non-lucid

Unfortunately, my recall has been shoddy recently so I can't explain the whole dream. However, one part particularly stood out; I was sitting at my desk in the living room (which I haven't done in years), flicking through some gameboy games. I took a look at a game in a red cartridge (as if it were Pokemon Fire Red) and noticed it was one of my "favorite" games. I then explained what it was as if my dream were a television program as snapshots of gameplay showed up in my vision.

What makes this most interesting is that I had been inside this game before in a previous dream, playing it like a top-down Zelda game. The only thing I saw in this dream of it was the character killing a snake in a room that gave me a lot of trouble, but it still amazes me that that particular dream decided to show itself again.

I've been lazy recording my dreams so I may as well catch up now. I've been listening to the Inception soundtrack, which has inspired me!

A couple a days ago I had my longest dream I've had for a while, unfortunately its been a few days so I've probably lost some details. I remember going to my local paintball course and finding out that they had new paintball guns. These guns could hold a much larger amount of ammo, but we were not allowed to take any extra ammo onto the field when we used them. I fired off a few shots from the edge of the course to test it. It looked and felt just like the regular guns. There were only a few people with me at the time. None of my usual paintballing friends were there.

Later on...
Something was happening. I think I was in a house. I remember thinking "This is probably a dream." That caused me to pause and realised that this was definitely a dream! When I became lucid I was standing in the laundry of the house I was in. At this point I paused to take in the incredible clarity of the surroundings. I'm usually bad at maintaining lucidity, so I tried to engage my dream senses as much as possible. This seemed to solidify the dream, but I was still scared to close my eyes in case I lost the dream. This wouldn't be a problem for most people, but my most reliable way of teleporting in dreams is to place a portal on a wall and travel through it to my destination. I can only seem to do this with my eyes closed, hence my dilemma.

Instead, I decided to try a few other tricks that I have heard about. I had a look in the laundry cupboards to see if I could find anything awesome to help me teleport. Unfortunately I only found normal laundry stuff. Another technique I have heard is to reach into your pocket and pull out a button. The button is then able to do anything that you want. I tried reaching into my pocket, but again had no luck. By this point I was getting annoyed at my complete lack of dream powers. Not too much later I woke up. I'm pretty sure I woke up into another dream, as in the morning I had nearly forgotten that lucid.

Last night:
I had a few dreams, but this one is the most clear as I was still having it when I woke up. I was at a beach with a few of my friends. We found a place just behind some sand dunes to chill and hang out at.

Much later I returned to the beach with my friends (I think they were still the same ones). We tried to find the same spot behind the dunes, but the tide had come in a lot. We found the spot, but now we had to wade through water to get there. We climbed through a tunnel in the sand dune to get there. I ended up climbing into a sand-dune-cave (which was not what we were at before). One other person climbed in too. It was very cramped (you had to crawl to fit in) and we were unlikely to fit anyone else in there. I saw a small snake in the cave. It started moving towards me. I told the other person in the cave to get out of the cave, as I couldn't get out while they we still in there. Then the snake then crawled into my pants. It looked like a diamond python, but I didn't want to take any chances. I slowly and carefully crawled out off the cave so that I didn't disturb the snake in my pants.

When I crawled out of the cave I was back in my room at home. I got the snake out of my pants and threw it on the floor. The snake grew to about 50cm and turned into a rattle snake. I was unsure what to do about the snake in my room. Someone (who was also in my house), told me I should just take the snake outside and kill it. I didn't want to try that as I was concerned that the snake was deadly. The person grabbed a shovel and killed the snake in my room. I was happy that the snake was finally dead. I think the person then asked if I had any more snakes in my room. I said I didn't think so, but they had a look any way. As they looked at the foot of my bed a huge (at least 3m) yellow-bellied black snake reared out from under some boxes at the foot of my bed. The person leapt back in surprise and started fighting the snake. At this point I woke up.

For the next 10 or 15 mins I kept checking behind my back for snakes, even though I knew I was awake!

Some kids from school and I were messing with some weird bug thing.

Last night I had a ton of false awakenings, and a lot of them involved math homework that I had forgotten to do IRL the before I went to sleep and me scrambling to get it done in study hall before class.

So the first time I remember I was in the car and one of my parents was driving (although I usually drive myself to school). Anyways, then I can remember frantically scrambling to get my homework done in the car. I can even remember what the problems were! I had to do like, 20 problems involving dividing polynomials.

This was the only dream I vividly remember, however as the morning proceeded I kept having all of these false awakenings where I was really nervous about going to school since my homework wasn't done. It was like repeating the horrible waking up process to go to school OVER AND OVER. I am already not a morning person, and this certainly didn't help. It almost felt like a relief when I finally ACTUALLY woke up... until the moment where you get out of the shower and it's 6 AM and you are freezing, and realize you have to go to school for 9 hours and... yuck...

Anyways ya... that's it from last night.

See ya

14.10.2013

Hidden base and teleporting. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a huge undreground base that only could be accesed through a small hatchet. It appears that there was a huge mall underneath and my mom was in charge of the whole thing.

As I went down, they were closing up and I saw some friends from my high school times. They were somehow making fun of me because the whole event ended, and I felt upset with my mom about it.

I then left and met with a friend and started to teach him how to teleport, but I would fail the two first attempts. On the third one, I would teleport with some friends who I used to play mtg with.

I wanted to share with them some of my psychic abilities, my development, etc but since they are Christian I hesitated to, as I was tired to being called devilish.

I then saw my dad and shared with him some stuff about the Astral Realm.

14.10.2013

Mafia at the mall. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in some sort of mall that had a convention center. The walls were pale yellow and the mall did not appear to be in a very good shape. It seems there was some sort of mafia thing going on, something related with very powerful sport cars.

They had a private room where they had some cars displayed and I started to pick in opening the door from one of the edges. I wondered if I was getting so involved that the security guys would go after me.

Suddenly, the cops arrived and the door opened abruptly. I thought if I just stayed at the door the would say nothing to me, but it was not the case, they were walking at me. One guy, heavy and strong build with a gray jacket, black tie, hat and sunglasses was approaching at me. I started to walk away like if nothing happened, but he chased after me until I woke up.

Time Lucid - DEILD (30sec), False awakening 1 (30sec), False awakening 2 (2min)
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

Dream Fragments:
I'm watching TV at my house, and I see my Dad.

I'm looking into the trees/ditch, where I used to run around the c-town football ground.

DEILD:
I'm at my primary school, on the oval at night. I was thinking of having a wank on the oval (right.. getting my creep on I see.) I see a girl walk passed the fence, and she was dragging a sheet along with her. I wake up and begin the DEILD process. I've been on a bit of a dry spell and got a tad excited and got up too early out of my dream body. My vision was pretty messed up looking, so I decided to take off my glasses which worked for more clarity. I check my hand for a reality check, but just do it out of habit, due to the fact I know I'm dreaming. I double check by levitating myself up to the ceiling of my room and touch the roof. I walk out of my room and notice that my Dad is making his bed, but the room looks different. I try and piss him off for the hell of it as he makes his bed. I then wake up.

False Awakening 1:
I get out of my bed and look at my hand, and notice I have 3 fingers. I'm dreaming. I look around for a pill in my draw, expecting it to be there and being LCD. I keep coming up empty, but I do find some empty medication tabs. I look towards my bed and see that there is another empty tab. I decide to fly out of my room, low to the ground. I fly through the kitchen and passed Dad's lounge room. I notice that someone is in the lounge room as I pass and I pull on the brakes and slide across the floor. I begin to wake up and I prepare for a DEILD chain. The scene re-appears, laying in the exact same spot. I rush through the transition and fail the DEILD *shakes head* so impatient lol.

False Awakening 2:
I'm in my bedroom standing up, I do a RC and realize I'm dreaming. I begin to stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands together, and taking off my glasses which helped a lot. I look at my hands and really study them to get the scene even more vivid. I walk out of my room into the lounge room where Dad is. I see that he's half on and half off the couch, asleep with a blanket half over him. I try and wake him so I can talk to him, but pushing him a little. He awakens and still looks half asleep, and doesn't want to make convocation. I give up on Dad and walk into his bedroom, and walk towards his bed. I look to see if Mum is under the blankets (or anyone else). As I lift the blanket up, I see a dog walk out from under the blankets. It's not my dog Rex and it is a lot bigger then my dog. I look at my hands again to try and keep this lucid dream going, as the recent lucid dreams have been very short). My hand looks as if they are cracked. I continue to really focus on them. I felt confident the dream would last longer now. I figure I should leave the house (I usually never make it out of the house). I walk towards the door, intending to go across the road to the neighbors house to see who I could meet and talk to/have sex with (my penis gets the better of me a lot). As I reach the door, my alarm goes off and wakes me.

I've never had more then 2 lucid dreams in 1 night. I'm wrapped with getting 3. What made it better was it was coming off of a dry spell

I'm on a basketball court at my primary school. It's night time, and I'm looking into the sky for some reason with other people. I see 3 moons, which looks pretty damn cool. I see a police car on the basketball court. I feel as if something wrong had happened and think it's because Daryl had left us.

I notice Daryl is in a cop car hiding. I'm now in the passenger seat and see Ian Healy (Ex Australian Cricketer). It was as if he was recording a commercial. I see that he's wearing a fluro vest. I look towards the road and people keep walking and riding right in front of him, not even realizing that we almost hit them. This happened multiple times and I said, we must be dreaming or something, this is crazy (I do not RC).

Ian Healy (Ex Wicket Keeper for Australia)

I'm now in the backseat of the police car and see a police men pull a girl I was with out of the car. She has a blanket over her. The police man starts to punch her, and I step in and try and defend her. I think I was raining elbows onto or he may have been elbowing the girl.

Dream 1(fragments):

Was playing some platformer game.

Dream 2(fragments):

Something about futuristic city and pipes

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing Terraria with SilentEternity and there was a new mod pack for it. We installed it and it added alot of things and also made game 3D somehow. We started in a pit made of stone of reddish color and were discussing mod features, there was some kind of research system and faction system that activated with hardmode, which included friendly dragon faction. At one point we were attacked by some random dude that was calling himself 'Creator of minecraft' and had ability to teleport around. Then later we have reached a village, but then suddenly massive blizzard started and it was too difficult to continue so we decided to sya at the village and play hearthstone card game with inhabitants(somehow) and i've apparently had a legendary that was some fleshy golem thing.

I had a somewhat frustrating dream... I was in a car and I think my parents were there too... one of them was driving. I can remember the road very clearly. Then, the car turned into a bus and I was talking to a woman I know online. She's a very good friend of mine and she was there with her son (she has two, but only the youngest was there). She's from Czech Republic, so it was hard talking to her, I could feel that my English was kinda bad, but we still managed to talk for a while. Then, she said it was her stop. I told her that sick children deserve at least three balls of ice cream when they get better (in real life, her youngest son has just gotten out of the hospital).

They left and that's when I realised I was lost. I somehow knew I was in Chile, but the people inside the bus were speaking another language. Sounded a bit like Swedish, I think. Definitely not Spanish. I figured that it was okay. If I stayed in the bus, I'd get to a big bus station, since all buses end up there, and from there, I could find a bus to take me to... I couldn't remember the name of the city where I was supposed to go. I kept thinking it was Lima, and then having to tell myself that Lima is in Peru.

A guy sat next to me and he was Brazilian. I quickly took his arm and asked him what the name of the big city in Chile was. He was like "uh... Santiago?" and I was all "YES THANK YOU", and then I used my phone to get a plane ticket to Santiago. The site was a mess, I found lots of links, but none of them were right for me (there was one for getting a plane ticket to London, for example).

So yeah, basically, I was lost the whole dream. On the bright side, I was always looking at the road and the scenery, it was all very pretty. Who knew that my version of Chilean countryside was so gorgeous!?

I need to write more of my dreams down in my dream journal, i just go right back to sleep and I can only remember the last dream..

one of my dreams had andrew matthews in it, childhood friend

had some others but COMPLETELY FORGOT THEM

last dream I was in looked like a school and I was walking around in it. Looked like some sort of combination of the middle school and high school I went to. I remember going into a room full of computers and my friend Anton gave me a key that just looked like a tiny black rectangular prism and he said to use it to get another key from the PC (personal container). So I went looking around outside and went through this cafe and he asked me telepathically or through some earpiece somehow if i found it and I said I couldn't find it so he was gonna come down to show me. By that time I was outside and a bunch of other guys were hanging around. We were in the grass outside of the school and we all decided to go find it. Eventually we found this old abandoned wooden house in the middle of nowhere and the other guys wanted to use the PC to skate all over and Anton said no. We went into the house and looked around and I was following Anton along this incredibly weird and complex second floor pathway that looked like scaffolding except wooden. Then I saw this huge spider web and I asked Anton how he got past it. It was like this huge spiderweb that went in like a sideways pyramid from where I was standing. I didn't want to walk through it so I jumped down to the first floor and there were spiderwebs all over the floor. I tried to leave but my hands started bleeding from the spiderwebs and I finally made it outside the gates of the house where there were no spiderwebs. I think I met some girl outside the gate but I'm not sure, thats all I remember.

October 13, 2013

A side-note
A lucid dream
A dreamsign

These dreams came after insomnia kept me awake from 1:30 to 4:30. Before going back to bed, I listened to the dreaming self-hypnosis files I made for myself.

Drugs at a wedding
I'm at a wedding with my wife. We're walking around "back stage." Lots of people are moving around, getting ready. We pass the photographer's area and see at least half a dozen giant camera lenses - they're inches wide and at least a couple of feet long. I think ruefully back to the few weddings we shot with our "cheap" DSLR.

Now I'm standing above the seats. The place looks like a concert hall, with the seats in a semicircle around the stage. The floor is incredibly sloped, going down at at least a 45 degree angle. There are countless rows, so the stage is far, far below me. The curtains are still drawn. My wife is sitting on the top row, which is still a good 10 feet below me. Her chair is all by itself, with a table and lamp next to it. I realize she'd expected that I would sit with my friends while she stayed in the back to feed the baby. Now I'm next to her, seeing if there are any seats nearby we can move to and sit together.

Now we see a group of her old friends a few rows beneath us. They see us, too, and are waving at us to come down to them. Now we're with her friends. They're in a roughly circular area that's clear of chairs. I don't know any of them, so I'm staying at the edge of the clearing, near the chairs. I want to sit down, but even though this area doesn't have many people sitting in it, they're sitting in such a way that no three adjacent seats are empty: if I'm going to sit, I'm going to have to sit next to someone. I finally resign myself to it and sit by a stranger.

Now my wife is gone - I don't know where to - and her friends are acting very strange, very loopy. They're trying to give me something that will make me feel really good. I don't know what's going on, but I want no part of it, so I start to walk away. A girl from the group comes running around in front of me and tries to slap something on me. I don't know what she's doing, but I'm sure it's nothing good, so I dodge. I think she missed me, but then I notice there's a small sticker on my nose. With horror, I realize it must be some kind of drug patch. I try to peel it off, but it's too late. I feel the drug start to take effect, and the world slips away.

Now I'm on a pool deck. I feel very strange, and I'm not myself. I think I'm a mouse, though I'm really just very small. A tiny dog is nearby. The deck furniture towers around us. We swim out into the pool and make it to a small floating platform, which we climb onto. I manage to tie the platform to the dog, then we both jump back in and swim back to the pool deck, with the dog dragging the platform behind itself.

Now I'm in a dusty town. Something is wrong, though I'm not sure what. I see the town sheriff and deputy go up to a large door with two keyholes. They each take a key, insert it into a keyhole, and turn at the same time. Somehow, I know that they were given these keys by a stranger, and that by unlocking this door they've corrupted themselves and unleashed destruction on the town. Now I'm running from something in the town.

Now I'm running down a wide hallway when giant yellow squash, a.k.a. Squashers, come bounding in from the other direction. I hope they didn't see me and try to get out of their way, but one veers off towards me. As it's pushing me towards the back wall, I wonder what it's like to be killed in a dream. That stray thought gets me lucid.

Candy and flying
Now I'm in a small room, the size of a small closet. It's kind of like a little tiny cubicle, since it's not actually closed on all four sides. At this point, as is usual for my lucid dreams, I'm still following the dream's plot. I decide to make the room bigger, so I point at one of the unconnected edges, then move my finger, and the edge of the wall follows my finger, growing longer. I make a similar gesture and push the wall back.

Then I remember that I have 2 goals I want to accomplish (flying and one of the basic tasks of the month, eating candy) and I should be doing those instead. I decide to tackle eating candy first. I start to think about how best to summon some candy. I remember that most of my attempts at direct dream manipulation in the past have failed, so that's out. Believing that something exists behind me, then turning and finding it, has always had a great apeal to me; unfortunately, it's also always failed in the past. Then, I remember reading that ordering DCs to change the dream tends to be very reliable, so I decide to try it. I walk through the gap in the wall into a living room. A few women are sitting around on overstuffed chairs, some with ottomans, some without. I walk up to the nearest one. She's in a tan chair next to a small round side-table with a lamp, with her feet resting on an ottoman. She's wearing an intense blue, maybe a purple. I tell her to give me candy.

She looks up at me, and I see that she's a friendly middle-aged woman. She gives me a motherly smile, grabs her purse, and starts to look through it. It's packed full of odds and ends, but nothing looks like candy. She looks up at me, then points to a long, narrow, zippered bag (also a violent blue) on the ottoman. It's already open, and it's packed to overflowing with all sorts of candy. I pick it up and look through it. I remember that in the waking world I'd been planning to try to eat some chocolate, so I look for a chocolate bar. I manage to find a "Fun Size Snickers" bar near the top of the bag, so I take it. I tear off the wrapper and look at it. It looks just like a tiny square chocolate bar, with smooth brown sides and a wavy top. I take a bite through the middle; it tastes like chocolate. I look at the section I bit through and see that it looks like a Three Musketeers bar, but with a thin ribbon of dark chocolate running through the middle. It actually tastes about as it looks.

One goal finished, one to go. I leave the house through a sliding glass door. I find I'm at the top of a grassy hill. In front of me, the hill leads down to the ocean. I can see the waves lapping against a rocky shoreline with just a bit of sandy beach. Off to my right are a few trees. To my left, the grassy hill just goes down with nothing in the way. I turn to the left and start to run down the hill, then jump up and spread my arms like wings, holding them straight out to my sides. At the height of my jump, I'm three or four feet off the ground, but I quickly come back down and stabalize in a glide just a foot or two above the ground. It's not quite the flight I'd hoped for, but I'm still moving quickly through the air.

I'm half pleased, half disappointed. Gliding in the air was neat, but I'd really wanted to *fly*. Now I'm back at the top of the hill. I get another running start, jump, spread my arms, and start flapping. I have a clear picture of the roofline of the house - I believe I managed to hang in the air for a few seconds this time before coming back down. This time, I'm gliding so low that tall pieces of grass are hitting me in the face.


Motorcycle seat
I'm outside with Andrew, looking at his small motorcycle. He's trying to fix it, but he needs to go get something. He asks me to hold the bike while he steps away. Now I'm holding the bike, but I don't know why. Don't motorcycles have kickstands? I look down and see not one but two: one on the front-right, and one in the normal place at the back-left. Both kickstands are already down, so I gently let go of the bike to see what'll happen. The bike starts rolling forward, pushing the front-right kickstand back. The rear-left one is holding. I stop the bike and try to reposition it so that it'll stay up on its own.

Now Andrew is back out with another man, someone who looks at home on a motorcycle. There's something wrong with his seat. It's a piece of leather with a plaid pattern inserted into a square wood frame. During the cut, they removed the sealant keeping it watertight and pulled it up from the frame, away from the glue that held it down. They've fixed whatever the problem was and have re-glued it, but now they're worried about how to reseal it. They keep talking about using tape, but none of us likes that idea, since it wouldn't work very well, not to mention looking very tacky. I suggest using more of that same acrylic sealant that was used on it originally, but they shoot that idea down. They're fixated on trying different kinds of tape. I'm still convinced the clear sealant is the way to go, but I suggest they should call the motorcycle company and see if they can order some of the original compound. They consider the idea for a moment, then realize that it's a holiday so the company won't be open, and later in the week is an important company event, so they'll be too busy to talk to people about fixing broken seats.

Dream recall from today"s WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was reading someone's dream apparently on a side that looked vaguely like DA, it was about an island and a blue dragon.

Dream 2(fragment):

i was talking to friends on skype.

Dream 3:

I wake up in bed but i am in different room. There's a collection of dragon plushies in front of the bed and some of them are a bit changing so i am dreaming, i try to phase through window but dream destabilizes and i bounce off, then it fades out.

October 12, 2013

A third-person memory
A dreamsign
Missed opportunity

At the beach
I'm standing by the road near a beach. From where I'm standing, there's a steep, rocky incline to get down to it. Along the beach to my right is an impassable wall of rock; to the left, the beach goes on forever. Now I'm down on the beach. I've come here to feed the birds, but there aren't as many birds around as I'd expected. I remember there's supposed to be somewhere nearby where there's a cabin in the water that the birds like to flock to.

Now I'm inside somewhere, sitting at a table with some other people. We're trying to figure out where the cabin-in-the-water is. Someone finally figures it out: it's a nearby Crab Shack. I can see it now: it's a small building, made out of wide, dark boards, covered in strings of big Christmas lights, sitting out in the water and accessible by a 20 foot long pier.

We have no desire to go there, but thinking about a restaurant has made us hungry. We try to figure out where to go. Now we're at a restaurant, looking at the menu board. We're disappointed: all the options are either incredibly cheap ($7 for the whole family, which seems questionable) or very expensive ($40+ for one plate).

Now I'm sitting at a small table, looking at a "magazine." Across the pages I'm looking at are thumbnails of the other pages in the magazine. I somehow choose one of the thumbnails; now I'm looking at the full-sized page. It's a super-hero comic book / graphical novel of some sort. I'd been interested in this for a while, and I was excited to find a copy; but now that I'm looking at it, it's very revealing. I have no desire to look at this kind of material, so I close it and put it back on the table.


Working for Maudia
I'm at a large house meeting with a woman named Maudia. She's interested in having me do some work for her around the house. Now we're in a large tool shed, and she's showing me a drill bit that's about an inch wide and about 3 feet long. It comes with a special tool that hooks onto the drill that pushes it forwards as it drills. I ask her what she could possibly need such a large drill bit for. She explains that they needed it when they were working on some pipes. From the end with the faucet, the pipe went back into the wall for a couple of feet, then hit a 90 degree angle and went down. They needed this drill bit to go along from the faucet end and put a hole in the back of the angle piece. With the hole in place, they were able to stick a feathery something in that hung out the faucet end. It all sounded pretty strange, but it was somehow involved in a publicity stunt, so it was supposed to be strange.

This is actually the second time I've met with Maudia. I first met with her a couple of months ago, and she went over her list of tasks with me then. I apologize for not getting back to her sooner, and she accepts my apology on the condition that I don't do it again.

Now I'm filling a collander with water. Even though it has lots of holes, it's holding the water easily. Now the son is in the same room as I am; he just ignores me. Now Maudia's husband is talking to me about a project he wants me to work on with him. It's something to monitor the house while they're gone, and it'll involve both hands-on electronics work as well as a fair amount of programming. I ask him what kinds of alerts he wants available, and he starts out with both phone and email alerts. I explain that email is easy, but that phone alerts would have a number of additional challenges. As an alternative, I suggest both SNMP and RSS, and he approves. He also wants a nice web page to go with it. I explain that I'm a backend guy, and while I can build a web page, it'll be functional yet ugly, and that a modern second grader could probably make a better looking web page than I can. I'll design the site to be very modular so that someone else with more design skills can come along later and reskin the site without having to touch any of the logic.

Now it's night, and I'm with him in the car. He's driving, I'm in the front passenger seat, and his daughter is in the back seat. She keeps tapping me on the shoulder, trying to get my attention. When I finally acknowledge her, she says she found stuff in the back seat that belongs to me, and she's been waiting to give it to me. She gives me a handful of coins and a key. I'd been given the key so I could get into the house, but then I promptly lost it.

Now we're at his office building. We walk into his office, which is a large room with a single fairly large cube in the middle. He gets something - a key - from his cube, then walks over to the corner of the room. He sticks the key into a crack in the wall and pushes, revealing a secret door. I ask him about it; all he'll say is that it's a "red room," which means it's not on the blueprints. I follow him in, then close the door behind me. I become self-conscious and ask if I did the right thing, but he shushes me. He walks over to a pair of laptops on a shelf on the other side of the room. He logs into the first laptop by speaking: it recognizes his voice. He then logs into the second laptop by doing a perfect impression of his coworker's voice. Some kind of video conference is started between the two laptops.

Now the room is changing around me - I think it's using holograms to appear different. It's also projecting many people - the place looks like a dinner party with people mingling and talking. No one seems to notice me. I see a few famous people walking around, including Patrick Stewart, who walks right past me.

Now my host is lying on the ground, dead. Someone says that he knew that next time he threw up, he'd die, and it'd finally happened. He must have known it was coming on; that explains why he was moving so quickly tonight. Someone finds a blanket and wraps him up with finality.

Now I'm back home, walking up a long driveway to a house in the woods. To the right of the entry stairs is a large hanging garden. I walk up to it and insert the key into one of the beams.


Sidewalk work
I'm in the office with two of my daughters. I hear some odd noises from the outside and go to the window to look. A construction crew is doing something in my front yard. Now I'm downstairs looking out the front window at what the crew is doing. I'd forgotten that, as part of the work they'd be doing, they'd have to rip up and re-pour the sidewalk leading up to the house. They're ripping up the sidewalk now and are nearly done. I'm momentarily confused when I notice that the sections they've already pulled up are already overgrown with grass, as if there had never been a sidewalk there; but I don't give it any furthe thought. To remove the old sidewalk, they first use a hammer-like tool to knock holes in the concrete, then they use a narrow white tube (looks like a piece of paper, rolled up) to deliver a blasting charge into the hole. Once they've prepared an entire segment of the sidewalk in this way, they blow it up. I realize my son would like to see this.

Now I'm upstairs in his room. His bed has some kind of lid to it, and it's currently down, closing him in. I know he closed the lid because he likes to sleep where it's really dark. I open the lid and tell him he needs to come quickly if he wants to see something neat; but since he's still really groggy, I pick him up and carry him. As I pass the office, I tell the girls to come too.

Now I'm back downstairs. I'm disappointed that the workers aren't outside any more. A worker lounging in one of my chairs inside says they finished a long time ago. I take my son over to the window and start to point out what they were doing so that my getting him up wasn't a complete waste. As I'm pointing things out to him, I see a fish tank near the street. Inside the tank is a doll in the act of throwing a basketball into a doll-sized basketball hoop. I remember the workers told me the kids could practice throwing a basketball if they wanted to, and I realize they meant they could use this piece of junk. I'm glad I turned the workers down and didn't get my kids' hopes up for nothing.


Women at the airport
At an airport, my viewpoint is following a young man who's up to no good. He goes up to a ticket booth and starts talking to a young woman inside, who is very taken with him. An older woman in the ticket booth scolds the younger woman for being too easy. She explains that any time her thoughts stop syncing properly, that she gets very excited; and that once her thoughts get back in sync, she doesn't remember any of the out-of-sync period. The older woman doesn't accept this explanation and keeps scolding her.


Fragment
I'm trying to find something, and I finally remember that it's in my wife's purse.

My first dream involved me being hunted by giant robots. I can't remember why they were after me, but they had chased me to this park that was surrounded by destroyed city scape.


The second one I remember I have been growing horns, and I was afraid that one of my friends would find out. I was covering the horns with my hands, a hat; whatever could be used to keep them out of view.