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I think this was my first round of dreams but I also might have woken up slightly before this.

I forgot a lot of earlier stuff...

I remember Mr. R from gym class and a few other teachers giving me 100 dollar bills. I wondered why. It was 3 or 4 of them. I think it came from reading a story of a kid getting tipped 300 dollars. I wondered why Mr. R was giving me 100 dollars and tried to tell him he didn't have to. But he insisted. I figured it was to apologize for male genital mutilation, but Mr. R wasn't Jewish... I'm not Jewish either but I had that association in my mind in the dream.

I remember walking through a grassy field. Something with someone Russian? I remember some sprinklers. And C R. Something we were talking about, I kinda forgot. But I remember having sandwiches. Wheat bread with some sort of cold cuts and cheese. But especially tomatoes on the very bottom.

I remember something being shown at a school. Something about December 16 the Russian people or German people came and took a bunch of prisoners, something like that. It showed a room with a pool, in a school?

I remember a blonde haired woman. She and some other people were with my in my nana's back yard...

I remember going by the patio of the pool, and noticing the weeds from between the pieces of stone. All the plants were very green. I remember thinking, 'Its great that those plants are getting to grow. (Even what most people call "weeds".) And I felt bad that my nana would probably pluck them. I pictured some of the seeds falling from the trees and landing in the pool.

Then I needed the bathroom. I went to the kitchen. Nana said she had been sick for 3 months and if I stepped on that red floor mat, I could get sick too... 'Oh no!' I thought. I decided to go to the bathroom in the woods.

The trail to that area had several vines accross it with giant leaves. I had to duck under one to get there. Eventually I found a white water gun thing and went to the bathroom into that. As I went to the bathroom it sprayed the fluid about 20 feet from me, at a white garage or shed type of building. My nana was like, "Does that help?" And I smashed the water gun thing on the ground, screaming and yelling.

Then I remember my dad saying something about how he had to be there on December 16th. I think I saw a glimpse of him being held captive and stuff. (I don't think it was an actual historical event from waking life.) I either dreamed or just day dreamed about the people from that event pulling into nana's drive way to attack us, and me distracting them while dad got some heavy artillery from his van to defeat them.

I'm surprised its only 2:15 A M right now. I should be able to sleep more soon.

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Finally got back to sleep from like 5 to 8 or so.

There may have been some earlier stuff I forgot. The earliest thing I remember is being in a parking garage kind of place. But also seeing some grocery store mushrooms. The ones with the big caps that people use for soup. Someone was saying if they eat massive quantities of those mushrooms, it enhances their dreams. So I chose some big white mushrooms to eat for dinner in place of my usual vegetable. I imagined eating the mushroom. I remember walking in some kind of corridor thing.

I was in my convertible near the bank I go to. Something in my car might have been levitating. I remember kind of resting in there and hearing some voices or thoughts. 'Is that g**'s voice or loving parent's voice?' I thought. The thoughts were more mean or critical, I think. 'I will go to a meeting,' I thought.

Then I remember being in this mall thing. It was kinda complex. I remember there was something we had to climb up to to get to a secret meeting room. I even imagined sliding under some foot high space and being afraid of spiders living there.

When I got out of there, I saw a mural on the wall of the word "hello". It was in some kind of 3 D lettering. Red and yellow mainly. Maybe it offended people of a certain belief system. Not sure the details.

I remember seeing a car with B D and another guy who looked like him. Driving down the road, talking about a religion. And judging the rest of the world as they spoke.

I remember seeing one guy on a flying scooter. Then I saw another guy also on a flying scooter. He levitated up, but needed an extra boost. To achieve an extra boost, he sprayed some water from his scooter that propelled him higher, into the opening of his lofted room. The water sprinkled over his plants as he entered.

I remember working on a paper, either hand written and/or by computer, outside this food place at a restaurant. I wasn't buying any food though. I was just using the table. In the dream context this seemed like something they usually allowed. It was a busy day for the restaurant and if I wasn't taking up that table, they could have had more customers sit there. I started to feel some pressure to leave, but didn't want to.

Eventually, the manager, who was like K, sat with me. He said that it was busy. I wasn't sure if he was just hinting me to leave. I spoke in almost a whisper because I couldn't speak much louder. "If you want me to not use this table any more, so you can have more customers, then just set that boundary, and I won't." I just wanted him to be clear. I think there was a rule in place in the mall that people couldn't really be asked to leave the tables no matter what they were doing. The guy got up and left without speaking.

I was going to leave when another person came and sat with me. Also my table position had rotated from being at a 2-top to being at a 4-top. He was new to the school and needed the pass word for his lap top. Maybe the wi fi pass word. I didn't have it with me, but could go get it. I just didn't want to leave my stuff.

2 more people sat with us. They said they had car keys. They gave me a key chain, but said the one key was a trade-in. I would have to trade-in the key to get the actual car key. It was too confusing and I gave it back. I tried to gather my stuff to go find the bathroom.

It became more like night time. I remember a female voice talking about how people who make noise at night are ego-maniacs or narcissists. I opened a door to a room with some dancing lights or shadows. There were music stands and it looked like a band set-up. No one was there but it looked like ghosts were playing.

I forgot if there were any other dreams at the end. Because of my insomnia from 2 to 5, I ended up sleeping until about 8, and missed W A. That was kinda sad. But I could see that coming and tried to let it go. Adequate sleep is more important.

Date of Dream: WED 20 JUN - 2018



Dream No. 357 - Separated Sections

Dream 357 A - Property On Fire
I don't remember much of this dream. From where I can remember, my family and I were at our family friend EW's farm property. We started off in the living room area and there was this announcement telling us all to gather around the big window at the back of the room. The scene then changed to being at the front of the house, outside. Some random man came out of the crowd and threw something at the house, starting a massive fire... I worked out he was an actual arsonist.

Everyone started to freak out and move away from the house. My brother, mum and I stuck together and it was my brother who was escorting us all away from the fire. I look back to see where my dad is and he's still there, not wanting to leave the property despite it going up in flames. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 357 B - Heinous Jokes
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at Knox Shopping Centre, looking around inside MYER which was of a slightly different layout and the inside of the building looked dated. First of all, I went to the Dangerfield section and there were a few different items of clothing compared to real life. Then after that, I looked at all the rest of the brands in the clothing department.

Eventually, my parents appeared but I forgot what they did to start off with. There were these two Asian ladies at the cash register and my mum was talking to them about if I could somehow get a part time job. One of the ladies said that there was no work for me at the moment but she would ask someone else. TR then appeared and spoke to my mum about some part-time work I could do. My mum then started laughing and was actually ridiculing me towards TR, saying that I could even join the St. John Ambulance Society in America because I do nothing all day, as well as some other horrible remarks. I have forgotten the rest of the MYER scene.

For the next scene, my parents and I were back home; they were inside and I was out in the driveway. I was writing onto a piece of paper how I felt about the ridiculing I received earlier. My mum called out from the upstairs window to ask if I was coming into the house. Her tone sounded so nonchalant and oblivious to the previous events which caused harm to my self-esteem. I was going to write more but she just kept telling to come in and so I had to.

I'm walking in the direction of the kitchen and I'm talking to myself. I'm saying things like, “How dare you say such things about me... How low can you get?”. And then I remember I said to myself “I mean seriously, stop with your heinous jokes! I'll be telling either Dreamy WB or Murray about this...” as I was almost in reach of my bedroom. The dream then ended there and I woke up.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In accordance to the "shared dreaming experiment" proceed on locating the moon (Achieved? No)



Dream 357: Results (Competition #4)

357 A
Competition Night: 19
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

357 B
Competition Night: 19
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 1.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 78.0
Total Accumulated Points: 79.5

Well that was awkward...so it is night time and Tupac is hiding under my house and he keeps poking his head out from under the door that leads to the crawl space. Later we found the skull of Tupac and it was alien in structure and I was holding it, staring at it saying this skull isn't even human. The police show up..a man and a woman , and demand I hand over the skull of Tupac. I said no, I'm not letting go of it, he was under my house. The woman cop pulled a knife on me and I kicked it out of her hand and the knife flew into the darkness. The dream faded from there and I am with a Delta team in a small room drinking beer and watching the super bowl. We get the call that we have to deploy but the C.O. says I can't go because I don't know the comms and can't do the encryption. I flat out told them to hand me the rover and I'll show you the comms encryption. He starts talking on the radio and says that I want to go anyway. Then I sort of wake up outside a hotel in some kind of lawn chair and there are a bunch of girls drunk and crying on the porch. I tell the to shut the hell up with the drunk crying because it was ridiculous and I'm trying to sleep. I get up from the lawn chair and my alarm is going off and I wake up. "Thug Life"!

A long dream of being haunted by 'It', otherwise known as Pennywise. I knew I was sleeping and tried to sleep through it, but whenever I tried I was overcome by this feeling of intense dread. At the end I was dragged under water by Pennywise in its clown form. It swam off with me as its mouth transformed into this fucked-up shape (full of teeth). I felt okay with this as I felt this was a sacrifice and others would live.

I was at school. It was my last day. I was in either a music class or a tech class with this hipster-ish guy playing digeridoo. After that I had science. During lunch I needed some answers from a friend, but she had her friend hold on to them. I was then caught attempting to cheat. After lunch, I went to the outside part of the lunch area and noticed he was sitting on a bench behind N and someone else who I know. I asked him where he had the answers and he gave them to me. I then asked him why he didn't have them earlier. The friend sitting next to N said something to me about cheating, and then I realized that this was the last day of school and that it was the perfect time to let out all my anger towards her (this came from previously hating her, but now we are alright terms). I called her a mistake and an egotistical jackass, all the while screaming at her at the top of my lungs. N joined in, but it was mostly me and her. I left down the nearest hallway with one last frustrated scream. I then left school. I tried to remember what happened, but where the screaming at N's friend happened, there was this claymation thing where I was in a truck and the person driving needed to pick up someone. It then cut to somewhere in New Mexico where there was a couple in a very stale relationship and some guy narrating over it about the same thing as the truck from before whizzed by.

Date of Dream: TUE 19 JUN - 2018



Dream No. 356 - Cu-Cumbersome Pickle

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was at my other grandparents' house with the rest of my family. I saw this random small pickle lying on the floor of the laundry; seemed harmless at first. As the dream progress, I could feel a negative energy coming off this pickle. Eventually, I started to verbally express my concern for it. Although no one was laughing, I don't think any of my family were taking the concern serious.

Then the pickle actually started to grow in size and that's when I really started freaking out. I had ideas that the pickle was going to grow out of the laundry and then come after me and kill me. The family would just stay in the house but I was so terrified that I wanted to run out of there and on my way to the front door, I started calling for Dreamy WB. I felt I had to wait for her to come and collect me and so was shuddering in my boots as I waited, standing in the frame of the doorway. It felt like a tedious 2 - 5 minutes in real time before she came and must have called her almost 20 times.

Eventually though, Dreamy WB came but her appearance was incorrect, I only knew it was her from the energy I perceived. She actually copied my grandma from my mum's side in appearance but thankfully spoke like Dreamy WB. I cried out to her, “Quick Dreamy WB! Let's get out of here or the pickle's going to kill me!”. She told me to this time, climb onto her back. Once I got onto her back, she piggybacked me but was able to run very fast to get me away from the house of horror.

There was then a sub-scene playing where I was in a hospital bed and apparently the pickle had already caused some damage. Some nurses were there in the background but it was the incorrectly modelled Dreamy WB that was looking after me. I was complaining to her about something but I forgot what. The pickle had attached to my toe and so I think I asked her if I would have to get my toe amputated. She calmly put a hand on my shoulder and said I wouldn't need to do that. She then pointed to the pickle which was hanging onto an extremely long, ugly nail and she said that all we had to was clip the exaggerated end of the nail off. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In accordance to the "shared dreaming experiment" proceed on locating the moon (Achieved? No)



Dream 356: Results (Competition #4)
Competition Night: 18
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 3.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon Dream Guide (1.0)
- Ask For Advice (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 75.0
Total Accumulated Points: 78.0

Morning of June 19, 2019. Tuesday.

I do not usually post generic bathroom wake-up call dreams unless they have unique factors. This one does, as vestibular system correlation seamlessly integrates into it in the last stage of the waking process, which is atypical.

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I become aware of my need to use a bathroom when I am in public. I enter an unfamiliar public bathroom and notice it is not clean or maintained very well. There are six open toilet stalls, three facing three on opposite sides of the room. One unknown man is sitting on the toilet near the corner. I consider using the one third to the right in the same row, but I decide not to, as the seat is not very clean. I walk around contemplating what I should do as a few other unknown males come and go.

As I am standing just inside the entrance doorway, an unfamiliar short-haired boy of about twelve walks in, looks at the condition of the bathroom, and starts talking to me. I perceive him as a Communist from Eastern Europe who is probably in the region temporarily. He starts making comments about ecology and land features in the region (though I do not know where the setting is implied to be and I do not have a viable memory of my conscious self identity). I walk out with him, deciding that I will have to go home to use the bathroom.

I continue on my own and step off the sidewalk onto muddy ground. I see that I am barefoot. I am carrying my shoes, but when I put them on the ground to put my feet into them, they become very muddy, so I decide not to wear them. My feet sinking into the ground a few inches annoys me. Two unknown young males of about twenty are watching me from the sidewalk. I take a few more steps and the ground remains soft and muddy. I do not really feel like trudging through this.

Finally, I decide to fly home. I lift my arms and rise into the air effortlessly. I start flying toward another building in the distance, about twenty feet above the ground. There are a number of people walking around below. I start to consider how strange it is for so many other people not to fly to their destination, as it is more comfortable and easier than walking.

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I dream that some of my family and I are living in a different civilisation. Its mostly archaic and for some reason, reminds me of egypt.
Well, I've been assigned to produce 'resources'. I have no idea of what to do but only seem to know the absolute basics. So, I'm now in the resource producing area of the city where I have a large container underneath me.

The first resource I make is, 'honey'. Well, I'm not quite making it but rather it's been brought in to me in a raw format ( lots of wax, bee eggs, larvae and bee parts ) and my job is to somehow separate and clean the honey, which I do somehow.
I remember lifting up chunks of honeycomb and letting the honey drip out while, ah, catching the bee parts. haha

The next resource production was even funnier. I am making mass amounts of green smoothie by putting veggie greens in my mouth, chewing it up and spitting it down into the container which has a hole in bottom where it all drains out.

Feeling a little unsure if I'm doing it right, I fly up to a higher level of the city where a resource meeting is going on with the queen and other members. I learn that if not done right, resource producers get executed! Worried, I fly and jump down to a lower level of the city ( its shaped like a ziggurat pyrmaid ). My brother in law J is there on the floor of his balcony typing on his laptop. "Please! Tell me how to do this resource producing!! Am I doing it right?". After hearing what I had been doing he says that no, you have to have a 60 percent dilution in the 'green smoothie' and 'honey'.

Oh dear, I thought. I hope I don't get executed!

Next are two dream fragments from the same dream.

My brother H is showing me a cave where he has hid is fancy mountain bike from all the other members of this civilisation. We admire the sleek frame, the spiky tyres etc. I give the peddles a twirl and remark on the chain and gears being a bit rusty. "yeah" he says, "Its been here a while now".

The same brother and I are in a field of grain. I am flying over his head and he is running underneath me. He keeps leaping up towards me and I playfully stay out of reach. "I"m flying over to that row of trees near the fence. Bet you can't get me all the way to there!" So I fly and he runs and jumps. Seems like the more I fly the lower I get! Not sure if I made it or not.

I'm a adventurous person. Different cultures and civilisations always interest me. This was a fun dream and I hope to have more like it.

I'm at a campground sleeping in a room full of bunk beds with a couple other campers, well two others to be precise. There is a pretty girl on the top bunk along from where I'm sleeping on the top bunk. She looks nice and I make some advances...not sure where it went, forgot.

Next thing is I'm talking with the guy below me and to the right. He is threatening me ( perhaps he was the girls boyfriend? ). soon, we have gone from talk to fight and I drop down from the top bunk to the floor to fight him. He pulls out a knife * a long kitchen knife ) and I spend a while fending of his swipes. I use my martial art skills to duck, block and re-direct his energy. It was a epic battle, the details are lost now....

The fight ends up with me having multiple shallow cuts and the other guy dead with stab wounds to the abdomen and a slit throat.

I dream that I've recently acquired a large, taller than my body, hunting long bow. Its a powerful looking bow with a full quiver of practice arrows next to it. The bow has a leather strap attached to the string to help pull it back and a number of other fancy attachments and gadgets to make it more effective.

I pick up the bow and go outside ( not sure where, seemed like a country backyard with lots of grass and random trees here and there. I aim the arrow at a large tree 100 metres away and let go. It shoots forward and hits the tree about 15 metres up the tree!

"won't be getting that one down" I think to myself. "Might be able to throw a pull line over it and pull it down"....anyway the next minute I somehow jump up there and snap the arrow off while trying to jerk it free.

I shoot a few more about and then my brother turns up. So I start showing him the bow, its functions and how cool it is. Turns out he also has one!
While watching him exercise his mastery over archery, my skills seem to be getting worse and worse. I start fumbling with the bow and seem to be getting forgetful about how to use it until he has to show me.

We then go to our underground bunker and follow the stairs down. Its raining....

This dream reflects a small interest I have in archery and shows how easy it is to let others confidence and skill outway your own. It's important to be confidant in your skill and not let others affect you in a negative way

Morning of June 18, 2018. Monday.



In the first part of my dream, which seems to take place in late morning, I look into a birdcage and see what I first think is a dead hummingbird on the bottom of the cage, one of our supposed pet hummingbirds. (We do not have any pet hummingbirds in reality.) I feel that this will upset our oldest daughter and I soon have ambiguous associations with it being a mouse. Its head is facing away from me, though also oriented somewhat to the left. Later, I talk to Zsuzsanna, as I am puzzled about where the other birds are. They are not in their birdcage and I consider they may have flown away. Are some in the same cage (even though there is a mix of quails and small parrots)?

Later, I am trying to rest in bed, which is in an unfamiliar location (though implied to be our present home). I notice, to my left, an area out from the opposite corner of the room, where there are two thin gorillas standing, one black, one chocolate-colored. The black one is on the right in my view. They are watching us. I find it odd that we have pet gorillas, especially as the gate that encloses them is only up to their waist. I become wary of having these pets and start to consider that it is a foolhardy idea. I consider talking to Zsuzsanna about it but they start talking simultaneously in unfamiliar male voices. Although it sounds like a legitimate language, it is not English or any language that seems familiar to me, which annoys me more.

I tell them to speak English. They keep talking, seeming somewhat aggressive as well as somehow condescending. I jump into their small fenced-in area and knock them down. I quickly saw their arms off, then their heads as I hold them down. I do not feel as if I am danger or liable to be hurt at any point.

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This dream had three precognitive threads, curiously enough. One of our oldest daughter’s mice did die (the first one that had ever died since she started keeping mice). I was also very surprised to see the three youngest quail in the same cage as the lovebirds, which Zsuzsanna had done temporarily, as the two older quails had now been picking on their three offspring. As for the two gorillas, we watched “Valley of the Sasquatch” tonight. I did not really plan to see this specific movie, and I did not know its content. There is a scene where one of the men cuts the arm off one of the Sasquatch.

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So I'm on this train. It's like an old western cowboy train..and I got all these backpacks..full of god knows what. For some reason they were important. The train stops and it is time for me to get off, it's in a big city in modern times...with a steam engine train..go figure..So I got like 12 backpacks and they are too heavy to carry, I get like 3 of them off the train before it starts moving. I'm hauling ass and throwing the backpacks out the windows.. then the train gets too far and I realize I just ditched all my backpacks in the city and homeless people think it's a U.N. supply air drop and they are stealing all my shit. Last thing I remember was screaming "Fuck! My backpacks!" Never knew what was even in them.

Morning of June 18, 2018. Monday.



I titled this dream “The Second Storm” because of it being from a literal thread of my conscious self identity in vague recall of the storm that tore our roof apart in November of last year. However, our home is rendered as the Cubitis house (where I have not lived since 1978) rather than our present home. In this dream, I become aware of the cyclone or hurricane approaching. I am not as afraid as I would be in waking life. Zsuzsanna is present. It seems to be late morning.

Mainly, I am near the doorway of my bedroom (as in Cubitis). Rather than the roof coming off this time, sections of the southwest area of the south wall, closer to the ceiling, are partially destroyed, leaving a couple irregular holes. A small pine tree is carried through the hole in the wall (though this would not be possible in reality regarding the size of the hole) and blown through my room mostly in an upright (vertical) position, in slow motion, as are a few branches from other trees. I do not think the house will be destroyed. Blue sky and white clouds can be seen through the holes rather than signs of a storm. The roof stays on. I am soon aware that the storm is over and wake shortly after this.

Morning of June 18, 2018. Monday.



In my last dream of today, I enter a short but very vivid scene. I find myself back on the second floor of the King Street mansion, with no memory of my present life other than a subtle recall of Zsuzsanna being my wife. It seems to be the middle room of the east side of the house, where I once lived in real life. Moments before, I had full memory in partial wakefulness of where I was, but this is completely lost upon my short return to sleep.

The room’s west wall is deeper into the room than the doorway, resulting in a short wall to the right of the doorway when entering the room (a fictitious feature which my dream self does not recognize as wrong). I notice an irregular hole in this wall of which is about a foot above the floor. This puzzles me. Over time, I start to realize that something inside the wall is on fire. It relates to the electricity. Smoke billows from the corner of the wall for a short time (which of course would not be possible as the bottom of the wall is solid to the floor). I sense that the wiring, farther inside from the wall’s outer surface, is on fire. I look at the hole and see it is somehow growing (though is not visibly on fire). (This does not make any sense, as is often the case with dreams. If the wiring is burning, farther back from the wall as such, how could the hole being growing larger on its own?)

The hole grows downward, elongating and curving right, and soon resembles a reverse J-shape. The hole grows bigger, with a slight sizzling sound. It does not expand outward much, but “burns” downward (yet with no sign of flames) in a line. I decide I need to turn the light off. I flick the switch off and immediately wake.

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A light switch, as with a door, is autosymbolism for reticular activating system mediation of the sleeping and waking process. Typically light, lightning, and fire are consciousness augmentation and initiating the waking process. (Even in real life, if I accidentally drop something on my foot and become suddenly more aware, I will “see lightning”.) However, since early childhood, it has also become analogous to achieving lucidity and dream state revivification through non-lucid dream control or non-lucid manipulation. (Many forms of autosymbolism of reticular activating system mediation can be used to increase lucidity and, by way of the virtuous circle effect and with countless legitimized experiences, result in an entirely different dreaming process than many people experience, including continuous non-lucid dream control where bad dreams are very rare other than when biologically premonitory). In this case, its analogy is simply turning the potential for lucidity off and waking at the same time, as I had already slept a little too long this morning. Otherwise, fire is one of my most common dream features, especially of microdreams and very short dreams. (There will usually be at least one inconsequential microdream of a small fire at the beginning of every sleep cycle, which has been the case since early childhood.)

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Some people, when not wishing to achieve conscious awareness in the dream state, or simply wanting to return to sleep, will have dreams about trying to turn the same light off repeatedly, with little or no success, or of turning off a large number of lights in the same room, resulting in the room being as lit as ever. I have experienced this myself, and ultimately, it is hilarious, despite the intense frustration of the dream self.

Didn't get sleepy until 10:00 P M... Going to bed now...
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Round 1 of dreams.

I woke from round 1 of dreams with a surprising amount of recall. The first thing I remember was that this area had no water. I was with some friends, and we wanted to help provide them with water. We had a delivery truck and some sort of water supply... That's all I remember for that part.

I remember one of my friends in that group, or my sister, had this red rocket-shaped toy. They wanted to play catch with it. It bounced around. I didn't want to play catch with it, due to the shape.

I actually dreamed that I was in a church. That was ironic because earlier that day I had said I will never go into a church again. I guess I meant in waking life. Anyway there were some parts I forgot. But there was something about donation basket being passed. I was deciding to put in one dollar or two, and decided to put just one. I wondered if people who saw my amount would judge me, but a dollar was a lot to part with!

There was an interesting scene where a giant Pokemon appeared. I forgot what Pokemon. Maybe a dream original. I was Ash and I had some of the standard Ash Pokemon, one of them being Charizard. I sent out Charizard but also used mind powers to open a hole in the ground, get the big misunderstood creature to go in there, and then sealed it back up. The cracks in the ground even dissappeared.

But it came back out. I remember fighting it with Charizard. I ended up doing this arm movement, like a karate chop with my left arm... Which transitioned into being a very silly joke some how. R M or R K was there, laughing at my joke.

I remember something near a stage. And something with R M trying to sell me something, but as a joke. He was making a joke about advertisers and sales people in the way he presented the item. It was a vitamin or protein thing. I pretended to want to buy it.

Then I remember being in a bath tub. I was just wondering how the type of coffin someone gets place in when they die affects the quality of their life after death. Also, how does where they get buried affect it. The thoughts kind of worried me.

I remember another scene where a woman was sharing. It was like a meeting with lots of rows of desks. New people, male and female, had shared before her. She commented on how it was nice to have the "patriarch" and "matriarch" of the meeting. At that point a guy walked by, kind of like P B, and said, "There's no cross talk in the meeting. Including satirical." Someone else said to him, "You can't interrupt her share, even to announce the cross talk rules."

He pulled out an ACA red book to show us some things. The pages had big hand written "letters" which didn't correspond to letters in waking life. I remember laughing at the silliness and almost waking up.

I also remember a part where this military guy was saying how they were poisoning his eggs. But he couldn't escape. He was either in prison or in the military. It reminds me of how I am being "poisoned" by E M I but not able to escape it.

I did an RBFA but re-remembered it all again later.

(ZZZ)

Round 2 of dreams.

I remember being at my house from college, and trying to access the internet. Eventually, I got on, but I could only find a few forums. I couldn't find my usual forums. One forum was about Pokemon, and only had 2 pages. The other was about E M I related stuff.

I guess I forgot some middle parts.

I remember sitting with a group of people. The topic of eating came up and I said how I had worked through O A and Grey Sheet and now I do my own thing. There was a woman accross from me who seemed interested in talking to me some more. We exchanged contact information. We said our phone numbers at the same time, and it turned out that we both had the same first six digits.

I gave her my number and e-mail. Making sure to say it was a land line, so no texting. I remember writing on the top right corner of a sheet of paper. careful not to use the whole sheet. My hand writing came out a little funny. I wrote my e-mail down, too.

Then another guy came along and he seemed mad at me for standing up to smokers. He was physically intimidating and I figured I'd be better off leaving. I remember being at some kind of bar type of place. There was a poison stick in an ash tray, with a line of smoking floating up from it, but it the colors were inverted. I figured I would want to leave around then.

I remember trying to leave. It was like W W. But when I tried to leave there was a stair well thing, with a wooden panel over one side, and a screen near the exit. I hid between the wooden panel and the screen, not sure the coast was clear on the one side. But knowing that on the other side, there was a guy blaming his kids for all his problems. And another guy encouraging him to keep blaming his kids for all his problems! How silly.

When the coast was finally clear, I went out through the screen. I'm not sure if this was when I came up through a hole in the floor of another room. It was like the break room for workers at a restaurant. One of the chefs was in there, and some other people. I came up through the floor in a harness thing. They made fun of me for needing the harness. I tried to explain my self a little but then just decided to leave while I still could.

I remember thoughts of walking along a beach, which would have been near W W. And being stopped by "police" who happened to be religious, so they had a conflict of interest. But they pressured me to go back based on their religious bias. I don't know if I actually experienced that dream, or just thought of it.

I remember Ms. S, a high school language teacher, having some kind of online career going. She was struggling to make ends meet and was thinking of what else she could possibly do. More to it that I forgot...

I remember going to this out door restaurant place. Maybe it was my job in the dream. But I told off my boss. Saying that I didn't want to set tables or whatever it was. And I think some of the conditions were inhumane. I remember seeing T H sitting at a table with a bowl of apples. Each apple had some kind of comb in it, like it was the way of preparing them.

When I woke from those, I was half way in a stream of thought for a while. Once I came to full consciousness I was still able to recall the dreams though.

(ZZZ)

round 3 of dreams.

All I remembered from these was being on a phone meeting. The moderator needed someone to help moderate the meeting for a while. One woman came in to offer to help. I also offered to help. It became competitive for which one of us would get to help. I forgot the rest. I remember being in my house, at a table near the wi fi router, or in my room. Maybe someone was digging or doing yard work outside.

I couldn't remember anything from round 3 when I'd woken up. I only remembered that detail after reviewing rounds 1 and 2 in my mind a little.

I didn't get back to sleep after that. It was already around 6. I tried to go to bed earlier but couldn't sleep until after 10. Well, I am beginning to face the E M I problems more squarely.