non-lucid

Date of Dream: THU 26 OCT - 2017



Dream No. 217 - What An Insult

I have forgotten most of the dream. From what I do remember, I was doing some shopping in Coles. I ended being served by this young guy who tried to be cute with me but I didn't seem to appreciate it. Throughout the dream, there were also references made to WB but she never appeared.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Morning of November 6, 2017. Monday.



In my dream, I am seemingly implied to be in our present home, though it is very different. For a time, our youngest son is watching television and our youngest daughter is also present. (In my dream, our television seems to be in the center of a much larger version of our kitchen and facing north. In actuality, it is in our lounge room and faces south.)

At one point, there are distortions in the television screen. There is too much red dominating the overall image. I read the instruction manual and there is information about adjusting colors. It specifically mentions that the small elongated knob for adjusting red is to the right of the knob for adjustment of the extent of black and that the knob for red must be turned to the left to decrease the color and prevent it from being too bright or bleeding into other images. There are a number of small plastic knobs on the back of the television.

After a time, I notice that it appears to have worked. The picture looks a bit more balanced. However, I eventually notice that features that are supposed to be red (including some sort of oval timer superimposed at the top left of the screen) are now a pale purple and I consider adjusting it again.

Our youngest son watches a show about video games and their characters. I notice that the television is on its side so that now the image is vertically rectangular, yet fits the scenes that show people standing, as their feet are correctly downward. This seems strange to me. Eventually however, the television is back in its previous position where it is viewed as normal widescreen. Still, I had placed it on the floor yet consider it is not really watchable while in that position. During this time, I had not adjusted other knobs.

I adjust the knob for red again, slowly turning it a short distance back to the right, as well as turning a few knobs for other colors. Soon, something happens and the picture becomes smaller and there are now only random horizontal white lines on the screen. This occurs after a sort of popping noise. Our youngest daughter puts her feet against the screen. I consider that I must have destroyed the television by changing the colors too much. I know that it will be very expensive to replace.

I go to tell Zsuzsanna about the ruined television. She is sitting back on our bed. At first, I think she had injured her forehead somehow. I eventually see that she has a black sleeping eye mask partly on though the eye patches are doubled up on her forehead, above the area between her eyes. My dream eventually fades from this point.

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There are a few subliminal dream state indicators here. One is how the television is on its side at one point as relating to how the physical body is different in sleep in lying down - as well as the eyes seeing the environment as “turned sideways” when lying on one’s side. The main indicator is my subliminal knowledge of red being an end marker for the dream state. Red typically only dominates a dream when I am closer to waking after sleeping a bit too long and as such, is analogous to a “red alert” (a more dominating RAS factor). Although I am not lucid, I still maintain this realization subliminally, and deliberately lower the red value in the television’s image. I do this by turning the knob to the left with the knob for black on the left side of that one, black symbolizing being unconscious, so a part of my unconsciousness is aware of this, that is, deliberately trying to go back into unconsciousness to sustain my dream, even though I am not otherwise viably lucid.

This aspect of black as symbolizing unconsciousness is carried over as a dream state indicator in seeing Zsuzsanna in bed though awake, yet having a black sleeping eye mask doubled up over her “third eye”. (The third eye refers to the gate that leads to inner realms, yet I still do not realize I am dreaming at this point. There have been thousands of dreams with very precise dream state indicators as in this dream, where I still did not become viably lucid, though many others where I have.)

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D1 - Trying to get away from a monster, it is delayed by a trap consisting of a thread of wire that it is temporarily snagged on. As I pass it catches me and pricks me drawing blood. A baby is born which i'm happy about but the blood contamination means that even though the monster died, it goes on to be born as a baby monster (looks weird like sultarana from drwho). So there are two babies.
I go to a magick conference to try and get advice from someone important about how to get rid of it but it uses it's powers (even though a baby) to make me forget. So I walk out and then on remembering have to try and get back in without an id card. This continues...


D2 - Walking down a steep valley towards a peninsula out into open sea. It is quite steep and I am having trouble with my footing. I can see below there has been some kind of eruption from a small island below, a great plume of grey and white smoke is billowing up, high into the air. Behind me a man tries to stop me going any nearer but I keep on, pushing his hands away.

Morning of November 6, 2017. Monday.



I am riding on a bus in an unknown area, possibly implied to be at night as I am not aware of much light. There are only a few other people on the bus, all unfamiliar. The bus driver is an unfamiliar female of about thirty. She is on the right side and the door is on the left, so it can be assumed to be associated with Australia. However, in my dream, I am not fully focused on my country of location, though mixed features and composites of buildings from two or more countries are common in my dreams. I perceive myself as being about half of my real age and in my twenties.

An unknown female is ready to get off the bus at the next stop, which is apparently also my stop. Curiously, the bus driver also checks out library books as people get off, which my dream self does not consider odd at all, though I do not recall any backstory as to where I had actually gotten the books. I do not notice any area on the bus that has books stored.

As I am getting my books checked out from the bus driver, I realize that I am also holding a number of my socks, perhaps about eight pairs, but I have accidentally dropped three or four onto the floor as well as into a laundry bag (that is full of other people’s socks) near the bus driver’s seat, on her left (and in front of me). I am somewhat annoyed upon doing this, as I do not want to lose my socks. I wake around this point.

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As I have studied my dreams all my life and resolved most of them and their basic meanings and components (including literal prescience when it comes to pass, which is very common for me), this one, despite its unusual nature, is very easy to grasp. It is simply a combination of two typical dream state end markers mashed together with a dream state indicator into one situation.

Getting off a bus symbolizes leaving the dream state. A checkout area (as otherwise in a store, library, hotel, or other location) also symbolizes leaving the dream state. Being aware of socks in this case is a dream state indicator as I do not wear socks in my sleep and thus perceive myself as carrying them in the waking transition. Books are a symbol of the emergent consciousness (a link to my conscious self identity of which is not extant in many non-lucid dreams) as critical thinking skills are not extant in non-lucid dreams. Basically, with this dream, my mind simply mixed the two transitional dream state end markers with a dream state indicator (subliminal thread of awareness that I had become unconscious but not with viable lucidity).

The core meaning, with a typical pattern of dream state synthesis (that is, mixing unrelated linear events, in this case as leaving a bus mixed with leaving a library and additionally linked to the subliminal realization of needing to get dressed after waking) should be obvious to a person of reasonable intelligence. One reason why I dream in a continuous cycle as such and virtually infinite mixes of specific markers for induction, dreaming itself, non-lucid dream state indicators, and otherwise clearly defined waking transitions, is due to having sincerely studied and resolved so many of my dreams since early childhood and as a result, have become very familiar with them and their nature as well as augmented clarity of mind with virtually no nightmares other than when health-related (biologically premonitory). There is nothing here (presently) that relates to real life (at least not yet, and I have not ridden a bus in real life in years - though it may loosely relate to the memory of carrying textbooks on a school bus).

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For those who do not already know, the bus driver here is the preconscious, though in this case there is no conflict as my dream self had already subliminally “agreed” to wake. (The biological purpose of the preconscious, a function of the reticular activating system or RAS, is to establish an association with the need to wake and attend to real physical needs or to alert the unconscious self to a real environmental noise or unknown event.)

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Miles long store

I'm working in a store of a size of a small city. There is thousands of workers, separate departments, shelves incredibly high, conveyor belts transporting goods and people.

We have 2 toilets and sleeping quarters near our department, so we don't even need to leave. Someone took our second toilet out and put shelves there. I don't like it and I set off to look for it. I walk for what seems like hours. I go so far, that I kinda get lost and I come to some kind of a border, where you need passports to get back into a store. I'm like I just left to find our toilet, didn't take my passport with me. But luckily I'm in my uniform and they let the bus with me and other people in uniform through.

Someone shows me a map of where I am and how to get back to my department. They make a mark with invisible ink which slowly starts to turn yellow. I gather that I need to follow yellow marks on the floor to get back.

I hop on a huge conveyor belt and then on another one. Map shows that I'm an 839 miles away from my department. I ask a guy how the hell did I walk that far?

I'm walking through a storage area. Look up and there are palets stacked 10 high and a bit leaning, leaving just a very narrow and winding passage through there. I hope an earthquake won't hit at that time.

I get to talk some girls and I find out they work in the thin mints isles. I'm like whoa, this place is huge, if 5-6 people stack just one item and it has so much shelf space. We make a plan to get together later.



Ophelia
I remembered this when I got up, all I remember now is what I wrote down.

Ophelia
work watter
I leave
it's you

At a point I had a DEILD ,I became lucid ,but lucidity was too low as usual, my visual aquity was unstable, all I remember that I was marvelled at how detailed a dream can be ,I was on a hillside, in a forest, then the dream changed and I lost lucidity.
Edit: I remember looking out the window, seeing a way , left the house, and looked around , the dream started to collapse ,I ran back but now there was only a white car, not my house.

In the next dream I was in a class, and I was talking to some people . A girl made some remarks about how that girl( she said the name of an old schoolmate I had , but she was another girl from another place) secretly likes me and have a crush on me , I thought is just a joke, why would she like me at all .... Then she said it herself ,calmly, wasnt surprised at all that her secret is out, then we made out for a while then I continued doing whatever I did...


Idk how I did not get lucid by this surreal scenario... a girl liking me, me being in school again..eh

This was few days ago. Quite a powerful dream, not sure why. Long and detailed, full of feelings.

So, I'm either living or house sitting this large house. I go to a guest house or garage for a few min to get something, and when I get back, the house is full of people.

I don't know them. They are all behaving civilly, but I feel danger from them. They invaded a house, like "occupy house", haha. They have an agenda, but I don't know what it is. They will leave after they get their wish. I'm trying to call for help, but they took my mobil and all communication devices. Other than they, they are just sitting, walking around, not even talking much. I try to talk to them, but they ignore me. I'm getting frustrated from complete lack of control.

I go to neighbors, and they already called the cops. I see them coming down the road with sirens on. I start to cheer and yell "suck on this, assholes" , but cops roll by to another incident.

Now I'm in a large, industrial setting. Same people milling around. I throw something in the corner and it starts a growing fire. I don't want anybody to get hurt, so I rush over there and extinguish it with a hand extinguisher. But another smaller fire already started from the first one, I rush over there and again, use the extinguisher. It sprays only about a foot away, but I KNOW it will be enough.

Commotion starts and I get shot 3 times in the chest. One of them is a doctor and even if she doesn't have her tools there, she treats me as I'm laying down. I don't want any help from her, but I think I need it.

I did really awful things in this dream. Not sure I should put it here. I might censor some of it. I was running around a series of dark corridors. To the right was a dressing room for boys, and to the left was the one for girls. Children, that is, aged 8-14, something like that. I was... killing them. With a knife. It was very dark, and I managed to kill only one boy in their dressing room. The corridors and rooms felt oddly abandoned and dark, which I found quite unsettling. I thought I was in a nightmare or horror game for a second, until I remembered I was the monster and had nothing to worry about. When I moved on to the girl's side, I found a room where one girl was sleeping. Next to her, her father was sleeping. Guarding her. I realized if I killed the girl, her father would no doubt attack me. So I decided to kill him first. While he was still asleep, I pushed my knife into his neck. He died gurgling, unable to resist. The girl woke up and saw her father die with the knife in his throat. She was quite young and didn't quite understand what was happening. I told her her father was just going to sleep, or something like that, to calm her down. The goal was to kill the girl next, but watching her wimper over her dead dad filled me with such regret, I just wanted to undo everything I'd done. I woke up right there and then, feeling confused I could commit such evil.

Morning of November 4, 2017. Saturday.



Dream Series: The Experience of Prescience, the Inexplicable Dream State Phenomenon. Part 3

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Over time, I become aware of a very unlikely situation (which has no discernible backstory), although my dream self does not consider it unusual. I am resting outside in an unknown location on the side of a hill that is about the height of a one-storey house (when not elevated on stumps or with a higher roof as our house has). It also seems to be part of a house on one level. I have a blanket over me. I am aware of a number of unknown people also sleeping on the hill or “building” and within the sparse framework. It seems to be nighttime.

It begins to rain lightly and this hill or odd pyramidal building (note that the roof of our house in real life is pyramidal) seems to take on unusual properties as if it was made out of miscellaneous junk and tarpaulins as well as at least fifty percent dirt. I feel a bit uneasy, but not uncomfortable. It begins to collapse due to stormy weather, the metal part of the tarpaulins noisily clattering on other parts of the framework, which seems somewhat oppressive after a time, but I do not respond with emotion or fear. I cover myself fully with my blanket, including my head. The hill or building is eventually flattened though no one is hurt. No one talks directly to me. I look up at the sky and notice very unusual clouds passing overhead. They have very unusual shapes and atypical colors, some vaguely similar to jigsaw puzzle pieces. I enjoy seeing them but I do not know if it is suitable to sleep here now.

I get up and walk through a doorway to find a better place to sleep indoors. I am vaguely aware that the room is modeled after the Loomis Street house’s living room, though it is more like a cave. To my left, in an armchair recliner, is a large Minotaur. In front of me is a couch with the back oriented to the right of my viewpoint. The furniture layout is the same as it was in the Loomis Street house living room. There are other features that I do not directly focus on. I consider sleeping on the couch.

“You’re not sleeping there,” says the Minotaur somewhat frustratingly, as he notices me looking at the couch, though indicating no anger or threatening posture. It almost seems as if he is afraid of me or at least does not want anyone else intruding on his relaxing environment. Eventually, I decide to turn around and find myself in my own bed in reality upon waking up.

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Friday, 30 March 2018: What I presently understand about this dream, based on the following real-life event: A few days after this dream, on November 7, a totally unexpected devastating storm (with very atypical clouds prior to it - unusual shapes and of odd colors), tore the roof from our house and carried it down the street, where it landed in front of another house.

My family and I had to endure over a month of large tarpaulins slamming against what was left of the front part of our roof. (The noise was almost ear-splitting and my family had to leave the house at times, though there were days when it was not as noisy.) This devastating storm was so unexpected, there were still a few people working on the street near our house only minutes before. Members of my family had been out to see a movie, and had taken the bus. If the timing had been different by only one minute (when they had come in the house), there would have been more serious consequences.

What is usually RAS personification (for preconscious RAS mediation or modulation) is the Minotaur in this case, and an association with my brother-in-law Bob. It seems pertinent however, that bulls were only otherwise a recurring RAS modulation factor (bulls crashing through the wall for example, as a WAF - waking alert factor) in very early childhood, which should have told me there was something in this dream’s autosymbolism that was very atypical and of which was a warning. The fact remains however, even if I had fully known of this event beforehand, there was little that could have been done. Additionally, another literal factor that came to pass was members of my family sleeping under a destroyed roof covered by large tarpaulins. Zsuzsanna and I slept on the floor in the front room for a time, until the destroyed beds and roof were replaced. This is part 3 of what will be at least 500 parts, as prescience is a major factor of my dreaming history other than autosymbolism and auto-scripting. These main factors of dreams are usually completely ignored by most of modern society.

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Complicated dream. We (a group of survivors of some unknown disaster) were walking through a very long valley (over 1,000 kilometers long). The survivors were all teenagers, guys and girls. I think I had to go separately to pose a distraction (to distract some kind of enemy), while the others stayed in group. I reached our destination, the end of the valley (which was a large open space of fertile land surrounded by mountains and hills), quite a while before the others did. Eventually they arrived, though. I spoke to someone, who said many died on the way here as they were attacked and had to fight. We walked up to a monument erected in their remembrance (how it got there so quick, no idea), for those who died so the others could reach safety.

This dream was somehow a prequel of the previous dream, despite having no obvious narrative connection. I was being protected by a bodyguard in the form of Stellan Skarsgård. Though he looked taller and more lean than he does in real life. He used a pistol with suppressor. We were in a building resembling a hospital. One of the rooms had a view of the adjacent corridor through big, long windows. It was an office of some kind. An assassin appeared, determined to kill me. That assassin was none other than Jean Reno. I think it was his character Bezu Fache from "The Da Vinci Code". Later (after waking) I remembered Stellan played Richter, the antagonist of that movie's sequel, "Angels and Demons". Anyway, as a firefight erupted and I dove for cover, I think I asked Stellan for a suppressor so I could fight to defend myself. Odd to ask for a suppressor when you don't even have a gun to use it on. Dream logic.

Badass dream. I was "hunting zombies" inside what looked like an abandoned, dark apartment building. I encountered the little scorpion-like enemies from Resident Evil: Revelations 2 while crawling in some kind of tunnel/ventilation shaft. They chewed on my legs a bit until I guess I shot them. I had two weapons (that I remember), a mini-crossbow and a revolver (not my usual G19 pistol, an actual revolver). I entered a certain apartment which I knew to be a "resistance hideout". I was pretty sure they would all be zombies by now. I slowly opened the door (very tense atmosphere), and shuffled inside with my gun raised. There was a mirror, and I could see myself in it. I was wearing my black leather trench coat and I recall thinking I looked kinda badass. Like some kind of Van Helsing demon-hunter. The zombies must have disagreed, because they came pouring out of the room from around the corner. I think I killed at least four. I opened the revolver's cylinder, and checked ammo. I had only two rounds left. I removed the empty rounds, then closed the cylinder again. The resistance leader suddenly came out. He was infected, you could tell, but not nearly as badly as the ones I just killed. They were fully "zombified", with a kind of... mold... growing all over their heads. Anyway, I aimed at the leader's head. He did not attack, but rather exposed his forehead in such a way, it was clear he wanted me to kill him and put him out of his misery. I could not pull the trigger because of the "can't pull triggers" phenomenon. I was all out of ammo, for virtually all of my weapons. The leader then spoke, and said he'd help me find ammo for my weapons. Turns out he'd known me a long time (but I didn't know him), he'd been expecting me and he was sympathetic to my cause.

Less epic dream. I was living in a very spacious apartment next to a car showroom (which was on a first floor in a building next to mine). I was tasked by Ferrari (?) to clean up a container in the harbor. I told myself I'd do it tomorrow.

2017, 11-03

Pull the Demon From Inside

I remember dream. It started out that I was with Alicia at her house. We were looking through stuff they got at a yard sale. There are old purses, books, wallets, and other crap. I start looking through the wallets. Alicia and her mom want to know if any of them are in good enough shape to resell. I open one wallet and find lots of money was left in the wallet by accident. I figure it is not Alicia’s, not her mothers, so whoever finds it first gets to keep it. I take the money out of the wallet and slip it into my pocket. Alicia apparently she thinks I’m going to spend the night tonight. I am OK with that until she mentions that she has to get up at 4 o’clock the next morning. She and her mother are going on a trip, and they have to get a really early start. I tell her if she’s getting up at 4 o’clock in the morning I won’t be spending the night. She seems surprised and disappointed. She says I will have to take care of her pets. She hands me a little cage that has both a hamster and a gerbil in. They are both very cute. I go outside to find my car, but it is not there. I look around and find out someone has moved it and it is now parked on Alicia’s front lawn. I realize I forgot something, so I go back in the house to get it. When I go through the door the entire dream changes.

I am now in a long narrow hallway. It is so dark, the shadows seem almost solid. This is not Alicia‘s house. I walk down the hall, not sure where to go. I pinch my nose and find I can still breathe. I am dreaming. The hall seems to go on forever. I finally reach a room at the end of it. There is a woman in the room. She turns and looks at me. It’s like there’s a shadow over her. She tells me welcome to the nightmare. I tell her it is a dream, but no nightmare. I tell her it is my waking existence that is the nightmare. She laughs, although there’s no mirth in it. It sounds weird. I remember what I am here to do. I have to use a song to get a demon out of this woman, it’s Asuka. I had been thinking about a song by Device called Penance, so I use it. “I can make the nightmare go away, I can pull the demon from inside. I can make the nightmare go away, and save you from this and endless night.” Asuka, stands there and listens. Her eyes turn weird. They turn a solid black as if they were empty holes that lead oblivion. When the song is over, she speaks again. She is not talking in her own voice. It is a weird gravely evil voice, and it says that if I think that is going to bring it out then I am a fool. But I don’t see any reason to sit here and argue with a demon. I have another song in mind.

“I came here by day, I left here in darkness, and found you. Found you on the way. And now, it is silver and silent. It is silver and cold. You in somber resplendence I hold.” The song is called Silver and Cold, and it is by a band called AFI. That stands for A Fire Inside. The demon woman just looks mildly amused at this new song. I continue it. “Your sins into me, oh my beautiful one, your sins into me. As a rapturous voice escapes I will tremble a prayer, and I beg for forgiveness. Your sins into, your sins into me. Oh my beautiful one.” The demon just repeats that it’s not going to work, but it’s voice sound distant and Hollow. So I just continue the song. “Light, like a flood her with wings, I feel your hollow voice rushing into me as your longing to sing. So I, I will paint you in silver. I will wrap you in cold. I will lift up your voice as I fall. Your sins into me, oh my beautiful one.”

It looks like there is a dark cloud trying to tear out of Asuka, it is holding on, but it it’s not going to hold on for long. “I’ll fall asleep for you, I only ask you turn away. I’ll fall asleep for you, I only ask you turn, as it leaves into me, my beautiful one. Your sins into me.” So now I absorb the whole dark cloud out of Asuka and into me. It feels bitterly cold, but beyond that I don’t notice any effect. Asuka seems worried that I pulled it into myself. I tell her that this will not be a problem, because my soul already belongs to Jesus. The light energy will purge it out. This song is What I’ve Done by Linkin Park. “Let mercy come, and wash away what I’ve done. I faced myself, to cross out what I’ve become. Erase myself, and let go of what I’ve done. I’m for given what I’ve done.”

I got lost while walking around my town. I kept walking north until I wandered outside of my mental map. I walked past some houses and into the garage of one house. I was going to call somebody or try to find someone with a road map so that I could find my way home. When I walked into the garage the dream scene started to shift.

I was now at a resort. The resort was built inside of a canyon in the desert and had this sort of oasis feel to it. Between the different buildings that held restaurants, lounges, casinos and suites ran water which cascaded over artificial waterfalls and palm trees grew from beside the artificial ponds and lakes. My father appeared and started yelling at me because my professor was angry with me and I became lucid. I left him alone and ignored him and headed into the hotel.

I walked into a lounge room near the Bar and saw Marcus (back in his human form) and Jack standing with a large group of people. Marcus was giving a speech but he stopped talking and introduced me to the people he was talking to. He was wearing a gray striped jacket with vertical dark gray stripes and gold buttons. He pulled one of the buttons out and a blue hologram appeared; very Star Wars Esque.

Someone pointed out that it did indeed look like a holo-projector from Star Wars and then everyone started talking about Star Wars. The dream scene changed to a star wars battle happening above a blue planet with white clouds. There were these weird ships involved in the battle that had running tracks and loops on them and Sonic the Hedgehog was running around on the ships during the battle and I was controlling him for a bit. For some reason Sonic could get a power up that gave him a Master Cheif helmet. Anakin Skywalker came out and killed Sonic with his lightsaber and captain Rex came into the scene and got mad at him saying he had important information and that they needed him alive.

Meanwhile, Guy Moore and Thomas from Daft Punk appeared and started a 2v2 fistfight with Amit and Erez from Infected Mushroom on the bridge of a Star Destroyer. One of them fumbled into the controls and steered the ship to ram into another small ship. I lost the dream and woke up.

Asuka is still being mean.

A dream about being in my living room. She was trying to convince me that Jamie was dead. I kept saying no, it's not possible. She showed me an apparent suicide note from her. I started crying.


Lost in an alternate reality

First of all I thought I was in vancouver. I was walking along a highway with someone and we went into a McDonald's. There was no menu in the Mcdonald's and I asked if they had certain items that they should, but they didn't. Settled on a grilled beef wrap... Which mdconald's should really have btw. I thought the franchise must be somehow different cross provinces?

Later I was walking around the city looking for a neighbourhood where there was an apparent gate back to the right reality. It was a bright summer like day out. Me and my brother split up. I wound up close to where I was supposed to be. I found some boy by a school. for some reason he knew me and I was following him down an alleyway by a park.

Wound up meeting my brother again by an apartment where the gate was. The gate was in a stairwell, and was much like glitching through a wall in a video game. You had to crouch by a wall and go under the stairs where a hidden platform was turn right at the wall and walk completely through the next set of stairs. I some how didn't do the right set of steps because it didn't work. I saw the other peple I was with made it through and saw them sort of phasing out of this reality until they were gone. I was watching them outside a window when this happened.

I ran into Val from work, who was also getting ready to leave. I told her I didn't make it so would just followbehind her to make it perfect. Apparently she liked the food from this reality because she kept making burritos or something on her way leaving. She was taking forever to make it.

FA, I'm on my computer and my dad points to a comment i made on Facebook on someone's post about getting a haircut. He started laughing hard.

I'm in Mexico with someone, visiting his family. I want to take picture. Pull out my 2 extra phones I brought with me, when I see that my mobil's battery is getting low. But they both don't have a memory card.

One of the people in the house drives me to the store. They would charge my phone but they don't have a charger, and there is some issue with batteries. As I'm looking at my "iPhone", i realize that's not it, it's my old, red phone. I can't figure out how did I make such a mistake.

Outside of the store I'm waiting for this guy to pick me up and I wonder if I recognize him. Guy pulls up and he recognizes me. We drive back to the house. Suddenly we are driving through some tunnel construction, over some metal structure, not even a road. He is like "its ok, I used to work here" . After that we stop on the other side of a tunnel, some people from other cars get together and we have some good mexican red wine.

Back at the house. Everybody leaves somewhere. Only couple of women stay in a detached white house and I stay with some kids. We get a call from them, they are scared, something is happening. We hear them scream. I take the kids and we hide on a balcony that has no access from anywhere and it looks just like a wall. A small kid next to me is whimpering and I'm trying to calm him down. Two guys are walking down the stairs from the opposite house. I don't want them to hear us. But they do. One cuts the "wall" open. I get out. They don't have uniforms, but they act like secret police or something. I ask them who they are. They tell me I'm arrested for car theft. I laugh, like that's not possible.

I was quite uncomfortable in Mexico : D