non-lucid

Dream 1

I see someone pulled up to a McDonalds ordering window in their car. Their window is down, and the person that is supposed to be inside the store taking the order is instead sitting on the person’s car door - the window is all the way down so he’s sort of half sitting at the bottom of the window.

As the customer is telling him his order, their faces get really close and the eye contact is very direct. The man in the car says something he wants, the McDonalds guy asks if he wants anything else. It goes back and forth a bit and the employee ends up backing up a bit and is punching the order into a device on his wrist.

When the man in the car is finished ordering they both turn to the order display screen to confirm everything is correct.

A narrator begins saying how this McDonalds employee is the most dedicated employee McDonalds has. How he’s been blowing up in the news recently because he’s so passionate about his job that he always goes right up to the people in the drive-thru to take their orders face to face (A view appears briefly of him standing out in the rain, enthusiastically taking someone's order by the drive-thru speaker/billboard).

Now he’s speaking with another customer at a drive thru, but he’s offering advice on the Mac Ultra Workstation, and how if you were you purchase a refurbished unit you should double check the GPU to make sure it’s okay because these machines are actually prone to infections - yes he mentions that they are part flesh part machine.

There’s a news segment on this part as well, that he’s offering tech advice.

A first person view from the employee's perspective shows him opening up a letter from the current CEO of McDonalds saying that he deserves a raise for what he’s doing.

Time jumps forward, it’s 4 years later and he’s slightly burnt out now working at a different place. He recalls his time at McDonalds and that he never did get that raise.

I think his name was Micheal.

(This is from yesterday, 12/26/2023)

Dream 1

I’m sitting on a beach with a towel in front of me spread out on the ground. On it I have an assortment of silverware organized with forks, spoons and butter knives - set beside each other as if they were in a silverware drawer. I also have some painkillers such as Tylenol and Aleve in their bottles beneath the silverware.



Tyler is jogging by me and pauses to let me know that he wants to purchase all of the silverware at $900 a piece and to hold it for him when he finishes his jog.


Dream 2


I’m on a small boat with some other people as well, it ended up getting flooded and we needed to return to shore to empty the water from it. As we’re backing into the shore I notice that we are actually backing up in a large pickup truck and the boat is in the bed of the truck (even though the boat was much larger than this previously)

Under the boat on the bed of the truck is a large plastic sheet with little pouches. A woman gives me a piece of lingerie that needs to go into one of the pouches for some reason so I put it into the requested one.


Dream 3

I’m on a boat again and some of the people there include two women that have begun a relationship and previous to this boat ride did not know each other. They were arguing and the darker haired lady wanted to break up. The lighter haired woman took a closed shell gift that was gifted to her previously by the other woman and broke it on the ground - there were some tiny shell fragments inside it that smelled like pine and she said “So this didn’t even actually smell like pine after all huh?” The darker woman responded explaining how the smell of pine is the combination of many micro-organisms working together and that neither the pine tree nor this shell can completely own the smell of pine.

After this the darker haired woman was hitting on me.


Dream 4

Jesse, James and Rohan are running across little skyscrapers - almost a post apocalyptic sort of setting where buildings are hap-hazardly stacked on other buildings. Half way down the building they are standing on there is a narrow boat jutting out of it. Jesse looks quite old with a long white beard.

Jesse jumps from the top of the building, gains a lot of speed while in free fall and then lands violently on the boat.

It was hard to see what happened when he landed as I was on top of another building quite far away, but I now have access to video footage that was tracking him as he landed, it was zoomed in and in extremely-slow motion.

I scrub the video to the point of impact, I watch him slowly begin his landing on the boat and then his feet land and the force of him stopping so hard begins to pull all of his skin downward fighting against his skeleton which came to a complete stop. The skin on the top of his head splits open and his skin slides off his entire body revealing another version of Jesse underneath from 20 years ago or so - the one I am more familiar with.

James and Rohan on the other hand were still standing at the spot Jesse jumped from in disbelief, James found an alternate path to get down to the boat and Rohan followed.


Dream 5

I’m sitting at a table with a bunch of google next/alexa style devices with Tyler and his family. We’re talking about ChatGPT and notice that one of these devices uses ChatGPT. I talk about having a different model of one of these devices.

One of the girls is talking about just how much she uses ChatGPT. I then mention how going back to one of these normal AI assistants is pretty bad after getting used to ChatGPT.


Dream 6

A lady in her 40’s or 50’s on the lower deck of a boat is unhappy about aging. She speaks about how she wonders if her face will generally look the same from now on and mentions that her co-workers have been complimenting her face recently.

She seems overall unhappy with herself and generally sad. Her husband stands nearby but doesn’t say anything. They remind me of Rose/Rich.


Dream 7 (fragment)

I’m trapped beneath a boat underwater. I seem to be pushed against the hull of the boat, maybe because it was accelerating quickly and I was closer to the nose of it.

I drag my fingernail along the hull and notice it’s waxy. It’s very firm, but it comes across as a high tension, inflated stiff object rather than a wooden or metal hull - even though in appearance it looks like some typical boat material.

It felt like I'm in the middle of a Konami game, think resident evil
I remember we were preparing for Christmas when we got warned that some sort of paranormal army of zombie like monsters emerged due to a catastrophy of some sort and we only have just ten minutes left to hide, somehow censuring any sort of human information mattered, somehow this isn't the first time it happened, at a point I chosed a character, it was a brunette woman with mid-short hair but halfway I was still me, kinda like in a different body as a player idk, some chaos ensued in the streets while some characters of a crew of some kind came to help me and my family prepare,, they had weapons too, so i grabbed my boots, and coat, when i started to hear one of the enemy approaching having some sort of evil monologue about how they will find all of us and we can't hide and about the event in the world that made things the way they are, regarding the catastrophy
So we bolted for an attic some sort, my house and street was different this time there were some sky reaching structures there, so we entered an attic a very big and tall one basically a tower, in there it was dark, on a large wall of weird wooden ladders we started to climb up just when the enemy came in it was scary as shit, somehow we had fleshlights, as we went up I started to see all kinds of weird murals , dragons and idk what kind of entities on a large rug holding something with many colours that pours water out idk, and I saw little notes on the walls hanging too and I thought those are the stories of the life of others, or at least pieces of them, then i remembered that the catastrophy somehow affected the stories of everything, hence the world setting, then we eventually got up on top of a tower that's pretty much s skyscraper , then i got separated from my character again, i just looked around, more there were guns, it was like i was on the tutorial part, but then my supposed character started to argue about the right for a normal life with the crew, it didn't lead anywhere, she cried, and then i guess we started to get used to the new way of things,
At this point idk what happened but a little bit later everyone returned for Christmas shopping but this time the main information on pretty much everything was blanked out with white paper, I was in Tesco, it was dimly lit now which have the whole place even more of a Christmas vibe, I got in a talk with a woman there about the whole event, how they shouldn't let us in after this recent event and how blanking out "human information" really does nothing, which supposedly makes raids like this less likely to occur and that's basic procedure made by the gov for safety,
And then I woke up

Dream 1

There were some open sourced large language models (LLM’s) I was playing around with. Someone was telling me that they incorporated them into a site where they are used to assist with filing your taxes but they use some custom (larger parameter) models for this task that are not known to the public. They showed me their codenames and I was really surprised and impressed they had these secret models.


Dream 2 (Warning - there are some disturbing parts in this dream, for anyone that may read this)

I’m in an apartment building with a group of people that were also early to join the generative AI field, as of a few years ago. It was cool to talk with them about what their first impressions were with the SOTA text to image generators/LLM’s, I asked maybe 3 people about this individually for their opinions.

There was a woman I was speaking with about her experience with text to image generators for a live performance she would do. She has an interesting approach where she created a canvas for oil painting which had about 1 inch thick bristles which were coming out of the whole canvas - similar to a doormat - where her image generation would be somehow already hidden within the oil paint pigments in there. Then as she painted with her brush through the bristles, the image would be revealed as the pigments were spread onto the tops of the bristles which were all previously white. It was kind of a way to trick her audience that she was painting something I suppose.


While we were speaking I realized we were appearing live on the TV beside us, we were involved in a live stream - I noticed cameras in the room. Some of the guys I was previously speaking with were in another room in the apartment orchestrating the event.


I am taken time traveling to the future to see a performance this woman is now doing which was not really pleasant. She had spikes being driven down through each collar bone into her ribcage. She did not appear to be in pain and this was all going according to her planned performance.

I am quite disturbed as her body is dismantled until just her head is suspended. I’m left wondering how much blood is left circulating in her skull and how it’s oxygenated, as she still appears to be conscious and composed.

I wonder what drove her to this point in her life, is it somehow tied to an increased escalation of her previous generative audience trickery?


Dream 3

I’m in the lobby of a very upscale hotel/gym/retreat building speaking to the receptionist. We are talking about LLM’s, specifically ChatGPT. I am asking her what she mainly uses it for during work. She says not much really and then puts in an example prompt to show me that it gives rather poor answers.

I explain to her that the free 3.5 version of ChatGPT is pretty bad and it’s annoying to me that a lot of people get their first impression from this version, while the 4.0 paid version performs so much better. I wish OpenAI just got rid of the 3.5 version.

Now my perspective is outside the building, following behind an attractive woman in a bikini heading toward the lobby doors. An attractive muscular man crosses her path and gives her a friendly greeting for a moment as he heads on his way and she continues towards the lobby as the automatic doors slide open for her.

Dream 1

I’m standing in a bathroom that has a very large mirror that takes up one entire wall and another that takes up the wall behind me as well.

I’m in front of the sink and notice in the mirror that when I start walking, copies of myself begin spawning behind me - they leave a trail of where I was, the first one spawns in front of the sink when I step away from it and another one spawns for every other step I take - they all mimic my exact movements.

As I retrace my steps back towards the starting position by the sink, the copies of myself in the mirror merge back into me and vanish, until I’m back at the sink with only me showing in the mirror.

I take this as how mirrors have always worked but find it really curious. I begin experimenting. First I put on a hat and start walking, as the copies of me spawn in the mirror they all have the same hat that I just put on. This makes sense.

I went back to the sink and put my hat on the counter and began walking. The new copies of myself have no hat of course. Once I walk until there are three copies of me, I motion forward with my arm, all of the clones in the mirror do the same. I move my arm around as I watch the arm of the clone by the counter and navigate it so it’s hand lands on the hat, I close my grip - it does the same and grabs the hat. I motion as if I’m putting a hat on my head, and watch as the clone does this until the hat is properly on his head.

Now there’s the clone at the sink with a hat on, one after with no hat and me on the end with no hat at all. Weird!

What if I walk farther, causing the sink clone to walk and a new clone to ‘spawn’ again at the sink, will it have a hat on too? I test this idea and the new one that spawns has no hat!

I keep doing tests and notice there are other things that are odd. For example if I just start to sprint but immediately cancel it, the other mirror clones actually sprint for several steps before sort of rubber-banding back to where they should be.

This opens up the possibility for all sorts of other tests to do but I decide to go talk to other people about this to get their opinions.

I go and find Elisabeth and Brennan and as I ask them what they think about all of this it was hard to get their opinions, this sort of thing was normal in their world.

I then find David who is more scrupulous, but to a fault as he can be, he focuses on details that aren’t very relevant.



Dream 2 (fragment)

I’m in a garage with a car in it, I need to use the bathroom.

Dream 1

I’m driving offroad in an old station wagon style car with Tami in the passenger seat. There’s a grassy plateau that seems designated for a destruction derby sort of setting, where two cars enter and just smash into each other until only one works.

I swap out and have Tami drive. She has trouble getting up to the plateau area and accidentally drives into an underground tunnel. We keep getting deeper and deeper, there are constant forks in the path and it feels like we’re going in impossible directions.

Suddenly we find ourselves in zero gravity, floating in a more cavernous part of the cave. Small things are floating past us, a single rib for instance.

Someone radios in and lets us know that there’s a reset button if we’re stuck. Relieved, we press it and we are instantly teleported back to the surface in the grassy, hilly field.

The plateau was like this but larger and not so raised off the ground:





Dream 2

I see views of a large real life gundam mech. I’m getting the information that it was built to handle complex movements and that it’s very robust. The actuators in particular are very high quality.

An example movement happens as the arms take a rifle and it holds it across the chest. A voice is telling me that the actuators can only move once every 20 minutes or so

I’m confused by the great lengths that were taken to make such a high quality mech, yet it can only take one physical action every 20 minutes? That’s too bad.

Now I’m speaking with a certified ‘screw-hole’ glue guy. Apparently he had to go through a lot of training in order to take a glue gun and squirt colored glue into the holes in the gundam mech that had screws to conceal them..



Dream 3

I’m handing over $100 bills to Danny one at a time and counting. After I’m done handing them to him I try to figure out why I’m doing this, it was for my car or something. We both realize I don’t need to be doing this and I take my money back.

Then we see a large yacht parked on a street, it’s white. It had a ‘hood ornament’ - which was actually a full sized car. I notice that only the front grill and lights of the car looked like a mustang I used to own, Danny agrees that it looks the same.



Dream 4 (fragments)

Elisabeth, Johnny and James are over (Tami was probably there too). After we are done hanging out they all leave.

James ends up coming back, apparently he left on foot (he had a lot of gear and backpacks) - he either got lost or the trip was too far for him to make.


Dream 5 (fragments)

I’m in a fancy apartment in new york city. It’s on a very high floor and has an absolutely amazing view over the city. It’s extremely small and narrow though, like 9 ft wide by 20 ft long.

My new espresso machine (which should arrive tomorrow irl) is set up by the window.

I’m testing a VR game that I’m developing in this dream. Using the valve index controller I made it so dragging down on the touchpad causes some haptics and in the game it pulls back the cocking mechanism on a revolver handgun. It feels pretty satisfying and would probably work pretty well irl.



Dream 6 (fragment)

I’m describing how the wireless RODE microphone system works to Elisabeth. Pointing out that when we first got it we weren’t sure how a certain aspect of it worked, but now after understanding it that it’s not very complicated at all.


Notes:

I would like to increase the vividness of my dreams. When I woke up this morning I was fairly certain that I didn't have much for dreams to recall based on nothing really stuck out in my head. Of course after thinking on it for a bit I got all of these dreams to come forward. I just wish they were more vivid more often, to the point when I wake they just jump out because of how memorable they are.

I guess I'm only a few days into working on building my recall back up again so I don't have to be too rough on myself about that. Before these last few days it's been months since I've tried to recall a dream at all.

I was following a small boy through a sandy path in the desert. We then turned around, and he challenged me to a race, I accepted. I tried to run, but I was so slow he was beating me, I thought "How the hell am I losing to a six year old?" [COLOR="#008000"]I then remembered that I usually can't run properly in dreams. I stopped, and then I was in his garage, there was a large window. I wondered if there was going to be a brain outside, and there was. I asked the boy about it and he said it was just an image or something. I realized I felt like i had drempt about that garage before so I asked him if it was going to become one of those persistent realms, and I forgot what he said. [/COLOR]


I was in a room which was very slanted, I was with my mother and a few distant relatives. The room was slanted because it was in the sky, and the doors were two grocery store doors. One of them would occasionally open a crack and close, so I was nervous around them, and I felt a duty to try to keep them closed when the distant relatives dog was walking near them. It opened a crack, so I pushed the dog away and held the door shut. One of the relatives then pushed a switch that I had just realized existed, and it didn't do anything.

Dream 1

I'm in a horror-movie-like scenario. I'm in the bottom floor apartment in a large building and it's very dark outside, as far as I know it's always night time here. The 'main characters' that were with me in this apartment were replaced with older versions of themselves, which unlike the original 'actors' - these older versions of themselves knew that this was a scary scenario and they really wanted to avoid dying.

I look out the window and there is a delivery truck stopping. I get the feeling that not many people are allowed to do things outside, but delivery trucks were one of the exceptions. A few men got out of the front of the truck and went to open the back, I had the feeling that I knew one of them.

There was a woman inside the house but she was unhinged, yelling and throwing things - we knew that she was actually some sort of monster or creature but in human form. We didn't want to point this out though because even though she was being annoying, I got the feeling she was lethal in her monster form.

Then she was talking to one of the 'main character' people, a guy. He had curly hair but was showing signs of balding. There was a photo of him on the wall behind him which showed him with a full head of hair, (because he was actually supposed to be younger in this 'film'). The guy was aware of the picture behind him and the fact that he looked pretty different from his younger self and was really nervous as he spoke with the woman/creature, until he was sweating a lot.

She ended up noticing he wasn't who he was supposed to be and there was a sort of dramatic camera angle showing his shadow on the wall with his hands up to defend himself as he screamed and I guess died somehow. He wasn't in the dream after this.

Then we all paused (including the woman/creature), we could hear the silence coming in. It was like everything was getting progressively quieter outside and it was encircling in on the building. We all started to hide under desks and odd places. Things got quieter and quieter until some sort of shadowy beings appeared behind each person and very slowly pulled everyone away from eachother, outward - through the building walls and into the night until there was a sort of deafening silence and the dream ended.

Dream 2

This dream starts in the building from the previous dream, it's still dark outside but it's no longer the same scenario. I'm sitting at a computer desk with two monitors wwatching a movie, James and Miguel are behind me also watching along. They were on a couch that was on a raised portion of the floor, because of this I was raising and tilting the monitor so they could see better - but then it would be turned too much towards them and I would adjust it back to me a bit so I could see too. For some reason this was really annoying and I had adjust the monitor over and over again.

At one point I accidentally hit the corner of the monitor I was adjusting onto the 2nd monitor and it looked like I cracked the screen, which sucked because that one was the 240hz monitor. But when I looked closer the cracks started to pull themselves back together, sort of like how the cracks in the mirror did the same thing in the Matrix movie. The monitor was alright after all.

The movie we were watching was about a computer hacker or something. Then at a certain point the movie paused at a hacking scene and turned into an interactive hacking moment. I had to take over and start doing actions, which was annoying because I just wanted to watch the movie.

Then a dog came around the corner from another room in the apartment, it was a bull terrier but it was completely missing it's nose. As it breathed and swallowed and stuff I could see it's nose/insides moving all strange - it was so gross. A lady came around the corner and saw me just staring at the dog, she laughed and exclaimed that 'oh he's fine, he can smell better this way!'

Dream 1

I take a cup out of a freezer and go to drink it but notice it has mercury in it. I show Tami and then leave it on a table. She then starts playing with it and gets it on her face and it starts to cover her skin in a similar way to gallium. I was pretty freaked out over the toxicity of this. Just like gallium, it comes off easily with soap.

Dream 2

I find myself about 18 years old, most of the other people are as well. I'm on some sort of cruise with Tami. I find myself as sort of a hostage. I peer out from the deck at a cul de sac, it's as if I'm looking out the front door of a house (yet I'm on a boat) and the homes are full of bodies, my captors did this.

View from the boat of the cul de sac.


There was a girl that wanted to swim with me but I wasn't interested. She ended up laying down on a very large sail-like structure above me. I found out she had an identical sister who then went up and laid down by her, they were sun tanning - though it was now getting dark.

Then a third sister of theirs with dark hair was talking with me a bit before going up to meet the other two, she was very friendly.

Then I met their mom and we were talking about me having dry eyes. She was saying if I got some sort of surgical lens installed I would be cured. I was interested in this and she said she could inspect my eyes and let me know if I was eligible.

She then says she can do this inspection while we go on a two person sort of boat ride. The ride goes from your present and into your future, and you discuss with each other about what is seen during the ride. She mentions in an off hand way that there is also the possibility to go into the past and sort of brushes it off with 'but yeah, you know - that's optional we don't have to do that'. I get the impression that secretly she wants to do that part of the ride the most.

While we were talking I had a vision of what this boat ride would have looked like:


For some reason I need my clothes washed before going on this ride. I find a tiny secret door in a wall and push my clothes into it and watch them fall downward. I go down one level on the boat to see where they went.



Turns out they landed in a large washing machine but there were already a ton of clothes in it. I contemplate turning it on or removing all the other clothes and only putting mine in so I can run it at a faster setting so I can finish this quicker and go onto that ride.

I wasn't very interested in the ride thing, but nothing else was going on.

Dream 1

Jean-Luc Picard was sitting in a chair on the Enterprise in his private quarters and was holding an i-Pad like device. He put it down and exclaimed that there's such a backlog of technological advances that have been made by AI that he will never get through them. And on top of that, all the information he was sifting through was from 10 years ago when he was last on earth - the amount that things must have advanced since then back on earth must be astounding.

School pool. We are having a swimming lesson, though the person teaching us is not a swimming or PE teacher. The pool is small, two metres deep perhaps, and raised off the ground, the water is blue-green. Beside it the surrounding floor is built in something like sandstone. The floor at the right side of the room is a step below the pool, but that at the back is raised by a big step and what seems like low bollards are spaced out along its length. I look closer and each one has a name on it in slightly raised stone letters. They are memorials. The nearest name looks like 'Marjorie'.

Below the raised pool is a very shallow one, the water is completely clear.

We begin swimming, but now we're not in the pool anymore. It's like we're swimming in the air over the city. Below me I can see skyscrapers and the biggest buildings of the financial district, and lots of houses with red tile roofs. I'm in a group and we float around, laughing, every now and then stopping to rest our feet on the roofs of the buildings. They seem much smaller than us at this distance. I place my feet on a group of houses and feel the roughness of the surface on my skin.

Now it does feel like we're in water again. But we're still above the city. I don't quite get how this works but I feel that the water's surface is far above these buildings. There doesn't seem to be any water down here. It's like two spaces overlapping one another.

I swim slowly, but I keep bumping into a girl in my group. I apologise to her and try to swim a bit further away. She's laughing a lot and with her friends seems to be communicating with someone else far away, I don't know how. While swimming away I turn around and realise she - and she only - is now naked. I'm shocked, and then, I bump into her again. It's much more embarrassing this time.

We are finally back in the murky school pool. I swim around a bit more, feeling good, I can hear my teacher talking. I look up and realise I am the only one left in the pool and everyone else is sitting on the side farthest away at the front of the room. That feels awkward and I quickly get out. The small pool is between me and the others, so I slide in, bracing my hands against the bottom to avoid hitting my head. This pool is really too shallow to swim in. I get over to the other side and get out.

I didn't remember this one at all when I woke up, which was disappointing. But then I was reading in the morning and came across a scene which involved a severed head. I thought of the head and then I thought 'Taxidermy' and everything came back to me. This dream was so strange. The second part wasn't at all gory to experience but I suppose it could make some feel queasy.

Fragment 1:

I remember being in a boarding house with classmates from school. The building has two floors and is painted white or grey all over. There are no lights on and the sky outside is dim white, so inside it's shadowy. It's just us here, no host.

My room is on the ground floor and I step outside into a long hallway. The doors too are smooth and white, with pull-down handles. Recessed inside their frames they are dark with shadow. I walk past a pink laundry basket and up the single flight of stairs.

The upper floor is just as shadowy and plain. I pass along the hallway by closed white doors. At the end of the hallway is a dark, empty room with a window on the opposite wall and off to the side a doorless doorway into another empty space. In the wall opposite the doorway are two white doors, and one in the adjacent wall, all closed. I see two of my friends come out of this latter door. They are laughing and carrying a laundry basket.

Fragment 2:

I arrive at my street with a friend from school, we get out of the car. I see that there are two naked corpses, each splayed out face down on top of two cars which are next to one another. One of those cars - the blue one - might be mine, the other is grey. My friend has some reason for these being here. She wants to preserve the corpses so I offer to help her. I take a short scaffolding pole out of the boot of the car and push it into the anus of the nearest body. It enters cleanly and easily with a long part still sticking out. She pushes another into the other end of the body. I'm not clear about this part - in the dream I was sure this was the vagina, but it can't have been, more likely the mouth. But I'm sure it wasn't the mouth. I'm not sure these bodies even have heads. I suppose that's dream logic. At the end of this process poles stick out of both ends of the body, as if it has been impaled.

She asks if I'll help her with the other one too. I look down at the pole I now have in my hand. The pole is dented at the end and has some smudged black marks on it so I tell her it might not be suitable - I'm worried about it causing an infection. I walk up to my house leaving her to finish up on her own.

Outside the open door of my house I stand talking to my mum. She looks out and asks me what that's all about. After a moment's thought I tell her that my friend is interested in taxidermy.

Looking back I can see that both corpses have now been 'impaled'. From here they seem in a sort of spread-eagle position, toes pointed and arms stretched backwards, faces looking up.

Day 14 (Night of Friday 01.12.2023) is too fragmented to merit an entry.

Muddied Water:

I'm meeting with friends (the Tots) somewhere.
I arrive first, at a Wal-Mart like store. I'm searching for a bathroom.
I see AG hugging somebody who isn't her boyfriend, while MD (the boyfriend) is returning from a nearby isle.
The store then changes into something more like a Toys-R-Us.
...
I'm in a dark and cramped escape-room type area. There are some dark purple plants covering the walls.
There are some pots holding the plants, and the pots are filled with dirty looking water.
...
I'm holding a glass of water, and it has the 'dirty' property from the escape room scene.
I'm standing in a hallway at HM's house that isn't normally there.
I accidently spill the water, and my Dad starts to criticize me before I have a chance to explain it wasn't my fault. Stressful moment.
My Dad is in a full suit, and is explaining something work-related to HM.

It starts out in an apartment, presumably around the Arden-north highlands area by the look of it. I was with a various group of people when a bullet crashes through the window. Me and everyone else get down in an attempt to save ourselves as we figure out the hitman's target. Turns out it's this woman who was with us. The shooter enters the apartment and I ask why he's doing this. He says it's because she won't reply to him on tumblr, which seems to activate a pity response in everyone, so we hug him and tell him everything is okay.

After that situation settles, I, who for some reason am some heavy set white middle aged trucker dude in this dream, not unlike muscle man's dad from regular show, exit the apartment, climb down the stairs, and realize that in the space between buildings a couple of guy fawkes mask wearing killers are approaching me. Being aware of the dream at this point, I attempt to fly away to the bus stop I was intending to catch, and then I wake up, however I can't completely do so. I lose visual of the dream, but the audio is clear as ever, as well as the sensation of a blond kid pestering me about my wings and how his brother has the same ones.

In the faux waking world, I am in the room of my childhood home at night, dodging various vague figures in the shadows whose existence is merely implied. I try various things, including screaming, singing "bring me to life" by evanescence, which comes out as pathetic whimpering, and hobbling over to the light switch whenever my attempts very briefly succeed enough for me to be semi-conscious. My entire body felt numb but I realized I had leverage whenever I scratched the back of my thigh relatively deeply. In the dream I was in front of a post as I was singing bring me to life while scratching myself, and eventually it works and I finally do wake up. Turns out I was literally just being restrained by my fiance, who was nearly sleeping ON me.

I was in the back of the car, waiting outside a grocery store. My father opened the door and sat in the drivers seat. I saw my cat Cole running away. I didn't tell anybody for some reason and we drove off. They pulled into our driveway, and my mother finally asked where Cole was, I felt really guilty, but I told her I didn't know, and father said she must have run off. I saw a cat like shape outside my window, I thought that maybe it was Cole, so I packed the baby raccoons which I had tricked my parents into thinking were kittens into a small carrier. I was about to open the car door, when he informed me that the cat I thought I saw was actually a large owl. I looked back and it was in fact an owl.

I was in a Home Depot parking lot, I walked around the building looking for my parent's car, and i couldn't find it, so I went back into the home depot, except the building was empty. The lights suddenly flashed off, and [COLOR="#008000"]I noticed a bass guitar on the wall, and I was completely sure that Home Depot didn't sell them, I pinched my nose and breathed through it just to be sure, and then grabbed it and went outside. I plucked one of the strings, and then without touching my hand to the fret board, I played a lower note on the same string, I did this a few more times, and the fading started. [/COLOR]