dream fragment

Well, I just found this page by watching a youtube video that talked about Timeicos dreams and I realized that one of my dreams has several characteristics of that kind of dreams, I saw that someone had made a thread with similar dreams but I have not found it, however I want to tell you about this weird dream I had.

I was around 4 or 5 years old, I don't remember being sick or taking any medication, so I had this dream on a random night. The dream was about a black space, as if all the light had been absorbed, however I felt no fear, there was my 5 year old self in that space and on my sides were both my parents and my maternal and paternal grandparents, divided, but all whispering to me to pick up a crumb, I listened to them, I lifted the crumb and immediately the crumb became too big, it was too big, I thought it would crush me but immediately my arm began to swell and enlarge just as it did with the crumb, my whole body became huge, the vision was a bit grotesque and disconcerting. But that's not the end of the dream, the whole scenario was erased, it was like a change of camera because the dream stopped focusing on me, now it focused on a brick wall, I do not remember if it had color or was black and white, and out of nowhere came a sphere, it looked like a wrecking ball but it looked too spherical and without the chain that holds it, it seemed to hang by a thread, it moved slowly but it hit the small brick wall too hard collapsing it.
I don't remember the exact order of the dream, if it was the crumb or the wrecking ball first, but I remember it was like floating in the nothingness but at the same time stepping on solid ground, it was so strange, there was no light but I could see, there was no music, no sounds, only those strange whispers, I don't remember what I did when I woke up, but I remember dreaming more times about that dream, during I was 8-10 years old too, when I was 13 years old, the memory of that dream stopped being in my subconscious and passed to be in my conscious, from that moment I have had the knowledge and memories of that dream

Fragment:

I was running across the top of a waterfall. Bullets were flying. One hit a tree right next to my face.

Fragment:

I had a house. I knew it was mine, but it looked different from my actual house. It didn't have a garage and I remember wandering around looking for my car.

Old one!

1. (Fragment)

Lucid - although I barely remember. I stand at my kitchen counter in blue darkness, my mum on the other side, and pinch my nose for a reality check. It fails, and I know that I am dreaming - I wonder faintly how to keep my mum from finding out.

2.

I dream a song - it is a rap or more accurately, spoken. I recall hearing it in full, with distinct rhythm and what felt to be profoundly meaningful words, though I can't remember much now.

When I think of Amy Wine/
_.._.._/
_.._..and/
Laid the foundations/
Of beauty...

The song resounds in my mind as I fly over the city and the rooftops, feeling like a shooting star. The sky fades between several hazy, painted landscapes - sunsets, mornings - beaming light and colour. They are by her - she was an artist, surely.

3.

I am walking through the streets around my home - touring someone around, perhaps - perhaps I am experiencing a TV show about my area. It feels like that - like I'm not really here. Someone else's voice in my head explains to me what I'm seeing. I pass down a cobbled street, introducing the viewer to the pastry factory on the other side of the street - although it looks like a warehouse it makes the best cakes, and they're cheap! (IRL in its supposed location there is in fact a small film studio - it does look like a warehouse.) It's evening and the sky is indigo with a blurry slice of cold yellow at the bottom. I am heading home with a spring in my step - it should be almost dinnertime.

Once I'm back in my room, I reach for something on my desk and it's not there - strange - only a gap. This makes me feel odd so I move a few other objects to fill the space and placate my suspicions. When I look over to my bedside table, too, things I thought would be there are missing. My confusion grows and I rearrange some trinkets and ornaments so it looks normal, to take my mind off the weirdness.

I check my phone; I have an email notification. My parents were discussing my always being late and what they should do about it (??). It seems I was late to dinner tonight and my dad's response was to confiscate loads of my belongings. I can't believe he'd do this without even telling me, and the next thing I find missing, I storm out to confront him about it. I can't remember his response.

4. (Fragment)

An attic dimly lit with blue light. Open cardboard boxes are about, books stacked inside. There is a bookshelf against the back wall opposite the door and a small window in the slant of the roof.

Notes:

- More technology.
- Dream music! Who else has this happened to?
- Seems like a trend (with my last lucid dream) that despite being lucid I don't want DCs to know I'm dreaming or see me do anything abnormal. I really wonder why...

I was ordering takeout with my fiance. His mom was there who I quite do not like irl and so I simply told her "I haven't seen you in a while". Eventually morning came and we were still waiting on the sushi. Someone else we were with opted to order pizza, and so we were waiting for pizza as well. The place we were in was unfamiliar but it looked nice, albeit somewhat like a display in a store with how large the front window looking out onto the alley we were in was.

Next, I was in the bay area trying to locate the nearest practice space so my band could start doing stuff. Everyone else was there already and at first I was doing okay but eventually I found myself lost on the peninsula and was turned around quite a bit. I got help from the owner of a chinese restaurant that I promised I'd come back to afterwards and I was able to use their wifi. While trying to locate the studio in google maps which showed quite an odd version of the bay area and adjacent landmasses, I overheard a chinese woman talking to the owner, saying she was surprised she still remembered english. Afterwards I thanked them and was on my way towards geary street, which in the dream extended quite far down past san francisco. However, I found myself instead inside someone's incredibly poorly lit house. I found pieces of writing on the ground/on furniture and walls and pieces of paper that suggested that the person whose house I was in was an actor and eventually I found myself in the middle of my childhood kitchen. I hugged my grandma, who resembled more closely a stereotypical russian grandma and had an emotional moment with her where I said I felt bad that she probably always saw me as my mom's kid, which she seemed somewhat offended by in a "I would never see you like that" way before disappearing and leaving me in the kitchen. I gained lucidity when I realized that there's no way I could actually even be in this house anymore and I grabbed a small axe to defend myself before waking myself up and placing the hatchet on my computer desk. That being said I can tell you safely that I have never had an axe or hatchet of any kind so I don't know what that was about because it's certainly not there right now. It felt as if there was no clean transition between dreaming and wakefulness.

(At some point in a vaguely remembered separate fragment, I was discussing working with Set with someone I think)

I was ordering takeout with my fiance. His mom was there who I quite do not like irl and so I simply told her "I haven't seen you in a while". Eventually morning came and we were still waiting on the sushi. Someone else we were with opted to order pizza, and so we were waiting for pizza a well. The place we were in was unfamiliar but it looked nice, albeit somewhat like a display in a store with how large the front window looking out onto the alley we were in was.

Next, I was in the bay area trying to locate the nearest practice space so my band could start doing stuff. Everyone else was there already and at first I was doing okay but eventually I found myself lost on the peninsula and was turned around quite a bit. I got help from the owner of a chinese restaurant that I promised I'd come back to afterwards and I was able to use their wifi. While trying to locate the studio in google maps which showed quite an odd version of the bay area and adjacent landmasses, I overheard a chinese woman talking to the owner, saying she was surprised she still remembered english. Afterwards I thanked them and was on my way towards geary street, which in the dream extended quite far down past san francisco. However, I found myself instead inside someone's incredibly poorly lit house. I found pieces of writing on the ground/on furniture and walls and pieces of paper that suggested that the person whose house I was in was an actor and eventually I found myself in the middle of my childhood kitchen. I hugged my grandma, who resembled more closely a stereotypical russian grandma and had an emotional moment with her where I said I felt bad that she probably always saw me as my mom's kid, which she seemed somewhat offended by in a "I would never see you like that" way before disappearing and leaving me in the kitchen. I gained lucidity when I realized that there's no way I could actually even be in this house anymore and I grabbed a hatchet with my left hand to defend myself before waking myself up and placing the hatchet on my computer desk. That being said I can tell you safely that I have never had an axe or hatchet of any kind so I don't know what that was about because it's certainly not there right now. It felt as if there was no clean transition between dreaming and wakefulness.

(At some point in a vaguely remembered separate fragment, I was discussing working with Set with someone I think)

At one point I was in my bed silently worshipping/basking in the positive vibes of a few different demons, such as lucifer and ipos, but also a third deity whose name I don't remember. They radiated masculine energy and their name was one to two syllables. The color yellow was prevalent in my head at the time and their appearance in my head may have been not too dissimilar to a greek deity perhaps. Zeta made me food. Only we lived in my room. Everything looked a little emptier and a bit messier and the mini fridge was on the opposite side of the room to where it is irl

I don't know when this happened in the dream but I was talking to Edynn's grandparents and failed horrifically at recalling the czech I had learned. They were teasing me about it

I was doing my laundry in the parking lot of the arden fair mall and talking to people about musical gear

I was on the light rail at a passenger seat while someone operating the train was pirating stuff for my computer, ranging from games that don't exist to titles like subnautica. I saw a friend of axelle's outside at a train station and at one point I saw a digital sign being like "don't pirate games" with an angry face emoticon next to it that I disregarded

I found this really short trans woman at my old house being all weird. She was up to maybe my knees and I got mad and told her I could punt her across the street if I wanted to. Her height changed to that of roughly 6'7 and I immediately gained substantially different feelings about her. While distinct, her appearance resembles my girlfriend's friend who I have not met yet. I asked her how old she was and she said she was 37. We started to get quite sensual. At some point I was organizing vaporwave music and trying to move it from a dream folder into a folder on my irl computer. Cut to a different point in the dream. I'm trying to find this dream character's house, which I do successfully. It's quite a small area and she expresses the desire to have sex, which we begin to do.

At some point I'm in Edynn's front yard on a vibrant summer day except it's not her house because I suppose she doesn't exist in this dream. There seems to be a celebration of sorts going on, and I run into a childhood friend of mine who is still as he was when we were kids because I don't know what he currently looks like. I told him he looked like that one kid from the little rascals (which may have been kinda racist to say to be honest) and he says "oh hey he's actually upstairs playing video games if you wanna say hi" while absolutely going crazy on the drums. I head upstairs to find a very clearly queer teenager and I say hi while he keeps playing his switch/psp. I go to the room across from where I was on the upstairs level and somehow I'm convinced I have woken up until I see some peculiar looking old guys who questioned my awakeness. I then looked at my hand, which was missing a finger.


I wake up back in the reality where I am currently facing eviction from my house. I think someone was giving me a break, and I hope I run into some of these dream characters again.

The dream started with me floating in the back left corner of an indoor concert hall. I observed some sort of concert taking place. It wasn't lively, but eerily calm. It was pitch black around the venue. All I could make out was that the stage was black, and the crowd area was level.The lights were flickering, and the music sounded like a light industrial metal song playing - like a lighter version of skinny puppy's Convulsion. I float down to the crowd. Best way I can describe the scenery is that the crowd looked like a bunch of animatronics in the style of five nights freddies - half corroded and robotic. I stood there, some of them headbanging lightly to the music, the ones around me staring at me like they knew I didn't belong there. The way the lights would flash showing their faces was scary. I don't remember what the artists on stage looked like.

I don't remember how this dream started.
I was driving down a road at night. I could only see what was illuminated by my car's headlights. I was driving between a set of hills and mountains with forests covering them. I could see the silhouettes of trees on top of the mountain. I was driving on the left side of the road; there were two lanes. On the right, there were also two lanes. The two sets of lanes were divided by a small pedestrian walkway and streetlamps lining it. The streetlamps were off.
I realise I need to pee. I see lights in the distance on the right side. The shape tells me it's a garage. I go closer, stop on the opposite side next to some bushes. I look through the window and see there's a car parked on the grass in front of the garage, directly opposite of me. Someone is standing there looking at me. I feel self-conscious, because my body is making singing bowl sounds when I need to pee. I decided to deal with the embarrassment. I get out and start walking across the street. I look left and right... no cars coming. The atmosphere felt like a scene from a Hollywood sci-fi film. The person starts talking to me, and I realise it's someone from my schooldays. I don't remember what exactly we spoke about. I just remember when I spoke to him, it started to feel like my head was spinning sporadically, and I said "woah!" loudly. Saying this, it the word continued to echo. The more it echoed, the more I felt like I started to get removed from my body in different directions, but slowly. My eyes were closed. I feel myself falling to the left, but things started to feel like slow-motion. I open my eyes, and it's like I'm frozen in the air. My friend kept standing there not saying anything. I notice my body looks female. The disintegration feeling made me panic for a moment, but it started to feel like I was solidifying again. This made me feel ecstasy. When the solidification was complete, I realised I'm awake and in my bed. I went to the bathroom to finally pee.

Sunday: Definite Jamie drive by again. I was walking to reddi-mart to buy an evening coffee (2 minute walk from my house. Sometimes I buy a coffee from there from 5-7). There's a back alley route I take. I was walking from behind the store and to the side of the store when I noticed a grey car slam on it's brakes. I would not have noticed otherwise. Saw the familiar brown hair with bangs cut and large sunglasses . Kind of looked at me and resumed speed. I think I startled her, and she got startled again when she realized she hit the brakes. This was all in half a second. I'm thankful no one was behind her. She could have been rear ended. Like I said, I don't mind if she checks on me - if that's what makes her comfortable around me. As long as it's not bread crumbing. Baby steps I guess.

I asked her voice why she drives all this way? Why my town? She replied she came to see a friend. I'm like: Oh really is it a guy or a girl. And she replied: You're the friend I've come to see. Lol.

Asked Raven to help out in a dream. I noticed Jamie's house was creepy in my dream. Raven agreed despite being under some stress.

House

Vague dream of being in a creepy house. Some older lady interrupted me and some Korean girl in the house (Jamie). She kept making us collect things from the house and put them outside or something. I was hoping the woman would leave soon so I could be alone with the Korean girl. But she wanted us to check the addict or something for more items. I remember climbing a large staircase where the girl and the older woman were. I think we found something and the Woman put it outside. My memory just gets blurry after but continues on. Like trying to watch a movie on fast forward.

I didn't think it was about Jamie until Raven showed me her Journalled dream. Hers is way more detailed tho.

Jamie 1

I'm learning braids again on a head dummy. Jamie is there advising me on how to do it. She seems really encouraging.

Jamie 2

I was with Jamie again. She seemed stern about something. I don't know what. Is it something I was doing in the dream? Or something I'm doing while awake? Her head voice doesn't seem to take an issue with me as far as I know. But the voice isn't 100% reliable.

Jamie 3

Jamie seemed a little more stern about the issue she's having with me. I can't recall any details.

As far as the voice is concerned. The "relationship" seems more stable than ever. I sometimes ask her voice if this seems like a "real" relationship. Every time I ask the response is "Yes." As strange as it is I guess.

I fell asleep last night listening to various videos about quantum physics, the solar system, consciousness.. just hoping they could inspire some memorable dream states. Once again, I failed to record them immediately upon waking. But they did happen, and I will recall them to the best of my capabilities now.

I was driving my father's old Jaguar and got a flat tire. I remember feelings of embarrassment and shame, as it was due to foolishly driving up on a high curb or something careless.

I began playing drums and singing in what was to become a Jellyfish tribute band. Once again, I was elated at my ability to sing these songs well and harmonize with the other vocalist (who I believe was actually Roger J. Manning Jr of Jellyfish). It really was a great feeling, even better than my previous night's dream of singing Led Zeppelin.

The last instance I can remember, which I know was a very small part of a much larger scenario, was making eye contact with one of my sister's friends. She's someone I never think about, but this moment in the dream was powerful. It was as though I fell in love with her right there, just by locking eyes. A wonderful feeling, but it was fleeting.

There was more to these dreams, but that's all I can remember. I'm just hoping to continue on the path of hopefully inducing a lucid dream. I'll fall asleep listening to similar videos again and hope for the best. Additionally, I need to fight through the desire to go right back to sleep after waking from a dream, and just record it immediately.

Several different scenarios, all connected by a feeling. What would normally have been permeated by fear or a sense of dread was instead punctuated by calm and happiness...

First encounter:
There was this large collection of skyscrapers, interconnected by a kind of airport-esque system of subways and elevators. I was trying to reach my floor, where I was to attend what was, to the best of my memory, a job/lecture. My boss/professor was similar to my college history professor, a distinctly British man. Strange I cannot distinguish between this being my vocation or just a college class. I had several encounters in the buildings/elevators/subways with both strangers and familiar faces. At a certain point, the main entrance to my building was closed, and I struggled to find another way inside.

Second:
I was with my family, I believe we were discussing politics in an outdoor pavilion. Fairly out of the ordinary for my family to do this. I was to travel to our beach house, and I think my dad was waiting for me there. I can't remember the details of this encounter, but I do recall the feeling distinctly. It was a kind of sickly/sweet happiness, like a fabricated ease. Only upon waking did I question the fact I was feeling so at ease in these dreams. But it did make for an unusually enjoyable experience.

Third:
I was at a concert or possibly a music festival, it was nighttime. Once again, I encountered both strangers and friends. I was walking around, it was red and black, kind of carnival-like. Some members of one my bands were there and we exchanged words. I think it was friendly. A part that sticks out was a singer preforming a Led Zeppelin tune and forgetting the lyrics. One moment she put the mic in front of an audience member, who sang the incorrect lyrics to the song. She scoffed at him and moved on. Eventually I took over and began singing the bridge portion of Stairway to Heaven. I remember being quite pleased that I was able to hit the high notes pretty well, but nobody seemed to take notice.

I wish I had recorded these dreams immediately upon waking. They were still so fresh and vivid this morning. I can only remember fragments and feelings now. But these encounters really gave me a strong, new feeling. It was powerful enough to make me journal them. I hope to continue these recordings as regularly as I can, and ideally get to a point where lucidity would be possible...

In light of recently reconnecting with an old school chum in waking life, I found myself in his presence within my dream. He was sort of guiding me along a path on some island where he lived. We came across a ferry that took us a short way across a very narrow river. On the other side, we met up with a few of his friends, some of whom I seemed to know, others I did not. I remember having packed an excessive amount of clothing, and fussing over what I would change into. I think my little sister showed up at one point as well. There was some important crux to this dream I am forgetting, but I really hope to start journaling regularly again. I need a greater sense of spiritualism and synchronicity in my waking life, and I used to obtain often those from my dream life. Here's to hopeful, consistent Dream Journaling once again.

Lucid Dream - DILD
I’m showing a dream character how to do a reality check, then realize I have extra fingers. I double check my hand to confirm that I’m dreaming. I try and stabilize by rubbing hands together, and eating strawberry. The strawberry has a faint taste, so I ask if it can be sweeter with moderate success. Then think I need to complete the epic weapon creation task but fall back into dreaming.

Dream #1:
It’s night and everything’s quiet. I can feel the cool air. I’m looking at the inky black starlit sky and a bright shooting star arcs through the sky with a super long tail. It’s gets brighter and brighter until it hits the ground right next to me. It creates small crater and I immediately go to pick it up. There’s another person with me, who gets wet paper towels to help pick it up in case it’s hot. The stone is oblong smooth and about the size of my hand. It looks like labradorite. I feel the wet paper towels as I pick up the stone, but it’s not hot. I knew other people would be after this stone, so I go into my childhood home to find a hiding place for it. I go to the dining room and lift up one of the wood floor boards, thinking to hide it there. However, as I pry back the board and look through, I see that instead of a space to hide the stone, I’m looking through a portal that opens from the ceiling and looks down at myself prying up the floor board. Kind of an infinity portal/mirror effect is created. I’m somehow able to hide the stone in this portal zone just as a scary man enters the house, looking for the stone. I run into the basement, and out the basement hatch which leads outside. Once outside, I realize that the chandelier is swinging in the dining room since I bumped it while reaching through the ceiling portal. I’m afraid the man will notice it and realize where I hid the stone, so need to go back and fix it. Outside I meet Dr. Suess-like animal with portal mouth that I jump through to quickly get back to the chandelier and stop its swinging before the man sees.. I pop back outside and the man is suspicious that I’m tricking him. I see that he is now holding my sister hostage, so I’m unsure what to do.

Dream #2:
I’m at some sort of fundraiser campaign for an old politician. I’m in charge of the money and have lied about some sort of large donation for the campaign. I approach the candidate, who is an elderly man, and I ask if he’s ok with the lying and he says we have no other choice. I disagree and realize that we will be found out and his career will be ruined. It’s better not to win than to have this happen. I rush downstairs to try and find where I put the paperwork. On the way, I get stuck in reoccurring wood dream staircases behind the walls of the building complex. I’m trying to find the basement room where I hid the paperwork, but can remember which staircase leads to it.

Dream fragments:
Dream fragment where I’m walking next to a woman with two dogs. One is a German shepherd that I pet and it seems friendly. I belatedly ask for permission, and it is granted. We come upon a really steep grassy hill, almost in the shape of an amphitheater. Other people are sliding down the sides, and we do so as well.

Dream fragment where partner and I are watching movie. Its black and white on a projector, and other dream characters seem interested to watch too.

Lucid Dream:
I used MILD, reviewed my dream signs, and what I was gonna do lucid in that dream. Song “Hiraeth” by Clemens Ruh from prior dream kept playing through my head. Took me a while to fall asleep so I tried SSILD, which turned into WILD and I slid into light sleep paralysis. I asked for lucid dream, but nothing seemed to happen. I was super tired and felt awake in my bed. I assumed it didn’t work, but I worked up the energy to do a RC by looking at my hands. It took a lot of energy to move my hands through the sheets and lift my head. Lo and behold I had extra fingers, making this one of the most convincing false awakenings.

I immediately spring out of bed, and rub my hands to stabilize the dream. Everything is super vivid, however it feels like I have one eye closed so I spend a moment trying to regain depth vision. My first task is to control the elements. I’ve worked with water and wind before, and wanted to try fire for the first time. I lifted my hands in front of me and willed flames into being above my palms. It was really faint at first, but I imagined using my body heat/energy to ‘heat’ up the flames and they became more stable. Still fairly subdued, so I’d like to try again at some point. At that moment, a hyper-real, very physical/sensual man walked right up to me. I do not recognize him from waking life.

It was hard to deny his physicality and I could feel the warmth of his body and pull of his attraction. We chatted for a while and he wanted to engage in "things". We chat briefly about how it feels so real and physical, and if because of that it counts as much as in real-life.

At various points in our conversation I try to sneakily summon a wall that I can walk through since it is on my list as my second task, but unfortunately a wall doesn’t appear and the man is still a distraction haha. The scene shifts and I notice that the man now has the head of animal. This reminds me of my third intention which was to transform fully into an animal. I know it’s out of intended order, but seemed relevant for what was happening so I gave it a try.

I think of the leopard from my prior dream and feel myself morph onto all fours. I look down and see bright orange leopard paws and claws. They are little deformed and too bright so I spend a moment dulling the color and getting the shape right. At that moment I notice there is a wall in front of me. It seems like there are blue stained glass windows in the upper half, and I immediately think now's my chance to practice phasing through. In leopard form, I leap through, but realize I closed my eyes at the last second passing through so it doesn't count. I turn around and try again, but this time the wall almost flips aside like it’s a made out of flimsy plastic. I try one more time and make sure to keep my eyes open and focus on phasing through the wall fully and it works.

The whole time I’m doing this, the now animal-headed man is looking very confused and is trying to follow me back and forth through the wall. He ends up getting stuck on the other side after I phase through.

I end up landing into another false awaking, and do another reality check, but didn’t catch it that time so ended up slipping into a non-lucid dream.

NDL #1:
A group of us are setting a trap for the “enemy” but something about our plan fails and they find out. However the entity we’re up against plays “dumb” for us and sends someone to trip the trap anyways. This person turns out the be a friend. The trap is elaborate and involves him interacting with many different parts. I’m watching him from underneath some furniture so he cannot see me. Once he finishes setting the trap knowingly something changes - There is a brief moment where he is shown as a leopard running (in a new scene). Behind the scene I hear the song “Hiraeth” by Clemens Ruh distinctly playing and I wake up.

NDL #2:
I’m playing fiddle on the promenade next to a beach. I’m playing a slow Irish Air and a middle eastern family comes up intrigued by the tune. The handsome adult son walks up to me and says sounds it sounds like Afghan 'prison' music (not trying to be rude…more it’s just a lament and prison is a sad place to be). A friend pops in to say it’s Irish but originally probably British. Scene shifts to riding in the back seat of a car with the middle eastern man. He wants to play music so he brings out his instrument, which looks like a hammered dulcimer, but played with a short bow. He also brought a violin he can play. A friend is also in the car, and ends up borrowing the violin. I start playing Sí Bheag, Sí Mhór, and both the middle eastern man and my friend join in beautifully. He says this song is brighter than the first one I played, and I reply that is because I never got to the higher octave play through when he first heard it. Scene shifts and we’re driving through random parking lots. My sister, is in front of me now.

NDL fragments:
In a reoccurring area where conflict happens. Usually there are wooden arenas and hills in the area. In this particular dream I’m escaping a pursuer in a rock garden with a lot of cacti and succulents. I try and hide in the shadows to escape from the bright sun.

Advanced combat teams in circular looking submersibles are in a water combat course. They work their way up river firing projectiles from the submersible.

My mom is doing some sort of performance art in her office at home. There is a large crowd in the room so it’s hard to see the end, but her final act in the performance is to feign death. The crowd applauses at her performance and afterwords she goes with me to the buffet to get her sandwich.

Dream #1
Get dropped off at airport gate by van driver who’s doing individual rides. Get to security and realize I’m traveling with a bunch of paraphernalia that I need to sort. There are a bundle of wood wands from my childhood that had been cut at the ‘handles’ and separated. I also spent a long time anxiously trying to put out a variety of incense that wouldn’t stop burning. I was worried that security would catch the smoke.

Dream #2
At the Japan airport gate. My sister is trying to change her seat from Red 9 to the lounge because she missed her connection last time she sat in red 9. She points to confiscated items under the help desk, picking up a lighter, to show her ask is reasonable but it’s denied by old Russian man behind desk. We board the plane.

Dream fragment #3
I’m hiding under some slatted stairs and a friend is teasing me with realistic stuffed animals that he had made.

Dream fragment #4
On top of moving train. In some sort of hammock and trying not to lose my keys or other things out of my pocket through the hammock netting.