non-lucid

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Captured at Not-Nazarick
I'm my best friend D's den at his parent's house. My uncle K has been shot multiple times in the head with a pistol but he isn't going down. I can see fleshy material where the bullet went in. They keep shooting him. They test talking to him and he isn't coherent anymore, but doesn't go down. Some time later I'm hiding in a side bathroom that isn't normally there (it's normally in a different off-shoot of the room). I try to call 911 but get interrupted. The captors take me upstairs where D's room normally is, and it is outfitted as a 'hacker's room'. There are two hackers there and they have multiple monitor setups. They also have keyboards that virtually scroll vertical, and they explain that this makes them type faster. They tell me my 911 call is pointless because they blocked it. For some reason, the team of captors remind me of the staff of Nazarick from the anime Overlord (they aren't the characters though). We go to the foyer downstairs and they all crowd there. Apparently they have decided to let me go. There is an emotional goodbye (the leader reminds me of my friend JV) and then I leave through the front door.

I'm running through a gloomy version of my neighborhood with overgrown grass and deep dark green colors. I end up running through a random house through an open window, observe the living room while running, and leave through another open area without stopping. It is similar to how I was doing it in the Woods Nightmare dream. I was worried about waking the owners of the home as I ran through. I end up on a high patio, and I have the feeling that I am being tracked. The dream overall is scary, but doesn't have the same sense of dread as a nightmare.


The neighborhood. Made with Stable Diffusion.

Ignoring Work and the Jungle
I'm at my desk at work. My coworker D is sitting next to me explaining something. Others nearby are listening intently, but I decide that it isn't important and ignore him. I tell him that. He thinks it is funny. No hard feelings. Dream feels lighthearted.

Fragment
I recall a muggy jungle with maybe some drizzle but not much else.

Potential Influencing Factors:
Exercise - 1 hour of walking.
Meditation - About 15 minutes of visualization.
Diet - Ate heavy meal at Panda Express.

I was at my friend K's house, sitting in the living room where we used to hang out. Her dog had died (it died years ago IRL) and she was mourning that she wasn't able to be with her in her last moments. I was crying with her as we put her dog into a small wooden coffin with a bronze cross on it.

...

Later, the dog plot is over and we are just sitting and talking. The dream is semi-lucid and we are talking in the pretense that we are in a shared dream.

"You know I always liked you and dropped lots of hints but you never took our relationship to the next level." (Huh boy here we go with THIS plot again.)

"Because I only liked you as a friend." I responded. "And I don't like this game playing dropping hints and making moves game. Love is love and if you feel something you should openly tell someone and not subscribe to societal conventions. Life is short..." I gestured outside to where we buried the dog. "Too short to be playing games with other peoples feelings."

She kind of bounces in her seat like an impatient toddler and clenches her fists. Kind of acting immature in that manner where you are self aware that you are acting immature and could actually be more mature about the subject if you wanted to.

"But thats not FAIIRRRR!!!" During this time the dream scene changes to the park in front of my current home, though the sofa she is sitting on remains as-is. She fades into the background. There is a large wooden open pavilion with a concrete floor and picnic tables under it. Some DCs are in there. There are about ten of them, all late teens/YA. One of them is a boy with wavy hair not wearing a shirt. I stop and have an interaction with them. The shirtless boy is kind of a jerk. Some of the other DCs feel like combinations or reinterpretations of kids from the neighborhood I grew up in.

K comes back into the scene though she now seems like a combination of K and C. "You're such a hypocritical ass." She says ass in a really vitriolic way like she wants it to hurt my feelings though it doesn't affect me. "You don't think about what I want. You won't be the person I want you to be and you won't be with me because you'd rather be with-" She says the word like a bug flew into her mouth. "Manei."

"HEY!" Manei shouts from over my shoulder very loud. I think to myself, 'wow she almost scared me awake. Wait... if I can be scared awake, that means I am dreaming.'

"Hade is this girl bothering you?"

"Yes."

She walks over to the K/C hybrid DC and is maybe a head and a half taller than her. The K/C hybrid charges at her and starts punching manei in the chest and stomach but she doesn't even flinch or respond. She picks up the DC, who is wearing a white tank top, by the sort of front collar/chest area and lifts her up with one arm fully extended (the K/C hybrid is still flailing around like a rabid animal) and looks at her like she is something she scraped off the bottom of her shoe for a second, then her expression mellows.

"No Violencia aqui, por favor. Es un tiempo wake up."

Then overhand throws her so hard she goes flying off in the sky. The physics don't really work out as she floats away rather slowly at first, tumbling through the air upwards at about a 45 degree angle at maybe 20-30kph and then starts to gradually speed up as she gets further away. She disappears in the sky with a 'ding' and a shimmer of light like when team rocket blasts off.

"That was in-appropriate. Nobody else do that or I will 'yeet' you also." She says to the other DCs who all scatter and run away. One of them climbs over a picnic table and his leg gets stuck causing him to faceplant on the concrete in a quite comical way. Manei says something else about the lucid dreaming competition being pointless and that it is time for me to wake up.

DILD x1 10pt

-+-

I took a nap and woke up with abou one hour and 45 minutes left on the clock for the comp in my timezone. Wasn't trying to get a miracle but might as well log the extra points (the dreams were funny).

Spoiler for cw: masturbation:

Anyways I was at my old childhood home and this family shows up at the door with a present for me. I unwrap it and its a large yellow cylinder maybe 30cm in diameter and 150-170cm tall. It has a siren on top and a big red button. It's labeled in big bold red letters "masturbation station". The father of the family shows me that when you press the button the top, the siren on top goes off for a few seconds and then the top unfolds into a wide flat bed/table and a sort of robot arm comes out and idles near you. It has textured black rubber grippers and the hand is sort of shaped to... well... help you out. It also has a dispenser for tissues and lotion as well as very detailed instructions painted on a little panel that comes up on the side of the bed showing what positions to get into. He then lets slide that he "worked hard to clean it up and repair it because it was heavily used."

At first I was thinking this is sort of a funny joke present and laughed along with them as the family's son who was about 12 couldn't stop giggling. My grandparents were there and my grandmother was looking at the scene like "what the fuck" but my grandfather was filming and trying very hard not to laugh. But my attitude completely shifts the moment he mentions that somebody has really been beating their meat for years using this thing. I say that it feels like getting someone elses used underwear... sure it was put through the wash three times in a row, but it was still used underwear. They seem to understand that I'm not being rude and maybe put off by that part. I am also thinking that when the plastic bed folds out it folds out on one side, but the thing doesn't have a wide base and even if its bottom heavy, it would fall over if you slept on it, which reinforces the idea that this is a joke product and not meant for actual use.

-+-

I am with Manei, semi lucid. We are shopping at an old-style grocery store because we are going to prepare a meal together. I note it is a smaller store not like a superstore in america and the product brands are all weird ones I've never seen before. I am looking through wooden bins of fruit and find a large orange. I comment to Manei how "In most parts of the world, people cannot ever get an orange, or its very rare because it has to be imported. It's important to appreciate how amazing it is we can try foods from all over the world." She seems to agree.

The scene changes when we leave the grocery store. It is late in the evening, the sun is going down but there is still some twilight and we are walking in the parking lot. It is very similar to the parking lot of the store in my old hometown but feels smaller and many of the buildings and streets are different. I specifically remember the five-lane stroad intersection being replaced with a two lane intersection. We get to Manei's car (which pretty consistently has been some kind of black sports car convertible for years, but I think she also has a green sort of offroad jeep type thing.) Someone has keyed her car all the way down the driver's side.

"It was probably the angry DC you yeeted last night-wait..."

I remember waking up and being in limbo for a second. I was going to mention to her that she could "look at the scratch, look away and look back" and if she expected it to be gone, it would go away.

2 dreams. Fun ones.

Dream 1: It all started with GTA 5. I was playing as a character that basically has cancer, but I need a chemical every few minutes to not die. I was doing a Heist with Mike and Franklin, getting these rich idiots’ cars and money from their homes. It was surprisingly complicated. Turns out though when we made it there, Lester was working there and I had to blow up lester as well. Crazy.

Dream 2: I was the same Cancer Man as last dream. Only this time I was at a friend's house. I found this app that worked double for VR. Had headphones to go with it too. The app was a fantasy simulator, that I oddly recall perfectly from before but don’t know where it is. It was average medieval fantasy stuff, but I had a slime girlfriend that I spent time with. In the house, we played piano and fought demons from the game. It was genuinely fun. Later on, I drove to a therapist and for some reason the slime girl was there with me, along with a relative. I had a really old iPad of mine from 2011, and nostalgia hit me. Then I woke up.

I had some non lucid dream that went on for awhile. The dream was at what was supposed to be a ski resort, though it felt like it was also a mixture of the lake at my aunt's vacation home in michigan and somewhere with snow-capped mountian like mt. fiji. I remember getting onto a flying ski lift chair and going very fast across the entire region to a big ski lodge resort building. Then feeling lost, and realizing I didn't have my phone, wallet, keys or any other personal belongings and couldn't remember how I'd gotten here. There was a lot of faffing about and general anxiety in a pretty discoherent manner.

At some point I got to a low level of lucidity. Manei and Madmonkey's guide, Juliana appeared. I remember Manei was wearing a black kimono with pink flowers. Juliana had a wooden magic wand, red and gold scarf and round glasses like harry potter. The two stated the intent to do a procedure on me to purge negative aspects of myself that were holding me down. They explained that everything in a dream is a projection of myself, but that negative aspects sometimes hide internally and need to be separated out into a separate entity in the dream world and then dealt with. Juliana waived a wand and a little point of light appeared out of it.

All of this brownish dust began moving out of my body, creating a really interesting sensation. It flowed out of me in streams and forms together into a humanoid form. Its sort of made out of twisted, warped petrified wood like material and flies around on fire jets like I do though it does not make blue fire on its right side. It also expands in size to... I don't know fifty or a hundred meters. It gets really big. The being also doesn't really have fingers or toes, its limbs just split apart into clusters of forking branches like tree roots. The being's head is made of cloth and inflated. Its head is an orange a hot air balloon made to look like a jack-o-lantern. But the face is animated and can change.

The being laughs in a cartoony deep evil demon voice and boasts that it is free of me and will now enact destruction. Manei then summons her malachite sword and launches into the air, crossing the distance almost instantly. She is in the narrow area where the balloon head is secured to the wood body and makes one circular cut all the way around, cutting 8 or so ropes. The being is defeated, its limp body falls into the lake and splashes down, and the jack o lantern balloon head seems to deflate but also floats upwards.

At my grandmother's house. Thinking about how it is always summer in my dreams but a cold March in reality. I want to go out to check the garden. There is a guarding girl who doesn't want to let me out, I tell her that I have to go to school in half an hour anyway and she lets me go.
I am in car with R. or maybe someone else, he takes a wrong turn and I am mad at him. I end up next to a mall with a group of schoolmates and I don't like it because I actually wanted to go to school. They want to go drinking. We argue in a small snack bar, right next to a railing of a mall atrium, several floors high. I say something bad to one of my schoolmates, Honza, a strong guy who weighs much more than I do. He gets mad and attempts to push me over the railing. We're struggling and the railing collapses. Seeing that I can't prevent the fall, I cling to him and take him with me. The dreams end before the fall actually happens, with us floating in the air.

Waking up disliking the ending because earlier this night, I was thinking that I would like to fly again or jump from a height. I reimagine the feeling of floating in the air and successfully DEILD back.

Falling. I slow the fall to levitation and land elegantly in a pirouette-like pose. I look for Honza and he's falling separately from me (and later than me, how convenient). I sent a rough burst of energy his way (this is like unaimed telekinesis, I am not counting it as a separate dream control because it works the same way), he bounces off it before reaching the ground like falling in an invisible trampoline, which gains me time and I catch him in more precise telekinesis and lower him slowly to the ground.
Together with my schoolmates again, I want to eat something and there is a supermarket with cash registers right next to us. There is a woman paying for her shopping and putting it in her bag. I see a truss of tomatoes there, take them (she ignores me) and put one in my mouth. I give the rest of the truss to my friends.
The tomato is awesome. Not really summer levels awesome but tasty and juicy. The sensation of eating it, including the juices bursting in my mouth and the texture of the seeds is so vivid and realistic that it makes me extremely happy. I want to share my happiness with one of my friends but she goes away and I quickly lose sight of her.
I decide to move on the 3-step tasks. The plan is to summon a potion and drink it. I check my pockets and find a bunch of thread spools but no potion.
I walk up stairs of a road overpass that should take me back to the higher floors of the mall because I am in the mood for more flying. On the way there, I also check the pockets of my cardigan and find two bottles there but they are lip gloss, not potions. I try to put it on my lips and it is extremely slimy. The bottle also leaks and the stuff spills everywhere.
I wake up, consider another DEILD attempt but decide to journal the dream instead.

Attack on the Landing Bay
I'm in a futuristic spaceship landing bay. There is a crisis going on. Maybe we are under attack. There is a blonde woman (she was a well-known actor but I didn't write this dream down fast enough to recall) and we are running. Apparently, we are being shoved off into a spaceship to go and be the last humans. There is some high emotion involved. We may have had families that were killed by the attack, so not exactly excited to be told that we are to go repopulate. We get into the cockpit and escape.

3.12.2023

Fragment 1 [+0.5]

I was in my apartment, I think. I try to turn on the light, but it wouldn’t turn on. This is unsettling, but I also remember that this is a dream sign. I think I do a reality check, but I don’t remember what happened after that.

3.13.2023

1:00am bedtime. 10 drops of wormwood tincture (half dose) about 11:30pm.

Awake by 9:30am. Took the following notes:

Preparing for exam, moving, driving through plaza, someone’s family died but doesn’t care, other guy remembers his own daughter and dancing with her, building electronic device, using  symbol for “about”. (Moving -> getting things out of cupboard)

Hobbits, a book, swimming pool, lemon in swimming pool,

Riddles, “hoodwinking” based on someone’s name.

Fragment 1 [+0.5]

I don’t remember too much about preparing for the exam. It involved making some kind of electronic device, and using the  symbol as a representation for the word “about”.

Fragment 2 [+0.5]

We are moving, or helping my grandmother move. Part of this process involves taking things out of a cupboard. My grandmother doesn’t seem happy with the way I’m working, which isn’t like her...something about driving through a plaza and then onto a road that intersects with the road my grandparents used to live on...

Fragment 3 [+0.5]

People are standing in line for something. While they are there, one guy finds out that his family has been killed. At first, I think he pretends to be shocked and grieved. But then he kind of shrugs it off because he is estranged from them anyway. Another guy that is standing with him starts thinking about his own daughter. It becomes a kind of cutscene, in which they are dancing together. The imagery becomes cartoonish as they do so.

Hobbits [+1]

Two Hobbits. I might be one of them. Or maybe I’m just with them. There is a book involved. There is something important about the book, I think. I go into someone’s house to see the book, maybe? Then we go on an adventure. This involves climbing down a hill, and a fighting scene. I have two short swords or daggers that I am fighting with, one in each hand. I think I’m borrowing one of them. [This might have been the same dream, and maybe earlier on:] going from one place to another. To do so, we jump into a swimming pool. I find this to be exciting. We cross to the other side of the pool where something happens (maybe this is where the Hobbit adventure happened, but I’m not sure). At one point, I think it might be fun to throw a lemon into the pool. I think about throwing several in, but decide on just the one.

Fragment 4 [+0.5]

Something about telling riddles. It seems that if you are really good at it, or able to trick someone else, this is called by a name I don’t quite remember, also known as “Hoodwinking”. The word, it seems, is based on someone’s name, someone who was good at tricking people I think.

Took a nap in the afternoon. Had the following dreams:

Fragment 5 [+0.5]

Something about British Columbia. Something about stars set in a blue background, I think. It seems to be a murder mystery (at least that’s what I wrote in my notebook). Something about how the US was glad to give British Columbia to Canada. It might have been a part of the state of Washington at one point in time. Someone says this in a belittling way, referring (I think) to the conservative leaning of the people that live there. The person talking is a liberal.

Fragment 6 [+0.5]

Christopher Robin gathers together a bunch of stuffed animals (representing Winnie the Pooh and friends) and jumps into a kind of square portal in the floor that takes him to the 100 Acre Wood.

I was back at my old sub job, except this time I was teaching a class of Ancient Egyptian guys. I remember going to the bathroom and using sand to wash my hands. I was explaining to them sqare kilometers, and using them to seperate property. I was actually kinda stupid a lot of the time, I forgot details and mixed terms (I referred to kilos as miles). Trevor Phillips then busts into my room and beats me up before I woke up

I was running through a black void, transitioning between first person views of myself and third person. The dream had a very strong emotional charge to it, I was incredibly angry and upset about something and running because of it. The ground is a dull grayish brown stone material with very little detail for the most part, and the area around me illuminated dimly.

Occasionally I come across ancient ruins made of the same dirty brown stone at times, lines of columns, arches and incomplete pyramids. They are of a very unusual architecture with square columns and an engraving of a sort of diamond knotwork design seems to be repeated a lot.

...

I am in my dream wonderland, though I am not properly lucid, so I can't claim points for it. (It seemed like a layer 0 lucidity, but I am not taking the points for it.) I am on the beach at night talking with Madmonkey's dream guide, Juliana. She is sitting on a palm tree that has grown out horizontal over the water producing some kind of light, either holding a torch or using a fire spell. It seems inconsistent when I try to remember it. At some point it was a big flood light like from a construction site.

I have set a large heavy stainless steel metal prism which is maybe six centimeters across and fifteen centimeters long, half buried in the sand. It is decagonal or dodectagonal (has 10 or 12 sides). The corners are beveled slightly as to not be sharp. It is half buried in the sand and am somehow using it to chart/draw a complex rune pattern in the sand. I have tied a string to it and used it to draw a large circle maybe five meters across. now I am filling in the details. The cylinder has small white two digit numbers printed on the sides (11,20,22,17) but they don't seem to have any meaning. I get frustrated and wipe away part of the rune I am drawing and try to smooth out the sand. I then remember that "Manei's dreamcatcher earring has nine-fold symmetry, but I don't have a nine-fold guide so I can't make it."

We have been talking for some time while I have been working, but I do not remember the entire conversation. The only section I remember was saying:

"Manei asked me to quit my job so that I could focus on personal development. The place was poisoning me physically and spiritually. But now that I am here, It seems like I can't get lucid anymore."



NLD x2

Woods Mansion Nightmare
I'm walking in a heavily wooded area at night. Grass is above my ankles and wet. I come across my best friend D. He has a bed just outside the window of a mansion with lights shining on the grass below. We talk for a bit and then decide to go into the mansion.

I'm running sideways and side jump through an open window in the mansion. It is well-lit and makes me think an older person might live there. Meticulously clean, lots of furniture we wouldn't be allowed to sit on, bookshelves all over. Then a woman with big 80's hair appears. It is blonde and straight up. Her face reminds me of older photos of my Mom (rest in peace). The woman runs into the room frantically.

"DO YOU REMEMBER ME?!?!" the woman yells at me.

I don't reply. At this point I'm in fight or flight mode. I'm running sideways again, and I do a side jump out a window. I fell as if I'm being chased but I don't look back to check. My escape route takes me back into the mansion. I'm running inside it again. I tried to change my path and leave through a window I previously came in from, but now there is a wall there.

I had a thought as I stared at the ceiling, since I couldn't sleep after this dream. The way she said "Do you remember me?" was aggresive in the context of the dream (nightmare) but the actual content of what she said wasn't. I was thinking that if my mom was actually in some kind of collective unconscious in the afterlife, maybe she was trying to reach out and the message got scrambled by the context of the dream? I'm not normally so much the "hand wavy" type of guy. But I still find stuff like this interesting to think about.

Fragment
I'm in a more casual setting now. It reminds me of Grandma P's bathroom from a few houses ago. My mom is there, but her skin looks older. I don't recognize/recall that she passed some years ago. We spent some time together but I can't recall much.

I've had some similar dreams with her showing up like this. We were close when she was alive, so I like to think she is just dropping by to say hi.

Pre-WBTB

Dream Fragment
I'm back at J's playing board games. We're playing a tabletop RPG and my character's background is similar to Harry Potter's.

Car Coyotes
I'm driving down Joy road back at my hometown. There is a huge traffic jam, cars lined up, with police lights blaring in the distance. Not sure why. Maybe a crash? There's a barricade up further and, through the way the lines of cars have aligned, I can't help but driving directly to the barricade. I'm wondering what this is about when two coyotes start jumping and snarling up toward my window. I have my windows down about halfway because of my A/C problems, so the coyotes are just barely out of biting range. The police up ahead pay me no attention. I notice I have passengers. One small coyote manages to squeeze through the window crack and enter the car. My body has frozen up, so I can't react to the coyote or try to close the window so more don't get in. More get in. I start to worry about rabies. The other passengers are trying to get the coyotes out, but they are small and hard to track.

Post-WBTB

Dogfight in the City
I'm in a space dogfight in the city. My brother and I are on the same team. We are flying Arwings from the Starfox series. Sky is purple and dark. Might have been some green lightning. Epic type of scene. I need to fly into the repair bay to get fixed up after finishing the battle. Maybe it was the Great Fox. When I get in, I get radioed that the enemy has another sneak attack and they need me. They tell me I need to get into a different Arwing. I find one and start to takeoff. My view changes to 3rd person and now I'm flying the Millennium Falcon. Next thing I know the combat is completed and I'm chilling with my team in the foyer area of the main ship. I'm searching the fridge for some food. There is a couch opposite the fridge, and some friends are noting that they may have messed up where things are in there. While scrolling through the futuristic interface to get food, I see some raunchy art photos. I don't say anything and just scroll past them. I eventually move some shelves around and find some cheese stick and pretzel snacks.



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First time updating in 4 days.

Day 8: Just WBTB
Day 9: Just WBTB
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Day 10:

Non lucid -
First thing I remember is that I was in my room and my brother was on the edge of the bed. Was trying to use my laptop, but for some reason it was buggy and my mouse kept moving too much. I thought it was a computer virus that I forgot the name of.
Turns out he was moving my mouse around and there was no virus.

Memory gap. I'm heading out of an auditorium. it's actually just my old school. I head to the grade 6 science room. While I'm headed there, I hear rumors that there's an 'animation studio' in the school now.
Inside the room, my old computer teacher was there. He didn't seem to know what he was doing. I could probably do better than him, I think.

Memory gap again. I'm playing Minecraft now at a void base. A warden spawns, notices me through glass, and kills me with a laser.
A chicken falls down into the void after I respawn.
Then a new warden spawns somewhere else and kills me again.

—
Day 11 (today):

Frag -
I was having a non-lucid but something was a little off: The sound and vision of the dream had little to do with each other. I was hearing people talking about lucid dreaming, while I was trying to do something else I forgot.

Frag 2 -
ELD changed his profile picture, and the thumbnails of all his videos. He also renamed the channel to something else.

Lucid -
I don’t remember how I got lucid. But as soon as I did, I just flew. No crazy stuff happened, I just flew through a wintery valley for what felt like half an hour. It was kind of fun to just do that.

—

Counting up the points

Full non-lucid: +1
2 dream frags: +1
DILD: +10
4 WBTB (nightly, not subsequent): +8
Fly: +5

Total: 25

3.9.2023

Notes from last night: Hotel, pizza, a bunch of people on the bed while couch has empty spots, 7 of 9, VLDL on sports field, watching sports game, participating in sport while on roller cart, someone died, got sympathy card

Not sure if this was all one dream [+1]

I was staying in a hotel. I think we were on vacation. Not sure who was with me, exactly. Someone got the hotel to put a pizza dispenser in their room. The pizza was pretty good. A bunch of people come over to one of the rooms, and a few of them pile onto the bed while only a couple of people sit on the couch. Something about “why doesn’t someone move to the couch?” There seems to be a guy there people don’t like, or are annoyed with, or something.

Seven of Nine does something involving a bath tub – filling it with dirt or something.

The acting group Viva la Dirt League is on a sports field. I discuss them with my Uncle, I think. A sports game starts taking place, while I go inside (the hotel?). Then I go back out. There is a lot of water around.

I walk up toward the university campus. There are some people playing a sport that is like soccer but with a volleyball. I am on a small roller cart, and I catch the ball at one point. Also, it seems to be here that I’m simultaneously in a Church service. Someone has died, and the service mentions them. Meanwhile someone hands me a sort of a sympathy card. I didn’t really know the person too well though.

3.11.2023

1:02am – bedtime

3:56am – WBTB [+2]

Took the following notes by hand:

“Lurkers-type war, bike lock; going somewhere, finding reading material, packing, trying to make a movie with a “robot” Servalan, having trouble with arm pistons. Trials in lab. Kneeling for crown.”

To elaborate:

I don’t remember much about the Lurkers-type war (Lurkers.io is a browser game that I have become kind of addicted to).

Fragment 1 [+0.5)

...I think I was trying to lock my car to something using a bike lock...

Fragment 2 [+0.5]

We are getting ready to go somewhere. I don’t think we will be gone overnight, but for some reason I want to pack my luggage anyway. It will be a longish ride, so I also want to find something to read. I look browse some magazines...

Fragment 3 [+0.5]

I was trying to make some kind of movie using a robotic imitation of the character Servalan from the TV show Blakes 7. The arms, or at least the hands, were made of pistons, and I was having trouble getting them to do what I wanted them to do...[Servalan seems to be a dream sign. I watched this show over a year ago, and I don’t think I dream much about the other characters anymore. But Servalan keeps popping up.]



Fragment 4 [+0.5]

Doing some trials in the lab, which involved running around a table. I feel that I should have been completing a circuit of the table and ending in the same spot, but I don’t end exactly where I want to. This might be acceptable though...[maybe the same dream:] kneeling for a crown...

4:13- back to bed

9:56 – awake. Took the following notes by hand:

“Man drowned in [nearby lake name] while being chased. Body not recovered. I look at lake. See guy laying near opposite bank. They say he was used to the cold or something. Is that the guy? Up into a cave.

“Sleepover at Uncle D-‘s

“Getting gas, making rhymes.”

To elaborate:

Man in lake, cave [+1]

Someone was being chased, I think by the police, and ended up going into the lake. He presumably drowned, although they never found the body. I am walking along, looking at the lake a little unsettled wondering if I will see the body. Looking across the lake to the opposite bank, I see a man lying in a sort of concrete trough. He is living, and looks like a homeless man. I get the idea (maybe from people nearby) that he is used to being out in the elements. I think it’s possible this could be the guy that was being chased. Then I start going into a small, nearby cave. It’s dark in there, and I end up leaving.

Fragment 5 [+0.5]

I am at my Uncle’s house. I am spending the night there, along with some other relatives.

Fragment 6 [+0.5]

Riding in a car with my dad. We stop to get gas. I think I am going to be pumping the gas. I make up a rhyme about pumping gas. Then I make up another. I don’t remember much of the rhymes, except that the second one was something like “now it’s time for me, to pump some gas for thee”, maybe. I used the word “thee” anyway, to rhyme. I feel almost like they were limericks, though.

3.11.2023

Only slept for about 3 hours last night. I don’t remember much dreaming, although it seems like I was dreaming about circuitry and/or coding.