non-lucid

…/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.

I found myself at my workplace. I was going through the department till I saw a familiar person with his back facing towards me. I looked at his hair and the way he was behaving as I got closer and realized I knew him. It was a co-worker I knew from my last job and this was one of my biggest fears. He then turned around and greeted me saying "Hey it's me, it's good to see you again"

I was shocked, couldn't believe it and it didn't make sense to me at all. I immediately began thinking about who gave him the opportunity to work here. I looked at him and said "No screw this". "This has to be a dream, I can't believe this is happening and I don't even remember driving here and why is it in the afternoon already?"

I must be dreaming as I gain lucidity for a brief moment. That's when all the other co-workers came to celebrate his new position as my captain. They all started acting like they were going to throw a party for his honor. As he approached me saying "It looks like we'll be working again" I lost my lucidity as the dream scene changed right after.

Both mediocre cause I didn't get much sleep recently

Day 2: For context I had a friend who tried getting into game development but it didn't work out. In this dream he finished a project of his but it was really weird, when characters died they kinda just flew upward and the first half of the game you're looking for a sacred knife in this greenhouse. When I got it I woke up.
Day 3: I was held captive by this witch lady who had these drone things that were super fast and shot at me. I found a sword but it was really dull and bent a lot so I smacked it into them while running off. Found a DVD of the little mermaid which I threw into the ocean for some reason before waking up lol

I'm back in MeiSEKAI for the first time in a while, with an LD to show off for comp! Unfortunately I don't have time to add much detail to non-lucids >_<

NIGHT 1

Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: S was still in Morocco, and J and I seriously shipped Ms. T with a new (false) assistant English teacher. I put their (illegible) together.

Frag2: Checking out colleges but not really? Kind of a blur. Later saw S and mom, she snapped at S to not "act different." Then I (illegible).

Woke at 2:50 and WBTB.


Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
Frag1: Ms. T and another teacher kept writing on a board that English and Art were not useless.

Frag2: Dude had a lot of money but was saving it to go on a trip to/with/for the person he likes. He thought it was funny and didn't seem to know why he liked her, but said that she was "relaxing." 5:30 WBTB.


Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Featured an expert on "letter analysis." 6:50 WBTB.


Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
Plot1: MC ran away from home... actually, he flew away from home, which set off alarm bells in the back of my NEO mind. He stole J & L's dad's car and drove off with their (false) dogs. Ended up in a hotel and kept getting notifications from his 3DS, but didn't wanna respond in case it could be tracked. So he searched it up on his phone, not knowing that phones are trackable.

At some point he looked out the window of his hotel room and saw his classmates(?) on a field trip. One kid spotted him and, for some reason, MC didn't break eye contact. The kid told the group and ran into the hotel, bursting into MC's room, but by that point he'd already flown out the window. He was pursued, and they had a conversation I can't remember.

Plot2: An assassin on the job decided to kill another guy on the side. But when said guy turned the corner, he made eye contact and flashed the revolver at his hip. MC was a bit startled. He pressed himself against the wall so he couldn't be seen from a ledge above, a good thing because moments later revolver guy was standing on it, mimicking a seductive woman's voice to try and lure MC into the open.

Ironically MC's interest was piqued not because he was fooled, but because that was also his method of killing. If the dream had continued, it would've turned into a gay assassin x assassin romance.

Plot3: An evil man was on trial, and a woman stood up to testify. In an NEO-moderated speech she said that even worse than the things he was on trial for, was the fact that he had groomed her teenage son. Everyone clapped and when she went into the back room, she received a bunch of Project Sekai rewards. One of them was a song so obscure it surprised me to the point of being impressed. Woke at 8:29 and had to get up.


NIGHT 2

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I was "getting a story" from out of a trash can, both manipulating each other. [I have no idea what I meant.] The videos were mostly ads and extremely generic. I was thinking about cognitive abilities and lucid dreams, hoping they would mention them. 4:00 WBTB.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid)
Plot1: A journalist was jumping around trying to capture interesting moments between [stopped writing for some reason].

Plot2: I told my mom I didn't know how to do something, and she started screaming, calling me a pathetic waste of space and an effing idiot and et cetera. I just stood there waiting for her to stop.

Plot3: This was the largest part of the dream but I couldn't quite remember it. A bunch of people were fighting about something on a reality TV show… at some point I told my mom I was recording them to placate her. 5:30 WBTB.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
Very brief yuri plot, teacher x teacher. One of them had the asexual flag tattooed on her palm and was upset about something. Her partner suggested they move out because Japan was too (illegible, but something similar to conservative?). 7:00 WBTB.


Dream #4 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
(Illegible, something about people not taking my advice.) S had to give advice instead, which is ironic. 7:30 WBTB.


Dream #5 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Someone was trying to understand someone else's culture. 8:00 WBTB.


Dream #6 (Lucid):
Plot1: There was a lesbian TV show being played somewhere, and I found one of the actresses in my basement. I told her that I thought the show had been made in the 60s or 70s, but actually it was released in 2022. She told me that the other main lead found a husband and they were no longer in contact, but it was clear she missed her and implied that she wanted us to go find her.

Plot2: I was in the basement talking to my dad, when I saw my dog Nile sitting outside the sliding glass doors. I told Z and he went out to get him, but walked right past, even as he went from puppy- to normal-size. To prank him I brought Nile inside and shut the doors, but he came back with a nearly identical dog in his arms!

"Um, Z, that's not Nile," I said, but they looked so similar I doubted myself. Then another dog appeared and suddenly we were outside in our neighborhood. A glass dome surrounded it, and the grassy part in the middle had become a jungle. We were searching for the dogs that weren't Nile, to return them to their owners. I think I examined floating screenshots to find out that one's name was Riddick.

Other animals were in the jungle as well, and they all had "file names" you could view by focusing in on them. Some were just the name of the animal ("parakeet") but others were more personal ("the weird one"). There was also a gigantic moose walking around.

"I didn't know moose were that big," my dad said.

"I know right? It's scary." I pulled out my phone to take a picture, but paused when it turned in my direction. "Uh, is it…?"

I slowly started drifting away (we'd been flying the whole time), but when it stepped closer, I turned tail and accelerated so quickly it worried me. I could hear its footsteps thundering behind me, so I flew higher and higher, trying to reach a tall tree for cover. But then I saw the glass dome and decided to phase through it like I do in my dreams, which got me lucid!

I kept going, flying as fast as a jet (now that I think about it, this is Advanced Flying, isn't it?), and there were clouds and green fields below me as far as the eye could see, zipping past in a blur. My fear of heights seemed to have disappeared, and I was enjoying it so much that I pushed myself to go faster and faster. At some point I tried to shoot fireballs out of my hands, but it didn't work.

Okay, okay, I gotta think, what should I do for comp? The first thing that popped into my head was three-step tasks, and with some difficulty I remembered "Fly" as my first. Check!

I incorrectly remembered DC Manipulation/Mind Control as my second, so I flew down to the first DC I spotted. She was a young woman in a crop jacket and loose jeans, nose buried in her phone.

I whispered under my breath for her to get on her stomach and crawl, not loud enough to hear. But it was only when I made her want to do it, when I imagined her doing it, that she flopped onto her stomach. Still, she didn't crawl, and I started to worry that it wouldn't count for the competition if she didn't fully follow through. I had the sense that I was short on time.

"Crawl!" I yelled, but she just lay there with an expression of lazy smugness. Again I made her want to do it, imagined her doing it, and she did! She crawled forward! I was ecstatic, but before I could even think about my third task, I woke at 8:30 and had to get up. Pretty successful dream, though, even if it was short and I messed up the task order!

I actually have two or three more LDs to add from my period of inactivity, but I'll deal with them later. Oh yeah, and I filled up another DJ, though my handwriting has gotten much worse since then

Points:
Night 1:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3) - 3 points
Sum: 5.5 points

Night 2:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x3) - 1.5 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
DILD - 10 points
Fly + First Chosen Task - 10 5 points
Advanced Flying - 10 points
Interact with a Dream Character - 2 points
DC Manipulation / Mind Control - 5 points
Sum: 42.5 37.5
Previous sum: 5.5 points
Comp total: 48 points 43 points

Lil sketch:

…/I see a black and white drawing art of a modern house. The paper size is around an A2. It’s hanging on the outside of a building in front of a glass door I have in front of me inside of this building. I see the picture breaking into pieces with the wind while I open the door/…

…/Some coworker pooped on his pants three times, there’s something spoiled in the work place because of it, I’m still confused about the incident. We’re working at night with very low illumination. I don’t get the new distribution of areas. There’s a lot of work taking place changing the distribution of items along the different aisles/…

It’s a very recurrent dream scenario

…/I’m working in a Sorter which is distributing the different media into its respective cells, it’s sort of huge warehouse with 4-5 story buildings inside. I’m getting close to one of the corners of the transport band which is being loaded by people on a platform some levels away to my front. I see the moment when a large thin book gets stuck at the end of one of the curves. The coming articles which are also large books, start to crash after it and get stuck in a chaotic way. It’s starting to be a mess. I run and pull the squeezed book out of its plate, to let the rest of the material flow again. It’s a large light blue book and is ruined on the corner. Looks like it’s a book for kids and it’s too large to be put on the plate of the sorter. I get angry because of somebody intentionally put it there in spite of it was way too large. I walk to the upper levels. I see an ex-girlfriend working there, she looks perplexed. I keep walking some levels up until I find my brother and ask him if he knows where to find our uncle who is one of the auxiliary teachers in the place. He has no idea where to find him. Somebody says he’s somewhere straight ahead, on the top office of one of the buildings which is close to a big yard, where a group of students in sport uniform forming a block are following the instructions of some trainer. I feel like I’m not going to be able to talk right now with my uncle, so I try to figure out who might be the person to talk with about the incident of this book/…

I failed to realize because of the rush, this uncle passed away long ago and his DC sometimes uses to be a dream sign.

The REM rebound is real

The Stylin' Spider Boss
I'm in a Zelda boss arena that reminds me of the Wizzrobe battle in Stone Tower Temple from Majora's Mask.
The boss is a large spider-like creature, and the solution is to shoot it in the eye.
It drops arrows periodically, in case the player runs out.
Later I'm in another Zelda boss arena. This time it is like Stallord's from Twilight Princess, but with a forest theme.
The boss is a spider-like creature, with long spindly legs. It might be the same one from before.
My girlfriend S has painted the legs purple and put converse shoes on the legs.
Zoro from One Piece is resting against the locked boss door, watching the battle.
He's saying something to Usopp, also from One Piece.

Fragment
It's night-time on a modern-military boat.
Jiraiya from Naruto is leaning over the railing on the front of the deck.
Some conversation has just happened, had to do with passing responsibility on to the next generation.

Basement Fort
I'm in a large basement, fully completed. A young boy is using it as his room.
It reminds me of Grandma P's current basement.
The boy has built a fort out of blankets, sheets, and chairs. He reminds me of S's cousin J.
There is a set of locks in the sheets, where the keys would open the door. There are 5 or 6 of them.
My sister's boyfriend N and my Dad are there.
They are hanging out on a large sitting area, with half-circles of leather couches facing a TV.
This section of the basement looks like the one from the home I grew up in.
My brother A has just returned from travel. He is carrying a lot of luggage and seems overbeared.
But he is handling it.
Fun commentary here...my brother has a young boy due any day now. I don't really believe in premonition, but maybe this dream is saying that he will be OK?

Fragment
I'm at a wedding ceremony. Anju and Kafe from Majora's Mask are getting married.
They are thanking me for helping them with jobs around town that got them to this point.
There is another person at the wedding who is trying to have me arrested for meddling.

The Arcade on Top of the Hill
I'm in a big hilly place. There is an arcade-hotel at the top of a large hill.
I'm now at the arcade. Lots of lights and sounds.
I run into Arin Hanson from Game Grumps.
I tell him I'm a big fan and he decides to hang out with me.
We walk around the arcade a bit and then leave through a back-door.
We're outside, back in the hilly area. There is a concrete floor, with a hole and a ladder leading down.
He says we have to go down there.
I tell him I can't because of my knee.
The hole shrinks, such that a person could just barely fit.
I try to squeeze through, but I can't.
I think that maybe using some oil would work.
I remember there is a train I need to catch.
I really am recovering from knee surgery, so I was aware enough to reflect that here.

Fragment
I can recall a fleeting image of a sky palace area, where paradoxically, the hole from the previous dream would lead.

Still stuck in this semi lucidity rut.

I am on a mission to the center of the galaxy. When I get there I learn that I have been transported to a hell dimension. The universe around me was twisted. Red stars, black holes and continent sized chunks of land covered in screaming damned souls in rivers of lava being tortured by demons. An alien race like the borg (at least in that they used cube shaped ships and were cyborgs, but seemed like good guys past that) decided to assist me as I am being sent to kill a high level dream demon.

Their cube shaped ships assemble into a 12x12x12 cube formation that is hollow on the inside consisting of 728 ships. They explain that the demon we are hunting is very powerful and he can teleport, slip back into the fabric of reality, or so on and they can project a field which restricts his ability to do so and puts him in a weakened state. But only if their ships physically interlock like this and form a shield. The good borg also explain that the hell universe outside will be very draining on their shields and that they can only do this for a limited time so I have to be quick.

They assemble the formation around one of the continents. As the ships lock together the rivers of lava and tormented souls fade away and the continent changes to this “flat earth” style landmass with oceans, grasslands, beaches, and forests. I look down and see the demon standing on the beach. I land on the beach and he spawns minions, some kind of alien spider-like creatures (kind of like the bugs from starship troopers) that I never get a good look at. I spawn my own minions, powerful robots carrying large gatling guns firing some kind of smart bullets.

I remember very distinctly looking back over my shoulder. Seeing the sky made out of the assembled cube spaceships and and my robot minions coming up out of some kind of higgs boat type landing craft. I then remember that a lot of good borg are risking themselves to trap this demon in a weakened form and I should not be distracted.

I spawn my bow and kill the demon without much fanfare. The formation of ships disassembles immediately after, with the good borg stating that doing that was putting more strain on their starships than they would have liked. They explain that them killing that demon caused time ripples because the demon existed in multiple time periods at once. The effects on earth are negligible but they show me a map of michigan with different counties. The eastern side of the state looks more normal but the western side of the state is divided up into hundreds of thin horizontal counties. They explain that this was the layout the citizens and governing officials in michigan originally wanted but the demon manipulated how the borders were drawn to gerrymander the state and get corrupt politicians into office. Now that the demon had been killed the damage had been retroactively undone. The good borg explain that these types of missions are responsible for creating the mandela effect in people and that many people will remember the old boundaries and think its weird.

I bid the good borg well and fly down. I am at a lodge restaurant with my father in michigan now, but it is still the same dream. Semi lucid, I say I don’t want to have more dreams about my father. The dream scene changes to my high school and I say “no, no! No school dream either!” but the dream scene doesnt change. I feel false memories come in telling me I need to go to my 9th grade english class but I push past them.

I find Manei in the hall and say hi. We begin walking together and I notice she has a piece of computer paper with a color picture of uranus taped to her bottom. I rip it off and show it to her asking her if someone stuck it on without her knowing. She says no, that she just put it on there as a joke and people need to have a sense of humor about themselves. She then points out that the calk around the window we are walking by is new. That is because the last time someone touched her butt without her consent she threw them out the window and therefore it had to be replaced, and no boys harass her after heaving about that story because they are scared of her.

I was dating a bimbo character from a tween sitcom I used to watch when I was in middle school, we pull this prank where we start making out as I finger her in the car during a traffic jam in the highway. We then end up at a reunion of my middle school and we find this hidden room behind the bleachers in the auditorium, but the entire time we're distracted by classmates and such, all whom now grown up and have full-time jobs or do sick stuff like volunteering in Africa or something. Finally, there's a moment where the television sitcom girl and I have a moment to be together during which we have this really mature conversation realising that we're not compatible.
I'm not 100% what the rest of my dream was about anymore but I think something with a DJ gig I had even though I don't know how to DJ.

Dream was in English with the sitcom girl and Dutch with the classmates.

Fragments

…/in 3rd person view, for some reason I’m rolling spaghetti from the floor into rolls of hot clothing. The last one I’m holding has a Rosa cream blouse rolled on it. It doesn’t hold good enough and I start having difficulties to put it back into position/…

…/I’m walking among tended white clothing in an open space in the woods. It’s Halloween time and I think to myself: Of course! It’s Halloween and now they are preparing the white clothing/…