non-lucid

I was in school. The building was somehow incomplete and it was possible to fall out of it in some places. I was wandering the corridors of school searching for classroom. Everyone was staring at me for some reason. After a while I realised that I must climb up to another floor. I almost fallen down when climbing, but I managed to do this. My english language teacher was just looking at us, and gave us grades for climbing styles.

I think I went to bed somewhere around 00:00. Woke up around 08:00 and stayed in bed until 09:10.

Jacket
I've got a white jacket that looks a bit like the Michelin mascot. It's a jacket from a broadcasting company I used to work for. It has the acronym embroidered onto it on the front in black, as opposed to the red 'stickers' in reality. I might've peeled the red ones off already. I'm not sure how to remove the embroidered part though. I'm thinking to myself that this would make an ideal jacket for wintersports if I can manage to remove all the company logo's.

Grenades
I'm sitting at a rectangular table in a non-descript room. My little brother is sitting opposite of me and I think there's a girl or woman sitting next to him. To my left about 2 metres further is either the pope or John McCain, with a white woman sitting opposite him. I believe McCain/the pope was wearing white. My little brother throws a grenade at him which lands just next to him on the table. Everyone but McCain/Pope makes a run for it. He didn't notice because he's got his earplugs in and it seems like he is Skyping on his laptop. The grenade explodes, but doesn't seem to do any damage. My little brother throws another grenade, and we dash for it again. This time it scares the shit ouf of McCain/Pope. There's at least 1 cameraman nearby, so I know this will be televised. I ask to speak to my private in a different room. This room we call Addis Abeba for some reason. The surroundings once I leave the first room suddenly become a bit more ancient/mystic. I get mad at my little brother and ask him what the hell he was doing. I sit on his chest in such a way that I won't crush him with my weight, but that he can't lift his arms. I start slapping him with a flat right hand on his cheeks to get some answers out of him. He whimpers a bit and gives me an answer, but very softly and I can't understand him. I tell him to speak up, but every time his answer is too soft. I tell him he can't get away with this by refusing to answer. Eventually we do leave the room to go back to the original room. At soom point I start to raise my awareness. I am considering everything I'm doing as if I'm writing a script. Someone with a cello enters the room. There was also something to do with music paper, though I can't recall what. My little brother and I go back to Addis Abeba again. I want answers. Eventually he breaks down and tells me that he got fired from his internship, but I can't get an answer as to why. I'm also surprised by the fact that he had an internship and that he got fired again. He whimpers and tells me that things are going bad with Bea. I ask him who that is and he tells me that it's his girlfriend. He has a girlfriend? I'm not sure if he's lieing to me or not. Suddenly my view changes to Facebook, with my aunt and cousin responding to a photo of him and his girlfriend about how they want to meet her and that they'll have to go to the school cafetaria to do so.

Shop
I had another dream, but it's taking up quite some time to write everything down. Maybe I'll do it later tonight. The gist of it is: I'm in a phoneshop to adjust my contract. I end up having a lengthy conversation with the salesgirl and my mom also adds some points. Eventually the girl and I talk about an academic subject.

I was in the basement of Pulp Fiction (i don't know what that actually means, maybe because the place was a basement and there were some guys that after talking were going to kill that guy) [I haven't seen the movie but since i dreamt with that i saw it. I saw the hateful 8 and maybe that's why i dreamt with something like that.]. There was a card that the messenger had who was destined to Einstein. He was old already and retired. But the messenger said that he didn't know where Einstein house was, he just was sent the coords and he dropped the bag from the airplane on the air at that location. The bag that was there was a black bag which had two black bags. One black bag contained paper, blank paper mostly, like 100 pages but the first two pages were written and they were a letter to the messenger saying that they'll soon have to bury him. The other bag had some tubes.

In my previous dream i was a kind of monster fighting a batallion. The king wanted it so he had his wishes fulfilled, although i would never do such a thing, but i just got transformed anyways. This batallion, of the queen Danerys looked behind and saw an army, some horses, they were embushed.

Before that, in a kind of flashback, i saw Daenerys in a castle room drinking wine with a very powerful man. Daenerys looked scared but anyways she said, the wine tastes like blood and fire, just as i like it. Then she said some more words to this man and left. Outside they were (i was observer probably) outside the tower of the Undying. They were left of it and they have to head to the front. They were surrounded by walls, and in the front there were some gardens. So they walked all to the left of the tower and then to the front if it turning right. Then there were some walls too, and some steps north there was no wall. So they went through that open space between walls and they headed to the entrance of the castle. There were more walls and the wooden door was to their left, meaning north.

Driving around a city for some important reason. I was involved but I was also watching what was happening like a show and reading about it in a book simultaneously. Something about a staged riot where a blonde couple I knew were pretending to be religious and they thought it was unfair to be presenting a lie of perfection to everyone else. Something involving older men in a gypsy tent with young girls bellydancing, I’m one of the girls. The next day I drive to the grocery store. I’m only visiting this town. It’s busy and I find a close parking spot but have to walk a long way. I go in and see some plastic jewels to put around the eyes. An older man buys them and his friends laugh at him a little, he has zero shame. I want to buy some but am embarrassed with all the men nearby. I can get them at the store in my hometown but I might forget. I see small boxes of cereal and the brands I ate growing up were now labeled, “legal or not?” I thought it was bizarre. I see some people I know. I check out with only a few items because I told someone, “as I was shopping I realized I had most of the items I was looking for.” It takes forever to check out. When I get to the checker he’s gay and pudgy. He directs me to the card machine and I start to sign my name but accidentally cancel my order and have to start over. He does the rest for me.

Sitting in a grassy lawn with a group of girls. We’re curious what’s going on in a small building covered with vines. We know the boys are in there. It’s a group of celibate, religious boys. An overweight, tall, middle aged woman comes up to us and encourages us to go inside because the men are looking for wives. I say, “well I’m married so I’m not sure that would be appropriate.’ But I go in with the other girls anyway. It looks like my aunt’s old house. One of the guys there we’re familiar with. He’s young with shaggy brown hair and it looks like he’s plucked his eyebrows excessively so they’re a little farther apart than they should be. I sit down and talk with him and he talks a lot. He talks about finding a wife. He says "one can’t be picky unless they want to wake up crying and alone every morning." He talks about his celibacy and there’s a picture of him hanging on the wall. I contemplate that perhaps I would have married him if I was single. He’s not bad, but I seem to have higher standards than him. And could he handle my moods? He continues talking about how the men are supposed to “judge" each other by eavesdropping on their arguments. He gets really angry when they close the door and argue in private. Secretly I can’t help but wonder if these celibate men are having gay sex with each other. An older blonde man like Steve Avery pokes his head through the window to the inside and gets one of the older brunette girls to climb out. I guess they had a secret date.
We’re out sitting on the lawn again in front of an old, abandoned mansion. After talking with that boy I’m contemplating my life and how it is now versus if I had taken the Christian route that I had intended as a child. As I imagine life as a devout Christian, all the colors in the dream start to become dull and almost gray. I have a premonition of a creepy orgy involving all the nearby celibate christians taking place in the mansion. All of them have demonized faces and are making eye contact with me. It made me really uncomfortable. The premonition faded and the colors were still dull. Yet I saw a red flower come back to life and regain vibrancy, but the wind blew it away. I desperately chased after it and caught it. I went into the mansion and talked with one of the older men. Once I got inside I knew it was the beginning of my premonition. I decided to leave and he wasn’t letting me out. I screamed for help and finally someone saw us, so the man let me go. Everyone had left the yard and the person who saw us told us we needed to hurry and run. The sky had turned dark gray. I wasn’t sure what was happening but we ran. When we got to the neighboring yard the grass was replaced with dark, brown water. We had to swim and it hurt my ears. Once we got to the house they let us in. The host was a very rich young lady from the 1800s.

Having dinner with my entire family, all sides. I’m eating lamb and made jalapeño butter to go with it. A guy says his meat is too tough. I offer him some of my lamb and he doesn’t want it. In the kitchen the cabinets remind me of my dad’s house. Except some are fucked up and won’t close or have cutouts in weird shapes to be able to close. I test alexia’s allergies afterward and they’re moderate-high. That means she’s allergic to the either the peanut butter or the shrimp.

Someone tells me that my dreams are weird and f*cked up and that must mean I’m f*cked up. I argue about that, suggesting that perhaps it means I’m even less f*cked up.

My recall has been terrible recently, but tonight was actually pretty good.

Bed @ 2205
Listening to Cloudsurfer
Woke @ 0455

Hair cutting kit
I'm walking through a grocery store and see a barber giving a demonstration of a hair cutting kit on a guy in the barber chair. The barber is demonstrating different tools and things that the kit can do, which means the volunteer's hair is looking stranger by the minute. He's not happy about it, but there's not much he can do - he doesn't want to stand up with sharp things close to his face.

Now I'm telling my friends that I've already ordered one of these kits and that it came this morning. I'm excited about it because, unlike the demo models, it has all functionality enabled, including the time control. I think how strange it would be to be thirty forever, but one of my friends cautions against it, wondering what the side-effects are. I wonder if you'd lose your memory back to the point you revert to, and that gives me pause.


The mall / the diner
I'm walking with a group of people through a mall. Peter and my wife are both with us. Peter and I are wearing long-sleeved button-down dress shirts and talking about how great they are. We swap notes on where we got our shirts and how much they cost. They're both a light pastel color - a blue or a green.

Now we're walked outside. We're still standing under the mall's giant overhang. Some people have set up tables out here, and Peter talks to the people running them - he clearly knows them well, but it's been a long time since he's been here, and they're glad to see him. I consider going to the car to get something, but I realize I forgot my shoes and it's been raining, and I don't want to get my socks soaked. I realize we'll all be going in a minute anyway and decide I'll have to do my best to walk on my toes to avoid getting the rest of my feet wet.

Now we're running up a grassy incline towards a diner. We used to go here, and this climb always winded me, but I'm doing great today. Now we're near the top, and I'm finally struggling. I'm disappointed - I thought I'd be able to make it all the way without slowing down too much.

Now we're near the top. Someone is fighting off some bees. I step back, not wanting to be stung, but he does OK.

Now we're in the diner. I've got a card game in my back pocket that I carry around because it's simple and fun. I want to show it to Peter, but I can't find a good moment. I fiddle with the rubber bands I brought to keep the deck together.

Now I'm sitting at a table looking at a diagram of a new shopping center someone wants to build. I notice a square right in the middle of other buildings and I ask about it, since no one would be able to get to it. The answer I receive is a non-answer, and I'm not satisfied with it. Someone else says that the most important thing in the new shopping center is a diner: without it, people won't have reason to come. A store is a store, but if there's a diner, people will come to eat and then stay to shop.


In-law suite
I'm "at home" talking to my wife about how to care for her parents when they get old. She's talked before about building out some kind of apartment for them to live with us. I wonder how that would work, where we'd put it (back yard, maybe?), then remember we have an unfinished basement. It wouldn't be cheap to finish it, but I bet John and I could frame it out fairly cheaply; those studs were only a couple of dollars each. We'd still need to have someone do the drywall, but we'd still save a lot of money. I think about what part of the basement to finish and what to leave unfinished - I still need my workshop.


Old planes
I'm driving on multilane road. I look to my right and see a plane driving next to us with a woman in the cockpit. The propeller is huge, and I hope it doesn't clip us. I wonder if she's going to keep "driving" or if she'll finally take off, and how fast she'll need to be to get off the ground. We're already going highway speeds, and her plane is shaking as if she's right at the line between driving and flying.

Now I'm walking with a couple of other guys by some old, retired planes. We start by talking about how much air gets pushed through each engine, that it's a surprisingly small amount, but then we get to talking about the majesty of these planes, which are all very large cargo or bombers. A Korean one in particular looks amazing. We round some of the planes and come across a guy wearing a mascot suite. One of the guys I'm with greets him.

Now we're inside a large building. Mascot guy is out of his suit, and we're all getting ready to work on a weird project, getting some old piece of equipment functioning again. Mascot guy is put in charge as the <something> sergeant.


Mansion RPG
I'm playing a game, a top-down RPG. My character is running north in a mansion corridor being chased by something. I think I'm going to make it, but then I hit a shadowed section that I can't pass and get caught. Turn-based battle starts. I tell all my party to attack, and I'm surprised they're all area attacks. There's only one enemy, so I'd have preferred directed attacks. To my surprise, the enemy is killed before he gets a turn. Now I'm back in the corridor and the dark patch is gone. I understand now: each patch is created by an enemy, and the enemy has to be killed to remove the patch.

Now I'm in another hallway. I see something on a counter but end up in a battle. This time, I grab the desert before the enemies can, crack it open, and scoop out the passion fruit. There are three enemies, and I hope to pacify them all b y giving them some. I give some to the first two enemies, and they're happy; but then I can't find any for the third one. I'm hunting through the ruined desert, trying to find even one seed, and he's getting impatient. I stall him while trying to figure out what to do.

"Rocks ruined my life"

I saw a great ancient settlement. It was a mix of Babylonian, Aztec and Mayan civilisations. Hieroglyphs on a wall made of gold depicted many scenes from it's history, but I couldn't understand anything. I saw a king - a black, bald man wearing golden pants. He sang a catchy song about poison while I've seen an enormous steel syringe apply a poison to a body of another man. The song ended abruptly and I saw a man wandering the desert in search of civilisation and rescue. Every object lying on the ground formed word "Rocks". The man walked up a hill, and saw a huge valley with "Rocks" written all around it by sand or stones. He said "Rocks ruined my life!"

D1 - I find out why I have been falling in love with the same red haired person through time.
I meet Matt Smith and Karen Gillan , and here is the synch


Anyway best thing is, is the time machine is a train. We travel and tracks through space and time, on outside of train for some reason.
Meeting past life red head, earlier red head this life time and later red head this life time. Which are all supposed to be same soul
Anyhow was cool.

D2 - Brother and ex-wife are in some kind of limbo, with 2 years not knowing what to do or where to live. They visit a warehouse with lots of boxes with special coding on them. I figure out how it works but can see no point for such a system as they have next to no stock.

D3 - Horse riding competiton. Our side is very confident but are tricked due to this. Our last hope is a good rider, he jumps and swings himself onto the horses back much as a gymnast onto the parallel bars. But we are still tricked it seems.

I was at a park with one of my second cousins (who I haven't seen in over a decade). My mom was there too. We built a brick kiln and were planning on putting some silver dumbells into it. And I was like we've done that before, a long time ago. Then me and my cousin started doing bicep curls. I had some one pound weights and he had two pound weights and it seemed silly because the weights were so light and I dropped one of mine and didn't even notice and I kept on doing bicep curls.

Then I was on what was supposed to be monkey bars with a boy around maybe 12 or 13. But the monkey bars were more like metal trees lined up side by side, and too high off the ground. We were climbing across and it was difficult. The boy slipped and almost fell off and I am like "Are you ok?" He was ok. And after we got across I told my mom those were dangerous and would not work, because she was planning on letting her 50 and 60 year old women friends use them for exercise.

Then I went into the women's bathroom in the recreation building and all the stalls had either trapdoors, cabinets, or furniture and I thought there were too many hiding places in there where someone could peek at me so I went into the men's bathroom where there were just two plain stalls but then I left the stall door open and the bathroom door open and could see into the rest of the building. As I came out of the bathroom there was a janitor, a skinny man with messy gray hair, pushing a cart of cleaning supplies toward the bathroom and I thought I got out of there just in time.

Went to bed a bit before 00:00. Woke up around 08:00, tried to sleep again but I couldn't. It's now 09:00.

Fragments
» A friend from Indonesia who is now here replies to a message of mine on whatsapp. I can't recall what, but her message showed that she didn't understand me / the situation.

» I'm at the corner of the street, close to my home. I'm lying/leaning on an object, perhaps made out of stone. I got my phone in my hand and I'm looking at some porn. I quickly look behind me to see if anyone is approaching. The streets are all empty. It's also still mildly dark outside. I turn my brightness down.

Beach
I'm at what appears to be a beach with my friends TD and Lin, as well as some others. TD is naming Southeast Asian countries, though I can't recall why. Once she mentions Indonesia I give a slight cheer. Somewhere a few metres behind me she spots her nephew Sam. She calls out to him a few times, but I don't remember if he heard her. He's with his dad / her brother, so we pick up our stuff to move places. Some 50 metres further perhaps a row of people is sitting. One of them is my cousin. We order some food. I don't remember exactly what I got, but it had a lot of meat in it. I wasn't happy with the food I got. If I had known.... [I'm a veggie].

Raid
There's some type of raid going on on a rundown warehouse. It is used by a group of bald white men, similar to the ones in Mad Max. I'm partially participating, partially observing. It's mostly fragments that I remember.

At some point someone uses a kind of fireballthrower to shoot at one of the baldies who is at the end of the hallway. The baldie makes fun of it by repeatedly ducking just around the corner, until one of the fireballs ricochets off the wall and hits him.

At the second floor there's also some kind of device that will end all this, though I don't remember how. Two, perhaps three different groups are after it. I'm in the same room as the device, but I don't know what I'm looking for. One of the baldies enters the room without seeing me.

I'm no longer in the room. I've got a notebook which I'm frantically flipping through to find the right notes about the device, because I can't recall how to get into the room.

A car is parked in my street, close to the 'porn corner'. There's a guy behind the steering wheel who just woke up. Though I can't remember, something tells me it was a big black guy. I do remember that his name was Zeus. He had handcuffs or something alike. Someone comes up to him to check. He pretends he's still cuffed, even though he's gotten loose already.

Dream 1 - Bath
I remember being at my ex's house and her family is there, we're warming up the bath tub so my daughter can have a bath. The water is too hot and I know that I need to add more cold water, Tim (my ex's brother) is holding onto my daughter and he lifts her over the bath. I'm too slow to react, at first I was intending to tell him not to because she still has her clothes on, but then he drops her. Instant panic and fear, I'm practically screaming NO! in my head but they won't come out. The waters too hot so it hurts her and she nearly drowns because she's still little. I'm so scared and I try rescue her from the bath but there's still a chance she breathed in some water and could drown. I wake up in shock from the whole thing feeling more than a little uncomfortable.

Dream 2 - Aliens
I remember I was with a crew on an alien ship or something, we're exploring the place and come across some interesting looking eggs with glowing blue veins (pretty much the same as the ones in 'Aliens vs. Predators' but with glowing-coolness). The eggs are deactivated at the moment, and I instantly think about the game I'd played recently where the turrets were deactivated and I wanted to destroy them since I knew they'd activate later on and attack me... Geeze, no one wants to attack them? Whatever. They even have guns, just one shot would do the trick. Oh well, we continue onwards and enter an open area, everyone is quite relaxed and casual. The others are quite social and I think I'm a newcomer to the group. I decide to walk back and check out the alien eggs, on my way I pass by another group member and I say something, he gets a 'Umm what...?' look on his face. I reply to his expression by saying something about how I'm just making sure we don't get killed by aliens. I walk in to the alien egg room and the door closes behind me (it's an alien door that's automatic, it looks pretty cool too). I think something happens and the eggs activate, FFFFFUUU. If only they had listened, whelp I'm not going to die atleast since I'm GTFO. I sprint out the door and into the hallway. The guy I passed in the hallway is ahead of me and I alert him to the spawning of aliens, he doesn't take me seriously though so I just yank his arm and drag him with me. He'll understand later and if he wants to stay then that's his problem I guess. He kind of just goes with it and lets me drag him along. I think this is as far as the dream went.

There was a part about Undertale. I saw Chara and Frisk on the same platform, like as if it were the side of an apartment building and they were standing on the exterior "porch" (or whatever it's called) which had no railing. There was a second Chara across from them.

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James Bond and a female accomplice who he was carrying were going through a subterranean series, of some kind of factory and they got to the elevator and in it. The elevator was going up, and an explosion started below after they had gotten so far. Thought of "Keep going, keep going" showed up. James survived and the female didn't, and James Bond was then crying because of the loss. There were then three people in another building, one whose left and right sides of his face didn't line up as if he were ripped apart and put back together.

I'm not physicaly in the dream; I'm just witnessing.

There's a group of adventurers in a post-apocalyptic world; a girl, a man and a angel. The angel is wielding a strange sword that looks like a rapier but turn into a pillar of light when he use it. The girl seem to be able to use it too. They are on the street, under a ink-black sky and harsh neon light.

Shopping with brother

I was in a supermarket with my older brother. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans trousers. He was much more slim than I remembered him. We bought some food and a bottle of wine, then we went outside. The shop was surrounded by beautiful primeval forests. He drank the whole bottle of wine, and we entered a car. It was a red sports car, but I can't recall what kind of car it was.

Kidnapping

I was inside a car with my younger sister and a strange couple - a dark haired man with a moustache wearing clothes in shade between green and gray. I can't quite recall the woman, though she had long, dark hair, and she was wearing black clothes. She used a dark red lipstick. We were driving through the city, and then we stopped near a bank. They took masks and entered the building. After a while I heard alarm, the two run out of building and entered the car quickly. We drove forward, to another city. We stopped near a value exchange office. They took their guns and masks. I wanted to take control of car, but he spotted me and I had to stop. I heard shots and saw counter-terrorists running towards the office. I ran inside, and saw the moment when woman was shot dead, and the man was using someone as meatshield. He got shot down, and with counter-terrorists we entered the car. I told them that I can drive on my own, but he told me to take a passenger seat. We were talking about my family, which got killed by that thieving couple. Then we drove through a huge forest. Suddenly I found myself riding a bicycle in front of the car I was previously inside.

Today i've slept for 2 hours less than normal. Just because i want to change the sleep timing.

First i dreamt that im being hit violently by my father, who was drunk and with no control, telling me that those girls aren't for men (i don't know who i was with lol). He grabs me from the neck and just throws me away in the bathroom. I break a toilette with my head and he still wanted to hit me. I couldn't defend myself because he was too strong. Then i think i woke up in the night.

Then i dream something about Grace from The Mentalist. She was married.

I dreamt with being in a prision in Banda Norte, in street Antartidas Argentinas. We were all guys, like 30, and most of them looked like construction workers, just few of us like 2 or 3 were skinny. Suddenly 2 men came in from the gates and they came with a lot of girls, they were hookers. But each man had to be with a girl to do some production or something like that, however not the skinny guys, so these 2 men in suits decided to kill us. When i found out i started running and hiding. They were chasing me but i managed to enter into secret doors and just fool them for a while. The ladies didn't want to be there either but they had no choice, like everyone else. So i entered a secret stone door and went to the front of the jail. There were two women, and i think they helped me scape the jail before i get caught. It was dawn outside, although it was dark inside. I ran a lot, and i got to the other point of the city, where there was a carnaval or something similar. There were tents and it was a nice environment, but i did not forget i was running because i was in danger. There was the mayor of the town doing some balance with two glasses of strong pulpus drink. I talked to him and probablhy asked him to absolve me from the crimes i was punished for.

Then i dream about being in a kind of dark hall and there was my uncle Jose. There was a white mat and he stepped in and set himself on fire. He died and later it was his funeral. I remember i was with my grandmother (from my mother) and cried about that. But then i thought why am i crying if it is something natural a death, no matter how it happens but death itself is something natural. So I stopped crying while we everyone were going to the street. Then i think that the death was of my grandmother, who i was just with.

Morning

I was in a Warframe game. There is a massive Grineer offensive.

Evening

10:14pm

I was looking at a computer. I was chatting with someone. Mom? Mom was asking me to go home and help. I told her I am. The screen theme is black with some scattered windows.

I woke up in the living room. I heard someone. I went out the yard and saw mom in the backyard getting a pipe off a dog house. I went to her. I told her I didn't hear her come in or that she's coming. She said dad told her I'm her (or that dad opened the gate). I told her "But dad is dead." Then I realized it's all a dream, and I immediately became lucid, the dream improved in quality but I felt I was also quickly losing the dream. I hugged mom and music was playing in the background (lyrics, something like "Sana naman"). It sounded happy but for some reason, I felt very sad.

A photo popped out or slipped off from somewhere and it covered my entire view. The background is inside a church and the focus is on a woman sitting on the pews, facing towards the right where the altar would have been but it's not the picture. She was reading something, and a white book is covering her face so it's unclear. I felt it was supposed to be mom but she looks more like our aunt (who we call "mommy").

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Notes:

- I've been thinking of going home for a while now.
- Dad died a little over a year ago.
- Our 10-year-old dog died this month.