dream fragment

I was in a battleground like Arathi Basin in WoW. Someone had ninja capped Stables by seducing me but I was supposedly a female character and it was someone else tricking me. This sent me into a rage of some sort. I was now wildly smashing about trying to hit other people and recapture the base. I eventually go towards Mine but other horde are running by me. I'm a warrior so I'm trying to charge these people but it's on cooldown. I'm getting very angry. It's like I was actually the warrior in the game with rage, I was getting on all fours and sprinting at people but the cooldown was too long and I was getting very pissed off. I really don't ever experience this kind of anger IRL.

I felt like my physical body was all the space surrounding my body and it was firmly pressing against the outside of my actual body, which felt like a hollowed out shape in the center of the surrounding space. I couldn't breathe because I didn't have lungs. The space felt very solid like a rock wall and my actual body felt like a space carved into the middle of the rock.

I only got a few hours of sleep so this will be pretty brief.

The dream scene was a baseball field. I was in the stands and there were a bunch of kids in the outfield. Come to think of it it might've been a soccer field. I was shifting around in the stands between the adults catching the baseballs thrown. I would then throw baseballs to individual kids trying to get them involved. Ecstein was there on the field.

The stands turned into this weird ramp pattern. We had a bunch of balls that weighed a lot. We were pushing them down the ramp and into a corner. There was apparently supposed to be a fight.

Whispers

A dream of walking around my house and hearing ghostly whispers. I remember freaking out.

Jamie

Just a dream of seeing Jamie. We were in a dark room. Don't remember too much details, just that we both seemed happy.

Longish dream.

Started I was visiting Jamie and old friend from work. I was in a strange town. He kept saying that the google map would beep to help me find my way out. I started walking away when he left but i couldn't find my way. I went down a hill that was winding with lots of houses.

Suddenly I was picked up in a car with moe in it. I was in the back seat, I was wondering why he was nice enough to give me a ride. His two friends were in the backseat with me.

Next i was in a restaurant with B from the alberta ghost hunter society. we were in a restaurant and I was expected to pay for everyone's meal. B pulled up the bill and it was 1000. I didn't have enough in my account so I said i wanted to pay partly with a credit card. B seemed pissed and said that it might not be allowed??? WTF. I swiped with the credit card but it brought up a display with David's images from his phone. I had to retry and got the same thing. I was pretty frustrated when it didn't work.

I really don't have much to say about these dreams. IRL I ate cheese before bed because cheese dreams.

IRL I saw someone doing a handstand in the gym and he never fell, at some point in the dream he fell.

Another point I woke up and this guy who had apparently worn a red headband and green outfit came and visited me.

It's weird but I had dreams which were very vivid and important but they are the ones I remember the least.

I'm lying in the middle of a dark room, trying to sleep. But it’s not very comfortable there since I don’t have a pillow or blankets or anything else except the (possibly carpeted) floor. As I lie there, a piece of music comes into my mind—“Night on Bald Mountain.” It’s not as if I’m thinking of it: rather it’s as if it’s pushing all the other thoughts out of my head until it’s the only thing there, even though it's clearly in my head and not actually playing.

It plays for a few bars, and then, just as the horn blasts the first note of the melody, I hear a loud crash from outside. A jolt of alarm—but it lasts only for a moment. The noise I heard sounds just like the falling branch did a couple weeks ago, when the winds came through, and it seems likely to me that that’s what happened now. But I reflect that that was odd, about it matching the melody—almost as if, on some level, I knew the crash was going to happen in advance.

I’m not sure what series of events came in between this and the next dream I can remember clearly, but my memory picks up shortly after attaining lucidity somehow. I step through a door out into a hallway—tile floors, completely bare, and several wooden doors, including one with a window in it at the end of the hall. Through the window, I can see some sort of colorful projection on the wall, like a screen. I head towards it and open the door.

The room turns out to be a mid-sized lecture hall, with the seats and desks in a semicircular amphitheater arrangement. A few students are scattered throughout, and although there doesn’t seem to be a teacher here, a PowerPoint presentation is going. It seems to be a presentation on poetry.

An idea occurs to me: I’ll write down what I see and then try to record as much of it as I can in my dream journal once I’m awake. Granted, most of it looks like the sort of word salad you might except the subconscious mind on autopilot to kick out, but it could still be interesting. I forage around for something to write on but turn up with nothing but a pencil and some kind of treated animal skin, which is pretty far from ideal, but I figure I can try writing on the leathery side. I slip into a seat in the back row and start taking notes.

I have a good half “page” or so written by the time I wake up—with no warning, as usual. But I find I can’t remember any of it—not even the one line that actually seemed striking to me as I was recording it. The only thing I can remember from the whole presentation was the centipug (to give an appropriate name to it)—the clipart-ish picture of a pug with many sets of legs that was at the bottom of one of the slides. Funny how that works.

13.3.18

I wanna record this fragment of my dream from this morning.

I met Victor Oddo (a spiritual YouTuber who helped me at the beginning of my spiritual journey. The kind of help he gave was drastically important to me).
I was so excited to meet him, and he invited me into his house. So, I walked with him up the hill to his apartment block.
In his house, there were quite a few people there. The atmosphere was weird. It was very chill. But it reminded me of what a room full of druggies feels like.

I said something to Victor, I can't remember what.
He responded, I can't remember what, but I remember it being very cold and uncaring. It frustrated me a little bit.
I think I said something else, and he responded even colder. I got weirdly upset about this, because Victor in real life seems like a top guy!

Eventually my frustration and sadness turned into full-on rage. I screamed at him, something like, "FUCK YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKING PRICK. YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE..." And I stormed out.

Later in the dream, I saw Victor again and I apologized to him, because I felt like I was completely unfair to him, and because I probably simply misunderstood him.
He said, "That's okay man, I understand." And he said something wise, like he does in his YouTube videos. Then he invited me back to his house.
We got into his house again and the exact same thing happened. He turned into a total asshole as soon as being around all his friends.

I think this repeated like 3 or 4 times before I gave up with him. I got sick of apologizing for his own assholery.



Later in the dream, there was snow and I was building a tiny igloo next to my sister and her igloo. I got in the igloo and it felt like me and my sister were competing against each other (in what way, I have no idea).
I still felt angry about the whole thing with Victor. I was so let down.

I had a short LD. I didn't had rem atonia so it kinds suprised me , but I think I also dived deep down in conscioussness so it's no suprise that I didn't experience it. I just popped up in a school's hallways , watched my hands, I was some sort of ghost. I had a body but it was transparent and I was just Floating around. Saw kids entering the classroom by me. First I thought they spoke swedish , but it was something eastern, idk maybe albanian, or tifinagh, but I think also heard swedish at a point. So then I floated away , opened a door , went in , there was a lil warehouse and an office behind it , saw some men packing things here and there. Then back to the hallway , I started to get mind glitches, I started to expect a wall of plastic foliage infront of me ,and thats what occured. I teared the plastic away and did that again and again , I finally concentrated on not having this expectation and broke out of the loop. But then I woke up.

In the last week to three I've recalled three more dream fragments. The first one was definitely the first one, but I can't really remember in which order the other two arrived.

1. Looking at deer bones and hide on the forest floor. Feeling relieved.

2. Looking at a puddle of water sitting on top of my old, wooden, claw foot piano stool. Feeling dismayed.

3. Feeling my heart pounding extremely fast in my chest, and worrying about it.

(Some days after recalling dream #3, someone told me a story about a person in my life who has recently passed away. Prior to his passing, the person had complained to his partner that his heart was beating super fast, and he was worried.)

The dream scene was JMU down devon lane. The road extended out to a rural neighborhood and there was a forest surrounding the houses and road. Eventually I was over near the food lion but it was a huge apartment building. We're meeting there for my sustainability class.

I was outside on UVA's campus but it looked different. There was a person in a UNC outfit putting up signs everywhere even though UVA had beat them. I go inside and it looks like a church. Judy is there, I think we did something sexual. I look over and there's another couple having sex but the girl is obviously faking everything and then I start to question if every girl I had been with was doing the same.

Later on I was in ECL library at a computer. I had three stacks of brownie trays. I was trying to stack them up and leave but people were coming up and taking them. I run up to someone and yell at them but then immediately say they can have some. Someone who I didn't see had eaten a pattern into the trays.

This dream involved me going into other people's dreams by reading their dream logs and then going to bed. The first dream I went into was Mrs. Puff's dream. I was in the middle of a field at night where there was a blue dog turning into a werewolf. I hid in the house that it was in but I was too big to fit in. The next morning I was a cow and in the dog house next to it. I then woke up, read about another dream, had that dream, woke up, and then had one of my dreams. In the dream, I woke up, went downstairs, and I noticed that my grandma was going up to wake me up. Once I got to the kitchen, I remembered reading about an article where lucid dreams would be REALLY realistic. The dream was realistic, but blurry, as if I didn't clear out my eyes at all. I looked at my hand and said "yeah, this is a dream," but I noticed something was wrong. This wasn't just a regular dream, this was the setup for a nightmare. I grew cautious and anxious and saw a vacuum cleaner exiting my grandma's room by itself. I said to my grandma "hey grandma, I'm dreaming," and she responded with "yes...," and then approached me with a sinister grin on her face. There was also a chunk missing from her right cheek, but it wasn't like I could see her mouth, it was instead just a white area. She didn't do anything to me because I had a false awakening and lost lucidity. I then went through a few other dreams, woke up, and noticed just HOW realistic the lucid dream had been, The only difference being that I wasn't bumping into walls in the dream.

1. I am in a house watching a TV with a horrible reception. Someone changes the channel to the weather station. It is the forecast for New York. I tell everyone in the room I used to live in New York. I begin to feel nostalgic listening. I wish I were back in New York, but realize if were, I'd probably grow restless and wish I were someplace else.

2. I am on a trip with a National Guard unit. I have a big duffel bag that gets lost. It was in a Hummer that left and now I have nothing but the clothes on my back and a small transistor radio I am carrying (a dream sign). I try to find another Hummer but all are already occupied. The rest of the unit and I are stranded at a Home Depot. It is uncertain why we are there. It appears we are waiting for a bus to come get us. The store supervisor meanwhile comes and puts us all to work. There are big swinging pendulums and lots of mechanical equipment all around us. I go to the customer service desk to ask the girl if I can rent a locker for my radio. She tells me there are no more lockers, but she could store it in her car for me for five bucks. People behind me in line are now growing impatient. She tells me she has to leave soon, and if the bus doesn't come before she leaves she'll put the radio on a shelf under a clock. I thank her and yell to everyone in line "She's going to make some money!" and give her the five bucks for her offer.

Everyone from my unit is gone when I return. I search the entire store for them in vain. I think the bus came while I was at customer service. From here, I somehow end up in a hotel room. I am partially naked and without my radio. I decide to wander around the hotel to look for cards or newspapers or anything to tell me what city I'm in. For some reason I'm thinking Waco. I take an elevator down to the spa. I realize I'm holding my clothes in my arms and lost my room key. I press the button to go down but instead the elevator goes up -- all the way up to the top 16th floor. The door opens and there is a person in a wheelchair looking at me. I step around him and go down a short flight of stairs and suddenly realize I am inside a private room. The walls are decorated with violets and roses and ornate designs. I pass a kitchen. A Hispanic lady is inside it speaking to her teenage son and daughter in Spanish. I ask her where the 'public television' is and she points to the back of the room. It is obvious there is no 'public television'; the TV in the back of the room is hers along with everything else in this apartment. I turn on the TV and she comes over and stretches out beside me on a long ottoman. We strike up a conversation. She asks me if I'm a writer. I tell her yes, in a way -- I keep a dream journal, if that counts. She becomes enthusiastic and tells me how much she loves to dream. I ask her if she's ever had a lucid dream. She doesn't know what they are so I explain: "It's when you wake up inside of a dream." As I tell her this I focus on the details of her face and contours of her attractive body on the ottoman. I find her face very average, but her body smooth and fit. I begin to grow aroused and the dream fades. Dreamt 3/8/2017

I just want to record this dream fragment.

There were two guard dogs sitting in what looked like a place you'd keep sheep (a pen?). Two different breeds. I have no idea why they were in a pen because they could jump out easily.
In fact, one of them did jump out.

It was a big, dark grey dog. Like this, except a little bit more muscular:


It jumped on me and easily overpowered me.
It started biting my face, but it was like play-bites. I was laughing away, like I usually do when dogs give me loads of attention. I loved it.
All the while, being pinned down by this great big dog, I knew fine well that this beast could chew through my face like butter.

I think the dog's owner was nearby and wondering why their guard dog has come off of guard duty.

March sixth to seventh 2018 Dreams.

Tonight I actually slept like 6 hours before I woke up and recorded any dreams which is different. Usually I wake up within 3 to 4 hours of going to sleep. So I seem to have had less dream activity than usual.

Beach

In one I remember seeing this motorcycle guy from behind on the way to the beach. He was on his motorcycle and I was seeing his black jacket with some logo on it. There was more about the beach too but I totally forgot it all.

Childrens Rankings

There was another part with something about children who were ranked differently. One of the children was in the "Third Reich" and I was offended by this due to the historical use of that term. But then I realized it had nothing to do with any of the World War Two stuff, it just meant he was ranked third among his siblings. This was also when my sister and her friend needed a shower.

Vague Fragment

In another part it was early in the morning. I was with my friend R A. We went out a window at one point. There was somewhere we had to go. I only remember this vaguely but I think it was eventful. Something about raw chicken or cooking and eating chicken.

UFO Cover-Up

I only remember this dream vaguely. My friend's Dad (J S) was there. Some kind of U F O thing had landed out by the water or something like that. I was looking into it but my friend's Dad was saying we shouldn't be looking into it. I wish I remembered more of this.

Aunt's House

I had this one dream scene by the back sliding door of my Aunt B's house. On her dinner table that's there was one of my black shelves, upside down. I was scraping a toy against one of the ridges and putting it in one of the square support beam things. My sister's friend showed up. I couldn't remember exactly what was going on besides that.

Unintentional Diss

There was this part where I was at this desk, watching something. I remember hearing something about a basketball game. The basketball player wanted to have no regrets. But I was thinking that the regrets might be important. Kind of like my physical desk, I had clothes and electronics all scattered about. I think I had my dividers up. I was gathering them all bunched up in my arms.

I got up to sit at a table with my food. I hadn't heard one of my friends try to get my attention, maybe S D or D W. They were upset that I seemed to ignore them. I tried to explain that my headset had malfunctioned, or wasn't plugged in, but they were still like, "Hmph." So they went and sat at a further table. I felt bad about it even though it was just a technological issue.

Then I sat with a group of friends who was watching the Simpsons. I was playing the same exact thing that was playing on the T V on my lap top next to me, wearing a head set. I wondered why I didn't just use the T V except that so many people were watching, it might make noise or they might block the T V. I was eating some food. Maybe some kind of fried food. I was seeing if anyone further back in the crowd wanted to use my monitor since I had a seat in the first or second row. My friend Jon was dismissive of me in some way.

Action Figures, Legos and a Profound Quote

These seem disconnected or like they should be different dreams but they felt like the same dream somehow. First I was at this support group meeting. I had a yellow piece of paper in front of me. I am not sure if I was speaking. I think I was waiting to speak. I think E R was there and maybe other girls from high school. On my paper I had what I thought was a very profound quote about staying sober. Kind of like an approach to staying sober that was very original and wise. When i woke up, I couldn't remember what it was.

Then I was at a table somewhere playing with Optimus Primal and Megatron beast wars toys. There were other beast wars toys on the table, too. I had this single peg red circular legos that were kind of a clear kind of red. I was putting them on the little ear things of each robot's helmet. I wondered if I should give Optimus Primal and the Maximals an advantage by giving them more red legos. But I gave Megatron an equal number of legos on his head as Optimus. they both got two. Then I thought I had done the wrong move when Megatron revealed some grey shoulder missles and fired them at Optimus. They looked like Silverbolt's missles from the action figure. Also I don't think Beast Wars Megatron had shoulder cannons.

Potty Dream

In this dream I had got up to use the bathroom. The bathroom was up a short set of stairs and my bedroom was the only room beyond it. I think in the dream I was standing there, about to pee, when I sensed my Dad was about to need the bathroom. So I stopped myself from peeing and went and waited by the railing of the stair case while he used the bathroom. There was something about my Dad looking in the mirror. There was a white towel. I don't remember it very clearly.

Removing the Seeds of Violence.

I am walking around in the woods at the bottom of a hill. My mind feels very clear in this dream, but I am not lucid. I am imagining this gun which could have a little slider on the side to specify how far away the target is. So my idea is that I will walk around with a tape measurer, whip it at my target, get the distance, and then shoot the gun, all instantaneously. L O L. I am imagining practicing this on trees and perhaps hunting. I catch myself thinking about this harmful idea and the thought comes to me that it is a chance to remove these seeds of violence from within myself. I actually feel fear that I could become a harmful person if I entertain these thoughts. So I do this thing where I just set an intention to remove the seeds of violence from within myself. I have a sense that someone is coming or I am supposed to walk up this hill and to the left.

Fragment

I dreamed something about a fish rolling around in a bed of coins. Surrounding colors grey sidewalk and green lawns or trees.

Apples at Nana's table

I was sitting at my Nana's kitchen table with my sister. She was at the head of the table and I was to her left. We had a pile of apples. They all had produce stickers on them that seemed weird. My sister opened one apple up and it looked too bruisy on the inside. It looked like she had made bite marks going all the way around it in a half circle of bite marks. There were brown spots. She rejected the apple because it was too bruised. It actually didn't look that bad compared to some really bad apples I have got.

Inner Child Hero

There was this reporter type of guy on the couch at 15 Swoo. He was saying how he met his inner child and either he, became his inner child's hero, or his inner child, became his hero. I forgot which. Then there was something with some kind of beverage as a treat. More to it but Very vague recall.

Family Guy Clip Thing

There was this Family Guy Ad. At first I saw Peter Griffin's head, but his hair was very long and pulled down around his head, into the shape of a coffee cup. That was like a brown layer of the screen. Peter Griffin was saying something but I couldn't remember what. It was probably funny.

Then there was this light blue layer to the screen beneath that, with some thumb nail icons. Each had various languages written on it. The one for Canada had some Japanese type of lettering on it. I thought it was going to be a parody of Canada. But it didn't sound Canadian when it played. It went back up to the Peter Griffin part.

Yellow Sac Spider

I am walking into this trailer or school bus type of thing with a loose celery stalk type of plant. (At first, I thought the plant was poison ivy, so I was afraid to touch it. But then I just wanted to re plant it.) I am aiming to plant it in a bucket of dirt and walk back out. My stuff is on either side of the trailer bus thing. It is like a school bus because it has that black slatted rubber walk way part. But it is like a trailer because instead of bus seats, it has more of a home layout, but with lots of stuff crowding it on both sides. Until the only place to walk is the black walk way part, maybe a foot wide.

Still carrying the plant, hoping to plant it, I see a spider. It is one of those yellow sac spiders that we have around here. Its webs are around. It seems like it is going to get on me. I start to feel fear.

I turn around to leave the trailer thingy. Turns out the spider is walking up a web toward the front of the trailer, the same direction I am going to walk out. There is also another yellow sac spider up to my left. I am really getting freaked out. I run out the front of the trailer, ducking under a web that is at face level. I can feel this creepy crawly fear in my body now.

As I was going through all that, I was also thinking that I want a written as well as auditory record of all my dreams. It was kind of a tape of thoughts playing in my mind as I went through this trailer thing. Maybe it was kind of a green house.


Big Bath

There was one dream of a giant bath. Not super giant but like 6 by 6 by 5 or even 8 by 8 by 5. I was adding some warm water to it for a woman who was there. I also swam in the water a little.

Uncle R

In another part, I remember seeing my Uncle R sitting with two other people. The context was that he had moved into our house. And we were living at the last house I lived in. I didn't want him to live there. Maybe it had to do with him smoking. I remember seeing his face pretty clearly. I was sitting on one of the chairs in the living room.

Driving down back rounds

I was driving on some local back rounds around L V. I couldn't remember exactly the roads but it reminded me of when I would drive to my driver's exam. Maybe something about a pack of Pokemon cards. The roads were very black.

Nearby Road

My last dream of the night was of me walking on this near by road. Just a little history, I got in a big argument with some people on this road one day and its never been resolved. They are obviously in the wrong or else I would have just made amends.

So first I saw the back of a cigarette box on the ground. It was black. Then I looked up and saw the guy's yard which is on the corner of a side road and a busier road. He usually has one of those little windmill things there but I am not sure if I saw it in the dream. Then I looked and his garage was open. I was looking into it as I stood there. I think it looked kind of empty or spacious. I was kind of expecting a fight to start. Then this black S U V pulled up behind me. I started walking away fast to get away. I heard a honk that had a very physical quality to it and woke up. I am not sure if the honk was something that got into my dream from waking life, such as neighbors, or if the dream itself generated it. I wear ear plugs over night so it isn't that likely I heard a honk from a physical car unless it was right outside my window.

Notes

I think my dreams know how much dream activity to give me based on what is coming up the next day. Even if I am not consciously aware of all that will come up the next day. I had a big day of waking life today that I wasn't expecting and barely got all my voice notes transcribed by days end.

Round 1 of Dreams (Mixed Fragments).

There was this part where I was going to join a group of people. They were excluding me and I was fighting them. T H and K S, not getting along, sending an e mail.

Some dream detail about being in the sky. Swimming into the sky and spinning?

There was a part where I was working for G A and I had to call someone. I called the actor who plays J L on a show and talked to them. Something about my Dad's new phone or new job.

Guitar thing. I was trying to buy this guitar. It was a different kind of guitar, with this pickup kind of thing on the bottom of the fret board. Like this small black rectangle with extra frets. Something about someone from one of the Asian countries.

License part. I was trying to buy something from this guy, but he said my license was no good. It had some red mark on it it doesn't usually have. It made me ineligible to buy certain things. I was at the checkout register. I was supposed to get together this packet of songs I wanted to learn. It was like they went beyond standard license checks. The guy at the register was an older guy.

Guy putting plastic on his floor. Someone in my fraternity house was lining his floor with plastic in case anyone made a mess in there by partying. They had just added a new wooden floor. They were afraid people would get in because their door knob was missing. It was like a plastic drop cloth thing but ripped at the edges.

Dangerous Dog.

I was at the back door of my Nana's kitchen. There had been this dog in the back yard who was trying to get in. We had all run inside because it was a dangerous dog. Some of my friends from college were there. I opened the door so the dog could climb into this cage thing, but when the dog got part way in, it was blocked by a barricade of other items I had put there. However, there were some clear gaps in the barricade. The dog thing was talking to me. I heard my friend D F say something about someone giving him money so he could pay a debt.

We all drove somewhere with the dog. It was a white and grey dog. It looked sad in the cage. On the way there, we were all talking in the car. My friend in the drivers seat was about to smoke a cigar and I was freaking out. I hurried up out of the car.

I asked my friend A R to carry the other side of the dog cage and run with me to somewhere we could drop it off. I told him it will only take 30 minutes. We were going to some kind of concert or music event, so we didn't want to lose much time. However, I didn't really think we would take only 30 minutes.

When we got there, I expected that some drunk college kids would play with the dog from outside the cage and get bit. I imagined a really drunk girl doing this and thought maybe we shouldn't leave it there.

We had given the dog a bone in chicken breast and when I looked again, it had totally cleaned it down to the bones.

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I saw E L and C N. E L was wearing a big hoodie with the name of the college we went to on it. Someone there said something about how they were violated emotionally. I was like, "dang, yo," in kind of a rapper's voice. Then I wondered why I impersonated that culture.

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There was something with a girl I knew from a meeting in my room. It was like she was jealous I was making more time for other people.

I think I moved too much before I began recalling these dreams. I needed to go to the bath room but I re arranged my bed and maybe I could have waited to rearrange my bed until after recalling dreams.

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Earlier in the dream there was some kind of long highway drive or plane ride. I couldn't remember as much about this.

Some fragments.

There was some kind of Beast Wars Scene with Rhinox. He looked "like a boss". There was another Maximal guy to his right, I forgot who.

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I was at this restaurant with these wealthy people. Writing something. Then I saw all of these wealthy people sitting around a table. They had some kind of mini anchor pendant things they were collecting. First the dream screen focused on one woman at the head of the table. Then it focused on a woman to her left, who had a big stack of mini boxes all around her. Each box was about the size of a soap bar. I wondered how I had lived my whole life not knowing about this belief system of theirs. I would have remembered this better if I had recorded it sooner, I think.

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There was something with Winnie the Pooh and Tigger. Then Tigger was flying through the hundred acre wood. Then his body morphed into some kind of support beam like you would see holding up the overhang by someone's front door. It was orange with black stripes like Tigger.

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I fell back asleep while thinking through those last dreams. Then I was dreaming of being in this store buying flowers. I was buying two boquet things of flowers. They were both marked to be 3 to 4 dollars. The lady at the register was weighing the flowers on some scale where I could see the bright green digital digits going all wild, but I didn't notice it was a dream. The scale said something like two point one pounds of flowers. The lady was ringing me up for 29 to 30 dollars though. A guy came up to my right and he was being pushy. He was saying some words. I was saying something like hold the clippings. I forgot why I was getting the flowers.

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I recovered the previous dreams by luck but I really would be better off recording them sooner. Sometimes I think I will remember next time I wake up and that tends not to be true.

More Dream Fragments.

I had a dream that was kind of cool. But all I remembered was being Link and spawning in this square portal. There was a walkway for me to go up. It was brown and like in video games, there was a black void all around it. To my right were two pots, one with gold, another with I think silver in it. This blue monster thing spawed a bit up the brown walk way, to the left side of it. I was still near the portal on this square platform. I walked near one of the pots. I threw the pot at the monster from long range and knocked it off the level. I was surprised though because it seemed to happen automatically. I forgot the rest of this. I was seeing it from the outside like in a video game.

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I was in the food store parking lot. I had those fabric grocery store bags. In them were some dirty tupperwares. I was wondering how I would grocery shop with those in there, as if I would be putting the groceries in the tupperwares. I thought I might wash them in the grocery store bathroom.

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I was in my bed room but in a dream. The sheets were all torn off the bed and the lights were on. I was wondering how this happened. Now that I think about it, there was a lot more in the dream that was different from waking life. When I looked again, my comforter had these brown or green circles of some kind of gunk on it. I thought it was from drool. I smelled it and it didn't have much of a smell. Then I went in the bathroom and the floor was white. The floor was all covered in a layer of puddled water. I wondered why. I thought it was waking life. I think i woke up still wondering how I would fix the water leak or something like that. How I could do dream state checks next time I see that in waking life, not realizing it had already been a dream! L O L.

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There was a part where I was looking in the fridge. Trying to remember a phrase from a previous dream, unaware it was still a dream.

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Something at my current house with mom and sister.

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There was another part where I was looking at this computer screen. There was this dial or adjustable bar that scrolled up and down, like a volume bar. But it changed the tint of the screen just from blue to purple or purple to blue. It seemed bright. I think it was part of an audio editing program.

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I had a false awakening to where I was trying to dream journal. I dreamed I had fallen asleep in my bed, laying on my back. My tan cushions were even on the bed, but when I woke up, I wondered how I had fallen asleep on my back. I was trying to record my dream. I had the same headset, even modified with the pop filter like my microphone I use for recording dreams in waking life. There was some rap music playing loudly and I wondered how I would recall my dreams. I would have to walk far to get anywhere quiet. And even if I recorded them, the music would get into my recording file. I remember hearing what I thought was a famous actor's voice saying he thought it was Dostoyevsky, kind of rubbing his chin pensively.

There were some people talking. There were these blue alien things. They had heads like a hammer head shark but these funny pokey mouths. I have to draw this. Then there was something that looked like a person kicking from within their stomach. They were saying the most powerful human on the planet was Arnold Schwarzenegger. There was some kind of high pitched voice saying that I think. This part may have been before the dream when I was Link, back in the beginning.

Notes.

My dreams tonight seemed thinner and my recall seemed lower, too. Seems like a bit of a dry spell for some reason. Every time I have a dry spell of dreams, I am wraught with worry all the next day, that I will have another dry spell the coming night. So I rack my brain to try to think of anything I could do to ensure I remember lots of dreams. I need to stop worrying and stop fighting it and just surrender. At least thats what I think. Sometimes my dreams and recall flow but other times they ebb and the worrying or trying too hard to figure out what I did wrong the next day might be counter productive.