non-lucid

I was in a classroom in northern Sweden. A few more people (all adults) were there with me. They had locked us up for being residents of a hostile nation. They started unlocking the door, and I knew they'll execute us all. I told the others to get ready to fight, and went to the door to open it as soon as it was unlocked. I felt like we were all going to die. The situation was so desperate, we might as well put up a fight. I opened the door, and the others rushed outside. We fought, and most of us were shot dead on the spot or otherwise killed or restrained (to be shot later). I was retrained as well, by a man I remembered from a previous job (in real life), a Dutchman called Michel. I practically begged him to let me go, and much to my surprise he did (out of view of the others). Grateful for the favor of my former colleague, I made my way out of the building, across the courtyard of the school, toward the large gate. It was snowing. When I got to the gate, the police arrived. If they found out I was with the other prisoners, they'd arrest me and I'd get killed after all. I pretended everything was normal and I was just going home after a day at work. It worked, and I got past them, onto the streets. It was very cold, snowing heavily, and it was very dark and gloomy even though it was midday. I was wearing my old Sergio Tacchini coat, something I used to wear when I went to high school myself (graduated 2008). I briefly thought to myself it's no surprise Scandinavian people got so depressed living there, with all the gloominess. I could hear the soundtrack of the dream in the background, a very fitting tune my subconscious made up on the spot. As I started waking up, I wondered how to proceed from there. I had to get out of Sweden somehow, and head south.

I was left behind on a tiny island (just 30 feet across, maybe) by a villain - Gaff from Blade Runner. The island was in a very (extremely) wide river, relatively close to the southern shore. There was a lot of fog, and a chill in the air. Gaff could fly, and he flew off towards an extremely large (width and height) skyscraper on the opposite shore, basically Wallace HQ from Blade Runner 2049. The building was so tall, I thought to myself that even if I could fly, I'd be too scared of heights to go there. Suddenly I was with another person on the island. Gaff. And he was a friend suddenly, also left behind on that island. And I could fly. He held onto me (on my back) and I had to fly us to the shore. But he was so damn heavy! I don't know if I managed to keep from plunging into the water. I knew one thing: we had to destroy that building.

I was in a large open room, maybe a gym. I could fly, and realized doing circus tricks would indeed be a good way to make money and get famous. I did some tricks for an audience, like backflips and stuff. Some guy suspected I was on an invisible support, or hanging by a thread, so I invited him to come and feel. They remained unconvinced (I could feel a wire suddenly, as if I *really* was hanging from a wire, except I wasn't). I got really furious at the guy (not really, I think I was just acting and wanted to do a good villain speech to terrify the DC's). I cut the scene to the next one, somehow, as this is what would happen in movies (I could be director and character of my dream at the same time). It was night now, and I exited the gym through the back exit. I saw the people who were watching earlier at their cars, ready to leave. They were talking some more. I looked at one of them with some regret for my earlier behavior, then flew away. Higher, higher and then away over the city. It was day all of a sudden, and I didn't notice this transition. I was now aware I was dreaming, but it wasn't a sudden "!!!" moment, but more as if I'd known all along (I did not). I had to dodge some kind of windmill on a rooftop, and I think the blade hit me (I felt it). No injuries, though. I flew along the coastline now, approaching the harbor of what looked like Zeebrugge (Belgium). The waters were fierce and I could see a large cargo ship smashing violently into the waves. I wanted to fly home, to Brasschaat where I live. I realized that was far, but trying to teleport was too hard (dream felt real) and too risky (to avoid waking up). Just a moment later, the image froze and I lost the dream. I knew I could maybe "restart" the dream but that would take too much effort so I opened my eyes.

Before I fell asleep, I read most of Chapter 8 of "Faith is the Answer" by Norman Vincent Peale & Smiley Blanton and I prayed.

I dreamed of many little children singing happily in a church building on a mountain top surrounded by snow.

I laid on my back for most of the time I slept on this night and when I woke I felt very refreshed. I don't think this is only because of my sleeping position although that has something to do with it, I feel as though reading the "Faith is the Answer" book and praying also are reasons why I felt so refreshed.

Usual dream where something is repeated over and over. Losing money as I have spent money on chocolate chips (which are an investment commodity in my dream Oo)
but the percentage of chocolate is really low so i'm being ripped off. I then decide to buy large bronze coins that were a better deal. I have them kept a small cardboard box (reminding me of when I was little I kept "precious" things I a small box).
My brother is being mean to me and is enjoying antagonising me. I tell him to stop it or it is over and I don't want to see him again.

At an assembly I am standing with others watching and say something that really pisses off someone nearby, I can see they want to punch me. I notice Andrea and someone else laying on a bench watching and make my way over to them. When I get there I find they have changed into small children. Everyone is now leaving the hall and i'm feeling really uncomfortable so I float up and out of the door. Mr B looks up at me as I float up the stairwell outside.

[notes i'm not sure what this conflict is about]

I dreamed that I saw a dark wolflike monster in the distance from me that started charging me; I was frightened and then decided to not part out cars (I had been thinking of doing this) and it passed me by without any harm.

>I was walking around at a flea market and/or car show. Someone announced it would be $99 to vote on which car would win at an event and either 1: I thought that was ridiculous or 2: I thought other people would think that was ridiculous or 3: I thought both of the above.

>Why are the highlighted bubbles atrophying the ninjas? (That's a bunch of hoolabah I wrote, it's not from a dream.)

I dreamt i was in a ... well i think it was a penthouse but at the same time it could have been a house in a high altitude place, like 3k+ km above the sea; most likely the latter. I was in this house but i wasnt alone, it was like a gathering; my school friends were there (i haven't seen them for like a year now). I come out of the house to the back part which was all a pool. Nobody was swimming but i decided i would. I crossed the swimming pool, and i noticed that the first half one could walk if one wanted to but the second half it was hard to reach bottom if you wanted to xD. Anyways the second half of the pool conected to the back part of the house or property. There was no other way to get there other than swimming. So i decided i would enter it, and it would be nice and calm since i was going to be alone. I think i wanted to go to the restroom, but more people started to come in, specially girls. So i think i postponed my needs lol and went out to talk to the girls who came to invade the house. Maybe they wanted to sleep there in the night but they saw me go first and felt threatened, who knows.

I dont remember exactly what happened next.

2017, 10-18

Squirrels, Dinners, and Mars

I am outside in the desert. It is someplace in my own yard. I am looking around at some interesting rocks, and I spot looks like the body of a small ground squirrel. I find that sad, but I don’t want our dog to find it and eat it. That sounds gross. So I go over and gently pick it up. To my surprise, when I touch it, it moves. It is not dead. I am thinking it is probably dehydrated from the heat we’ve been having lately. So I gently pick up the animal, and I carry it over to a shady place. There’s a fountain there, and it is overflowing here so that the animals can drink from it. I carefully drip some water on the squirrel’s face. That seems to revive it some, and then it starts drinking. Perhaps that’s all needed. I have my phone with me, and I decide that this cute little squirrel would be good to have a photo of. So I lie it down on some leaves near the puddle made by the fountain, and I take a picture. It comes out very cute. My friend Alicia comes over to find out what I’m doing. She sees the animal, and asks what happened? I tell her the squirrel just needed some water. She says how cute it is. I go to my phone to show her the photo, but the photo is not there. It didn’t save. That gets me pissed off. Alicia says just take another picture, but the lighting is off now and I can’t get a good one.

Alicia leaves to go home, and I go inside the house where we are having dinner with some friends. My mother is there, and so is my dead grandmother. Two ther people here seem to be a couple from Germany. Or at least that’s what their accent sounds like. My mom‘s friend Donna is here as well. Donna has arrived late, but she brought cake. She has several different kinds of cake that all look yummy. She goes around the table and dishes out the portion of each cake for each person. So I now have a bowl full of several kinds of cake in front of me. My mother takes it away, however, saying that is for dessert. This is dinner. We eat the dinner and dessert seems get forgotten. We go outside and get in cars. I don’t remember where we were going, but Donna keeps trying to signal me. I think she is trying to tell me not to trust the German man. But I don’t see any reason not to. I am riding in a car with the German man. It seems like it is a hard task for him to not drive on the wrong side of the street. I wonder if that is because he’s from Germany? I can’t think whether or not they drive on the right side or the left side in Germany. I ask him if he is more used to driving on the left side of the street? He doesn’t answer, but seems frustrated.

German man turns into a parking lot. We drive through the garage into a large building. Except on the other side we are not in a building. It looks a lot like Mars. The man gives me a helmet to put on, saying there’s not enough oxygen for me to breathe here. The bad thing is that my helmet is attached to an oxygen tank that the man is carrying, so I can’t go very far away. Then I hear them talking about using energy. One of them says something about using dark energy, but still it’s energy. So I wonder if I can access that energy. I move a little bit away from the man, but he doesn’t pay any attention. He thinks I can’t go far enough sense I couldn’t breathe. I take a deep breath and then I take my helmet off. That’s surprises him. He’s trying to get it back on me. For some reason he doesn’t want me dead. For bit I am having trouble getting air, but then I focus kind of a cloud of energy around me. And then I can breathe without any difficulty. This clearly surprises the guy. He sits there and stares at me for a bit. For some reason I think they have my mother. I ask him where she is. He says they don’t have her. He says they never wanted my mother, they were after me. But he is confused as to how I’m breathing. He will just have to stay confused, because it is here that I wake up.

Created Monday 16 October 2017

Got a few non-lucid dreams and a DEILD to note, along with a fragment. There was more to the non-LD portions that I've since forgotten by now.

Dream 1 - School Lunch Buffet Brawl

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was waiting in line in a buffet-styled outdoor school cafeteria. Instead of trays, each student was given round, sturdy paper plates. Items were already running low when I reached the serving area. Macaroni and cheese seemed to be among the most popular choice, so I scooped what I could before that ran out. I tried some, and found it to be extra cheesy. Following that, I poured in some soup broth (wha...?), and finally, a handful of steamed sausages.

I turned away momentarily, only to see that everything in my plate (sans broth) had been stolen. Angered, I rewinded time to discover the culprit. Turned out to be some tanned skinned punk, whose hand I found on my plate. I rewinded again to interpose, and yet, he'd the nerve to nab my stuff anyway. More time travel, this time to deliver a sucker punch. But, it seemed I got myself into a losing bout, the bully forcing me into the defensive. What's more, some other guy with curtained hair taunted me for my setback. In thoughtless rage, I went back to sneak attack the both of them, only to get into an even more embarrassingly lopsided fight.

Not much else occurred before the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Market Psycho Wave

Scene 1 - Supermarket Food Samples
The visuals were mostly clear. I was browsing around a supermarket at nighttime. Thanks to semi-awareness, I effortlessly floated around the aisles, if just to go around and sample snack foods. When I reached the meat aisle, I tore out some steaks and sausages from their packages, then used magic fire to cook these instantly.

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Law and Order - Paranormal Investigations
The visuals were a bit blurred. This depicted an episode of Law and Order. During prepping, exec ADA McCoy was pressuring an unnerved witness to speak truthfully, but he realized someone had since coerced them into silence.

Cut to McCoy in bed, where he's rudely awakened by police. Much to his disbelief, they showed up to arrest him for murdering someone and leaving their body out in a grassfield. Prime evidence included blood-laden muddy shoes found by the cops in Jack's home.

But, it seemed the police knew this was all part of a much greater conspiracy. It so happened that an evil psychic kid has been hypnotizing people into committing murders in their sleep, to which McCoy became an unwitting puppet. Despite knowing as much, the cops had no way of arresting the boy for doing such, let alone finding him...

Later on, both cops and lawyers agreed to a risky gambit: setting McCoy free without cause in hopes of somehow luring the kid. Around this point, I manifest as an incorporeal figure. Through telepathy, I instructed McCoy to go to a suburbs, to which he reluctantly complied. It was then that the evil kid probed Jack's mind again. This time, Jack was one step ahead, for he somehow figured out how to mentally shield himself in short notice. As he did, I locked on to the kid's telepathy, which in turn let McCoy figure out the helloin's whereabouts.

Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - Lake Waves
The visuals were blurred. I was swimming at the center of a park lake during twilight. Various other familiar figures were there with me, though I don't recall specifics. Not long into this, huge waves formed, and battered everyone out to dry land. I was steadily catching on to this absurdity, but not before larger tides literally knocked me back into reality.

Scrap Group 1
Attack on Titan related dream.

Spoiler for major spoilers:

Colt conspired with Eren to kill Zeke, of all things. What's more, Colt reveals his,being of the Fritz bloodline. Cut to a battlefield in a plains. Eren, as the Attack Titanm uses his Coordinate to have a wave of pure Titans assault Zeke's Beast Titan form.

Dream 3 - The Sampling Extravaganza

The visuals were mostly clear. I was browsing the very same supermarket from before. Soon, I overheared my Aunt Karin and Uncle Able joking about off-brand cereal, though they quickly rescinded their words. I then see bags of such foods on a rack nearby. One interesting variety had chunks of chocolate and normal (off-brand) Rice Krispies Treats. This somehow grants awareness instantly. I tried some, finding it tasted as good as expected, though, as with food in other dreams, it melted and vanished much too quickly. Indeed, this was true for cookies, chips, and other snack items I sampled.

After some careless flying throughout the aisles, I went directly to the meat cuttery for some protein. Behind the counter was a man who looked extraordinarily similar to James Avery (aka "Uncle Phil"). There were black plates nearby, which stored what seemed to be beef nigiri. I ate some, when I discovered this was actually shellfish. 'Mr. Avery' wasn't unhappy that I touched something without permission. "Oh sure", he complained, "just take whatever you want."

To patch things up, I tried summoning a copy of what I ate. But, whether gesturing, staring, or through command words, nothing of the sort occurred. I then tried feeling things out on the plate. As it so happened, this was the surface of a hotplate. What's more, that mere tap caused it to short-out in dazzling sparks. Despite the jolt, I was completely unharmed. "Heh, no summoning.", I comment. "But hey, at least I'm invincible."

Next, I held onto exposed diodes, electrifying me further, and creating an more spectacular, iridescent display of electric orbs. I stared at those that fell on the plate, when I realized these had formed a single word: wish. Anxious seconds were spent trying to think of something, but I resigned myself to whatever came in mind. "Mechaz0r!", I shout. Not sure why I thought of Duelyst, having not considered it in a while, but oh well.

Suddenly, the structure begins rumbling, while a familiar tune sounded in the background. The title song for Power Ranger's, to be exact. For extra amusement, I had it seamlessly switch to the Broforce theme. This, in turn, caused a huge karaoke screen to rise up behind the meatcutter's counter, though tiny, illegible text rendered that terminal moot save for the extravagence of it all. As I prepared to sing, a number of other patrons (mostly college/university-aged kids) flocked in to chant along with me. Despite many of us being off-tempo, it was a whimsical moment all the same.

The tune got about halfway before I awakened abruptly.

I was sitting outside infront of my house and talked with my parents, then my phone rang. It was N , she called me on my phone even though she doesnt know my number. I didn't get lucid. I couldnt pick it up becuase I was talking to my parents and I didnt want them to hear me speaking english, I'm kinda shy.
Then she called me again but I couldnt pick up the phone for the same reason.

After that another girl called, and then it popped in my mind, I remember her. She's that black haired girl I used to hang out often , sometimes flirt, she is aloof, kinda cold ,detached , but still a funny girl and we often would hang out and talk about stuff.
Now heres the rub; she doesnt exist. Actually I never met her or anyone like her. Shes just a dreamcharacter , but somehow I still remembered her, through my "dream memory".

I dont know why but its often that when I am in a dream , I can access memories of previous dreams , what happened before and stuff like that. Like if I live a second life when I go to sleep all night. Pretty weird.

So I picked up the phone and spoke with her, asked whatsup , its been a long time ,etc.
And the dream ends here.


In another dream I dreamt of burglars breaking into my house after the lights go out in the middle of hte night. We were kinda freaked out, but I grabbed a bat and beat the burglars out of the house with all my might . I think I killed one.

I was inside my dad's house surrounded by a group of strange guys. One of them gave me 3 small flowers with the stem almost dry. He than lit a candle and told me to let the flowers touch the flame. I let them touch and suddenly a orange closed box appeared floating in mid air next to my brother. "Now the box will over flood with blood". I watched as the outer appearance changed to blood than pondered if it was representing my brother's future. But than I felt like it was to see what level of fear I had around blood.

Fast Forward and the dream had shifted to a apartment where I was married to a guy. A three yr old whom looked like a child I had seen before was present and I was helping him get his jacket on. He felt like my child though. But as I was doing such, a random person approached trying to touch me. I tried pushing them away till I became aware it was a dream.

The dream than shifted and I was on my bed near a wall covered in decorations,writing and colored paper. My five year old self was in a yellow dress asleep next to me facing the ceiling. I than turned to the t.v. and saw a power puff girl show on. The power puff girl was fused wearing a outfit like the crocodile hunter. A voice of a narrorator than shouted " for martyr's dream!"

Dream #2

I was on a moving wagon with my dad and another crowd of people. We were holding on tight on the outside of it and trying to get ice cream from a dispenser within the wagon roof. I managed to get out vanilla with chocolate chips in a cup and asked my dad if he wanted it. Knowing he preferred chocolate I was willing to change it but he told me to eat it.

I than focused on the street and became semi lucid.There was a string attached to me so I jumped out and let it pull me to the end of it. When I reached it the end was attached to a lady's back.She was tall, tan and average, with black wavy hair in a pony tail. She was wearing a short salmon colored spring dress.

I followed her till she met with a group of guy friends near a skate park. A random person tried jumping to touch me again but I made them leave. I than went another way and saw a D.C. who called me over. He showed me through a narrow place and told me to pay attention to what I was about to see.I made a joke when he said that though and his response was "are you really saying that to me?Ha". I said yes than asked him about Eye. He said Eye couldn't appear now though.
Afterwards we ended up in place where people were in a line. I didn't know what to make of it other than that the people's personalitys were made apparent through their actions.I left the place and ended up in a mall next, where a guy asked if I knew how to make allesana. I said yes, than he asked if I could join their group since they needed a good cook.

The dream than shifted and I was in a nursing facility for old rich people. Still semi lucid it felt like they were dreamers too.I floated through the place looking at a dining room filled with home made sweets prepared by the old woman getting ready for a party. The cookies than reminded me of a cookie I use to eat a long time ago that taste like gingerbread cookie. I had forgotten about its existence. I than flew away and went through the wall. I ended up warping above some gold/pearl stairs though.I continued looking around but I forget what happened next.


I just remembered the name of the cookie!I feel like buying them now...>.< They're called windmill cookies.

Morning of October 17, 2017. Tuesday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and our family as we appear now are living in the Cubitis house. There is a gentle rain. I am aware that our oldest son will be returning from his job (same job as in real life despite the erroneous 1978 setting of Florida rather than here in Australia). I contemplate if one of us should go and get him so that he will not get wet walking back in the rain. Zsuzsanna says that she will when the time comes.

I am in the living room with Zsuzsanna. I look out the windows into the Cubitis backyard (it seems to be late morning but still raining) and notice a row of tall purple larkspurs that are close to the windows, under the awnings, and parallel to the entire east side of the house. They are not yet in full bloom. I think about asking Zsuzsanna when she planted them (perhaps very early on the previous morning), as I do not recall when she could have done this, which puzzles me slightly as I consider how wonderfully industrious and sedulous she is.

In an area near the center of the large backyard are a few weeds where there is otherwise mostly short grass, but I also see about three or four potato plants in a couple random spots. It is raining, so I will pull out the weeds later. There is a vivid sense of love and peace.

Zsuzsanna tells me that our oldest son will probably be off work about an hour early, as people do not usually shop there when it is raining. (This turned out to be prescient curiously enough, and it has not happened in this way before. I fail to see why people would stay home from shopping just because it is raining, but I guess I forgot that some people are “depressed” by rainy weather, whereas I am not.)

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I have been a devoted dream journalist all my life (and I even married my literal dream girl) and yet have never held any interest or belief in “interpretation”, mainly because my dreams, other than literally prescient threads, naturally decode themselves prior to fully waking, revealing their origins and manner of synthesis, but also because my dreams have held the same basic components and patterns, especially variations of waking symbolism and the same RAS triggers (such as emergent alertness to real environmental noise) since early childhood.

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Look closely at the threads that are accurate and those that have no basis for accuracy.

My personified subconscious (dream self) is aware that I am happily married to Zsuzsanna, yet we are living in a house in America (Florida), where Zsuzsanna (and our children) have never been and I have not been since 1978 when I was only seventeen. (Zsuzsanna and our children have always lived in Australia.) This is not even the house in Wisconsin I was living in years before Zsuzsanna and I first began writing to each other.

My dream self is aware that it is raining in real life at our present location (and in fact, this dream began within seconds of falling asleep again) and (again, as in the above paragraph) I am in a different house in my dream, also aware that it is raining, yet without the awareness of where I am in time and space (and how interesting is that?).

I am aware that our oldest son has a job and even the exact location of where he works, and yet again, there is no conflict between the impossible contrast of living in Cubitis (an isolated rural area through which only a small highway intersected) and in an urban area in a different country. (My dream self usually does not find the implication of either bilocation or mixed-up composites, which are very common in my dreams, as unusual in any way.)

I am aware that there are weeds in our backyard in real life (it has been raining continuously for a few days), yet (again) this is rendered into the backyard of an incorrect setting.

Despite the otherwise fictional nature of this scenario, there are a few real-life factors, and even a typical thread of prescience (which I have always experienced on a day-to-day basis, yet do not always go into detail about as my entries are often already very long).

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D1 - Rehearsing for a music performance, I am not really looking forward to it. Then I decide I could be a star performer and start getting really into it, I want a costume like everyone else. I get someone in to film and advertise my work Oo. Strange grey hats like a bishop with a white lightning strike mark down middle, worn so I can't see.

D2 - Escaping from a castle. I am the king and have an escape route, off a small island (very) surrounded by dark waters. I have to dig a lot to find it and imagine in my minds eye all the soldiers with their long spears and grey green armour, at the castle gates. Eventually I wiggle into an escape passage and shoot down a tunnel to safety. I spend a lot of time hoping some of my men will follow without giving the game away where I am.

2017, 10-16

Game of Dreams – Faceoff at the Inn

I am riding on a donkey with other people. There are two wagons in our group. Not far up ahead I see an inn. The man in charge, Yarin, says we can afford hot meal and they also have a bath house, so if any of us would like to bathe we can do that, too. The horses and donkeys are taken away to be given food and water, and most everyone else heads into the Inn. A cloaked man stays outside in one of the wagons, and the three chained man stay in the other. The food is quite good. It looks like some kind of pot pie. They’re also baked apples. The ale is pretty good, though it’s not my favorite. I eat while everyone around me is talking and telling stories. One person has a story of a giant wolf that came into a town and stole a baby from its mother‘s arms to eat it. Wolves don’t eat babies! I tell them that. One of them asked me what I know about wolves. I say I know as much as anyone around here. At this point Yarin for some reason grabs my arm. He tells everyone there not to pay any attention to me, I’m just a stupid boy. Yarin takes me out in front of the inn, and he tells me to go make sure that the animals are being cared for. I tell him I’ve had enough of that crowd anyhow.

I am walking past the wagons when one of the chained men tries to get my attention. He talks about himself in the third person, referring to himself as a man. He displays that his tankard is empty and says he still thirsty. He wants me to go get him some more ale. The other two with him are rude. One is fat and bald. He doesn’t talk. He does hiss. He has really sharp teeth. The other guy there has no nose. I immediately start thinking of him as Voldemort from Harry Potter. He is yelling at me, he throws his empty tankard at me, but I dodge it. The decent one of them tells me his name is Jaqen H'ghar. He apologizes for the others, “A man does not choose his companions in the dungeons. So a man must apologize for his companions.“ Voldemort tells me to come closer. I have no desire to get any closer to his ugly face. I focus my response on the nice one. I tell Jaqen H'ghar that I will talk to someone about getting him more ale. He responds with, “A man would be grateful.“ I am about to keep going when I see another of our group out there. It is a boy who everyone calls The Bull. He asks what I’m doing? I’m about to answer when I see The Bull staring behind me.

When I look behind me, I see that there are gold cloaks coming. Those are the queen’s guards. They must be after Arya. I pull The Bull behind a hedge where we won’t be seen. He seems confused by this. We watch as the leader of the gold cloaks comes up and confronts Yarin. He says they are there to collect one boy. He says they have a warrant issued by the queen. Yarin is not quick to cooperate. He says all of the boys with him are now in the Knight’s Watch. He says whatever we’ve all done in our past is now irrelevant. Yarin says that there are laws about such things. The gold cloak pulls out a sword and declares that it is his law. Yarin says that’s no law, that’s a sword. He’s got one too. He draws his sword. The gold cloak says he has five soldiers with him. Yarin reports that he’s got 30. So the two of them are facing off against each other like a couple of dogs fighting for dominance. It wouldn’t have surprised me to hear them start growling at each other. The gold cloak says that the people Yarin has with him are green boys, not worthy to fight. He says if they’re going to fight, who is first?

The goal cloak no doubt expected to be answered with silence, but he gets immediate responses. A couple men sitting outside the inn stand up and announce they will fight. They all have weapons. One guy was just coming out of the bathhouse with his clothes in a bundle in his arms. He drops everything except for his dagger, and announces he will fight. Apparently he intends to fight naked. Even one jerk, we’ve been calling Hot Pie, picks up a large rock and looks like he’s ready to brain someone with it. The strange cloaked figure in the back of the wagon gets out and just stand there and watches. Jaqen H'ghar says, “A man would fight if he was free and had a weapon.” I decide not to hide while everyone else is preparing to fight. So I come out in the open, and I draw my sword which is called Needle. The gold cloak calls all of us little girls, and tells us to put the weapons down. While he’s looking at me, he has given Yarin the perfect opening. The next thing I know he’s got his sword at the gold cloak’s throat. He makes a few threats, makes the guy drop his sword, and then swatted horse on the behind making him run away. The other gold cloaks follow.

With the threat passed I look over and see the strange cloaked guy get back in the wagon. Apparently he was only going to act if it was absolutely necessary. Or maybe he’s a chicken wuss. I don’t really know. Yarin is quite annoyed at us all. He says that if we think will make it to the wall without more trouble then we must be idiots. He says he will tell us all this right now. If they come back, and there is fighting, we need to hightail it for the wall and not look back. He is talking mainly to both me and The Bull. I’m wondering why they want to capture The Bull. I ask him what his name is, and he says it’s Gendry. I don’t know why the queen would want him, he’s just a bastard. A blacksmiths bastard. We get ready to move out that same night, we want to put some distance between us and the gold cloaks in case they come back. It is here that I wake up.

I dreamt I was going through a city, floating on top of some kind of ball (like one of those large balls you use for working out. I just lay on top of the ball, which hovered despite being filled with air. I even thought it would work better if it was helium. Anyway... I practiced maneuvering and turning, and thought it was good practice for my flying dreams, where I often have trouble turning... Ironic! After a while I arrived at my destination (a train station?). I got off the ball, and noticed the "event" was just starting. There was a countdown which ended just as a walked in, and I thought to myself "right on time".

I was awake, but decided to close my eyes a bit more as I was still really tired. In the darkness behind my eyelids, I saw a line. I focused on it, and more lines appeared, and formed a shape. It looked like a watch, or no - a compass. Four lines, arrows - one in every direction. Detail increased, and now I saw it was beautifully adorned with all manner of embellishments. Then I saw what looked like text... but it was outside of the compass. I now saw the compass was a drawing written on the right page of an old book. I could read the text - it was in Dutch, but I can't remember what it said. I was distracted by something in real life, and briefly opened my eyes. I lost the vision right there and then, and was unable to continue when I closed my eyes again.

Morning: (somewhere along 5am-7am)

I was staying in a mansion of sorts. Reminds me somehow of Victorias. There was very white pug that wants to be scratched on the belly. I was waiting for someone or some people. There were cars. The place feels familiar from another dream.

Afternoon-Evenng: (around 5pm-7pm)

I was looking for something. I ended up near or on the old place I was renting (doesn't look like it IRL). Some people are renting the place. I needed to get something there or do something. A massage? I went in. Lico was there? It wasn't him at first. There are two other rooms. One room was for business. I asked for the price. I got an answer but forgot it immediately. It was a decent, big office but mostly empty. I thought it'd be great to have the center there. It's in Mandaluyong.

I went in. It was dark but not blinding dark. Just no light but I can see a bit. The landlady(?) handed me the papers but gave it to Lico first for checking. I asked again about the rent. I think I mentioned 18k, but I think she scoffed. I told Lico I'll just ask her when she's not busy since she seems to be going about. I left along with the others. I thought about how nice would be to stay in that place. Then I realized everybody left, and the place would be empty. I wondered if it's for rent now, and if I can get a discount. That would be nice: a place all for me.

We walked down the stairs and along the street. It was evening, and it felt more like a medieval evening with its cobblestone sidewalk, not the light-filled evening of Metro Manila. It's reminiscent of a 3 a.m. Manila. Mostly quiet, few people about. A hint of danger.

We kind of got separated, some of us walking with others. I was kind of in the middle. In the back, I saw two of ours (a male and a female) approach another (a couple of males). The approached male reminds me of a BL actor. They were all wearing black suit/pants/dress. We continued walking.

We somehow ended up near the shore. And then I noticed that some of our group that went ahead are walking and almost drowning in the water. They just kept walking. Some of us realized and helped them. However, an old man and an old woman are already dead, and somehow both naked.

Somehow it seems that some of us were possessed or pretended to be possessed and killed them. One guy in particular was walking and I felt like kicking him in the face. Not sure if he was lying. It was daytime then.