non-lucid

I'm in a long hallway with Gandalf from Lord of the Rings and someone else. The dark silhouette of Sauron is approaching in his fiery aura and he intends to hurt us or something- I ask Gandalf what he recommends we should do. Gandalf recommends to me that we should take a knee so as to not piss Sauron off any more than he already is (a bit ironic considering he criticized Saruman for saying pretty much the same thing xD). I'm stubborn so when Sauron is finally standing before us I try and attack him so that he is focused on me and not on the others. This doesn't go so well- I feel lots of imagined mental pain, and this is enough to wake me up.

D1 - Person meditating and everytime they stopped they would come out of blissful state and start being really sad so would desperately get back into trance lol.

D2 - Some kind of long escape dream. I am out in the wilds and being attacked by a savage wolf, I use my powers to project a laser beam from my finger tips through its head, just in time. It was right in my face literally. A load of survivors have some kind of explosion in there cabin but they are not hurt just woken up, even though it blew the roof off.

D3 - In Elizabethan in england I am being persecuted and there is some kind of trial with a lady in a powdered wig. I am being killed by being fed a biscuit with cheese that has poison on it. I manage to pretend to only eat some and escape. I am not happy and try to strangle poisoner there throat feels like a plastic tube, that i am about to break, so i don't.
On my computer I am trying to get rid of adware virus. I am then spyed again and chased. I run through a door onto a white staircase I jump and use anti-gravity powers to climb down the outside of the stairs. Its hard but I managed to get under a doorway and still on the ceiling I hide.
At this point I can feel it all getting very vivid, pressed against the ceiling I feel myself getting a semi lucid.

WBTB - I am annoyed at not getting lucid during competion

Fragment. I am half a sleep half awake, dreaming of kissing someone vividly

D4 - I am in a flea bitten room, an old house with lurid orange checked carpet and a white chair and wooden table and sofa and bookcase. Lucid I stare at the carpet, I remember that I only need to look and not think of changing it (as per hypnagogic experiences). The spot of carpet I concentrate on becomes a raised circle then a tube like toothpaste squeezed out. I am satisfied with this and then wildly think "I am lucid, quick what are the totm and competition goals". I can't remember new goals only last compettion one of bringing someone into your dream from other team.
I think of Elaineylane but can only picture her arty green avatar pic and not what she looks like. Then I remember what I think she looks like, its not right at all I realise afterwards.
She appears on the chair at the table. I rack my brains to think of other tasks then get sidetracked as a woman starts giving me a bj, its nice but I draw my thoughts away and stop. I need to remember more goals. Shit I come out of dream.

D5 - I go straight back into dream only this time carpet is blue checked. I lay near carpet and try to change it but as i'm forcing nothing happens (I don't realise till after).
I remember and rub my hands over surface of carpet and table top to stabilise, as I don't want to pop out of this dream to soon. There is someone else in the room in an arm chair but i am drawn to the large old tv by the window.
I grab the remote and after a few flicks, switch on the tv. There are very nice Oo woman in black lycra.
Making them appear out of tv doesn't work so I touch my hands to the screen and pull.
Unfortunately as I am forcing they get stretched out of shape and look just plain weird. They are quite deformed now poor things and not sexy at all with different shaped body parts, some huge some spindly.
I look to the window, it is white framed and double glazed. I pull it open and am transfixed for a while by the layer of this plastic that has been left on the window (from when it was bought)
It makes the glass have a very green irredesent tinge with an oily rainbow round the edges.
Clambering up onto the ledge, I see that outside the window is a floating stall. Up above the street below, we have loads of kitchen cabinets and things suspended by magic in the air for punters to look at.
I clamber up among these and look down at the bright sunny street below, full of lots of passers by.
A feeling from a previous dream that I will be grabbed before I can start flying fills me. I push off from next to a cabinet and sure enough someone grabs at my shoe. After a few seconds I free myself but am throw off course. I fly up above the street then land down on the pavement.
I summon someone and a russian lady in a white raincoat appears, she has black hair with a scarf.
We teleport to a shopping centre (how romantic) and I start to make out with her but very soon get bored with the sex feeling its a waste and wake up out of the dream.

Me and another person were in a car. We were both preteens, and we were on our way to pull a heist or something of the sort. We were stopped by an elderly policeman because I was an underage driver. I saw myself having options on how to deal with the situation. I felt like I have been here before and picked the option to trick the policeman and escape. I also saw an option to beat him up with a blunt object. I decided to pick the latter out of curiosity. I hit him several times as he got more and more agitated and didn't see fazed by being hit, but he finally collapsed, although he didn't suffer any physical damage. I felt bad so we hauled him to the hospital.

The doctor thought we were just helpful kids. LIttle did she know that I caused this. She said that the man had suffered a stroke. So I suppose he didn't get hurt at all from being hit. Jeez, who's this guy, old Superman?

I have been super bad with staying motivated with doing anything related to lucid dreaming.. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I'm so deplete by the end of the day both mentally and physically. Work drains the brain and the sports I do just wear my body out . I wrote a few dreams up a while ago and just reached my 64th lucid dream. I feel like I should have had more lucid dreams and better progress by now, but I know this is a hobby that requires patience.

Shark dream
I dreamed about being in an enclosure, like an aquarium or zoo. The place I was in had an aquatic part and I remembered getting into the water. There was a huge shark in there but I wasn't fussed, it didn't bother me and when it swam up to me to try eat me, I just leaped up and stepped on its head then jumped over it. I felt like I was dodging around it playfully. My friends were in another pool nearby so I headed over to them.

I was playing SCP: Containment Breach one day on a fresh new save. I was trying out this new mod that made the game more gruesome and terrifying. I was in my cell, immediately noticing the extended height of the ceiling and the lump of moldy flesh on the sink and the toilet. Almost immediate, the door opens. The guard doesn't say anything, so I just leave the cell anyways. "tomorrow is vacant," the guard said. "and today, everything is wrong". All of a sudden, everything starts to bloom and glow so much that i can barely make out my surroundings. The background music stops entirely. all the while, I hear this weird metal grinding sweep noise as I fall face-up onto the ground.

23.10.2016

(Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was boarding a pirate-like ship in Miami. Daniela had picked me up at the airport and we hooked up on the way to the port. I was Captain of the ship. The tripulation included Tyrion and Jaime Lanister, and my miami friends too. There was a curse though, I had to keep my hands covered at all times or the demon would wake up and come for us. The demon was kinda like Samara from the Ring, although it occasionally changed into a monster. It was sleeping in one of the cabins, and we tried to stay away from it. At one point someone gave me a towel, but it was too small, and the demon woke up and started walking towards us, Samara style.





Eventually the curse broke and the girl stood up, she was a shy, pretty girl. We are arrived at a port and I told Alejandro I wanted to sleep with Dani. I then realized Dani's sister had heard me. At that point, my gf shows up and I then realized I couldn't sleep with Dani, it would be wrong. I helped my gf get off the boat.

This was a longer dream but I didn't write about it upon waking up. Although it sounds like a bit of a nightmare, I wasn't really too scared at any point. I love sea and pirate-related things, so just the fact that I was captain of a pirate ship I think made up for the whole being haunted by a demon thing.
In dreams I often have partial waking-memory, in this case I had totally forgotten I had a gf until she showed up. I used to feel guilty about this upon waking up, but then, there are dreams in which I don't even remember who I am IWL, so I think it is understandable.

Morning of October 23, 2016. Sunday.



In my dream, I am only about twelve years old. I had missed my school bus and I decide that I will walk to school (regardless of the fact that it would take far too long in reality). There is no memory of my current conscious self identity.

On my way, I go through what I consider to be a part of the supposed normal school bus route but in actuality it is through a few unfamiliar areas. In one area, there are about four features (not close together) that look like oversized birdhouses that seem to be for some sort of ritualistic purpose or perhaps are implied to be small wayside shrines. There is a sense of nonthreatening eeriness to the region. The birdhouses’ entrances look like tree silhouettes, which adds to the eeriness. I remain uncertain of whether or not I have to acknowledge these seemingly important artifacts before moving on, but I decide to keep walking.

The last part of my journey involves walking through a field of grass that is up to my knees. However, off to my left, is a long perimeter of higher grass (about six feet high) and weeds and thin shrubs. An unrealistic number of insects (not venomous) continue to swarm out over me and the rest of the area, making a buzzing sound. Although this is a somewhat difficult situation in that so many flying insects are slowing my progress towards an area where other students are standing around near the school, I am not annoyed. In fact, I am focused on the extreme vividness and seeming beauty of the area as I walk along, becoming lucid in the final moments, though letting my dream fade.

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The main reason for this dream was from looking at a number of school bus dreams from the 1970s yesterday, so much of my residual thoughts were focused on that and were eventually rendered into the typical autosymbolic journey that leads back into consciousness, waking life, and the conscious self identity. The birdhouse-like structures represent the usual flight symbol factor from autosymbolism relating to vestibular system dynamics that occurs in over twenty percent of my dreams (averaging out to about two dreams per normal sleeping period), and subliminal associations with our own bedroom and being home (rather than being out walking around as my illusory dream implies). The eerie tree silhouettes in place of the birdhouse doors is a subliminal association with my physical body not moving in sleep, with the whole birdhouse-like feature with a vague subliminal anticipation of the common hypnopompic kick or waking start. I also tend to dream about long grass when I am subliminally aware of the bed sheet pulling on my legs more than usual. The buzzing insects at the end were autosymbolic for the subliminal perception of increased neural activity, which also triggers certain types of lucidity as here. This dream is similar to a number of other dreams since childhood, including “Wayside Shrine” from January 1, 2002.

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Bed @ 2125
Woke @ 0155

On an alien spaceship
I'm watching a movie in which a general is addressing his men. The general and his men are all aliens which just look like men who have been painted with a mix of silver and gold metallic paint. I recognize that the general is a famous actor, but I can't remember who he is or what else he's been in. For a famous actor, I'm surprised at how "ordinary" he looks - he's got a rather blocky face and some pretty bad buck teeth. In a way, I'm kind of glad - Hollywood tends to put forward people who are "too perfect." The general is telling his troops that he's been working on making a movie, and that it's almost done, but that higher-ups in his command have demanded that he add a new character, "Hiss," before the film ships. He lets people know that they're going to have a rare chance to watch filming happen and possibly even be involved in the process.

Now I'm looking at a screen of some sort. The general starts distinguishing between groups of reptilian soldiers based on whether or not they're married and whether or not they've helped a female bear eggs. The screen is split into columns, and a pattern of tiny lizard footprints appears in the relevant column as he speaks of each group and their eggs. * Now I'm walking through the spaceship. I pause and look into an open doorway on my right and see a small, poorly lit room. Now I have the feeling that the general has his eye on me and is toying with me. I'm walking down a very bare hallway, and I feel that something is wrong. I turn around and find a closed door right behind me where a moment ago there was only empty hallway. I turn back around to find that the end of the hallway is now just a few feet away. I look at the wall to my right and find that, while it was bare a moment ago, it now has an unmarked door. I decide to try using diffuse vision (from the dream yoga class) to watch both ends of the hallway at the same time. I look straight at the wall and let my vision unfocus slightly, and I find I'm able to watch the wall, the door, and the end of the hallway. After a few moments, I can see the hallway actually redrawing itself. When it's done, the single door has been replaced by a pair of doors for men's and women's bathrooms. I briefly consider going into the women's but decide to go into the men's instead.

Now I'm in the men's bathroom. A white tiled hallway extends away in front of me, eventually opening out into the bathroom proper. Halfway down the hallway I see a very petite woman standing across from a large wall-mounted mirror. She greets me and lets me know that, by entering this room, I've lost. She asks me to look at the floor, at the pattern of white and grey tiles, and notes that every single white tile is a bad end. I realize that I'm dreaming. I say something about her dog, and it lies down and rolls onto its side. I don't like her, so I tell her to turn around and put her hands on the wall. To my surprise, she immediately complies.* Now I'm talking to the guy who's responsible for building traps on the ship.


Fragment: I've got an overhead view of small pools of water connected by narrow streams of water, laid out in a kind of grid.


BTB @ 0215
Woke @ 0700 /w no recall

Nap: 1445-1615

Playing on a trampoline
I'm on a large rectangular-ish trampoline with my eldest son and eldest daughter. At first, I jump near them; but when my daughter tries to hold me down, I scold her, saying it's dangerous to do that, then start jumping away from them, trying to keep them from getting me. There's enough space on this trampoline that I bet I can do it indefinitely, so I'll need to be careful to give them enough success that they don't get frustrated.


Japanese infiltration
I'm in Japan, getting ready to board a bus. It's large and black, and it has white writing on the side. The driver is standing to the left of the steps, greeting passengers as they get on. I have an armful of stuff, and I've got some kind of identity/payment card in my right hand. As it comes to my turn to board, I remember my card and free my hand a bit from my bundle, kind of waving the card at the driver; then I realize it might not actually be what I need, so I try to ask him how I'm supposed to pay for the trip. He doesn't understand my question and answers something completely different. I try asking my question another way, and he says that the steps will turn into a slippery ramp if someone tries to board who shouldn't be there. I'm starting to get a bit flustered, and I ask him how the bus knows if someone belongs or not. At this point, a woman who's standing nearby starts laughing and tells the driver I must be a tourist who doesn't know that this is a reserved bus. I'm annoyed and embarrassed, but I go over to talk to her since she seems to know knows what's going on and is fluent in English.

Now I've been talking with her for a while, but we're now standing on some kind of steps in the corner of a huge room. I thank her for her help and her advice and apologize for having to excuse myself. I'm doing some kind of infiltration, and she's gotten me inside, but there s more to do. Now I'm flying out of a huge indoor tunnel, and pursuit is close behind. Now I'm struggling along a walkway running on the outside of a large missile that's in flight.


Fragments:
I'm in a cozy room filled with small rectangular tables. Something about Emily and her family.

I'm outside on a grassy field - something is worrying me.

Took a big swig of Valerian at bed time. Super tired over a week of little sleep. Didn't recall much throughout the night, until the final dreams of the morning before the (fairly early) alarm hit: a loooooooong epic that just kept going. Fewer points but I like the continuity!

+ dancing competition in class, I do ice skating

+ epic [long, vivid] "The Titanic Crashes in Point, Nevada"
I'm driving a car on the freeway in Nevada with my wife. I point out to here, "see, the hills start here, it looks totally like the moon!" Like I always say with this view:


I come upon a light turning red as I pass through, my wife says "careful!" (we don't want to get a ticket). While driving I switch to an overhead map view, and I get a call from my parents. They say that they have reserved a place for us in Point. I google for it on the map and all I see is a small place marked "Pt." on the map, I think this is a common search term. My mom tells me that it is about the same distance from us that Santa Barbara is from San Diego. I think, wait, that's really far, I don't want to go that far. Then I see an overheat of Point, with a large resort called "Point". It's like I'm now looking at a scale model, and something slips out of place and an old guy puts it back.

Then I'm inside the resort in the dining room. There are people about and we're trying to find the best food. There are pastries on tables. Moving about from room to room, something about a crash?

In airplane-style seating. I have my seat at the right edge of the row against the wall. It's very important to have a seat (or you won't be saved?). I'm thinking a lot about my seat and the # and my ticket. G28? I have a nametag on my shirt with my seat number. A small black boy comes by, he says he's the ticket guy, I'm dubious, I won't want to hand him my ticket because I don't want to lose my seat. I want to just show him a piece of paper from the seat. But then it turns out that I'm in the wrong seat, that I need to switch with some guy a few aisles down, I see that his seat is worse than mine, in the middle of a row. He's happy to improve his seat. In the end he sits back down and there is a liquid chugging sound and it turns out he's on drugs which are hooked up to tube delivery system on the back of his chair, now facing its back to me.

Some people had rushed me earlier, and I think they may have switched my seat number tag. I look down at it and it now says "D30".

Now two pretty girls approach us and want to sit with us even though they don't have tickets for our row. They sit very close, basically on my lap

Spoiler for sexual encounter:

One of them has her hand on my erection through the outside of my pants, she keeps it there for a while. The two girls start making out passionately right in front of me, just inches away, I see them "chewing face" quite clearly, it's very erotic. Then I start moving my hand along one girl's stomach up under her shirt towards her boobs, but I stop myself and think "No, I don't want to be 'that guy', that takes advantage of a girl in need"

Then I'm moving through the ship, we're trying to get out (it has crashed?) the rooms are all at a funny angle, I move past the bridge and the captain's chair out a door to the outside. A senior crew member says something.

Then I'm standing on a hilltop in a desolate area outside, in the distance to the right there is a very high hill, I ask an old guy who's standing there, if it gets snow in the winter, he indicates yes, several feet, and it's good for skiing. Then I see a mountain in front of me to the left of the hill, it's close, huge, craggy, with a tall overhang near the top, and the entire left side is like a vertical jagged razor-sharp edge. I say/think "hah I bet it's impossible to climb that thing!" and then I look and see a trail of climbers on the mountain. They're connected using a buckle to a wire-line placed on the mountain. I/the guy says something about not trusting your life to a buckle.

Standing out in the desolate area, the guy is giving advice about how to survive the cold: you have to just go and find somebody to hook up with and huddle together for warmth. I think I'd much rather find a girl to huddle with but I may need to find a guy.

Then there's an alien sort of bounty/prize hunter there with a Krull-like-glaive "starfish" blade living familiar-thing that he throws at some victim guy.

The victim guy catches it and throws it back at the hunter. The living glaive stops in mid-air, reverses direction back towards the initial victim, and is exposing its teeth how and hits the victim.

Up for about 3 hours.

Nap, "Empty mind" meditation, fall asleep

+ [semi-lucid feeling] strange house. I'm observing a house with strange things in it. I'm simultaneously outside and inside the house, I see that bags/(sheep?) have been piled up against the windows. I'm trying to identify all the weird stuff inside. I eventually go inside an distinctly notice an "animal" smell like this is a room where a pet has stayed for many years. There are DCs here and I'm feeling frisky so I whip it out and wonder which one to approach for some attention, dream fades.

+ son S2 burns the burgers and slops soy sauce all over the floor in a large puddle. I do a double take on the large puddle in the middle of the room. Then I notice the lower oven storage shelf is pulled out and there are 3-4 burnt-looking burgers sizzling there in a sauce that is overflowing the aluminum foil and that's what's causing the puddle on the floor. I say something to son S2 about this mess and he quips a response.

+ [semi-lucid feeling] flying around my CH trying to avoid being seen by a visitor who's just behind me I wonder if I should take off flying, if I can get up over the roof of the house and the tall bushes before he comes around the corner, I decide to do it and I notice that on the street a large truck has parked on our property, completely parked on top of the juniper bushes off of the road, that's quite rude I think, I settle down on my back in the bushes as the guy following me heads for his truck then I think it's not his truck, then he's shining a light down on to me and I think he's found me. Then we're at the neighbor's house right there inspecting some new construction, it's a little work shed, I see inside there is a table with some tools on it, and I see the door which is slightly ajar has a fancy motion detector on it. I'm working with a big glass window to the little work room, there is an odd ball-and-socket connector that I just can't get to snap, the socket keeps pushing away when I press the ball connector into it, and I think that despite having a lot of experience [FALSE] with this connector, it's funny that I can't get it to snap in place. I look to my left and I see the neighbor friend of mine and some unknown girl in between us, dark hair, I look away from her. I hear the voices of the neighbor family talking, I'm thinking that the now-grown children may have moved back home to take care of their mother.

A woman made a deal with one of my kind, a short man in a black suit who irritates me, and so he's placed his mark on her wrist, a symbol in the shape of a sword, representing "Iudex," the judge. This will allow him to possess her, though she was unaware of this. I'm furious. He's well within his rights, but I deeply dislike him and his people who bear that symbol; I'm going to destroy his mark. It's not difficult, any changes to the lines in her skin will do the job. I ask her to choose the method (a knife) and if she wants me to do it for her or if she'd rather do it herself (she asks me to do it), three horizontal cuts distort the symbol sufficiently, and then I set out a bandage for her.

Last night bed 8pm - 3:20am

DR at 2:32am

We are looking out of the windows of a 2-3 story at some single story buildings and a wall behind them. Two tornados are getting closer. We rush outside and start herding kids from a school yard away from it. Someobody runs on the ground, I'm running on tops of the buidlings. I think the tornados are gone, but as I looke behind me, they are still coming. They are rather light in color, only a few feet wide and not connected to the skies.

We stop at the end of this row of buildings, out of direct danger. As I stand in the alley between the buildings and another wall, I feel strong winds and heavy objects flying by my head. I realize I should not be standing in narrow, opened passage where there is nothing to duck behind. I realize it's a lesson and I'm about to pull out my notebook from back pocket and write down this lesson #1. I walk behind the corner of this building I was standing next to and now I'm out of the direct path of the wind.

No feeling of danger at all.

I was a bit too excited from yesterday's dream and changed my mantra. I'm not sure if that was a contributing factor but I ended up not recalling anything except waking up several times in the night and doing reality checks, and being unable to remember my previous dreams. All i can salvage is a single dream fragment where I was in a shared bedroom dormitory with people from my university, and we were about to go to sleep, so I guess that False Sleeping is a thing now.

1 pt non lucid
2 pts wbtb
= 3 3 + 105= 108 for total contest

3 Step Goal:
Fly
Element Manipulation
Practice a Waking Life Hobby

Personal New Goals:
Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
Find my dream house
Take a magical train to another country

Week 2 task Intermediate:
Put on a halloween costume and gain the powers/abilities of the costume.


I was working in this pet store. It was really odd. There was one huge tank in particular that was like a big globe w/ a see through bottom & was way up in the air. I was almost under it but to the side. I saw a shark in it & shot at it which shattered the tank. Everyone was mad at me & we were all scrambling to save the fish & other creatures in the tank. I found these 3 kittens that were the size of a new born kitten & they were gasping for air & soaked. I didn't know how to help them. I was so confused because I couldn't tell if they were like some sort of "catfish" & were gasping because of not being in water or if they were essentially almost drowned some how.

Did wbtb but don't remember the last dream because I couldn't hold onto it due to a disruption in the house.

Ritual: Ongoing dry spell. I'm not sure what caused my focus and motivation to diminish so drastically, but neither has been sufficient in months to deliberately achieve lucidity. Even when I thought I've been motivated, I haven't been able to concentrate properly, or pay sufficient attention to the stages of sleep. Less attention to dreaming in general means that even my NLDs have become intolerably drab and dull for the most part, and since I've been journaling less my ability to remember dreams has also dwindled. However, this morning I woke up with a dream that I found interesting enough to write down, and I'm posting it here to try to help get my head back in the game.

NLD, "Three Vials": The container in my hand consisted of three conjoined steel vials closed with screwcaps. Each one held a different substance that would change me in some way. I was in a militarized compound full of soldiers and agents of some secretive organization; I was their experiment. Evidently one of their high level people, an old man with grey shoulder-length hair, had decided that it was time for my transformation. I began unscrewing the top of one of the vials while remembering the prophecy:

His breath is the wind.

The method of ingestion seemed straightforward. Breath? Wind? I held the end of the vial to my mouth and inhaled. It did feel like a great wind coursing into me. When the turmoil had settled and I spoke, my voice was changed. It was no longer a human voice, but impossibly deep and resonant.

There were things going on around me but I don't remember the details. I saw a news briefing of some sort; apparently the nation was in a state of emergency. I was being transformed so that I could go do battle, perhaps with another creature similar to what I was becoming. I decided to use the second vial. I had a vague anxiety that I should consume all three vials before someone stopped me: the old man had wanted to go through with the procedure, but I could tell that a lot of the others did not think this was a good idea. I should finish the transformation before someone decided to organize the opposition and restrain me. I recalled another line of the prophecy:

Sunlight fills his heart.

I opened the second vial. At first I habitually started bringing the container to my mouth, but the prophecy suggested that it contained light, so I diverted it to my eyes instead. White light filled them, blinding me. When I could see again, I went to look at myself in a mirror. My eyes were white now, but not an undifferentiated white. The pupils were tiny little pinpricks at the center, literally no larger than if the tip of a pin pricked a hole in a piece of paper. I thought that made sense, given that pupils contract in the light, and they had just been exposed to more light than ever before. The irises were still differentiated, but they were an ivory white and glowed as if with inner light around the inside of their circular rims. The whites of my eyes were now pure white.

I also noticed that my skin had turned white, but not smoothly or evenly, instead it left a mottled appearance, prompting me to comment wryly: "I hope the last vial contains a pore cleanser." No one laughed at my joke. The dream ended before I ever found out what was actually in the final vial.

Notes: There are some straightforward influences, though the dream transformed them into an original scenario. But the concept of putting things to my eyes and mouth clearly derives from the Vive VR game "Accounting," which I played last night. (It was brief and hilarious, I totally recommend it!) Then before bed I was playing Witcher II and noticed how cool Geralt's eyes looked. (I recently finished Witcher I, since I wanted to play all three in order, and just started on II. It is a breath of fresh air compared to the first one.) Having the Witcher series fresh in mind probably also contributed to the concept of drinking potions to achieve transformational mutations.

Bed @ 2245
Woke @ 0400

Fragments:
A woman is lying on a table, not moving. Her family is gathered around her sorrowfully. Now the scene is almost exactly the same, but she's died. The family talks about her for a few minutes.

Someone talks about the difficulty of doing something.


Woke @ 0715

Working on Services
I'm in a modern wood cabin, sitting at a table with my laptop. The cabin's decor is mostly a lightish wood, and there are splashes of red here and there. I'm trying to work on the Services code, but it's not easy. I haven't worked in it before, and it's old and hard to read. I manage to find some documentation on the wiki, but it really doesn't help that much either.


Fragment: My wife and I are looking at a $7800 check that came in the mail, trying to figure out why we got it.