non-lucid

I’m in New Zealand mountain biking by myself. I’m catching tons of air and biking on very narrow and uneven passages but I’m not scared at all. Something happens that keeps me for a long time and when I go to return the bikes it’s night time and the gates are closed. I don't know what I’m going to do. Then I realized that the blue gate is motion sensored, so i get in. The workers take my bike and I get ushered to the front of the line.

I’m playing a game with a group of people. We are listening to a recording and watching a screen of random images and we have to come up with a good catchphrase in under 1.5 minutes. My recorder isn’t working at first. I see an aerial view of the flight paths to and from New Zealand and think of saying something about a plane but I don’t know enough about them. There is an underwater mountain range to the north east of NZ and an island called New Delhi.. Then I see an image of a woman in the ocean and one her breasts is sticking out of the water. I decide on “Tits: Because everything in the ocean is naked anyway” and I think it is so hilarious. All of a sudden I’m in the ocean swimming with B&A. There’s a koi fish following me and I try to bop it away because it grosses me out. A looks scared and tells me to swim fast. I assume it’s a shark and know that I’m not fast enough to out-swim a shark. I swim toward the boat and am amazed how fast I am. Turns out it was a massive group of koi fish chasing us. I wake up within another dream and tell my husband about my hilarious catchphrase.

I see a series of small children doing a funny hobbit dance in hobbit style clothes. It is so cute. I find out that they belong to attractive, young, trendy lesbians. All of them adopted except for one girl who claims to be the only one with both of her mothers’ genes. I’m not sure how that’s possible. Perhaps a three way mixture of both eggs and the donor sperm. I’m in the dining room and one of the lesbians who looks a bit asian american is painting henna free-hand on the wall. She tells me I need to unleash the intense creative power within me.
I’m renting out a duplex with my older sister. There’s a couple that live next door, but our places are also connected from the inside. Sometimes we use their bathroom. Once the man knocked on our door, asking to hang out. My sister is uncomfortable but I feel like we owe him so I allow him in. I go to sleep at some point and wake up in the middle of the night with him next to me. He’s pinning me down. He tries to tickle me a little bit. I scream at him but can't make any sound. I weakly realize it's because I'm dreaming. I try to get away. I finally break free and he follows me. I get my sister and tell that we need to leave now. She’s paralyzed with fear so I carry her out to the side of the road that looks like my parent’s street. There are a lot of white cars and I don’t know which one is ours. I unlock one and he gets in the driver seat and drives away, thinking I’m in there with him. I unlock my mom’s van and we frantically get inside and peel out. We’re taking an alternate route to my mom’s work. When I get to her work I write what happened with a quill and ink on a belt and in a black and white fashion magazine. Then I go to work, which happens to be a high end fashion show. He’s there and part of the show. Everyone loves him and thinks he’s so sweet and innocent. It makes me sick. My husband is there. After the show he goes to work an Asian breakfast restaurant and ignores us when my husband gently confronts him. I go home. I turn on the light in my bedroom and he’s laying in my bed with sunglasses. This is the second time he’s done that. “I told you you have to stop doing that!” I yell at him. At this point I decide that my best strategy is manipulating him, since resisting hasn’t worked. I get in bed and ask him why he’s doing this. We have an argument about dolphin swimming and water depth. He tries to impress me by showing me the millions of “stickies” he has under the covers for his cell phone. We go together to a different room that looks like my mom’s room. We’re playing baseball with a bunch of older kids in there. He’s the coach. Everything is disorganized. I bide my time and then after a while, say I have to go to the bathroom. I grab my phone that I left the previous night and I go into my bedroom. I contemplate that it’s a lot like Becky’s old bedroom. I try and think of a solution to my predicament. I think of asking people on dream views how to get rid of a stalker. But I realize it would be a dream stalker, following me and assaulting me in all of my dreams.

I'm at tha old university, there seem to be a problem with my diploma and the administration is as helping as usual. I get fed up and frustrated and walk out to get a breather. Here I met with a young man*, talking with me about my training period under his wing and being pretty clueless and hurtful. I get even more upset and get away from him, goign to the hospital collaborating with the university. I get down to the basement, which has turned into a sort of warehouse full of glimmering machinery. Operating one of those is the man I worked with, tinkering with it while someone watch. I notice a woman and a toddler off to the side, and while I can't see their face I know that they are his wife and son. I'm happy to see them well and happy; the boy is playing and squealing when his mother give him ice chips to eat. She propose me one and her husband mock-scold her about it; I say that I'll never pass the occasion to eat a book, and she hands me some "dictionnary ice". It doesn't have any particular taste, but I thank her. The man and me talk a little, sharing news. He seem pretty upset that I left the university and the project we worked on, and I try to tell him how hard it was for me, but I make myself upset and can't say the words. He seem to understand and stops me. Before I leave he looks like he's going to hug me, but both of us are too shy and akward for it.

*my superior was a young woman, but she had a lot of students to work with so I was left to my own devices a lot.

I woke up pretty early and decided to go for a WBTB.

I'm slightly lucid, enough that I want to track down the forceful man. The sky is overcast again, the colors both muted and intense. I find myself in a busy crowd, walking on a path in a park. It got a nice landscaping, with stones paths like the one I'm walking on, with nice half buried archways providing shadows in the summer, ponds and old trees, but the paths are riddled with potholes, and this one is caked with feces and sick. It's disgusting and people around me are obvious to it, except a woman who is desesperatly trying not to step in it. I follow her steps and we end up in a store, as crowded as the park, but at least it's clean. I caught a glimpse of a blond-haired man dark clothing, his hair silvery in the artificial light, but he disappear before I can reach him. I fall back to the woman I was with, she's arguing with a vendor about something. Finally she get her bag and smile to me, so we get out together. I ask her about the man I'm looking for, and she seem pretty disaprouving. She tells me he live on the upper hills, in a castle or a manor. I ask her to guide me, and that's the last lucid thing I do, but she say I can't go now. She takes me back to the park, in a nook that's cleaner that the rest, with a old bathtub with clawed feets. The bathtub is full of soapy water, and I strip off to get in and wash off the filth from earlier. The air os cold but the water warm, so I only let my head out of it. The woman unbraids my hair and wash it, before pulling out of her bag a big comb made of black, shining wood with a ivory and onyx handle, curved like a vine and orned with a flower. She starts to comb my hair, taking strands of it out the tub to do so then putting it back in. It float around me, filling half of the tub and covering me like algae.
She then tells me I need some markings to do what I have in mind. She asks me to sit up and I do, shivering in the cold air. She put something cold and hard against my back, between the shoulderblades, telling me it's for speed and flight, and then show me the metallic plate she used: on it is a creature that at first glance looks like a eastern dragon, a snake body with a horned horse head and insect-like wings. It's six limbs are strangely human, and it's warped on itself in a mess of wings and coils. I barely have to see it before she puts my legs out of the water, my head going under and my exposed skin erupting in goose-bumps. I push my head out, spultering, as she pushes two similar plates against my inner thighs, close to my panties. She tells me I'm wearing Lilith's hands* now, and when she takes out the plates I can see that I've got two very intricate design of hands tatooed on my skin in back ink, left hand on right thigh, right hand on left thigh. It's slightly innerving; it looks like the right hand has a eye embedded in it, and as if someone is pushing my legs appart.

*Lilith is supposed to be the mother of monsters, and I birthed a snake in a previous dream. I don't know if it's linked, but it's there.

SC1) 12:51
True SC1
I woke up and had some small memories of dreamlets but nothing solid enough to put on paper. I did a WBTB to let the cat out of my room and also to eat some apple crumble (because why not? )

I don't usually wake up at this time so this is the first I've woken up for the 1st sleep cycle of the night.

SC2) 02:32
Dream - Boar hunt
I was in my house, yet it didn't exactly resemble it at first. It seemed that we were on a camp (university camp?) and I found out there was a huge pig/boar running around in the house. I decide to deal with it, it's in a small room that has a refrigerator and other food stuff in it. I knock the boar unconscious somehow and wonder if I should put it into the freezer and let it die that way? Hmm oh well I'll leave it for now. I decide to go ask for help, I head outside and on my way out of the small room I see a stack of bagged pig meat and blood and guts. When I get outside I see 3 guys and maybe 4 girls all sunbathing. The guys have their shirts off and the girls are bikinis, they're all lying on beach towels on the back deck of my house (though it's clear it's not my 'house' if that makes sense). I also remember one of the guys who was called Alex Sigley. I speak up and ask if someone wants to go half with me on the boar I just killed, 3 of the guys say yes but none of the girls want any. One girl then gets up with a sigh as she knows how to deal with the boar (butchering it or something) which is what I wanted, I have no clue how to deal with this thing.

My current WBTB alarm is set to 02:00 and I need to set it to 02:30 I think, as that seems to be the right time to wake up.

SC3) 04:18
Dream - Bomb shelter
I'm on a road near where I live there the road forks off. There was quite a few people here on the road with me and we were chatting (though I don't remember who they were). We must have been doing some sort of roadworks. Things were pretty happy during most of the dream but towards the end a train arrived. It turned the corner out of one of the roads that forked off and headed onto our road (this is impossible, and also there's no train there in RL). We alert each other to the train and head over to the pavement, I have to pull along a retard who was clapping his hands. There's a person doing the announcements, he berates us and I notice we're missing some people. The missing people had been 'dealt with'. "Keep away from the manhole cover!" the announcer announced angrily. I can tell he's evil. The manhole cover he spoke of was a sort of 'time capsule' for the rich, so they could be protected in the case of nuclear fallout (Fallout 4 reference I guess). There's a bunch of rich folk (who look like they're from the 1950s) streaming out of the train I think, but they had also supposedly just exited the manhole, but they were walking towards the manhole (rather than away from it), and also seemed to be walking past it. (Poor dream logic but I didn't catch on so no lucid ).

SC4) 05:58
Dream - Balding
I'm in the bathroom looking into the mirror, WHAT THE HELL. My hair has bald patches all through it! Ugh, oh no... This can't be real? I have a FA and I'm in the bathroom again, but this time my hair is normal. Phew, it was just a dream . I keep looking at the mirror just to make sure, my reflection is quite accurate. But as I look at my eyes... My iris' don't seem right, they look like solid green disks with a black pupil that isn't quite in the center. Hmm??? It changes a couple times, why is it doing that? Oh wait, I must be dreaming. It all seems so obvious now. I take a step back and my vision is that of a severely drunk person, why can't I see well? I decide on going straight to doing telekinesis on the toilet. I raise my hand and will the toilet to float but to no avail. Meanwhile I'm still seeing the world in a sort of drunken state. Geeze maybe that's why I can't do telekinesis? Oh! It must be because I went cross-eyed looking at my reflection earlier? ( best dream logic) I 'uncross' my eyes and the dream becomes less shaky. That's better. I walk out of the bathroom and to my room, I try to do telekinesis again but my vision kind of becomes a bit drunk once more and I'm unsuccessful at telekinesis.

SC5) 07:00
Dream - Restaurant
I remember being in a restaurant and I think I'm an employee. The restaurant has a dark wooden texture and has an appropriate dim mood-light setting for dining out. I'm at the checkout talking to an Indian girl who is a fellow employee, I think we're talking about something and she might be teaching me how to work here. Her face is next to mine, side by side with a bit of a gap between us. She says something and it's a bit flirtatious and she moves in to kiss me. Our lips touch and I'm like 'Oh shit, have I just cheated on my gf? Well... I'm in the middle of the kiss, I'll wait until it's over' (for some reason I thought this was the only option ). The kiss was very vivid, I remember closing my eyes to it and feeling the texture of her lips, they soft and have a smooth feeling which made me think it wasn't quite right for how kissing should feel. She gets into the kiss, I wake up before it finishes.

I tried writing this down but all I wrote was 'Kiss in restaurant, I'm an employee'. I must have really struggled to stay awake O_O

Dream fragment - Disgusting Toes
I'm in the living room at home and see that my mum has just gotten home from work. She's taking her shoes off as I go and talk to her about my toes. They have these absolutely revolting, putrid, disgusting bubbly veruca wart growths on them, mostly on my big left toe, the bottom of the toe next to it and a couple other toes. My mum doesn't take it seriously enough, can she see how disgusting it looks? I'm a little stressed and anxious about the whole thing. I remember that I may have gotten them from an earlier dream in the night where I was running at night time with a couple people. Something happened and there was broken glass on the ground which had the blood of someone else I was with on it. I got a few shards in my toes and that's how my foot got infected it seems.

SC1)
Dream - Home
I'm at home in my room, yet outside is the back deck rather than the front deck and sitting at a round wooden table are two girls drinking coffee. I'm trying not to be caught I think, as I think me and another girl are doing 'things' in my room. Are the deed is done I think I clean up my room a bit, and I remember that the 2 girls outside had vivid outfits, one I think was wearing blue and yellow gym gear and the other was wearing red and blue. The curtains (which were drawn so no one could see into my room) were the same as the ones I had when I was a kid, with little animals and stuff on it. I think my cat Peaches was in my room too.

SC2) 04:50
Dream - WILD
After waking up from my last dream I didn't manage to get back to sleep. I had done a WBTB and must have woken myself up too much. After rolling around in bed for over an hour I ended up getting visuals and sensations but I didn't manage to fully transition to a dream. Eventually I realize I'm in a dream right as it started ---> I'm at home in the family room sitting on the sofa, there's a few people and everything is very realistic. Someone says something which slightly deviates from what I remember to be the truth which spurs me to do a RC. It succeeds and I'm a little unsure, this is so real, how can it be a dream? I reality check several times and confirm that it's definitely a dream so I walk on outside and try to stabilize (even though it's actually quite stable already) by shouting "Stabilize!" loudly, yet it isn't as loud as it should be. I try this several times, I'm hoping to boost the stability and depth of the lucid dream but it backfires as I end up destabilizing the dream.

MILD

*Watching water stunts.
*Using kratom to be more social at max.
*Giving my mother advice about her living situation. Uncomfortable phone conversation because of Jeffrey.
*Shopping for house items for my mother.

Purple dinosaurs
I'm sitting at my desk in the office. I'm scrolling through a web page full of pictures of a purple dinosaur-like creature laying eggs. I'm confused by the order of the pictures. *

Side-scroller novice
I'm watching the screen of someone playing a side-scrolling video game. Now the player's character has dropped into a new area (falling through some kind of portal) and has become a small frog. As it hops along to the right it runs into a number of flies, which it eats, then it runs into something larger which eats it. Whoever is playing is younger and rather inexperienced with gaming, so I give some tips on how to survive longer.

In System Shock
I'm physically present in a first person video game. I'm standing in a white hallway which extends off into the distance to my right and to a dead-end about 10 feet to my left. In front of me is another hallway, but this one is filled with some kind of laser traps and has a platform at the end which moves up and down. I think it's going to be tricky to time things right to get to the platform and ride it up without being touched by a laser. To the left and right of the hallway are large floor buttons. I step on one, expecting some lasers to turn on, but nothing happens. I reason that nothing will happen unless both buttons are pushed at the same time.

Now I'm watching a woman under the platform. The platform is moving down towards her, and I look away, not wanting to watch her get squished.

Now I'm in the next hallway, except it's totally different. There are shelves full of junk everywhere. I'm looking through the stuff on the shelves looking for anything useful, and I'm especially keeping my eye out for cyber modules. I know John and the woman have already looked through here, but I'm pretty confident they missed something. I'm trying to move quickly, because I feel bad holding them up - I should have gone through here with them instead of behind them. I hear the woman I'm playing with speak over the in-game voice chat saying how glad she is that she spent the $20 on System Shock 2, that she never would have thought she'd enjoy it as much as she is.

The tv weather station started reporting strange news, that there was a 200 ft. lizard stuck in the wall of someone's house, among other things. (IRL the tv was on a weather station with a weather radar map and a robot-sounding voice reporting the weather.) I went into the kitchen and stood in front of the microwave as I ate some ice cream.

Then I very briefly woke up in bed, thinking that if I hear strange news being reported again I will know that I am dreaming because the weather station only reports weather, not news. I fell asleep again.

Then I convinced a bunch of people to go on a road trip to Colorado with me, among them some former classmates and teachers. They weren't friends, but just random people who wanted to go and then I convinced them to definitely go. I usually don't like big groups but I was planning an expedition so I needed a group.

We all drove to the meeting place. Everyone showed up with their kayaks like they were supposed to. Awesome. Then we are all kayaking on the river in a very pretty place. It is like a canyon with gray, jagged rock walls and a lot of evergreen trees.

The next thing I remember we are all sitting in a circle on the grass passing around a lighter and burning a hole in our clothes. The guy beside me burned a hole in his blue t-shirt so that his nipple would poke out. I was wearing an old denim jacket that was too big that my mom bought from a charity sale or something so I didn't care about burning it. I burned a hole in the left sleeve near my wrist. The denim was thick so I had to hold the lighter to it for a while to get a hole and it made my arm really hot. I finally got a little hole but it ripped into a bigger hole but I thought it was cool and I felt really fashionable.

Then we are all near a road surrounded by trees. Everyone got into vehicles but I didn't have a vehicle so I was walking on the road trying to catch up. Then there were tree branches in the road that I had to duck under and there were zombies. I had to kill a zombie that was in my way. I had to hit it three times for it to fall down and then stomp it in the face two times for it to die. Somehow a few people on the expedition died.

I finally found the others. A woman was in her truck on her cell phone telling someone that she was with dangerous people. Then an army tank showed up and people started getting into it.

I'm in an abandonned hospital, it's brightly light by the sun through broken windows, with dust pilled up in the corners and medical furnitures abandonned around. There was some kind of catastrophy, something that turned the majority of humanity into flesh-eating monsters. I'm trying ton round-up survivors. I walk the allyways, following sounds, and find two teenagers girls huddled in a room, crying. I don't have time to confort them and pull them on their feet to get out of the place. I hear crying again, and right outside the door is another girl in a white nighty with her dark hair loose around her face, holding her own arm and swaying on her feet. The arm she's holding is deadly white, with the veins showing up in dark purples and sickly green. She's infected, turning. I slam the door in her face and scream to the girls to come and help me keep the door closed, but they're too scared and stay rooted in place. The other girl is banging on the door, the whole thing rattling on it's frame and hurting my shoulder. The frame start splittering, but before she manages to destroy it I hear her scream and then it's silence. I slowly open the door and there's giant dogs on the other sides, waiting. I pat a head here and scratch a ear there, the pack rounding the girls up and we get out. We're out on the streets, and our little group is joined by the other survivors, keeping close for protection. I'm the pack leader, the huntress.
We're looking for a house to live in. The street is going up, and the houses on each side are painted white with dark blue tilted roof. Both have a tower, and the one on the right have a big wooden gate, the bottom of it quite weathered and rotting. A couple of survivors and me crawl under that gate and find ourselves in front of an other gate, in fare more better shape. The more slender of us manage to crowl under this one too, and I tell her to open it. The dogs sniffle and whine behind the gate, and as soon as they are in the house they scatter to scout it. We take everyone in and close the gates.
I follow the sound of my pack and find them ripping appart an infected; it's a quick affair, and they are careful not to splatter everything. I get the survivor to the upper levels of the house. It's a big duplex rooms, with beds scattered around, and drapes for some makeshift privacity. I'm given a corner place, with two beds, one to sleep, one to "work as a desk". I thanks the woman giving me my place and go back to the pack. I notice that some of the dog are in fact wild boars, but there are as easygoing as the others. I pet them and go back up. There are clothes on my bed, a dress of beige taffeta and black tulles, with a poffy skirt, alongside a pair of sheer, black tights and a pair of being, shimmering thight high. I change, putting the thight hight over the tights. It's warm and comfy, and the dress dances when I move. I'm walking away when a old, petite woman with black hair and a heavily lined face give me high heels made of a transparent material, decorated with small, shining black pearls and porcelains beige flowers. I slip them on... And wake up.

I just remembered part of a dream. I think it is from last night.

I was in a fancy grocery store carrying a basket around. It was crowded. There were several people pouring out free wine samples out of teapots. Everyone was so happy and drunk because they were getting wine samples from all the stations. There were so many different flavors of wine and I was thinking about buying some.

NON-DREAM
DREAM
LUCID
FALSE AWAKENING
NIGHTMARE
FRAGMENT
(Unconnected dreams indicated by a *. Connected dreams indicated by a •. )

First night of CAT, woke up in the night but I said to myself "Perservere!"

I am in the first week so I won't be getting any LDs for a bit, just resetting my circadian clock. I also had a slice of colby jack 30 mins before bed. This dream was recorded around 6:20 AM.

*Lilo and Stitch have traded species, with Stitch being a human and Lilo being an alien. Alien Lilo looks like a cross between the Thing and The Incredible Hulk.

16/12/15
I forgot a lot of what I dreamed
There was a fragment about an elf and repairs.
I had to solve a super hard maths/logic puzzle, got there eventually.

MILD

*Trying my brother's canned whole chicken.
*My father was angry with me.
*Why are you playing tyrese?

A high-ranking mortal man is reminiscing about a woman he'd been involved with - the queen from the other night's dream, now in a modern setting, and not a queen here though I'm going to keep calling her that for lack of something better. This man had a sort of fixation on images of people with horns like demons. She had encouraged this, and gave him the idea of having scars where the horns should be; she'd helped him in scarring himself.

She's looking up at a statue of a bull with a human face, like a lamassu with horns. It's a religious statue, but this isn't somewhere religious - it's an important government building. As she watches, it becomes animated and begins to speak with her fondly. It refers to her as putting things in order - I think of Ma'at.

I’m on a date with my previous step dad. We’re eating dinner on a balcony across from a hospital. It’s night so I can see inside some of the rooms with lights on. My previous step dad has a double who is working at the hospital. I see him in the room opening up chlorhexidine wipes. The one I’m on a date with asks what I do for a living. I point to his nursing double at the hospital but he refuses to look. I don’t like him and I’m totally over the date. I’m eating a snack bag of potato chips. A girl and her mom come over to my table (both overweight) and ask to have the chips. I tell them absolutely not! They then offer to pay for them. Once they get up to the $20 range I let them have it, it’s half eaten anyway and I start to feel like I’m cheating them. In the process, some other guy gets involved and I ditch my date for him. “Are you sure? I don’t have that much money.” He asks. “You have more money than him.” I say while rolling my eyes. We end up getting married and buying a house together. It’s a pretty old house on a farm. I feel like I’m settling a little bit but this is good for now. I like the surrounding open spaces with horses. He is excited about the view on the roof from the hot tub. We end up having 6 kids. 3 of them are now teenagers and 3 are toddlers. My husband gets into the wrong crowd and starts dealing drugs. From third person I watch a car and motorcycle chase he’s involved in. I shake my head in disappointment as he drives by the house and he looks surprised to see me. At this point it’s as though I’m in a movie and I know what’s going to happen next. I call a hitman on my husband who sits outside my house in a yellow minivan. I don’t know when he’s going to shoot so I’m trying to hide. I expect to hear gunshots but he must have used a silencer. When I come out to look, he’s shot all of my children except my teenage daughter who got away with an unwashed keepsake jacket from her brother. Each of my toddlers are sitting in their highchairs with bullets in the heads, surrounded by blood. I’m devastated but because this was like a movie I’d seen before, I expected it. The van was still there and they were watching me. I was hiding behind an ottoman and eventually they lost me so they started raiding the house. I ran out the front door with an overweight female friend. She was shot on the way out and dropped. I didn’t have time to save her. I ran faster than I ever have. I almost ran into a tree so I jumped off of it, which set me back a couple of feet. At this point the man was following me and gaining on me, yet he was walking calmly. I’m not sure why he didn’t just shoot me. He catches up to me and I jump on his back to attack him. He gives me a marker to write a specific derogatory term on his chin. I rebel by writing different derogatory things elsewhere and trying to choke him. He gets some kind of sexual pleasure out of it. I wonder if he’s someone from my past that I wasn’t nice to. Perhaps I bullied him in school. He takes me to a motel who shelters abusive evil people. Through the windows I can see men who have skinned their own faces, raping women. I know I will find no refuge here. I leap into some bushes across the street and stay still. My captor is pissed off and asks a female from the hotel to help find me. I suddenly feel him start touching and grabbing my body but he’s not sure if it’s me. “I think this could be a hoodie.” He said as he touched the hood on my jacket. The lady made them tea from an apartment right next to me and turned on the pool lights. They started swimming and I figured they were distracted enough for me to run for it. But I had nowhere to go but in the pool with them. I tried to push them underwater and drown them. They stopped following me but I still didn’t feel safe without knowing if he was dead or not. I called 911 but they didn’t help. I went to my aunt’s old house and ate purple flowers. They tasted very perfume-y. My sister and some of her friends were there and they were sharing recipes. I was just drawing in a notebook with wooden pages. I was supposed to do my hair in a specific way in three low buns and I insisted I knew how because I wanted to be left alone, but I didn’t know how and people had to come back and help me. They told me my bobby pins suck. I went back home, exhausted of running for my life. I thought I had to do it more but I remembered that the rest of the running was on Breaking Bad and not part of my personal story. Although now I do have all those precious plastic beads I have to hide. Everyone knows that drug dealers (like my deceased husband) are great at making jewelry and their enemies want to steal the plastic beads. I went upstairs and grabbed some boxes of beads trying to decide where I could put them. There was a whole room full of them. I took them to a window overlooking a football field hosting a game and threw some out of the window. I was worried it would hurt the players. I didn’t want to be involved anymore so I went to the party room. It was nicer than I remembered. The floor was a nice hardwood but it was messy. I went in there and relaxed with the college kids who were playing drinking games during daylight.

I was playing like a 3D version of an old game, and then I talked to a friend (who happened to be there with me)
about this one I played a lot when I was younger. Then I got to see him playing another one and that's it.

- Hope I get more lucids... the ones I got so far were so short I couldn't do much