non-lucid

Detox
She arrives and cries, "Sister, help me." She is weary with the unlit way of her life. She declares, without stout dedication, to give living one more go. She needs to detox. I am no doctor. My mind screams no but my hand reaches out. Does she feel the slight tremors of my dread? She trudges to bed, stays still in the dark. It is the calm before her storm.

The Game
Extended family scattered cross a yard. Like chess pieces they move: Step pause. Step pause. Step pause. I stride normally through other oddities: Jagged fences. Maples in place of pines. Ditch evolved to river. Stone wall rises to the road. I climb. A mad cousin charges our chess locked kin. He stabs, one by one. No compassion wells for any of them. I am no savior... still I crush stabbers skull with a stone. Silence. Surviving chess pieces step pause their way to our cousin corpse.

Driven
Destination near found! He chauffeurs us around. Cars keep crossing lines. They speed then skid to shoulder. My heart could be wrong but it believes more safety abides on the roadside than on the road. But I am not released. Strap in. It is accepted, this driven destiny of mangled deformation and/or death.

Sots and Stars
Moonlight softens life's sharp edges, conceals the clutter of my soul. Night is sweet and safe. Then comes a knock. I swing wide the door. In stampedes slobbering beasts. They are my aunt and two cousins. They guzzle beer, boast drunkard deeds. I sit, un-submitting to their spirits. When finally they fumble their way away, I send no well wishes or waves. Starlight suddenly shakes my heart. Constellations are contorted. North star shines southerly. Sky is awry. How am I to right it?

So many missed opportunities for lucidity.
Upon re-reading these, I see now the tie that binds them: Some obnoxious sort of savior complex that has lost me control of my own life. From now on: Just. Say. No.
It's time to realign my north star.

Several different scenarios, all connected by a feeling. What would normally have been permeated by fear or a sense of dread was instead punctuated by calm and happiness...

First encounter:
There was this large collection of skyscrapers, interconnected by a kind of airport-esque system of subways and elevators. I was trying to reach my floor, where I was to attend what was, to the best of my memory, a job/lecture. My boss/professor was similar to my college history professor, a distinctly British man. Strange I cannot distinguish between this being my vocation or just a college class. I had several encounters in the buildings/elevators/subways with both strangers and familiar faces. At a certain point, the main entrance to my building was closed, and I struggled to find another way inside.

Second:
I was with my family, I believe we were discussing politics in an outdoor pavilion. Fairly out of the ordinary for my family to do this. I was to travel to our beach house, and I think my dad was waiting for me there. I can't remember the details of this encounter, but I do recall the feeling distinctly. It was a kind of sickly/sweet happiness, like a fabricated ease. Only upon waking did I question the fact I was feeling so at ease in these dreams. But it did make for an unusually enjoyable experience.

Third:
I was at a concert or possibly a music festival, it was nighttime. Once again, I encountered both strangers and friends. I was walking around, it was red and black, kind of carnival-like. Some members of one my bands were there and we exchanged words. I think it was friendly. A part that sticks out was a singer preforming a Led Zeppelin tune and forgetting the lyrics. One moment she put the mic in front of an audience member, who sang the incorrect lyrics to the song. She scoffed at him and moved on. Eventually I took over and began singing the bridge portion of Stairway to Heaven. I remember being quite pleased that I was able to hit the high notes pretty well, but nobody seemed to take notice.

I wish I had recorded these dreams immediately upon waking. They were still so fresh and vivid this morning. I can only remember fragments and feelings now. But these encounters really gave me a strong, new feeling. It was powerful enough to make me journal them. I hope to continue these recordings as regularly as I can, and ideally get to a point where lucidity would be possible...

Attempting my first dream journal entry.

Mud Hill Ritual
Sky sprawls starless. Trees stoop, draped in sultry dusk. We rush, Daughter and I, for sighs of light. Up a mountain of mud, toes rake earth, fingers claw clods of grass long dead. We strive. Finally... apex! We stand upon narrow ledge, worn wooden wall behind. To left and right, nations of shawl, of jingle, of smoke, sing. They punch the wall to the doom doom doom of some shadow cast heart. It will all fall apart, I know. So back to bottom I slide to watch the ritual unravel. But it does not. We do not.

Starkind
Languages spill into the night. Stars are disjointed and stand too near. Amidst them ether fires dance and streak and swerve unobserved by all but I. Fear flares. Then some peace, slippery and warm, spills within. To the speakers I go until ends the omniglot ebb and flow. Their fires fade. One spark remains. Together we weave dreams and schemes for fires yet to be. She is Mox Fulder. I show her the dancing sky fires. She sees! Stars lurch nearer. Now forms the sacred fellowship of the starkind. We are two.

These pair of dreams keep coming back to me with fond feelings despite the underlying dread in both.

My dreaming goals for today are:
1 Introduce myself
2 Read 3 lucid dreaming threads
3 Make 5 posts
4 Start my dream journal
5 Read 5 lucid dreams before bed

Reminder to me: Trying to keep regular dreams to under 100 words because I know that journaling will take more and more time as recall improves. I will write out lucid dreams in a fuller fashion as they happen. Also, I'm not sure if I should give each dream it's own post or post a nights dreams all in the same post. Will figure it out at some point, I expect.

Well, here it goes. First journal entry.

Note: I heard that dream shaman bi polar guy talking about his beliefs. He does dream real things about people. He claims he gets shown things about people in dreaming and claims it's his spirit guides that tell him what to do in dreams. So my guess is that is what he is operating under when he consistently interferes in mine and Jamie's dreams.

I personally have a huge lack of trust of anything "spirit guides." Have to say. In my own experience: they lie. I personally only trust Jesus at this point. Yes sure, he hardly speaks, and when he does its often vague. But, he never leads astray.
First night:

Nothing. During the day I did work with the temp agency and did a small moving job in Didsbury. Pretty sure I seen Jamie driving into Didsbury on that pot hole hell road in between Olds and Didsbury. I was in the back of a Dodge truck going past the train tracks and construction near the storage unit Yard. I saw the white SUV that I'm sure I've seen Jamie in before. I saw the long brown hair with a bangs cut and she was wearing large sunglasses ( people with her eye color are a lot more sensitive to sunlight.) I heard her voice in my head say something like, " did you see me? I think I saw you." And sometime later. " I wanna see you again."

Next part is debatable whether it was Jamie or not. Many hours later, I'm at home. Sitting at the table outside the house just pondering. I was remembering that Jamie used to do drive bys on me. And that it seemed like some time since she had done so. While I was thinking this. I vaguely noticed a blue or green pickup truck driven by a lone woman, whom seemed to be wearing dutch braids, and sporting large sunglasses. I wasn't really paying attention but she appeared to be in her thirties. She turned from the main street in Bowden but heading towards the main highway but she turned on my street and turned into the alley facing my yard and began heading the opposite way. While turned on to the Alleyway she looked my way, and quickly turned facing front after a second. I was still zoning in my own thoughts when Jamie's voice entered my head, "Did you see me?". I was like: yeah right, no way that was her. But then I ran it back. I've passed her in Olds before when she had braids. In that instance she was beaming at me. ( Her voice will argue she was just smiling but I know better ). As for the change in vehicle . Emily King said in her video that girls will even help their friends vet someone by helping stalk them. And it's not hard to borrow someone's vehicle if you offer to fill their tank if you use it for a few hours.

So if it was her. You're telling me that she finished work or whatever she was doing in Didsbury, went home, or to a friend's. Got done up in dutch braids, and borrowed a friend's truck? I even asked her voice, " why are you always changing vehicles?" She replied, " I'm trying to be secretive." Well... It's not working if I can clearly see who it is. It's the quick head turn that's the dead giveaway remember. She must have really liked the last post about the sign I was given to marry her. That's not even the initial big sign I was given.

Jamie 1

Me and Jamie are driving in Didsbury towards a camp ground. We both plan to go camping together. Im talking to her in my head instead of normally. I say, "Did you pack is lots of underwear? I think we're going to need it." Uhhh.

Jamie 2

Something about Jamie being at a campground and avoiding me. She was feeling guilty about something. Maybe it was a flashback to the outdoor concert thingy I saw her at?

Jamie 3

I'm at Jamie's house. It's dark and messy. There seems to be demons all over. But regardless she's happy to see me. We are sitting on a couch holding hands and watching something.

Jamie 4

Me and Jamie are walking alongside a busy highway. There is a man walking behind us a ways. Jamie nudges me with a look of fear and indicates in the Man's direction. It's that annoying dream shaman guy that was trying to break us up. He walks faster towards us meaning to catch up but me and Jamie are having none of it. We turn ahead but now there's a large truck pulled over on the shoulder. Cars are going by so fast that going around the truck that it's dangerous to walk around it. The ditch is suicidally deep so that's not an option. The guy is getting closer. Jamie looks fearful and I instinctively pray to Jesus to stop the man and keep him from dreaming with us. A flaming sword falls out of the sky and lands between us and the man. Now it's an immutable wall of fire that he can't cross. This also creates a break in the traffic. I remember me and Jamie finally making it past the truck when I wake up.

Second entry in my exclusive journal for dreams involving Earth being relieved of the human species. I dreamt this story in the early hours of July 27, 2024:

I was in a city in Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil, and I was unemployed. An uncle of mine was invited to partner in a psychiatric clinic made for very rich people who needed urgent treatments and a lot of discretion. Knowing I was unemployed, my uncle invited me to assist with the case of a patient, a young woman with short black hair, a red overcoat, and a very elegant hat. Apparently, she was suffering from intermediate-stage dementia, and the disease was progressing slowly and dangerously. I accepted the proposal and met the owner of the institution, a very well-dressed old man with a white mustache, wearing a white suit and lots of jewelry. I went exploring the mansion that served as the clinic and found a balcony with a breathtaking view of the Rio Grande do Sul's pampas. There, right in front of me, a strong storm formed, with black clouds swirling fiercely until a tornado formed right before my incredulous eyes. I found the scene beautiful and ran inside, calling my wife to watch the spectacle with me. When I returned to the balcony, there were four or five tornadoes. They would dissipate and reform, destroying everything around them while we watched. Talking to my wife, I discovered that this was happening all over the world, a result of global climate changes, and in every city, these tornadoes were destroying everything.

Since I was a child, I have often had dreams involving different forms of apocalypse: zombie pandemics, alien invasions, global floods, global droughts, global famines, global wars, etc. These types of dreams are the ones that interest me the most, so I decided to create a separate dream journal specifically for dreams where life on Earth is extinguished. The following dream occurred in the early hours of July 17, 2024:

The planet was facing a severe water crisis. Potable water was practically nowhere to be found, and people had already lost hope of survival. I lived in a desert city with houses falling apart. People were dying from hunger, thirst, and all sorts of diseases. Society and its laws had become irrelevant, and anarchy combined with despair resulted in a bestial humanity. There was constant violence among people. I saw children being born and treated with total neglect, so most of them died before growing up.

While exploring randomly, I found a resort built on the last source of potable water on the planet. It was a very luxurious and expensive place, accessible only to the world's wealthiest families. I sneaked in and hid among some bushes to avoid being seen. A few meters in front of me was a photographer taking pictures of the families entering the resort. Further away, I saw an immense pool, larger than a football stadium, filled with pure and crystal-clear water, where rich families bathed to relieve the heat. They smiled for the photos and played in the water as if they were completely immune to the scarcity plaguing the planet. I stayed there, hidden and horrified, watching these people enjoy themselves at the last clean water source on Earth.

In light of recently reconnecting with an old school chum in waking life, I found myself in his presence within my dream. He was sort of guiding me along a path on some island where he lived. We came across a ferry that took us a short way across a very narrow river. On the other side, we met up with a few of his friends, some of whom I seemed to know, others I did not. I remember having packed an excessive amount of clothing, and fussing over what I would change into. I think my little sister showed up at one point as well. There was some important crux to this dream I am forgetting, but I really hope to start journaling regularly again. I need a greater sense of spiritualism and synchronicity in my waking life, and I used to obtain often those from my dream life. Here's to hopeful, consistent Dream Journaling once again.

Can't load this website on my laptop says security error. I'm using my phone to type. Seemingly rough couple days with her voice. I went to Karaoke at the tavern with my brother and all their friends in Didsbury. I remembered having dreams of Jamie either hanging out or working across the street. So I kind of asked the Jamie voice what is the right thing for me to do should I accidentally run into her somewhere. I heard a really cutting response like, " Don't even look at me, or try to talk to me." That got me kinda upset. Okay, a lot upset. I mean; I'm not going to anyway especially if she looks like she doesn't want to be talked to. I can respect space and privacy. But why be mean? Who knows if that was really her voice or not. Eventually we both seemed to resolve it where I just let her say something if that were to happen, but before saying something just let her linger nearby until she feels safe to say something. Smile if she smiles. Wave. Or am I allowed to wave first to test where she's at? IDK.

Later on her voice said something like, " Don't talk to me in my head anymore." Repeated a few times. I just apologized and said I'll be quiet. A minute later we seemed to work it out. And later she said, " please don't try to break up with me anymore. " I was all confused because I heard it the other way around. So I talked to her voice some more and ran it back. Apparently she heard the phrase that I heard from her, but me saying it to her. So we both agreed that we both hear "false voices." Sometimes.
We also talked about her being afraid to even say anything to me. That was her reasons, not mine. And I do remember when we used to hang out. How a part of her seemed to really want to move things want to move things forward with me. But also there was another part of her that would not let it happen. MUST not let it happen. And I remember thinking in those days that she seemed genuinely TERRIFIED of getting too close. I would watch that war go on in her daily sometimes.

Anyway dreams. The karaoke night I was up so late I couldn't recall any dreams. That was also an exhaustive night with the voice with a lot of confusion but I won't go into detail.

Last night

Quiet

I was in a white room and I was shackled by my arms to the floor. Jamie came in and unshackled me. She looked exhausted to the point of looking way older. Her face seemed thinner than normal. We began walking somewhere but she was keeping her distance. My dad was suddenly with us. And she was lingering closer to him than me. I remember feeling down about it, feeling that she should be closer to me than my dad. There goes my BPD brain again, finding rejection where there is none.

Not much dreams.

Dock

Just me standing on a dock with a bunch of water.

Last night had some trouble sleeping. After normal prayers it seemed like that guy was trying to get between me and Jamie during our time. ( I've touched on this before, with "twin flames." Many people report sensing their partners beside them. This combined with the head voice can create a vivid experience.) Her voice asked for more prayers to fend this guy off. Had a HH vision of him cutting an astral chord between me and Jamie and I couldn't sense her or her voice. Prayed right away to Jesus that he restore it. I felt her near me again instantly. After half an hour of prayers and me and the Jamie voice telling him to leave us alone. It finally stopped. Am I getting schizophrenia? After all this fell asleep . I think he got the message and gave up

Jamie

I'm floating up to some clouds. It's like heaven. Several people are standing on white pillars. I'm floating up and notice Jamie standing on one. She smiles at me and extends her hand. When I'm close she grabs my hand and pulls me to her. We start making out violently.

Can't remember much after but micro dreams where I'm with Jamie. We are holding hands, or she's hanging off my arm and we are just walking somewhere and talking.

Before WBTB

Ghost Data:
I'm playing N64 with brother. It's Mario Kart.
We're playing against ghost data, trying to win against difficult race times. They had been set by Youtube streamers.
He hands a controller to me and it is sweaty and coated in Cheeto dust.
My brother couldn't beat them, but when I try I start doing well. This excites me.

After WBTB

Time Travel:
I'm floating in the air above a living room setup in what may have been JH's basement from my childhood, it's a tense situation.
There's a limited time to make a time travel portal work, or else we will the stuck.
There is a thin grocery bag tied around my leg, that needed to go into the portal.
But I'm all jumbled up and can't get my body to move the way it needs to.
I pull off the trick, and then I see a potential future.
It involves an alternate version of my Dad, but then it stabilizes into the current version.
I'm through the portal, fall face first onto the floor. A girl says "Oh we don't mind this guy!"
The world has been saved.

Road Trip:
I'm in a neighborhood waiting in the backseat of a big car. It's a family road trip.
My Dad's friend has offered to drive us with his car on the trip.
Something is wrong with the car though, so we are waiting around.
My Dad, Mom, My brother, his wife, her Grandpa, my sister, nephew, niece, Grandma and some others are there.
Eventually, the car gets running, but somebody had stepped out of the car.
We start driving to go to where he is. I roll down the window and say "GET TO DA CHOPPA!"
He looks like J from high school marching band.
He fits into the car, but now it is pretty cramped. I'm curled into a ball shape to fit between the seats near the back.
My brother and sister are fighting about something, and eventually my brother comes to hang out in the back with me.
My parents give him some shit about getting along and my brother says "nah it's fine, I'm just the grumpy grandpa!"
"Yeah, me too." I say sarcastically. Peace ensues in the back seat.
...
We're driving through a mall-area, and my Grandma points out a Chuck-E-Cheese to me.
I wonder how old she thinks I am.
Eventually we end up at a ninja-themed Barcade, and apparently it has been decided that this is a suitable place for family dinner.
There is a girl there that I think is cute, so I'm focused on her.
I'm handed some drinks in a plastic bag, some monsters.
For some reason I decide to dump water in the bag with the monsters.
Later I regret that and find a way to dump the water and just keep one monster.
I go behind the bar and do that, and then weasel my way around, apologizing for bumping staff as I go.
I found a bathroom, and the girl tells me there is a small one and then a big one for me.
I don't know what that means, but I go and find out.
The "big one" is a urinal game where you shoot your pee into targets for a score.
Apparently somebody can see me and says "Ah, I didn't think somebody would try it...go for it!"
I hit some targets, but I don't have that much ammo in me. I resolve to start chugging some monster so that I can be better prepared next time.

LD:
My partner and I are outside somewhere at a wooden banister/railing. There is a 70s style purse/fanny pack that a woman left on the banister. An imposing man in pink tank-top walks up to grab the purse, but I get to it first and hide it in my hoody. I know the man wants it for himself, and I’m keeping it safe for the woman. To distract him from the purse, I have him become interested in me instead. At this point I realize I’m dreaming and the scene shifts to my bedroom with the man. I extricate myself from the situation in order to explore lucidity in other ways. I snap my fingers for a new setting, and I’m transported into a Minecraft-like world. I first try mass telekinesis and lift a bunch of large car sized blocks off the ground and throw them in front of me. Next, I try and practice deity yoga and attempt at becoming a god. I imagine myself floating and filling with cosmic energy, but quickly deflate and fall back to the ground. I then ask the dream space if I can become a god. In a matter of moments I feel myself shine brightly with cosmic energy and I fly up through the atmosphere and into space. On the way up I try telekinesis again and am able to lift mountains. Once I’m in space I cannot see Earth or other planets so I try and summon them into being. After a moment, planets and cosmos whirl by. My lucidity starts to fade and I find myself shifted back into my bedroom and into a false awakening, which I catch with my hand reality check. Interestingly, the poking hand method fails and seems to be real, but I catch that I still have 6 fingers. The dream is dim now, so I try and spin and lick my hand to stabilize but the dream quickly fades

NDL and fragment:
I’m a young woman on a road trip to Scotland. Along the way I stop at a glass blower stall who only sells local/always sold out online (website is mostly red). There is a small chest full of simple glass rings of many colors and also earrings I think. The main purpose of going to Scotland was for some sort of fashion project. There’s almost a slideshow of dress designs/final outfits, switching between green and purple. The purple outfit was the final one. It was a pleated long dress with tight bodice. There was some sort of purple face covering, like 3 thick bands of ribbon. An array of curly beard, “tentacles” hang from the chin. A hat with furry rim and flat top. There is a song playing in the background, Last Days by Yasushi Yoshida

My partner and I are packing to leave someplace. I also needed to shower but couldn’t find one in place we were staying in.

Horsing Around:
I'm controlling a horse, watching it run across a stereotypically dreamy plain.
The sky is an indigo-blue color, and the grass is a highly saturated green.
I feel some sort of emotional connection with the horse.
I'm playing a game of hide and seek with other horses.
The controls are similar to controlling Epona in The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
I'm navigating through a section with fences, and then later up a hill.


Alllllwayyyyyyys I want to beeee with you....and make belieeeeve with you...

Running:
I'm at a bar with a big group. Z from the game night group is there.
We're sitting at an outdoor both. Z seems to be the star of the night.
There are a couple of dark-skinned guys talking with my brother.
They are talking about me.
...
Later, I'm running away using super speed along some train tracks.
There is a bus that the group is trying to get me to go on.

Flash:
There is a documentary about my nephew, W.
My childhood cat Oreo is also part of it. The various parts of the video show my Grandma's previous homes.
Something about World of Warcraft makes it into the story.
Flash forward, and W is watching the video in present day.

Dream fragments (4):
5 of my ‘senses’ are personified in a way and all meditating. Waiting on the last sense to meditate. Then everything will be in harmony. Something about flying a dragon

An old manager from work is being tracked down by other producer, but he’s being standoffish. I say not to blame him, he’s had a difficult life, personally and at work.

I’m escaping attack, being driven in a car, through a city.

Getting stuck in futuristic pod. The insides are made of one LED screen, and it’s very uncomfortable. Not sure what kind of travel, but get the feeling of Space travel? Get out and it seems like a lot of people had traveled in these pods

Before WBTB

Science Blaster:
I'm in a house that resembles my Grandma's current one. It's an upper floor but it is modeled after the basement.
There is some competition going on, related to the Youtube Channel, Game Theory.
I realize that I need to take a shower.
I notice that there is a queue of people lined up waiting to use the men's bathroom to shower.
I thought I noticed my brother in the distance, but when I got closer it is somebody else.
I realize now that we are here for auditions of some kind, related to Game Theory.
I start to stress out, but I remember that there is another bathroom further away. Maybe there isn't so long a wait there.
I leave the hallway through some double doors and end up in a grocery store. I start moving to the right, toward the other end of the store.
As I'm walking I stop myself.
"Wait a minute...high stress, video games...those are two of my prospective memory targets!"
Rather than remember to reality check or question reality, I pull up my phone and look up ways to de-stress.
According to dream Youtube, stress is often held in the shoulders, so I try to relax my shoulders.
Moving on, I reach the opposite hallway, and see a private area. There is a frame video device that plays the classic Game Theory intro, Science Blaster.
I think to myself about how cringe my old intro is. Strangely, I seem to take credit for it.
I find a bedroom and a place where I can shower connected to it.
...
I'm back in the basement-like area with my sister. I think about how our relationship is strained and maybe I should try to fix it.
We are laying together on a beanbag, and she has a laptop open. We are watching a show together.
From on top of an entertainment center that isn't there in reality, she opens a secret compartment and reveals a hookah pipe. I tell her:
"You know, I just want to say that I know you aren't a drug addict...I think of you as more of somebody who experimented a bit and then unfairly earned a bad rap."
This seems to make her happy, and it happened to be the truth, so a strong warm feeling hits the dream.

After WBTB

Fragment:
My parents are fighting about money.

Lucid Dream - DILD
I’m showing a dream character how to do a reality check, then realize I have extra fingers. I double check my hand to confirm that I’m dreaming. I try and stabilize by rubbing hands together, and eating strawberry. The strawberry has a faint taste, so I ask if it can be sweeter with moderate success. Then think I need to complete the epic weapon creation task but fall back into dreaming.

Dream #1:
It’s night and everything’s quiet. I can feel the cool air. I’m looking at the inky black starlit sky and a bright shooting star arcs through the sky with a super long tail. It’s gets brighter and brighter until it hits the ground right next to me. It creates small crater and I immediately go to pick it up. There’s another person with me, who gets wet paper towels to help pick it up in case it’s hot. The stone is oblong smooth and about the size of my hand. It looks like labradorite. I feel the wet paper towels as I pick up the stone, but it’s not hot. I knew other people would be after this stone, so I go into my childhood home to find a hiding place for it. I go to the dining room and lift up one of the wood floor boards, thinking to hide it there. However, as I pry back the board and look through, I see that instead of a space to hide the stone, I’m looking through a portal that opens from the ceiling and looks down at myself prying up the floor board. Kind of an infinity portal/mirror effect is created. I’m somehow able to hide the stone in this portal zone just as a scary man enters the house, looking for the stone. I run into the basement, and out the basement hatch which leads outside. Once outside, I realize that the chandelier is swinging in the dining room since I bumped it while reaching through the ceiling portal. I’m afraid the man will notice it and realize where I hid the stone, so need to go back and fix it. Outside I meet Dr. Suess-like animal with portal mouth that I jump through to quickly get back to the chandelier and stop its swinging before the man sees.. I pop back outside and the man is suspicious that I’m tricking him. I see that he is now holding my sister hostage, so I’m unsure what to do.

Dream #2:
I’m at some sort of fundraiser campaign for an old politician. I’m in charge of the money and have lied about some sort of large donation for the campaign. I approach the candidate, who is an elderly man, and I ask if he’s ok with the lying and he says we have no other choice. I disagree and realize that we will be found out and his career will be ruined. It’s better not to win than to have this happen. I rush downstairs to try and find where I put the paperwork. On the way, I get stuck in reoccurring wood dream staircases behind the walls of the building complex. I’m trying to find the basement room where I hid the paperwork, but can remember which staircase leads to it.

Dream fragments:
Dream fragment where I’m walking next to a woman with two dogs. One is a German shepherd that I pet and it seems friendly. I belatedly ask for permission, and it is granted. We come upon a really steep grassy hill, almost in the shape of an amphitheater. Other people are sliding down the sides, and we do so as well.

Dream fragment where partner and I are watching movie. Its black and white on a projector, and other dream characters seem interested to watch too.