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I am in California to go to the bank. I’m not sure exactly what part I’m in (it doesn’t seem like too big of a city - maybe Sacramento size?) or why it has to be this bank. I’m aware that masks are optional here if you’re vaccinated, so I’m not wearing one. The people I pass on the sidewalk are a fairly even mix of masked and not. Inside the bank now the same is true and it feels natural with no hard feelings either way. I get to the teller and I think I’m just making a deposit. It takes me a minute as I haven’t done this in person in quite some time.

I’m with Jessica and Julia somewhere. A random man is bringing us to his house, I think for a party? I’m not sure how we found this man or vice versa, and I think there is a vague acceptance that this isn’t the safest thing to do. I think he is driving us there and we approach the place. The house is massive, on a huge stretch of land. We look at each other in awe. It’s dark out and the house is lit from the front and the ground, making it even more impressive. It looks more like the White House than an average house. Palatial is the best way to describe it; there is even a toroidal water feature in the front with a massive planter in the center. There are marble steps and the landscaping is immaculate. It also feels like we are fairly far away from anything else. Inside now, the place is completely empty. I think the man has also disappeared. I start exploring. Every room is impossibly clean, like a model. The floor plan is open, yet complex. It seems corners serve to divide space more than do walls. There are multiple floors and I keep ascending. There is one room with a tan couch against the wall and a small, old TV awkwardly in the corner. I imagine sitting on the couch and having to turn to see the TV. I notice that all of the TVs in this place are antiquated.

I’m with Melissa and by what seems like a warehouse building. The following seems more like a movie, but also like I’m experiencing it? The dim, empty warehouse space has a cluster of what looks like large cocoons on the ceiling in the far corner. They are black and close together. There is a creepy woman here what crawls or somehow gets to the ceiling and slowly metamorphoses into one of the cocoons. Her face remains most recognizable the longest, and the scene zooms into it and her creepy grin. Now, I think Brittney is here too and it’s like a small amount of time has passed. The warehouse is now a small airport or a single terminal that we have to use. Melissa does not want to go, as we have to pass right under the ‘cocoon people’. It is fairly creepy, but I try to persuade her to just get it over with. We end up stalling in a gift shop here.

I am going to design a house for someone (for Kreg - for a class?) It starts with me not wanting to, but I then take interest in it. I start sketching a pool that’s pre-existing or being added to the yard while I talk to Kreg on the phone. It’s long and narrow, with some angular changes that seem to only be for aesthetic. This lot is also long and narrow - only 30 feet wide. I am now on the phone with Zoe and telling her this. I tell her that the average house is that wide, without including the setbacks. I get the idea that I’ll have to design this house long and tall. It may be in a mountainous setting, as I’m imagining it with a cabin look. I imagine the second floor protruding on the back side to cover a patio, possibly with a hot tub. Now it seems as if I’m actually at this house, pretty much how I’ve been envisioning it. I’m showing it to some unfamiliar guy about my age. It is pretty impressive, long and low, dim and with plenty of dark wood.



I am at what seems like the GSR or something similar with Brittney. It is somewhat crowded, and masks are not a concept in this dream. I think we’re going to get a beer at one of the places here. The tap handles at the first place I’m not impressed with, so I suggest going to the other one across the way. There were three taps of domestic beer and then a bottle of what looked like a German beer but that I wasn’t sure about. At the place across the hallway space I notice at least two good taps - Revision and something else. I think we get drinks there, and now we’re taking them into a restaurant. The guy here questions our age, I guess because we’re bringing in alcohol?

I am in a house. It sort of feels like the 695 house and like there have been some renovations. Someone is showing us the new rooms/spaces. They are still empty. There are also some unfamiliar people here. One is a man who when I pass by once is briefly naked. I just see it out of the corner of my eye, not sure if he’s changing or what the scenario is

I’m with Melissa somewhere that feels like rural Nevada. The place is gently sunny, with dappled shadows from the handful of trees. I see there is a structure or two - one of which looks like a barn. There are others here, definitely looking like the conservative type. Nobody is wearing a mask, and it feels nice. We notice a small body of water that we’re going to float on? and then notice that it’s bigger than we initially thought, with a couple of turns and an increase in size with each. The water is placid and the scene tranquil and peaceful as we float (on something?).

A short, middle aged woman walks into work with a brown paper bag full of books. I watch from off on the side as she strolls up to the unattended counter, then behind it, and sets her bag on our baker’s rack. She then shouts out “thanks for buying my books!” I can’t believe the audacity of this and wait a few moments before going over there. I sternly tell her that she can’t go behind our counter and then that we aren’t even buying books right now.

(This dream is particularly unremarkable but I want to start off this online journal at my most recent dream.)

Now for some reason, in this dream I had to see a doctor just about everyday (it lasted for multiple dream days) and this doctor was only accessible in a sort of a plain white food truck. Probably what my mind thinks an ambulance is supposed to look like, but looking at it it's just one of those places you'd get really good 5 dollar burritos from without any nice designs on the sides. So anyway it was vital for me to go here everyday, and what was also vital is them giving me a bottle of water and I have to drink it halfway and bring it back the next day. That's weird. I never actually saw what the doctor looked like, but they did multiple different things like taking vitals and stuff. Later on the style of visualization flipped from a realistic world set in some rotting concrete city to a cartoon in the perspective of me watching it or something. It was the same setting actually, just cartoon-like y'know. There was really only one person in this show and it was me with some faceless side characters. It was just me crying a lot while flashes of side characters abusing me would pop up every once in a while. It ended off on those side characters coming to try and console me before I pit a knife against them. Didn't see what happened next because I woke up.

one dream with jamie. audio only, her saying something like that i'm hers forever or something.

I was in my house, a weird mixture between my old house and my new house. If I remember correctly, I was observing a wooden crate, either that or making a sandwich. I make an offhanded comment about lucidity, so I decide to check. 6 fingers? I checked the other hand and it has 7, like it just kept having fingers when I thought I got to the end of it during my counting."I'm dreaming." I say to myself in shock and joy as finally I have a reality check that happened during a dream. But, I kept my cool the whole time, and never got openly excited which might end it early.
I left whatever I was doing, and started walking around the house. I see a weird man in a black cloak appear from around a corner or something. I can really only see his beard. I pay no attention to him, but he seems friendly. I start to walk upstairs, towards my room, when he asks me a question. "Hey, is there anything in my beard?" (He said something very similar to this, but I don't remember exactly.)
He's kinda far away, so I think of this as a good time to try a lucid ability. I reach into my pockets and pull out a magnifying glass from thin air, letting me see the guy's beard in more detail. I told him it was clean and got back to my business. I turned around and started walking to the outside of the house. "I'm gonna go out and bike," I say to him. "Hopefully I'll find fairies, or whatever other cool magic." (I'm not exactly sure why I said fairies specifically, but I really just wanted to go out biking and see what what's out there, stuff that couldn't exist in real life.)
He chuckles a bit, and says okay, choosing to join me. I don't really care, so I let him follow me without saying anything. I walk outside using the front door, and come around to the garage. It was closed, so I flipped open the garage door keypad. This part worried me, because the keycode has always been the same in both houses, but I've heard light switches are weird, and reading doesn't work due to that part of your brain being off. I decided to look away and just try doing it from muscle memory. Surprisingly, the garage door opened. I looked at the keypad and the buttons from the lock pattern were lit up in green, obviously not what I pressed, nor the real code. I was just glad it worked. I came inside, along with the cloaked man. He gets a little excited seeing the few bikes around the otherwise completely empty garage. I, however, do not see my bike anywhere.
I walk back inside, and grab my backpack which sat on the floor next to the large glass balcony door. I put it on the kitchen island, back-strap side down. I open it up and take the last few things from my already pretty empty backpack. A few pieces of junk or pencils or whatever, and also a small flatscreen TV which I leave face down on the island.


The TV, which I put into this backpack in a past dream!! None of the cables nor the remote it originally came with. (In real life, the TV is being used in my sister's room, with cables.)
(Maybe the garage door opened not because of the right pattern, but because I was hoping and confident that it would open? That is how dreams operate after all...)

**In a later dream that night... (Not lucid)** I was exactly where I was where this lucid dream just ended. By the balcony door, looking at the dining room. This time however, the wooden crate from before (maybe) was on the table, and my sister was there, sitting down.
"What do you think it is, <my name>?" She says to me. I guess that it's an animal, and she laughs.
"We're saving it for when Dad comes home in a few days." She says.
"Well, no animal can live in this tiny box without any food or water for 3 days. It has to be something dry." I respond.