non-lucid

I jumped out of a building and I saw some female ninja running down the wall. We hit the ground at the same time. She's wearing a typical ninja outfit except it's brown, and her mask is a darker shade of brown. She also has a Chinese straw hat on. We're both running and she vanishes in and out of perception view..I don't know if she's teleporting or just moving fast as hell like DBZ. I stopped for a moment, and she turned around and threw something at me. I held out my hand (three green fingers), and immediately caught the sai. She threw another one and I did the same. It was like I didn't have to focus on the object, but more or less my hand and and everything else just guided it in. I told her I was the best with sai's and some lady came up and started asking me question....all her words were weird. Like her sentences didn't make any sense. I tried to answer them, but it was just off.

So I went to bed with the intention of getting Lucid... And I sure did... Here's how my night went.

I was in a dream, doing something... Can't remember what, and I became Lucid. I can't remember what I did in this one, but I know I was definitely Lucid..
You'll see why I can't remember what I did in a second...

After about 5 mins of being Lucid, I woke up, then DEILD back into a dream, and became Lucid again... It was raining, and I lifted up my hands and changed it to be sunny.
Then I had an FA, and did a nose plug RC and became Lucid... again... Then I was at school, and was talking to some chicks, and I woke up...

At this point I was just lying there like, 'uh... ok, lets keep going!' (WBTB) So I went back to sleep with the intention of becoming Lucid again, and I did. Now I told my sister that we were dreaming, and then went and flew around for a bit... Then my lucidity faded, and I had an FA, did a Nose Plug RC and became Lucid again....
This red bit repeated over like, literally 7 times.... :/ So when I woke up I was just like "duh herp derp what just happened'...
xD

-Adallia the Mystery-

I was at my high school, there was a large commotion filled with ambulances, police cars and... moving vans. Still, I was but a teenage girl, in this dream at least. I was a brown-haired, short-short teen who seemed a bit bitchy, to say the least, and for some reason, I needed to get into the room that the officials seemed to be protecting the most, and so I was able to walk right on by, easily too. As I walked to the room, I kept hearing something about this girl Adallia. Something about her being either dead or missing, or both. I went into the room, who I assumed was Adallia's. Inside, there was just a bunch of boxes, almost like instrument boxes, though I walked outside, looking at the night street corner and suddenly seeing a young female's lifeless body in my vision, snapping back and forth over and over again, only at different angles. I could only see her body and the environment around her. I screamed loudly, everyone stared, I screamed "It's Adallia! All I can see is Adallia!". After that, I only remember seeing a view of the arm of a fallen dead person, pale and lifeless with a glove on that represented a fox's paw of some sort, something about how Adallia was still alive and that this was only a cod to cover up another murder she committed. That didn't explain why I could only see her body, or someone's body.

I was horrified.

Dreamt that there was a large ape who for some reason was angry at me and wanted to keep me in his apartment. I sent a friend to go get whatever it was that the ape had lost so that I could leave and I was forced to wait. Things started to look up when another pair of friends came into the apartment. I told them to go on without me. As soon as they opened the door to leave, I pounced, running down the stairs, jumping down entire flights because I knew this ape would reach me. When I reached the bottom, I noticed that this is the least practical exit ever conceived. This lack of convenience let the thing catch up a bit before I was out the door and running even harder. Unfortunately the ape caught up to me and... I don't know what happened from there.

Next dream had me at my college suite. It was a lot more spacious, kind of like a nice apartment. The three televisions that are here were arranged in a more pleasing manner, and for whatever reason there were children's books on a bookshelf here. It looked like generation 3 my little pony stuff. Moving on, I had to go to class. The classroom itself was to the left of my suite and it looked a lot like my room. The class ended quickly, with not much learning happening. At the end there were two people on the ground looking quite close to doing the nasty. I left the room when a less than awesome thought occured... They might use my room to bump uglies. I needed to make sure that they wouldn't. I turned into something not unlike Mr. Magoo in appearance and knocked on the door. They ran away from me and I chased them down, now only wanting the thrill of the chase. I tackled them onto the ground and went back to my room. When I arrived someone who creeps me right the hell out in real life came in after me and handed me my flip flop. Were I not comfortable in my bed, I felt like I may have simply beaten him with it. The rest is kind of a blur, though I vaguely remember the caferteria being involved somehow (it was a mix of my high school's caf and college one.)

I am in the clearing of a forested area on a hill. I am with about four other people and we are
discussing what would happen if our homes are under siege or something very simillar. There
is a yellow shack in my view and I think I tell them that it is my home. I forget if I go in or around it but when I do I
am in view of a huge mansion house and I head inside it. When inside it I begin bheading through rooms and getting to other rooms using the windows. Once I have finished what I was doing I jump out the window and join the group
now in a huge garden with hedges. We begin to fight eachother and I take out each
one of them, then they respawn in a blue flash.

[OK, so I've made a decision here. At least occasionally, on days when I haven't had any really great dreams, I'll post an older dream on here from my personal dream journal. Most of these will be my more major Harry Potter dreams, but this one had no Harry Potter that I remember, just mostly sci-fi stuff. Just so there is something more interesting in my dream journal for the day.]

4-23-2012 -- I am out doing courier work (not sure where) when I find Jeff Goodwin has just joined the company, and I am asked to give him a hand with one delivery. We're traveling a little bit on this one, something like 150 or 200 miles, and it seems to be a fairly smooth journey.

We get where we are going, and deliver one package to a construction site that is along the lines of an OPC plant, then Jeff explains they gave him another package to deliver right down the block at a school. He goes to deliver that, while I wait for him before we can go back.

As I am waiting, an attractive young lady comes along on a golf cart and is accusing me of being where I don't belong. I explain the delivery and waiting for Jeff, and she tells me to get on the golf cart, indicating that I can either take a seat, or drive it. I lift her up, take the driver's seat, and sit her in my lap. This doesn't seem to bother her. Then I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, but nothing really improper, and she warns me "Now you're starting to push it." and we drive off a short distance, back to the construction site, which has now changed.

She looks vaguely like Olga from the show 7 Days, and she is here investigating something, trying to figure out what kind of deliveries they are getting here. It seems nothing matches the labels. There are boxes marked food that seem to contain several live cats (which are being referred to as dogs) and stuff like that. The cats are cute, and there are lots of little girls that want to play with them.

She grabs the box I just delivered, which is marked bandages, and is filled with, yes, bandages. First box she has found that is properly marked. As we are checking on things, stuff shifts to where we are actually in some sort of alien camp, trying to learn what we can, but having to avoid drawing notice to ourselves. Seems like kind of a cross between 'They Live,' 'V,' and the Tripod books.

We're wearing sunglasses that are supposed to control what we see, and how we react to things, but one of our people has tampered with them so they only half-work. They affect what we are seeing enough that we can keep from reacting unexpectedly, but they keep us from being controlled. Most of the aliens are mostly human-size, but do not act like humans ... except for a few.

There is a very huge alien that acts a little different, and a short human who acts much the same way, and we discover they are the result of a cross-breeding experiment where the more human offspring are short and the alien ones are roughly Hagrid-sized. But both offspring are too easy going and laid back to be of any use to the aliens. They are free, and tolerated, but will never be a part of the alien civilization.

We're in a small box-like area doing our research, and I still have been keeping an eye out for Jeff's return, but I realize I haven't been paying enough attention, and don't know if he is still at the school or not. A couple of the aliens come by, and the Olga character doesn't see them and talks about something she shouldn't, which has them examining us more closely. One person reacts badly, and they pick him up and find his glasses have been tampered with, and fix them. He is now under their control.

They start picking up a couple of others, and eventually reach for me. I try to dodge, and they tell me to stand still. I don't, but that tells them I am not under their control, and they manage to grab me and pick me up by the hair. To me, the aliens look identical, and they are commenting on how we can't tell them apart while looking at them directly. They take my glasses, and somehow as I glance at them, one is obviously male while the other is female, and I never noticed it before. I comment on it.

With the glasses removed, I have lost all volition. I just don't care what is going on, and am just hanging by my hair. One of them tells me that for fooling them with the fake glasses, he is going to kill me, and he carries me over to a display that is roped off that has a kind of strange, small, square furnace in it, and starts swinging me by my hair, preparing to toss me in it. I finally start to care, and grab him by the hand and fight my way free.

As I struggle with him, my hand lands on the mask he is holding, and I tear it off his face. It turns out on his face under the mask he has a ton of spots, and all the aliens are horribly racist, and hate those with more or less spots then themselves. This is why they wear the masks, to allow them to function. I start to call out about how spotty he is, and the other aliens grab him and start to tear him apart. They forget all about me.

So I run back to the small box-like encampment, and start gathering my people together. It is hard to interest a couple who have already had their glasses fixed, and there is no sign of Jeff. The Olga character has disappeared, and I am trying to find her. There is another young woman, nude, and fairly attractive, who is moaning about how horrible she looks, and I am trying to convince her she looks lovely, her mind is just being messed with by the glasses.

I am looking for a way out, and in an intuitive leap, I think that the strange sort of eye-looking organic things I have seen in a couple of hatches in the floor might be a sort of exit. I can't seem to find any of them now, but I spot a closed hatch on the ground and get the others to help me open it. The space underneath looks organic, with a kind of an alien-green skin surrounding what almost looks like a bright yellow eye area. I gather my nerves and drop myself into the hatch, and the 'eye' opens like a sort of iris, and I fall through into some sort of slime.

I hold my breath and move through a sort of slime-filled underworld, where I can see a few others moving around, before I fall through entirely, and find myself back in the exterior area where I made my original delivery, then I wake up.

10-04-2012 -- And with this dream I catch up the only October dream I haven't already posted. I have no idea how or why, but I have just moved in to a second story bedroom in BM's home in England ... and I think I'm going to move out again almost immediately.

I am trying to take a shower, and there are long, thorny vines twisting all through the shower, making it almost impossible. I step out and grab a pair of hedge clippers, planning to cut them up, when B. comes in screaming that I will do no such thing! I'm expected to just live with the vines, as they were here first.

As we are arguing, some of her kids and grand kids come wandering in, and start taking showers while wearing their clothes for modesty. This doesn't work too well because about half of them end up turning see-thru. I'm enjoying the view, which leads to a couple of husbands being mad at me. Well, if they don't want people watching their wives shower, they ought to wait until the bathroom is free and they can have it to themselves!

It turns out it is Christmas, and they all force me to sit down with them for the entire gift opening process, yet it is a family thing, and nobody has brought any gifts for me, so they should have just left me out of the whole thing, damn it! Finally I decide I've had enough ... I'm moving out! "No you aren't! How dare you! You selfish, insensitive, ungrateful jerk!" We fight over what stuff in the bathroom is mine, and they are trying to steal my soap and stuff. They also take some of my money which is all in pound notes (how I know I am in England.)

They are giving me a pair of purple panties that are so small they must belong to a little kid, but what would I want with those?!? B. almost throws my shoes out the second floor window, and across the fence into the neighbor's yard with all the wild animals (a place I know from other dreams.)

I finally make it out the front door, when I remember that I also have a large stash of quarters still inside the house. I use some sort of mind power to call a couple of the kids, and they gather up two big handfuls of quarters and bring them out to me. I take them, and it is my money, but I feel slightly bad that the kids might get in trouble for giving it to me.

Soon I find myself in Las Vegas for some sort of show at a balloon convention. Don't know much about the convention because I have never been to one before, but the show is like the evening shows they do at the FCM convention. Mark Byrne is preparing to do a major show, and he wants me to assist him. He takes a few minutes to ask me how I am doing and what's going on in my life, then asks if I am familiar with the glass frame-card trick. I'm not sure, it looks kind of like the pen through card trick I did as a little kid, except it is huge, sized for a card of about three feet by four.

As Mark is making sure I am prepared, a barber comes up to us both. He is to make sure we're both ready for the show. He gives Mark a quick trim of hair and beard, takes maybe 30 seconds, then he does the same thing to me. I expect I'm getting the same brief trim that Mark got, then I glance in a mirror and find no, the top of my head is now almost bald, except for this tiny tuft of hair that has been dyed gray, and somehow gives me a kind of Oriental look. What the hell?

Mark again asks me how I'm doing as we're preparing to go on, and this time I let him know I'm not doing all that well, I'm broke and out of work. But hopefully things will all work out.

10-16-2012 -- Entire first part of this was lost. Second part begins with me driving down a road, heading to some kind of balloon gig I'm doing. As I am getting near the place I want to turn in, I see an attractive lady wearing one of the can can girl costumes from the Golden Horseshoe Revue. I roll down the window of the Jimmy and call out something about how much I still miss that show. The lady turns around, and I think it is Ginny, one of the can can girls I used to watch in the show.

I see another can can girl also walking up, which makes it very likely they have a performance going on. Unfortunately since I am performing balloons, I'll probably have to miss it! Darn! I park my vehicle and get out, and find for some reason I am holding and petting a baby kitten. I have no idea why, but I know I am supposed to be holding it.

The event we're all entertaining for seems to be some kind of marathon, and they are getting ready to start. There's a really smarmy, stuck up jerk who is trying to order me around and tell me where to go, saying something about how nobody except himself has any rights to anything or any kind of decent treatment. He makes it clear that I better not write anything negative about him, or I'm out of there. I wasn't expecting to write anything for the Hornet about this, anyway, but I'm sure starting to consider it, now!

I glance around, and see some helium balloons and such up on a slight slope overlooking the street where the marathon is starting, and hike up there, figuring that is probably where they want me. The rude guy is here, and now seems to be one of the balloon people. He has a huge balloon bouquet that seems to be made of very long, thin balloons and huge 3 foot weather balloons or the like. It is trying to drift off in the breeze, and I stop it, which just leads to the guy telling me to stay away from his balloons. Sheesh ... try to help somebody.

I'm talking with the other balloon artists, and starting to consider what I might work on, when I spot the fire department running around, emptying out and replacing the various porta-potties set up for the event. Don't know why they are the ones doing this, but OK. My Jimmy is parked where it might be in the way, so I go to move it, but this only causes the second window to fall into the door like the first one did in real life a couple of days ago.

I find myself standing in a hotel lobby on the hillside, looking at some fancily dressed woman who is acting really stuck up and snobbish while talking about the whole event, and there are secret service agents spying on her and everybody else. I start to spy on them, and they seem to respect me because I respect them enough to keep an eye on them. Strange.

10.17.2012

Bicycle Tube Deflated (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a nap from 11:40am to 1:15 PM, which I really needed, and managed to remember twos dreams. I set a countdown timer for 15 minute intervals before the whole hour and a few minutes of nap was up, which was probably key to recall a dream.

I'm riding a bicycle somewhere in an environment that's similar to the Circular Road at the Clock Tower where only half of the road is the right way for the left and right side. It seems that I'm riding a bicycle, but I actually end up driving a typical white Ford Truck.

It feels really weird riding a truck with the feelings that I'm riding a bicycle....I end up pushing the White Truck around the ring road around the Clock Tower, and I wanted it to stop. I guess I had more power to push it so easily and quickly than I thought I would have.

Then I focus on a bicycle, probably this same one I was riding while riding the truck at the same time

So much confusion here.

Anyway, I check the tire of the bicycle the front one specifically, and I realized that it's starting to loose some air. There's only one way it could've done that, something must've punctured it. I slowly rolled the front tire to check for any nails or sharp objects. I saw that the valve that would receive the air for the bicycle was inverted.

What I mean by that is that you know that little nib that gets the air for the bicycle usually goes through the metal to secure the tubing and tire? Well, it ended up being ON the surface of the tire.

There was also two valves on the tire, which was weird. It could've been two nails or black metal objects, but it was hard to tell, so I presumed it was the valves with the cork screwed in.

That's all I can recall

10.17.2012

Alyzarin gets Sexual....Even more (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yeah, not really going to include it.

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I slept for 12 hours, but my recall felt real bad this morning. >.<

Museum issues
Our family was visiting the Smithsonian museum. I was having a blast. Some things we saw: A paint section, a Disney books section, a rocks section, various other collectible junk. I loved the place, but my parents hated it because at one point my brother went missing and we didn't notice until two hours into the visit. We looked everywhere but couldn't find him. Eventually we went outside onto a balcony, jumping off the side of the building, and placed vines from Minecraft to slow our fall. We went back to the car and found my brother heastruck and dehydrated in the back seat. We woke him up, gave him water, then brought him back inside the building to cool down. He told us that he lost us in the museum then went back to the car because he knew we'd eventually find him there.
As we were leaving the museum this old man said he hated the place and grabbed this giant paint ball. He gave one to me, one to mom, and one to dad. My dad filmed while this guy just threw paint everywhere. My mom and dad had also threw their paint balls (For the record, these were not tiny ones, they were like the size of my head), then ran outside. I got pissed because I wanted to revisit the place one day. Their actions would get me banned for life for sure! :/

Bible study
I was at a bible study held at my aunt's house. They were having a fast food potluck. I remember seeing McDonalds and Jack-In-The-Box. I had some jack fries, which tasted delicious by the way, but what I really wanted was a jumbo jack or a big mac. My friend Lorenzo caught my attention, so I decided to catch up with him since I hadn't spoken to him in a few years. While we were talking I tried to turn on a light nearby. It was a swag lamp that had like a circular switch. When I turned the switch over the light flickered but never turned on all the way. I noted that how weird it was that the light wouldn't function, but I reasoned that it was due to the odd switch and that I must have been using it wrong. Time went by quickly, because when I went back to grab a burger all the food was gone.

Interesting to see the lightswitch mechanics take a cameo in a non-lucid dream! One of my dream goals is to taste food in a dream, and I did that with the fries, so that's neat. It was meant to be a lucid task, but to have done it in a non-lucid is alright I guess.

10-17-2012 -- [AAUUGGHH!! Bought some apple juice but forgot to drink before bed. Woke this morning with an interesting seeming dream, but couldn't remember more than half of it. Finally drank apple juice, then spent four hours trying to get back to sleep only to manage about one more hour, and a rather lousy dream during it! ]

I'm pretty sure this started with a bit where I was at home at the Hickory house with my family, everything decorated for Christmas. Especially remember lots of silver wrapping and/or decorations. But that's all I can remember.

Led somehow to something about the Hornet Newspaper and perhaps the college, but no details available. Soon I found myself traveling with Dale to Disney World or something. I think we were in the park, but there's nothing there. No details. Soon we are outside, and are going to drive somewhere. Dale has this weird rig set up which is something like a pick-up pulling a camper, pulling a boat, and the camper is sort of flipping down to seal Kevin inside for the drive.

I think there is something that kind of resembles Knott's Jungle Island, except it quickly turns to some sort of Polynesian themed resort that happens to be in the middle of Mammoth National Park. Some guy is walking next to the tennis court, planning to get something from his cellar (which is oddly under a palm tree by the court) but when he goes down the ladder to the cellar, he doesn't come up again.

His wife or girl friend is starting to worry, and glances into the cellar, but a recent earthquake or such has cracked the foundation and leads into a new cave entrance. He's gone in and gotten lost, and his wife is freaking out about how he could have gotten lost in what must obviously be a very small cave if it has never been found before.

I am trying to explain to her that they've discovered that almost all the caves in the world are almost certainly connected if you get deep enough into them, and if you could find ways through flooded and collapsed passages, and she doesn't believe me. "How unlikely is that?!?" [In truth I take it too far. There is a very good chance that almost all caves in the part of Kentucky where Mammoth is located, the entire area under the Central Kentucky Karst, could be connected through passageways that people haven't yet found, but very unlikely that they go beyond that karst region.]

I'm trying to explain how Mammoth became the largest mapped cave in the world because of all the connections found between Mammoth, Morrison, Salt Cave, Crystal Cave and so on, but she just doesn't believe me. Thankfully there is an information desk at the hotel, and I am asking them to help me explain. Among other things they have a very thick guidebook that is actually the three Roger Brucker books bound into one larger volume, and I am trying to get the info desk person to read about some of the connections listed in the second book, Beyond Mammoth Cave.

Soon I find myself at an airport with B & C and some others. B & C are heading somewhere, and lots of us have come to see them off. Almost everybody else has already said goodbye and wandered off, but I figure I might as well stay with them to the gate. But B seemed opposed to this idea, so I wander off on my own and start out of the airport, only to find I still need to go through security.

I make it through the security check point to find myself on a deck area that doesn't start out as one, but seems to turn into an aircraft carrier or something. I see what first seems to be low-flying odd planes shooting by, but soon turns into almost a sort of centrifuge test thing to check on pilot stresses, g-forces and the rest. This thing seems to have four capsules on four arms swinging in a circle with only one above the water at any one time.

Soon there are two of them, one on each side of the ship, and as one is loading up soldiers to train and test, the other is letting them out. The ones being loaded up are all young, fit and the picture of health. The ones being released are in bad shape. Old, out of shape, either fat or skin and bones. Parts of one seem to be an actual skeleton, while others are missing limbs. Whatever they are training for, the training seems incredibly rough!

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Bonus, since it is not worth posting on it's own. I am sitting in a bedroom at a table, playing with my computer. I am playing some sort of game that involves collecting small blue gems that kind of look like the shatter pattern of a bullet through glass, or maybe making them. As time goes on, it is certainly making them, except it turns to making them out of a play doh-like or gum-like substance in real life, while sitting in front of the computer.

Whatever this stuff I am making is now in purple as well as blue, and it is something that I am taking to help me remember dreams. But a few of the bits have fallen off the back of the desk onto the floor, and I decide I should collect them. To try and climb under the space under the table, I have to move a box fan, but there still isn't room, so I have to try and shift my bed and a large (but low) bookcase as well. A lot of work. When I get under the table, I find several bits of the 'stuff' that has fallen, including a couple that have been down here for months and are covered in dust. I decide I'm not going to try and swallow those, and throw them away.

As I come back out from under the desk, Rosemary is bugging me to clean my room ... I just did, woman! I need to go to the bathroom, but as I am walking up to it, there is a handyman walking out. He has a sign on the door showing he is working on the toilet, so it is not available. I figure I will use the other restroom, but when I walk to the door of it, is is nothing but a huge hole in the floor. For some reason they seem to have removed the entire bathroom.

Walking back to ask Rosemary about this, I find the dogs have been stuck inside, and in the last two minutes they have virtually covered the floor in dog poop. Yuck! Nothing but problems and fails in this dream!

I am at school and I exit the cafeteria and head to the bathroom. Inside my friends boyfirend is there and we end up heading into a stall together and do some stuff with eachother... while we are in the stall doing stuff the edges of the stall are actually very wide and my friend and is in there and shee sees me. I quickly get off of what I was on and rush out after her.
When I get back into the lunchroom everybody is shunning me even the people I was hanging out with before I had left.

It was a very upsetting nightmare where I was trapped in a building with some people. There were other people chasing us and they had people who looked like us trying to trick us. I really hated it, so I'm not going to write more about it.

Night of October 17, 2012. Wednesday.



This first shorter dream, which is a lengthened and distorted version of the otherwise typical natural falling mechanism as the waking transition precedes my next longer one where I am more of a direct character in my dream rather than just a passive witness as in this one.



In which I transfer the “I am falling” natural waking phase to an expanded “he is falling” scenario.

My first dream here relates to an unknown male of perhaps around thirty years of age and who firstly seems to have committed suicide by jumping off a cliff. However, there are at least three scenes in a row (seemingly not dream resets or replays), seemingly at night, where he has to try a couple more times and then I think he gives up. Instead of going around and up the path, which is logical and convenient, he climbs straight back up the side. He is wearing some sort of motorcycle uniform meant for stunts, I think, like Evel Knievel; white with a black stripe down each shoulder, and wearing some sort of odd matching helmet, though which is quite angular. I am not sure who he is. I get the impression of his being a soldier at one point in the past. The night sky is an unusual dark blue and different from how the sky would look in reality. I am not sure, but it seems that it may be Grandad Bluff in La Crosse as it does look much like it.

In which I seek to use my conscious self’s higher thinking skills in the dream state but the bookstore (conscious mind) is closed (and non-lucid). I then seek to simply watch my dream subjectively (movie theater, to watch a movie of a journey over the ocean of the unconscious; a “Titanic” sequel) but it too soon decays to become an essence of a memory (warehouse). A memory of my youth begins the waking phase, an amorphous shape from the unconscious (ocean depths), yet also sharp somehow, trying to get its point across perhaps.

Next is a fairly long dream that seems to reset at least three times. My wife and I are going to Nundah (Queensland, Australia), though at one point it seems I am the only one going there, seemingly to the bookstore. It does not make much sense, as the bookstore is not open late at night. The area is quite different and somewhat like La Crosse in America. I get the impression of wanting to get certain paperback novels, but there are strange resets to where we are then going to a movie very late at night though at one point I “remember” it is a holiday and no stores are open except maybe for the theater. The movie theater is a bit odd and does not seem to have proper seats. An unknown unfamiliar boy has brought his pet to that part of town. It is a large creature that is somewhat like a cross between a jellyfish and a porcupine yet is also blob-like at times (seemingly able to get smaller or larger by quite a significant difference) which may be based on a reaction of the environment or the emotions of people in the immediate environment. Soon, I do not feel like watching a movie anymore (and I cannot even remember what it was though I think it was some sort of sequel to “Titanic”). I end up going home and then wonder if my wife is somehow back at the theater, then I realize she never left our house in the first place. The boy and his weird pet apparently were the only ones in the building, which is not actually a movie theater after all but more like a warehouse.

Yesterday I had a dream about being at the springs there was a group of people who had a house on top of them.

Last night I was watching the outer limits and on it astronauts we're being contacted by aliens. They had the star trek style video communicator, and the alien would pop up every now and then. The problem was, they spoke in music, and the astronauts couldn't understand them. Judging by tones they needed help. It was a distress call, but they couldn't figure it out. The show got interrupted by random people so I couldn't watch the end of it.