries). Plus, i don't think to remove my bag, because surely throwing the balls back, will only last a few minutes. Some of the balls i do throw, don't go over the fence. And, the guys who are playing tennis, appear to stop playing so they can collect the balls i have thrown, which land inside the fence. Some of the balls land on the outside of the fence. The guys didn't ask me to stop to throw the balls back. im actually past the tennis courts, when i see the balls on the ground. There is a strip of grass, between path and fence. So, i turn around, and throw the balls away from me (away from screen), to my left a little bit, because the court, is to my left. After trying to throw one ball back, and my shoulder feeling a bit tired from that, the dream ends. Well, i didn't have to stop, to throw the balls back. Any questions or comments?
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