non-lucid

Went to bed around 11:15PM.

Reunion of The Twist
I'm in my middle school's gym during an assembly.
I'm in the audience wearing a college t-shirt.
I think to myself that I wish I would have dressed with something better (like my trusty red flannel) and showered.
We're watching a ceremony on-stage, where my brother and sister are being honored as part of a larger group.
Moments later, my brother is down by me in the audience wearing a similar college t-shirt as me, but I don't notice the discrepancy.
I wonder why he isn't wearing his college's version of the t-shirt.
The event reminds me of a band concert, they had instruments.
DTP.
Later we have rotated and are watching a different group of people. We are seated now.
EC from highschool is seated in front of me.
Awkwardly, my legs are spread apart, and he is sitting between them.
I can feel my balls touching his back. Lovely. He doesn't seem to care or notice.
The performers are now making an arc, again, like in band.
I can recall that GW from band stretches forward to us, like a cartoon character (similar to how Monkey D. Luffy does from One Piece, especially in Gear 5 form).
RW, her older brother and friend of mine, is by me now. He's excited to see her being honored.
GW regards me, saying hello, but I get the distinct impression she was only saying so out of obligation.
Then she stretches back to the arc, with a reverberating snap noise.
I noticed that the bari sax players were playing without their mouthpieces on. But I don't pickup on that being especially strange.
EC points out that they are doing a special trick with the brass, as if to explain what I noticed as normal and avoid suspicion on my part.
Sure enough, the are moving in rhythm, doing a choreographed twist move, with the trombone players.
They pick up their mouthpieces from somewhere out of view.
They play a short melody with their mouthpieces only (which is high-pitched and funny to listen to) and then put them onto their instruments.
The formal event ends and turns into more of a social.
My brother meets up with BY and they talk about dad stuff. BY gives my brother this tablet made out of rose flower vines.
It's not like an iPad, more of a clipboard or ornament.
It's a strange item, but it seems to have a sort of value to it.
The plot of the dream has changed at this point, where my girlfriend and I are now at the event together.
AG, from my more recent friend group, is now there with us too.
My girlfriend senses that I am exhausted from being social for this long, so she is looking for an excuse for me to leave.
AG suggests that we check out a local escape-room called The Twist, where there is an obstacle course that looks fun.
I tell him that my knee is still recovering, so it would probably be a bad idea.
Within the plot of the dream, I then recall that last-year (or a previous reunion-type event like this one), there was an emergency lockdown.
During that lockdown, I was with AG, and we left the emergency lock-down room to go to the bathroom.
DTP.
Now, in the present, we are in that bathroom, talking at the urinals about going to The Twist soon.
I look in the mirror, and I am wearing a hat. I lift that hat and see that my hair is thin. Starting to recede. Great. I put the hat back on.
There is a rotating cylinder on the floor near a sectioned off area, presumably an obstacle similar to one from The Twist.
I test it out and my knee does OK, which I tell AG means that I can go to The Twist with him so long as the other obstacles aren't worse.
He tells me that I should still go, but just skip the bad ones, and we can go get the girls to come along as a group.
We left the bathroom and head back to the main assembly room where we were earlier.
Now there is a large lit-up horizontal limbo pole crossing the entire room that we have to pass. We do so easy enough.
AG jokes that if we can't find the girls we should just get GP (the other guy in our group of couples) and leave without them.
DTP.
We make our way to the exit, and outside the gym door is my Grandma M's condo outdoor area.
I see a trash can that isn't normally there. It is overflowing with McDonald's bags and transparent extra-large iced coffee cups.
I sarcastically give a salute and say "GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!"
"How much money must McDonalds make, if it is like this every day?!" I say to myself.
AG gets into his car, and drives to The Twist. For some reason, I decide to take a nap by a "For Sale" sign next to the condo and the trash can.
...
When I wake up, AG is gone and inexplicably, there is gravel in my shoes. I don't care about this or consider it odd in any way.
Because dream-logic do be like that sometimes.
I think that I should find my girlfriend and tell her about the plan to meet at The Twist.
I go back to the event, and enter through my Great-Grandma's condo (Grandma M and Great Grandma's condos were actually in the same neighborhood in waking life, just a few condos apart).
This time, it is actually her home inside the door.
There is a young boy there playing a rhythm video game that involves a cat.
He seems embarrassed to be seen playing the game.
I went toward the back of the condo where the bedrooms are. The layout is reversed, such that the kitchen has swapped sides with the bedroom.
I don't notice the discrepancy, and correctly move to the bedroom area.
There's a new door (doesn't exist in waking life) that connects the condo to the neighboring one.
I can hear there is another family in that condo playing a Legend of Zelda game.
I wake up with the impression that my girlfriend might have been in the guest room with another man, potentially against her will. Anxiety ensues.
Either way, no bueno.
Recorded at 3:30AM. Late sleep cycle 3.

Fragment
Walking down a shore looking for something. Sky is gray. Ambience is somber, muggy weather.
It reminds me of Darkshore from World of Warcraft.

Redridge Hotel
I'm playing World of Warcraft with the boys on Discord.
It's getting to be about time to log-off.
I recall that ahead of time I had changed the music that will play in the Redridge zone. It now plays a song about change.
It was supposed to be funny, but outside the context of the dream, I have no clue why.
Maybe it was that the 10 minute plus track was replaced with a short 30 second one.
I was waiting for the group to notice that the music had been replaced.
The joke doesn't land. Oh well. What's new, eh?
We reach the main bridge, and it is broken.
I try to justify within the plot of the dream that, the bridge breaking was part of the Cataclysm expansion.
I don't notice the discrepancy that we are playing Classic World of Warcraft, so the bridge should be in tact. Since it doesn't break anyway in waking life.
I jump off the side of the bridge and get the group to watch.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
My gnome avatar safely lands in the water.
Then I head to the inn to logout and get that sweet sweet rest xp.
DTP.
As I walk in, I'm holding a gnome toy, and the inn is a real hotel room.
I put the toy down and "tuck him in" as a joke over some chairs.
I went around the room and locked the doors.
I see some messages on BattleNet from my brother, where he had gotten notifications from when I played with my display resolution settings.
This was an accident, not sure why he was getting notifications for that. I try to explain to him that it has to do with having two monitors.
My brother is now in the room next door, and they are connected through a door as well as an open section near the far-end of the room.
My brother tells me there is an inspector that is coming and I should clean up.
I shrug him off and say that "Whatever. If he finds something, he finds something."
Recorded at 7:30AM. Mid sleep cycle 6.

Pre-WBTB

Fragment
I can faintly remember something Dragonball Z related.

WBTB
I'm very tired but force myself out of bed. I spend the 10 minutes similar to how I did last night: going over my plans, and reviewing the advice friends on DV gave me regarding teleporting and visualization.
I lay down and spend a long while trying to get to sleep. It's possible that 10 minutes WBTB wake-time is too long for me (twice in a row now I've struggled to sleep). More data will tell on that.

Post-WBTB

False Awakening and Fade
I wake up in my bed and remember to do a nose-plug RC, and I can breathe. It takes a couple seconds to realize but...
I'm dreaming!
I get out of bed and make my way to the hallway, thinking about how best to start stabilizing.
I rub my hands together, and also my barefeet on the ground.
But, unfortunately, before I know it, the dream has faded.
I don't recall recovering from this.

Tree Arena Fragment
I vaguely remember a big circular arena.
It may have been inside a large tree trunk. Maybe non-lucid me made it to the EFF™ after all
I can also recall some pirate ships circling the area. The main combat section was raised and the lower section was filled with water.

I'm packing up my camping gear inside a building. Some friends are there as well and one hands me some trash to take out. As we all finish packing, we start walking out and enter a new building. This one resembles a cafeteria and has quite a few people sitting or walking around. Our group decides to do something crazy to get everyone riled up. We end up running around and eventually back outside. It feels like we're now in a car of some kind as we navigate through a construction zone towards a stadium. As we start walking again, I notice that it's rainy and dark outside. Because of the rain, workers at the stadium are limiting the number of people walking down the stairs to the entrance. I wait at the top as the other group descends and then they allow us in. The stadium is also dark and not covered so it is still raining. The stage towards the middle though is massive. I find my group sitting together on the right side actually just underneath some coverage from the rain so that the seats are dry.

I'm looking at an aerial view of a campsite that I'll be going to. It's right off of a back road next to a winding stream. I'm on a computer for work and I'm distracted by the camping that I forget that it's my turn to present some Power Point slides. I start talking and one guy in the room with me starts to spout out calculations related to the topic. I'm not sure if I should continue presenting or not, but everyone else seems to be staring at him too.

Finally got time to type this up. Great news, a couple days ago I was telling my friend S how to have a lucid dream, and that very night they had their first one! I feel so accomplished

Night 3

Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: Taking something similar to IB tests, but all of them combined.

Frag2: Screenshotting A's (illegible) vdeo a bunch of times. Laughing really hard.

Woke at 3:10 and WBTB.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
Incredibly stressful dream. I was doing the SAT again, but it was online at home and I couldn't log in. I was very distressed over this for some reason, screaming and crying and hitting myself, but no one cared. In fact, my parental units scornfully dismissed and perhaps even blamed me.

I continued crying until 8:00 pm when time was up. The distribution of my time spent on each section popped up on the screen, even though I had been stuck on the sign-in screen the whole time. I screamed that my parents didn't care about or understand me and my mom was like, "Oh, you think you have misunderstood problems? Do you wanna hear my problems?"

I said yes and she grabbed Nile's ear and stabbed her fingernail into it [I actually saw a mark there IWL the day before]. I shouted in shock, grabbing her wrist to stop her.

Later I posted online about my "panda" in Japanese and someone was confused; I explained that Nile vaguely resembled a panda. 4:20 WBTB.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
I was telling people about my SAT dream, in an apocalyptic world with J and some random guy and eventually my ex. The random guy kept messing with my Chromebook, saying it was "cruel" of me not to charge it for him. He was annoying but manageable, so we didn't get rid of him. At some point we went out to find something and left a note so he wouldn't freak out.

Later texted a Japanese friend on LINE, who said he would show me his "last place" in volleyball. 7:35 WBTB.


Dream #4 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: Post-apocalyptic world where I was worried about my dreams. Grades were involved somehow. Talking about someone's mom and the difference between two things.

Frag2: Got an ad claiming Wattpad caused hair growth, tiredness, blurry eyes, poor posture, et cetera. Drugs "more prone to coffee-vomit," according to Wiki. Searched something up on YouTube. This dream was so unhinged. 8:10 WBTB.


Night 4

Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: Someone hated bubbles, tried to be eco-friendly by discovering them online(?), but got mocked instead. Pre-K teacher with 76 students tried to defend them, and the one doing the mocking said "Scary." (She was kind of a Karen).

Frag2: I was sifting through worn-out books from my dad's generation to find the meaning of life. 4:00 WBTB.


Dream #2 (Fragment):
Person was trying to share their interests but kept getting shut down. 5:00 WBTB.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
Dramatic story about a kid who was separated from his mom at a very young age and never grew taller. He made friends on a snowy mountain by grabbing their sled and hopping on. Later he found out his mom was alive (I, as the NEO, was unimpressed with this development). They exchanged souls for a short time; hers resided in a horse tail, and his in a candle.

A day passed and I became him. I'd grown taller, but she couldn't even tell! Z also invited me to play Minecraft to grind for something, as it was the last day of an event. 5:30 WBTB.

After that I kept drifting off and waking up again every 10 minutes. Had multiple dreams about alarms (there were none) and false awakenings. In one of them Z forced N to get up and come downstairs with him, but when I woke up N was in bed and Z wasn't even home. It was incredibly realistic, so I was surprised. Had to get up for school at 6:15.


Night 5

Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: Featured a celebrity named Awami, whom people were absolutely obsessed with.

Frag2: Left my my books in a classroom.

Frag3: I was in a class doing activities, one of which was to make new friends. I joined a group of three, and another person came over to ask questions. When they left I said, "Sayonara and congrats, you now have three friends." 4:20 WBTB.


Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: A girl was writing a positive energy book.

Frag2: In my house but more apocalyptic. There was a strange dog on the steps, and I encouraged it to sniff me. This dream was really long but I couldn't quite remember it Woke at 6:15.


Night 6

Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: A and I had different (illegible). I tried to show how the traits we shared should mean we shared that too but (illegible).

Frag2: At some point we were sitting in class, and at another point J and I were in a car, and there was some BL plot, then it was my (illegible) and I was like "I don't needa park I'm a safe driver" or something and J called me an idiot.


Dream #2 (Lucid):
Plot1: Was in something similar to a program I did over the summer. Some girl put makeup on me, much to my discomfort, and for some reason there were clothes on the table. When I got home, two nerds were in the process of leaving when my mom asked them about signing up for colleges not listed on Common App. In response they gave her a HUGE booklet, like the size of It by Stephen King.

Plot2: L sent a pic of me floating upside down in the air on my bike. I assumed she edited it and responded with something vaguely depressing.

Plot3: There was a tick on my stomach. I asked my mom to get it off for me, but it crawled off, apparently not having bitten yet. (Though it was engorged and there was a dark spot on my skin). I chased it in the dark, asking, "Should I kill it?!"

She said yes, so I raised a fist, but then she shouted for me to stop because it would run away (it was surprisingly fast). The whole time I had been wondering why she was acting so weird, and right before the dream dissolved from stress, I thought, "Oh, I see. This is a dream." Unknown time WBTB.


Dream #3 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: Was looking at a painting of a girl about to punch another girl, but deciding not to because she didn't want to bloody her fists.

Frag2: The world was ending. That's all I remember. Woke at 6:15.


Night 7:

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
When I woke from this dream, it felt like I had been asleep for years. Doctors were murdering part-time workers, lighting their hats on fire. One seemed particularly without empathy, and I liked her.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
Possible side plot about boy and girl riding a train.

Main plot: I was doing SAT work. My mom said I had to finish it in one day; she kept nagging me. Walking home from school, I saw a bunch of Ramune marbles and picked them up. My car passed by, my familial unit going on a trip without me, so I had to run after them by foot.

When I finally caught up and found them in a cave-like area, I yelled, "Why do you always drive away without me?! I had to run to catch up!"

Z just made fun of me, so I turned around and left without saying a word. I hopped some stones across a river and climbed a short rock wall, my mom chasing me from behind.

"You need to do your work," she said when she reached me. "What you're doing right now doesn't look like work. If you score in the top 10, you can go to a good college. Why is a passing score so low… 3.5 GPA is acceptable in this country!!!" With a manic smile on her face, she started banging her head against the wall.

"Stop! Stop!" I yelled. "There are 330 million people, of course the average isn't going to be that high! Stop banging your head!"

She turned around and started talking about work again, and I sobbed, "Why do you hate me?!" trying desperately to control her with the NEO, but it wasn't working. It's only with this tyrant version of her that it is completely ineffective.

She grinned sweetly. "Because you inspire me [to hate you]."

Woke at an unknown time. After that I had another dream, but I don't remember it at all.


Night 8:

Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
I don't know how, but I went to sleep at 12:00 a.m. and woke up at 12:20 a.m. with a dream. I would think it's REM rebound, but it's not like I'm sleep deprived. Well, I guess I am compared to the amount I was getting over the summer. I don't know.

I was in the basement with Z, and he mentioned something that made me want to watch a horror movie. With a grin hiding his fear, he said, "Leave, then!"

"You leave!" I shot back. Woke at unknown time and WBTB.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
Plot1: I was with K and J. Something they said upset me, so I went quiet. They were trying to (illegible), so I went to S's house, perhaps planning to do work. I stood there not intending to go in or even knock, but I was spotted and they opened the door. Nile ran out for some reason, but I caught him.

In the parking lot a little girl was being bullied by an older boy—I think he had stolen her basketball/football. Nile was barking at them so I let him go. (Actually, it was only implied I let him go; this scene instantly changed from one to the next.) He barked at the boy and freed the ball, then lay down all cute for the little girl.

Plot2: I was a writer for some weird publishing team. S was in a different one and I found their book online. It featured me committing suicide and was rated "the least printed book of the year."


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
Not apocalyptic, but there was some "vegetable disease" going around. We also had another dog who looked exactly like the beanie baby Spunky (which J gave to me a couple days ago); it was really attached to me. I think there was a third dog as well.

At some point my mom came home and got a scratch on her finger which I could feel (it hurt), but she didn't seem to be infected.

Somehow our room caught on fire so I ran in to grab my valuables, then came back downstairs to get Spunky. My mom picked it up by the nose, which I yelled at her for. I wasn't allowed to go to S's house but I think I went anyway. On the way there I heard a radio show about covid and illness myths, that it's not your fault and that washing your hands isn't counterproductive.

It was about 8:00 now, and until 9:30 I would keep waking up every 5 to 15 minutes.


Dream #4 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I attended a meeting for aromantics.


Dream #5 (Non-Lucid):
Searched up information about the veggie virus, apparently it was a specific plant from India that could only kill you if you touched it. So, if I wanted to, I could safely walk around outside. (Was asleep for 15 minutes.)


Dream #6 (Non-Lucid):
Apocalyptic world, we were in a strange house watching an enormous floating keyboard blot out the sun. Went inside when it got dark, I sang a song to "fill" the room.

Someone started knocking on the door and I knew it was a killer (vaguely lucid?). He was trying to stab through the door, so I stabbed through it as well, impaling him multiple times, but he kept recovering. I NEO-summoned Omori and the killer "accidentally" hurt him and, devastated over it, left.

Suddenly I woke up (FA) inside another strange place, wondering if it was a double illusion and I had hurt someone on my side as well. Then I woke up for real. (10 minutes.)


Dream #7 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Searching the library for books on the veggie virus. [I don't know why the veggie virus was in so many of this night's dreams.] (7 minutes.)


Dream #8 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Someone invented a device that improved circulation, with numerous other health benefits. (5 minutes.)


(Another fragment, but it's completely illegible so I won't count it.)


Dream #9 (Non-Lucid):
False awakening. Rooted through my bed, which was cluttered with boxes for some reason. I found three missing headphones and a bunch of Nerds candy, among other things.


Dream #10 (Non-Lucid):
J and I went to our old teacher Ms. B for advice; something about our birthdays. I only remember her saying that parents should use both punishment and reinforcement techniques on their children.



Points:
Night 3:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x4) - 4 points
Previous sum: 43 points
Sum: 49 points

Night 4:
2+1+.5+1
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
Previous sum: 49 points
Sum: 53.5 points

Night 5:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
Previous sum: 53.5 points
Sum: 57.5 points

Night 6:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
DILD - 10 points
Previous sum: 57.5 points
Sum: 71.5 points

Night 7:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
Previous sum: 71.5 points
Sum: 75 points

Night 8:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x7) - 7 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x3) - 1.5 points
Library Theme - 5 points
Sum: 15.5 points
Previous sum: 75 points
Comp total: 90.5 points

I'm at a house at night with several others, including coworkers. I feel slightly irritated at all the cars that are parked here. One area is covered by electric vehicles of all kinds, Tesla, Rivians, etc...

Sword Fight With Kid Me
I'm at home, in the gameroom area, by the big round table.
My past self is there. He looks maybe 8 or 9 years old. About the age when we went to Disneyworld.
He says "Are you doing that dreaming stuff?"
I tell him "Yep, trying to!" but I don't become lucid.
Then we decide to have a sword fight. We're just imagining that we are holding swords.
I take a few stabs at him, taking care to not accidently hit him with my arm.
I chase him around the house a bit.
At one point I sit down to rest and he remarks about how lazy I am.
I say "Yeah, having a job will do that to you."
...
There is a cat in a cat-carrier on the floor near the gaming table.
I think to myself that I should let the cat out.
I recall that the cat talked to me and asked me to release it, but I don't know if that actually happened within the dream.
My sister's boyfriend N is there too.
I let the cat out and tell N that he'll need to help me catch the cat later. He agrees.
The cat saunters out lazily and lays down nearby. Totally chill. It seems satisfied that we helped it.
I sit down by the fireplace near the cat. It splays its paws and I play with its footpads.
My sister M is there, and they are talking about one of the third grade teachers from elementary school, Mr. A.
I say "Oh! Is he still teaching?"
M says that Mr. A used to call the place she sat the "Bitch-Chair".
I think about how Mr. A was very perceptive, but don't say it.
Recorded at 6AM, 66% through sleep cycle 5.

At the time of writing my sleep/misophonia earplugs arrived so hopefully I have more sanity to LD more often now lol

Day 5: A new mmorpg came out. Literally named something like "The world's perfect mmo". Generally fun, like a mix of Starfield and Zenith. I had a problem when I named my character after one of the PR characters however. I got an achievement criticizing me for some reason and the NPCs were more aggressive than usual. Woke up while writing about it.

Day 6: Was with a friend and we were just having fun. I gathered a list of memes for us to laugh at, but got occupied with Starfield instead. I was in Neon (one of the in-game cities) when a character looked extremely familiar for some reason, despite me never seeing them before. I asked about it and she just said "I moved on." Stopped playing and watched some Mario 3 speedruns.

…/There’re groups of cartoon like fat people with small thin heads, wearing coats. Some of them are wearing big round hats. They’re standing on platforms at different heights. There’s something like a huge tonearm of a turntable switching from one group to another. They follow its inducted instructions and sing along a melody. Some seem not to know the lyrics and start improvising. I don’t like it although it’s not bad the result. I go down to the lower level of the system. I get to the small yard of my grand parent’s house. The couch of the small living room is out there and another sofa. A short haired arrogant looking pretty girl around 20 is laying along the couch, with the head on the coach arm and both legs crossed on the couch back. She’s wearing black stockings, mini skirt, plaid shirt and a jacket. I want to correct her posture without being direct to avoid rebellious confrontations, just by sitting next to her in order to force her to put the legs down. She doesn’t look clean. I don’t want to get too close to her feet, she’s not wearing shoes. I sit and she turns to put her legs on the table in front of the couch. I think: That’s not the best but much better. I ask for a kiss as reward. She’s angry/…

…/There’s something with my dad/…

My daughter slammed the bathroom door when I was recalling the segments of this dream. That blocked my recall while I was remembering more details and lost the rest of the dream

Riding the Mountains
I'm in a parking lot, leaving a grocery store. It's day.
There is a man in his car parked nearby talking on the phone. He's arguing with someone about the price of apples.
I remember working hard to get the math right in my head, but it comes slowly.
He says that there are six apples with six servings at six dollars each divided by twelve, or something similar.
...
It's night now and I'm approaching my car.
The building has changed from a grocery store to something that reminds me of my Dad's friend's home remodeling business.
I enter my car and start it up.
I see my Dad outside the car he says "The weather here could be storming or worse, and it doesn't even phase you! You've got your windows down all the time!"
I remember thinking something along the lines of "It's really hot where I live, storms aren't exactly an issue" but I don't think I replied.
I start to drive away, but I have problems actually leaving the parking lot.
I can't seem to orient the car to face the proper direction.
I drive down a path leading behind the building to try and find a place to turn around.
I do find one and finally re-orient the car. I have to nick the side of my car on a nearby electrical box to achieve this.
Now I'm progressing along the path I came, but it is different.
It goes up where it didn't before into a mountainous region.
There is rocky tan-colored mud that is causing the car to slip and slide.
It starts to cake onto my car.
My perspective zooms out, and I'm watching my car go through crazy jumps and maneuvers through the mountains.
The car eventually crashes and flips, so I am sent back to the beginning.
It repeats the course but lands on its wheels this time.
My perspective shifts again. Now's I'm standing, and the car is a toy that I can pick up.
I do so and walk the rest of the way up the red rocks on the mountain.
My Dad is at the top laying in a bed. He is surprised that I made it up here.
The room we are in reminds me of the sky room from the bottom of the narrow concrete hole from the Game Grumps dream on 9/2/23.
Recorded at 4:55AM, just after sleep cycle 4.

Dancing in the Store
It's my birthday, and we are in my childhood bedroom. I'm on the far end of the room (If you turn right as you enter and go all the way).
There is an electrical outlet and it has a bunch of game system minis daisy-chained together with USB wires and ports.
I can recall at least a PlayStation 2, but there were more of them.
My brother and my friend D are on the other side of the room.
A third person at the party is setting up some game for us to watch him play.
He has two tablets, the second one folds and is acting as a keyboard for a laptop, while the top tablet is the screen.
There are some pillows and armchair-pillows on the floor and we are all settling in to watch him play whatever this game is.
...
The room now resembles my Grandma P's sitting den. I'm laying on the floor and I'm the last one up.
We are driving to the store to get a cake.
I get up to join the rest of the group in the car.
...
I'm in a big white van, the one we just road-tripped on to go to Denver a few weeks ago in waking life.
I'm opening the side door, and asking the driver to slow down so I can close it easily.
The driver ignores that request, so I jump out and try to slam it shut as best I can as I jump.
I land in the grass in a neighborhood. It's a sunny day.
I walk past a man having a yard-sale. He has a bunch of tables he is trying to sell.
As I walk by he says "Hey there! Whaddya think?!"
I tell him "They look great! But I'm not in the market."
He accepts this answer but seems a little disappointed.
I keep walking and enter another open garage.
I feel a bit guilty at first for invading, but then I realize that the building is kitted-out to be a store anyway.
There are shoes covering the walls with tiny labels with prices on them.
I'm not lucid, but I decide that I want to find a cute girl and dance with her.
I start to clear out an area at the back of the store, moving TVs, chairs, and other furniture.
As I do this, a mousey-looking girl with glasses shows up and starts to watch me.
I realize she is watching, so I make a show about lifting the heavy things easily, and throwing them such that they flip and land right-side up.
When I'm done, I tell here "We're going to dance!" and she agrees.
While I don't know anything about dancing in waking life, apparently dream-me knows at least the basics.
We dance for a while, and then the girl decides to reward me by getting on her knees.
Nice.
...
The store has changed into a work area. There are some tables with PC setups on them, similar to a computer lab.
There's not enough room to comfortably place my legs.
I'm working at my designated spot, but I sneak to a nearby one that I like better.
...
Later on the tables are gone but there is a long-table in the center of the room.
It now resembles more of a conference room than a computer lab.
There is a TV on the wall everyone is watching.
Some major news is happening. Feels like a 9/11 scale event.
Former President George W. Bush is at the table among the group.
A little girl at the table says "Why can't we just call all the Presidents dumb?"
George W. Bush replies "Well, there used to be less of them, and now there are more and they are all stupid!"
Which doesn't make sense, but the spirit of what he's saying is that things were better under him, of course.
Recorded at 6:39AM, just after sleep cycle 5.

The Gym Kitten
I'm at my childhood home laying in my parents' bed.
I have a longhair black kitten. Reminds me of Oreo a bit.
Kitten is very cute. Sleeps a lot.
At one point I went downstairs into the kitchen.
It is accurate to how I remember it in waking memory.
A bit unorganized, dirty.
I'm standing by the shelf left of the fridge (where there were often fruit flies from uneaten fruit).
There is a plastic container of frosted cookies that have been picked over. Half cookies, cookies eaten out of order.
Later, I'm at the gym. It resembles the gym I frequent in the present day.
The kitten is still with me. It is laying on one of the benches on its back.
I have an ACME 5-piece package but I can't recall what was in it. Maybe a container like a lunchbox.
The 4th piece of the set might have been a type of ink-pen, "nothing ink" and it was a golden tube-like object.
I had a toothbrush, and remarked that I didn't need something from the pack due to that.
Recorded at 5AM, just after sleep cycle 4.

Crashing the Banquet
I'm in a banquet hall at a round table.
Reminds me of the reception from KB's wedding, but don't think it was one.
My brother A is there with his wife K. He is wearing a somehow formal version of an Ace Ventura shirt, with the buttons undone.
My friend D is also there, and he tells me I look hot.
There was some discussion about whether I was going to attend the event (while I was already at the event).
I eventually decided to attend. When I come to this conclusion, I'm in a sitting room that reminds me of my ex H's.
Since I am going to attend, I will need to go home and change.
I get up and leave.
Later I am in a palace-like building. It's like my previous rental home, except big and fancy.
My girlfriend S' mom is showering in the bathroom, which is open and around the corner to the bedroom I am in.
I wander over and accidently see her, but don't make out any detail. Embarrassed, I worry about whether she noticed me.
Then I'm driving my car now down a snowy highway road.
I start to lose control of the car and spin out.
The car spins very fast and I try to stay calm.
When the car stops spinning, I am in a neighborhood reminiscent of a childhood one.
I haven't hit anyone or anything.
A man approaches the car and I feel his bad intent.
He starts to flip the car. I notice the car is now a white van.
A couple other men help him.
I get upset and try to yell at them, but I can't. I get frustrated.
I get out of the car and try to confront him, but I can't move or yell.
The man gets into the drivers seat and starts to drive off.
I try to chase and yell but I just create mumbling noises.
There is a box that has some kind of monster in it on the driveway nearby. Maybe a large scorpion.
Recorded at 7AM, 33% through sleep cycle 6.

Fragment 1

…/I’m heading to the end of a low illuminated dark brown corridor with dark green doors on the sides. In stead of a wall at the end, there’s a section of a conveyor belt crossing the way from left to right. The corridor is 3 plates of the conveyor belt bright. This part of the corridor is better illuminated with white lights above the machinery.
There are old but well preserved hard cover brown books on each plate and I’m filling the plates with more books to get piles of three books on each plate while the conveyor moves on. I finish to set the piles and turn to do something else to my left. Looks like I’m very concentrated in some task at work/…

I woke up remembering these scene, and wondered if I should consider it as a theme related fragment for the competition, since such books can often be found in libraries. They might come from one, same as they might go there. One way or another must point into that direction. Anyway, I’m constantly handling the main components of a library although I’m not aware of that during the dream. So I think it could score for that. Working with basic components of a library. I could use these books and the conveyor belt under dream control circumstances, to get straight into a library. May be jumping on one of the plates

Then I considered to give it one more try and started to think about the fragment I remembered and fell asleep somewhere in the process

Fragment 2

…/I’m again in the corridor next to the conveyor belt. The sequence unfolds the same until I start to arrange more objects on the first books. This time I see what I’m arranging on them aren’t other books, it’s my folded clothing. And think: “So, they weren’t all books, there were my clothes as well” and put my pants on the old book to see it disappear to my right carried by the conveyor belt/…

The world was in the hands of an insane dictator, and it was near impossible to travel because his military was trying to kill me while driving. He went to me and said that he'd make it up if we negotiated in person. Then sent out a bunch of these "morphed" things which were really bloated strong aggressive people to kill us. Me and a couple friends were fighting against them. One of my friends slashed it's neck with some pliers and it "fell apart" along with all the other ones. We just ended up leaving before waking up.

Night 3

I didn’t recall any along the day until I opened the refrigerator to see my daughter didn’t buy any other cup of her apparently beloved dessert

…/I open the refrigerator to see my kid brought more cups of the dessert that she didn’t eat for more than a year and are still on the upper corner as a reminder to show her great love for it. I start complaining about that fact with sarcasms/…

Night 4

…/back in my teens, catching up with a friend. He’s talking about his father and how he killed him because of he didn’t want to hear his arguments/…

…/It’s a huge house, I’m walking all around looking for something, possibly recollecting something, not sure. We have to set all in order and there are still two circles left to be finished/…

…/I’m on the street, close to one of the campus of the university of my youth, performing sort of sorcery or ritual with somebody dressed with long hooded clothings. We’re drawing big circles on the floor, with a broom that leaves a line of characters on the floor, turning our body 360 degrees to paint the whole circle with lines that must be perfectly matched in order to have a continuous closed line. It must avoid the evil spirits to come in or something like that. It reminds me an old film about an apprentice that has to spend 3 nights closed in a locked room with a coffin containing the dead body of a witch. I see the signs that form the border of the circle, twist at my will to match their ends. Some characters look like ‘m’s other are just straight lines. I have to finish two more circles of those/…

…/In the kitchen, somebody is washing the dishes and putting them on the dish holder. Turns it downwards and all of the cutlery falls on the floor. I come out of the kitchen and find a coworker is about to get into the bathroom. I stop her to tell something and cannot avoid the impulse to kiss her. She kisses me back and with a gentle push she shows me that she’s in a hurry/…

Drinking Twix
I'm in a grocery store the resembles Target, near one of the aisles.
I see a woman carrying a pop bottle that is larger than standard, but smaller than a two liter.
It is Twix-flavored Sprite.
I say "WOAH WHAT KIND OF FLAVOR IS THAT?!" and she offers to let me try it.
It's actually pretty good.