non-lucid

D1 - In office, virus on computer. Technician tries to track via Keypresses on computer being traced.

D2 - In a room in an abandoned house, hiding. Make a break for it down the road. It is a normal suburban area and the roads go on everywhere in every direction. Where to run? There is a large white triangular wall in one direction, I head towards it.

D3 - Stuck in a museum with a girl. We use a cloaking device to hide. I can see its semi transparent from the inside. I am lose contact with her but I have her number and try her at work.
The phone has a camera so I can see her work solleague pick up the phone. There is a bright blue neon light.

D4 - I am driving along a rough country road through a shanty town. The road is all baked mud and rutted.
The car can only make it so far. So I get out and walk.
I walk past a large temple and off the road to under a tree lined path overlooking a grassy area. Two people from the temple offer me shelter for the night. I accept but find it hard sleeping on black leather chairs and keep slipping off.

It was a great one. Damn memory

I was in bed with a woman. She was older then me, but not much, perhaps in her late 30's. I think she had red hair, or dark hair. I wondered to myself how I got this lucky. And I realized this was very unusual for me.

The house was in a suburban neighborhood of almost identical houses. When we were downstairs again, I saw something. It was a flying saucer. It looked like the city destroyers from Independence Day, but smaller - about 50 meters (150 feet) in diameter. It had an opening in the bottom center of the saucer, but this wasn't a weapon. It was more of a tractor beam. I think I got really excited, and ran outside. Our neighbor was also on the street, gawking at the ship. I took out my phone and started filming it. But the saucer went hostile. It started snatching people up using the tractor beam. I saw that the "beam" was more of a thin white wire, people got tangled in it, and pulled up to the ship. I ran back inside as my neighbor got taken. I kept filming through the roof (there was a skylight), but the battery power dropped below 8% and shut down my ability to record video before I could get the saucer itself in the image. So instead, I took some snapshots of my neighbor being lifted up by the white "thread". At some point, whoever was flying the saucer became aware I was in the house. I was grabbed by the thread through the back door (which was still closed, it was thin enough to fit between the door frame and the door). It tried to pull me through, but I resisted with all my might. I pulled so hard, I was pulling the wire back, instead of the wire pulling me back. It was during this struggle that I saw something. On the wall there was something that looked like a soap dispenser, and it had English writing on it. Strangely I thought this proved the saucer wasn't piloted by aliens, but rather by humans. I questioned it for a second, realizing the dispenser wasn't part of the ship, but the situation was too hectic for it to fully sink in. Anyway, suddenly the wire gave up, and the vanished again. I went outside, hell-bent on getting out of that neighborhood. I ran around the house and considered climbing a fence, but it was high, had spikes at the top and a high hedge behind it. Luckily, I saw I didn't have to flee anymore, as I saw the saucer fly off in the distance. Interestingly, the girlfriend had disappeared from existence somewhere mid-dream!

I ran away from the house, joining a column of people walking on a dirt road, in the fields next to the houses. I was very emotional by what had just happened, and desperate for someone to believe me. They saw I was very shook up, and realized something must have happened to me. Suddenly I 'realized' the day had been 'reset'. This had all happened before, only then I was the one who didn't believe the UFO believers. The previous day started with this exact event, the column of people walking through the fields (it was a false memory though, I had no such dream).

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A later dream had me crawling through a ventilation duct, and disarming a flashbang grenade attached to one of the exits as boobytrap. I managed to do it, but there was still lasers and a turret attached to the lasers (cross one of the beams, it riddles you with bullets). I exited the vent same way I got in, and ended up in a supermarket? My ex-friend Fenn was there, and quite of few other people. I talked to him about the trap (I think). His buddy (another ex-friend of mine) Barra was nearby, and looked pissed because I was talking to his best friend. At some point I was wearing a long, white leather coat with fur around the collar (I casually adjusted the collar, that's how I found out).

Bed @ 2245 /w glass of water
Woke @ 0400 /w full bladder

Fragments:
I'm in a flat grasslands, and I'm surrounded by people with horses who I know to be the Rohirrim. I'm pleased with how they treat their horses (and wouldn't expect anything different), but I feel very uneasy about something.

I'm showing off my trackball: especially how I've got buttons on it set up to switch between different virtual desktops and how Synergy lets me control two computers from a single keyboard and mouse.


BTB @ 0410 /w SSILD
Woke on and off through the night

Fragment:
I'm in a strange vehicle that looks like a white, mechanized worm. A bunch of blue goop gets dumped onto its head and a giant circular saw comes down and starts cutting into it where the goop is.


Going for a walk
I'm talking with my wife about the day's schedule. We're going to be taking the subway downtown, and I'd like to stop by my office for a few minutes, since it's near the station. I think I'll have time for about half an hour, but my wife points out that, with walking time and schedule uncertainty, I'm probably not going to have any extra time at all, especially if we plan to have lunch together. There's something about a restaurant in the station itself, walking down the hall from the dining area straight to the ticketing booth.

Now my family and I are walking to the local subway station, and my old friend Brian is with us. We're spread out across a full lane on the road, but there are no cars, so we're safe. We come to a T in the road, headed off to the left, and take it. The road starts going uphill. Now Brian is pushing a small shopping cart with some of our stuff, and he's going (in my opinion) way too fast. I keep thinking that he's either going to tip the cart or run into someone. Eventually, I end up running alongside the front of the cart, keeping one hand on a front corner to guide it. We come across a neighborhood on our right and turn into it.

Now we're standing in the neighborhood near something like a gazebo. Looking through it, we can see that we're right on the edge of a steep slope down, and we have an amazing view of the country beyond. Most of it is flat, but there's a mountain sticking up from the middle. The side of the mountain looks like a patchwork quilt of different colors. I remind my second daughter that the other side of the mountain was all one color and contrast it with how different - and neat - this side looks.

Day 4.

A full non lucid dream.

I was a girl, and I was around 17 years old, I had black long hair, and I loved art. I wanted to be an artist. So I entered an Art Academy. My permanent teacher. Was an Artist himself, and was still fully active with making art. He got two students he would teach art, and that were me and a other girl.

The other girl was one year older then me. (18) she had orange curly hair. She looked a little like a lion.

The teacher had black long hair till beneath his shoulders. He was around 24 year, and pretty handsome..

The girl was totally into him, so she tried to flirt with him a lot... But we can't have any love with teachers. It is prohibited, so I try to keep my distance.

But what I noticed, was that the girl wasn't really experienced with art, and almost had nothing she knew about art history.
I really wondered how she entered this Art Academy. You need a portfolio..So I wonder if she had anything good enough to enter?

Anyways, me trying to do what is told, took a big sheet of paper, and I begin to draw rouch sketches of the things I saw in the big white room. (that was the first task, draw what you see in the room)
The other girl still hadn't begun the task we had to do.

The teacher scolded her for not doing his command, and that she had to get started and not get so clingy on him. (She is around him all the time, she is like sticking gum) it didn't bother me much. She can do whatever she wants...but I hope she does something what has to do with art. What she came for..

a little while later, the girl had to go somewheere for a meet up, so he left.
The place was only for me, drawing what I see. And the teacher working on his own things.

It was so quiet. only sounds of paper sounds, and writing sounds. I was almost done with my drawings.
So I had nothing to do. I just take a look at the room, and there were various painting hanging on the wall of famous artists. But I also noticed some who are aren't famous, but I totally knew them.

As a little kid, I always took all the artbooks in the library with me, and looked page for page at all the art that was made. I never got bored, and found all the art wonderful. I also remembered them perfectly who made the art.

I loved art because there always is a story behind it. And that story is made with colors, stripes, and various other things to make that story. You can also draw your emotions with it. There is much you can do iwht drawing. It's the same for tattoos. Although I don't know if I want one yet. Maybe later in the future. I am still too young for it.

Back to present. I watched a painting in the room. It was my most favorite of all. It was dark painting with a burned down forest, and a white dressed woman sitting next to a pool of black water.

I was absorbed in the painting, till the teacher suddenly stood next to me, watching the painting with me.

He asks me, "do you like this painting? You know who made it?"

"Yes.... I really like it. It is so dark, like I can feel it through, and I am standing there. I can feel all the emotion." "Also... The artist who made it is ......."

Him, "Yes, you are right with the emotion. I also can feel it and be absorbed with it, as If I am standing there, feeling pain. It's that this is on my top 1 most emotions painting. And the artist isn't that famous, but you still know the name who made it, that is incredible."

His compliment skips a beat.... "I-it's nothing.. I saw it in a artbook when I was young, and it became my motivation to make my own art like it."

"Mmmmmm, interesting. I'll help you reach your goal since you are my student."

"Y-yes!! Thank you very much, please take good care of me!! I'm looking forward to it."

He smiles and says, "haha, take good care of me too, I am looking forward to it."

It was already time to go home, but full of happiness. (I wonder what kind of art he makes?)

The next day we begun painting what we feel. Put your emotions on the painting. I was happy with this task, because it is what painted the painting I love the most. It will be a good experience! The other girl was not that happy like I was, and only stood there bored, with her phone in her hand. Chatting with her friends. (I don't like her that much... Why is she even here if she doesn't do anything?)

Well, I'll ignore her. I started thinking of my emotions. Trying to think of colors that would fit them. When I know what I am going to use, I get started with mixing colors.

While I was painting, the teacher entered the room after he brought some paperwork to the director. The orangehair girl, immediately putted her phone away, and jumped like, on his shoulders. The teacher was totally annoyed with it, but stayed calm. He tried to get the girl started with her painting.
They sure look lovely dovey though.... Not that I mind... I think. (Argh, what am I saying? I shouldn't think anything about it, a relationship with a teacher is forbidden, so she can't, and.....I can't.)

I was still painting my emotion that I suddenly noticed that I used more dark colors, because of how annoyed I was with the girl.

(Whoops! I wasn't planning to paint colors of annoyance...)



The teacher saw my shocked look, and begun walking towards me. (Whaaaaa nooo, don't look pls! It is totally messed up..) I say that on the inside, but on the outside I try to stay calm.

He then stood next to me, observing my painting. (Ahhh, he is so close! Wait.. Why am I freaking out? It is just a teacher!)

I step a little bit away to keep the distance.

He doesn't notice a thing.

"Hooooooo, so first happy feelings and then suddenly you get a turn of emotion of annoyance.." "I wonder why you suddenly got annoyed? I wonder if it is the girl who doesn't do what is told and is too lazy to do anything?"

"......" (I had no words, he knew exactly what I was thinking..) I stayed silent for a while, finding words to say.
He breaked the ice, "Haha, it's okay. I am also worried that she can be thrown out of the academy if she doesn't do anything, I am trying to get her to work."

I answer, "Yeah, but I also wonder how she entered here, can you tell me?"

The teacher stares to emptiness, and answers, "That is classified information, I am sorry I can't tell you."

"Oh... No worries, it's okay." (Classified information huh....)

Later on the day, the girl still didn't do much, and tried to flirt with the teacher again. He tried to get her off his back, and working on his paperwork he has to finish. Me, already done with my painting, and totally satisfied...Even though some colors of annoyance weren't meant to be here. I am ok with it.

On a nearby green sofa, I layed down, and let my thoughts out for a while. This sofa is soft... I am little sleepy.. But I try to stay awake, I am in school, I can't fall asleep at this place. I stared at the ceiling, and walked with my eyes from up to bottom, observing it. When I noticed there was a painting hanged up in the middle of it. I instantly knew which artist made the painting. It was again on of my favorite paintings after the dark painting.

This painting is very old, and a reference of the style that was used in the stone age, were people drew drawings on stone.

This was a painting made with tools direct out of the nature. Like stones with colors, and the colors of plants. It is overall orange-brown, and used with more dark brown for the figure of the face of a man with a large chin. There were also white spots overall on the painting. As if the man in the painting drew on himself with patrons. While staring at the painting I closed my eyes.

A while later I woke up, because I heard someone calling out my name.

".....!! .......!!!! ...!!"

"Mmmm......yeah??"

I get a blurry vision of a figure with black long hair. Sitting next me.

(Whaaaaaaaa!!!!!!)

I opened my eyes instantly, and could see better this time. Did I fall asleep?? Damn! I didn't plan to fall asleep at school!!

I sit up. And he asks, "haha, did you have a nice nap? The other girl is already gone."

"Whaaaa, sorry! I didn't mean to sleep here, I was just laying, an staring at the painting on the ceiling, and instantly fell asleep without noticing."

I apologize countless times.

"Haha, it's okay, if you are tired you should sleep. Don't push yourself too hard, you have to be healthy to make good paintings. You can always nap here if you feel like it."

"......Alright, thank you for being so kind."

Then he asks me a question.

"So, do you know who made the painting, hanged up on the ceiling?"

"Yeah... It is '.......' from Africa. I remember every artist and painting I see, even the more unpopular ones."

"Haha, you know pretty well, you really like arthistory, don't you?"

"..yeah, it tells everything about a story. It fascinates me."

It stays silent for a while. And then I think about that I should go home to make dinner.

"I should go teacher, I had a great day! Teach me more tomorrow!"

I stand up, and walk away to take my jacket and bag. When I try to escape the room, the teacher grabs my arm, and pulls me to him, kissing me on the lips. (Whaaaaaa???!!!! What's happening?) I try to push him away, but that didn't work, because of his strong arms. (A teacher kissing a student? That is forbidden right? Why is he kissing me?) I then stare to his eyes, when he opens them. I see my reflection cleary into his grey eyes.

It's there that I woke up... Why at that moment? I wanted more... Anyways, hope you liked it^^.
*Sorry if grammar isn't correct!! If there is anything wrong, you can tell me!! thank you*

I was at home at my dads house. It was a summer morning and I were about to go school, but before I wanted make sure everything was really shutted down.
I went back to my room and found my computer was still running even though I'd press on shut off, the screen was off but the fans in the computer were still on - so I turned it off on the backside.
Then my sister suddenly were home and she were gonna start the washingmachine, I told her not to do it if she's not going to be home all day, as well she had loaded the washingmachine with barely any clothes so I told her to fill it up instead. I pressed on a button to finish the washing immeditly.
I felt in a rush for school, I went to the office where I'd my backpack and suddenly I felt that I needed to have a shit, I couldn't hold myself and a second later I'd a pile of diarrhea on the floor.
I went to toilet to gather paper and I told my sister that I just need to take up some shit I'd and told her it looked like melted chocolate.
As I wiped up shit I noticed a pack of toiletpaper was nearby that also had some diarrhea on it, so I grabbed that paper and wiped up all diarrhea.
Then I were walk to the hall to get my outdoor clothes and rush to school.

the end.

First fragment

I saw two skeletons, one was smaller and one was really tall. They were staring at each other.

Second fragment

I received an email with character sheet for a forum game, but it wasn't properly filled.

WBTB attempt.

Dream

I was a member of political party which won elections and I was chosen for a minister of something I didn't even knew. First I was at a press conference. Then next day I had to go to my old school to my old English teacher to ask a few things. Janitor asked me if I'm there for my kid, I just asked where I could meet that teacher. I met some fans of the party I belonged to and entered school. Wandering the corridors I saw many students and some teachers. I tried to find that teacher in their room, but it was empty. When I was leaving I saw a priest on the way, who was against our political party because we were incompetent for our jobs. I agreed with him and upon leaving met leader of the party. I immediately said that I quit. Going back to home the weather from sunny and warm turned to heavy rainfall. I felt my limbs heavy and had troubles moving. I realized something, but can't quite recall what.

I saw a Formula One pitbox. There was a car in the box, with people (visitors, not all mechanics) gathered around it. I don't recall which team, but the car looked like it was from the early 2000's. The car left the box, and the engine sounded like a V10. So it could be after 2004 (F1 switched to V8's in 2005). I recognized the circuit, it was clearly Sao Paolo, Brazil (left-round circuit, a strong dip in the first turn). Interestingly, the car left the box and went right through the pitlane, and not left as it should. There was some kind of demonstration going on. The circuit was for some reason very narrow, and the road was divided in two halves... on one half, visitors were cycling, on the other, the F1 cars were driving. For a moment I was worried the car might deviate from its half, and mow us down.

The dream moved to a grassy location near the circuit. I saw my grandma and grandpa. Grandma has been dead since '09 and grandpa is suffering from dementia (and general frailty, he's over 90) in a home. But here, both looked old but could still walk around just fine, like ten years ago. I vaguely recall telling my grandma something felt weird about all this. She said it was "part of the mystery", or something like that. I asked my grandfather what year it was. I remembered that in dreams, DC's tend to say whatever you want them to say, so I made an effort to clear my mind to avoid consciously influencing his reply. He said it was 2003. Which, given their health, and the age of those cars, felt entirely plausible. I felt very emotional by seeing both my grandparents in good health again.

I have notes about an "island", and a "carrier launch", but no clue what it refers to. Waited too long again.

I recall walking through dark corridors, with a flashlight. Where there monsters again? I also wrote down "windows crash", but again... not a clue what it means.

2 pts- non-lucid
2 pts- wbtb
10 pts- wild
1 pt- reality check
2 pts- interact w/ dream character
5 pts- super speed
10 points- Advanced Unsummoning/Banishing
5 pts- my character was from a tv show(she was the warden on Wentworth)
5 pts- Super Speed
10 pts- Time Control
= 52 pts total


D1: Dream recall was too fuzzy
Did wbtb
D2: Dream recall was yet again fuzzy
Did wbtb
D3: Mike & I were staying in a nice hotel. We were there w/ a group of ppl who were family members. I'm wanting to leave & go talk to my mom w/o Mike knowing. I gather some of my stuff & sneak off down the hall to my parents room. We are on a cruise ship. My mom tells me to stay & hang out w/ her but she no sooner said that than Mike came to the door w/ my dad & sister Kayla. We all are now in the hallway. I need to the bathroom & find what looks like a small sitz bath. I poop in it & am very embarrassed when others find out. Now we are fishing off the deck & laughing about how funny we find that the beds don't move on the ship. I'm talking about the kids on the deck & how it makes me nervous that they will fall over board.
My alarm went off for my next wbtb.
D4: I was in a prison that looked like the set of Wentworth. It's Australia's version of Orange is the New Black. So some of the characters were from that show. Something happened & the prison malfunctions & the prisoners, me included were trying to escape & stay away from the guards & other violent prisoners. I get stuck in some stupid revolving door. It seemed to go on forever. I was mad at Mike for not being here to help me get out. We were all hiding stuff like prisoners do & going back & retrieving them strategically to help us escape. It looked like everyone had escaped except me. A guard told me that I may never get out. I told him that I didn't need to get out because I was trying to clear my name & not have a record.
My alarm went off for my next wbtb.
D5: I was back into the same dream. But now some of the scene has changed. I'm excited because I'm now lucid. My brain is doing cartwheels because of the chain & lucidity. I know my first tasks is to do a reality check. Check. My scene is changing & I'm outside in a bog or swamp like place but there are still guards everywhere. There is a woman laying in a swamp & she is dangerous but she tells me she helped me escape, which was in the previous dream but I forgot to write it down. We worked together for a while. But then I didn't want anything to do w/ her & remembered my first task of my 3 step goals. I banished her & the bog/swamp/water that she was in. Great, now she's gone & so is the water. Step 2 superspeed. I start running from the guards like I was Speedy Gonzalas. I was darting everywhere & laughing. When I finally stop I remember step 3 is time control. I kept freezing them & slowing them down & speeding them up. I lost lucidity trying to remember the whole "I'm a vampire" thing. But all in all a good night.

Bed early last nigh, 7:30pm - 3:25 am

Had some food again that gave me kinda bad dreams

DR:
A guys was about to atack a woman. Now she is holding his head on the table while I pick up some small blunt object like a vase and start hitting him on the head. I wonder when it will be enough to be subdued. I keep hitting and feel bad about it from the start. Maybe we should not be doing this? I can't stop and his skull is caving in and chunks of brains are flying out with every hit.

Later I come back and that woman pulls a disposable roasting pan out of the fridge. It's the brains in it and some salsa. I get mad, how can someone put brains in the fridge. Not they are rotting and the whole fridge is contaminated. But the woman says she needed the salsa to bathe the baby. Even my dream self says wtf?

DR2:
I'm cutting mangos on a table that has a glass protective wall. Kinda like in a lab where the scientist's hands are inside a glass compartment or just behind a glass wall. I'm trying something new, smearing mango like a spread, while customer is standing behind me waiting for his mangos. We both decide that smearing mangos is NOT the way to go.

Then customers want sandwitches and I'm like ok, even though I don't normally make them. So I made a few, had to go to another rooms to look for ingredients. Turns out some customers thought they are free. I show the the add saying that something is free when they buy a sandwich. They still insist. I'm like whatever, took me a long time to make it, but take it for free.

So weird.

Frag: Something to do with a giant pirate themed place, walking on wooden rickety bridges, ships in various locations.

Frag: Over at this playground which is lakeview playground IRL, there with a group of people my age. We're on the playground and then on the other side of a chain crossed fence. I was talking to a girl named X and now I had my arm around Dana talking about something, I could see X behind Dana glaring at her jealous.

I'm in a class group in some sort of mansion that doesn't really contain any walls. The teacher is asking us to pair up so I'm looking around at people, everyone seems to be getting partners but I'm all alone. The teacher asks where Hayden T is and I check my phone to see he texted me telling me he wasn't going to class. It appears to me that I'm sorta in a Mario game, specifically Super Mario 64 in the castle level where you slide down the red carpet. On the opposite side of where you'd go to the carpet is a staircase which leads to blackness on some sides except the middle which has a swirling portal kinda like an instance portal from WoW and maybe some boosting portals before it. We start to go down the other side and the path is not a red carpet but a snowy slope. I'm still looking around for a partner when I see Hayden behind us. Everyone in the class group is now sliding down this snowy slope. I'm sliding on my butt up small hills and off of jumps, grabbing onto overhanging tree branches to do tricks, trying to impress the teacher and landing perfectly down sloping angles so it doesn't hurt. My alarm wakes me up while I'm mid-air.

Bed @ 2240
Wake @ 0140 /w full bladder

Call of Duty
I'm getting ready to play cooperative Call of Duty 4 with a friend. It's been a long time since I played, so I watch a video refresher. I get a reminder mainly about stealth, how to sneak, how to stay out of the light, and how it's pretty much impossible to hide when you're carrying something important, which glows like a beacon from y our back. Now I'm watching another video staring a couple of guys. It's much more colorful than the first, and at first I think it's something else, but eventually I realize it's still for this game. Now I'm watching as a couple of guys are sneaking across an area full of pressure plates (each of which has a special marking) to get to an artifact in the center. As they're getting close, a large man walks brazenly through the area, reaches over an unbroken ring of pressure plates, grabs the artifact, and starts to walk off. The first team sits stunned for a moment and then goes into action, trying to take down the newcomer and his team. They manage it, though some suppressing sniper fire makes it difficult.

Now I'm seeing the game as if I'm inside it. It's night, and I'm carrying the artifact. I see an enemy sniper off to my left, on the other side of a multilane road, though doesn't yet see me. I've got two teammates (one of whom is currently very stealthy while the other is slightly stealthy), and they manage to take him out so I can move. I can't see myself, but I know the artifact is making me glow. Now we've reached an elevator. One of my teammates wants to show me something, and he asks me to hand him the backpack. I do, and he immediately jumps into the elevator, pushes a button to close the doors, and laughs at me. I realize he's going to get credit for delivering the artifact instead of me! I bang on the doors of the elevator, then try to open them with my hands, but nothing happens (other than additional laughter from inside). I run for the stairs behind me, but it's many flights to get down to the mission objective, and I know he's going to beat me. I kick myself for forgetting about the artifact glow (huh?), and I wish I could play coop games with John again. We used to do it on a regular basis, but it's been a long time and he's just not interested any more.


Slippery cave
I'm in a cave with a friend. We've both got little sliding board. The cave is steep and fairly straight and covered with something slippery (snow? That doesn't seem right - we're not dressed for cold), and many people are sliding down a long way, going from the opening of the cave all the way to the other end. Now I'm about to go, but something's changed: there are large bare patches, and most of the crowd is gone. My mother-in-law apologizes: she thought everyone was done and has started cleaning up and putting away, though she says if I want to slide I can just put down <something>. I look around for it and see it (it looks like rolled up carpet); but I'm confused again because it looks like it's no more than twenty feet from the cave mouth to the far wall, and I could have sworn it was far longer than that before. Maybe I was thinking of a different cave. I walk deeper into the cave complex and find another room with sofa cushions on the floor. Maybe this is what I'm looking for. There are a variety of cushion designs, including some that look like they came from my own house! Initially, I think that all the cushions are of the same height, but looking again I see they're all sorts of shapes and sizes - some of them aren't even "box"-shaped. I see at least one or two foam blocks that look like cubes cut in half, triangular and sharp. I pull them out and go hunting for pillows of an appropriate size and thickness to fit in nicely with the pillows around the spots which held the weird "triangular" pieces.


Cleanup snafu
I'm helping clean up, including throwing a lot of stuff away. Something goes wrong, and I'm embarrassed. I end up throwing away a bunch of stuff and immediately running to get far away from the trashcan - I was trying to avoid some kind of threat.


BTB @ 0200.
Woke @ 0400 /w crying baby

Fragment: My second daughter is standing in a stark-white kitchen.


Woke @ 0545 /w noisy kids
Final Fantasy cheat codes
I'm playing Final Fantasy 7. I run to the top of some stairs, jump off, and land a long, long way down. As I land, I remember that, if I input the right code during the fall, I can get something really good. I go back up and try again, trying to remember the code, but it's just not coming to me. I send a quick message to John, asking if he remembers, but he doesn't. I try to look up the code another way, but something else comes up and I have to walk away from the game for a while.

I had a pretty hard time sleeping this night. I rolled on my bed for hours while my mind was going over all kinds of nonsensical toughts. Sometimes I'd get lost in these weird toughts and then snap back and realise I still hadn't fall asleep. There was a point were I couldn't tell if I had already fallen asleep and woken up from a dream, which was pretty frustrating because I wanted to do a WBTB. Despite all that I finally had a dream.

Dream 1:
I was in class back in school and the teacher was, for some reason, asking us videogame questions. Everyone else was struggling to answer and I was getting all of them right. I remember one question being about Kirby and the other one being about the Pokémon Mudkip.

Some old classmate that I don't like started saying something that annoyed me, I got angry and started talking back, but noticed I was getting too out of hand and tried to regain my composure and just go along with him, I don't think he was that intent on making me mad, he was mostly joking around.

A while after thst, people started getting up and packing up their stuff. I noticed everyone had their PE uniforms on and asked some guy if it was PE class next and he confirmed it. I was kinda annoyed because I don't like PE, but I started packing up anyway. I noticed someone left a bag and some videogame controllers behind and I was asking around to find out who left it behind. I also remember seeing a friend who I didn't see in a long time and being happy.

I woke up, happy that I got some sleep and decided to try WILD, but fell asleep.

Dream 2:
I was in my room at night and got up out of bed. I started looking like at the shelfs beside my bed and picked up my Wii U gamepad controller. I then realise there was another one, and began to get very confused. I checked it to see if it had the hylian markings just like mine, which is a limited edition one, and indeed they were identical. I started tried to remember if I accidentaly took someone else's gamepad home with me by mistake, but I was very sure I didn't. I took both of them to the window, hoping the light from outside could help me examine them better, but it was still too dark. I went outside my room and stood by the table outside the kitchen, trying to work out what was happening there. I got suspicious that it was a dream and nose plug RC and I could breathe!

I looked at my hands and tried the finger method to remember my goals. Stabilize, find my DG and fly. I could remember all of them. I was actually amazed by the lifelike lucidity of this dream. I had never had a dream so vivid and lucid before, I basically had waking-level lucidity. I looked outside and it was still dark. I don't like being in the dark in my dreams, so I said something like "Time to rise, sun!" and clapped. The sun slowly started rising and things started to get brighter. I went to my grandmother's room and directly to the window. I teared out the protective window net so I could jump out. As I was preparing to jump out and fly, I had second-toughts and decided to pick up a rope to lower myself down, afraid that I might fall down. I found a rope, tied it somewhere and began descending. I tought it was a bit slow for my liking, but then decided that wasn't such a big deal.

Once I could touch the floor, I ran inside a house where I found a big TV. I called out for it, and static began to appear, then forming the word "Yes" on the screen. I interpreted that as "Yes, what is it?" and told it I was ready to meet my dream guide. Some words appeared on screen, as if it was trying to load something and Kermit the frog appeared on screen. He was the conductor of a train and was frantically pulling the whistle and pointing to the right. I tought the TV could only communicate with TV shows and stuff like that. I looked right and there was a door leading outside. I asked the TV if that was where I would find my DG and Kermit kept pulling the whistle and pointing in that direction. I got really excited and ran outside.

As soon as I was outside, I saw some guys running around and wrecking havock. They were dressed like old-west bandits, or at least that's what I tought because the bright red masks got my attention. I was pondering if I should chase them and remembered I'm in the dream hero league and probably should do some hero work. I also tought this might be a "trial" from my DG. I began chasing them down the street and they ran. Along the way I got worried by the dream destabilizing and stopped to do some stabilizing. I tried to feel a glass door. I then tought that by going through the door, the sensation might stabilize the dream, so I pushed my hands through the glass like I usually do. I pulled back and decided I should stabilize properly after dealing with the bandits.

I caught up with them and lifted my right arm up, thinking I should use my hero powers. It began charging up with some static (my power basically powers up any part of my body) and I puched one of the bandits on the guts. I started doing some crazy moves, like punching a guy up in the air, jumping and slamming him on another guy. My words here simply can't do justice to this scene, the movement was so fluid and vivid. Despite being pretty one-sided, it was an awesome fight. After I dealt with them, I found myself in a shopping. I saw a bunch of people eating pizza, which gave me a craving for pizza. This is where, unfortunately, I completely forget about my DG. I instead go inside a restaurant and aks the clerk at the cash register for some free pizza. I looked in my pockets trying to find some money, but didn't find anything, so I had to come up with some way to get free pizza. I tell her I'm from the Dream Hero League and heroes have "hero credit" which allow them to get free stuf. She argued there was no such thing. This woman was pretty grumpy and clearly didn't enjoy her job, which was annoying me. I said that yes, there was something like that and I put my finger on some kind of fingerprint scanner (I guess to confirm that I was a hero). Nothing happened and the woman said "... aaand my hand has been forced.". She started rambling about hating her life or something and I told her to see a psychologist or something like that. I walked away and lost lucidity at this point. I saw an ad for cheddar pizza play out for some reason, then the dream shifted to another woman who was prancing around in a farm along two white fences. Instead of being pointy, the fences had orbs on then, with some weird blue-green thing that was put over then, kinda like a swimming cap. She passed by some children putting the blue-green thing on the fences and at the end there was a kid putting it on her own head. At this point I woke up, excited because of the dream I just had.

Morning of October 17, 2016. Monday.



The time seems to be early afternoon in all the outdoor scenes. In the first scene I am in our residence but I am not sure where it is implied to be. Our youngest son Oliver has a large terrarium that extends from floor to ceiling though it looks like an aviary. It is directly in the corner of the left side of the room, about two and a half feet square. He seems cheerful. Zsuzsanna is concerned about him seeing the turtle he had brought home the day before. I look in and notice that the turtle seems propped against the back of the cage on the right. It is on its right side and a bite had seemingly been taken out of it, shell and all, probably by another animal in the cage. I am not sure what to do with it but Oliver does not notice.

My attention falls on weird animals in the cage. There are a few spiders with black disk-like bodies, the bodies of which are almost as big as my fist, though their legs are nearly three feet long. The legs are thin and closely paired so that it looks like they have four legs instead of eight. One seems positioned head down, its legs on two different large branches so that I mostly view it from the top of its body. I look to the right side and notice that the cage, at least on that side, is designed more like the front of a jail cell with the bars sparse enough for any of the animals to easily leave the cage. The side facing me does not seem of this appearance. I comment on how they could get out, but it does not bother me that much.

In the second scene, the personified preconscious appears as an unknown male of about my age and is presently sitting in another area of the room, though does not yet attain a more dominant presence. I watch three mole crickets crawling about on a pillow. Two are their natural color but the smallest of the three, in the middle, is pure white. I reflect on the idea of them possibly crawling on a person in their sleep, but there is not that much concern. A mole cricket is a tertiary dream sign that symbolizes going deeper into sleep in real-time, two of them symbolizing Zsuzsanna and I but the white one in the middle representing moon induction (circadian rhythms factor) and shared dreaming on the spiritual level as analogous to the Blue Pearl event (inviolable telepathy between soulmates, specifically twin flames as Zsuzsanna and I are).

The personified preconscious points to an unrealistically large detached crab spider head facing us from the right side of a pillow across the room on a bed perpendicular to the bed I had been looking at near the center of the room. “Something should be done about that head on the pillow,” he says. Despite this incredibly obvious dream sign of him directly exposing his role as the personified preconscious, my dream self remains completely clueless and no lucidity is triggered.

In the next scene, we end up in a small dimly lit room which has the essence of liminal space (even though I am not near waking yet). He sits on a wooden chair while I seem to sit cross-legged on the floor. I am facing him as he talks about money but he seems sarcastic about a certain business I do not know the name of (although he had apparently said it a few times but my dream self remains unaware of some of what he says). He seems to mimic advertisements and promotional gimmicks. “Make lots of money,” he says, mocking the original supposed speaker and waving his arms around seemingly in frustration. “Have you heard of Amway?” I ask him after watching and listening to his routine for several minutes. He glares at me as if I am unbelievably stupid and had not heard a word he had said, as Amway is apparently what he had been talking about all that time. I feel embarrassed but try to explain that I had heard him, though my pretense is not very convincing.

In the next scene I find myself near an intersection having apparently mowed our front lawn recently. My (fictional) house is on the street that is perpendicular from where I am standing near a bus stop. I contemplate how I have to mow this whole area, but after a short time, I realize that it is not my responsibility and the city council will do it at a later date. Despite being near the bus stop, I am not interested in (subliminally) shifting consciousness. However, five young people get off. They do not regard me at this time.

Despite my cursory faux memory and brief acknowledgement of my dream house (which seems vaguely based on the Loomis Street house though the rest of the area is not as such), I soon go into the backyard of our present house, though the gate is on the wrong side; at the north end of the fence near the southwest corner of our house instead of the south end near the northwest corner of our shed. A young unfamiliar black woman, who seems to be a teacher, is there with Zsuzsanna. Zsuzsanna has seemingly been given something that was stealthily taken from the personified preconscious. It seems conspiratorial. There are apparently two batches of mail-order pills. I take the two packages from Zsuzsanna’s left hand. One of them is a C4 manila envelope (yellow) padded with bubble-wrap and the other is a white C8 envelope with lesser bubble wrap. I open the larger package to find that it contains several cylindrical prescription bottles of pills of some kind. (None of us take prescription pills in real life.) There is also a receipt. I look at it and read it closely. “These pills cost eighty-six dollars a fortnight,” I say, seeing the total price listed as $86.00 under $79.95 and the shipping and handling fee of $6.05. “It's eighty-six.”

I fail to recall that eighty-six is the number implemented when the personified preconscious gives up on my non-lucid dream self (having “eighty-sixed me”), thus no coalescence, implicit or not, at the waking stage. This is validated by the fact it comes in the mail, which represents communication between dream self and whole conscious self identity.

The preconscious essence flows into the five children (and I do not focus on the fact that we have five children although these children are unfamiliar) who had gotten off the bus earlier and so naturally they approach our home to impose upon us to try to get me to either wake or become lucid. Zsuzsanna and I are sitting on chairs outside of our fence, our backs to it, our youngest daughter and youngest son sitting between us (which is not something we had ever actually done). A boy somehow throws a large mattress fairly high into the air above our heads (probably subliminally associated with our youngest son now sleeping on the top bunk of a bunk bed), but it misses us in coming down, landing immediately to Zsuzsanna’s right. I get the impression that he had been trying to throw the mattress over our fence (beyond liminal space and out of the immediate level of consciousness). I still do not grasp such an obvious dream sign. “Are you trying to kill someone…such as a baby?” I yell angrily at the boy.

The entire orientation soon changes without a clue on my part. We are now all in our backyard on our side of the fence yet the five children (who must have teleported with us) are now leaving through the gate, the boy somehow carrying the mattress again (which does not at all resolve logically from a conscious viewpoint since he is seemingly carrying it on his right side as he would a textbook). I am so angry that I decide to follow them. As soon as I step outside of the gate, my consciousness shifts into the waking stage and I realize I had been had.

bedtime, approx 00:30

final wake: ~ 08:30

no middle of night water wakings

+ "stop playing with the wires inside the computer, you'll short it out!"
Inside close up view flying through "forest" of wires and add-in cards. My son (?) is moving wires around willy-nilly, and I tell him to stop that because he could easily short out his motherboard.

+ playing ping pong
I come up to a game in progress and will impress them with my prowess. My first serve goes off the table. I go later for a smash and hit the net? My next smash just barely climbs over the net but does make it

+ [longest, vivid] family/church camp, initiation, clipping the salad plant
I'm a new member in a (family?) group participating in a daily family-oriented camp/compound. They have daily meal calls where everybody participates. My group is making the salad or this day, and I observe as they clip two different potted plants at amazingly high speed. One plant has light/white flowers and at one point is butterflies, not leaves? They perform intricate designs on the leaves using small clippers on these plants.

+ [long, vivid] computer / health camp, observing jogging group, in bike ride on loop, Leader tells of Obi-Wan Kenobi cleaning up garbage
I'm looking down to the grounds of the area, from a high balcony/window. I see a group of joggers lead by a leader coming up a trail and going from left to right and continuing on for another lap. I lean forwards with interest to check out the crowd. Then I'm among them and they're on bicycles. The handlebars are odd, sort of curly like old ten-speeds but not quite the same, and the cyclers lock their arms underneath the handles in a way that I think gives very little maneuverability. We're heading out for another lap around the compound. The leader calls out for everybody to keep up the pace, one speed, regardless of the terrain. The bikes are single gear and we're heading up a hill and I think this is going to be a long, hard bike trip, but I realize the path is not as long as I feared. The leader is talking about how Obi-Wan Kenobi is the best jedi because he always takes time from his day to clean up the garbage floating in a body of water.
Later I'm walking into a room, and I'm thinking about & talking about how I left one company where I worked after working for a short while, I felt a bit bad about that but was dedicated to moving on. There are guys & girls sitting around, one guy asks me about the chip from my old company, he's asking me for the details of its bugs "in the thing in my bedroom". I answer "well that depends, what thing is that?" His wife chastises him saying "what are you talking about?

+ the demo guys have a laugh, as the demo program comes up and "barfs" ("bleah!") on the user
Starting out DO over (water?) at dusk (outside a large sports stadium?) there are two groups of two guys, one group to my right and one to my left. The group on the left is the demo guys, the ones responsible for those little programs that come bundled with the OS. Combination of them and me are saying to the others how important they are: "What's the first thing a user does with a new computer? They run the demo programs and they have to be fast. They must run absolutely locked to the monitor's high refresh rate!" Then there's a demo of such a program running in the air in front of me, a little widget that runs in the tray in the lower-right hand corner of the screen: a little wireframe plane of some sort that "dips down" to the bottom of the screen and scoops up (water?). It flies closer and repeat, and then it comes up right to the front of the screen and says "bleah!" making a barfing imitation onto the user. Both groups of guys and I laugh at this.

+ kissing the oracle booth girl, she doesn't know where the guy I'm asking about is, her face changes after the first question
There's a girl (long curly hair?) in a booth, I ask her "where is <some guy's name>?", she answers "I don't know" and I lean in and kiss her, brief but nice. I pull back and she's changed to another girl. I ask her again and again she doesn't know, so I lean in and kiss her again. This time a bit longer, and I mumble that "I need to hold this a bit longer" and my and is on the back of her head gently, it's very nice!