non-lucid

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!

I've had enough sleep today, but my recall is still vague. Go figure. I am in a village, and our community has to defend regularly against some kind of threat. I am seeing things in a side-scroller perspective, like Starbound. Someone is complaining that I find too many children on my expedition and leaving them at the village just put them at risk. I'm... not sure how that logic works.

First dream

I went to toilet and sat on the toilet seat, and got teleported to some tv studio. There was a woman and tv reporter, they were talking about a murder rampage of which I was a victim, being heavily wounded. I just stood there, listening to them.

Failed WBTB attempt

Second dream

I was in school on a PE lesson. I wasn't playing or training worth others, just sitting with a teacher and some other girl. I washed my hands and the lesson ended, we went out of the sports hall and I wandered around my old school.

1 Pt for a full non-lucid:

I was at a Lake House some where. There were many families there congregating. I wasn't familiar w/ most of the ppl. The cops came & took all of the children & escorted all of us in cars to a detention center of some kind. We were being processed there. We were all trying to keep custody of our children. It was some bizarre martial law type of scenario.

My grandkids wore me out! I'm exhausted. I even put up the Christmas tree so I am all too happy for sleep to come tonight, knowing that tomorrow will be quiet.


Side Notes for me personally

3 Step Goal:
Advanced Unsummoning/Banishing - 10 points
Super Speed - 5 points
Time Control - 10 points

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



1st WEEKLY TASK:
Fully transform into your team's creature (Vampires)

I think I was on a really big ship, in the middle of the ocean, and we ran into a tsunami. I think the ship had to turn itself into the wave, to mitigate the impact and sail right through it.

I was in a high school class. The building the classroom was in looked tall, and very industrial. It was located in an industrial one. Anyway, I was having an easy time, as my classmates were all teenagers, and I was 27. I think I was hitting on the teacher (young woman), wowing her with my knowledge? Later on, in the same classroom (I think) I got into a battle with someone. I think I could control rock, because I sent rock sprouting out of the ground towards my opponent. This person could control ice, however. She (or he) froze the rock and shattered it, which frustrated me a lot.

This time I was in a (quite small) university classroom with people my own age. We were left alone with no teacher. Suddenly, people behind me (I was sitting in the front) started randomly having sex, and I just sat there feeling awkward as hell.

What a great one this was. I remember an extreme level of detail and it's Sunday morning so lets try to get it all in.

It began in a strange moment, as I found myself having just gotten off of a greyhound. Here we were, a great big group of people, some I knew but most I didn't, all moving into a giant, massive version of the T House together. It had the same basic layout, but each room was the size of the entire actual building and allowed everyone their own giant living space, not just a bedroom.

I started grabbing my bags from the bus and saw that there were a lot of beautiful girls getting off. If I was a perfect lucid dreamer I would have reality checked here, but instead, I gawked. I realized that they were famous, it was a group of girls and a guy that were a pop band. Suddenly it hit me that everyone here was famous. It was like the hotel in Youth.

As I was going in, one of the girls started talking to me and we had a really fun conversation, not really about anything just lots of witty banter and gauging what the other was like. I made strong eye contact throughout the conversation but did not reality check. My RCs have failed me so far.

I get in my room and unpack, then hop on the computer. I'm doing emails and stuff when I hear a noise outside. I look out the window and see a massive war between big piloted ships and mechs outside. The battle seems to be man vs alien, and a buddy of mine is heading the human effort. I run out there and he points me to a downed human craft. It is massive, with huge plasma cannons on the front but the cockpit is just open to the air and dead between the guns. All the ships are like this, they have only a single crew piloting them and that person is not protected by glass or anything. I fight in the ship, taking down some enemies before mine is destroyed. I immediately hop out and go at an alien, jumping past his guns and beating him up to take the cockpit. I fight once again.

The fight ends and they are driven off, and I return to my room. I am on the computer again when I hear a knock at my door. There's a group of women, some of the pop stars and some older women. They're looking for my friend the battalion commander and they have the wrong place. We make some jokes and then they head down the hall. I walk out and see that on the rooftop is another massive room, and the guy staying there is one of the richest and most important men on earth. I know he knows the commander so I go talk to him, hoping to make some connections. He talks to me for a bit but knows why I'm there and points out how young and inexperienced I am. I tell a joke and he laughs a bunch, then gets a phone call or something. I head out of his room and see the commanders. I go to talk to him but in there I see all the women on his bed with him. They're clothed just talking, and I chill for a short moment, before putting on a Kanye song on my phone for them. I swear to god the song doesn't exist but my mind just knows his voice, and created an amazing track that was somewhere between "real friends" and "heard them say". Such a relaxing tune.

The ladies started kissing the guy, and I was really weirded out being there so I leaped from the balcony and drifted down toward the dock. This is my favourite part of the dream.


The pier was gone, now there was just the tiny wood dock at the end of it, now attached to the bottom of the stairs. As I stood on the dock, looking out at the water, I became extremely present. This is a new habit of mine derived from meditation. If I find myself alone with a beautiful view I often take a deep breathe and drink it in. However, before my thoughts turned to reality checking, I became engrossed by the water. I slowly walked toward the edge of the dock, staring down. I leaped high in the air, and though to myself, "I always fuck up dives. Let's do a perfect dive right now." My body spun, head straight down. I plunged into the water. The moment I entered it I was once again horizontal, belly flopping without the pain. I slammed into the bottom of the lake. My eyes were closed, and the dream for a moment was nothing but the feeling of water, weightlessness, and the sandy lake bed.

I've always been sure that my dreams have to have visuals. This one single moment has undone that belief. It was the exact feeling I've had so many times up at summer camp, that moment right after you jump in, eyes closed and feel how different the universe has become in the split second.

I tried to swim up. I did my best, but I found myself unable to swim. was I drowning? maybe. who was I to know? I was thrashing calmly, floating up at a snail's pace. I could reach up and feel the surface but ascending the last foot seemed impossible. I just forgot about it and enjoyed the water. I found myself at the surface. Looking down, the water was only 4 feet deep, so I just put my feet down. At the bottom of the lake, in a beam of sun, was my brand new Beachman. It was resting perfectly, as if for a picture. I remembered that it was not waterproof, but this seemed to be a new version, with metal body and wood accents. I grabbed it from the floor and brought it in close, finding it to be damp inside. The word "Beachman" had mostly come off, and the letters were floating around in there. For some reason, I could see that the holes punched in the wood were originally made to put in a swastika and not letters. I was so furious, and began visualizing my conversation with Lucy about why the fuck this had been, and how we would need a new supplier.

When I looked up, the girl from the bus was there. She did not want to be in the commander's menagerie and had done it to make me jealous. She came to see me here, but suddenly there was a neighboring family in the water. We had to talk to them for a while, and when they left the sun was setting. She lay down on the dock and I was in the water. We talked and talked, and I started falling for this girl. The sunset on the lake was the perfect shades of red, orange. Casting what felt like the light of a warm fire on her face, catching her hair in the wind. Beautiful. The mind is a huge cheater, always knowing what you want. She looked exactly like that girl who kissed me in the bar.

I went to return to the T house with her, but when we got there everyone was leaving. The aliens were going to win the next battle, so we had to take an elevator to an interdimensional airport like in rick and Morty. There we would be able to escape to a new place with no enemies. There was an entrance to the terminal through an elevator in the house, so we all began going through. Suddenly Stu and Evan Ccole were here, and they said we had to defend the elevator from alien presence as they would try strange tactics to get past us.

At first, they were sending strange inanimate objects through in absurd quantities. The elevator doors would open, and 200 orange balloons with Shibes on them would roll out and slowly roll toward the security checkpoint and the people waiting in line. I think the aliens had only recently made contact with our homeworld here and had no idea what the meaning and pattern of our objects were, so they made huge sweeping guesses.

Evan cole and I had to stand in the hallway and smash every balloon. That came through. The next elevator was full of fake companion cubes. We smashed them as they came. Then, the tricks began. The aliens sent in real people they had captured, and mixed in were fake humans, poor imitations that were incapable of self-defence. The first ones were just full of gas and would pop when struck, but they became more solid with each wave. Eventually, they looked almost like us, but they were clearly never going to escape uncanny valley. They aliens had reached their peak of imitation. The fake ones were full of a fleshy pulp, lacking bones or organs and would fall easily as we smashed them with fists. I took a moment to catch my breath, and Kanye West himself was in line. I've had Drake appear before, but now it was the presence of this guy himself. I explained to Kanye what was happening. "come check this out man, it's worth seeing". He comes back down the line with me reluctantly, thinking I'm some crazy fan trying to convince him to something, but then I walk up to an old lady, at least 90 years old, and say "hello Delores!" grabbed her by the scruff of her collar and punched the shit out of her goddamn alien mouth. Her head exploded and the room erupted in laughter. So gruesome but so hilariously strange and righteous in its service to the human race.

I saw Kanye laughing and then I woke up.

Last night bed around 9 pm - 4am

When I woke up in the morning, I could not recall any dreams. I recalled one later:

[12:11] <@gab> I had such a vivid dream about work last night that I had to ask coworker today if it really happened
[12:11] <@gab> I remembered it as I was throwing the load looking towards the floral department
[12:12] <@gab> I still think it could have actually happened, but coworker said it didn§t
[12:12] <@gab> plus they would never do what they did in my dream, haha

So in my dream, I'm walking down the isle 10 towards the back. I hear PA calling someone to assist in floral department. This person was not from produce and they ALWAYS call only produce, because they claim we are one department.

So sharon says on PA: "such and such, help in floral. You are welcome, produce." As in we were thankful they didn't call us.

I was so weirded out by this recall. So, haha, today I was saying mantras half out loud "I am dreaming". So next time I'm sleepworking, i wanna get lucid.

I meditated at 1:00 AM after washing the dishes... and i went to sleep at 2AM. Probably fell asleep 40 minutes later but i don't really know.

I slept on my back! It has been about an year since i last slept on my back. It's difficult for me, but im trying to make it easy.

I woke up at 7:30 with 3 dream fragments which count as one dream:

- I was on a supermarket. Both my parents were there but each one on their own. I grabbed a bag of chocolate candies and went with my father, since i think he was closer, to pay and get out. After he payed i opened the bag and i was dissapointed by the candies, they were tiny and not great flavour.

- I was in zen place in córdoba. There was a pool behind the house. There was my father and martín, and Lidia, my aunt, was inside the house (looked like her house).

- I was in the house of my mother, the house that has been of her aunt. There were people in bed.

I did a WBTB. Took a shower and then meditated about 20 minutes. I went to sleep at 8:30 and woke up at 9:30. I dreamt with:

- I was on the road of the river of rio cuarto. I cross the bridge i think and go on through that road (the one of street las heras). I think it was 6 am in the dream or about that hour/time. A motobike was going ahead of me and i was behind with a bicycle. The moto suddenly stops and i reduce my speed. I expected the moto to go on, because i didn't think it would stop there... but it just stopped, and since i was close and didn't maniobrate i strucked it from behind, but softly. He turned back and said something like "oh sorry, ..." and something else which i don't remember. I said i was ok, and neither the bike nor the motorbike had any damages because it was a soft clash so... very good. Then 2 young women, teenagers, approach to help apparently. I go with them to their house and we go to the backyard. It was a nice place, quiet. They seemed to be between 17 and 19 years old. I asked them what did they do, if they still were at school, or did they worked, or did they go to university. They answered me none, and got no other answer. (then i dreamt something about bizarre linked with the walkind dead which i don't see anymore. Negan put his footprint on some breads.) Then i woke up.

Then since i slept one more hour i thought i could sleep one more hour. So i turned on my right side and slept an hour. I woke up at 10:52 am. I dreamt:

- I was in my department (more realistic was this dream apparently) i was making a breaded chicken cutlet (it has been about 4 years since i ate meat). My sister was there, she headed to the kitchen and started to argue with me about something i didn't even know what was. I got angry because she argues with me everyday so i took a broach for clothes (i don't know the names) and threw it at her at her head. (I actually should have remained patient). I saw through a window near the door (which actually there isn't any, but didn't get lucid) that one of my jackets was hanging in a building in front. So i decided it would be cooler to go outside and eat later than to be there. So i grabbed the keys and went outside. I went through a hall (which there is no hall in my building) and there were some houses on the way. One of them said "tea shop" and i thought "oh wow, nice, i never been here, i should come". But that wasn't the time to go in there. I went outside and the street seemed like the house of my mother in rio cuarto. I crossed the street and entered the building. It looked like the bus station or terminal. There was a janitor and some people. It was a big place (i dreamt something like that before like being an underground city). I headed downstairs, because i wanted to find the two girls i met before. Downstairs there was a woman layed down in a bed with many young girls (5 years old), and there were closed shops besides her. I went downstairs and there it was the backyard, but i didn't want to interrupt so i went upstairs again. I knocked a door of a bedroom which was open. It was a large bedroom so i thought someone might be in. Meanwhile the woman asked me what i was doing there. I began answering and 2 blonde teenagers (16 years old) came out the bedroom. So before i finished replying to the woman i started talking to these girls. I said something that satisfied both: "i met some girls before and im looking for them. I was hoping you could give me to the roof so i could get my jacket back." So she said something "ok, lets hope the cape of invisibility of my uncle arrived, and yes we will guide you." We went downstairs, and we all three got in a broom. Then a girl started flying. We flew over a forest near the city of rio cuarto (which there isn't) and to a close town. It was a town made of stone. Then we flew over another town, and it was a town also made of stone. But i think that we accelerated time (or just the time of construction of the building) and saw how a building turned into a better building. In the entrance there was the name of two scribes: one called pedro and one marcus. They both lived in 16 century. I thought i might have known them... probably because a past life or something like that which now i could remember because of the magic. Well in the writings it was written that they had passed the zen tradition to four guys... which i read the names but didn't pay attention. All this was already night. While i flew over the forest it was evening. When i entered the other building it was afternoon and a mix of night... and when i went out of my apartment it was morning.

Then i remained in bed... and got a light sleep. Now it was evident i should get up. I woke up at 13:12, and dreamt:

- I was in a room with my classmates in a class of my highscool teacher of Physics. I was talking with a friend, Fran O, that we should be careful about the attention on TV. Then i went to Caro and i talked to her about millionares, telling her an absurd theory. Then she dismissed me saying that i already passed the course that i only should go back for the exams, but i thought i remained there because i needed to prepare for the exams... Anyways i left. I went to other room where my classmates were there sitting around a table (it looked like my house of 10 years ago.) Fran E asked me for cake, so i gave him a dish with cakes and i passed on another dish to Fede. Then i woke up.

Bed @ 2200
Woke @ 0020: Nothing
BTB @ 0025
Woke @ 0210 /w crying baby

Troublemakers in church
I'm at church, sitting in my usual spot. A group of young adults is behind me, and I don't know any of them. We're in the middle of Sunday School, and some of them are whispering and talking about the speaker, an older man I don't know. Later, I overhear the most disrespectful of the crowd, a late teens girl, talking to another of her friends and listing many perceived grievances she has with the teacher, and I take note of them. Now, I'm back in the sanctuary, and I've got her comments written down. I'm not sure what the best way to move forward is - or even, really, what I'm trying to do - so I leave them sitting on a chair where the teacher will find them. As it happens, someone else finds my notes - which have now become a hardback book - and brings it to his attention while he's teaching. He comes over, flips through it, and proclaims it wonderful - he wishes that other people would take the time and effort to write up their questions half as well as this. He thinks for a moment, opens the book back to the front, and signs it with a huge flowing signature that completely covers the page - Patrick something.

Later, I'm talking to him one-on-one, and he's sharing stories of the old days. *He says that medicine has come a long way since his youth.He starts talking about how he really started to feel his age when he hit seventy or so, but some new pills made him feel young again, and that was many years ago now.

Now potluck is laid out. I notice the cake we brought and take and eat a small hunk that's fallen off. I walk into the next room and see more food, including the cake we brought. Huh? I notice with some surprise that there's much less of it than I thought, so I decide not to take any.


Pizza delivery submarine
I'm seeing inside a car as an old-timey (20s-30s?) pizza delivery woman talks to her boss while on the road (I wonder how, since they didn't have cell phones back then ...). He's telling her about a problem with a customer, and she responds that she'd hate to lose their most responsible driver (I wonder what customer and driver have to do with each other). He asks her to pick up the slack, and she sadly agrees. Now I can see the driver holding up pills in a blister pack. The top half are blue, for the driver, and the bottom half are red, for the customers. Somehow they help to ... something? Now I see the driver, dressed in an evening gown, embracing a man dressed in a suit. She's holding a small flower bouquet, but when she tells him she has more deliveries, the flowers instantly wilt in an almost comical way.

Now I'm watching from above as a girl (who my mind labels as the pizza delivery girl) pilots a small submarine up to the beach near my youngest daughter. She opens the bubble hatch and hopes out, asking my daughter to come with her. The sub is parked in the surf, with the opening just barely above the water line, and my daughter doesn't want to go out to it. A particularly large wave comes by and knocks the sub back out into the water. Its hatch automatically closes so it doesn't get wet inside, and both girls look on with dismay as it floats away from them. A fighter jet passes by low overhead.

Now I'm wading into the water, going after the sub, but now the sub is a large friendly sea creature with a gentle face and large paws. I'm not chasing it at the beach but instead in a very attractive zoo exhibit that has a little branching river passing here and there under the walkways. I'm almost to it, but it swims into a little tunnel. I consider following it but decide it would be better to head it off. I think for a moment to remember where the other end is and then head there. Sure enough, it comes out, and I gently take it by the paw. It doesn't try to fight or escape, so I lead it onto a small island. I call the girls over, telling them to get in before it decides to swim off again.


BTB @ 0235 /w SSILD
Wake @ 0500

The auction house
I'm in a majestic old conference center. It's paneled with a lot of dark wood and has high ceilings and carved pillars. A large amphitheater-style area has been roped off, and there's a long line of well-dressed people waiting to get in. There's an odd system in which each participant tears off the bottom part of his ticket, drops it into a jar, and gives the top half to a guard. My father-in-law is nearby, and I ask him what's going on. He says these people are here for a very prestigious auction which is by invitation only, and that we shouldn't even try to get in, because these people are very particular about their auctions. However, a nearby guard overhears us and lets us know that, since we're employees of the company, we can go in once everyone else is in, as long as there's still room.

Now we're walking through the theater area looking for seats - we're the only ones still standing. The seating arrangement is very odd, with small clumps of chairs - anywhere from about 2 to 8 - scattered around without any apparent design. He heads for a small clump near the edge of the room, and I follow, even though it looks like that clump only has two seats which are already occupied by a mother and daughter. As we get closer, I see that I somehow missed a couple of empty seats next to them.

Now we're seated. Unfortunately, from where we are, we can't see the stage; but there's a fairly large TV (which is set into a strange boxy cabinet) in front of us which I assume will show us a video feed of what's going on. However, right now, it's panning in extreme close-up over what seem to be company logos rendered in bas-relief. I look away, fearing that subliminal messages have been implanted in the video. After a while, I look back, and now the bas-relief logos are actually formed out of human bodies which have been painted with metallic paints. It gives a very odd effect. Now the TV is showing a beautiful tropical beach, and the painted people are running along the sand.

Now, I've been sucked into the video. I'm on the island, naked except for a blanket I've got wrapped around myself. A strange woman comes up to me and tells me that she can help me get back to the real world. Now I see my wife, in the real world, sitting in stadium seating, with the strange woman leaning over the back of the chair making smooching faces as if to kiss my wife - but now her mouth is perfectly round and filled with rows of rotating teeth (it actually reminds me of a Sandworm from Dune). Naturally, my wife refuses the "kiss," and so she ends up getting pulled to the island as well. I kiss her instead, and we end up back in the real world.


BTB @ 0515
Wake @ 0630

Fragment: I'm in bed with wife, talking with her. *


Nap: 1500 - 1630

Dark (Chocolate) Lord's castle
I'm walking on the coastline of black, rocky island with a group of adventurers (something like a D&D party). The island stretches away ahead and to my left as far as I can see. Off to our right, out in the waves, is a dark castle - the home of the Dark Lord we've come to defeat. As we walk along, I realize that not everything we're stepping on is rock - scattered here and there are huge chunks of dark chocolate, large enough that I need two hands to hold them. They're smooth and sharp, as if the world's largest chocolate bar was smashed with a sledgehammer. I motion to the party's wizard and we walk a little way to the side, out of hearing of the rest of the party. I tell him that I know that trustworthy sources have said that the chocolate is meaningless, but I can't help thinking that all this dark chocolate is the source of the Dark Lord's power.