non-lucid

I'm at some sort of city district, and me and some of my friends are heading to a room where John Green (an author) will sit in a chair and talk about his books and writing process and such. On my way to the room, I head down some stairs behind someone I know (but am not really much of a friend with). There is text on the stairs, and it seems to be a given that your tumblr posts and people's replies/likes/reblogs (the kind of posts you see on your blog page on Tumblr when you click "posts") on the stairs behind you as you walk. The person in front of me happens to have a very popular blog, so the text keeps changing as she walks. By her posts and replies I find that she's going to the same place I am. I talk to her about it and we smile and laugh and watch her posts on the stairs as I walk down them. For some reason, I thought it would be a bad idea to step on the letters.

When we get to the room, the only seats left are in the corner, to the left of where John Green is sitting, as he's up against the wall. There are two seats, and me and the person I met on the stairs sit there. Then, the lights go out and an announcement says something. I didn't hear it, but certain people start filing our of the room and certain people stay where they are. I had to ask the person I met on the stairs two or three times about what the announcement said before she would respond and I could hear her. The announcement had said that everyone who didn't have a nightlight should go. Apparently, a nightlight meant an article of clothing that glowed in the dark enough to give enough light to see yourself by. I was frustrated because I had a flashlight and glow-in-the-dark shirt and shoes, but flashlights weren't allowed and my glow-in-the-dark clothing wasn't bright enough.

I think I might have had the goal to kill someone or something? To stop something, or maybe for revenge? The city district has a mexico or central america theme, and a lot of the buildings are made out of adobe or made to look like they are, and there are red, yellow, and green patterns, etc. I think I might have stopped into some stores. I also thought about the 10th doctor at some point, or maybe I saw him, I can't remember.

Later, I'm Jack Frost and I'm by the real me's garage, and I think my family comes out of it and say that they doubt it will ever snow or something like that. So once they go back inside, I make it snow a lot at the house, and especially at the garage. Then I get high into the air and try to start spreading the snow across the neighborhood and farther, but I feel my powers draining. Somehow I know that if I go to that district, then I can find someone who can get my powers back. Apparently this is like a prologue of everything that just happened, although it came after everything I've typed above. I go to the city district and find out that there's a bar that someone built near a toll booth on the border between I-dont-know-what. I find this out by listening to three (four?) kids talk about it (I think the kids were the Them from Good Omens, or they were inspired by them). I'm not listening to them by following them around or anything, but it's like I'm watching a memory of their conversations. Indeed, it seems that I see snippets of scenes with the kids, and every one of them happened in the past. They say how stupid of an idea it was, that one of the kid's dad was stupid for putting a bar there and thinking that it would work. The kids debated and argued about it for a while, but eventually they went there themselves on bikes (there is a foot/bike path a little ways from the road at the toll booths, although they are separated by trees, and so the people on the road usually don't notice it. One of the kids is explaining why the restaurant is so successful, and the other kid still doesn't believe him until they approach the trees and see the heavy traffic and all the people entering and leaving the bar. Traffic was heavy there because the bar was very popular and everyone wanted to eat there, and then the traffic was so bad and immovable that people went there just so they wouldn't be sitting in their cars, so it was kind of a brilliant business plan because it made people eat there whether they wanted to or not. However, it was an area that would sometimes experience flooding.

When I come and see the bar myself, the roof is gone and so are the doors, and there is a lot of water in it. A woman and her children are desperately scooping out water, but the water keeps rising. The woman tells her children to stop because it's getting too dangerous, and to leave it to her, but it's no use, because the water is rising too quickly and they are going to lose their bar. When I see what is going on, I try to help get the water out, but the only thing I have is a long red straw of the kind you use to stir coffee. I put it in the water, suck some in, spit it out away from the bar, and repeat, but it doesn't make any difference. I then see a scene from the past, of someone talking about a poster that is up on the wall in the bar that says "Mad Wolf", and apparently it's a poster for some DJ/Host for parties at the bar that was very popular, but he doesn't do that anymore. The poster has a wolf in a diaper on it.

I then see a scene from even earlier in the past. It's the last night that Mad Wolf ever hosts a party. He comes out into a room with two walls that are glass on their upper half, but his poster is on the wall that faces the crowd, at the corner where the two glass walls meet. When Mad Wolf comes out, he is an overweight man with long, greasy hair, wearing nothing but a diaper. He stands behind the poster like he always does and speaks into the microphone. No one ever sees him at parties - they just hear him. Everyone loves him and his voice sounds great and cool. However, just a little bit into the party, a woman comes to the glass wall that does not face the crowd and looks in, because she want to see what Mad Wolf looks like and possibly talk to him. No one ever expected this to happen, and it hadn't happened for many nights, because the room is in the back of the bar and the glass wall that does not face the ground is part of a small space that no one would ever have the interest in going into, if it weren't to look at Mad Wolf. When she realizes what he looks like, word spreads fast and no one wants to hear him anymore.

Dream recall from today's naps.

Nap #1(fragments):

(very fragmented recall)At one point of dream i was browsing dreamviews. And at another point of dream i saw a dragon.

Nap #2(fragments):

I was making an let's play of some game that looked like half-life, but the levels and story were different and it was happening in some kind of ruins. Then later i was watching videos of someone playing around with game's engine or something like that.
Later i was in some area that looked like something from game S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and there was lab which i went to visit. There were some people talking about some extreme kinds of drugs and were testing them on subjects. One was named "A--ex"(can't recall the name fully) and on low dosage it was causing rage and hallucinations of blood-colored flame in subjects, but on high dosage it was turning the subjects berserk permanently and their skin was getting covered and then replaced with those blood-colored flames. Another one (i can't recall name)was made from 'hippie hair' ( ) and was causing complete loss of thoughts in subjects.

I'm talking to a dream character who claimed to be katie's mum, but was tall and skinny with grey hair and worked for metro. I was walking with her in a foreign part of town, catching a train to a maths test.We talked about how PSO's, in the beginning, shot a lot of people because there were a lot of riots in protest of the PSOs. Then were on the train and I am conscious of being in a dream, I was on the train but there were no walls, I could have been on the roof. As I was conscious I tested the theory that text couldn't remain constant in a dream. Each platform number looked the same and I was kind of tricked, but I do remember seeing the number on one sign, then the one next to it said 12. I had an urge to look at the writing on my hand, (Ive written the word 'hello' on my hand as a reality check) but I had no control over my body to lift up my hand and look. I think I was barely conscious as well because I drifted in and out of just going with the dream.

It starts off with me in this maze type thing, I can see the sky and the hedges and fences are really low two my right and left, I walk forwards and then right into this closed off room, I pick up an accordion and start trying to play it, I then leave to room and go straight down the corridor, to the left of where I started out.
As I was walking, some blue, pixel art style, text came into view, saying "This truly is the best day ever."
I then carried on through a building and was having a lot of fun trying to play this accordion.
Then these 40's style Nazi soldiers in black/grey uniforms came and I had to run back to the start.
My mum was in the dream and told me that I had to get rid of the accordion just in case they want me to play it but I can't or something along those lines, she then told me that after this I could learn it.
The Nazi's then took me to play their version of the game, and it had really weird pixely/chip tune music and it was all black and white, the writing then came up saying "this is the best game ever" and this time in white, "posh", font.

-End-

All in all, I actually really loved this dream, haha.

[Left work early. Got home around 3:00pm. * and took a nap, fell asleep around 3:15pm. Woke around 4:45pm.]

[Playing a character in the dream but saw good friends from middle school (Chad and John), a former boss that constantly berated me (Nina), a current kind co-worker (Evelina), and an old interest that attempted to use me to gain a US Visa (Nawras).]

I am going on a big trip with a group from school [not real school, class, ect]. We fly somewhere and are staying at the huge luxury resort. We are a part of some big event and there are groups from many other schools around the country. Nina is supervising our group and is not too happy about it. We leave our rooms to meet in a large conference room to read the event rules and regulations - what to do and not to do while we are in the resort.

At the moment there is only a few of us and it is silent while each person reads the rules separately. Evelina, who finishes first, casually walks over to look out the floor-to-ceiling window (many stories up) that faces the huge parking lot. Laughing to herself she exclaims, "Wow! There's two HUGE cars out there parked where we have to use the restroom. Why would they do that?" Thinking HUGE means limousines, I quickly join her at the window to look outside. Despite half the parking lot being empty, there is a black and a white SUV parked on the grass right next to the small path leading to the bathroom. What jerks! There are PLENTY of spaces.

Shaking my head, I walk back to other side of room and start reading. Apparently the rules are ridiculous because I read the first sentence and mutter, "DAMN!" This is met with a dirty glare from Nina and I immediately apologize and avoid looking at her. From the corner of my eye I see my friend is grinning behind her papers trying not to laugh at me.

A few hours later, my friend and I go exploring in the lush green hills and bordering forest behind the resort. We noticed a lot of people have been disappearing down in that area and reappearing later giggling and chatting among themselves but refuse to tell us anything. We're determined to see what everyone is up to; plus, it is all the more exhilarating because we are not supposed to leave the hotel property and we're feeling a bit naughty.

A mile or so behind the hotel we're almost at the line of the forest. There is a small shed like at my grandmother's house in front of a 5 foot high wood plank fence. Behind the fence I can see a wire mesh cage over a few small bushes. A little further behind the cage is a 6 foot tall wood chair, similar to a life guard seat at the beach, and next to this is a pile of brush. People are coming and going from somewhere nearby so I decide to pop over the fence and take a look.

As I start over the top plank, my cell phone rings - it's an unknown number. Hesitating for a moment, I finally pick up. "Hello?"
"Hi gorgeous. What's your name?"
"Uuuhhh... Emily. Why?"
"Emily, I love that sexy voice you have. You know what you should do with that smoky voice of yours?"

At this point I remember someone telling me one of the groups at the resort got a hold of a handful of women's numbers and were calling them to attempt to initial what they called "phone flirting" conversations. At a loss of what to do next - because I am too nice to just hang up the phone and go back to my adventure - I look desperately to my friend to help. Huge grin plastered on her face, she takes the phone from my hand and interrupts the "charmer" on the other end with the most high pitched voice I've ever heard.

"Hi, my name is Amie. How are you?"
I burst out laughing while the confused guy on the phone sputters, "W...wait. Is this Emily or Aime?"
"Both!"
"Oh fuck!" Click! Call end!

Now we're both laughing our asses off over how randomly absurd the entire conversation was when I see my old friend Chad sitting in the life guard seat. As I turn to get his attention, John, who apparently has been looking for us, catches up. I start telling him about the phone call and my situation earlier with Nina.

"I seriously could NOT get through that thing without muttering swears under my breath."
Amie chimes in with, "No, really John, she could NOT stop swearing. She said like four things right in front of Nina and I thought she was about to get attacked. The look on her face was HILARIOUS!" John and I are rolling on the ground laughing and Amie is doubled over with laughter. We recover a few minutes later and I start to climb the fence again.

I make eye contact with Chad and he is not amused.
"How the heck did you get out here Chad?"
"Only certain people can know and you're not one of them so you should just get back to the hotel."

I just shrug off his shortness and start looking around. I can see a huge bush about 20 feet from the cage that I couldn't see before because the shed blocked my view. Heading in that direction, I walk past the cage and just happen to notice there are tiny baby rabbits inside the wire mesh; they look so soft and warm! Glancing to my left, wait... Woah! A random guy pushes up the pile of brush, sees me, and quickly disappears. It must be a secret trap door!

In my excitement, I start towards the pile when Chad stops me. "No! Stop! That's private property and we cannot be near it. Listen, there's a tunnel in the bushes over there that leads back to the basement of the hotel. That's what everyone's been up to. Just go." Smiling triumphantly, I go check out the bushes and sure enough, there is a huge dark tunnel! So through it I go.

Arriving finally back at the resort, I pop in somewhere to see Nawras. I must have known from before that he would be there with some friends but because the hotel is so massive, I did not think it likely we would even see each other. Momentarily I am dazzled by his sexy smile and well-toned body. The old crush surfaces at that moment and all I want to do is get him back to my room to finish off this attraction once and for all.

Before I can even open my mouth to return his greeting though, the memories of his betrayals flood back into my head. When he used to blow me off for his friends but seem conveniently interested with me when he needed a ride. Then when he magically appeared in my life three years later, out of the blue, to talk to me on the phone for hours about why he is so much more mature than when he was in college. Finally finishing it off with his admission that he was going to ask to marry me so he could gain a US Visa but once he realized I was not leaving my boyfriend for him, he never talked to me again.

Not only did he use me, but I was stupid enough to let him, even after catching onto his game the first time. Am I that in need of someone to talk openly with? A close friend? I think not, but there is a reason for everything - even if it is a bad reason. These negative emotions effectively wake me fully.

[Observations]
I am seeing an interesting theme of negative emotions that I've set aside or ignored manifesting themselves suddenly in my dreams. I wonder if this is due to my openness to new experiences or if it is only because I am now making an attempt to remember my dreams. Hmm...

Non-lucid

I actually don't remember much of my dream last night (I had smoked weed before I slept, which usually hinders my lucid/recall abilities >. <). Though I do recall being with an old friend and little fragments of the dream, like looking into her eyes and they were really bright and shiny and we were hugging and cuddling with each other a lot and laughing about things I don't remember. She also gave me a piece of candy. I think in the context of the dream we were in love and as a result the dream was just seeping with positive emotions. That is what I remember most.

Dream 1:

The first part of dream was about some game, but can't recall much about it, after that, i was visiting dreamviews and it was looking alot different, there were visually many colors used in the interface and all text was multicolored. There was some kind of huge project about let's plays and everyone was posting alot on it.
Later i was watching some anime, which was kinda pokemon-like, but i can't recall if there were any actual pokemon...
After that i was playing some game, which started out like multiplayer 2D sideview platformer. I, with some other player, was going through some location like a mine, there were railways with minecarts and there were alot of pits. The second player was panicking alot for some reason and was falling down the pits. After done with that the game switched to be singleplayer 3D FPS and continued in the sewers, and the enemies were clowns and like. I was getting through the level very quickly and the water in some pits was acidic. Something in this level made me make really weird facial expression like if i was trying to make it hilarious but was failing on it really badly. Next level, the game turned into 2D topdown shooter and i was controlling some kind of vehicle while going through some kind of magma processing facility, which was basically platforms over a huge lake of magma with some mechanisms and pipes. There were alot of turrets and decorations to destroy and it was pretty hard to maneuver and dodge enemy attacks since there was not alot of place. Midway through the level the game switched to 3D platformer and the vehicle disappeared. There was a small puzzle where i needed to carry some kind of mechanisms onto the top of three pipes, which was a bit repetitive since path between mechanisms and pipes was the same and i could carry only one at the time. But it opened the path ahead and i had one spare mechanism left, i talked to someone whether it's required and we looked ahead, it didn't seemed like it could be so we left it and continued the way through pretty hard platforming section.
I paused the game and decided to check back on the dreamviews, now there was a discussion about the % of something, and there were already alot of entries on the let's play project from earlier. I was showing them to someone else, who was standing next to me and those were let's plays of some multiplayer class-based FPS, which also did included team fortress 2 classes and a bunch of reference based classes, i recall some pirate class and some class that was wearing badly made paper mask. One of the let's players was really drunk. Shortly the dream ended.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was visiting dreamviews and there was something going on about Linkzelda posting walls of text.

Thursday 5/2/13

last night bed 12am - 7:30am

DR: Lots of dreams in the morning. Didn't get up to write them down, just replayed with words. All I remember is that there was an Earth Invasion with some bots. (Watched the Iron man yesterday, scene where huge robots are shooting at crowds)

Nap 8am - 10:15am
So happy, because 15 min after I woke up, cleaners came to neighbors apartment to clean the carpet.

WILD+2 DEILDs

As soon as I felt it, I pushed my head back and got some intense falling sensation that ended in LD. I did this twice. One entry - as I'm laying, I think about looking at my hands, so I raise my dream hands and they are so cool. Black swirling, shiny fog. Then I decide I can get up now.

I pet one of my cats, it was MM. I could tell from the way she looked - just like in WL, and her coat felt exactly the same. I was gonna take it easy and stabilize by looking at the wall in my brothers bedroom. As I'm zooming in on details, I start floating backwards to the window, but I stop it, because want to look at the wall some more.

They were short, just 20 sec each.

Finally have a fully fleshed out dream again. The first dream I recorded last night was in the dark and only kinda sorta looking at the page - very much asleep. Jottings continued throughout the night till I woke up and wrote the last two out.

Sleep ~230
Wakes: 550 (br), 858 (bioclock kicking in for my 9am alarm), 1030

Almost had sex with Spike (Buffy)/..(some guy i knew in high school TB). People showed up before I could go play. I was texting him on a weird device (looked like one of those old pocket sized electronic games... or mb an old calculator - rubber buttons, small display area) and all of us were using odd objects (one was the body swapping device Faith had (Buffy), but it did something else). A few allowed air mobility - not actual flight though I don't think.

There was cotton like candy. was in the sky. It turned into clouds and changed the scene.

I found/ran into this guy covering up what appeared to be murders. He was fine with being caught and blamed for it - expected it, but he didn't do it. He was trying to destroy the chalk, but I got there before he could. The chalk could change thing - whatever you drew came to be. The gods/fates were going to leave me a piece, but I got too greedy and tried to take more and so all of the chalk went away. I wanted to draw the candy clouds.

The gang (Buffy) and I were arriving somewhere for a normal meeting. Giles told me spike wanted a word. I stayed to harvested a few pieces of waterleaf (terraria) but I couldn't pick them up - inventory full.

Running through a field. I had waited until the 'first god appears'. By this is was meant animal life - I had to wait till it returned to the field. I'm guessing it was spring. When I ran through it I was running past all these animals - bunnies with colorful butterfly like wings being the most memorable. Behind me I saw a huge centaur come out of the woods into the field. I thought 'this is a true god of the forest' and kept going. I saw on the ground some animal tossing ants in front of itself. The ants were fighting... something. apparently the animal's only purpose was to do this every spring.

In an old time prison. We organized an escape with a large distraction. When most of the guards are preoccupied we approach the fence (me and a friend of mine - he becomes my mate later in the dream). There is a guy there with a mat with shoes on it. I ask him why and he says some mystical sounding bullshit that really means nothing but implies that he will shoot us if we go for the fence. I talk to him a little till decides he likes me and tell him we are going to walk along the fence 'so please don't shoot us'. I find the gap and wait until he is distracted to bolt. Two others follow, but I don't pay them much attention. If I don't commit everything to the run I wont get away. It is forested initially. When the forest clears a little I see a town. - well, the industrial side of it anyway. I keep running one direction as much as possible - I dart around impossible to go over objects, but try to correct my course by going the other way around the next obstacle. Every now and then I see one of my fellow convicts following me - I notice that it isn't just my partner following - there is another guy. I have to keep going - get out of range of the patrols. Its getting late and I'm trying to think of where we will stay tonight when I stumble into an alley (very well lit - more of a building that happens to be outside. There are a lot of boxes all over the place - storage area as well as kitchen) where this guy is cooking. He asks me 'cow?' while holding out his hands - he has a smallish piece of meat and a bunch of chopped up veggies. I know I'm going to have to eat after that long of a run and so I consent gratefully. The two others arrive behind me. I try to go spend time with them and my partner pushes me back towards the cook saying something to the effect of 'he is the one feeding you, don't neglect him'. The two of them find some scraps to eat while I go back to the cook. Some time during this I managed to grab a piece of plastic (containing food) that game me a decent cut on my right thumb, about a quarter to half an inch long. I don't remember it really bleeding, but the gash itself was ruby red ((When I woke up the pain of the cut was still there)). They boys point out the guards coming from the entrance behind us. This alley is a dead end and so we give up the idea of running. We try to hide, but there is no where to hide. I can't see the boys from where I am but assume they are recaptured. A male guard finds me first, but then I see a female that worked at the prison ((councilor perhaps?)). I apparently knew her and was appalled by her helping the guards fine me. Betrayed. I jumped her - legs wrapped around her waist to hold me to her as I punched her repeatedly in the face. The first guard pulled me off of her. I tell them teary eyed that I can't go back. I can't live there. I just can't. I would rather die. And so the guard raises his gun and shoots me. I wake up.

I remember walking through a caravan of seemingly connected motor homes...the really super expensive ones. We arrived at a stop, and I think everyone started playing basketball. D was there....we talked, but not that much. Eventually I decided to explore a bit.

I found myself in a waiting area. Some sort of office...maybe school hospital. It could have been anything. There was this one girl there.....

The scene changed...I was in the car with her. Pretty sure her kid was in the back seat. Pretty sure she wanted to fuck me. We kissed (usually this serves as a great RC, but everything felt real. other than how the scene changes slightly or how I notice things when my eyes close and open, I can't really explain it) I went for the gusto and and started caressing her right breast. I'd say she was like at 32 B...ugh so perfect. I grabbed her hand and moved it directly to my crotch. Her hands traveled the length of it, and she gave it a squeeze once she reached the tip. She made a comment about how big it was. And I told her that she'll really find out later. Thoughts kept running through my head....I wanted her. Right now, not later....where could we go. When does this kid leave....wtf. Woke up

I have my small dog on his lead we come to a gate, the gate is enclosed by two large Pines on either side.
We have to really squeeze and climb through, it feels similar to what i think it may be like in an old fashioned car wash. I get a few pine needles in my mouth.
Struggling for new beginnings, cleansing of thoughts, words, actions and deeds.

*link removed

Lots and Lots of Visitors [Non-Lucid]

My first memory of the dream comes in at my house with a friend who is over here very often, N, coming over. I can't remember much of what we did exactly, but at one point he said he was going to leave to do something. At the time I was on the phone with another friend who was going to come over as well, my old best friend from childhood S, and he was saying something as N was telling me his plan so I didn't exactly catch it before he left. He left his jacket, which I'm not sure he actually has, though.

The dream jumps forward a bit in my memory and S is already over now and we've been smoking weed, and I'm trying to get my friend M to come over now too. We're hanging out in the living room with everything pretty much out in the open when the front door opens unexpectedly. S's mom, who was definitely not really his mom, comes in and she seems angry, and I hide the pipe that's in my hand but there's still weed on the table so it doesn't do much good. He gets up and ends up having to go home with her, so I'm just alone now, aside from my parents being home too.

Shortly afterward there's a knock at the door and I think it might be M, but when I go to answer it there's a large truck parked in front of the house and a lot of people I don't recognize. The guy at the door was Hispanic and, if memory serves though it may not, there was at least one more Hispanic and two white guys still idling around the truck, and all of them looked equally tough and intimidating. The guy at the door had this really mad expression and I became nervous. He started asking me if some guy, also with a Hispanic name, was here and I told him he must have the wrong house. He started muttering about payback and how he had a gun and all of this stuff, and I freaked out and closed the door but I could see through the window that he wasn't going anywhere.

I walked over to the kitchen and started telling my parents the situation very frantically while trying to figure out what to do, and I noticed N's jacket still on the couch and began to wonder where he had gone and why he isn't back yet, hoping that nothing bad had happened. My dad went to the front door and opened it again and I got kind of scared, but he started taking to the guy and invited him and a few of the others around the truck inside. He asked about their situation and found out that they were trying to get revenge on some guy who had wronged them and they had tracked him here by using some special card or something, like it looked sort of like some kind of club card in the style of a credit card, but it turned out that my parents had actually registered that card years and years ago and then given it away, so the trail didn't actually lead them to the correct place. They accepted the story and looked bummed out, and I saw the guy who had knocked at the door suddenly looking much less intimidating, and the last thing I can remember is my dad starting to apologize to them.

Strangely my last two dreams that I've remembered have been sex dreams. This one was a very basic sex dream, my wife and I in a hotel room. I won't get into details. However, at the end of all of the sex we walked out to the courtyard of the hotel totally naked, where all of the staff and such were milling about, seemingly totally unaware that there were two naked people walking about. Strange but fun dream! The recall was actually better this time than some of my previous dreams but the entry is shorter for reasons I've stated above

Morning of May 2, 2013. Thursday.

My family and I as we are now are living in a composite house which seems to be a mix of my Cubitis home in Florida, my sister Marilyn’s Loomis Street house in Wisconsin, and Gellibrand and Stadcor Streets here in Australia where my wife Zsuzsanna and our children and I have lived. Our house has two storeys like the Loomis Street house. Presently, it seems to be nighttime. I become aware that an unknown man in a car had been looking up at our house towards our second floor for several minutes. He seems to be a suspicious character. However, he turns out to be a pest control professional. He tells us that our house is being eaten by some sort of worm called a “millimau”, which is possibly a distortion of “millipede” (which is what they resemble), and “maw” for mouth. The male shows me pictures of them in a book he brought.

My wife Zsuzsanna is apparently going to take care of the payment for the removal, and a large machine of some sort is left in our house. I am curious, so I push a couple buttons on this unfamiliar machine and it turns out that it is (or serves as) some sort of very large cash register that automatically adds up supposed pest control services. The very long list of costs comes out showing something like $890.00 total. There seem to be three different printers in the device that all print out duplicates copies of the bill on a long receipt, which is like a grocery store receipt. Zsuzsanna seems a little sad and expresses that she feels cheated over it all. The price of printing the three dockets is also added to the bill, including rental of the machine. We are also annoyed as It turns out that our house has no bugs or worms of any kind at all.

Later, the man comes back in with his co-workers to talk about the removal of the millimau, which now seems to be a trick to stealthily rob our house while pretending to get rid of vermin. I clearly say, “Eh, none of that here”. I throw up my right arm, and they fall back, shrink, and merge into a stack of older photographs (mostly of open city areas) sitting on a corner of a box near our kitchen, with some of the photographs flying across the room and going under furniture and appliances, such as our refrigerator, mostly upside-down. Zsuzsanna is concerned about the mess, but we can “stack” the trapped people later but maybe just toss them into our fireplace or hold them over a candle. We become romantic and I make loving comments.

Dream recall from today's naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some kind of old bunker, i was with team and we were chasing some dude. He was activating traps on our way, but we were still following him. There was some talk about bunker's self destruction sequence.
Later on i was at home, and i was trying to play something on a... cassette player. I got it working and there was some music, but then i accidentally switched it to self destruction sequence track( ). I was trying to stop it, almost broke it, and managed to stop it in the end.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was at home and there was stuff happening, then i was watching some movie or series about a dog. Later i was chatting on the dreamviews chat and after that i decided to do a WILD nap, but was not sleepy enough so ended up lying for a while. I got up and for some reason i so wanted to get back into chat that i forgot to take off headphones. I got into chat, but i could not type anything properly, like if i was really drunk or something, and then my messages started appearing from two usernames at same time, one being just "R", other can't recall fully but it started with W. Also chat was using bright red font on black background. I am like 'Wait a second' and i take off headphones, i can still hear binaural beats so i am dreaming. I start walking towards the balcony but dream suddenly destabilizes, i rub hands but it does not works well. I can move but view zooms around instead of myself moving most of time, and when zoomed in it looks like jpeg file zoomed in. I manage to get to the wall and i decide to punch through it. My fist goes in slow motion, but once it hits, wall cracks in half. Then i feel like somebody tries to wake me up and hear dad's voice.
I woke up and dad apparently indeed woke me up for some reason, i shouted that didn't i said before to not distract me at those times. There's a second of silence and then bam, instantly, without much fading, i wake up properly.