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A scene like Charlie's Angels, with mom or friends. We are leaving some restaurant or BnB and some bad dudes are coming in and we notice them. We pretend to leave but we just park our cars strategically out of sight and stay behind to watch them and then do something to interfere with their plans.

Some love story between some young lady and a young guy. They lie naked in bed, there is so much love. Some day he becomes paralyzed, no reaction, lifeless. Everybody comes to pay respects thinking he is dead, but she refuses to bury him. She sings for him, talks to him, everyone thinks she's gone nuts, but he is not decomposing. Then one day he slowly starts regaining movement and tries to communicate, but there's lots of people in the house. There is one guy who has always hoped to conquer the love of the lady and she is considering maybe allow him in her life. Meanwhile the guy in the bed has gained awareness and his moving his hands, trying to make some noise to get her attention. He is not having much success so he uses telekinesis and starts throwing things around and making a mess. Then I see this story is a movie I am watching and it goes to commercials. My mom sends me a message, needs me to pick her up and take her somewhere, so I stop watching the movie and go get her in a tiny bike.

I am attending my guru's teachings, it's the last day and everybody is dressed up and I am not. But I am in my hotel room and start trying amazing dresses. I take so long to choose one, that meanwhile everybody's gone. Then the yellow dress that I chose becomes a kind of evil suit that grows green tissue over my skin, including a hoodie over my head. I look in the mirror and I look like a scary elf. I rip it off, but it grows back again and again. I am freaking out.

Then it gets dark and I am on the streets, sitting on a bench. Two cars from some gang pass by slowly. I avoid eye contact but one guy comes out and looks interested in me. I get up and start walking away. I look back and a guy starts throwing knives at me. I dodge all the knives, then escape to some alley but he keeps coming. He comes closer, but then sits down and hints that he won't hurt me. I hide behind some wall but peak to see what he is all about. He takes out some candy, like waffle with chocolate and ice cream. I dislike but accept and eat along with him. He asks questions, we talk nonsense. Then some girl joins, talks about hard life in the hood, we agree it will get much worse in the near future. Then everybody is running on the street and saying "You don't know? It's Patricia." And we go to the end of the street and see a projection in the sky honoring the fallen from the Hunger Games. Then this girl takes me in. She rescues and nurses mutant and monstrous animals, but they are actually adorable creatures. She puts to bed a kind of centipede with many heads that looks like a plush toy. I cuddle the centipede and all its heads jump on me and lick me like puppies and dozens of other creatures appear jumping and get all over me. So cute.

Morning of January 17, 2019. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,022-02. Reading time: 1 min 50 sec.



An unclear backstory forms as I become vaguely aware of my imaginary dream state existence. Zsuzsanna is with me. We go into the house that was south of my Cubitis home. Unfamiliar people are presently moving into that house. Lisa had moved out recently, but there is no legitimate focus on her or our past. Zsuzsanna and I walk around inside the house.

Walking through all the rooms (even though this is an imposition, as the others are moving in), we eventually come to a doorway that leads to the outdoor staircase that comes out from the north side of the northeast corner of the house. I dwell on focusing on the backyard of my Cubitis home. It seems to be the afternoon. I am cheerful and consider that I have not ever looked at my home from this specific viewpoint, at least in a very long time, that is, from the top of the stairs of the neighbors’ house.

I continue to feel a sense of well-being and soon wake.

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Valid threads: This dream’s only correct thread is that my infra-self maintains a realization of my marriage to Zsuzsanna.

Invalid or missing threads: I have no threads of recall of where Zsuzsanna and I ever lived since my time in Australia and no discernment of the fact that she has never been to America. Lisa’s house in my dream was nothing like it was in waking life and she and her parents moved in 1975, three years before I moved to Wisconsin. It was only one story and had no staircase (though a staircase represents the opportunity to vivify the dream or return to sleep or to initiate conscious awareness of the dream state). I also have no recall that she had a younger sister (though this recall is almost always missing).

Dreaming and waking processes: [inherited transitional vestibular system correlation] Curiously, I act as if I am functionally aware I am dreaming by maintaining the staircase factor and even focusing on the nuances, yet I am not lucid. (I call this “faux lucidity.”) I do not descend the stairs, and as a result, my dream does not vivify or continue with consciousness integration. The King Street mansion is typically used for this (often deliberately when I am already semi-aware), though in rare cases, Rose Street is. (I have not lived there since I was six years of age. It is when I first used staircase reinduction).

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Today, on Twitter, another poster had a dream with identical processes (and intent) with a slightly different outcome: (LINK). Experiencing the same autosymbolic dream state processes as other posters (especially on Twitter) happens continuously, but I do not usually point it out, especially when it is such a common factor as in this case.

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I'm a pirate captain leading a raid somewhere on someone.

At Sis1's place now. We're having a discussion on veganism with a robust tanned looking guy called Adam, he has long brown hair and a big beard.

I also dreamed about Bro1 and his wife last night although not sure what.


I must crawl before I can walk. To regain my skills in oobe, I feel I need to re-learn Lucid dreaming first. To re-learn lucid dreaming I need to focus on learning how to dream. Once I am solidly remembering a dream every sleep cycle or more in good detail, then I will work on lucid dreaming.

Of course, Increasing self-awareness starts today and will be apart of my plan. ADA, ADSA and RRC's are all part of the plan.

I dreamed that I was entering a museum to meet up with some family members who had arrived before me.

As I entered, I saw another person talking to a staff member over the reception desk, however I walk past the reception and confidently stride past the reception down the hallway to the museum forgetting, that I had to get a ticket. Perhaps it was due to my quick confident stride but the reception lady didn't stop me.

I know that I was at the museum a week earlier and I quickly pass through the exhibits briefly looking at one of them. One exhibit catches my eye, its what looks like to be artisticly created large protein molecules in 3d, beautifully coloured. I spend a minute to admire all the unique structures.

finally, I catch up to my Dad who's reclining on a antique bed while reading his Kindle. On the other side of the room is a tourist information desk with a middle aged lady with neck length blonde hair, quite heavy set and strong looking. I sit down on a chair near her and chat to Dad about relationship stuff.

"What do you think of 'this' and 'that' girl?" He throws out a couple names. "Dad, I'm happy being single, seriously, I'm at a point in life where I need to focus on other things". We debated back and forth a bit.

At a gap in our conversation, the lady in the desk behind me speaks up. "Do you have your ticket on you?" My mind immediately races a hundred miles a hour as I realise I didn't get one. Feeling to scared, afraid and ashamed to say the truth I lie convincingly and declare, "Yeah" and wave her question off. "Oh, of course" she nods her head.

Then, my Mother and Sister Han turn up. I look up at Hannah from where I sit and admire her strong white teeth. Her teeth are doing well all things considered, despite the small amounts of decay I notice between her two front teeth.

I get tired of the family dialogue dramas of which I don't remember the minor details and decide to leave the museum.

I walk up a near hall way and seem to wander into a construction zone. "No, don't go there, its a construction zone!" the staff lady who asked me about the ticket earlier was right behind me. "Ah, ok" I turn back and head up a different passageway. "Not there either, there's electrical hazards up that passageway" she says irritated now. "Oh, Right, sorry 'bout that". I look about with bleary confused dream eyes and see another passageway with I'm sure is the exit!

This passageway takes me underneath a roll down garage door and suddenly, I realise that I'm in the loading zone for the library as theirs a truck ahead of me. "Confused and alarmed I turn around to see the garage roll down door closing. "STOoooop closing the dooor I'm in here!" I scream out as I dive at the closing door only to have it close off on me. A second later, it re-opens and the lady appears, not too happy to see me.

I'm very apologetic now and apologise to her while walking past. She growls and says, "Not happening on my watch, I don't want that failure on the books" ( Not sure what she meant ) and proceeded to trap me between the garage roll down door and a plastic drape which helped seal the door. I struggle valiantly thinking, "No, I can't let her kill me like this". However, my dream body loses the struggle due to lack of 'air' and I lose consciousness in the dream and wake up.

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I have a FA in Riverstone's room. It's dark and I can't find any lights, There is a flashlight but also does not work. I hear scary monster sounds. I go check what it is, I get lucid, but still feel a bit scared. I see a dark figure, think it is the monster, hit it with the flashlight. Light comes up and no monster, just kittens all over, even coming from inside the walls.

Mom picks me up, there's a job opening for plant expert at some small company in our hometown. I need to fill an application. Some kids come by. One steals some documents that were on the table.

Me and some others enter the Matrix with Neo. I think we formed some kind of army to free others. Entering the matrix was fun and psychedelic, like riding a roller coaster while swallowing matrix code. Once inside, we have really cool looks, but not all black like in the movies. We are wearing mostly shades of blue. I have a dress with a balloon skirt, but a bit too short and later I find some fabrics to use as an extra skirt and feel more comfortable. When we enter we find ourselves on some kind of crosswalk on top of buildings, like a suspended terrace and there is a sort of giant wave wall to our right that looks like a tsunami coming to hit us but that never does. It is mesmerizing.

Then we go to some kind of school to train us and it was very posh, looks like an opera house. Even the bathrooms are so very fancy and vintage-y. There are some true geniuses among us. One black kid, seems as young as six, presents us with a music piece he had composed and although it wasn't entirely original and innovative, it was incredible anyway. I could recognize influences of Vangelis, the Blade Runner OST and some other electronic artist. Nobody else thought so, but the kid confirmed. I told him, it is so very well composed, but because it doesn't sound original, it is not amazing. "You have to find your own sound and then you will blow our minds". I wanted to be honest but still encourage him. He felt both pleased and ego hurt, which is normal.
Some people don't like me much, maybe because I am some teacher's favorite and it always feels awkward when I enter a class late and the teacher acknowledged my presence instead of letting me quietly sit like with everyone else. Even when they seemed to be reprimanding me, everybody could feel they were actually happy to see me.
Last day of school and we're packing clothes to go home. My dog Bernardo appears out of nowhere and he has one eye out gouged and I freak out. Then he starts making weird electronic sounds and I see his eye is bionic. I find a way to open up the side of his head and fix the wires to put back is eye in place.

Morning of January 13, 2019. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,018-02. Reading time: 1 min 35 sec.



I am uncertain of the backstory, but I go up in a manned satellite with three unfamiliar men who are all close to twenty years of age. One man is more to my left, one to my right, and one in front of me. All face away from me.

We are in orbit around Earth. I have concerns at times, as there does not seem to be a roof above us. The men on the left and right have small shields in front of them, though they do not fully cover the area. The man in front of me sits before a window that also does not encompass the satellite’s walls.

I consider that there may be a force field around our craft so that we are not exposed to outer space, though this remains unknown. I also think that the satellite is incomplete but will be complete soon.

I notice an irregular hole on the left side of the window. Its shape is like the letter “Z,” though backward and tilted to the left. It is about a foot and a half in height. I can discern the edges of the glass, which seems at least an inch thick. I do not feel much concern about it or make any mention of what would logically be a problem. (A force field, if present, would cover the hole.) My conscious self identity is not extant, and there is no emotion. I wonder if I should give instructions to any of the men, but I do not say anything.

Eventually, I notice that we are only a short distance above a forest. I think it is unusual and wonder how we are floating as such and what is going on, though I do not say anything.

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Outer space dreams are not very common, though this one is a form of [inherited transitional vestibular system correlation].

This imaginary scene is strange on one level because of the three simulacra. I am assuming they correlate with the three sleeping positions I enter, back and left and right sides, though I sleep mostly on my left. Typically there is only one vestibular system simulacrum to represent the return to correlation with legitimate physicality (in contrast to the fictitious body of the dream state), but this heat makes me restless at times. Being closer to Earth is being closer to returning to waking life.

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Playing a videogame, an app that I created. In the game you're trying to link up past families or lineages. They have ceremonial paintings on their bodies. You hold your phone up and on the screen appears a spirit. It could be scary, it could be nice. Sort of like the pokemon go concept where you have to travel around to find the spirits in your world. Honestly I woke up thinking this was a decent idea.

In world of warcraft, a forest. Looks like Elwynn. Was flying a ship. Jumped down and saw a guild meeting. Girl was leading the meeting, she kept switching to another language, possibly Mandarin. She was wearing all gold.

I walk from the forest to a bar in stormwind possibly. Walk outside and see a dock. I get on a cramped old boat and go into the cabins. There's people in there.

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Mom's windows of her front balcony are once again wrongly inserted and dangerously dangling. I try to fix it before any strong wind hits, but two of them drop from the 4th floor to the ground below. No one is hit but it falls on two cars, which strangely suffer no harm.

I am sort of an exchange student abroad. Visit some cute kindergarten where a friend works, then later I attend some classes. It's around Xmas time. There is a sale of arts and crafts and I break a few pieces by accident. I try to fix it, until I give up and apparently no one around cares that much.
People are discussing math and other subjects, I think there is exam season coming. There are some snacks at a table and I see a huge dried fig I pick to eat. But I open it and it is full of ticks inside. Gross!
I pick up some stones to squash the bugs when I look up and see what looks like two rainbows in the sky. I forget the ticks and reach for my phone to take a photo. Then they move and I see they are actually iridescent antennas. What?
People start running on the streets, I hear a big noise and I see an ants head through the clouds, which aren't clouds but dust from debris. The ant is crushing the buildings as it walks. I run away too and I see more ants in different directions. We run for our lives. I reach areas where people are not yet aware of what's going on. There is a concert of classical music at a park with lots of families with kids. We try to warn but they don't understand and I just use the chance to go ahead of all them before they also start running. There is a lake and a canal leading to a river. I think about getting on a boat, but the only one I can get into has no key to start the engine. Then I spot some playboy in his boat and I try to get on board with him, but he actually decides to get out of the boat and walk away, taking the key. Meanwhile the ants seem to be approaching and I decide to just keep running towards the coast, I cross a train track and a train is stopped and some people are coming out of the train and seem to have organized among themselves and have a plan. They head for some empty condos by the river to stay the night and plan the next step. Apparently one of them has the key to some of the apartments. I join them, think it is better to be with a group who has plans or at least is organized. But they all speak Swedish. The only other foreign people is Tony from the show "Who's the boss?" who says he is Italian and doesn't understand what everybody is saying. I say I am Portuguese and also don't understand so we all start talking in English.

Talking to some people about lucid dreams, my dad doesn't see the point and interest. I say it is a second life we all have and it is better when we live it with awareness. I say once I recalled 10 full pages of dream details on one single night. He gets a bit more interested and I say who wouldn't want to consciously fly and experience fantasies? Someone asks if I tried being with a dragon or turning into a dragon and I say yes.

(earlier)

+(f) driving in dark city. Disembodied. Watching cars skid and slide around corners at high speed and drive away. I'm making similar maneuvers. One of my sons is in the car with me

+ [DO] billiards table. I think about showing off by making a draw carom of the cue ball from one corner to the next (nearby) corner to knock in the ball hanging in the jaws.

+ In back porch of childhood home with some man. My baby is there, too, I'm holding him in my arms. At one point he's upside down and I'm holding his feet. I wipe his face and mouth vigorously with a towel

(later)
+ there is a big celebration and ceremony planned. I realize they have not put out the California flag yet. I thread the flag on to the pole like the curtains I put up IWL before bed, alternating bend on the holes through the rod. We make our way out to the stage. I sing, alone, acapella, "Hail to California", in good tune, I remember all the words. I hold the long note at the word "Faaaaaaiiiiillllll" longer than normal to impress people, and I hold the tone and do not do the descending notes (but I imagine them).

+(f) I see E, there is another woman, too. E is talking. As she speaks I see her descending into a fit of hysterics (anger). She is laughing with the other woman. Her mouth is open and I'm inspecting her teeth, they seem strange.

+ outside in the theater at the celebration (perhaps same one where I'm singing, above), the manager woman arrives and someone (me?) tells her that she should be performing her duty and greeting the attendees, and she moves to do that. Back stage, kids are placing decorations. There are paper/foam flowers that are being arranged by one kid, and I think that the manager woman would probably want to scold them or to have them fix their arrangement, so I nod my head in their direction as if to say "well go ahead and tell them to fix it if you want."

+(f) outdoors event of some kind with people -- I look up and see a detailed, large floating castle in the sky, built of stone/brick. Something about another building, there's a small model, then it appears full sized. There's a little kid slide building and it's a special holiday so people are singing a song about it? Kids are sliding on it.

Morning of January 14, 2019. Monday.

Dream #: 19,019-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



Zsuzsanna and I are on the back porch of our present home on W Street seemingly before dawn though there is enough light to discern images. My perception is extraordinarily vivid though I am not aware I am dreaming. She is to my left (our sleeping orientation). We are sitting and facing south toward our backyard. There is a big table (that does not exist in reality) that fills most of the space of our porch to the right of the back door (when facing the back of our house).

I notice two features, both of which are yellow and black and about two feet apart, their heads facing toward the backyard. The closest to me looks like a soft toy. It is an elongated bee. The other one has a similar appearance but changes over time. I ask Zsuzsanna if it is an animal.

“That’s just fuzz,” she says.

Making an effort to discern the farthest feature more clearly, I see it is a big yellow and black caterpillar as long as my forearm and with long hairs. I gaze at it in wonder and soon realize I am dreaming, but I eventually wake without attempting to take control.

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One of the only statements I have ever read in any public source that held any truth regarding dreams is: “Similarly, he (Herbert Silberer) has shown that the conclusions of some dreams or some divisions in their content merely signify the dreamer’s own perception of his sleeping and waking.” (This is one of the only factors of dreams with established validity.) It goes on to say, “in persons who are gifted philosophically and accustomed to introspection it may become very evident.” (It was evident to me when I was very young, yet many people never realize it and consequently, pursue “interpretation.”)

This dream renders the same processes in the same order as tens of thousands of previous examples since early childhood (and it is very similar in content to many others) but holds the interconsciousness thread that features Zsuzsanna, an additional emerging consciousness precursor. “That’s just fuzz” means I am not yet fully discerning enigmatic space (and aware I am dreaming). Porches are “bridges” in enigmatic space and represent liminal space in waking life as being a “bridge” between one’s house and the outside.

The final emerging consciousness factor is the big yellow caterpillar. It correlates with vestibular system dynamics. Yellow is only discernible in a dream in becoming more aware of my dream self and simultaneously closer to my conscious self identity. A caterpillar is a precursor to flight as a butterfly. The bee is a soft toy here (a pillow association and thus a dream state indicator). Bees typically represent the increased neural activity of the waking process.

The soft toy and the caterpillar are dual autosymbolism. (Dreams are not symbolic in the conventional sense.) They are on my left because they are precursors rather than active anticipation of the process. (I most often sleep on my left side.)

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The dream was set in a desert area in Egypt. I was with a few of my friends and sister. We were riding around through these tropical trees and ended up at this towncenter up against some mountains. There was a dust storm coming or partially already hit. I can't really remember what happened here. We were sort of in the buildings. There were merchants there selling things. Dust was blowing everywhere.

I woke up from the dream but as I was going back to bed I noticed my body was going to sleep but I kept telling myself "my body will go to sleep but I'm going to stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake." So now my body is asleep and I'm sort of stuck in gray matter trying to think of a dream scene. I recall my last dream and try to focus on the desert. The desert starts to appear and I'm now zooming through it with tropical trees around me. It's all very clear this time around compared to last. I can see everything in great detail. There's a path that I'm following, I'm riding in a jeep with the doors all taken off. To the left of me is a large body of clear blue water. I round a turn and go through this tunnel back to the towncenter. I keep telling myself to stay aware of the dream. I look around and remember that I can talk to people. As I'm looking for someone to talk to the lucid dream collapses.

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During a war, me and some other folks are exposed to something that transforms us into human-insect hybrids. We look human, we are the size of humans, but we fly, we act in group and we have weird mating habits.
Someone explains to me how we are attracted to a partner because of genetic matching and it doesn't matter the gender, so most of the guys became attracted to each other and form gay couples. Others feel attracted to feromones released elsewhere by some other group and go flying around looking for their ideal mate. I don't feel any call to mate with any other human-insectoid, I just see in my new life an opportunity to be superhuman.

Before going to sleep I tried meditating and picture myself awake touching things in my room, dancing and checking out of the window. Then I tried going back to my body and think deeply that I could lucid dream or astrally project myself. I wanted to dream travel to find a guide. I waited until reaching a division between body and mind but after one hour I was still awake and felt my body semi-paralized couple of times. unfortunatelly at some point I felt asleep without realizing it.
In the dream I was in a square discussing with a girl telling me that what I was doing was bullshit. The dream then changed and I was searching for a meaning in a building with a lot of security alarms with a couple of other people. One of them died (I don't remember how). Probably I decided to change location since it was risky but still wanted to search for answers (probably about dreams themselves) and got in a bar in my hometown. I remember I was talking with someone that I needed to find my professor of the uni to have answers. The bar became a networking event and I saw my professor and went to talk with him. His face was different but I knew it was him. I don't remember what we said each other. then I woke up.

Other times I reached some kind of lucidity, this time I feel I failed. I never try to do a reality check because I probably don't realize I am actually dreaming.
Now I will try also other techniques everyday for the next month. I am curious to take this journey. My objective is astral projection. I will take notes here as my own diary but would be nice to hear advice from this nice community.

Cheers,

S.

(early)
+(f, vague) in a car, leaving a parking log, turning right on to a street. There is a high curb, and cars are approaching from the left

(later)
+ [vivid] on a beach, with people, wondering what to do: I think about taking a boat trip out to islands off shore. Then I am (disembodied observer?) flying out over the waves. I approach one of the islands and circle it counter-clockwise slowly. It is about 50 yards in diameter, and rocky, the rocks are dark. On the island are very large colorful (single color each) birds that have heads that resemble parrots. They are about 4-6 feet tall and are just standing around there. I see white, red, green, blue, a number of different colors. Each bird is standing alone. I'm thinking that this area is a special reserve and people are not allowed on to these islands. Back on the shore, I describe the parrots to someone I'm with, saying they're "4 feet tall and colorful."

+ (mostly verbal, not much visuals) in a restaurant, speaking to the hostess about my order, she's asking me what I want. I'm asking clarifying questions. When it becomes clear that one of the things I'm ordering is a variant of Coke, I say I don't want it. I'm asking about the large set of flavors and where they come from. I think they must be brought from small villages far away and so imagine they are not all available.

+ standing outside an apartment, speaking with a (neighbor?) about the fact that the power is off. I go inside (my?) apartment and start flipping light switches. Some respond, some don't, it's hard to tell, the lights are behind me when I'm flipping the switches.

+ I'm in a locker room, a commercial place, there are lots of people, and I'm walking along a row of lockers. I'm looking for a note left to me by someone. I can't find it. I'm reading tags and little books of notes left on the handles of the lockers but can't see the one addressed to me. Then I get the brilliant idea to just call the cell # of the guy I'm trying to reach, (I see if on my cell phone screen?) Then I realize the number I need to call is in another state so there's not much point.

+ on the street outside my old CA home, walking by the next-door neighbor's house. She is having major renovations done, there are workers all over the house. She has placed cones on the street and outside her home so that nobody will park there. She is sitting at a desk on the sidewalk facing her home and I'm walking behind her. I walk by her but think I should stop to say hello since I haven't seen her for a number of years after moving away.

I had several dreams last night so and usually only one sticks out or I only remember one, but this time I remembered the majority of the first one and it was referenced and the same setting was used in the second one. So I must give a brief description of the first one before I get into the second one.

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I was part of this migration of people going through this land. It started in a port city which had a winding road in it that went up a mountain. The city had an unusual amount of children in it and from what I remember a good majority of them were androids pretending to be human. However, they were indiscernible from real humans. So brings me to the migration I was a part of. I was a female, more or less a child. I was following a man I didn’t know, but he was helping me through everything. I never knew whether or not I was an android and neither did he, but he was nice. I don’t know why he was migrating with us, maybe just an adult to help soothe the children on this journey? We were headed to a place that supposedly could determine who was human and who was android. I almost made it to the top of the mountain, but I woke up suddenly and was very confused about where I was. It only lasted for a brief moment before I just rolled over and went back to sleep.

The second dream I had was several hours later. After I woke up to feed Jack and change her. I went back to sleep while she slept and that’s when I had the second dream.

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My dream panned over many big dinosaurs wearing clothes playing tabletop games. Things like card games, board games, that sort of thing. A few male dinosaurs looked over to their right and remarked in disgust at someone and moved toward them, looking like they wanted to cause trouble. The dream camera followed their path over to the last table in this row. It came to a stop over the table where I couldn’t see the people standing around it. One lone ship sat on this side of the oversized board of battleship. The male dinosaurs placed pegs on the last ship to mark it as “sunk” and laughed a nasty sneering laugh. The dream camera panned over to me. I was a very buff, very tall male. I wore a white t-shirt that was rather tight and jeans, with tennis shoes. I was pretty handsome and did not look at all like I do in real life. I had this stoney expression on my face as I tried to mask the irritation I was feeling. The camera moved so I was seeing through my eyes, instead of at myself, so finally I was really me. The dinosaurs mocked me as they shouted, “I won!” at me and made little crying gestures. I pushed past them and purposefully shoved one as I went past. He shouted at me to watch it and I rounded on him as grabbed my arm. I wound up and punched him right in the face. I knocked him out cold.
I continued on my way to the other side of the park where the lacrosse field was, although I know what a lacrosse field looks like it was set up like a tennis court for some reason. I pulled on a jersey and grabbed a lacrosse stick and started to play by myself. I've played lacrosse in gym, I know how it is played. I started to play like it was tennis. And yes it was still a lacrosse stick not a tennis racket. Although I was like hitting the ball extra hard, like anime hard. It felt good, but I felt like I was going through jelly and even though I had extraordinary reaction times I wasn’t fast enough to hit the ball twice. Eventually my friend™ came and played lacrosse with me. It was very intense and I still felt like I was going through jelly, although I was able to hit the ball coming from him.
One stray ball that I hit went all the way across the park and struck a lady in the head. I never saw her face, but I rushed over to her and people were screaming she was dead. She wore green flowing robes that made her look like royalty. She also had a headdress on in a sort of seafoam color in the same material. I scooped her up and booked it to the towns clinic. It was a small town so nothing was far away. I burst in their doors and realized I was suddenly wearing my t-shirt again and a my coat in rl which is oversized (like its a 3XL and I’m a M maybe a L at the biggest but on dream self with all my muscles and tallness I wish I had it looked way better fit way more), black, and has fur trim on the hood. I rushed over to the nearest doctor I could find and told him he needed to help this woman. I told him what happened and the doctor told me that they didn’t have the equipment that was needed to help her. I pleaded with him and told him that I needed to get her to the nearest hospital now. I told him that I’d run anywhere I needed to take her. He looked at me with this weird look I can only describe as disbelief. I told him that I owed it to her since I was the one who caused her injury.
He gave a sigh and told me there was a hospital down the mountain in a port city. I asked him if there was a winding road and an overwhelming number of children. He said yes although he though the children weren’t really humans. I told him I knew what he meant. I told him that I had a dream about this city and my travel up the mountain. He said that it was very interesting and pondered this for a moment. He said he was going to accompany me since the walking way down is perilous. I welcomed him and started making my way to the path down. The mountain was steep and I could barely see the city. But I was full of adrenaline and determination to get this woman help. However she shrunk down to the size of a toddler, still in her robes, but it was weird and neither of us said anything. She was moving, so she was alive, but very unconscious. The doctor and I helped each other navigate the broken steps down and the occasional basically ladders the steps were so steep. I never once let go of the woman though. She was my burden to carry.
Once we made it down the mountain and to the edge of the city the doctor told me I was on my own, he wasn’t able to enter the city for some reason. I just accepted this and pressed on. I ran through the city searching for this hospital but it was hard to find anything here in the dead of night. The city itself was also strange. Everything was like it was in the past. It was all wood and wrought iron and the signs were just painted boards. Even the people were dressed like it was freaking the 1800s. I stuck out like a sore thumb but I didn’t care I was desperate to find this woman help. I eventually asked some people on the street where the hospital was and they pointed to a mongolian BBQ and told me was in the basement. Just go down instead of up the stairs. I was very confused and somewhat concerned, but I raced across the street and immediately saw what they meant. A sign saying something to the effect of hospital was hung above the downward stairs. A long line formed down them.
I ran past them and skidded to a stop when I was met with almost medieval technology spread across the room. The doctors were even dressed like the olden days doctors would be. I was horrified but they were my best option at this point. The woman didn’t have much time. A doctor approached me and I pleaded with him to help her and that she was dying. He took action and had me place her in this machine. He took her clothes off so they wouldn’t interfere with it and I was shocked to see that her skin was actually the seafoam green. The doctor bold me that he didn’t have the necessary material to help her. He looked frantic, I told him that I would help in any way I could. He thought for a moment and told me I would have to step into the other end of the machine where the material would be placed in. I didn’t hesitate, just tore off my jacket and stepped in. I could see through a small window in the door after he closed it. The doctor had a smile a mile wide. It took me a second to process all that I was seeing. Several teenagers lined a wall with seafoam tinted skin, all of them alive, but they seemed checked out and just really zombie like. Standing still and drooping. Next to them were vats with people that looked like the woman. I started to pound on the door, but it wasn’t enough. He turned it on and I blacked out.
When I came to I stepped out of the machine. My brain was almost nothing. My skin was tinted that seafoam green. I felt heavy and droopy. I shuffled past the doctor who stared at me. I moved past the people on the stairs and out the door. I walked aimlessly on the streets. I only had one thing in my mind. I had to help someone. Everyone stared at me. I just wandered until some man came up to me, fantic, crazed, desperate, and flailing everywhere. I just looked at him while he was talking a mile a minute. I could barely understand what he was saying, but I understood one thing. He wanted me to follow him. He needed help. He took off and I followed him to the edge of town. He ran around a building and when I got there I didn’t see him. I just stood there, drooping, heavy, and blank. I turned to leave, but the doctor from the mountain seized me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the face. When he saw my blank eyes he smiled. I recognized him.
“I helped the woman. She got fixed,” I said in a monotone voice.
“No you didn’t she’s at the top of the mountain. You’ve got to help her, it’s your fault she’s dying,” the doctor said. I looked up the sheer path we took and started up the mountain side. The doctor laughed and followed after me. I was walking, not rushing, but it didn’t seem to take long to get up the mountain. Maybe I blanked it out. I’m not sure. When we were almost at the top the doctor almost fell backwards off one of the ladder type portions. I caught him in one hand and helped him back on. He was shaking and froze where he was.
“You have to keep going. We need to help,” I told him. He laughed a crazed laugh.
“You’re pushing me onwards? I’m forcing you up this mountain and geez what a turn around,” he laughed. We continued on and came to the edge. We stood there panting. The doctor was visibly cold from the snow and wind. I felt nothing in my t-shirt. We went to the park where the accident happened and there were men sitting in chairs in a half circle. The doctor went to stand next to them and I stood in the middle.
“You are back,” the men remarked. None commented on the color of my skin, my demeanor, or the fact that I wasn’t wearing a coat.
I simply said, “I need to help the woman. It’s my fault. She’s dying.” The men looked among themselves, very confused.
“But you helped her already, that’s where you’re coming from isn’t it?” they asked.
“No, she is dying. It’s my fault. I need to bring her down the mountain to the hospital.” I spotted an axe in a chair in the corner. “That is the weapon that caused the injury.” I went over to it and took it out of the chair. “I must bring this with. I need to help her.” I turned around to go down the mountain, but the men stopped me.
“But, you helped her. You brought her to the hospital. There was no axe involved,” they told me. I stared down at the axe. I was told that this was what I needed to help her. This was to help her. But then I had a flash in my mind of bringing the woman down the mountain and I fell to the ground in pain. I had the option like it was a video game to either believe them or believe the doctor. I chose to believe the men and they killed the doctor after I explained what he told me. But then I turned around anyway and started down the mountain with the axe, still blank, droopy, heavy, and slow. But then I woke up mid way down the mountain again.

Jack woke me up with her babbling and she needed to be changed so I didn't go back to sleep as it was about noon.