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No recall from last night, going to put down my dreams from the previous night though.


Dream 1

I’m in a hospital waiting for a surgery or something. Two nurses begin prepping a ‘surgical pool cue’ for me. I have to hold it and rotate it slowly as they glue round metallic objects on the end of it. There were some technicalities regarding the cue tip as it had to be designed based on a fraction of the measurements of my body, though it just looked like a normal (but metallic) cue tip to me.

After the surgery I find myself at home and I’m describing to Tami how funny the idea of a ‘surgical pool cue’ was, but also just how well made it felt. For example how polished it was, it was more like an art exhibit piece.

Then we both notice it beside me and that I must’ve accidentally brought it home with me. So I started showing it to her in person, but it’s kind of different than before. Now it’s kind of got this textured wavy dark pattern all over it which makes me a little upset that it didn’t match my previous description to Tami - it made me feel like I betrayed her in some small way by not providing an accurate description of it.


Dream 2

I’m piloting a large mech, one of the arms I control has a massive drill on it. I head over to the side of a dirt hill which is sheared and vertical, like some massive machine just took a chunk out of it.

I test out the drill on this dirt wall for fun and it very easily carves into the wall. I felt free and really enjoyed how intuitive all of the movements were in this mech.

I then head over to a cliff which overlooks a very large lake. There’s a man there and he points out a massive truck-like vehicle that sits at the bottom of the lake. It's very rusty and looks ancient, it’s a beautiful view.


Apparently we live in some sort of micro-community that is working in this area, and it would somehow be really beneficial if we could remove this rusty structure/vehicle from the lake - even if we were to move it half a kilometer or less.

We go over the details of the depth of the water and how feasible it would be to try to get in the water with mechs, without destroying them by going too deep into the water. Among other ideas we consider having divers go down to attach metal cables onto the structure, and then tie the other sides of the cables onto mechs on the land and then sort of drag it in a certain direction.


Dream 3

Allen is in the PA house, parents room. He has hundreds of black binder clips clipped to his clothing. All arranged so that the non-black tong parts are facing down, if that makes sense.

(They were facing the opposite direction as they are in this generated image)

I kind of went into the room to see this, he stares at me and I just stare at him and take it all in then laugh about it. He then laughed too and was in a genuinely good mood, which is so unlike him.

I walk away and run into Sue, who informs me that Allen updated some sort of contract making me legally obliged to do housework or something for them - it was called ‘the ring contract’, which she showed me on a clipboard - that had a heavy elaborate ring placed on the middle of the papers on it.

I feel strange and betrayed, and just let down.



Dream 4

I was in a garage playing some sort of wind instrument, possibly a didgeridoo. Someone puts some milkshake-like stuff in my hoody, and a friend's hat or something? But I didn’t notice until a minute or two after it happened. I was really upset about this and wandered out into a parking lot and crawled into the open hatch back of the car that I was certain the owner of this car was the one that milkshake-hooded me.

The entire two front seats and the floor were just filled with the same milkshake stuff, which I spat in to get back at them.

Everything about this dream felt so childish, definitely some sort of middle school pranking vibes. Also some feelings of betrayal which seems to have been the theme of this night!

I'm clicking through the pages on a shopping site, which lists 'sellers' - of what, I don't know. I see a picture of each seller's head and shoulders. The only one I remember, on the last page, is a Japanese woman in a high-necked shirt with a ruffled collar, with dark brown hair in a chignon on top of her head but also twisting over her right shoulder. She seems to be middle-aged with a warm smile.

On the second-last page, under the list of sellers, is a large image of a clock and a sign saying 'Radio Tokyo' on a bustling street in the evening. A caption below says 'Write to Radio Tokyo'. I click onto the last page. Three sellers pop up (including the one described above) but after a moment they disappear. This is a problem with the site that I was already aware of, so I refresh, but am not much impressed by the sellers. I scroll past. Below, under a picture of a red light flashing in the night sky, the caption says: 'Message Joe at the Observatory'.

Then I'm sitting at a sort of bar. This place is hard to describe. It's a narrow, polished wooden table, piled on one end with books and papers, facing into an empty ordering window in the wall of a bar. There are people in there and a man is sitting next to me in a rumpled brown suit. I realise I am on the street in the 'Radio Tokyo' picture. It's late at night and all the street lamps and shop lights are on, glowing golden. There is a radio on the table in front of me with several wires and jacks coming out of it, and a pair of headphones. The man sitting next to me has one earbud in and is listening. I realise that this radio is for free listening and pick up the other earbud, holding it to my ear. I think I hear something, although I don't remember what. On the radio's narrow screen is the date: 'Today is Friday, 28th January'.

Then I am at home, at the dinner table. We have some guests here. I join in the conversation with everyone and it feels like we have had this conversation before. I get up and walk around the table to pick up a large pillow and a small thin bag from under two of the chairs, and I remember it all happening in reverse. Some other time I put all of those things there.

Our discussion makes me think of that website I was looking at. I say that now there is a cost-of-living crisis, people can't afford to be choosy even when sellers are unreliable - they have to pick the cheapest option, even knowing they won't do a good job.

It's too short for a new post, so I will also include Day 29: Night of Sunday 21.01.2024

Fragment: Half-asleep, I see my mother standing over me, asking if I feel sick. She tells me not to take a sick day from school but to think of our family's pride. She says she knows I just want to skip school because I'm too lazy to work, and I'll have a bad reputation if I always blow such trivial matters out of proportion and expect sympathy. Talk about harsh!


Notes:
- First time I've used the internet in a dream? As well as other technology - laptop, headphones, radio.
- Entered the location of a photo!
- An incorrect date, if only I'd been more aware...
- Finally, I almost completely remembered a face.
- Don't take my dream advice if you are poor and looking to hire workers.
- I haven't been practicing any techniques since I got sick, so this is all I've got since the competition. I'm better now so will get back to work and hopefully recall will go up!

Wanting Flight:
I'm in a house structured like the standard Alliance floor-plan from World of Warcraft.
If you know the game, think the two-floor homes in Moonbrook, except well-maintained.
It is day-time. There is a super-hero dead facedown in the yard. He has feathers and I surmise that he had bird-powers.
I'm taking the body upstairs, and I'm trying not to be seen.
At some point while traveling up the stairs, the body transforms, leaving only the outfit.
I may have been trying to steal the hero's powers.

Manuevering:
I'm at my childhood home. My Dad is on the phone with the water company, working out bills.
He might have been trying to negotiate a better rate.
...
I'm upstairs with my niece, B, and she is smaller than she is in waking life.
We're in my brother and I's room, rifling through a set of drawers near the front of the room.
I'm worried that B will find age-inappropriate stuff in the drawer, and she does.
I quickly hide the stuff, and try to draw her attention elsewhere.
...
I'm up by the upstairs bathroom with my Uncle J. He is holding what looks like a document from waking life work.
He's trying to talk down to me, as if he knows it better than I do (he does not).
I try to let him down easy, not keen on allowing him to act this way, but also not wanting to hurt him.
...
My Grandma and my Mom are in the living room.
I'm on my way out of the house.
I've left, but forgotten something.
I go back and they give me a drinkable yogurt.