non-lucid

22nd December 2020

Woken abruptly and also got up late; last bits of recall are overlapping.

Fragmented:

I see or am at some sort of small rave party thing. Part of trying to find someone, not sure who or why. There was a nervous woman with me/the protagonist. She had doubts about what we were doing.

The rooms are lush and beautiful, out of a mix of Warcraft, Farscape, Star Trek and maybe Valerian. I recall a bed covered by a blue quilt, the bed's frame is painted gold and looks like the paint itself gives it texture. Cobalt and gold colours in general here? There are fancy uplighters, diamond shape shades?

A woman is laying on this bed, but sort of sitting up (as one might when reading a book) and it looked like she was getting wise to what's going on, whatever that is, but the dream implies it to be somewhat insidious somehow. I/the protagonist was taller than the companion. (as I recall this, intuition tells me that this dream is pulling on the lack of fun/personal time of the recent weeks)

There was a second earlier rave place, a bit bigger and in the same style of decoration and architecture, but more bar-like and open-plan.

Earlier, something about JC or another part where a special keyboard has built-in controls for a specific program or game. I had to cut into it like insulation or foam but using my fingers, because something was wrong with this keyboard.

Even earlier or in-between. Something about a group of friends. I interact with them. There was a girl a bit younger than me; she kept wanting my attention but also initially she didn't like me at all or rejected me in some sense. In the dream I was of a somewhat overly stiff attitude; I remember reading or being told by this group about some personal things and self-pleasuring was mentioned, I felt unusually uneasy about this. My dream self was more like a character than usual.

This girl eventually became my friend, but she was quite vulgar.

Fragmented:

A vivid and real-like dream where I had showered or something. My armpit muscles seemed unusual and H is naked. Something about deodorant? We were in our bathroom. The details were accurate.

Fragment:

Drawing an alien drone but the head shape was very modified compared to the original design.

12/24/20

I am working on a late show, I am with 2 older women and Stephen. I mention a movie called "Dead Relations" talking about the dark comedy, I tell them I think Helen Mirin and Glenn Close are in it. I am wrong IWL I believe. The real movie is called Death Becomes Her. We are all walking through the capital together in the rain. Stephen starts giving some monologue on a monument facing a field but the lighting is all backlit and you can't see him that well. One of the aids mentions this and we turn him around to face the light. I gather we are doing a livestream of some kind for a special event.

We are in a car together that feels more like an SUV there are two older women sitting next to me and in the passenger seat and Stephen is driving. I ask him if he's just along for the ride or if we have the pleasure of his company all night. He looks at me through the rear view mirror and says I'm all in it baby. And we are all pleased and laugh at him.

We get back to the offices and there are two ladies working in a small room with their own computer, they know me well. I gather we have a casual relationship and they enjoy when I stop to talk to them. They ask me if I am here to work on a late show and I say yeah we're doing a livestream. They are older and I gather they don't fully understand the concept. I now feel like we are at the white house possibly and in some back hallway office. I am in another room and notice one of the aids has been posting selfies on the work forum and we understand this is wrong and she is divulging secrets to the public. In one of the pictures she is holding her dog.


I am with Obama in some random living room and I gather he is going to play the bass along with some TV program like a karaoke. He gets upset that no one watches him when it is his turn to play.
I only walked away for a few minutes to get something before he started, I only see him play for a few seconds before he stops, saying 'I'm done with this'. He leaves and we all leave with him. I am driving a small futuristic looking chevy volt towards the airport. I gather he is also going to the airport and they are behind me on the road. I accidentally drive in the back entrance which is like a long tunnel/causeway and notice Obama's SUV behind me, they must be taking the VIP entrance.

I know that I am here by mistake. I park my car in the service area where other people are walking. All my baggage and stuff is in the car. I gather it is a rental. The valet is bothered that I left my car there but I am walking around looking for the right place to be. When I find my correct entrance I go back to move the car. The car is gone and I understand some woman just got in the car and drove it out into the vast parking lot.
I am bothered because I have to make a flight and all of my belongings were in the car. I spend some time looking in the parking lot for the car but am never really successful. I concede that perhaps I will only have the things on my person, then I realize I don't even have my phone on me, double whammy.

After some time walking around I am back in the terminal, there are long lines most everyone has a mask on. I gather the flights have all been delayed and there has been a massive error with their computer systems and people are getting irate. I now jump behind the counter to help the only guy who is working frantically trying to alleviate the tension. We are tag teaming fixing a printer while entering in everyone's information manually from a clipboard.

I get to know some of the passengers in the meantime and most of them are kind. I start cutting sheets of paper that are the tickets printed out on long old style printer paper to help the guy out. We are suddenly in the back part of the airport, it is dimly lit and everyone is sitting around waiting. I gather the management has discovered there are several people who are sick trying to board the plane so we have all been quarantined in a back large room while they figure out what to do with us as a whole. I notice there are a few sick people with masks on and showing obvious symptoms.

I stand on a desk with the announcement microphone on a black cord held up. I begin some monologue about how none of us are going to get where we are going because some of us are unwell and trying to travel like everything is normal. I ask if it is really worth it, do other people's lives matter enough to you to not travel. Think about it, if it were your son, or your grandmother, would you sacrifice them just to get on this plane? Please consider other people and choose not to travel if you are sick, if you are sick please leave now if you have the slightest compassion for other people.

Everyone watches me intently and I can tell some people are affected by my talk. I see a small family of four who are all sick with their heads held low begin walking to the door. Another girl who is younger and traveling on her own tells me she will not travel because she isn't symptomatic but she was exposed just a few days ago. I am grateful for everyone who chooses life and the plane begins boarding.

12/23/20

I am with K and the doctor is also there. She is barefoot wearing a flowing black dress and her long wavy dark brown hair hangs in front of one of her eyes and lays softly on her shoulders. We are in a large green field with scattered flowers and tall trees lining either side like a narrow pasture. We notice alligators of varying sizes on the sides of some ditches coming up from different places. People are scared and so is K. The doctor and I are excited and treating it jokingly like an adventure. I am more curious than concerned however K is shocked by our nonchalants.

I hold K's hand while the doctor deals with some of the alligators in a passive way. She is comforted but still cautious of the gators. The doctor is in his original metal tube TARDIS. He fades away leaving us on the edge of the field by a set of very large wooden doors. People are leaving but there is still a large gator by the door. I assure her the doctor will be back because he always comes back. I hold a metal tube in my other hand while walking her to the door.

I invite K to come with us. She asks us if it is always like this. I tell her this is a typical Tuesday. She is flabbergasted by the excitement and declines more adventure. I am surprised by her fear but understand her cautiousness. The dream ends as we walk hand in hand through the large metal studded wooden gateway.


I am in my basement with a friend. I walk out front and notice a worker in a work van sitting right in front of my car. There are random graphics on the side of the white van I gather a neighbor has called them for some duty like copying keys. My friend has left my godson's backpack on the sidewalk next to my car. As I walk out there I notice some taller skinny girl in an all jean skirt walking in front of the house on her phone.

She doesn't seem to notice me. I mention to my friend we shouldn't leave the backpack on the sidewalk as there might be valuables in it, and would be super easy for someone to just walk off with it. Walking to my car which is bumper to bumper with the work van being worked on I notice my car doors are open. The girl walking by just casually gets in my car without saying anything and starts going through it picking things up like she owns the place. We are both taken aback this is happening and I give a curious yet amused stare towards the girl while standing feet away. The girl doesn't realize I own the car.

After talking to the worker of the van for a few seconds, I ask the girl 'how are you doing?' She says 'Great, just tryna figure out who owns this fine whip!' I now notice she is somewhat goth/punk looking, pale freckled skin and short dark hair with coloured highlights and not bad looking either. I am still shocked she was rummaging through my car. I tell her 'This is my car, just what do you think you are doing in there?' She just shrugs and says 'looking for stuff'

Somehow it transitions and we're now in my basement all together. My friend is there on my bed and the girl is sitting on the futon with her knees to the side. We are casually talking and I am somewhat interrogating her. Still trying to figure out what she was doing in my car. She is attempting to comfort me by telling me that I am alright and shouldn't worry. She slyly is giggling and taking pictures of me with her cell phone while I am talking to her. I call her out for it and it's no big deal. I now notice one of her other friends is on the couch across the room just watching the whole thing. He also looks like a taller goth kid with long black bangs. As we are talking I notice he now has a girlfriend with him who is laying on him cuddling while we all talk. I start to notice that her friends are starting to just appear in my room and I am not even sure if I trust her yet. She takes my headphones out of her bag and throws them at me. I say 'See! Was that so hard? How can you expect me to trust you or your friends if I don't even know what you've taken from me!'

Suddenly another friend barges into the basement from the garage door in a hurry. He is portly, red-faced with some random black band t-shirt and a stuffed backpack on. He says quick things to the friends and immediately goes into my bathroom. I am through with this. I tell everyone 'Alright! Get out, I don't know any of you and I have a bad feeling I am being taken advantage of here!' The girl seems cute and I apologise to her but she has to see how this is wrong. The portly guy comes out of the bathroom and just walks back outside and leaves through the garage. I wonder if he has taken from my food pantry in the garage.

When I look outside to find him I notice there is now white marker written/drawn all over my black car. Random words and symbols cover every square inch of my black paint like some teenagers binder. The girl mentions she has the same car as I do and I tell her she is lying. The portly guy is no where to be seen. When the friend and the girlfriend get up to leave the girlfriend is down low at first and I almost pet her like a dog. Laughing at my sudden lapse in logical judgement. I am now unsure of their genders as they are referring to each other as her. I let the girl use the bathroom before leaving and tell her maybe I'll see her around sometime but it will take some time for me to forgive her intrusion and theft.


There is a fragment of me driving my car down the street. It is night and cold and snowy. My car hasn't been started for a while so I barely get it cranked and gather the engine is trying to die so I just let it idle while I coast down the street hoping it will catch up and rev to life. My windshield is completely covered in frost save a small gap in the bottom left I can barely see through. It also feels like my seat is too far reclined and I am having trouble controlling the car (most of my driving in dreams is either from the passenger seat or the back seat and usually stressful). I see shadows and yellow flashing lights on one side of the window while it is still heavily obfuscated by the frost. I know there are cars parked on either side of the road in my neighborhood and attempt my best to keep the car centered without hitting any of the cars on the sides. After a time I flick on the defrost and turn the air on full blast, the window clears up within seconds and I see I have kept the car in the center with no accidents so I just continue to drive around the block warming up my engine.


I have a fragment of being stuck in a dock/asian market place. There are many dim lit rooms with prepared food and second hand goods on tables for sale.
Everyone seems like a prisoner/drowsy to their life. Everyone looks down and is just slowly going about their business. I am moving quickly from room to room, it feels like a flea market inside an old fashioned run down corporate campus. It starts to feel partially post-apocalyptic even. I make it outside and somehow fly up over the roofs of the building.

This opens up into a massive expanse of never-ending run down weathered corporate buildings, none are over two stories tall. It is reminiscent of those shack slum villages you see in Brazil or India, buildings showing the gradient of the hills they are built upon. Only every building is mossy, run down, and soiled with algae on the sides. The dream fades as I look down over the watery docks I am hovering over.

12/22/20

I am in some shower house E is there, long hallway with multiple showers in it. Just about to get in one when the whole house jolts to the side. There are electric pulses running through the walls and the ceiling I gather the house has been hit by lightning it must be storming outside. We go outside and it is storming hard. We try to duck and I warn other people coming to the house to watch out for the lightning.

I am with my brother J. I gather we are in some kind of highschool/middle school combo, both have girlfriends our ages who are our companions. We venture around the school for a while then begin being chased by the security for some reason. I understand there is a terminator type character coming after us. We leave the property in different vehicles. He has a big blue van I end up driving later on. I have multiple sets of keys in my pocket. My companion is with me.

We go to a restaurant and know that we are wanted by the law. The other people in the restaurant are older folks who don't know who we are. We get a table and sit down to eat. After some time people start to become suspicious of us, there is a tv which is broadcasting our pictures and mentioning that we are being pursued.

I now have the blue van my brother was driving and he is no where to be seen. It is my companion and myself we narrowly escape as I fumble for the right set of keys to get the older van to start. It has blue carpet inside.

We are back at the school. It must be lunchtime so I stand in one of the lines to get food. There are only drinks at this line in a cooler on the ground. I keep pulling bottles out which have been drunk out of. I want chocolate milk and pull out a milk shake base which is melted in some kind of container. I don't have any money and gather everything here costs something. The lady at the register just gives me a drink after I pull a small carton of chocolate milk out. I walk around more and notice many different lines for people to get food but they are all different types of desserts. Like chocolate pies and candies and brownies and everything sugary. I ask someone if there is any actual food here and they seem surprised none of the lines have food ready. They tell someone else that we're down to chocolates and they need to prepare more. I find a line in a back room that has some old pizza on it. After I get a couple pieces and begin walking back to my table I notice more food starting to get brought out like dumplings and tacos of sorts. I shrug it off and continue back to my table.

Towards the end the whole thing feels like it has been a movie production of a sorts. Everyone is happy that the shooting has ended and just hanging around with that satisfied completed feeling. I see some kids who I thought were in middle school and I ask them what grade they are actually in, they say fifth and I am surprised the production used actual correct aged kids for their roles as middle schoolers. We are all walking in a line beside the building in a field back to the main area.

I am with my companion again and she is happy to be with me. As we are leaving the lot she shows her ID to the guard. He stands there looking at the ID suspiciously for a few seconds. Looking back to her and the ID, I ask him if he wants to take a picture and start to pull off. He reluctantly tosses the ID back towards our open window and I catch it with one hand. We pull off and start driving away, she tells me she is happy that I'm here, we hold hands while I have one hand on the steering wheel and the dream fades as we pull out to the main street.

Jamie

Just me and her in a black space she gives me a huge hug. Almost like she was reacting to my last journal entry.

what

A dream where my brother goes up to me and tells me that he talked to Jamie and she said that she's never going to even try to talk to me again... Well, that's discouraging. What do i even do this for?

Pyramid.

Me and some friends wind up in some giant pyramid in the middle of a city at night. The whole place is like a maze. We get to the room at the top. There's a giant anubis statue standing at the side of the room. Behind him is a hallway that goes all the way around the top of the pyramid as well. I go up and down the steps that lead to the hallway. Soon i notice the statue is gone. Only it's not a statue but slowly walking toward us. I ask my friends if this is the prototype pyramid? They say yes. I try to escape I leave the room and notice a multicolored slide. I go down it and I'm sliding and winding for what seems like forever and reach the exit of the pyramid.

Strange

I was in some apartment in New york. The apartment was mine in the dream. I was by myself rumaging looking for some trophy or something. Some guy came in and i showed him the trophy. He said Jake (from the dark tower books) was coming to kill me. I said to the man that I didn't have the item he is looking for. (apparently someone stole something from Jake and his friends and I was framed for it.)

Some dream about escaping a basement with y brother where a bunch of drugged out dangerous people lived.

20th December 2020

Fragment:

Last bit. Building some new Ryzen computer. I'm struggling to put in ancillary wires on a boxy thing on top of the case, which supposedly has the new CPU itself. I wonder why it fits so badly and I think that I'll need H's help for this.

Just before that, I'm in a reality that has Sims-based rules or something like that and I'm in first person and building ourselves a house together with H.

Before this I'm in a church walking up the aisle at a quick pace. I think it's day time outside and there's a nice sort of yellow natural light indoors. The altar area looks like a semi octagon or hexagon. The church is filling up and when I was walking up the aisle I was doing so with my eldest sibling, apparently a bishop in red garments with white undercloth and a red cap. He goes to sit where bishops are apparently supposed to sit, on some sort of commode things by the altar.

There was more but recall was lost.

17th December 2020

Fragment:

(left too long because of little opportunity to write)

First bit. Looking at one of my art(ist) profiles. I feel sort of amazed, I have just over 250 people watching my profile, apparently.

Another bit, in some church, near the end of a dream. I'm helping some women, mostly in their 50s and so on. They eventually tell me I can't be allowed to join their group officially as it is for women only but they tell me that because I helped them they can however offer me an honorific title or position.

I feel pleased or satisfied, though I can't remember if I accept, but they seem happy either way too.

19th December 2020

Fragment:

In the car with H. We're driving along some bendy and somewhat narrow road in an industrial estate-like place. Some van "uncloaks" in front of us at a corner. H is upset and surprised by this.

Earlier bit; (recall faded too much) something about a large area of land owned by someone and cities on it. A mountain and atop it some castle? Night time. Lots of street/city lights in the distance. A semi mountainous region in general but a lot of water and rock outcroppings that are at least a couple of hundred stories tall, each.

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Notes:

- Although I seem to remember the dreams from 17th of December were kind of long, the recalled portion has an interesting personal contrast between two worlds that are very different but are also very important to me.

-- The profile watching count certainly comes from recent worries based off/around self-expectation.

- The uncloaking van was certainly based off recently replaying through the Freelancer campaign but interestingly during the day there were at least two incidents with vans appearing a bit out of nowhere when we were on the road.

9th December 2020

Fragment:

Some bits in the car with H. I remember it was night time. Vague recall relating to something BL-like too. (location recall faded and dream not visually present in my mind anymore)

13th December 2020

Dream:

I am in some town, it is day time but nearly sunset. There's some downward ramp bit which leads out of town but there's a fence at the end of the ramp and I recognise this as being some kind of little construction supplies area. There's nobody around? (rest of this first dream bit recall had faded)

Then I am in my old town. It seems kind of dark and I'm walking up the avenue next to the church but I'm on the road itself, not the pavement. Not a night sky, just a black one. (like in a recent previous dream)

Things are RPG-like I note, and I spot some enemy players coming from the opposite way, toward me and from two opposing ends of the roundabout at the top. It starts to feel like DOTA and the view becomes more top-down too.

I try to lure one of these enemy players over to my side/area and I make sure to stay at a certain distance from them (interface perception of attack ranges?). I sense an allied player is nearby too. Me and one of the enemies stun each other simultaneously and then the other enemy player comes in. I get the first one nearly dead kind of quickly but I too am near death and so I wonder why my ally isn't or hasn't been helping me fight.

Friendly mobs come around from "behind" and I get the first enemy player killed, I'm very, very nearly dead and I retreat away. My ally finally joins in and distracts the second enemy.

I get to our main base and am thinking about how my HP regeneration is so slow and how I should (could) improve my strength stat to better this. I remember thinking or noticing that I didn't buy any of the usual starting items like I should have, not even tango or branch.

Slept a lot this night.

I'm in a house with David and some more people in my age. And old woman tells us that we have done something bad and wants us to be punished. I bang my head against the wall and think that it is very weird. I walk out the door.

I'm in a school and there comes a lot of pupils. They hang black big locks over their lockers and I feel afraid.

12/18/20

I am with an old friend J. He wants to turn his indian dad's electronic store into a hangout spot after it closes for the day to smoke and chill in(he's white IWL). I am sitting in his car in front of the store waiting for it to close when I notice a short dark haired pixie looking indian girl in a car looking at me interestingly from the end of the lot. An older indian man walks out to it and I ask J if that is his Dad. He says no. They drive away together.

After the store closes and the gathering begins. It is super small-time at first, just a few friends and some chill smoke time with low lights. There may be a blacklight or two, the walls are white and there's not a lot of furniture. At a certain point we are outside in his car again and he gifts me a whole art set with coloured pencils and brushes. I am grateful and mention how I value different mediums of expression. He also offers me a lit cig but I am grossed out by it and throw it away.

Over time the party becomes big like a jam fest. Tons of people have shown up, the big crowds dancing in masses and spraying water on each other like a summer party at night. I realize this was his plan all along to host a giant party, I remember telling people he's had this vision for years. He is obviously super wasted and I can hear him goofing off on the DJs microphone looking for someone out of sight saying 'Where is he!? Where is he!?'

At first I am apprehensive because this kind of thing usually isn't really my scene, I go along with it finally and embrace the party in full affect. I walk inside with no shirt on, baggy grey sweatpants, long straight hair, one of those dumbass flatbill hats and a black backpack. I gather the ladies find me quite attractive. There are tons of girls all laying around on mattresses pushed together on the floor all naked talking about being on molly. One of them mentions outdoing the guys by 3/4ths. There are not enough guys present so they are all hooking up with each other in various positions and super thirsty at that. They all look up lustily at me. One of them while on her knees with her legs spread points down at herself and commands, 'You eat this' then points at me continuing 'And I'll eat that'. I happily oblige and lay down proceeding to take turns enjoying multiple women in a row, it is a jam fest after all.
'Days go by' by Dirty Vegas plays loudly in the background.

The next morning I come back in after chilling outside some with J. There are more guys there in the morning and a couple of the girls who knew me from the night before are lounging around on a couch in the corner of the room. They see me and grin knowingly. I partially acknowledge them with a nod before plopping down on the couch and dropping my backpack on the floor. I notice there is some smoking paraphernalia laying around on the tables but no one is smoking, it's a typical burnt out morning after. The guy next to me is pissed that 'someone brought the bear around last night'. I gather he is talking about the cops showing up, I don't recall it.

I'm with William and Diego. We lay down in a room and go to sleep. I enter a new dream and William is there too. I know it's a dream and walk around. I wake up in the last dream and suspect that William and I shared the same dream earlier.

I'm with dad and my cousin Jonathan Å. He talks about how he is newly examed and works as a business man. My dad and he talks a lot.

Notes: I haven't thought about or seen Jonathan for a long time.

I've had some longer dreams the past 3 nights which feels good. They always leave me with some kind of impression when I wake up.

I'm in a big tent and there is a lot of snow and some wet spots inside the tent. There are a lot of grown up men with sacks in there that are about to sleep and me included. I tell them that if it is going to get any worse I'm going to walk back in the night. Some of them say that we shouldn't do that. I tell them that we should sleep closer together not to waste any warmth. Everyone thinks it is a good idea. We pack together and it doesn't feel as cold anymore.

I'm sitting in a car with my cousins. William and Sara are there. Everyone is holding small crabs that are important for something. William cracks open the shell of a crab and loses it. I tell him that we need the shells and I try to find it under the seats. New fragment. We arrive at some kind of big house where a woman stands in front of. She has some kind of drone and Therese has hired her collection so that we can play with all her drones. She flies with one of her drones on the ground to me. I walk in to the house and spot a white cat sitting on an empty shelf. It looks like our cat but older and not as well kept. I pet it and it really enjoys it.

12/14/20

I am riding a bike w Matt stone through thick fog. There are two bike lanes on either side of a road/runway we are riding down. There are thick trees lining both sides, perhaps pines. The fog is thick and I can only see ~fifty feet ahead. I gather we are on the border of North Korea. We have permission to ride here but are told to stay on the right side. Matt stone rides on the left path defiantly. As we come up a hill he jumps over to the left quickly in case anyone is just beyond the hill and sees us.
As we continue down the road we ride through several abandoned stations. Like gas stations that seem run down and emptied.

We come across an abandoned air force base. There is broken glass and spray paint everywhere it feels like it has been well traveled. We ride our bikes through the center of the building and through doorways looking at the different rooms. One of the rooms looks like a commissary or small cafe. We stop and begin to walk around checking out the closets and find a stairway.

The stairs go several stories underground. Matt stone becomes my friend B. Walking through the basement it feels like a fallout shelter that is still super run down. It feels nuclear in nature. We walk into one of the rooms and there is a very large korean man sitting in a brown folding chair with his back to us. He has on a stretched white wife beater. We casually walk up to him and he isn't really surprised to see us. I gather people come here often as tourists just checking out abandoned places.
B starts talking to him in broken english. He responds with single words but his English sounds good. So I ask him how he is doing. He responds just fine thank you.
B gives me a wtf look because I assumed he could speak good English and he did, B is naturally patronizing.

He explains that this is his job to maintain the station down here in case anything catastrophic occurs. He has a tiny grey computer with a green screen sitting on the floor. It is his only communication with the outside world minus people who stop by occasionally to check out the base. I suddenly remember seeing this place before and especially him. I remember reading a Vice article about this place where he was interviewed and had his picture taken. I tell him I recognize him and I saw pictures of this place before. He abashedly agrees like I am sure he has done many times before to others who had ventured this way. I remember the term for this type of occupancy and Google the words 'Planned reoccupance'? And find studies describing the act of having one person live deep underground to man nuclear codes in case of a worldwide emergency. It seems like a thankless job but free room and board.

We walk around some more checking out the basement, we know we cannot take pictures because we don't have permission from the government and know we will be searched before leaving the country. I make as many mental notes about what I am seeing as possible. There is a stack of different types of missiles that sort of resemble tall gas canisters leaning against each other in a corner. There are short fake windows high up on the walls to emulate natural light. The downstairs feels like a wet basement but it is slightly better kept than the upstairs which has plenty of broken glass and upturned furniture.

When we come back upstairs we are suddenly outside and there is another man there we are now talking to. We describe what we saw and I gather he is another reporter of sorts. He tells us he saw a body down there once and shows us the picture, I gather this is something to do with the base research. He mentions how his picture was in full sunlight so the face was illuminated. While we are talking I see my mentor Doug walking up the stairs coming towards us. He is glad to see us. I am glad to see him as well and move to hug him. He talks about his travels and checking out this place was on his list too. He is surprised we came without him.

I am in a car with my parents. We are driving in Florida and they want to go to the beach. They have a specific place they park when they want to go to the beach which is under some stilt houses that are all joined together. I am amused and ask them if they always park here, they say yes it's always open.

While pulling in there is a younger woman with sunglasses sitting by the entrance who looks like she is working the lot. My dad asks her a question about the beach being open and she gives a snotty college girl look. My mom asks if she is working or not. She says she doesn't work here. But she does mention the beach likely won't be open very long because of the storm that is blowing in from the gulf, (we are on the east coast).

I tell my parents I can check my phone to see what the wind currents are doing. I see that there was just a hurricane here but it was traveling away to the east away from shore, the precipitation is cleared for us but then notice what looks like a front forming on the west coast blanketing across the state towards where we are. I look up and now notice it seems overcast but there are still plenty of people on the beach.

I am in a large white room that seems like a futuristic shopping mall. There is a lady is upset her toddler/child has become a life-sized doll. I understand that the doll is a plant by some malicious force. I also notice it is a bomb and rush everyone else away from the area. She doesn't believe me and stands by herself when it goes off in her arms. It is an energy weapon and she vaporizes on the spot.

I am with Karl Urban as we attempt to move through the mall looking for answers, he is incredibly pissed off and determined.
We are now in a music store. I wear a certain pair of headphones which have orange rims around the ears. Before we leave the owner of the shop offers to give me another pair of headphones free of charge. He puts them on my head and the most amazing classical synth wave music is playing. I am overcome with emotion and cry at the thought of our mission.

I take them off and walk rushedly away leading my crew behind me so they cannot see my tears. It is known to me one of our crew who looks like Dwayne Johnson wants to exterminate the entire planet the enemy lives on. They are a sentient robot race I gather. While venturing through the mall I find myself in a stairwell which seems to have a booth set up with counters on one side, everything is still white. There is a girl there I gather she is an artificial person. She is brunette with dark rimmed glasses and an hourglass figure. I am sitting on the counter with my legs open as she stands between them. We are both nude and I notice she feels my legs rubbing on her sides, she looks at me closely and smiles. We begin kissing. Only I can tell this is her first time and she doesn't quite grasp the concept, but the emotion emanating from her is authentic. There are small bubbles in her mouth that I am wiping off of my mouth. I now understand the artificial people are struggling to understand humanity but they mean us no harm. I must stop my friend from wiping out their whole planet.

He is in a darker all white room with many other people. He is in the process of convincing everyone the validity of taking out the enemy by destroying their planet.
I have recruited a couple of my friends to my cause to stop him. I gather we need to create a makeshift guitar with cardboard and strings we find around the shop. It doesn't sound too good. I tell the guys we need to find a wire like a thin string to get it to sound right. Dwayne doesn't want us to succeed.

He finds a small pair of scissors and attempts to cut our stings to the guitar nulling our plan. I stand up and begin some grand monologue explaining how the artificial people have been misunderstood and they are not our enemy and he wants to destroy their entire planet, it's not right.
There is no way complete genocide is the answer to our problems. We need to communicate with them to find a compromise and learn to live together.
Dwayne is irate with me but just stands by listening to me while I win over the crowd.

Spock

Just had a dream about Spock. He was in a room and smoking from a bong. That's all i recall. This is just after i watched the TOS episode where they pick up a bunch of annoying hippies.

Jamie

just a dream where i ran into her and she wasn't herself. She wouldn't talk to me or anything. Then i was going all over the city looking for her but she wasn't around.

Lucid

Was in an apartment with some people. Became lucid for seemingly no reason. Wanted to look for Jamie, but couldn't get out of the apartment. I came to a locked screen door. I couldn't open it. So I used my finger as a key. I pointed at the lock and turned my wrist as if I was unlocking it. It somehow actually worked. i opend the screen door and... The dream ended...

I was going home from the cellar again, when small vortices formed, I panicked and ran further down the hill.
The city was quite different now. There were very tall trees covering the sky , but a tornado formed there too...
I don't remember the rest