non-lucid

I was in a dark neighborhood and down the street was complete darkness. Knowing that if i went down the street it could turn into a nightmare, I went into the house to the right and there was a child version of a robloxian inside the house. When I looked out the window I saw way more of the creatures going into the house and walking around. The child then pointed to the mirror, I saw myself as one of the children then it went into third person. I went outside and heard the children screaming and running in the house. It was like a giant tag game, but if your tagged you die and get respawned in a house. I started running to the left and saw a big box that had light emitting walls. I ran in, but it got me and i found myself back in the house. The child spoke to me "Press K to run". Not even thinking about it being a dream, I saw a random k key come up and I started running even faster into a dark tunnel in the box. I then woke up

So.. I'm still setting my alarm clock for 3:30 am and 5:45 am. I slept through 3:30 and when the 5:45 went off it woke me from this dream. I wrote it down and when I tried to WILD I couldn't fall asleep so I just got up for the day. I don't know what to do because I want to record my dreams right after I wake, no matter the time, but I don't want to not be able to fall back asleep.

I was at a Culvers/gas station with Niki. I stood in line and got up to the counter ready to order two slices of cheescake for $8.59(something). The guy at the counter told Niki to go get milk from the stock room, so she left to do that. Apparently I looked sad because the guy at the counter asked me what's wrong. Niki had gotten the milk and was staring at us. "Why aren't you putting the milk away?" he asked her. She got to work, even though she didn't work there. I got my debit card out to pay and was trying to hand the card over but the guy got distracted. More people came in and went to the checkout counter that had about 5 crew members. The store was very highly rated because of the customer service. One guy came in and the only person open was the guy who was supposed to be checking me out. He tried to approach him but the counter guy said "sorry, I'm busy." He went away. I was waiting in line again. Finally the guy got back to me and asked me what the price of the cheesecake was. I said I didn't know, around 8-something. "7.33" he said. Odd. Before I could pay he got out two beaten up very old looking books. They were supposedly from 2007 but I looked at the bottom and printed in black was "1987" but someone had crossed off that date and written "1997." They guy took the books and sat down by Niki and I at a table. "What's wrong Laura?" he asked me, in a friendly, caring voice. "Nothing," I said. He went on to look up something in the book and found it. He said something like, "these books are so useless and old they should be burned." Niki laughed. I had my head down resting on a yellow folder on the table. I didn't mean to look sad but the more he tried comforting me the sadder I felt. He stopped what he was doing and I thought he was getting up to leave but, to my surprise, he hugged me. It was really nice of him.

Operation Homicide is a series of my dreams where I take on the character of Bad-Ass McCoy, and kick ass. Whether it be random villains or Albanian drug lords, Bad-Ass can handle it all. So get your guns ready, cock 'em, and hand 'em over, because I'm about to do all the shooting.

Level of Lucidity: 9
Level of Clarity: 5
Level of Realism: 6
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Method: WILD/WBTB
WBTB Time: 6:25 AM - Stayed awake for 20 minutes - Using smart alarm to subtly start the alarm, then progressively increase the volume.

Operation Homicide Ep. 102: I was laying in bed after my WBTB and trying to keep still and relaxed. I couldn't help but move a couple of times to stay comfortable, and eventually simply rolled onto my side. After laying there for a little while I felt myself slipping into sleep. I was very aware of myself and of the fact I was trying to perform a WBTB WILD. As I was laying there about to fall asleep I heard the most TERRIBLE noise in the world! It was such a loud screeching I thought I was about to break my ear drums. It sounded like my grandmother was being torn apart by a pack of wolves, and I literally had that thought go through my mind. This of course was just my imagination and fear getting the better of me. I remembered reading a thread on DV about hearing this sound that sounded like the fibers of the universe were ripping, and that's EXACTLY what it sounded like. It took everything I had not to throw my hands up to my ears to cover them. Each time I heard it I started yelling. The first few times that I felt these waves of sounds coming I kept yelling and I kept snapping back to reality saying that it's just part of the WILD process, and to stay calm, I'm entering the dream, but they never seemed to end. After about 5x of listening to this hell, I finally hit the big one and it felt like I was falling at a very high rate down a worm hole. I watch "Through The Wormhole With Morgan Freeman" all the time, which is a show about space time and how space and the universe work, and black holes and wormholes, and I literally saw, felt, and thought that the Earth had been swallowed by either a black hole, or a wormhole and was seeing the last seconds of my life.

I quickly thought to myself "Wait! I must be dreaming!" even though I wasn't fully asleep yet... as soon as that happened I snapped awake and sat up in my bed. I heard a knock at the door, and figured my grandma in the next room heard me yelling, I told her to come inside. I kept looking down at my sheets and had the idea to RC just to make sure it's not a false awakening. I tried the finger through hand thing, and the RC failed, my finger wouldn't go through. It was my uncle who walked in my room, not grandmother. He walked over to my dresser and kind of stood there awkwardly. He started talking but I couldn't hear him. I asked him to speak up. I had a bit of a small realization... my uncle usually talks with a loud voice, this is strange. Suddenly he starts shouting as loud as he possibly can and black smoke surrounds him and he is about 7' tall! Scared out of my mind, I remembered reading right before my WBTB that this guy entered a FA and realized it after he did multiple RC's, because the finger through palm method didn't work, but the nose plug technique did. I did the nose plug, and had to try for a few seconds and REALLY focus on what was happening in my nose, which was hard with a 7' demon standing in front of me. Suddenly it hit me! I'M ASLEEP! I remembered something I had read about dream control, and shouted "THIS IS MY DREAM!" He didn't seem affected. I tried shouting it again, no result. I knew not to be afraid of him, but naturally was a little intimidated by the looming dark presence. I closed my eyes and shouted "BE GONE!!" When I opened them he was gone. I stood up and looked around. I suddenly heard my grandma talking, but I realized it's in real life, talking to my grandfather, so I quickly and calmly jumped into my bed, laid down, and prepared for a DEILD. Success! I DEILD'ed and when I opened my eyes I was in a warehouse of sorts.

The warehouse had furniture around it, and had pictures on the walls, and a large garage that opened. It seemed kinda like a hipster lounge and I was just chilling there. There was a large opening in the wall, probably for driving cars to the back of the warehouse, and I walked through it.

The dream gets very fuzzy from here, because I had a couple more dreams after this one. I remember standing in the warehouse and looking around. I thought "Wow.. I'm really thirsty..." and walked over to where a wall was. There was someone else there and he seemed to be my friend, so I just went with the flow. I stood next to the wall and looked at the lower part of the wall about a foot off the ground. In my mind I imagined a small spout coming out of the wall like you'd use to attach a hose. Just as I pictured it sliding out of the wall, a guy walked up behind us with a hose in his hands, and offered it to us. Funny how my mind doesn't work JUST the way I want it, but it still gets the job done.

I thought to myself "What do I want to do...?" Then I remembered a dream series I started a couple of nights ago about a loose canon justifier named Bad-Ass McCoy. So I said "Ok, Bad-Ass, let's kick some ass." I briefly thought of the TOTM to go para-sailing over the ocean, but thought "Eh, fuck it."

The rest of the dream is kind of fuzzy and skips around a lot unfortunately. But after all, this is my FIRST WILD ever! So I'm pleased with the fact I remained lucid for at least a bit.

I remember a few times I could hear someone talking... and then I realized it's my grandmother in the other room talking to my grandfather, who is very hard at hearing, so she was in a sense shouting at him. I remembered what I had read, and stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands together. A couple of times I took a look at my hands to check how many fingers I had. I got a VERY creepy and strange feeling when I looked at my hands that SNAPPED me back into the dream. (I had 6 fingers, and sometimes 5) I vaguely remember that at one point I had a gun, and was just about to go on Homicide Duty... but I felt myself start to wake up so I laid down and waiting with my eyes closed so I could continue in a DEILD.

When I opened my eyes I was in a fancy cabana type place, and had a look around, then lost all lucidity and it turned into a normal dream. (To read more about this "cabana type" dream, check out my dream journal, it will be a separate entry.)

Introductory Note

Today is June 21, so a month ago I started trying to have lucid dreams and so far improved a lot, I am motivated because I recently had 4 lucid dreams (5 with the dream that I describe here today), DV helped me a lot to achieve results and for that i say thank you.

Today i went to bet at 22:30 , so i naturally wake up for the WBTB at 2:50 as usual i right down my dream
, i go to the bathroom and I was really thirsty so i went to the kitchen to have a glass of water then i went to bed to try WILDing.

I do my usual routine , i layed on my back and started counting my breaths as i visualize the numbers for some reason was being really hard for me to focus . That position was getting really uncomfortable so i roll over to my side. At this point i was focussing in my breathing only , a little while later i fell asleep, in my opinion this happened because i was to tired .

Dream

I'm in the back of a big truck, is like a parade truck so i can see the street , the buildings and people watching . I feel the presence of someone on my side but i don't remember who it was ... suddenly a man appears from nowhere in the middle of the street and gets hit by the truck.

I look back and i see the man in the floor full of blood, i jump of the truck but when i do I'm already to far away... i start getting back but I lost myself and without knowing i went to a friends house , i borrow his car so i can go look for the guy who was hit by the truck (i was very motivated on finding him), i start driving and i end up in a gasoline station.

Suddenly i get lucid ,my awareness hits me in the face like a punch, i think about doing a RC but the dream starts fading...I'm very quick , i start rubbing my hands and screaming " DREEEEAM GET VIVID!!!".

It works perfectly , the dream gets really stable so i look around and i see i pretty girl ... i go talk to her but she panics and a lot of people starts attacking me, the dream starts fading again and i wake up.

After this i try to DEILD but i'm to green at it so i failed .

Bedtime: 12:10
Aids: B6
WBTB: 5:00
Recall: Medium
Vividness: Medium
Awesome Factor: Low

Dream 1 (fragment): I was at a store with Aunt H. There were quite a few earrings lying amongst other things. I found a pair I liked, but then lost them. Aunt had also picked some out.

Dream 2 (post-WBTB):I was at the performance of a play I was assistant director for. I'm not sure if it was the same one I'd been involved in earlier this year, but I think it was mostly the same people. The director of my last film was there, and I was angry that he still hasn't sent me a copy of the film but he had time to attend events. Snoopy was there, too, but he looked more like a real dog than himself, and past director was very interested and taking photos. I think he was currently working on something Peanuts related.

The only thing I really remember about this dream is putting away milk after shopping in my dream. I put a bottle of milk into the fridge, on its own in the door, then turned away to pick something else up. When I looked back, the milk bottle I'd put in the fridge had been opened and some of the milk was gone, and next to it was the previous week's milk, almost empty.

Random and... gotta admit, kinda boring for a dream!!

Morning of June 21, 2013. Friday.



Here are a couple dreams of the same date with a few different scenes.

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There is a flood again, but the water comes mostly from large tidal waves that somehow move more inland. Some people are looking for survivors as there is still a danger from more flooding.

There is a strange scene of riding the fast, powerful waves just to get to another area, perhaps to our house, as I was getting my youngest son and oldest daughter from some sort of group meeting or visit in a building from a room that was a bit like my old apartment on King Street.

A woman is looking for her young daughter of about four or five years and I help a few people dig through the mud near a curb. She was trapped under a lot of mud near the curb and must have somehow gone through the storm drain, which is also filled with mud, and yet she is somehow still alive. However, it would be impossible in real life to take pieces out of the street and sidewalk so easily, although it is broken up a bit in my dream. The girl’s breathing makes bubbles come up through the mud and a thinner layer of water over the mud. Also, it seems there are several storm drain chimney-like sections very close together.

In another dream, I have my old snub-nosed revolver and end up protecting a few people from another person who has a gun, but who sort of becomes a friend. This was probably heavily influenced by a two-part episode of “Deep Space Nine” I had just seen (“Past Tense” parts 1 and 2).

There is trouble with another person who seems to be a threat to the area, but then Superman arrives (I have not seen the new “Superman” movie yet - “Man of Steel” - but may in a few years - also really tired of hearing the word “reboot”, which is mindless, way overused “trendspeak”).

There are about five repeating “takes” in a row in this dream that are mostly the same. I shoot Superman on the right side of his stomach, and he seems surprised and is badly injured (but not dead). People are amazed. All I did was use a Kryptonite bullet, which anyone could do, really.

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I have tentatively decided to classify part of this as precognitive (I never do this unless it is verified with at least a few details involved, but this still happens continuously and has since earliest memory), as my young niece in the USA had to drive through flood waters around the time I was dreaming this - around the same streets as in this dream - and I last saw her in real life when she was very young. Could be coincidence in this case, though, as floods are a fairly common theme, both precognitive and somewhat symbolic, perhaps. However, almost all my dreams contain at least a few clearer implied precognitive elements of one kind or another.

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June 20-21
8:45pm
11:15 some fragment about dreamviews. Don't remember what about, but the post was by Sageous

5:00am
Dream 1: Luckily not my job
I was working in some company in an executive level position. I then was offered participation in a project that looked very promising. I at first accepted.

Then a senior level executive asked for my involvement in a project that would have been a conflict of interest. I realized that I could not say no, but that I could not remain honest and agree.

I started the paperwork to quit the job, filed a notice, but it had to go to the man who had put me in this difficult position for approval, and approval was being delayed.

While at the cafeteria I was approached first by the wife and then by her husband who both worked for this company, and was told to make sure to involve the husband in this promising project I had been offered, and then I was shown a photo of my sleeping younger son: it was a threat, do this or else. They said, that I was in an enviable position. I differed but did not tell them.

I went to the secretary if the executive to whom I had filed my notice, and asked for the notice to be put on hold.

I then went either to the auditors or to law enforcement with a list of approximate times and places during which some inappropriate incident had occurred, and I suggested that they pull security camera footage for that time. I thought that once all was done there would be at least six people exposed. Could these auditors or law enforcement keep me and my son safe? I sure hoped so. I felt I had no choice, this was the only thing I could do. I woke up while they were showing the security camera footage to everyone assembled.

6:30
Dream 2: My job but not my office - wish file copy were as fast as a ninja
A tech support person was moving files on C drive of server because it would run out of space. I had not realized that he was doing it, but was on a conference call with him and several others anyway. Someone asked "But would this prevent Outlook from working on the server?" His reply "I didn't know it needed to work there." In reality it does not, but in my dream I said "I use it there all the time." He started shuffling things some more to make this to work. I could see his actions on my screen. There was also a message box informing me that the tech was logged in and working. It said his name was Rory (like in Dr. Who TV series), it had an anime avatar showing for him, and a button allowing one to enter chat with him labelled "Ask Question". A coworker who walked by and glanced on screen and saw how fast things were moving (unrealistically fast), remarked "He is as fast as a ninja." I agreed. One other thing that was different than in reality was the office layout which was very open, with this monitor clearly set up to be visible by anyone passing by, and it was all in a large open space unlike my real office.

I'm sitting at a table with lots of people. They are mostly acquaintances, and I know most of them as friends of Ryan. Something happens to my shirt, some sort of spontaneous combustion, and everyone gets very nervous and uncomfortable. All of us drink cans of beer, completely synchronized. I go into a house, and up some stairs. I find a small, closet-like room. I pull out a mini couch from my pocket, and fall asleep on it.

I wake up, and I'm standing in a line. It's unnaturally bright outside, and the sky is brilliant shade of blue. I notice I am wearing what look like scrubs. They are all white and one piece. More like a jumpsuit. I focus on where I am, and I realize I'm standing in a line that is heading towards the front gates of a mental health institution. Everyone in the line seems very normal, even better than normal, perhaps. I finally get to the entrance, and there is a guard sitting in a tiny booth with a glass screen in front. When I try to speak, nothing comes out. The guard looks at me and shakes his head, with a look of pity and disgust.

Flash forward, I'm in a small group, outside. I'm now within the gates of the institution. Suddenly a very large, very round child comes up to my group. As he's about to open his mouth and say something, a man in our group stands up and shouts, "PIGGY BOYYYYY", followed by two quick snorts. He calmly sits back down, and everyone is silent. We remain that way for what seemed like minutes on end. Then, suddenly, piggy boy lunges at me. He's incredibly quick and nimble. He scoops me up over his shoulder and takes off running. He's going so fast, everything around me is a blur. I can hear him snort, ever so quietly. When we stop, we're on the roof of a tall building. It has a basketball court on it. Piggy boy puts me down, and starts shootin' hoops by himself. I watched him play until the sun set.

The dream started with me in a jungle retreat of some kind swinging on vines. I remember that I was afraid I went too high on the vines and that I would fall off and hit the ground. Then, there was all this panic about a virus on the island and there being infections. I walked into a restaurant which actually looked like a restaurant (Usually when my dreams have me go to a location, it will be another location pretending to be that location. Forget the term for this.) and all around me there were infected people with lizard like skin. I was warned not to touch them but then I realized I must be immune to the virus.

Soon I found myself in a world populated only by the other survivors, and I was at my high school where we were fighting like we were at war. I remember thinking about how it was just like in "The Stand."

I found myself in my old elementary school in the back. I recognized the back as my old social work classroom, there was only 1 teacher there and she gave me something to work on. It was a math/writing assignment that i had trouble with. While i was working on said assignment, I got up and looked out the window. Kids were playing on the swings, but there were more swings than there always were. when i finished my assignment I asked if i could go outside. "No" said the teacher in a very demonic voice. I leaned against the wall next to me, closed my eyes, and then opened them again. I found myself in an empty art room with nobody else inside. I looked out my window and saw the kids playing like usual. I then woke up at 3:00 AM to do the WBTB technique. I wrote in my journal next to me the dream and went back to sleep an hour later. I then found myself in the middle of a street that lead to my old apartment building. I flew to the building and saw my old friends playing there. I hovered over one of them and asked where someone was. They didn't know where he was. I then ran to a person with super speed and hit him. I woke up once again, but when i looked at my hands there were 7 fingers, I said "I'm in another dream" then woke up in real life.

Hello all, tonight I had a very long dream, so it might look more like a novel to y'all.

Anyways, here it is:


MEMORABLE
Length: 1 day
Type: Non-lucid

It started out in a house, all the cupboards had tar in them. I wanted to take a shower, so my mom told me to get the shower ready. I pulled cleaned it out and everything, and there was a door inside the shower. I threw the curtain out, and on it, it had clouds, it was like a generic sunny sky, on a curtain.

After that I went walking around town (it felt like we had moved), I found an airbase and walked towards it.

*I'm not sure what happened, I think I don't remember the transition, but maybe its two dreams? I dunno, anyways I skipped over time*

Two grown men that looked like they were miners were standing in front of me, one had blond hair, the other had short stubby black hair. The one with the blonde hair was holding a birthday candle, I asked him why, and he told me the rules of the place: "Before we go on our flights, we have to light a birthday candle with the number of the flight on it, then give it to our partner, if he can't light all the candles in time, I get tortured"
I was confused in many ways, but before I could ask, his partner quickly took it and lit all the candles. The blonde man let out a breath.

Then they held me a candle, I turned around and there was a girl behind me, she looked like she was in high school or something, they told me she was my partner.

And no, I did not. Don't ask me about that.

I struck a match on the cart we were standing around. Put it on the candle and then gave it to her. She tried to light all of the candles, but she failed. I looked at the men in front of me and they just looked back at me. I didn't dare to look back at that girl. The track in front of me (behind the two men) split into two. Two soldiers came down each track and grabbed hold of me.

*Memory blindness*

I was looking at two men. One to my right looked like he was on the end of his line, and the one to the right looked fresh out of College. The old man held the younger one a candle with the number "8" on it, and he said "This candle will be the end of me". The younger one said nothing with a look of despair on his face, and he quickly lit all candles. The older man looked relieved. I had a candle with the number 9 on it, I handed it to my partner, and she lit all candles this time.

*Memory blindness*

I was flying in some sort of plane, it was a sunny day with a few clouds in the sky, and I was pointed straight up. There was a radio in the cockpit and it cracked, a voice on it said in a muffled tone "There's a-uh hole in the clouds, go ahead up on it" I amused that was what I was pointing at, I suddenly warped upwards into space, with stars and the moon to the right. I started to question the physics of that little maneuver. After I did that, I woke up.

My ranting:
I have had two dreams that are fairly long, and this one long extremely vivid dream, within two days. I think my dreams are getting better by the day, and now I will stop focusing on dream recall, and start focusing on becoming lucid in those dreams.

Sweet dreams.

I was playing AI War and apparently instead of space starting base was in some caves, also i had alot of buildings including some variation of starship constructor which could make more powerful starships and also guardian constructor which made guardian units. Then there were some battles underground and there were some kind of temple ruins.

Date: 20 June

Pre bed: 200 mg valerian, 100mg B6, podcast

Atmosphere: guest, heat, noises

Total sleep time: 6 hrs

DILD1: I am in our old neighborhood with my mom and a truck driver discussing something. I don't like him. The next moment the three of us are in a public restroom and it looks like he used it just before we did. I get obsessed about not wanting to touch the toiler paper after him, I notice there is something on the paper, plus it is all soaked. My mom comes up with some napkins from her bag that I also don't want to use.

The scene changes and we find ourselves in a movie theater. A fake memory forms that we just watched some movie, went to the restroom, and now mom is sneaking in to watch the next movie for free. One thing that looks unusual is that there is only one single long row of seats, but at the time, I conclude that this is normal. My mom sits while I try to leave the place. I spend some time waiting for her, and in the meantime she is looking for 3D glasses. I notice lots of sunglasses on the floor, that I identify as mine as start putting them in my bag. I head towards the exit, but the door is locked, there is no handle too. I get a fake memory that this is normal during movies. I think I use some form of dream control and the door opens, but behind it is another door which I open the normal way.

I find myself in a long somewhat creepy corridor with strangely colored walls, that reminds of dreams I had. And sure enough, I become lucid. I stare at the walls for a while, wondering if I should go ahead and plunge in them, but based on gut feeling decide against it. I move forward a bit but suddenly I get a sensation that my hair band is falling and my head feels kind of uncomfortable, up to the point where it is so distracting I cannot continue walking? I wonder if I should waste time to try and fix a ponytail but know this is a bad idea to do during an ld, so just remove the hair band and my hair feels fine. (talk about vanity )

I keep walking down the corridor that dynamically changes and become a bit like an inside balcony, and I can see part of the floor below. As I reach the end of the corridor/now balcony and look to my left the light downstairs goes off. Downstairs looks a bit creepy and I say something like "Oh, come on", but then hear some kind of a click sound and the light is on again. Then off again and finally on. What the hell is going on, I think. I turn around and something like a room is beginning to form. There are many DCs here, mostly children and a guy, they all look pretty much the same, very blond with red cheeks. I find this strange and the guy is not quite finished in the face, some of his features are not there so he is not very pleasant to look at. I decide I don't need to concentrate that much on him. I think about some of my goals. The first one that comes to mind is "assign a lucidity DC", so I start shouting at these strange blond DCs something about them and lucidity. Most of them don't pay me any attention, but my voice is so loud, I wonder if I am doing this irl too.

Then I look around, have a moment of aha realization as I remember the naked task. Of course, with so many DCs in the room, it is perfect for the task. So I first try to memorize the place and DCs a bit more (to be able to describe in detail, the way I do it, it is really bad for stability!) In front of me is a strange looking desk and three kids, one of them has silver sparkle decorations on his face. This time I am wearing only underwear with my casual type of bra. Just as I figure an easy way to take it off, the dream abruptly ends and I find myself back in bed.

I am very aware of body and need to go to the restroom. As I get back to bed I struggle with the heat, and am interrupted by the alarm of the guest, who always sets it hours earlier than he needs to wake up and leave. I really don't understand this. Insomnia...and then finally asleep for a bit.

DILD2: The dream begins as I am concentrating on my hands, trying to hold them still as possible, I get this floating feeling, expecting to transition. I then look around and understand that I am already in the dream. It is a small room, I start rubbing my hands vigorously, paying attention to the effect. The dream stabilizes for a while. I remember "the task" and search for DC audience. There are two male DCs on the bed, one on top of the other (doing nothing and with clothes on), and the other is asleep. They look very lifeless and I wonder if I should leave the room - door is just in front of me, but I get the feeling that might throw the dream out of balance and decide to wait. "Let me first get naked, then I'll see about the audience". I check my clothes - jeans (that later turn to shorts), socks, and a T-shirt. I start with the T-shirt but as it covers my eyes, it gets a bit entangled around my head, and I as get it off I lose my sight and end up in the void.

This annoys me but my anger turns into podcast inspired stubbornness and I keep trying to resume with the dream taking my shorts off and one sock while in the void. A moment later the dream picks up from exactly the same place. I expect at this point not to be wearing shorts anymore, but as I look down I have two pairs of shorts one on each leg. It's funny and reminds me of OB and her blankets. I go and sit on the bed which is now on the opposite side of the room, or is it another bed? I contemplate a bit of whether I really need to be sitting to more easily get rid of my shorts and remaining sock, but conclude it feels more comfortable that way. The dream fades and I wake.

The guest finally wakes up too, so that was it for today.

My recollection:

I attempted to share a dream with a good friend of mine last night. Lots of false awakenings, remember seeing myself fall through their ceiling and floor, then receiving a text explaining what happened. I also remember seeing her intermittently throughout the night, but nothing specific.

Their recollection:

They described me as older than I look now. we both recall seeing each other a few times last night, but nothing specific on their end either..