dream fragment

1. S and E
I am talking to my cousin's children about their father. The are sad. S has tears in her eyes.

2. Professor Snape
I need some secret information and have somehow gained knowledge of the whereabouts of Professor Snape (who is not dead, but in hiding). The Professor is pretending to be a homeless person living behind a seedy bar. I go to him on a dark night. His cheeks flush red in anger when he sees me. "You shouldn't seek me out so openly!" he scolds me, "you could at least have pretended to be homeless for at couple of months first!"

3. FA chain
Just a long chain, at least five, FAs, talking to different people in between waking up in beds a lot.

I am at my home with some guests. One of the guests is this guy named Greg, an employee of the company I work with. Several other people are there. My daughter wrote on the new table we are sitting at with indelible ink and she also left deep scratch marks in the wood. I become enraged. My wife tries to calm me, but I am inconsolable. I have a temper tantrum and start hurling books against the wall and cussing up a storm. I don't care that we have guests over. Everyone leaves and a lady comes and takes my daughter away. She may have been CPS.

I have a scooter (motorbike) and someone gave me a bunch of helmets as a gift. I use the bike to get to and from work. I keep the helmets in a closet where there is a strange makeshift bathtub on the ground. There are towels at the bottom of the tub and water is running continuously on them. I put on the helmets, one by one, trying to decide which one looks best. I am aware if two things before my recall fades: (1) This closet is in my house, and (2) someone is in the bathroom with me.

Dreamt 1/09/2017

Fragments

Had a rather long and detailed dream, but somehow I forgot most of it when next came. I recall only some fragments, in one I was running somewhere, in another I made an overhead slash with a battle axe.

GUI

I was sitting with my friend with Witcher 1 running on my laptop. I realy liked it's GUI and showed it to my friend, thinking about using similar in next project I'm going to work on.

20 Jan

I find myself on the street with a decent amount of awareness. Hey, finally, I note to myself, I am actually asleep and lucid. I cautiously examine the trash cans and trees in front of me. I know there is no time to lose and I have to get the 3 step tasks going. Step one is telekinesis. I look around for a movable object. There a tire hanging from one tree but it as I try to TK it, it gets larger and larger and actually is now part of a construction and totally unmovable. Okay, let's try something else. I spot couple of leaves on the street which easily move but I am not convinced as it could be the wind. Finally, there's a ball that I tk around for a while.

It's a bright sunny day and am in the middle of a small park. I recall I had another brief ld earlier in the night. It's time to get started on the next step of the 3 step task - use a device. Couple of DC boys hold what looks like a mobile, but I find it easier to use mine. I put my hand into my pocket trying to get the phone out. As I do this, I feel my physical eyes move excessively, which make the dream collapse. I believe I am back to my bed and give up (actually it's just the void with only tactile sensations).

I have a short FA near a cool pool on a very sunny day and the music is playing "bai zi hua bai zi hua", one of my other goals. I walk around non-lucidly though and soon wake up.

Fragments:
I've finally finished laying out the tiles in my shower, and I'm smearing grout in the gaps between the tiles.

I grab my portable USB powerpack.

I am looking into a special monitor that tracks people via a hidden camera as they enter and exit a room. As I look into the monitor I suddenly see a couple of Mexican girls enter a hospital room from a camera underneath a bed. As I continue to watch the girls, they begin to morph into my own children. Fade recall.

I am given a gift of a solid 24 ounce gold bar by a black man who resembles the Rev. Jesse Jackson. He tells me that in time I can use the gold bar to insert myself into a FPS video game as the hero-shooter, but, as he says, "You'll have to work up to it." With the bar in my hand, I walk out on a balcony to see my children using it (the gold bar teleported from my hand to theirs) for a carnival game. They fasten it to the "Hit the Bell with the Hammer" game, as the metal piece that slides up to bang the bell when they hit the pad with the hammer. Fade recall.

I am observing a lady sitting by a lake who wants to be alone with a book. A friend soon joins her, and they both walk out on the frozen lake and sit on the ice. I decide to join them. I've brought a ball with me. I kick it hard and it sails far away. The lady with the book gets up to retrieve the ball. Fade recall.

Dreamt 1/06/2017

I do an IQ test. Then I am told to do another!!

I am flying in an airplane, way up above South Florida, and I can see the coastline of the Atlantic Ocean below me. The terrain lines keep changing every time I look out the window. Almost as if the land beneath me is alive and morphing and moving like some kind of wide, flat monster. I decide to land the plane and investigate. When I get out of the plane, I am joined by a minister of a Pentecostal church. As we both look down at the dream representation of the Florida coastline, the minister proceeds in "straightening out" and manipulating the terrain, as though the shape of the coastline were liquid or made of hair. He uses a knife to cut off and trim unneeded portions of the coastline. The unneeded portions are then swept away, like hair clippings on the floor of a barbershop. At this point, my recall fades but I do remember Cake's rendition of Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" playing in my subconscious (and I awaken with this tune playing in my dream ears).

Now, I am with my wife and our two nieces. We are wading in the water inside a little roped-off section of a canal near the pier. It seems we are waiting for someone, and as we wait, we swim. My nieces in the dream are young -- toddler size. IRL they are both in their mid-twenties, but this is how they looked back when they were babies. One of them -- the youngest -- has a floatie and she is kicking around in the water like a duck. My subconscious measures the depth of the water to be 10 ft. My other niece suddenly transforms back to her mature body and goes underwater. My vision underwater is clear and exact. Observing her, I sense she is in danger, and I come to her rescue. I bring her to the side of the pier. As she turns her back to me and lifts herself out of the water, I marvel at her body and think of how she's become sexually active and has already had children. I ruminate this as I think of her younger sister in a floatie beside her, who is still the symbol of innocence. It is a bittersweet, sentimental feeling.

The place where we are swimming is divided into sections designated by color. We are in the "blue" section. This "blue" water area somehow corresponds with the airplane trip and terrain manipulation I dreamt about earlier. The surrounding climate is sub-tropical. I look down and see a mapped coastline similar to the one the Pentecostal minister had manipulated earlier with a knife. Only this one was color-coded. I see different "blue" and "red" designated areas, and I find our "blue" swimming area on it.

I teleport to another section of Florida, this time back to my old childhood home (a dream sign). A pregnant girl is there with me, and we are waiting for someone. With us are three other guys. They are sitting at a table between my old bedroom and the laundry room. I am restless, walking back and forth, to the laundry room, back to my bedroom, back to the laundry room and around the table, over and over again. I tell everyone that while we wait, I'll start drinking. In the dream, I drink beer. Two of the guys at the table are hugging each other, and the other one is now standing behind them. They are friends with the pregnant girl, and although the girl is familiar to me, I do not know who the guys are. Dreamt 1/06/2017

Wheat transport

It was night, I got a mesage that there's a load of wheat grain to transport to a silo. I went to a tractor and hooked up a trailer and took the load to place of it's destination. The road was empty, there were no roadsigns, lights or any other vechicles. Until I reached the silo, everything faded to black.

Fragment

A blurry fragment, I was in home, can't recall anything more.

I am looking at my DJ on DV, and all the blue is now green. (all non-lucid).
WBTB

I am inside an airport, watching security people accost Magnus Carlsen, the current world champion of chess. At every turn they are pulling at his shirt and wrestling him against the wall. He is trying to leave the airport to get to his limo. I am told they are attacking him because he is the world champion. The scene at the airport fades and I am teleported to a sports stadium with Garry Kasparov. We are sitting in the front row and watching a chess match take place inside a boxing ring. I hear the announcer say, "Max Dlugy" and it appears Max is a coach for one of the fighters. One of the fighters is sitting on the ground with pink-dyed hair. His native language is German. In turn, this pink-haired fighter is himself a coach -- and he is coaching a female player.

Apparently, this is a match where the coaches are directly involved in the competition. The players fight the players, and the coaches fight the coaches. And each player has a coach and each coach is coached by someone else. It reminds me of an onion, unfolding more and more layers. Or those bulbous Russian Matrioshka dolls, where one doll fits inside another, which fits inside another, which fits inside another, et cetera. Kasparov is standing next to me and I am thinking of joining in the competition, even though I am nowhere near the strength of the other players. But I figure I'll still have a fighting chance, since Garry Kasparov is my coach. Dreamt 1/05/2017

01/17/2017
Dream Fragment One
Untitled
All I remember is that I woke up to some guys coming into my house, like they owned the place. I think they were supposed to be of some relation to my landlord and his son. They pretty much just made themselves comfortable, as if they were going to be staying for quite some time - one of them posting up in my windowsill and just gazing reverently at the outside world. I also remember that I was on the second floor of a two-story house.


Dream Two:
"Pencildragon"
(Lucid)

I was at some outdoor carnival or festival, held out in some rural field at dusk. Munching on cotton candy while I walked, I spontaneously realized that I was dreaming. Immediately, I was surprised at how much I could smell and taste the cotton candy (I have very few experiences with tastes and smells in lucid dreams), and even though the dream already felt very clear and grounded, I decided to take a few moments to touch my surroundings, running my hand along the wooden frame of a wooden kiosk nearby. Raising my free hand up in front of my face, I saw that my fingers were very wavy, which was a bit at odds with the solidity of everything else around me.

Quickly, I tried to think of what I had planned to do with my lucidity once attained it, before I'd gone to bed. I remembered the 'Tasks of the Month' and that I wanted to try the pencil task (which was to "ask a pencil to draw something for you"). I turned back to the kiosk, expecting to find a pad and pencil there, in which I could do the experiment. Sitting atop the counter, I found a pad and a few, loose, colored pencils. I picked up one pencil - blue, I believe - and set it in the center of the pad. Without speaking, I attempted to "will" the pencil to draw something for me. The only thing I remember, about the actual process, was the pencil moving back and forth and making a few scribbles, but it ended up drawing a (quite simplistic) dragon. (One of the art pieces I have been brainstorming on, in waking life, has been a dragon. I haven't yet drawn the final draft, but I did draw a dragon thumbnail, about a week ago).

Satisfied that I had completed the task, I took to the air and flew away from the carnival to do some exploring. While flying over the wide, green fields of the early evening countryside, I looked below me to see an actual dragon, roaming around the landscape and idly blowing plumes of fire at random. It had sort of a cartoonish, video game feel to it (I had been playing PlayStation VR, before bed - no dragon games, though), and felt as if it was just a manifestation of the dragon that was drawn on the paper. I decided not to bother with the creature and continued flying over the field. I don't really remember anything afterward.

I am at my uncle Dominic's house in West Palm Beach, Florida. The house has long, dimly-lit corridors in the dream -- corridors which do not look like this in reality. There are rooms off these corridors which are also unfamiliar. Guests are over for dinner. I don't know who these people are. I excuse myself to use the downstairs bathroom (there is no "downstairs" in his actual home). There are scorpions crawling around everywhere in the bathroom: all over the floor, on the shower curtain, in the bath tub. There is also a leak in the plumbing and water is pooling up on the ground. I am afraid that if I use the toilet, the bathroom is going to flood even more after I flush it.

I decide to go back upstairs to use the toilet there. On the way upstairs, however, I get sidetracked and venture outside where I run into his neighbor, an African-American lady sleeping on a hammock on her front porch. I awaken her to ask if she would like to have a new roof put on her house. The back of her house sports a beautiful Spanish-style tile roof; the front, however, is missing shingles and has no decking. It looks as though a tornado had destroyed it years ago and it was never fixed. She tells me she is interested. At that point, I remember I had to use the bathroom, so I tell her I can help her get a new roof, but first there was something I needed to do. As I head back over to uncle Dominic's, I notice I am completely nude (a missed dream sign). I am determined now to do two things: use the bathroom, and find my clothes.

As I enter into the house, I pass an Italian-looking guy who looks like he's in the mob. He is talking to my uncle in the kitchen, using his hands to gesticulate. An attractive older woman is standing next to him. I go upstairs and use the bathroom. While sitting on the toilet, I look around and notice all different kinds of clothes hanging from the walls: jeans, slacks, shirts, etc. All the articles of clothing are of the same color and pattern -- red and black striped -- and all the clothing is in pairs. As I am wondering what this means, a young kid enters and says he needs to get his clothes. His clothes are in very close proximity to me; some of the articles are even touching my legs and arms as I sit on the commode. As he collects his clothes, I try to help him by reaching out to the articles nearest to me. As I do this, other people begin entering the bathroom, including the Italian guy. He pulls up a chair opposite from me and tries to engage in conversation. Other men join in, and suddenly it seems all my uncle's guests are up here in the bathroom with me. I want to get up and flush, but am too embarrassed to do so, given the circumstances. My hands are covering my groin and I feel trapped. Fade out.

In this next fragment, I am seated in a restaurant with a group of friends. We are planning our night out on the town. A nagging thought keeps hitting me: My time would be better spent studying and preparing for my exams so I can fulfill the requirements needed to graduate (another missed dream sign). Two geeky guys are sitting across from me. They lean over and whisper in my ear that I if play some jazz guitar tonight, they'll hook me up with some girls looking for action. Dream recall fades. Dreamt 1/04/2017

Notes: Fell asleep super late, dreamed the paint shop literally falls apart (not really working there anymore). Dream becomes about hiding from bad guys and transformation

Paint Shop Literally Falls Apart
I'm in the paint shop working. There's a spiral staircase connecting the first floor of the shop to the second floor. (In waking there is only one floor). I need to go upstairs for some reason. As soon as I do, the ground begins to shake. The entire second floor is collapsing! We all try to balance the weight of the collapsing floor by gathering on one side instead.

But the floor is still falling. Ruby climbs a shelf and I follow after her. As the entire floor gives way the shelf falls towards the window. We climb on top of the window ledge as the second floor completely crashes. I wonder if anyone was down there.

The whole building is still shaking. She jumps from the window ledge to the stone wall that's outside (dream wall). The gap between the building and the wall is pretty big. I wait for the building to sway a little closer before making the jump. We climb over the wall and onto the other side, a grassy field. My dream seems to morph from there.

Transformation-Chase Dream
I'm hiding in the grass. By the fence theres a strange gang of people, both women and men. Theyre looking for me and my friends and laughing as to how they're going to hurt us. Still crouching down, I aim a gun at them and fire tranquilizer darts. But my aim wasn't good enough.

They chase me through the grassy fields and dilapidated buildings. I quickly hide underneath one of the buildings before they spot me. I don't know why I suddenly decide to transform into a winged cat woman under there. I thought maybe if they did spot me, they wouldn't recognize me because of my transformation.

They crouch down and take a look under the building. I plan how I would attack and escape. But I woke up shortfly after

A bunch of short dreams
My son wants me to read him the next chapter in a book. He says that my wife told him that he could only read the first twelve pages. I realize I must have heard him wrong and that my wife (who's currently downstairs) wants to hear me read too. Now I'm downstairs, and I see her taking out her knitting needles.

I'm walking around in an airport. Off to my right, I see a guard in the process of closing a HUGE door. It's about five feet wide, but it's probably fifty feet tall. He gets it closed and I see that it looks like a bank vault door, with lots of stainless steel pistons and wheels. I don't understand why such a door would be in an airport, but whatever. As I think more about it, I realize that the airport must be on lockdown and I won't be able to leave. I hope it doesn't last long; I just want to get home. Now I'm walking around in the parking deck.

I'm in a room with my son. Both of us are getting dressed to go to the beach. Now we're ready and with some other people, and I see that we have a bag of stuff that needs to go with us. Someone suggests putting the straps of the bag through my swim shorts' belt loops, but that sounds like a really bad idea: I'm not wearing a belt, and I don't want the weight of the bag pulling my shorts down.

I'm at my computer looking at the current Steam sale. I'm amused that there's another one, since the Christmas sale only just ended. I'd been hoping that some of my friends would pick up a copy of Portal for their family, but they missed out. I search for Portal, to see if it's back down to Christmas-sale levels, and am surprised that the search comes back with no hits. That's really weird. I try searching for Trine, and this time I get only a single hit on some Trine-related DLC but not on any of the Trines themselves. Weird ... Anyway, the DLC is cheap, so I decide to get it. Looking over its reviews, people are doing the usual rant about how much they hate paid DLC. I hesitate, hoping that I'm not wasting my money getting DLC for a game I don't actually own.


Fragments:
I recommend that someone use the IBM Single-Sign-On ID everywhere he can so that it's easier for him to download things and to "muddle his profile"?

My wife asks me for advice for something about which I know nothing.