non-lucid

Quick jot, add detail later:

1) Watching someone in bed.

2) Visiting someone with family. I was BORED.

3) Walked over the street to look at a special SatNav system I had to have for some reason. Noticed I was weraing a dressing gown as I crossed the road. In the shop I was told the system was illegal to use in this country.

4) Drugs at school.

Morning of September 18, 2016. Sunday.



I seem to be outside at a fair in an unknown location (though it may be the Bundaberg Showgrounds) though there are not that many people. It seems to be late morning. I am playing an electric guitar in an unusual way, though it does not seem to be connected to an amplifier. I seem to be sitting on the ground and crouched down, though in actuality, in order to get the perspective I maintain here, I would have to be lying on my stomach. The guitar is lying on its back, its headstock pointing southward based on the Bundaberg Showgrounds orientation. I am mostly using an unrealistically large plectrum (pick) that is a little like a banjo pick but flatter. It seems to be broken near the middle but not completely. The crack or “crease” allows it to fold over my finger at times without it being that problematic. I use it differently at different points, including possibly upside-down or backwards.

At one point, an unfamiliar female looks on. My music sounds very cohesive and interesting (though somewhat harp-like) and I am actually aware of each note in each series even though my focus and playing is based on distance between notes (such as thirds and fifths relative to the frets, which would be the case anyway if I were using a capo though which I am not) rather than a direct focus on the notes themselves. Still, the sounds seem to be very precise. (It is quite unusual to have such a clear awareness over what is being played relative to use of both hands simultaneously and with the sound seeming correct. I believe that this is the first time such clarity and precision has occurred in this way.) Nothing unexpected or unlikely happens; that is, the guitar itself seems to not be problematic in any way or have loose strings as is often the case in such dreams.

I eventually stand up and walk to another area which is mostly undefined. This unfamiliar and unknown area seems to be inside in a large featureless room even though I had not gone through a doorway.

Soon, a miniature Darth Vader who seems like a child in a costume is present. It first seems that the guitar may have been his but this soon seems to not be the case. Although I get the impression that he is a teenager of perhaps sixteen or seventeen his size and demeanor is more like that of a six-year-old and there is somewhat of a sketchy cartoon essence about him. Since he is dressed like Darth Vader I do not see his face at any point.

Soon, I hear guitar playing that sounds like rapid heavy metal riffs. A very tall chubby male (about three times the height of little Darth Vader and perhaps a foot taller than me) with curly white hair comes in. He is playing the guitar as he is walking towards us but his right hand is moving very unrealistically as he is playing, almost like he is continuously and quickly doing karate chops, though with all the tips of his fingers aligned towards himself, palm up. It looks very odd and it would not be possible to play a guitar like this in reality. He is dressed in a weird costume (almost like a woman’s ball gown in some ways) and reminds me of Melvin Belli as he appeared as the Gorgon in “Star Trek” in the “And the Children Shall Lead” episode. (Although our youngest son was Darth Vader at a “Star Wars” event at the mall and has shown an interest in playing the guitar, there does not seem to be any relevant connections here at all curiously enough.)

He starts complaining about the miniature Darth Vader (who is possibly his son though this is not certain). He claims that “Darth” had damaged the guitar by “bending its spine”. This does not really make any sense. The guitar’s “spine” is implied to be the entire length of the back of the guitar (including the neck). Even though I sense that the little Darth Vader is an obnoxious brat (who reminds me of a neighbor from when we lived in Brisbane), it also seems the Gorgon may not understand guitars all that well and as such, the guitar may not be damaged (even though I had thought it might have been me that caused the damage, though I do not actually see any damage).

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As Darth Vader and the Gorgon both relate to space flight on one level, I have included the relevant flight symbol tags. Still, sometimes I seriously wonder how my dreams come up with this weird stuff. Although the Gorgon appears as the last dream character, he does not seem to have any essence of the otherwise common preconscious personification, especially as my dream becomes much duller at this point rather than much clearer (which does not happen very often).

Dreamed of Roman from Regularcarreviews singing something while I moved through a warehouse of some sort then I saw a man with a refrigerator on a stair. I looked inside and there was expired food in the freezer; I was making notes of what to throw out. I then opened the fridge portion and closed it quickly because it stank so much.

The first time I woke up I was really groggy & thought for the millionth time, "This time I know I'll remember this dream!" (Non-Lucid) so I didn't write it down. I think I am going to put my journal in my bathroom at night from now on. That way when I get woke up for ANY reason I will automatically write it down. I always have to pee when I wake up, so I think that is a good practical system.....Today I got woke up from call from an inmate from a prison I've never heard of before. It was from Licking, Missouri. That's a real place. I looked it up. It sounds like the beginning of a good joke. "Hey, so there was this inmate from Licking, MO, & he said......" Anyway, it through me completely off. I'm not sure what disturbs me more. That some unknown prison inmate has my number, that this is the 2nd time they have tried to call me, or that I may actually know a prison inmate from some obscure town called Licking, MO. No dream recall after that. I'm not even sure I should block it or find out who it is! The craziest shit happens to me. It's always weird shit, not normal ppl shit.

Non Lucid
Semi lucid
Lucid


Max

I don't recall all too well where this dream started but I remember being inside a sandwich shop near my school and waiting for my bacon and egg roll. However, when the cook was done he mentioned that it was night and I should be careful.That was when the scene began to fade and grow darker leaving me to ponder why I was out so late. After that I appeared on my bed and got up to see my dog Max. The lights in the hall were on and there was a Shiba Inu running around too. This reminded me of how in WL my family and I were talking about getting a new dog but than my attention went back to Max. After petting him and playing with his paws than watching him walk on two feet with the help of me keeping him up, I became fully lucid.

My older brother than knocked on my door which I think appeared closed after it was open. I opened it and my brother asked me about something game related I think. Can't remember. I laughed a bit telling him wouldn't it be funny if we were having the same dream. He said yeah but than went back to what he was talking about. I stared at him for a bit and his appearance began to change to a different guy that was in black and white color. So did the background. I watched intrigued thinking about the past until the scene changed.

Next I recall being upstairs where I came into contact with my mom who was annoying me. She than tried to fuse with me. I knew it was a dream and forced her away from me with wind like power. She ended up vanishing and I flew out the door to the outside where I than flew up into the night sky. However, I saw a suspicious old African american man walking in the street with a light orange and white jacket. He started walking in my direction while I was in the sky. I ended up being pulled closer to him too. I thought this was a perfect time to do the dhl mission where I stop a gang but didn't know how to go about it first. The old guy than told me not to worry and gave me his silver mixed with brown small gun.

I said thanks than turned to a random dark blue hooded guy approaching me. He took his hood off and threatened me. I saw him as a violent gang member and even though I was hesitant at first,shot the dream character with the gun like 4 times. He fell back than I turned to my house wanting to go back inside.Afterwards I recall appearing in a house that had similar kitchen items to mine but it was also very different placement wise. I was non lucid and told by a lady to put her tomb like post in the sink than to place it somewhere outside with a special flower or item.

I left it in the sink wondering why I was carrying a dead person's thing than went to the living room nearby where there was a bed. I lay on the bed than saw black jeep appear in the room. Knowing it was a dream at this point I wanted to call Dawn. But the lady who was supposedly the dead person,(She was white with black hair and kind of big. Wearing a black jacket and tight pants)She got under my blanket and put her head in. I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was looking for her husband buck. That she thought he was under the covers. I told her he wasn't there and than a few of her family in the jeep started calling her because they wanted to put her to rest. She went in and they drove off.

The scene than changed and I was now in a house looking at a mirror.As I looked at the mirror I noticed that my appearance was similar,kind of. I also had a cute high pony tail that the sunsetting lighting complimented along with the gold mirror and wooden flooring. But than a girl who looked like me but more like someone I saw from WL, walked up to me and looked at the mirror. However, her reflection looked like she was looking right at me. I than appeared on my bed thinking that I could still be in the dream. Which I was and felt a dc flying all around me till I woke up.

You Can't Make Me Stay With You

Don't recall the beginning but I remember being inside my house lucid and trying to get away from a manipulative little blonde girl dream character. She wanted me to stay inside the house with the rest of her friends but I said no and went to the front of the house. As I looked at the door the girl was calling me back inside but I didn't go.After that I think I became non lucid and was with my family at our new house. The house was supposedly haunted by the blonde little girl though.I became lucid after she started pestering me and flew up and made the dream setting change into a dark grayish void like place with clouds. After a bit it started to change into a city even though I was thinking of space at first. I flew across the city until I arrived at a shopping mall district where my family was now. A yellow/black car tried running over my brother so I used what was a huge mattress to destroy the car because my older brother was too afraid to try and get rid of it. After that my mom took what was the shopping mall,picked it up and placed it a few blocks from the little blonde girl's haunted house. My brother complained at first but I told him it wasn't so bad. Than i felt a burst of wind and was being pulled all the way to where the little blonde girl's haunted house was. As this was happening she was calling me. I grabbed onto what was the wall of a house and told her that I wasn't going to let her do whatever she wanted because it was my dream. I used brute force and called for Kiro's help. A dc who looked like him but was a bit smaller appeared and gave me his hand pulling me back. I was now fine but than a random lady appeared with scissors as if she wanted to distance me so I could be pulled again. But than a flyer of a band(I think the KISS metal band) dressed as food appeared advertising a new marvel movie.I looked at it thinking about how funny it was and showed it to the dc that looked like Kiro who found it funny as well.After that I woke up. This dream had more to it but I can't recall all the details. It was kind of long though and there were sporadic non lucid moments too.

You Can't Make Me Stay With You 2

This was a semi lucid dream where I was on a trip with a group of kids and one teacher. The first homework assignment was to walk on the neighborhood of the little blonde girl's haunted house together. The second assignment was for 4 volunteers(girls) to stay at the haunted house for one day and report to the class what had happened. The teacher would decide by us standing in a line organized by the month. I was willing to do anything to not be picked. There was also a moment where a dc was talking about how dream characters were just illusions and that one time she saw these illusions when she was really sleepy. I agreed with her.

Notes: I have a feeling that I should have just stayed with the little blonde girl but apart of me says no because the last time the dream plot turned into a vivid twisted nightmare.


(I did not make the pic. Found it on google)

Morning of September 17, 2016. Saturday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna looking at a smoother version of Google Maps that is almost like watching clear film footage. The view is being shown as if driving down Highway Seventeen (now called Cubitis Avenue). I show her where Harold M lives, going south at first, although the orange grove is gone. I see the new fence near where I used to live.

After a time, I am on the scene without giving my transition much notice. I appear to be just south of my old home, but it seems to be gone. In fact, the entire area seems empty except for one shed closer to the highway. The area seems shaped somewhat like an elongated right triangle. I tell someone else how “my house is gone”. However, a short time later, I notice it is actually there, though appears to be some sort of greeting card store with the entrance to the south (rather than west). Although this puzzles me, I have a interest in continuing north to see how things have changed.

I somehow end up at an unfamiliar travel agency in a tall building, near a long counter on the north end of a small room that also features a tall postcard rack, though I am not really interested in a brochure someone gives me. I am now trying to find my way out of the building. I try to go through a doorway, but it seems it is not actually a doorway because it is too narrow for anyone to go through and is more like an open corner of two truncated walls with a narrow glass and metal window. I ask an older businessman how to get out of the building and he points to a flight of steps just to my left. I soon see that one can go either up or down from here. The steps going down appear to lead to an enclosed parking area. I try going up but decide it is probably going to be too steep. I decide to use the front entrance, where I should have left through in the first place.

I soon end up in a similar situation in what seems like a restaurant. This time I decide to go down a flight of stairs but I do it by sitting down and then sliding down on my backside. There is an unfamiliar woman with her young daughter and they also use the stairs but the woman seems confused about where she is going. “Get back here,” she says to her daughter, because the bottom of the stairs opens out into an enclosed street, which I then follow into an outside area. Even though using a flight of stairs in a dream shifts my consciousness in a more perceptible way, I do not become lucid.

I go past an automobile repair shop and filling station. There are four young men, perhaps only about nineteen or twenty years of age, who are working on a car. I think one of them is Brenda W’s younger brother Albert. I then realize that would be ridiculous since he would be around fifty years old by now. Still, he and the others seem cheerful and happy to see me even though I am probably a total stranger to these four. I then decide that I will actually look for Brenda.

“Do you know where Brenda lives?” I ask, giving her full name. They nod happily and say they will show me. Along the way, I notice it now seems late at night. Apparently she still lives in the same house she has all her life. I follow them northward. After a time, instead of four mechanics, they transform into mimes, even being dressed differently with no discernible changing-of-clothes event. I do not really regard this absurd change. They circle around me while making exaggerated up-and-down wing motions with their arms as if they were birds (which in fact is a tertiary dream sign due to the movie and cartoon gag of the circling of birds around the head of someone who has been knocked unconscious, though I do not catch this very obvious clue). They also pretend to be scuba divers and competitive swimmers as we continue along. Eventually, they all hold out their hands close to me as if expecting me to give them coins for their performances.

When we reach Brenda’s driveway when it now seems to be late morning after being late at night moments before, I give one of them fifty cents; two shiny American quarters. He tells me to follow the path to house number eight. They go on their way as I very soon see a metal screen door with the number eight written on it in black with a felt pen. I also see the numbers nine and ten written on the door with a felt pen, but those numbers have a diagonal line (which slopes down to the left) through them (to invalidate their previous implied usage as the house number it seems.

I see Brenda through the window of the screen door. She is sitting in an armchair. To my right, I curiously see, through a row of windows, a row of open bags of cement, gravel, and sand sitting inside the house but I do not think it to be that unusual. They are vertically propped up against the windows on my side so that I mostly only see the tops.

“You can just keep going on to the next house,” she says in her Southern accent and with undisguised sarcasm. She seems younger than she would actually be; about forty. Still, she slowly recognizes me and as she opens the door as I am still standing on the outside steps, I tell her how I am married to a wonderful woman and have five children. This is strange because I still do not have an iota of lucidity. I tell her that I am sorry for not telling her more about things when we were younger. We embrace, but it is not sexual in any way, more as a simple acknowledgement and preconsciousness to waking consciousness transition in liminal space.

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Brenda was usually a verified “stand-in” for my soulmate (Zsuzsanna) regardless of our real-life relationship. She sometimes formed half of a composite when my “mystery girl” was not more clearly defined as Zsuzsanna (before I met her). This dream seems unusual (especially after all this time) as she mostly seems to represent herself as well as my preconscious personification where she only appeared as such in my childhood dreams, and one dream of 1991 just prior to finding out my “mystery girl” (Zsuzsanna) was actually a real person with appearance, unlikely accent, birth date, birth location, and every single nuance (including unlikely mixed ethnicity) being the same since seen in dreams from earliest memory.

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I am slightly puzzled over the bags of cement. They appear near windows and may be a dream sign due to their resemblance to the shape of a pillow (thus could be a play on my pillow being subliminally perceived as being too hard or not of “perfect” comfort). However, gravel, cement, and dry sand sometimes represent low-level dehydration. It could be a mix of both, though I was atypically thirsty when I woke.

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I was coming back home from school. I invited some classmates earlier to create a group that'd prepare better for final exams. I reached my house, but nobody came for preparations. I went to my room and took a pen and paper sheet. I started writing down some calculations. I written something like 2*2(1-2), and when I looked at it again the equation resolved itself into -2. I thought that it's impossible and left the sheet with calculations on a desk, then went to kitchen. Mother talked about preparations with me.

First stab at an online dream journal. Hope I'm doing this correctly.
4 dreams recalled after 7 hours sleep.

Hospital: Visit niece with heart condition in hospital. Early morning I went outside to see stars peeking out between clouds. The clouds morph into dragon shapes and drift across the sky slowly growing pink in the sunrise. Remember to get back to hospital but am locked out. I climb over barriers and a man made waterfall to get back inside through an open window. I am stopped by woman with a very obese baby. The baby seems to know me so I talk to him for a while. I meet a man who says he knows a friend of my friend, the one who talks out the side of his face and eyes. I don’t know what that means or who is referring to. I excuse myself to go find my niece.

In House Art Class:Held an art class in my house. The living room was too small to accommodate the artists so we moved to the kitchen. It was still crowed so I instructed them all to paint to the music. I went back to the living room. In my fish tank was an actual human skull with some muscles still attached. While it was still in the water I painted the skull yellow. The paint snaked hypnotically in and out of the eye sockets and nose cavity. The fish in the tank all floated, dead, to the tank top. I went back to the artists and they sat there mesmerized. When asked what was wrong they pointed to box. It was full of baby sized human skeletons. I took the box and stuffed it in the closet (literally skeletons in the closet!). The people snapped out of their stupor. Everything felt normal again.

School Games: At a football game at school. Football is mind numbingly boring to me so I explored the school grounds instead of watch the game. I found the track and was going to jog but a shady guy stood watching and seemingly waiting for me. I wasn’t afraid, more or less too lazy to want to deal with conflict. I tried to leave but the football team exploded into the area and nearly trampled me. They kept trying to kick a football over the fence around the track. Their kicks barely affected the football. This was more amusing than an actual game so I took a seat on the grass and watched them fumble.

Reading for a Lady: A panicked lady finds me and asks me to do a reading. I instruct her to gather grass blades, leaves and some small twigs. She does this quickly. I pull a paper lunch bag out of nowhere and place her collection into it. I tell her to clear her mind. Once it is clear I hand her the bag and tell her to shake it vigorously. She does. We move to a sidewalk where she empties the bag of stuff onto the ground. Oddly, a shining silver soup spoon has materialized in the mix of grass, leaves and twigs. “Well there’s your problem,” I tell her while pointing to the spoon, “there’s a silver spoon in your heart where a cup should be.” This made sense to her and she left happily. No idea what my interpretation meant.

Yesterday: Non-lucid- My parents, siblings & kids were with me. We were on vacation. We had checked into a really nice hotel. There were all of these cheerleaders running around because of some local sporting event. My kids were being asses & bitching that they wanted to stay at a different place that they had stayed before. My day was paying so we stayed & it was nicer than the place they wanted to go anyway. Like really nice. The place was over booked & a family was staying at a house beside the hotel. I went out side & walked over there to be nosy. I walked up onto the front porch. These people were really religious & had all of these kids. Kind of like the 19 kids & counting tv show. The father had made some calligraphy light art. It looked like a neon budweiser light or something. I told his wife that he was really talented. But she just smiled. Her kids were artistic as well. The next day everyone was flooding out of the building at once & suddenly everywhere looked like a college campus. Then my alarm went off.

Today non-lucid: All of my dreams were fragments of little people & just plain weird shit. This is my 3rd day of having a fever. Yesterday I was so sick but had to go grocery shopping & was wiped out so bad I couldn't type much cuz reading was making me dizzy. Still burning up today but had to go to my grandson's award event. Now I think I'll go pass out after I make my rounds on here.

Created Friday 16 September 2016

One WILD and a DIELD/false awakening chain to note. Past that, and a non-lucid false awakening in between, I don't recall any other dreams, but who's complaining?

Dream 1 - Start Your Dreams With Minecraft... Or Not

A familiar dizzying sensation marked a successful WILD.

Made a quick call to my dream guide, E, but after half a minute, she wouldn't answer. Had to keep things moving without her.

I decided to transition via phasing. So, I floated up, then landed face-first on the white-covered mattress. There was resistance, but eventually, I went through.

Found myself floating in a blue-tinted wormhole. Oh, haven't seen this in a while. I muttered "deeper" to keep stable. After an exhilarating minute or so, I'm dropped off into a clear blue dawn sky. A look down revealed a hilled forest with the blocky textures of Minecraft. Eh, been there, done that. I flew around to wait out this environment. The visuals got crisper and brighter by the second.

Then, the dream just collapsed.

Scrap Group 1
False awakening in the master bedroom. My young niece, Iris, and my brother, Marcel, are nearby. The baby, as babies would do, dropped her sippy cup of milk on the pile of covers on the floor, making a damp mess.

Dream 2 - Silly Little DIELD and False Awakening Cycle

Scene 1 - Chasing Wildlife
That dizzying sensation again. Yup, dreaming.

As before, I phased through the matress, noticing that I actually shrunk down to microscopic size as I did, and went back into the portal. While there, I called E, who again didn't answer. I asked for her to leave an obvious sign of her presence somewhere if she'll turn up later.

I landed within a coniferous forest. I was skeptical, but a closer look showed much better visuals, real life textures blended almost unrecognizeably with 3D computer graphics in between. Much better.

Floated around joyously for a while between some hedges and bushes. Eventually, I encounter various wild animals bunched up in a clearing. Some deer, a cougar, a couple of boars, and a bear or two. Got curious why they'd gather up like that, but decided it would be more fun to just chase them around. I flew at them, causing them to scurry away with a few stock growls and whimpers. So, I landed, and dashed at blurring speeds after the cougar and a few deer, going fast enough to not tell if I'd warped time or not. The visuals blurred up in between, during which I rubbed my hands to keep things stable.

Then, I stopped, and remembered the tail TOTM, but something distracted me. Ahead of me was a log cabin made of dark wood. I rubbed my hands in anticipation, not knowing what to expect. Things got brighter and more scenic. But, things just sort of fizzled away...

Scene 2 - Egg TOTM - Take 1
False awakining in bed. I regained awareness in a moment's time, confirmed once I was able to see through my room past my dark grey covers.

As before, I flew around and tried to shrink and phase through something, the white ceiling this time. As I did, I remembered the egg TOTM. Thought it best to sound some appropriate music for the task. I chose track 6 from Dyna Brothers, which played almost instantly on its own. Anyway, an opaque, spherical white space soon wraps around me. Once I noticed, the area is filled up with tranparent, bubbly liquid. This must be it. I tried to both chop down and telekinetically smash the boundaries, but nothing seemed to happen.

Cue an unknowing transition.

Scene 3 - That's A Fancy New Room I've Got...
A series of non-lucid false awakenings. Each time, I'd wake up in a heavily altered version of my bedroom, complete with a hallway and its own bathroom. Some of my siblings and perhaps even my niece and nephew show up, the former speaking of some real life concerns.

Scene 4 - Getting Anchored in Bed Again
Another series of false awakenings from which I gained awareness. I repeatedly try floating and phasing into another place, only to end up back in bed. Each time, I'd try an alternate approach, such as using different walls or theme songs. One of these transitions are eventually successful.

Scene 5 - Egg TOTM - Take 2
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was levitating over a river surround by forestry, all under a cloudy blue sky. Wasn't aware at first, until some whimsical Disney-esque music sounding in the background granted as much.

As I gazed down, I noticed a pile of round, leathery eggs in the water. Oh, right, the egg TOTM. This gave me an idea. I floated down, and found that I was only centimeters tall. Just as well. I tried individually swimming and phasing through several of them, but couldn't. The music "Mickey Moused" to tease at my unsuccessful attempts.

At a glance, I then found an even bigger, grander egg, this one uniquely covered in large, golden ridges. Oh, that's perfect! I launched myself towards there, and instantly found myself encased in a yellow-white enclosure. Things got a bit blurred, making me doubtful. Either way, I chopped the casing, which immediately cracked. Water and bright light filled the space. I "white out" for a moment.

When I come to, I'm floating down the surface of the river. Thought I screwed up for a second. When the visuals cleared up, I found a huge glop of egg whites and and a large, undisturbed yolk floating beside me. Heh, guess I got it after all.

Another unwitting transition.

Scene 6 - Time To Wrap Things Up
False awakening in that aforementioned false room. I get up and float through the hallway, and up and over Marcel and Iris, who were in the area. As I land, I start cackling about the dreams I just had, and couldnt' wait to write them down. That's when I realized the dream wasn't quite over yet. As much as I hated to do so, I intentionally woke up to keep memory of the experience.

Bed 8:30pm - 3:36am

DR 1 at 1am
I'm walking up a hill in Sweden. It's very green, lots of grass, trees and flowers. I'm taking tons of pictures with my new phone. I look back and there is a huge rock arch through which yu can see the ocean way below us. It's so beautiful.

DR 2 at 1am
Some kind of rocky tunnels, or old stone ruins, high up. I'm running from there. Come to the edge, they almost got me, but I jump off hoping I will fly. And I do.

DR 3 at 1am
We are flying above a coastline in Thailand. They are taking us to a resort. It's all undeveloped area. No other hotels or towns. I look along the shore and I tell them that another beach is nice and there is town, so thy should take us there. We want to see places besides the resort, like stores, towns, other people.

Flying over the ocean coast for a long time. Taking lots of pictures with my phone.

At the resort, I take a lots of pictures of their pictures on the wall. There are some unsent letters from previous guests. I'm reading the envelopes if I find any clues what happend to them, because I'm starting to thing something happened. The resort is not what it seems.

Dream
I decided to write this up because I've been slacking a bit.. I've forgotten a lot of the details though :/

Me and some people (possibly my old flatmates + friends) were walking down a large corridor, like an extended indoor drive way. It was concrete and seemed to be a part of a university. In here there was an alien pod, where the first aliens had landed.. We kind of react like they're evil, which they are, but it felt like a baseless accusation. One of us gets a futuristic (possibly alien) gun out and shoots them as they jump out of their ship. Holy shit, they're getting obliterated before they even realize it. As this happens I get the feeling they're defenseless and send a mayday to their alien friends in space..

We're walking away now, feeling safe. It isn't long though until more aliens start landing on Earth, it seems our massacre of their kind pissed them off. Shit.. I get everyone together and lead them to some more the alien-like weaponry, then we get everyone to head outside. I know of a safe area or something and lead everyone to another university building in the city. I think I shoot the heck out of some aliens as we go too, it feels pretty intense. I notice a person acting.. odd.. He looks doped up or something just wandering sluggishly. He looks my way and has a feral bloodshot eyes. I make the connection that the aliens have released a bio weapon to make some of us into zombies. But how does it spread? I'm also surprised they managed to act so fast..

We're in a mall area with escalators and staircases here and there, I remembered that in this part there were more zombie people around, I could vividly see their bloodshot eyes..

Towards the end of the dream we were in a sewer-like tunnel complex, like something the TMNT would stroll through. I can't remember much more except I had blasted my way through a few aliens and zombies before getting everyone in there safely.

Another note: the aliens were small and had 4 legs, each ending in a blade-like point. They had cone-shaped bodies/heads and I have no clue how they would operate intergalactic spaceships or spread world-devastating plagues.

I just had this really intense dream about my girl friend

I'm in Boston at a train station of some sort. Its similar to the Commuter Rail platform at Back Bay Station. I'm witnessing this scene from a different perspective, I'm looking at myself having a conversation with my old colleague Mont. There appears to be some sort of conflict. I missed my stop on the subway so I got off here. Its still light out, and the rays of sun are shinning into the station, its not quite as dark as Back Bay station usually it. I ask Mont how to get home from here. I realized I have to go back one stop to get to my car.

Instead of returning to my car I go with Mont to his house. At this point the dream is from my perspective and I'm planning on spending the night at Mont house with a few friends. We get on a plane to head over to his house. The plane is filled with people, one of them was my college roommate from freshman year. The seats are blue, and most people have their tray tables down.

The plane lands and we arrive at Mont's house with some of his friends and his girl friend.

We're in his living room, at this point its night time and there is no natural light shining through the windows. His house was a split level house. The upstairs had dark red carpeting. The living room had a brown couch and a glass coffee table. Mont and his girl friend are sitting on the couch drinking a couple of beers.

My girlfriend shows up, I greet her at the front door. (from door was glass with storm windows, the stoop was made of big blue stone bricks) She's being so mean to me, its very uncharacteristic of her to be rude. She brings me around to the back patio and breaks up with me. I start crying like crazy. I feel completely helpless, I'm absolutely devastated and she won't tell me why. She won't do anything but be really mean and seemed completely unfazed by any of this.

I am overwhelmed with thoughts. I think of her family and how maybe they could talk some sense into her. Right when I though that, she called her mom and told her we were done and not to talk to me anymore. I could hear her moms voice on the other line, every bit as confused as me. She quickly hangs up the phone and walks further into the backyard down a little path. One of Mont's friends is sitting on a set of patio stairs, they engage in conversation.

At this point I feel that we haven't finish our dialogue so I intrude. Mont's friend gets up and leaves. I tell her that losing her would be like losing my mother or my brother. It would be like receiving a phone call from your dad to inform you that he is no longer your dad. She looks at me blankly.

After what felt like an eternity of talking with her and following her around Mont's backyard I went back inside. Completely devastated.

When I get inside I have a flashback of this time I was hanging with my best friend Nick. We were driving around with his gf and my gf. We were driving on the highway. Nick is driving and I'm sitting up front in the passenger seat, and the girls are sitting in the back. We're about to stop for some food. The girls couldn't eat what we were stopping for because it wasn't healthy.

I feel so comforted my girl friend at this moment. I remember that Nick and I partied at Mont's house with his girlfriend once, we had to drag a bunch of mattresses into the basement because there weren't enough spots to sleep down there.

Thats when it hit me!!!
Of course!
That's why she was mad!
She was mad because we moved out mattress into the basement at Mont's house!

I'm back at Mont's house and I explain to everyone that the extra mattress downstairs was for Nick and his girl friend. I have to leave Mont's house and tell Jen immediately.

I leave Mont's house and his front steps are weird. They are made of road boxes stacked on top of each other. Each step is a different height, some steps are so big I feel like I have to jump. I'm afraid of falling that these huge steps, it's a long drop! The steps Lead down into a vacant mall store.
It's very dimly lit. The light shining in is from the main shopping area outside this store. The garage door looking thing is pulled down and locked.

My girl friend comes to pick me up. The car pulls up right next to the massive stairs. I get in the car.

She's so much different than before. She looks me in the eyes, her sitting in the driver side seat, and me looking over from the passenger seat. She tells me it was just a bad dream, that she never broke up with me. She loves me so much. I feel so much better!!!

We start off driving and her friend is in the back seat now. I don't know this person, she's little on the heavier side and looks nothing like any of her friends. The roads are terribly snowing, we're driving through an awful blizzard. We come up to this crazy water slide. It's out of season, and covered in snow. We proceed to drive up it. Her friend in the back seat is having the time of her life, completely unfazed by this dangerously steep, windy, slippery slide. The car starts to struggle so we use our arms to climb up the slide. We have our hands and feet out the windows to pull the car up and it's very strange.

I wake up to the sound of a text message. My girl friend is on a retreat for the week so we have been communicating via phone for the last couple days. it says “I can't wait to see you tomorrow! I love you so much!!!”

What a crazy dream!!!

Last night bed 8:30pm - 7am (day off)

DR 1:
Some kind of a indoor canal. I'm standing on the banks made of gray stone and mortar. Walls are vertical. Looking in the water at the fish. They are smaller and some bigger. Cant see them very clear because water is kinda wavey. I point at one saying it's big, but someone says it's just an illusion, it's not so big.

Pull off a cover from a low barge, Ophelia standing next to me. We see a green, slim snake get into some crevice between boxes on the ship. I say how good we saw it, instead of finding it later as a surprise.

DR 2:
I'm on top of the very tall hill. It's all sandy and sand stones. I'm climbing even higher on a large rock formation on the top. I'm trying to find holes to put my feet in and grab on. Then I realize what I'm doing and question it, realizing it will be hard climbing down the other side, because of steep and unstable.

A large boulder gets lose and it's rolling down the hill. I look down at the town street with people walking by and I yell at them to watch out.

Now I'm on the street, in front of the store near the church in the square of my hometown. I feel wind picking up. A younger guy in white shirt that's blowing in the wind, yells something that ends with ... bitch. As in "that's how it's done, bitch".

He askes me if I feel the portal wind getting stronger. I feel it and it's blowing me away. I grab and stand into a near doorway while feeling a very strong, almost magnetic force pushing me away. We both wonder out loud who is coming through the portal on the top of the hill.

Almost the worst recall ever.

Something about my wife driving someone around...