non-lucid

There's a party full of drunk and pretty people I've gotten caught up in; it's being held in the honor of someone I don't really know, and when a group splits off for the private party, I go with them. The door closes behind me and Jules. Jules is dead sober - I'm not - and he doesn't look amused.

I'm talking to him about the person I've been trying to meet up with, a guy who's meant to be part of this group of party people somewhere; I'd first met him in a cell in Bangladesh, where I'd been trying to track down a particular object. I'm trying to stir Jules' memory of that time, but he just nods, goes yeah, yeah - he's annoyed.

He says, "Was I shot?" in a tone that suggests this happens frequently, and is probably my fault.

"In the left arm," I tell him.

He looks at the fingers of that arm, and I see a mental image of the neck of a stringed instrument. The implication is that getting shot affected his ability to play. Jules says, less annoyed now, "I do remember that one."

Went to bed around 23.30, then spent until midnight reading, though it was an ebook. Couldn't fall asleep for perhaps an hour and slept until somewhere between 08:00 and 08:30, also waking up somewhere during the night. Stayed in bed until 09:00 before writing all this down. I feel like I had a dream where I was very aware to my situation, maybe even lucid, but I can't recall it. I just have this feeling that it occurred.

Kiss
I'm with Alexandra and Vitri. We're chilling somewhere, I guess inside. The girls are both about 1 metre in front of me. Alexandra is a bit to the left, Vitri a bit to the right. I think they're laying down. I myself am seated. I assume on a lower level, because the height difference between our heads is less than it should be if someone is laying down and the other is sitting upright. At some point Alexandra does something with her head to indicate that she wants a kiss from me. I give her a quick kiss on the lips. After the fact I consider the fact that I have a girlfriend. Still, it doesn't really feel like I did something wrong, as Alexandra also just kissed.. [I don't know. It doesn't feel like she kissed Vitri, but she is the only other person I recall being there]. It's more of a friendly thing in my mind.

Embarrassing
I'm in class. It has the feel of my highschool. My best friend, who I went to highschool with, is with me. The teacher asks us all if we agree to talk about a certain topic. It's a topic that we're gonna consider to be embarrassing. We're ok with it, I guess. My friend is first. I'm not really looking forward to my turn. As part of this assignment or another one, someone decides to dress up. I think it might have been another good friend of mine, who I also went to highschool with. Suddenly at some point he decides he doesn't want to do it this way. Instead, he gets back in his suit (or the suit is his way of dressing up for this assignment). He is in the back of the room and lies down on a couch. It's all an act. He receives a phone call. It's from the teacher at the front of the class. She called him to help his act. He says something and the teacher, reading from a script, replies back. As I'm standing close to the teacher, I can hear my friend's voice coming through her phone.

Presenting
There are presentations. I think at first we have to hold them outside on a walking bridge, with the rest of the group being seated on ground level. One of my lecturers from uni is in charge. There are maybe 15 - 20 people working in groups. We're seated in 2 rows on white, plastic chairs. I'm seated on the backrow, with my partner Dr. Dre [who seems not as big as in real life] sitting before me. I'm not feeling too confident about presenting and I would like him to do it. He says he doesn't wanna do it and smoothly moves to the backrow. Aw come on man! Dr. Dre! As if he's afraid of public appearances.

I'm up on the walking bridge. Something about this dream has something to do with Van der Valk [hotels located along the highway]. Maybe that's where we are. I'm doing my presentation, talking about several key points of a certain article. I'm not very well prepared however. After a while it's someone else's turn and I remain up on the walking bridge as well.

We're now seated in a room. Ce'Nedra [character in a book I'm reading] is standing in front. I can't recall exactly what she was doing. I don't think it was presenting. She's wearing a big dress. Close to her feet, just behind/to the side of her is an owl. It has a certain mystique, but also a cartoony look. Someone tells her to watch out for the owl, as this is the one that we've been waiting for that will give her a valuable clue. Instead she moves about wildly. Idiot. For some reason her dress has disappeared, but she is still wearing clothes.

FIFA
I'm playing FIFA with Tim, a classmate from highschool. The only thing is that it's sort of real. I'm on the field and I'm actually going through all the movements. In my mind it's still FIFA though. At some point, the ball exits the field close to the goal post of the opponent. The ref doesn't see it and the game continues. Our team manages to score, but the ref also doesn't notice this, even though the ball was very obviously in the goal. Tim asks me what's up and I tell him that I'm not sure what's occurring. I also tell him that at the point where the ball exited the field, some World of Warcraft stuff was occurring over there.

Played FIFA for the first time in at least a month yesterday. I've never played WoW in my life. Yesterday evening, just before going to bed, I was looking up a map to the fantasy book that I'm reading. I accidentally ended up with a WoW map.

Forest
I'm in a forest with Tim. It's a big natural looking playground, but obviously man made. Tim says something to someone in Indonesian. It's a three word sentence "... pau ....". I don't understand a thing. I ask him for the translation and he tells me it means something with 'smelly ass' and it referred to the person he was shouting it at. Once I have the translation I get that pau was supposed to be bau, but the other 2 words are unfamiliar to me. The word he used for ass is incorrect.. or is it a synonym?

I'm with a girl in this forest. We're friends, but sort of also something more than friends. We can't let her parents know however, as they wouldn't approve. Here comes her mom. First I try to walk away, but I'm told to stay. I almost make the mistake of addressing her with the wrong title in Indonesian. I think I almost said mbak instead of tante, and then I almost said tan instead of tante.

Something else has occurred in this forest. Someone [my ex girlfriend's dad?] has some precious stone he wants us to have a look at. He left it unguarded somewhere. I would have never done that if it was so precious...

Bathrobe
I'm standing in the door opening to the room in my student home. I'm wearing a white bathrobe. Karen is walking along the hallway, wearing the same thing. Just as I'm in the process of closing the door to my room, she attempts to walk in. I make a comment about it, though I don't remember what exactly. Something about if she is coming into my room or if she intends to go to her own room. She seemed kinda absent minded.

+ reading mom's obituary in the pink pages of the Sunday paper. The columnist is famous, but you have to write up the obit as if it were a baseball play in order to get the guy to print them. Looking for her name in the column, the printed part is really short, there are two pictures of her young and with huge, almost manic smiles on her face. My sister is there, she gave me the paper to read.

+ home invader, childhood home: TV's on, I didn't turn it on, instantly suspect an invader grab a lighter pistol and hold it up like a club and head partway up the stairs, invader comes out of the downstairs bathroom, I'm on stairs, trying to say "Who are you!? What are you doing?!" but it comes out "WH-WH-WH-WH!?!!!", he says "WAIT!" before I hit him (I "recognize" him?) he writes something on a piece of paper -- he's gotten somebody to agree to be his music student. He leaves out the front door, "we should become friends first". He wants to be my housemate. The only thing good about the student deal is that I think he'll be able to pay his rent. I'm not enthusiastic about the idea, "My mom passed away recently and I need more alone time," the rest of my family agrees with me. I wonder how much I could charge for renting my sister's room out. $2,000 - $3,000? $1,000 is too little for the awesome unique view. $1500? Would my sister be mad? She'd have to come and gather her things first. We'd have to share the upstairs bathroom.

+ (f) I'm in the kitchen (of childhood home?) scraping a flat white round crusty thing off of a cookie sheet with a spatula, it's a fried egg with no yolk. I guess my dad made it. Then I see one with some yolk left on it.

+ knee job at drum corps concert; mom again, cleaning, meet guy with deformed back, I introduce myself as her son; lose my instrument
I'm sitting in the audience near the front right of the hall. On stage is a drum corps concert: huge group, instrument sections are "sliding" down in from off stage (stage is steeply sloped going up towards the back). In front is a long row of drummers all drumming and spinning and making awesome moves.

It's dark now, and I have my feet extended in front of me beneath and to the side of the seat in front of me. I feel someone there grab my shoe and hold it and move it around. I look forwards and try to see through the darkness, I think I see the person there's head is turned back and looking at me from between the seats. I keep looking and keep seeing someone looking at me. I bend my legs and pull them back out from under the seat to stop the grabbing. I'm annoyed by it. The person sitting there gets up and changes seats several over to the left.

The lights come on and I see the people seated in front of me are two hot girls (sisters, one older one younger) and their mom. Aw man, and I was annoyed with her playing with me without knowing, what a missed opportunity. Then the younger girl is back in the seat in front of me, turned around facing me, and leaning over with her face just a foot or so away from mine. She is pretty, and is staring right into my eyes and smiling. I'm taken aback and stammer out, "uh, hello there!" Then she starts licking my knee. And not tentative little licks, but a sloppy enthusiastic "knee-job." (I'm wearing jeans). Her saliva is drenching both legs of my jeans. I lean my head over to my friend next to me and say "I bet you know what I'm thinking!" (that "This must be a dream", [but alas, no RC, no lucidity]). Her mom is laughing at the whole thing.

After the concert people are milling around outside. A small group of people enter and there they are again, the two hot sisters! I decide to take out my phone and try to get some pics of them. I manage to get the younger sister alone to the side and start taking pictures of her face. She makes distorted funny faces every time, like those "funny face" apps do. I try to trick her into getting a clear shot of her face by giving her a long slow countdown to the picture and taking the picture early, but the picture still comes out distorted. I think this must be because of the "fun house" mirror that is behind her. Her older sister joins at some point. The younger sister starts wailing/screeching in between pictures, and I try to "SSShhh!!" her. I tell somebody "she totally gave me 'deep knee'," and I prove it by showing the still-wet saliva tracks on both knees of my jeans.

The group eventually leaves. The girls have a brother who off-handedly mentions that they're going home to "Brettonwood" [something with a B] then he immediately clams up like he wasn't supposed to say where they lived. I think of going there some day to find them. They walk off down the street.

I'm with my mom then, she's with a group cleaning up after the concert. There is a train of cars connected. One of the train cars is also a huge (10-foot diameter?) clothes dryer. I can't find my instrument. I know I had it earlier but now it's gone. I'm looking around in these train cars for it. I reach under the seat and feel a handle like the handle on my instrument case. I'm relieved. Then I pull it out and see it's just a normal suitcase, my instrument is still missing.

My mom tells me about a man who's walking by. He seems normal, she tells me he dresses that way because of his deformity. He's wearing what appears to be a normal suit. Then I watch him more closely as he walks past me from left to right and he seems to shrink in height and is wearing loose clothing, and it appears his back is very crooked and his butt sticks way out. He's from a family that should know me but he doesn't seem to know me. I stick out my hand to him and we shake hands, and I say "I'm <my mother's first name>'s son." Somebody is doing math based on age difference to figure out how old somebody is?

+ (f) concert schedule, am I playing a concerto? What will I do, now that I've lost my instrument?

long BTS attempt, make it only for a short dream, recalled later:

+ in the restaurant.
"Pad Thai to go, please."
"We don't make that any more."
"What!? I've been ordering that here for years! What'll I eat then? OK, just give me a vodka martini to go. Can I get a lid with that?"
Then I wonder if it's OK to have in the car. It's a closed container so it should be OK, I can put it behind the front seat. When I get home I'm going to get drunk off of bourbon and coke.

11-28-2015 -- It must have been four months, because I am doing another APEC shop at the area I have dreamed about several times in the past with four (or sometimes 2 or 3) stations kind of hidden behind each other. Usually the first couple of stations are horrible, with tons of problems, and staff who yells and screams and threatens, trying to keep me from doing my job, but the back two stations are fairly good, and friendly.

This time, I start at the back, beginning with the very first station, and nothing goes smoothly. There are problems in pumping the gas, and the people working there are fighting with me, and trying to say I have no right to report on how the station is. I'm actually rather surprised, because this station almost always gets really good reports, with only the occasional problem with too many signs, but they are acting like the place is a disaster area, and I am going to get them fired or something, when really it isn't bad at all.

So I'm running around trying to take my pictures, and there are too many signs, and some litter in the landscaping, but again, it really isn't that bad, and they are still going to get a pretty good report ... which is why I don't understand all the hassle. I'm trying to explain this to them, but they just don't want to listen, and I'm really confused. There is also something with a cute dog or two around, but it is nothing but problems.

These four stations right next to each other ought to take less than no time, but instead it is hours and hours of being yelled at for no reason, and watching the time waste away, and simply being miserable at how badly this is all going.

11-29-2015 -- Kind of a cool one, if not all there. I'm wandering around a place that I have been before, which is a strange blending of the multi-level underground office complex at Savanna High School and the hospital that I have dreamed of several times in the last couple of years with the long corridors along the south and west sides of the building. This odd combination is further crossed with the spooky haunted maze type of dream.

So we're creeping through these corridors, trying to avoid running into either the people in charge, who don't want us in areas that we don't belong, or the monsters that are roaming the area. I'm leading them down the long, empty corridor along the west side of the building, trying to get everyone else to stay quiet and move quickly, since I have some familiarity with the building, and know more-or-less where I am going. Soon we're going along the south corridor, dodging doctors and patients, but not in any sort of trouble. Then we're heading up the east side, which is where things are turning more into the Savanna building.

Soon we're in the men's room, trying to access the secret passageways that not only lead deeper into the hidden areas of the building, but also into other times and other dimensions. To even get into the restroom involved finding keys and following detailed processes, though in this particular dream, we weren't 'living through' that part of it. We're just in the restroom, and the others are loosening the grating on the ceiling, and starting to climb up. My friends are traveling to another world, but I'm busy theorizing about the whole process, and don't notice them trying to get my attention, and finally they go on without me.

I notice I'm all alone, and while I could follow them as far as things working for me, I'm not really in good enough shape to feel comfortable trying to pull myself up into the ceiling by myself. Instead I decide I'll explore a little bit, trying to move carefully, act like I belong, and avoid attention. I tell myself that if I stick to the well-lit areas, I ought to be able to avoid any of the zombies.

So I am moving slowly and carefully, being quiet, doing nothing to draw attention to myself, trying to look like I belong, and I reach the underground attendance office. I just kind of peek in, wave to a few of the ladies there, say hello. No problems ... until I try and leave, and one of the guys in the office glances my way and realizes he doesn't know me and I probably don't belong. He starts a chase, and suddenly I'm running pell-mell through maze-like corridors being chased by monsters.

At one point I find myself climbing over rubble around a sort of stream, climbing over a broken down dam, and one of the zombies chasing me is an old friend. He's actually calling out to me, begging me to take him with me. In our original world, this friend was outright killed, a while back. But in this world, they did whatever turns people into zombies here to him ... but it only half takes. He has a zombie's broken down body, but his mind is his own, and he isn't trying to eat my brains. I think about it, and find myself thinking if I bring him from this world to our world, I can have my friend back ... but I warn him he is going to have to be really careful with his foot, which is rotted and only half connected, and kind of flopping around. I tell him he'll have to protect it until we can find a way to heal it for him.

So we climb through the rubble into the school gym, where we almost immediately run into Dumbledore, who unfortunately only needs to glance at us and hear a couple of tiny details before he realizes we've been messing with things we shouldn't be messing with. We're involved in both time travel and dimensional travel, neither things that are very safe to play around with.

We keep moving, heading to the restroom where we can make it back to my world, when suddenly things shift, and I'm not me, but a rather attractive female teacher who is trying to find this strange dimensional portal that we're using. She's actually reached the counter that has the small hidden drawer with the key needed to make it in the restroom, and is looking in exactly the right place, but she hasn't done one of the earlier parts of the process that makes the trigger for the drawer visible to you, so she can't see it.

Even as myself, I now have the same problem, I can't access the hidden key because of some part of the process that I haven't done recently enough on this world ... thankfully I also still have another key to another hidden area on another world in my pocket (from a different dream), and it will work here, too.

At this point I am myself again, and sneak up on the teacher and half-kidnap her, dragging her down a hall and into a department store (can't say for sure if it is Sears, May Co, or Penney's, because I don't really see enough of it). Near a broken down wall, surrounded by piles and racks of clothes, I somehow use some kind of truth ray on her to interrogate her and see if we can trust her enough to bring her in on things, and maybe have some fun, as well. As I said, very attractive teacher.

11-30-2015 -- Can't remember most of the earlier parts. Might have been a touch of mystery shopping stuff, and at some point there was something about a diner, I think, but very little that I can actually remember. The first thing I really do remember, I am going on some sort of trip and need a rental car, so I've stopped by the downtown Enterprise office.

The problem is, they are out of cars and don't have one for me, so they are sending me to one of the other offices to get a car, and drive me over there in a golf cart. So now I am standing in the other location office, and am trying to repack my stuff. Somehow I am laying out shirts and pants and the like, and then folding them into a couple of pieces of wood, to where they are somehow compacted down into a folded up piece of 2x4. Very strange.

Meanwhile, this location doesn't have a car for me either, and say they will send me back to the first location (which now supposedly does), except they keep getting busy with other customers, and are having problems getting me back to the downtown branch.

Eventually the guy who is supposed to drive me pulls out in a sort of a cross between a tractor and a golf cart (think of something like what pulls the Disney parking lot trams) and is ready to drive me back ... except that he doesn't want to wait for me to get on, and just starts driving to the edge of the driveway, ready to turn onto the road. So I am running to catch up, and jump on the end of a transporter type of trailer, which had a spot at the end where there are no handholds or anything, but the thing simply slopes down to meet the point where it is hooked up to the part he is driving, and I'm trying to not go too far and slide down that and fall into the street.

Meanwhile, the driver and a guy in another vehicle are sitting there and kind of sword fighting with each other from their seats with long boxes, using them like swords. Weird stuff. Meanwhile, there is a black guy who looks a lot like that guy talking about aliens on one of the theoretically more educational TV channels who is objecting to something I am saying, claiming that I am racist, and I can't say that. Thing is, nothing that I am saying has anything to do with race, or blacks or anything.

I tell him I will say what I like, and he pulls a knife and tells me we're not going to have things like that going. I give him a good bit of a knock down, and throw away his knife, and tell him I don't have any problem with blacks, but nobody tells me what I can and can't say ... and anybody who pulls a knife on me is going to get their butts whooped.

No alcohol before bed
Alarm @ 0200
Bed @ 2235

Woke @ 0015

Home life
I'm in the living room getting ready to move out some old chairs. I've turned off the stand lamps so that it's less likely a bulb will break if we knock it over.

Now I'm in the kitchen with Jeff and another guy. We're slowly tossing an egg between ourselves to practice being in zero-G in outer space. The egg floats slowly between us, bouncing off a wall when someone fails to catch it. I briefly wonder if the egg is hard boiled - a broken egg in zero-G would be messy. The jars behind Jeff rattle.

Now I'm talking to someone about using SSH keys and their ability to force specific commands to run. I wonder if there's a tool I can use to list every SSH key and command set up for a single user.

BTB @ 0025.
Woke @ 0200. No recall. Took a B multivitamin.
BTB @ 0220. Did some SSILD before getting back in bed. It took a while to get back to sleep.
Woke @ 0500. No recall.
Woke @ 0700.

Visit from Chris
I'm outside my house near the garden boxes. Chris has come over and we're both lounging next to the boxes, talking about things. Given the craziness of the last few weeks, it's been a while since we've really talked. My wife and some other woman are doing yard work along the left side of the house, nearby but out of earshot. Now we're all standing together near the corner of the house. Chris says he's moving his son's crib into the boy's room as his son's birthday present. He'll be excited to get to sleep with his brothers. To make it even better, they've also built a tunnel connecting the boys' room to November's room. Everyone else is talking about how neat it is that they'll be together, but I pipe up and ask who November is. I had a suspicion as I ask the question, but Chris' eyes twinkle as he says she'll be their newest baby. Everyone goes silent for a moment and then starts giving congratulations.

Futuristic campus
I'm walking around a large campus on a beautiful day. The campus somehow has a "futuristic" look to it with lots of sleek slightly curved white structures. I'm on the phone with Steam tech support about one of my games which won't properly sync. I'm hoping she can just give me instructions to fix the problem, but I have TeamViewer running in case she needs to take control. The woman I'm talking to ends up conferencing in another woman from another group, then says she can fix my problem if she acts as a representative of <company> instead of Steam, and it'll only cost me $16. I pause, unsure whether I've just heard her correctly. I repeat back to her that she wants me to pay her $16 and she'll fix my issue and she confirms that, yes, that's what she said. I think that's crazy and just hang up. I consider calling back to try to get another tech who'll actually help me, and I acknowledge to myself that this is partly my fault since I've let his problem go on for so long, thinking I could solve it myself. Now I'm inside somewhere. I decide that I'll go ahead and open an email ticket - much less pressure - when I get a call and a female voice asks to speak to me. I say "Yeah?" and a recording from the two techs starts to play. The main tech is apologizing for the way in which she sprung the $16 fee on me, and the other one is making the occasional side comment, as if she doesn't realize that she's being recorded too.

Now I'm walking along another outside path. I see a small group of people standing around where the sidewalk abruptly ends and I know that they're waiting for an elevator. In a couple of seconds, it touches down near them. Its doors open and they get in, and I follow them. Now I'm inside the elevator. It's a fairly large room, maybe ten by fifteen. The front and back walls are glass, and there's a hand rail going all the way around. The doors are on a long side near the corner - behind me and to my left as I look out the window. We're going down. I'm getting off at the ground floor, but I didn't push the button myself - someone else pushed it. I suddenly realize that this place has at least one floor below "ground," and I think that the button pushed was for the lowest floor, not for ground. I turn around to look at the control panel, and sure enough, we're just passing the ground floor on our way to the floor below. As everyone else files out, I push Ground. I realize there's one guy who was going to come back in but wasn't quick enough, and that he's somehow ended up hanging on to the outside of the door as the elevator lifts off and starts moving. Part of me wants to watch him to see how he does, but part of me doesn't want to see him get killed if the elevator passes to close to anything and squishes him. My squeamish side wins out and I turn away. As we're flying over the campus, we pass terribly close to some large stuff, including a huge dark-gray rock, but eventually we land. I turn to see that the guy is safe.

Fragments:
Something about a little house, sleeping, and dreaming.

Something about being inside a sleeping pod.

I was at a hiking trip high up in these beautiful mountains filled with green fields and snow on the top.
There was two sides of the mountain and there was a bridge so that you could get to the other side.
I was walking on the bridge then all of a sudden the bridge slowly collapsed.
I quickly grabbed the bridge fence(dont know what its called) and i was suddenly on this pillar thats left from the bride.
I looked down and it seemed to be over 100m.
But then i got this strong feeling that i was dreaming, before i did something i had to make sure i was dreaming(didnt want to die from trying to fly haha) i noticed how the wind was blowing the grass to a specific direction and i didnt feel any wind at all.
I looked in front of me and saw this amazing glass clear lake with a spruce forest surrounding it.
Thats when i decided to take a leap of faith, i dived towards the ground with an incredible speed.
I felt this incredible force pressing on my torso(i think it was my mind simulating the wind) as i get closer and closer to the ground.
Right now im really close to the ground and as im about to hit the rocky ground i agressively changed direction.
I was now flying faster that superman above the crystal clear water.
The lake ended in front of my eyes and instead i saw this old town.(i was facing towards the ground)
I flew down to the town and talked to people.(at this point i was 100% lucid)
But after a while of doing all kinds of stuff from moving buildings with telekenesis to riding mysterious creatures i got too exited and woke up

This was the most lucid ive ever been.

I find it amazing that our brain can create a whole world to explore, and with some practice control this world.

On this night I went to bed earlier at 11 pm and took 100 mg of 5htp to relax. After doing a WBTB method I again slowly drifted to sleep and found myself inside a large jumbo jet. I noticed I was sitting on the left side near the wing and the weather was sunny as again i noticed white puffy clouds below me. In the dream again i understood that we were flying over 30,000 feet in the air and that why the clouds appeared like they did.

As I kept looking out of the window I noticed our plane began to abruptly go down as everything kept going pitch black and then i was back in my seat and flying normal. Then again the plane turned violently from right to the left and we began to go down. I noticed that that the clouds were getting closer and I knew that it would take sometime before the lane would hit the ground. The lane was falling consistently now but for some reason I did not feel any fear. In a few moments the whole lane was now below the clouds and I could see ripples of the ocean. Suddenly i knew that we were bracing for impact as the plane turned to the right abruptly just before hitting the garage and just stopped.

My dream then changed as I was looking for a woman in an orange uniform because i seemed lost after the plane just "stopped" One of the crew members in the airport gave me a peace of paper with various descriptions which i did not understand and told me to look for that woman. I remember going into a line of people and patiently waiting.

The following night I will not use 5htp and will use Lucidimine once again.

I went to bed at midnight and just got out (09:30), though I've been awake for a while longer.

Fragments
» I am enormously pissed off at my mom. I don't recall what the reason is specifically, but I say the most awful things to her.

» I'm with my thesis supervisor. It's a white woman. We're talking about the research that I want to do. She tells me I shouldn't pick such a narrow topic, but keep my options open a bit more. Overall she doesn't seem too enthusiastic about the research proposal for my thesis.

» I've joined my best friend to what seems to be her university. She has her own desk in a big communal office space. She's a student, but I suppose a bit more than a regular student, as this is a privilege which is mostly kept for teachers. I think the idea was for her to work on her thesis. After a while I take her spot and start working on my thesis. I'm thinking about the topic and considering some things.

» I'm a spectator. I see Patrick on his sports motorcycle, performing a jump on some grassy hills in a park or something alike. As soon as he lands, he loses control a little bit, but he manages to regain it. Someone asks him something. Perhaps if he has done it before. It sounds a bit accusing, like a mom would do if you did something dangerous. He claims he didn't.

» I'm at a house party. I'm not sure what happened anymore, but something tells me this would have been an interesting dream if I could recall more. I'm in a living room with a group of people. We're all a bit tipsy/drunk. I may have performed some magic.

» I'm on the beach of what seems a moderately deserted island. I'm with a woman and a kid I think, though I'm not sure. We don't really have anything to eat, so the woman decides it's best if we eat 'airfruit'. At first I think this is just a way of denying that we don't have anything to eat, but somehow some fruit appears from thin air. I think this dream had some details about the airfruit that made it really memorable. I should've written it down earlier though.

Jungle war
I'm on a tropical island that's not all too big. I'm on the side of a militia group. There's also another group on this island, though I haven't seen them. These groups are at war with each other. It's already dark and I'm in the jungle with a few men from the militia group. They are talking about exterminating the other group and conquering the island. Their talk makes me not want to be a part of their group anymore, as I don't like what they stand for. I'm not gonna tell them now though. A mission is about to start to destroy a building of the other group. It's a highrise building surrounded by a moat. A few man use something akin to the grappling hooks and swing back and forth like Spidey. I can't recall how anymore, but a fire starts on one of the upper floors, which seems big enough in size to be able to destroy the building in due time.

Odd adventure
I'm in the living room of my mom's house. My mom is also in the living room. I'm extremely frustrated. There's a crack in my glasses, despite me being so careful with them. In this dream my glasses look like the glasses of Le Corbusier.

Totally not related, but someone feeling as if it's part of the same dream, I'm driving either a bicycle or a moped through a sort of small park. I pass a boy that I seem to know. Perhaps a friend of my little brother.

At some point I'm driving on a road parallel to a highway, definitely on a moped now. I'm on a bridge, but there's a major problem. A part of it has sagged enormously and is actually so low as to be below the waterline. The bridge doesn't appear to be broken though. It's more as if the bridge is insanely flexible. I find it highly inconvenient, as there is no way that my moped's engine is going to survive that much water, but it doesn't occur to me to turn around. I wanted to wait it out, but something has caused me to move forward past the point of no return. Knowing it's not gonna help, I try to go as fast as possible, in the futile hope of using my momentum to get to the other side. I don't think it worked.

Vivid printing
I'm standing near a big printer, the type they have at the university. I don't recall there being anyone else. My document is being printed. It's a document that I have highlighted with a different colour on every page; blue, green, etc. The highlights on the printed document are very vivid, as if I used an actual marker after printing. Some pages have an excessive amount of highlights. There's a page where every single word is highlighted. I try to be quick about it. I don't want someone to catch me while I'm printing with this many highlights. I think my reasoning has to do with excessive use of ink. I try to put the pages in the correct order, but I drop a few. I pick them up and try again. It feels as if the ink is still wet, but there are no smudges anywhere.

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Alcohol: 1.5 oz port before bed.
Alarm @ 0400
Bed @ 2210

Woke @ 0150 due to baby. Took B. No recall (on the tip of my brain ...)
Woke @ 0230. Woke @ 0300.

Defending from shape shifters
I'm in a small house defending myself (and maybe others) from some shape-shifters. I'm in a small hallway facing the front door; the kitchen is to my left. Now I'm squeezing some kind of translucent brown goo I got from the kitchen into the lock to stop them from squeezing through and getting into the house. Now I'm somewhere in an airport doing something similar. A bunch of people are around me. This time it's not going so well - there are too many entry points and I'm not going to be able to save everyone.

Fragment: I'm at "home" trying to find the source of a sound. It seems to be outside. As I'm hunting for it, I step on something sharp.

BTB @ 0330 (killed alarm). Woke @ 0800 (a full two hours after I'd expected to be woken by my wife's alarm)

A trip with Ben
I'm being driven through a city by Ben. We're at a traffic light trying to turn left. We have a green arrow, but other cars keep coming across the intersection. By the time they finish, we've lost the arrow. Now we're in a convenience store looking at a rack of random products. I'm not sure what this next part means ...He says that cars for 2 are always bad, but 3 are OK. Now I'm near the store's exit, where I find a large platter of weird cheap sandwiches. I call attention to them, thinking that they're kind of amusing, but Alex actually likes their look more than I expected. He calls over Bob; but by the time we get there, others have taken them all and alerted the staff that they need to make more. Oh well.

Now I'm with Ben in a house where we'll stay for the night. The house is "homely." It's dark inside with older furniture, but it's well cared for. Stairs in the corner go up to the second floor where the rooms are. The place is run by a kind old woman. She has some long term residents and others, like us, who are just staying the right. There are a lot more people than bathrooms, and I wonder what the bathroom etiquette is. We tell her that we have to go into city tomorrow, and she suggests that we could sell the car for some money. Annoyingly, she says that she could actually solve our problems for us; but that if she started solving people's problems, where would she stop? How would she decide who to help and who not to?


School with Mike
I'm in the girls' room talking with Mike and Chris (over the phone?) about school work. I've been given a transparency and a dry-erase marker and am expected to write a short report/story on it. Unfortunately, there's already some stuff on the sheet, so I'm having to write above / around it. The original writing is in brown; I'm surprised to see that I'm writing in red. I ask if I can type these up in the future and just print on a transparency, but he's a bit old-fashioned and doesn't like the idea. He justifies his dislike by saying that, though most people know who I'm writing about this time, most of my future reports will be on people that no one knows about. I finish my report. It's about something Ben did 20 years ago, carrying <a guy> around while trying to figure out what present to get <the guy>. I hand it back to Mike with some trepidation - he's known to be a fearsome grader - and I'm excited when he writes A+ on it. Now I have a cotton ball stuck to my foot. There's something about a little felt house.


Fragment: I'm walking along a waterfront in a covered walkway. The water is to my right, and a building is to my left. It's a beautiful day. I have to be careful as this is a hostile area and small fights are breaking out all around me.

Not surprised I didn't have great recall, I was so shattered from yesterday.

Dream 1 - Monster Face
I don't really understand this dream.. But there were people who had swollen faces. The shape of their faces were determined by how they had been killed. Usually you buy/hire them since they're hard to create (like a summoned monster in a game or something), yet I managed to create one. I used a thin and short stapler to slam it into the face of the person I was getting revenge against. Over and over I beat him until he died, there were long red marks on his face from where I'd hit him.
I'm quite confused about the order of events in this dream... But the Monster Face that I had created came from the corpse of this dead guy I beat up, and the elongate marks swelled up to form these disgustingly absolutely revolting bubbly protrusions all over his face. I have to hand him in for some reason, and sell him off to the buy/hire store for these monsters. I put down a DVD case which has the monster face stored inside it (like data storage I guess). A man notices the power of my monster face and offers to hire it, though not straight away. He instead wants to wait a month since it isn't good to hire a fresh monster face too soon for some reason.

Dream experience: 4 (vivid)
Dream awareness: 0 (not really aware at all)

Dream 2 - Rugby
Something about rugby, there were rugby players around and some well-known All Blacks.

I tried pretty hard to remember that rugby dream but I just couldn't commit it to memory >_<

I have a distinct memory of having a short lucid, but it was too short to achieve anything in. I think it happened as I was falling asleep and I just kind of slipped into a dream :/

A flying dream. Haven't had one of those in a while.

I'm flying in a overcast sky, with green rolling hills under me. I'm flapping my arms but it feels wrong and clumsy. Slowly it's like my joints move and change, and I feels like my arms turned to wings, and I can feels the movement of the new joints and muscles, I soar up again, lifted by the wind. I reach a house on a bigger hill, with a circonvoluted garden full of nooks and cranies and tiny ponds and waterfalls. It starts raining and I fly inside before my wings turn back to arms. There's friends of mine in there, and I meet up with them. The house is old and musty, strangely elongated with narrow corridor but very high ceiling and windows. We have to swich in light as the outside is dark with the storm. The wooden floor creaks. The rain stops, and we go out to steal something from a bad man. We go inside his tower and climb inside a lift. The bad man sabordage it and it start to fall. I crawl out of it to reach a button that will stop the fall, and as I reach it I tell my friend to jump to cushion the fall. I slam the button and feel the pecuniar sensation in the pit of my stomach that happen when a lift stop suddently, and I'm lifted of the ground for a second. My friends and me run out, fightinh our way through bad guys. I'm carrying a hammer, but my blow are so weak I can't seem to hurt my opponent, and my friends have to save me a couple of time. I reach the bad man owning the place and jump on his back.

Spoiler for stop! hammertime:

I bash is head in with the hammer and his skull crack like a egg. I have to pry the hammerhead out, the bone grinding against itself with sickening sound. I can see inside his head, it's very dark and looks mostly empty, with a strong smell of cold, congelated blood, and a feeling of stickyness.

After that we go in a restaurant and we are served a big roasted turkey. I get some breast, golden crispy skin, juicy with meat over thin ribs bones. I bite through it, bones and all. It's hot, juicy, savory and salty. I have no trouble eating the bones; it had a nice crunch to it and a lot of flavor. The meat itself is melt in your mouth tender.

Morning of November 29, 2015. Sunday.



In the first part of my dream, I am in an unfamiliar city setting. I walk out from an alley with an unknown male. I somehow (based on an implied back story) had previously lifted three sections of sidewalk, boulevard, and parking lot, complete with trees and vines that hang down. We walk under the hovering features, each about the size of one and a half lots. They are hovering about fifteen feet up. In the back of my mind, I am thinking that it is safe to walk under them since a part of me is likely still focused on them.

The main segment of my dream involves a style of dreaming that began when I was very young. In fact, it seems like some sort of continuation (at least on one level) from “Frankenstein Closes the World” from when I was only four years of age (April 9, 1965). It involves part of the setting being “blocked” like a continuous wall preventing access to a certain direction (in this case possibly north). Over time in my dreams, the number and type of “station keepers” changed. One of my first “station keepers” (as I refer to them) was probably the Frankenstein Monster (Boris Karloff version). That is the one that appears here. There are other elements that were more common when I was very young, including even the first part above with the hovering sections of the city (also beginning around age four). However, I actually “feel” about ten or eleven years of age in my dream.

Part of the situation seems borrowed from the original “Dark Shadows” board game I had when very young. It had a set of miniature plastic skeletons and a cardboard coffin. A recurring situation occurs here where “ancient papers” are found and I realize they had, instead, been very recently printed (this may be a play on a dream freshly rendering something implied to otherwise be “ancient”). In this case, there seems to be some sort of challenge to get into a mock mausoleum (though integrated into the high and long wall) but which at first seems like a “door to Satan”. Even this part stems from when I was very young. The other male, who seems to be interested in some sort of “contest” seems very wary about going up to the “door to Satan”, though in front of the door, there is something related to the contest or a rare potential discovery. I seem to remember that Satan does not exist and decide it is probably an archetype of the subconscious that we will be facing. I then remember that the subconscious does not exist as popularly defined (only different levels of awareness, both internal and external, including the supraconscious and the Source) and feel oblivious to any concerns the other male may have (even though I am not lucid).

As such, I go up to the wall with the recess (or short hallway) and a section of the wall comes out like a drawer, at ground level (this may be a play on post office associations, or a PO drawer since “I hug PO Virgo” is directly encoded in my full name and also the date of the original dream version was on my wedding anniversary years before it became as such). It has a coffin which is about one-quarter the size of an adult coffin. I open it, expecting to find macabre remains of some kind, and there are miniature “real” skeletons, one of a girl in fetal position with long white hair and only about five inches high. There are also a couple cartoon-like (unrealistic) skulls as well as some random debris and cobweb. It still seems somewhat “ancient”, but as mentioned earlier, the “ancient parchments” look freshly printed. This and another dream of this date had precognitive facets related to a false pregnancy (pseudocyesis) - which explains the miniature skeletal girl in the fetal position. Frankenstein, on the other hand (on one level), has become a symbol for normal people in mainstream society in relationship to pop culture, the media, and authority; lumbering and unintelligent.

Finally, I open the “door to Satan” and behind it is an extension of the hallway recess of the wall. Boris Karloff’s Frankenstein monster appears, walking mummy-like. He goes after the other male, but it is rather amusing. Both of them move slowly, somewhat like a slowed-down “Keystone Cops” event (also often written as “Keystone Kops”). I decide to see what is farther down the hallway, but the other male comes back around, moving in an arc around the left side of the wall and coming back from the other direction, with the horror movie monster in pursuit but not threatening me, just in the way. I avoid colliding with the stumbling creature and watch the “chase” passively.