non-lucid

I had another dream in which I was meeting Amy Lee. xD I don't even know what my brain has been up to these days.

And I had a nightmare last night, but I can't remember about what.

I need to be more consistent with my sleep patterns if I'm going to start LDing again. REM rebound only does so much before you become too chronically exhausted to take advantage of it.

Morning of October 7, 2017. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,555-02. Reading time: 2 min 20 sec.



Before my dream, in waking life, I repeated an affirmation, “I invite the infinite healing power of Universal Mind into all areas of our bodies” (alternating with “my body”). Consider how a car is an extension of the imaginary physicality of the dream state and how “power” becomes “powder” (which has occurred with previous dreams). Another alteration is how my dreaming experience transformed my headphones (used for affirmations) into an intoxicating clamshell.

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After entering the dream state, I allow my conscious awareness to fade for the affirmation to predominate. The affirmation seems to become a string attached to the front bumper of a Matchbox car. (I sometimes use an imaginary rope to pull myself into or out of the dream state.) The Matchbox car is a 1930s convertible. At times, I mentally cause it to become a full-sized automobile. I rapidly drive in an unknown big city while there is a focus on possibly being stopped for speeding. However, the police are always going in the opposite direction. Later, I shrink the car to its Matchbox size and carry it to a wharf.

The wharf is at the side of a road where a ladder leads down to a small platform adjacent to a commercial building. An unknown black man is here as well as Zsuzsanna. An unfamiliar woman asks if she can borrow my Matchbox car to sail across the ocean. I cause it to become large enough for her to fit in it, but I place it on a raft. I realize it may not be stable enough, so I tell her I do not think it is a reliable way to travel. Curiously, my hand seems to be as big as the raft as I test its buoyancy and how much weight it can hold.

I stand on the side of the road, and the man wants to borrow my car. I whistle for it, and it arrives as a Matchbox car from the other side of town but grows to full size. He gives me a roll of one-dollar notes. When he returns, I feel I should give him something. I hand him the handwritten affirmation (without realizing what it is) that had been in my wallet. I give him some other documents that feature unusual writing and symbols.

I enter a cave with the essence of a room in a house. A tunnel, like a long hallway, leads to its entrance. I whistle for my Matchbox car and notice the end of the string near the mouth of my cave. I pull my Matchbox car into the cave using the string. I see an opening in the cave wall to the left of the entrance.

I find several ancient artifacts and fossils. One is a ritual clamshell that generates an intoxicating “healing powder” that cavemen used. I slap the clamshell against my ears to become intoxicated, feeling bliss, and comfort.

As I am sitting on the cave’s floor, a shadowy caveman figure approaches, though he is more like an ancient ape with a manlike essence. He briefly touches me on the shoulder and knee and has a positive presence. He is like a benevolent spirit or an ancient ghost who goes to another part of the cave.

Steve Johnson (a classmate from years ago), and at least three other people, walk through the hallway into my cave. I tell them about the artifacts and “healing powder” and ask if they would like to improve their minds and bodies with it.

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Dreams from October five to shix, 2017

I had one lucid dream on this night. I would title the night of dreams as a whole, "escaping with phone, back row anemia, giraffe pillow."

Firehouse

I was pulling out of the local fire house. I had no seat belt. I had a white pillow over my chest. In my convertible. The driver side door was open. A police officer came up. "Why no seatbelt? Because it is too high?" I felt fear I would get a ticket. Having been parked facing out also may have been trouble there as they have a rule there, "head in parking only."

Mix of Fragments

I lost a lot of these details due to needing to pee. So I will just write them in one heading instead of as multiple dreams, even if they were.

Box of comic books. Kids getting off a school bus.

There was something with a Pokemon who required 2 "light energy" to do an ability called "Pick Up".

Guy telling me to say his name when he wasn't there. Walking by a patch of grass.

Older woman walking with a cat?

Woods?

I was blending bananas and walnuts together in a food processor. The grey knob turned the food processor to a higher setting. They looked yummy. But I did not have time to eat them. My sister was in it. Something about 1:30 P M, watching a clock, no food on the boat...

Rich D R F type guy (owner of restaurant I worked at). Going on a boat. Making all these lions and tigers fight but they faked it? One lion put his fang on another lions head but he didn't clamp down. I remember the fang.

Text from Justin or Allen?

Some vague website.

Help from people in food program?

I was driving somewhere and had a sense of needing some "me time" (i. e. using my voice memo method to think out loud) but I felt I couldn't get away long enough to get some time to myself. I was driving down B Avenue from L V.

Something about an alarm clock cutting my sleep short, but for no reason. I was like, "Huh? Since when do I use alarm clox?"

Round 3 of dreams

It was 1:30 P M and was now 8:30 A M in the dream. I was going to a 9 A M class. I overheard C M and Jesse talking about big book. First I passed by, then stopped and said, yeah, I heard that, too. I questioned if I should interject that into their conversation, But decided, that yes, I should. J was my sponsor. (I also wrote fuzzy wuzzy was a bear in my dream journal, was that from a dream, or just a note to self?)

I needed my giraffe pillow. I got it and then went hyperspeed up stairs.

There was this slanted funny side walk kind of warped. I was driving down it trying to park. I was looking for the ramp to drive down. It was slanted diagonally but hard to put into words. So I was confused about how to drive down it.

A red truck was parked horizontal in a few spaces. Or a mini van. There didn't seem to be any room for my car. I felt it symbolized something in my waking life where there was no room for me in a group I was trying to attend.

Round 4 of Dreams.

Blue Tray of Gasoline. It didn't smell bad. It was in my room and bathroom. Like a yellow oil.

Program speaker. M was the host and spoke a little after the speaker about honesty or being sick. People on gameboys and anemic looking people were in the back row. They had freckles and were kind of blood shot. Pale skinned. I don't know if that is the correct usage of anemic but thats the word that came to mind when I saw

In another part I was running from someone who was considered to be the head mistress. I tried to teleport away with my phone as the teleportation device. Instead of teleporting us, it made is invisible. My friend and I. I felt a lot of fear, and didn't want to get caught. So it was kind of a panicking moment. My friend had a phone out and I thought, "That's a special kind of phone! We can use it to escape!" Then we used it to escape. Then I saw a hologram of 2 girls walking. I felt more lucid then. I was trying to stabilize the dream. Then I was up again, and laying there. Then I saw a smiley face. Then I woke up. I set an intention to have an L D in round 3 of dreams but had it this time. Still, very cool. One of my early ones.

Morning of October 6, 2017. Friday.



Something has happened to my physical form, but possibly only as I am “sleeping”.

I think of myself as a paragraph of writing, in the form of a hazy cloud of about four feet long, hovering a few inches above our bed. Being a paragraph incarnate makes me feel somewhat vulnerable. I am aware of Zsuzsanna sleeping om my left, but my viewpoint is curiously from somewhere in the center of our bed at times.

Other than being only a hazy cluster of “words” hovering a short distance above our bed, there is a perception of having an additional “shell” at times, or some sort of armor, but which comes and goes. There is no viable perception of having a physical body. I vaguely remember an affirmation (“I am of the healing powers of Universal Mind”) but I do not fully grasp or sustain it.

I turn in my “sleep”. It is like a twisting that “rolls” from “head” to “foot” when I do. It occurs about four times. I am aware that having transformed into the form of a paragraph relates to my illness (food poisoning). I only feel slightly ill in the dream state.

Before I am fully awake, I start to realize aspects of this abstract dream’s source. It is quite old and it has been years since this memory was more present. Years ago, in an animated version (shown on television a few times) of “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court”, there was a scene where a boy informed the main character that he was a page. The Connecticut Yankee responded by saying something like “A page? You’re no more than a paragraph.” Additionally, having the “armor” around my cloudy form relates to the (King Arthur) knight association with the story. The perceived “suit of armor” is obviously a biological symbol of wishing to be protected from the norovirus. The rest, including “being a paragraph”, is incidental to this association with the Mark Twain story, which I had not thought about for a long time.

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Since early childhood, my non-lucid dreams, other than prescient or precognitive threads, have often resolved themselves in meaning in a form of light hypnopompic thinking (as well as reveal source patterns that created my dream in the first place), which is often carried directly into conscious afterthought (although this process is occasionally “replaced” by a false awakening where I am writing down my dream or talking about it with someone else). In a way, this has always been like having two dreams in succession, the original dream (often surreal or at least unusual and illogical) and the decoding of its meaning while waking or in a different (much lighter) level of unconsciousness. (It was not until I was about seventeen years old that I started to come to terms with the fact that most people were apparently not like this.)

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In my dream, I was watching an imitation marching band at school. A FULL ASSEMBLY WAS HELD IN THE WEIGHT ROOM FOR THESE SCUMBAGS. Eventually, they weren't even pretending to be in a marching band. They were just doing backflips and cartwheels off of the walls. It then cut to another part where someone installed a guitar hero song into one of the halls at school. It was poorly designed, and only had green. By that, I mean that all the notes were green and there were like 12 notes. All of the tails on the notes stuck up like spikes and I remember it was really hard to play. It then cut back to when we were leaving the assembly. Me, someone else, and V were in this blue room with a ramp that goes up to a higher level in the middle. I said something, and then the other person threatened to punch me. I then looked at V, who did something bad in the dream, and said to myself "if he does that to me, he's out of my house"

Hey dream journal, old friend.

I was in my old neighborhood, walking up to my old house. I had left some of my clothes and things there and asked the male owner if he would let me in. He agreed. I went to my room and there was so much stuff left behind, I didn't know how I would get to it all. But then I noticed beneath me was the wife of the new house owner, and she was dead and curled up in some floorboards. She had killed their daughter. Then, the scene changed. She was alive, but deeply regretting her life. We(this is when I sort of "became" her) were on a tall tower in the heart of the city of Mke. We were trying to run up to the top to jump off, tears streaming down our face. That's when T showed up. I don't remember if she said anything, but she disappeared and that's when I closed my eyes, still sobbing, and begged her to come back, "please, please, T, I need you."

I'm wondering if dreaming of leaving things at my old house has something to do with missing my past and the neighborhood I grew up in. Like, a part of me still lives there. As for the rest of the dream, I have no idea.

Fell asleep at: 11:30 PM

Woke up at: 7:00 AM


Perceived dream time: A few minutes/A night

Dream:[/U]

I'm in my bedroom with about 3-4 other people at night. They're all huddled up against the window, talking frantically amongst themselves about an alligator in the backyard.

I look out the window to find a slightly cartoonish looking alligator just...sitting there. It does not move one bit. To the left I spot a huge freaking Alligator Snapping Turtle. It is jagged and monstrous in appearance, and towers over the alligator in terms of pure height. To IT'S left I find a large Northern Spotted Owl with scarlet red eyes.

Turns out these guys exist! Now I am never going outside ever again.

Immediately I hide under the covers of my own bed, hoping that by morning all three monsters would disappear at the turn of the morning. I hopped into my bed, closed my eyes for 3 seconds, and the morning came faster than the Roadrunner. The dream ended shortly after.


NOTES

1. This was the first dream I had that incorporated a "Time Skip" to some extent.

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2017, 10-05

The Dark Tower – Hold On to Me, Odetta

I am on a beach and it is near dark. I look around to see where I might be and I see that I am not alone here. I see three people not far away. Two men and a woman in a wheelchair. I wouldn’t have had to look to notice the woman, however, she is screaming expletives at the top of her lungs and laughing in a wild cackle. I recognize the two men when I get a little closer, it’s Roland and Eddy from the Dark Tower series. Both of them look exhausted. There is a black woman in the wheelchair, so that must be Odetta Holmes / Detta Walker… and I can immediately tell which one is in control right now. Not the lady, but the bitch. As I walk closer Roland spots me first, then Eddy, but I am quite a bit closer before Detta notices me. When she sees me she goes silent for a brief moment, then loudly announces that Roland and Eddy won’t have to suck each other’s little white candles anymore, now there’s a honky bitch here to do that for them… of course unless they prefer each other… She says she’s sure I’ll spread my legs for them!

I ignore Detta completely as she continues ranting and raving, cackling at her own bad jokes. I have a mission here, and I go over towards Eddy. I’ve forgotten that this Eddy has never met me before, so to him I’m a stranger. Roland introduces us. I tell Roland and Eddy that I have a technique that will help them deal with Detta more easily. Upon hearing her name Detta falls silent and then starts telling us not to be talking about her, so now the honky bitch wants in on the fun? I still ignore her and move a bit farther away. I tell Eddy that I know he’s already in love with Odetta Holmes, and that will help a lot. I tell him I don’t have a lot of time here, but if he will let me sort of merge with him I can show him how he can reliably cause Detta Walker to back off and Odetta Holmes to come forward at any time he needs to. He seems hesitant, so I say it works the same as when Roland was in his head. He seems hesitant still, he asks if Odetta will really come back… I say she will. He finally agrees.

I wonder how I’m going to manage this fusion with Eddy, but it works easily. I become transparent and just step into him. As one, we walk over to Detta. She’s acting scared, telling us to keep our honky hoodoo away from her. I have a song to use, My Last Breath by Evanescence, so I ignore Detta’s ranting and use it through Eddy. “Hold on to me, love. You know I can't stay long. All I wanted to say was, I love you and I'm not afraid.” Detta says she doesn’t want to be serenaded by no honky mofo bitch! I continue. “Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your heart? Holding my last breath, safe inside myself, are all my thoughts of you. Sweet rapture of light, it ends here tonight. Amidst the winter, a world of precious things.” Detta tries again to interrupt, she says she broke the blue for-special plate and it’s gone forever. I ignore that. “Look for me in the white forest, hiding in a hollow tree (come find me).” Detta says she’s going to hunt us down and we’d better stay in that tree or else… she trails off and rubs her head, her eyes are watering or she’s crying. “I know you hear me, I can see it in your tears. Closing your eyes to disappear, you pray your dreams won’t leave you here. But now you wake and know the truth, I’m still here…”

By this point I can see Odetta coming out, it’s time for Detta to go to sleep until at a later time she can be reintegrated with Odetta and the woman can be whole at last. “Say goodnight, don't be afraid. Only together we can face the night. (Say goodnight) Holding my last breath, (Don't be afraid) safe inside myself. (Calling you, calling you) Are all my thoughts of you. Sweet rapture of light, it ends here tonight.” As I / Eddy finish the last notes of the song I see that Detta / Odetta is looking confused, like she’s not sure how she even came to be here. Detta Walker has gone to sleep, Odetta Holmes has taken control. I tell Eddy that he only needs to use the song again if Detta comes back. It won’t do any harm to Detta, for she is merely another aspect of Odetta and the two must eventually become one if this woman is to survive and be healthy. Just remember the song and Detta Walker will not be able to cause any more trouble. Before I can figure out how to separate from Eddy I wake up.

2017, 10-05

Mystery Raiders

I am on a beach, though I’m not sure where I am. I walk along the beach for a short distance, but I don’t get a chance to think much about the situation before I hear gunshots not far away. The sounds are coming from the opposite direction from where I was heading, so I turn around and hurry in the opposite direction. The beach is mostly straight so soon I see some people up ahead on the beach. There is more gunfire, I see some people that seem to be attacking, a single man is taking cover behind some rocks and picking attackers off one by one, and there appears to be a body on the ground not far away from the man, also behind the large rock. There also seems to be a door standing there on the beach all by itself, a door that couldn’t possibly lead anywhere but I’m sure it does. The door is standing open, but all I can see through it is darkness. I go up in the hills off to my right to keep from being seen as I get closer to see what is going on. When I get up on a hill overlooking the fight below. I can now more clearly assess the situation.

The man who has been shooting is MoSh. He is using a pair of ancient looking guns that make a sound that could be heard from miles away every time one fires. The dead man is Roland from the Dark Tower books… but he’s not dead, I can see he is breathing though he doesn’t look too good. He looks sick, maybe on the brink of death. The people… if they are people… attacking them are the strangest thing going on here. They are completely concealed within cloaks and look like overgrown Jawas from Star Wars movies. Also, they have what look like guns, but the guns make no sound when they fire. I can only tell one has fired when a chunk of the rock MoSh is taking cover behind explodes. Each shot MoSh makes takes out one of the strange attackers, but there seem to be so many of them. Each of the enemies also turns to a black dust when the body hits the ground, conveniently leaving nothing by which to discern what they are. Then I see more of them coming out the strange door. MoSh sees that, too, and is almost close enough to reach out and close the door... but not quite. He would be exposed for too long.

Ok, so a distraction is in order. I move a bit farther away from the door and come down in a place that would make the attackers turn away from the door and MoSh. They don't seem to notice me at first. I call out to them, "Hey! Are all of you so craven that you can't even show your faces? Or are you so ugly that you're really doing us a favor by hiding?" That gets their attention. They turn towards me and aim their weapons at me. MoSh calls out that I don't want to get shot, do I? I call back that this is a dream, I'm not worried about getting shot. I form my left arm into an Alex Mercer shield as I see an enemy make a movement to fire. I hear no sound until I hear the sound of an impact on my shield that has a surprising amount of force behind it. And after the physical impact there is a wave of dark energy that flows over me... these guys play dirty! I stabilize the dark energy as I wonder exactly what these enemies are... dark energy wielding Jawas on steroids? I see MoSh is taking advantage of the distraction to reach the door and close it... but it won't close! I add a telekinetic push to the door to help MoSh out, but it still won't move. Shit... Roland probably opened the door, so he probably has to close it... I distract the enemies with a couple bolts of lightning through Metallica's Battery while MoSh gets back to cover and then I quickly join him.

More enemies are coming out the door to take the place of the ones I hit with lightning, MoSh plugs two of them before they even set foot on the beach. They fall on top of each other and then turn to dust. MoSh says the door wouldn't budge. I say Roland probably opened it, he probably has to close it. MoSh says good luck with that... can I heal him? He motions to Roland's motionless body. I go over to Roland and look at him. The heat of a fever is coming off of him in waves. I reach for his right arm and I see that his right hand, while whole, is badly swollen and an angry red color. I take hold of the hand and focus healing energy through Roland. MoSh says I'd better hurry, he's almost out of ammo. Roland seems to wake up from a fever dream and he reaches for his guns, which are missing. He then seems to recognize me. He looks over at MoSh and says he'd half thought seeing MoSh had been a dream. I tell Roland he has to close the door since he opened it. Roland says the door was a trap, a fake. I say yes, but he still has to close it. He struggles to his feet and then drops immediately as he is being shot at.

I tell Roland MoSh and I will cover him as he closes the door. This time when Roland moves from behind the rock towards the door I call more lightning and MoSh quickly shoots several more enemies. Roland closes the door, preventing more enemies from coming. MoSh and I make quick work of the few enemies remaining. The door closes with a resounding crash, and I barely have time to see it is emblazoned with the word "VOID" before it falls to the beach looking like just a large piece of driftwood. Roland asks if MoSh or I know who those strange things were. Humans don't turn to dust upon death... I tell him someone is setting traps around, but I don't know who or why yet. MoSh looks like he is about to say something but instead he disappears. I tell Roland to only open doors saying, "The Prisoner," "The Lady of Shadows," or "The Pusher." I know those to be real. Before he can say anything in reply I wake up.

Dreams from October forph to fif, 2017

I only remembered a small fragment the first time I woke up.

Buying Water

This was one of those longer dreams with more of a story. So my memory of it started with me spilling these chocolate circles at the intersection of first avenue and my old block. A guy in the truck headed for the main road, L Avenue, was about to smoke a cigarette. He yelled out the window, "You dropped your candy!" in the dream, I don't remember tasting them.

I walked further down near Gus'. I had my phone and was trying to make a voice memo. I didn't have a headset so I was going to hold it up with my hand.

I went into this bar or shop thinking I was going to get Reeses Cups. I was thinking of what my friend Kim had said about G M O that day. I was thinking, "what am I doing, buying all this candy?" and "Now I am addicted". Even a dollar 75 felt like a lot of money to me in the dream.

There were two guys I ran into after being in the neighbors back yard. There was a lot of drilling there. I started to yell at them, then crawled under their fence. I actually had a conversation with the neighbor about how I had a 3 day weekend. And he had 3 days straight of work at the deli this weekend.

I was telling the two guys, while we stood on the corner of the side walk, that I have been caffeine free for 3 and a half years. They were impressed. I heard something that made me want a water instead of some other beverage I was going for. I think I was about to have a beverage with caffeine, like a soda, but having the chance to tell them about my caffeine abstinence helped a lot. I was trying to think of how I quit caffeine and stayed off it.

I went into the bar or shop place and my friend W N was there. Dream W N scolded me about my "belligerent behavior another night" but I had no idea what he was talking about. He was standing with two people.

I walked away to find the fridges to buy a water from. There were some fridges with all different beverages. I was going to have my water rung up at the bar.

2 young blonde girls, a young boy and their Dad approached me.

As I walked back to ring up my drink, the line was so long. I tried to go behind the bar but remembered, "Wait, you don't work here!"

There were Pokemon shirts all around. Some online link to "transcribe"? A green version of J T was scolding me on Face Book.

There was something about "You could write the name Robot [in script] on the sidewalk". Girls touching me.

E R's Facebook

I wanted to look up a past G F's facebook. I was wondering how I would make it work though? With no job and no money.


Beast Peace

I was seeing a beast wars guy. His animal form was a bird. He was switching between bird mode and bot mode. I was tired when I got up to journal these.

Soccer Ball

My friend P C had a deflated soccer ball. I was upset with him about something. What was it? Like, keep your damn ball! I was around fences at the O B soccer field.

Bank

I felt like I was escaping the bank. It was where the bank is in my town, but like a Bank of America. I remember the color red. Outside the bank was a big box of chocolate entenmanns kind of stuff.

Parking Car

L from my first job out of college was there. Kid in grocery store. I left the red Subaru overnight somewhere. I was afraid it would have been towed but he L was like, "No, it should be fine." I remember a funny diagonal kind of parking spot. We were near the milk in the food store.

Painty Pants Panic

I was going up the stairs of an auditorium. When I got up to the top, I went over a rail and into the hallway. Somewhere along the way I got white paint on my clothes. I went into the bathroom and saw this. I hoped I could wash it off with water. I felt panic! Like, "Oh, no, my new jeans!" So the dream assumed that I had bought new jeans.

Tomato Party

I was walking around the corner of first ave and seventeenth, and from this one house on the corner I kept hearing "Tomato Party". I wanted to know more about the "Tomato party" even though I wasn't interesting in attending. L O L, Tomato party.

Inside the house, there was a guy who looked like the guy who lost his teeth in Hangover 2. His face was all cut up and he was singing, "I'm fine" while belting out chords on a guitar. It looked like he had that halloween wounding stuff on his face, like when they have those fake bloody gashes for halloween make up. Within the dream I sensed the juxtaposition of the song lyrics about being "fine" and the person's costume of woundedness. It seemed intentional.

There was a big grey storage bin and a back pack. There were 5 pairs of shoes. There were some 3 inch notebooks and black composition books. I looked into the box and maybe cracked one open, but didn't read them in any detail. I felt time pressure because I was at a stranger's house, somewhat uninvited. And they were getting all ready to go to this gig or "tomato party" thing. One guy there was like Jesse from full house. They were suspicious that I was stealing from them.

Then I was sitting in this red recliner chair playing a video game. Luigi grew and exploded. There were one ups after beating the boss. I realized I hadn't asked permission to play their game. I was going to apologize to them and acknowledge that I hadn't asked permission yet, but decided not to.

Notes

I am glad I wrote these dreams down. I certainly wouldn't think of them off the top of my head, but reading them 5 months later, I remember them well.

I had a dream where I was playing a dream themed horror game. A creature of some kind asked me to get something that was already in the room he was in, and I said "what if I just get it now?" I got it, and then I died and was sent to a fail screen where I could select from a database of dreams from the dreamviews forum. The only difference was that they were all made into 3d games. In the first one, I was playing as a DC on a bike trip with the actual person. Something happened and I decided to split off. I also remember scrolling through the database of dreams a bit. Apparently, the dream I played was from 2012.


Someone seriously needs to make this a thing.

Dreams from October 3 to 4, 2017

I think I had some previous dream journal entry dates off by a day or two. As of today I am more sure they are accurate.

Guitar Advice

I was at my college fraternity house. A guy asked me for advice. He was trying to learn a difficult song. Instead of inner critic advice, I was going to try to give Loving Parent advice. Meaning more nurturing than critical. I was going to mention a men's coach experience with T L. There didn't wind up being any follow up on that, though.
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There was something about Audacity's "tempo" only going to 60 or 75. And another program having a wider range of tempo selections. At a certain Kilobytes per second. I commented in my D J entry that the numbers werent realistic ranges.

On the way to give advice I got side tracked with taking a bath. I had no where to put my retainer.

Blenders

I kept spilling my spinach shake and decided to stop using the blenders.

Kitchen

My Dad was taking the air conditioners out. In the kitchen there was a cabinet of seasonings. But not quite enough room for them all. There were liquor bottles with price tags. Mom wanted them, but to ignore the price tags.

Class

I was in a school and/or class room. A girl (M R?) said something about hard work. Something about making a copy.

Searching near Tree

I was searching around for a bag of hearbs near the base of a tree. I found a ziploc bag with a black sock. It has a little grass in it, but no herbs.

Do you want to talk to me or what?!

My friend S S seemed like he wanted to talk to me. He said something about a 3:30 A M call. He was wearing a light grey shirt.
I followed him all the way up to his train, but couldn't keep up. I wondered why he wouldn't let me keep pace. I caught up with him at his train. I asked him, "Wait, do you wanna talk?" It turned out he didn't.

Evening at College

My friend C V had a back pack on. Going home? It was the first couple weeks of a college semeter. Him going home so soon to see his family made me think of family values. He actually wanted to be with his family, where as I didn't even want to go home for holidays. I guess I felt some grief about this.

Another guy was packing his stuff up to go home, too. He had on some interesting kind of costume.

There was a party at my college fraternity but no one was in either of the main party rooms. I was looking for a girl I was trying to hang out with.




[b]Tipping too much[/b[

I was sitting at a table with Y J and two others. Y J put down 10 dollars. I put down 10. Someone else put 5. I regretted putting too much. There were more dreams in this sleep cycle but I lagged in getting to the dream journal, so I probably forgot them. At the time, I wasn't able to think about my dreams upon awakening. It only worked if I got up to write.

Notes

This night I only got up once to dream journal, slept again, and then it was 6:20 A M. That means I slept through the night more than usual. That tends to be weird since usually I dream a lot and am aware of a lot of them. I felt dream deprived and it made me take a look at some of my habits I had had lately.

Morning of October 4, 2017. Wednesday.



A task is given to me but the backstory is unclear. I find myself with two cans of paint and I believe I am supposed to paint two chests of drawers, one bigger than the other. I am painting (or apparently had been painting) in a sloppy way. There is a large uneven horizontal streak of orange paint at the bottom of the front with the drawers apparently being a bluish color. I notice that I had accidentally combined the two colors (dark orange and a darker yellow) into the container and I try to think of a way to separate the colors (which of course is not logical). However, I end up stirring the colors together even more, and as I do this, several other colors are seen in the mix. It then seems to be more of a dark blue and green color (which is illogical, as orange and yellow certainly do not produce any shade of blue or green). I think that maybe I will just use the one color, though the person who owns these apparent antiques might be dissatisfied. At one point, one chest of drawers has an uneven coat of an ugly dull blue color. I am annoyed, as both of my paint brushes are sticky and thick with paint, making them difficult to use competently.

I think about this situation as being of the wrong thing to do, as I consider that the furniture looks much better in its natural wood grain. It turns out I am right. The male who had given me the work to do did not want the chests of drawers painted. I do not talk to him directly, but I see him from a distance. He reminds me somewhat of the teacher I had for wood shop classes at WWTI, but also a little of the owner of the pawnshop in the same city (La Crosse). It is a different (unfamiliar) male of about twenty who tells me the other male did not want them painted, but varnished.

There is an unusual change in the situation without much thought about what had happened. Now it seems that I had not painted the chests of drawers at all, though this is actually a reset of my dream.

An unknown female (of about forty) is showing some people some furniture, mainly chests of drawers (all of them of a natural wood grain) in a sequence of about eight or so in an unknown location. I start to point out how great one of them looks. It is fancy. It has brass handles on all the drawers and narrower scroll work all around. (It does not look like any furniture I had seen in real life, at least not recently.) Two of them, including the fancy one on the right end of the series, are apparently the ones I had originally been painting but I do not consider how I reset my dream due to being annoyed. The other one I had been painting is about the fourth left of the fancy one.

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The tendency to reset or “start my dream over” when I am dissatisfied with how it is going is of a curious type of non-lucid dream control that I have experienced naturally since early childhood.

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It was first period at school. Me, M, and a DC, who we'll call Cathy, were working at our desks. I was talking to M when Cathy interrupted me by revealing that she liked me and asked if I liked her back. I mumbled yes because I wasn't 100% sure yet, and after that, we got to know each other. During 6th period, me and Cathy were talking to each other and then the bell rang. A PE teacher yelled at us to hurry up, and then I quickly dressed out. While everyone in our class was in the weight room, me, Cathy, and a bunch of other people were forced to run the four backstops and take a test. Me and Cathy talked about the teacher who gave us the test and how he had a year long dance unit last year, and then I woke up. Here are some details about Cathy: Black, wavy hair
wore a white shirt
was whiter than me
and was the same height as me.

So to summarize, I got my first girlfriend, and then I woke up.

Me as a kid watching tv in messy house with parents and brothers and sisters, we have to stop to tidy up the place and I sneek of to tidy up stuff that is in a giant bird's nest (arts and crafts at school).

Trying to get somewhere on stonestairwell but can't as too big a gap, i'm clinging on feeling nauseas from fear of falling.

I bump into Art teacher ive know since a kid then go outside where people are sunbathing. I use my powers to make food appear for someone then to make it pour rain idk why