non-lucid

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.

I'm travelling around somewhere with some people. I think it may be Lombok, but I'm not sure of that. Eventually the map of the island that I'm looking at is Bali, though it's also something different at other points. My group backtracks a part of what we've already done on motorcycles.

At one point I may be on another island again. I'm driving my motor straight down a road. Eventually I come across a middle aged white couple, which has a house here. I wonder how they've managed that, considering that only Indonesians are allowed to own land. We end up talking for a bit and within a minute or so, they offer my friend and I a place to stay. I thank them for it, but let them know that we already have a place. I may take them up on it on my way back. A bit further down the conversation, my friend San starts to make racist black comments. I quickly tell him that I don't like them. It doesn't take long for him to continue making the comments anyway. I become quite dominant and tell him that I do not like these 'jokes.'

I went to bed at 2:30. Fell asleep at 3:30 more or less. Woke up at 7:30 and recalled some dreams:

I dreamt being in the house of my grandfather. I was with my grandmother and my sister Sofia. We were conversating, i was about to leave. Suddenly we hear a noise... that came from my stomach. It sounded like a fart, but i didn't fart, lol. I said that the air was adjusting in my body, but nothing went out.

I was on the school yard. It was dark. There was a lazer at the end of the pitch, like the one that come from root powers in Avatar the leyend of korra. It pointed at me and wanted to kill me. There were cameras everywhere, so everywhere i went the cameras would recognize me with infrared light and the other lazer would aim and shoot. I couldn't get to the other lazer because it was about 120 meters away. I manage to move... and go to a lower ground so the lazer had no chance to shoot me. It was tough but didn't have to be so tough since i just could do that. Anyways there was the sports teacher, called Diego. In the dream he was not in good mood, maybe he was involved in that lazer stuff... I was not going to hang with him, no matter what "authority" he had in the school (actually in this dream the teachers had no authority whatsoever. I think im letting go that ). So as soon as i started walking away and turned my back on this teacher for good the headmaster came. Again. He could order, yell, whatever, but i gave him no authority. He didn't even talked or if he did he said something about economy... but it was related to Diego's Class. So i was not interested, not going to get involved and waste time on it so i left. Nobody complained.

Then i took notes on the following dream but i don't remember very well the dream, so i don't understand them. I dreamt i think being in the apartment. Eri, my sister, was there and some friends of her: Magda and Emi. Then i wrote that my sister asked me why people were listening to different music. I said something like i don't know, none of my business, besides i was listening to my own. (It was like a question to complain).

I did a WBTB and one hour later i lied down in bed to try WILD. I failed. But i had a nice dream:

I was definitely on a dream... but not lucid. It was a dream city, so i don't know where it was. There was a building and a grill of an apartment in the third floor more or less set on fire. A lot of firefighters came with hoses to turn off the fire. They did it every action with no hesitation and a nice work. They said that the fire got up to the 8th floor (i only saw the grill on fire, but nothing else... lol And it was a sudden burst of fire, out of nothing. There was a man there though about to make an Asado (Barbecue)). I was on the bottom floor, in the streets actually. It was night. Some militars wander around to show people where the bathrooms were, and since i was one of the young people i had to help other citizens to get to the bathroom. Actually there was only a guy, 30 years old, looked like marine but just looked like, he wasn't militar. He didn't need any help since he followed the soldier. But as we came back and i saw him he was with no expression but i think he was kinda grateful i went. Then i go back inside the building and a classmate greets me, and she asked me if i could go with her to the bathroom. I thought i just came but ok, i could later talk to her (these nights i been wanting to interact with a DC real or fictional. She was real). We go to the bathroom and when we get in there were only three toilets separated by a transparent plastic sheet and with no doors. I thought ok, i might have to go out now. But before i could do anything i saw this girl walking in fron of me and going to the third toilet, she put down her pants and sat there and started peeing. "Alright... i guess" i said and went to the first toilet. Actually one couldn't see anything through these plastic sheets, but it was a shared bathroom and no privacy whatsoever. I took out my thing and started peeing as well. She finishes and waits for me outside the second toilet. Meanwhile i was not finished, and she starts to get harrased by a guy (probably of my age). When i first heard him i thought if i had to go to and engage in some fisticuffs. I was afraid, not about fighting, but about him nocking me or even killing me and she getting raped or something like that. So i remained calm, so far she could defend herself for a bit and i would be much more light when i evacuate all the urine from my bladder. Then i hear her say "don't spit at me". At this moment i was about to go out and just but i remembered that i would be better fighting if i had no sensation that i want to urinate. So i finally finished. It took very long, like 2 minutes dreamtime. I do three steps back and i saw that the bathroom was a bit different already (no more plastic sheets but the normal kind, more spatious, and with more people (people i knew and that actually could back me)). The first person i see was my friend Fran O (he was a thin guy. 2 years ago he started gym, and made a lot of muscles. Now he is in normal shape) with lots of muscles. I stared him at the eyes and he at me and we both knew we each had our backs. Then i turn to see this girl (which i won't name) and he was in front of this guy. I ask if there was a problem, and she tells me that he wanted to charge to use the bathroom. I stare at him at the eyes as well, but with no ill-will, however not friendly either. He was smiling, with a smile like or of evil or wicked fun. I asked the girl if she wanted to go and she said yes, lets go (she understood that no was for engaing in fist-fight). So throughout all that moment there were some preocupations but nothing went out wrong (the only thing unclear was the spit however, but when i asked her she didn't say anything so... since i didn't see it maybe it didn't happen like i thought it could). We walk out in the streets and back to the building. There was a restaurant and i wanted to wash my hands there. We were leaning on a desk, and she sees that there was no gas, after reading a poster. So we go outside and to a dining hall, where there were rooms as well (it looked like the old hospital of Rio Cuarto, but with orange lights and still at night). She was about to leave to her room, but i saw that i had some alfajores de maicena (small ones) and i thought that i didn't want them but i could share half with her. So she returned, maybe to say bye, and i offered her this half-alfajor. She thanks me and eats it really liking it. We go outside (like the outside door of the University [First time i dream with the university i think] and i saw a guy eating a lot of pizza. I tell him that he doesn't have to eat it all, that sharing it could be good. Then i go outside and eat the alfajor. With that tiny piece my mouth was full, it was a lot, and very sweet. I didn't want to eat something sweet at that moment, but too late. As we walked we talked about microeconomic concepts such as "needs and wants" and how we could translate it into spanish. She told me "expectation" or something like that (actually i think she told me something else). Then i woke up.

The last dream was just like any other dream, but just it was more memorable. Also during the dream i made right choices, because i didn't hurry.

In a council office in the future. points are allocated for funding and housing dependent on likes or populartity.
We are trying to work out ways of improving our votes while standing in a corridor. Andrea was there taking the public stage to raise her votes.
Sue had knowledge of the system and tax situation. Apparently Victorian credits are part of the capital investment. We are given an envelope filled with papers on the property and enter a public room where we can rifle through the paperwork. A couple of burly guys start going through the papers too and take them away. The property is 163.77 thousand and super cheap. I try and find out where the property is.
we leave and the realise id left my stuff behind. we return and find our bags still safe in the public area.
Driving along the A67 we stop not knowing our way outside and old guys house. He is sitting outside his front door chewing robacco. He says the place is at NURNUR and drops the peice of paper with directions on it. It is a tiny scruppled up peice of paper and almost blows away but I just mamage to catch it.
We head off to see the place which is tiny and I wonder about the distance.

Bed @ 2220 /w hot milk & honey
Woke @ 0110

News anchors
I'm watching a news segment on a TV somewhere. Now I'm watching along from inside the studio. The current news anchor isn't all that great, but he got into his position through sheer determination and never giving up. His segments tend to be rather odd, and that 'niche' value tends to help him keep his job.

Now I'm looking at another anchor, one who's even newer. At first I think Commander Riker has become a news anchor, but then I realize that Riker is actually the anchor's guest. They're talking about TNG, and Riker holds up a massive softback tome titled something like "The Complete Guide To Ferrangi." He opens it and flips through the pages and stops randomly on a page with pictures both of Nog and of a very wrinkled old Ferrengi woman (who is thankfully clothed). Now I'm looking at only the picture of the woman, and I can't believe how much makeup they put on her to make her look old.


Trying to preorder a movie
I'm going through my news feed's backlog and come across a post advertising that I can preorder the latest Pixar movie for one dollar for one week only. I check the date on the post and it's over a week old, so I'm disappointed, but I decide to follow the link anyway just in case. Amazingly, Amazon still has the preorder for only $1.04. The movie is getting around four stars, but that's meaningless since it's not out yet. I watch a few seconds of the trailer, but it makes no impression on me. I check the shipping options hoping for Prime, but it's not an option. Looking closer, the options for shipping seem to be a hundred dollars, ten dollars, and <something else>. The hundred dollar shipping is the default option! I assume I can do the $10 shipping, but I'm not nearly as excited about the deal as I was before I saw the shipping costs. A movie for a dollar is fantastic, but a movie for eleven dollars, just over half price, that we've never seen or even heard of, even if it is from a respected studio, just isn't doing it for me. Now I've noticed that the ten dollar option is only for video stores and not for private residences, which means that I either need to have it shipped to a video store (I don't even know where one is any more) or have to use one of the much more expensive options, making it completely impractical.


BTB @ 0130 /w SSILD
Woke @ 0400

One-sided shootout
I'm watching a scene in what seems to be an old west town. A new guy has arrived, and he's being talked to / threatened by a local gang. He's rather spindly-looking, while the gang, a couple of men and a woman, all look very tough. Now it's a week later and they're talking to him again, asking for their payment. The woman notices that the newcomer has a gleam in his eye and gets a bit nervous, but her companion continues demanding. Finally the newcomer pulls out a strange cobbled-together weapon (it reminds me somehow of Mr. Thingy). The woman turns and starts to run while the man attacks. The newcomer fires first at the man. A hail of projectiles heads for him - bullets, a sticky grenade, and maybe a couple of other things. I see everything hit in slow motion, leaving wounds stretching from his left shoulder to under his sternum. The sticky bomb - a mass of sharp bits - hits near his shoulder. Somehow, when it explodes, it actually peels off the man's skin (and maybe even ribs) - it's pretty gruesome. He falls down dead, and I notice that his face shows more surprise than pain. The newcomer now fires at the fleeing woman. * This time, I don't get either slow motion or nasty close-ups; instead, she just drops dead.

Now I'm looking at a giant (car-sized) blue turtle. It seems to have gotten caught in the crossfire (what crossfire?) and is dead with a huge hole blasted in the side of its shell. A much smaller (two foot diameter) baby turtle wriggles out of the hole and starts asking "Mama? Are you OK?" A kind woman hurries over, grabs the turtle, and starts shushing it. She puts it in a nice box, careful to leave it standing on a long end.


Driving to lunch
I'm driving to lunch with a female coworker. We're waiting at a light, the first car in our line, in the middle of 3 turn lanes: two turn left, and one turns right. I realize, far too late, that all the restaurants are to our right. I kick myself, since this isn't the first time I've made this mistake. I'll just have to make a U-turn in a minute. My coworker suggests a restaurant (I can it away to the right on the left side of the road; it's one of the first ones visible), but I think her suggestion is in jest - the place sounds really weird. Now I've made the turn and we're driving, looking for a good place to turn around. Both sides of the road have many subdivision entrances, but somehow none of them look good for a turnaround. Now we're stopped - a vehicle is doing something strange (probably trying to back into or out of a driveway) and is almost sideways to traffic. It finally manages to get itself out of traffic and we continue on. Now we're on an Interstate. Now we're driving through some kind of park. Now we're in an open, airy building, looking at something.


BTB @ 0420 /w 4mg galantamine & 500mg choline. Fall asleep around 0510.
Woke @ 0650

My father-in-law's stories
I'm at my father-in-law's house with a couple of other guys. They're asking him questions about his childhood, and I'm interested to see how he answers them; after all, very few people know that he's had a secret life-extending treatment and that he's far, far older than he seems. Of course, I shouldn't be surprised that he's used to answering questions about his life very smoothly - he's had a long time to get good at it. He seems to talk very openly about his life, but he never mentions the year an event happened, instead using his own life as the reference point: "When I was a child," "when I was a young man," etc. At one point, he describes his being a volunteer in the running of one of the Olympic games - I had no idea he'd done anything like that. When the Games were over, he got a pretty cool memento, though it was lost years ago. By reading between the lines, I believe this must have been in the early 1900s, and I have images of a sepia-hued young man working hard. Now he's telling another story, something about wanting to purchase but finding out that it was completely pointless. Something clicks, and I exclaim "So that's why you have half a female mannequin wearing a seashell bra!" He sheepishly acknowledges that, yes, that's where that came from. As he's telling his various stories, I'm really tempted to throw in some question that would force him to either specify a date or to be really slick in avoiding it, but I manage to refrain; after all, I'm privileged to know his secret, and I should respect it.


Huge wave*
I'm in the ocean with my family. We're spread out evenly in a roughly circular area about 20 feet across. The water is a beautiful sparkly light-blue. As I turn to look out over the ocean, I see a huge swell - at least 10 feet high - headed for us. It picks up most of my family, who just float over it, but it starts to break right before it reaches me. I realize that it, plus most of my family, are going to come crashing down on me. The wave grows higher - probably 15 or 20 feet high - and starts to curl beautifully, and I realize that the tip of the curl is probably going to touch down behind me before the body of the wave lands on me. I only have a moment to make my plans. I'm annoyed that I don't have my goggles on, but there's nothing I can do about it now - I'll just have to make the best of it. I take as deep a breath as I can in the moment or two I know I'll have before it crashes down on me. Given how large it is, it's going to force me way down and will probably disorient me. After a few moments, I realize that it still hasn't come down on me. Did I misjudge how far it was, or how high it was? Is it still falling? Do I have time to take another breath, since this lungfull is starting to get a bit stale? I look around and find that the wave has frozen around me, with its tip almost touching the water. I can see, as if in a tunnel, up and down the length of the wave, but it's completely frozen. I realize this must be a dream and instantly wake up.


An unusual messenger
I'm in the passenger seat of the gray van. We're in heavy traffic, and we've just turned right onto some kind of short ramp. As we're completely stuck in the middle of the ramp, a guy who looks like Rich Purnell races up next to us. We've met him before, so my son tries to open the sliding door, but it gets stuck when it's open about half an inch. He tries the window, but it only goes down half an inch before stopping. Finally, I manage to get my window open enough to talk to him. He rather breathlessly says that he's got John G's phone number and that I need to call him back right away, then spits out the number. Of course, no one has anything to write anything on, though I'm pulling up my contacts now. I'm pretty sure I've got John's number. Once I pull it up, I see it looks nothing like what "Rich" said. I ask him to repeat it, but he's already forgotten it, mumbling something about a pay phone.


Phone trouble
I'm having terrible trouble with my phone and my computers. I'm supposed to be on a conference call with my team, but nothing is working. My phone won't connect, I can't send any emails, and my instant messenger won't start. I think I may have fixed my phone, but now I don't have the call-in information. I finally get my calendaring software running and pull up the meeting invite, but I'm discouraged to see that the meeting was scheduled from one to three, and that it's 3:05 now. I send my team lead a message explaining what happened.


Smoke in the basement
I'm in a basement area in what looks like some kind of utility room. It's not well lit, and there's equipment everywhere - it's covering the walls and the floor. The room is about fifteen feet wide, and I don't see how far back it goes, though it has to be at least 30 feet deep. I'm perhaps 5 or 10 feet from where I came into the room. In front of me is a waist-high piece of equipment, and something on top of it is smoking. It's not a lot of smoke - just a fine streamer - but it's very steady. I walk over to it to try to see what's going on. I see what looks like a cheap soldering iron - a plastic handle with a thin rod with a chisel tip at the end - sitting on some kind of stand. The smoke is coming from the tip end. I'm not sure what to do - this doesn't look right, and if left unchecked it could become a large problem, but right now it's not dangerous. I don't know who to tell about it, but I also don't want to mess with it.


City simulation
I'm watching some kind of overhead view city simulation. People (depicted with square tiles) are walking clockwise around a city center filled with shops. Now, I see a couple of people walking counter-clockwise, and I know I need to turn them around. I manage to scroll down to a park area to head them off, then use the sidewalk tool to remove sidewalk in front of them, assuming that this will make them turn around. Unfortunately, they reroute down another sidewalk I hadn't seen. I try to dig up every sidewalk they could possibly use, and they finally turn around.


Torrenting lucid dreaming software
I'm sitting on my bed reading the description of a torrent of some lucid dreaming software. The torrent's author goes into great detail of what's in it and how he made it. In addition to the software, he's included cracks for more than one version, both for the newer licensed versions as well as the older versions protected by geolocation-based limits. I've never even heard of software that protects itself by running only on computers located in a certain area - that sounds pretty weird. In any case, he describes the steps necessary to use the software. He acknowledges that the keys he's generated have been revoked, but that it's easy to mess with the certificate revocation lists in the OS so it doesn't know they've been revoked, and he gives details about how to do it. My wife comes into the room and launches herself onto the bed right behind me. I hear a squeal and realizes that she's caught our son - I had no idea he was in here with me.

First fragment

I recall only a blurry fragment, I was somewhere inside my house.

WBTB attempt

Second fragment

I was somewhere in a city, it was close to evening.