non-lucid

+ in boy scout camp, the scouts washed my cups and dishes, which are lying on a table to dry, face down. I'm looking for my cups and dishes. There are some of my current [true] plastic kitchen cups there as well as my camping Sierra cup and plates. The plastic cups are not engraved or marked, I think about taking a pocket knife and carving/scratching my initials on them. I pick up my sierra cup and see my cursive engraved initials on the back. I see a few other small portable plates of mine as well, with handles.

+ Long sequence of scenes
1. people playing wilderness golf: they're up the hill, they're not part of our group. They have bright orange golf balls. They're teeing off in our direction and I'm ducking, concerned about getting his by the balls

2. I'm examining closely some chunks of granite on the ground. I reach to push/move them, and they fall apart: they've become almost like sand. I notice interesting textures on one side: they have been pressed up against petrified wood and the pattern of the roots of the wood are impressed in the stone. My wife sees this and tells me her mother wants to see it as well.

3. I'm in a room with healing benefits (a sauna?). My wife is there and her frail [now deceased] mother is there as well. There is another woman in the room, she is sick? My wife's mother does not want to be in the same room with the sick woman because she thinks that the woman's sickness will transfer to her.

4. (A lot of action in and around a dilapidated cabin). In a cabin, this cabin is special because it was built inside a greenhouse [IWL saw story about house in Sweden which was enclosed into a huge greenhouse]. I'm asking if it is too hot in the house in the summer time.

5. Fruit pickers & sword fight. I see a hand holding fruits like mandarin oranges. I'm asking if prior experience in handling fruit is required. I have a conflict with one of the pickers, a guy. Then we're having a sword fight. He's more experienced, but I'm on higher ground. We both have swords and I'm doing my best to block the blows he's raining down upon me. I'm trying to get in quick ripostes when I can but I'm really focusing on blocking his swings. At one point I get a solid stab with the tip of my blade into his left hip, I hold it there for a second and pull it out. He stops fighting, and starts bleeding. I return to the dilapidated cabin and say that he was bleeding a lot of green blood. Someone says he was an alien. Someone else told me he died from that wound.

+ bus, angry guy, swords, martial arts club (epic)
1. I'm on a crowded bus, I leave my backpack on my seat to hold my place and walk to the front of the bus. I then return. There are people in front of me heading back to my seat, I hope they don't take it. A guy does take it, moving my backpack out of the way. I tell him that's my seat, he gets really mad, I keep arguing with him and eventually get my seat back. I keep arguing that "if I had remained in my seat, it wouldn't have been any different for you!". I think he has a sword.

We get off the bus and I see his sword: it is long (4+ feet blade), bright shiny metallic, wide-bladed tapering from hilt to tip just slightly (two inches - 3 inches at the tip), covered with engravings, and I see the edges are very thick and dull. I grab the blade with my right hand and confirm it is not sharp. I say "It's like a big hammer!". Then I unsheath my awesome blade. It is about as long as a Japanese katana, slightly more curved, sharpened only on one side, but it is extremely sharp, I have no desire to even touch it to test its sharpness I know it's so sharp.

2. We're standing outside a martial arts club and go in. Class is underway. There is a famous master running class. The students are various ages. I'm taking the class with my young sons. Some of the students have dark burgundy ghis, and some have dark navy blue ghis. The teacher has set up a jumpy trampoline thing in the room, and two of the experienced students (including a younger boy) are very energetically jumping on this and running across the room. I notice that they are now wearing only sumo-like briefs underwear. I think they've taken off their ghis because this is a very vigorous exercise and they don't want to sweat while wearing their ghis.

My sons start talking during the instruction, and I get angry with them and tell them to listen to the teacher. The old master says "who are the little monkeys talking? But I am not the teacher here, instructor XYZ is." I'm sparring then with some guy, and I beat him.

Class is over and there is some food going around. The master is going behind a corner and returning with plates of food. He comes out once with plate full of large prawns and asks me if I want one. I say yes, I will. I eat one with cocktail sauce. It is good and slightly crunchy. I keep eating the shrimp but they grow a bit in size, including growing really long nasty shrimp legs. I tell myself while feeling slightly disgusted that it's OK it's all good shrimp and keep eating them.

After class some of the students set up a board game at one of the tables, it looks like a miniatures game of some sort of D&D.

I'm trying to figure out the class schedule, on which days is training available. I'm very unclear about the schedule. The master mumbles something about "Wednesdays, Thursdays..." and I'm trying to confirm: can I come Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays? I don't get an answer.

I go into the back and the master is there with a review board from the martial arts organization. There is an investigation of the Master's judging at a recent event. There are square blocks laid out on the table representing a bout and the Master's judging of it. I think it's unfair he's being persecuted this way. I bring him some things from the main room and put them in front of him on the table.

The master is telling me the French guy (and his French friends) that I beat in sparring hates me now. I think "that's stupid, we should all help each other and work together to improve." But I resolve to beat my new foes, and make a group of other students and we clasp hands in comradeship.

I'm talking to the master about the studio's business. He says they haven't had a lot of luck, but the best advertisement they have is a box they rent in New York for $6 per month. I think that's great deal and I ask more about it. He says it is in a location where a lot of people walk past
it on their way to watch television.

+ final showdown with my gang of bad guys versus the cops. In a dark room, we're piling (weapons?) into a large bin. I'm on the flat surface above the bin. I have a pump action shotgun with a barrel that opens and needs to be cocked back to closed after each shot. I reach behind me and point it at the head of a collegue and pull the trigger, *click*, it's not loaded. I cock it and do the same with another fellow bad guy. Then we're all hunkering down in terror and trembling: a cop/FBI/agent is walking slowly down the corridor outside our room. We're all waiting for him to enter, it's all over. He enters and walks across the laser sights on my gun but I don't even think about firing. We're caught, it's over.

Then the agent is a female, telling the ring leader of our group that his complains are ridiculous: he never even had any fruits growing in his penthouse, and never even had any dirt there. I think this is wrong, I thought I remembered seeing a potted plant there.

Then I'm thinking about a floating penthouse in the sky, how will the waste water be poured out? I think of a long hose running down to a pond on the ground below.

Once again I was too busy during the day and didn't get the chance to write this up until now (~10:30pm)

Dream - Plane Spinning
I was at my parents house where there was some sort of test going on, designed to determine your 'spirit power' or something. I remember walking from the kitchen into the lounge and I'd finished the test in this moment, my spirit was apparently the best. This high spirit meant I could qualify as a teacher which was what my friend Zac had wanted to be. Though, I wanted to be a bounty hunter which a high spirit wasn't really necessary for. There were other 'skills' which you needed to get these jobs too but I don't recall there being any specifics.

Some time later I think we must be outside on the deck by the lounge, we're listening to something about bouncy balls. I look above me and peer at the sky, seeing a powerful stream of air flowing visibly in the sky. This part stuck out to me visually as I don't think I'd seen anything like it before and it was pretty intense looking. Besides me is an old school mate, Jeff. I alert him to the air streaming above us but he isn't interested, he just wants to learn about bouncy balls. Suddenly there's a big plane which flies in from that air stream in a nose-dive. It pulls up and levels out but the entire plane is spinning very very very fast. I remember thinking that even if they stopped spinning, the passengers would be dead from the intensity of the spin. Its wings look munted and it soars over my house (within like 20m) towards a tree. If it can't pull up the plane is screwed I think... I feel like there was a bit of dream glitch here, the plane collides with the tree and breaks so branches, somehow it stops spinning but then it's further back and it has to pull up now and go over the tree. Like it had two chances?..

Whiteboard
I'm writing on my whiteboard with a whiteboard marker. There is not much consistency in the colour that I'm using. At some point I erase something I just wrote, which was written in blue. I also try to write something with my black marker, but it seems the ink has run out. It turns out that the marker I'm using is actually a red one and it won't work because I'm writing over some blue parts, which messes with the red tip. I thought it was red because the cap I pulled off it was red. Weird.. shouldn't the whole body of the red marker be red?

Fragment
» There's something with a submarine. I'm spectating I believe. Something has gone wrong with the submarine and some things have to be done to prevent people from drowning. It doesn't feel all too realistic. At some point it also seems more like it's a computer that needs fixing. I think about what a horrible way to go it would be to drown in a submarine. Like hell I'll ever get on one.

» Not sure what we're doing. We're recording a video, but I can't recall for what purpose. I'm a bit conscious of the fact that I'm totally naked. Lets make sure the camera doesn't pan down any further than is necessary.


Nasty drink
I'm in Indonesia with a classmate. I decide to get us some food on the moped. I sort of see/know a very fast summary of a few seconds of me being at the foodplace and then I'm back with food. She tells me that the place I wanted to go to is quite far and the food must be cold. I told her that it's far for her, but not for me, since I have a moped. I think she asks me where I live. I live right around the corner of her place, but I don't wanna tell her since I don't really like her. I take a zip from a bottle. It's one of those bottles which you have to squirt if you really want to make something come out. The taste is a bit vile and I quickly realise that I'm drinking my lens fluid.

Uni hoodie
I'm walking outside on a slightly sunny day. I see my cousin with her two kids. I pass past some branches and they are just laying there on the sidewalk having some fun. I think I give my cousins a hug. They then start to move to the other side of the street, where my mom's car is parked. She is standing close to it. Because I was talking to their mom, it took both of us a moment to realise they were heading out to cross a street. I run after them. They are surprisingly fast. I catch up to them at a point where I couldn't have prevented anything. If there was a car, all I would have accomplished was that I would have gotten hit first. There is nothing. The 4 year old is wearing my grey hoodie from my university. It's all soaked and it's way too big for her, dragging over the ground. I ask what happened to it, as I'm attached to that hoodie. Her mom and my mom both tell me to not make a fuss about it as it can be cleaned. I'm not, I just wanna know what happened. I consider trading my crappy red hoodie for the uni hoodie, but what would I wear then? I'm not gonna wear the uni hoodie while it's wet.

I'm at my mom's home, on the balcony. I throw my uni hoodie on a drying rack. I ask a question about it and my mom gives me this shitty answer that's not really an answer. Now I'm mad.

I'm sitting in my room. I can hear my mom shout, asking to borrow €1,- for some reason. I ignore it. It turns into an argument. I'm not gonna borrow her the €1,-. She can't even answer a question but she wants to ask favours? No! I think about later tonight, when I'll need a ride to the train station. Fuck it. I'll figure something out on my own.

Before bed I took 100 mg and did a WBTB at around 430 530 am. In a few days I will use Lucidimine 2 pills and see how my dreams will be affected

Tonight after doing WBTB I had an interesting dream in which I was in a cockpit of a Jumbo Jet and yet when I looked back it looked like my bedroom with a couch. I was accompanied by another person who was fuzzy and two pilots who were flying the plane. I then remember the plane turning slowly to the left or right side with no further changes and then the pilots left the seats. I remember wondering "why are they all over the cockpit and what is something happens they need to be in their seats." As I said that to myself I was holding on to the left side of the steering wheel and it accidently went upwards from my hand. This did not affect the plane though because in my mind I remember saying that "it was on autopilot" and will not be affected.

The pilots then told me that we are flying at about 32000 feet and as I looked down I could see the puffy white clouds below us as we were flying during the night. I then remember one of the pilots telling us that we are now in danger zone as we were flying over Baltimore and I remember looking at the map to see if there is a risk of a missile hitting us. I remember looking at coordinates to see where the army base would be at and determined that danger has passed. At this point we began to fly more erratically to try to avoid the "missile" as nothing happened and the dream ended.

Alarm @ 0230
Bed @ 2240
Woke @ midnight, used bathroom, BTB


XKCD shirt
I'm somewhere with Allan (a coworker I haven't seen for about five years), and I'm thinking about XKCD. My initial thought is that he's a programmer, so of course he saw the most recent comic, but then I figure there's no harm in asking. It turns out he's never heard of it.

Now I'm ordering an XKCD shirt. It's white-on-orange, and they have a choice of about a dozen shirts. Now it's arrived. I'm pulling it out of the package, thinking about how I blew half my monthly allowance of "do anything " money on a silly shirt just to tell my coworker about an online comic. Oh well. I pull it out and look at it, realizing with horror that I must have ordered the wrong shirt by accident. It is an XKCD shirt, but it doesn't have a print of a comic, only some kind of list. I wonder if I can return it, but I probably can't, and the return shipping would probably make it not really worth it anyway. My wife sees it and asks me about it, and I explain it's to introduce my coworker to XKCD. She gets a sort of "wow, that's weird, but whatever" expression on her face.


Woke around 0100 with a crying baby. Woke around 0130, ditto.
Woke @ 0230, BTB @ 0245.
Woke @ 0320 after feeling something on my head. After flinging it away with my hand, I did a nose-pinch which indicated reality.


Smartish watch
I see an ad for a watch on sale: a nice Casio men's watch. It's not a "smart watch," but it is a very nice digital. It's got a lot of nice features, including an mp3 player, a stand (how does that even work?), something that changes how the watch acts depending on your current activity and time of day, and a bunch of other stuff. The list is very long, covering the whole right side of the page. I see a URL on the page, something like www.move2watch.com (whatever it is, it's two words separated by "2") and visit it. I see that that all the extensions for the watch are currently on sale. I didn't realize this watch even had extensions; that's pretty impressive. I glance briefly at the list of available extensions, but none of the descriptions make any impact on me. I wonder if I misunderstood the flier - maybe the extensions are the only things on sale, not the watch. Looking back at the flier, I see that the watch itself is on sale for e$49.99. I'm not sure what that works out to, but I'm guessing about $60.

I see a note somewhere indicating that if you're going to get a law changed, please do it before commissioning a new extension. If a law is changed and it requires updating an extension, you'll have to pay a re(something) fee. Email Allison (someone) <some dept>, Allison (someone) Heating Dept to request it. Reading further, I find details about the process. It says she creates a VM based on the current law to simulate how the watch will respond, so she'll need to make a new one after a law change. Her simulation uses four units: witches, guards, citizens, and <something>. I see a whole lot of colored wooden kids' blocks stacked on the floor in a bunch of piles: yellow for citizens, blue for guards, red for witches, green for <something>. Each pile has different numbers of each blocks, but each pile has all four colors and has them stacked in the same color order with the entirety of each color grouped together (e.g. 5 greens, 3 blues, 6 yellows, 2 reds). According to the rules of the simulation, witches kill citizens, guards kill witches but lose their own lives in the process. I see blocks starting to disappear from the stacks as the simulation runs its course.

Before returning to bed, I try to set the intention that in my next dream I'll see the watch and become lucid.


BTB @ 0345
Woke @ 0530

Long FA chain
I'm in a house, in a small bathroom, getting ready to leave. My wife and family have already left. I notice that something is wet and look up to find what looks like a pipe sticking out of the ceiling and dripping - but as I look, it starts pouring. There's a whole pile of clothing on a counter under the window, and it's soaked in seconds. I try briefly to think what could be above us to do this but I'm drawing a blank. I call my wife, but the connection is terrible - then I realize that I'm not talking to her over the cellular network but instead over a barely-connected Bluetooth connection. She's a couple of miles down the road - how is Bluetooth even working?? - so I hang up, intending to disable Bluetooth and try again. I realize something is off about this whole situation and nose-pinch, finding it really is a dream.

Now I'm driving on a four/five lane road through a commercial area with shopping centers to my left and right. I see an ad for something, and it seems really familiar. I do the nose-pinch test and realize I'm dreaming, though it takes a couple of iterations to really sink in that it's working - I can tell I'm still breathing with my nose pinched, but at first I think I'm accidentally breathing through my mouth.

Now I'm parked in my car in the parking lot. I find myself moving really slowly so as to not disturb the dream, and again I realize this is silly - I need to intensify the dream, not move as if on eggshells. I remember my goal for intensifying is to do the first few Fibonacci numbers, so - keeping my eyes open - I count 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8 - which was as high as I'd intended to go - but it seems so easy I keep going - 13, 21, 34, 65 (I think I must have accidentally added 21+44 instead of 21+34). It's starting to get hard, and I don't want to lose the dream because I completely lose focus on it, so I stop there, pleased with how well I did.

Now I'm standing on the parking lot, and I decide to fly. I remind myself that this is a dream, that everything around me is a creation of my mind, including my body (though I don't go so far as to remember that my real body is asleep in bed), then try to lift off. Nothing happens.

Now I'm in an alley behind the stores. Ivy is growing everywhere. There's quite a lot of exposed wood - something like trellises - along the side of the alley. The far end of the alley is completely blocked, though I know there's a road behind it. Again, I walk around touching everything, feeling it, yet remembering that it's not actually there. The ivy is a dark green with large leaves. I touch the ground, some wood, the leaves. I think about how I wish I had some way to record this so I didn't forget it after I wake up, and I remember my project with my DIY dream mask to attempt to record Morse code from inside the dream state and read it back later. Unfortunately, that project is benched for the time being, so I'll just have to remember everything as best as I can. Oh well. I decide not to fly back here but want to get back to the front of the store for the extra room, but the way back is blocked. Somehow I dig through a wall of dirt, but I'm not happy with the feeling of dirt clinging to my hands. I look at my hands and at the grayish dirt clinging to them, remind myself that the dirt isn't real, and mentally command it to fall off. To my immense satisfaction, the dirt does just fall off, leaving my hands almost (but not entirely) clean. I wake up.

As I lay in bed looking around the (well-lit) bedroom, my wife walks in. She's talking to John and Jenny who follow her into the room. She notices that I'm awake and asks if I've had any success with my lucid dreaming. I excitedly tell her that I actually just woke from a lucid dream, that I couldn't manage to fly, but that I did manage to get dirt to fall from my hands. They're clearly enjoying my enthusiasm, but my wife - who's always thought that the whole lucid dreaming thing is pretty silly - turns to them and mock-apologizes for me, saying something like "I'm sorry, he really is a good man." Something seems off, so I discretely nose-pinch and realize I'm still dreaming.

Details are really fuzzy for this scene. I'm walking through a field towards a small building build in an Oriental style. Getting closer, I see a patch of dirt under an overhang. Somehow I use my dream powers of dirt manipulation to dig down into it and/or toss it aside to form a path to the evil queen. I wake up.

I lay in bed with my eyes closed and try to perform a DEILD chain. I can hear the sound of the rain/ocean playing through my pillow speakers. I'm a bit disappointed when nothing happens (though not too much, since I've never gotten a DEILD to work); but then I remember that I had a false awakening just a few minutes ago and this might be another one. With my eyes still closed, I slowly reach up a hand and do the nose pinch, finding that I'm still dreaming. I have a moment of "what do I do now" since I'm in blackness; but then I open my eyes and find myself in a bedroom - to my sleeping mind, it's the one from my parents' house in Virginia.

I find myself in a house with a rather rustic feel to it. I walk over to the window and look out to see a landscape covered with snow. Trees stand out here and there, and dozens of snowmen - some large, some small - dot the yard. I think how much my kids would love to be here in real life. I have a passing thought that it would be fun to summon a blizzard. I give a brief mental "push," but nothing happens. I decide I don't really care and shouldn't spend my mental energies / focus on this. I can't really fly too well indoors, but then I remember Ophelia's story from one of her podcasts about how her eyes changed when she looked into a mirror. I head off down a nearby hallway in search of a bathroom.

I quickly realize the hallway is stretching off into the distance, and I decide I'm NOT going to lose lucidity to something stupid. I turn left, intending to try to find a bathroom that way, and come face-to-face with a mirror mounted to the wall of the hallway. Looking at myself, I'm dressed as I am for bed during the summer: wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. Thinking back to Ophelia's story, I start out by closely examining the reflection of my face. The shape is a little off, the bottom half too triangular, the eyes too large, the skin too smooth and light, the whole impression somehow too childlike or perhaps Anime-like? I don't even watch Anime - but each individual change is fairly subtle. I turn away from the mirror to see what else I can do in the house, but I wake up.

This time I'm expecting it to be a false awakening, but I keep my eyes closed (again hearing the speakers) and attempt a DEILD chain just to be sure. After a few moments, I again do a nose-pinch, and again I find I'm still in the dream. I open my eyes, get out of bed, and find one of my kids waiting for me. I pick her up, thinking to myself that if she starts fussing about something I'll just put her down and walk away - after all, she's not real. I decide that even if I can't lift off the ground, maybe I can step into space and not fall. I get up on the bed and walk to the foot, noting (but not questioning) the nice wood chest a few feet away and the stairs beyond. Disappointingly, when I put my foot down on the air I just fall to the ground (though somehow I remain standing). Oh well. I think about other ways to start flying, and I remember people talking about baby steps, of using means to achieve flight before you just will yourself into the air. I decide to go outside, hold out my arms, get a good running start, and launch myself into the air. At the very least I should be able to glide a few feet off the ground as I have before. I go down the stairs, turn right towards the front door, unlock the deadbolt, open the door, go out onto the front path (detached garage to my right, house to my left, lots of greenery - I note the snow is gone), and wake up.

Again, I try to DEILD chain, do the nose pinch, and find myself in my real bed. I note that my real bed felt different from my dream beds - rougher, perhaps, providing more sensory input than the fake ones did.

BTB @ 0605.
Woke @ 0730.

Fragments: Someone is playing a side-scroller on a console, about to fight a boss.

Only recall some pretty vague dreams as I punched my alarm clock into snooze mode...

I see Bart, Milhouse and Nelson from The Simpsons in a metro tunnel. They all have super powers. Bart starts showing his stretching ability until he is electrocuted by Milhouse's electric ability that is then absorbed by Nelson's super strength.

Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury is playing bad cop as he interrogates a prisoner in a children's clothes department. I see mittens meant for children, colorful, with words like "dying", "cancer" and "paralyzed" knitted across them. Pretty morbid.

Nick Fury and his partner are outside an American suburban house. They throw Jeffery Dahmer in the trunk of the car, they finished interrogating him. I don't want to sit in the back seat in case he starts stabbing me through the cushion. I go to the front seat thinking Fury's partner is going to sit in my lap (or I'd be sitting in his) but to my surprise the seat is not taken.

I have a false awakening, I get up and I'm walking in my old childhood home. Where is everyone? Did I sleep past my alarm and miss school? I'm pretty upset. I try to make out what time it is by looking out at the grey sky outside.

I wake up in my real bed, but my body is very heavy, can barely swing around and get my feet on the ground. My body suddenly collapses into itself, I'm back in bed again. I try and try, never getting further than my feet onto the floor. How can this be so hard? I then wake up for real.

Morning of November 23, 2015. Monday.

Dream#: 17,871-03. 1 min 50 sec read.

I am with my family on a city bus. I have no thoughts of our destination. The bus is crowded, mostly with unknown people who are in a cheerful mood. (The first location seems to be the second floor of the Rose Street building in La Crosse, though I have not lived there since 1967.)

Eventually, the bus reaches the end of a hall, near the top step of a staircase. I first consider the steps as possibly too steep for the bus to descend safely.

However, the bus smoothly descends the staircase after slowly tipping forward. The bus driver is cheerful and competent.

Once we reach the bottom of the staircase and emerge from a doorway, the bus continues down a city street in the late morning, my dream being a little more vivid for a short time, though I am still not thinking about our destination.

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Understanding Dream Content Causation for Clarity of Mind:

A staircase often features because of the vestibular phasing of REM sleep and may include imaginary kinesthesia. The fundamental imperative of dreaming in the last stage of sleep is to establish mind-body reconnectivity to resolve and stabilize physicality. Staircases have continually featured in my dreams because of this type of predictable cortical phasing for over 50 years.

In this dream, being on a bus is also the result of the vestibular phasing of REM sleep and also includes imaginary kinesthesia. This kind of dreaming experience has the typification of “Double Vestibular.” I might otherwise be “walking with intent” to vivify my dream while descending or ascending the staircase, or I might be slowly flying in a standing position over any missing steps as I have often done in dreams since childhood. In another, a girl drove a bus off the edge of a second-level car park. Even though I felt the kinesthetic drop, I remained in my dream as it vivified and continued for several minutes after the bus landed on the road below.

Here, my emergence is passive, and the bus represents my illusory dream body. It is self-evident. Both a bus and my body is a vehicle. In other dreams, buses fly (as I also do each sleep cycle), or I might guide a bus over a river or a narrow girder that connects two skyscrapers. I might ride a bicycle down a staircase or smoothly slide down as if my shoes served as skis.

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How is this dream the opposite of the outcome that has occurred virtually every sleep cycle for over 50 years? My initial dream is also a result of predictable vestibular phasing and also includes imaginary kinesthesia. It is the walking, losing my footing, and quick fall (with myoclonus). The fall, often blissful, is precursory to entering deeper sleep.

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Just woke up from a dream - I'm not sure of the setting in which the dream takes place--meaning, it's nowhere I recognize in real life. I remember before this scene took place, I was looking for a bank in the dream, and I stumbled upon this little building. It kind of reminds me of a cottage/gazebo type building--but it's a bank, because I stoop down to use this ATM that's in this room, and the ATM kind of looks like a little safe. Anyway, the next part I remember is there is this man there, and I'm totally in love with him--but he doesn't know it. He's someone I've been into for a long time, I think, but we've always just been friends/acquaintances. Also, I'm not sure he's single--or maybe he wasn't single, but is going through a separation or something? I'm not quite sure-it's something kind of confusing. So I'm in this place, and he is there, and this other woman is there, too, and I know her--I think she's a friend of mine, or maybe she's my sister? I can't remember, it's very cloudy/vague. But the thing is, is that he and her have a history, I think--and things are complicated. They are talking about stuff, and I'm not sure what's going on, but at some point I realize that they're talking about having a baby together--like, they've decided they're going to work things out, and they're going to go try having a baby right away. I'm so crushed to hear this, and I can't stop myself from saying something. All of a sudden I pipe up, and I'm like, "WAIT, no!" And I'm really upset and saying that she can't get pregnant, don't have a baby, etc. I also say something about the man getting skinny--not sure what I say or what that's supposed to mean, but it's relevant in a minute.
So the friend/lady leaves, but the man is still there, and he's exasperated with me, and kind of upset, and asks me what's going on--what's wrong with me, why would I intervene and not want them to have a baby, why would I make the friend upset, etc. I'm in tears, and I tell him, "I CAN'T tell you! You won't understand, I just CAN'T tell you!" And I so much want for him to love ME, I don't understand why he loves her and not me--it hurts so much. I'm so afraid that if I tell him why, then he will hate me. Then, he softens some, because he sees how upset I am--and I must open up and tell him some of what's going on, because he responds to me as if I did (I just don't remember exactly what I told him in the dream--somehow that part got skipped). So then, he tells me that he thinks I'm a beautiful, amazing woman. He says that my laughter, how I love to laugh, my sense of humor, is such a positive and great quality in me, that it (helps) makes me a great catch. Then he says something that surprises me--he tells me that on their wedding day (he & the friend), he was really drunk, and was thinking about how beautiful/sexy his wife's sister(s?) were, and the whole premise/what he's communicating to me is that if he didn't end up with my friend/sister, then he would have been interested in me. I'm really pleasantly surprised and feel so good to hear that, because I assumed he just pretty much didn't know I exist. Oh and this man, in the dream, looks like Josh Duhamel (which, he is handsome IRL, of course, but I've never had a thing for him or anything bc he seems like a douche, lol). Oh and in his talking to me, the guy also mentions, kind of jokingly, that he is NOT skinny, and he's not going to get skinny (he isn't fat, but he's muscular and has a really amazing body). I'm embarrassed at that comment I'd made earlier, and say I wasn't serious--I don't think he's skinny, and in fact, he's gorgeous. That's the scene that was taking place right when I woke up.

Music
With no real way of knowing where I am, I know that I'm in Indonesia. It's already somewhat late in the evening. I'm walking around in a mall and feel like it's near closing time. I hurry a bit, because I still want to buy some earplugs. I enter a store that looks like it's an electronics store. I believe the floor consists out of white tiles, which have been polished until they shine. It kinda looks as if there are two entrances behind one another. As if there is a 'pre-shop' to the actual shop. There are two salesmen standing in the 'pre-shop'. All this consists of just a counter. Without me having said anything, one of them asks me if I want to buy earplugs. He just really wants to sell. Because I came here to buy earplugs I go along with it. I look at the counter. There are purple earplugs connected to a black iPhone I believe. I tell the salesman in Indonesian that I want to try those. I put them in and connect them to my own black iPhone. I'm scrolling through my playlist. I want to try these using the song Backseat Freestyle by Kendrick Lamar. I keep looking through the music I have of him, but I can't find this song. Then I decide that it's no problem, as it's just for testing anyway. I play a song and I can hear it being played double. I take out my earplugs. The sound is coming both from the earplugs and the speakers, but it isn't synchronised. How annoying! This is totally inconvenient. If I sit in an angkot [public transport minivan] everyone will hear it. I want to tell this to the salesman, but I'm struggling to find the words in Indonesian.

Selling
It's daytime and I'm standing somewhere on the street. I'm with a colleague. It's one of my first days as a street sales person. I approach a girl to convince her to become a member of whatever it is I'm standing for. At some point I've convinced her. I put my black bag on the ground and grab 5 pens out of the front pocket with one hand. I present them to her, so she can have her pick of which one she wants to use. There are two green ones which I know are empty already, so I'm hoping slightly that she won't take those. Then I remember that the registration form is still in my bag as well. I grab it out of the main pocket.

Train
I'm standing in a train, near the end of a carriage. In front of the door to the other carriage is a steel rod on which I decide to sit. It's blocking the way for someone to enter, so I move. I look at my phone to consult the train app for travel information. This new version is bothering the hell out of me. On the left I can choose a time of departure and on the right I can do something similar. Who thought of this? It's totally not convenient! To make matters worse my screen responds erratically to my touches.

Wrote this several hours after waking up.

Fragments
» I don't know where I am. All I recall is that it's a sunny day and that I'm with Abby and Dom. I haven't spoken to them in a long time, especially Dom. I'm happy to see him. We talk for a while.

» I had a dream that was really long, but I can't remember that much anymore. The scenery was somewhat spectacular. It felt sort of like a campus, except the building was designed really cool, with nature incorporated in it quite harmonically. I recall that I had a girlfriend of sorts, but also another girl who I was very friendly with. At one point I passed that girl on the hallway and we pretended we didn't know each other, so as not to arouse any suspicion. I think it was a brunette girl. And then there was also a blonde girl, but we seemed to mean less to each other. At some point I took an 'elevator' down, which was just a moving platform. Someone threw a syringe down at me which I would need, but the cap was off, so I was concerned it would hit me. I think there was also a festival somewhere in this dream.

Moped/bicycle
It's daytime and I'm driving to my campus. I alternative between a moped and a bicycle. I think about it: hmm, it does seem a bit odd to use a moped to go to campus. If I always use the moped, then why do I always feel like it takes so much effort to get to campus? I'm on a grey bicycle path seemingly in the middle of nowhere. I don't recall seeing anything else manmade. There are some people passing on bicycles from the opposite direction. I also recall overtaking someone. That person fell just a few moments later. I didn't stop to help, as other people already did. I pass through a hilly landscape. At some point while I'm driving the moped, my best friend is sitting on the back and I'm trying to ascend a steep hill. She has to get off, because the moped doesn't have the power to handle this.

Promotion
I'm at my job. Bart, who is one of my bosses, invites me upstairs. We pass through a sort of hallway and enter a bigger room. We have a conversation at a wooden table, facing one another. He tells me that if I want to get this promotion of sorts and be called in for the real modelling jobs, I should change my attire. My shoes are all messed up. I also need to cut my hair. What? No way man! He tells me that my dreads are just too messy. I show him that it's because I haven't taken care of them for a while and they have grown in the mean time, but they can be really neat. There's a girl sitting next to me who agrees with him. I feel like the situation is a bit hostile. At some point someone throws some old stuff out of the room. I think it might've been a mattress.

Zombie
The details are a bit vague. I'm outside with several of my classmates, including a German guy. There are zombies, but we have already beaten the outbreak. A new one appears though and we have to make sure it doesn't spread, since dealing with only 1 zombie is still doable.

I'm in my highrise bed. My German classmate enters my room. I just know it's him somehow, or perhaps I heard him talking. Because I'm in my highrise, he doesn't spot me. He's scheming to turn me into a zombie. There's a grey towel hanging on the ladder to my highrise. He wipes something on it that's supposed to infect me.
I'm just outside of my room and I confront my classmate. I push him down the stairs a couple of times. Clearly he's a threat as he wanted to turn me into a zombie.

I completely forgot to write up these dreams today... And I actually had pretty alright dream recall for once :/ damn.

Dream 1 - Conch shell
From what I remember I was in a cave with some people, it was a pretty massive cave that was easy to see in because it had a large opening and in was day time (though the sun wasn't shining directly into the cave). I recall seeing a big conch shell, it was mounted on a pedestal like it was some sort of treasure. I picked it up and brought to my face inspecting it, seeing some holes I placed my thumb over them and blew into an opening..
*Bang*! Whoa that was unexpected, I didn't think it would be loud. I put it back hurriedly thinking that I shouldn't mess around with it... Then I pick it up again, just one more try won't hurt
Knowing what to do this time I prepare to blow into it really hard, sucking in a big breath and then unleashing a full throttle exhale into it. *BOOOM*!! A huge sound wave emanates from the shell and causes the whole cave to shake extremely violently . Everyone else that was around starts running for the exit, I start running too. Debris rains down from the ceiling and splashes into the water (most of the cave is in deep water) and sticks out which I use to jump across towards the exit. Suddenly a big piece of debris falls in front of me and I die... It was 'game over', and actually felt like a game. I was in third person watching my characters body go limp like a game character would in something like Skyrim. My character began sinking into the depths and I was left wondering how he actually died.. It didn't make sense (the debris didn't even touch my character).

Dream fragment
- I remember at some point talking to someone (it was a girl) and she threatened me and stuck two fingers into my mouth and grabbed my tongue I'm not sure if this even happened last night..

Dream 2 - Gift
I can't properly remember this dream so I'll just try string together the notes I put in my phone about it...
Apparently I was talking to my dad outside the house and then my mum must have came out and given me a gift, I remember it seemed to resemble the star that you would place on top of a Christmas tree. There's trash to clean up and I think I clean it up, maybe from a bin that spilled. The parents of my ex gf are there at some point and I think they may be doing something illegal.

Dream 3 - Home
I'm at my parents house with some friends, for some reason we ended up all being naked because something had happened to our clothes and we had to get new ones, maybe they got too wet? O_O.. There's sand on my feet and we're heading through the hallway in my house towards the bathroom to wash the sand off I think. As we walk through the hallway we walk past these 3 girls who I think are really ugly, they're covered in acne all over and their faces just don't look right for some reason. They're naked too for some reason. We reach the bathroom and the others start rinsing themselves, there's no real awareness to the fact that we're naked in the company of each other. Suddenly me and this blonde girl start interacting, I decide to start 'teasing' her, though I have no idea how it's considered teasing... Since I pretty much put her in a full-blown sex position, this dream took a really hot and heavy turn . She said "what are you doing?" coquettishly, and wanted things to progress but I said "haha I'm just teasing" (since I knew I had a gf). This moment in particular during the dream was extremely intense... None of the others had noticed but it's pretty much like they don't really exist temporarily. I put a jacket around me and cover up my crotch for obvious 'reasons' after that event. I then head back to my room just across the hallway. Everything in this house was where it was supposed to be, but I didn't realize that all the rooms were about twice the size they should have been. I pick up a towel and some clothes, hmm I probably don't have enough clothes for everyone.. Oh well. My friend Matt comes up to me and I tell him I'm going to have a shower and he smiles and nods then strides back over to the others.

*I remember being at this place with a very beautiful the scenery.

* me and my girlfriend were laying on the floor on our backs and a Hindu temple. We were in front of the Shiva shrine and I commented to my girlfriend can't you feel the energy here.

[Notes:
- Yeah, I dunno. I have nothing to say but the following:

[Dream begins]:
Driving with Ricky Remedy somewhere.

Hot sauce on the rear windshield going on the roundabout.

Something about loving someone more (fat version of LE; was in college) because their hot sauce was better.

Two girls gave me their hot sauce, and one of them was sriracha so I knew I would love the other one.

The frozen-air can that had a carbon chunk touching a metal plate on the bottom.

Shoot it into a pool of hot sauce and you get serpents.

Laughing at people swimming in the hot sauce and getting beat up by frozen-air-hot-sauce-serpents.

[The dream fragments...]

Dream interpreters... got any idea what this is about?

Late autumn. It was cold, rainy night. I was going out of my house with my two friends. We were going to friends house. On the way we were talking. One of my friends said that the world is going to end soon, just when new release of Dwarf Fortress would see the day. He said that there would be something wrong in the code, that would trigger death machine.

Suddenly I found myself on a desert town. There were like two houses, salloon and a graveyard. I immediately went inside salloon, where a strange old man hired me. He said that I should check the situation in the local graveyard, as three of his last messangers disappeared there. Without hesitation I went there. There were only ten to twelve graves and a chapel.

I saw that there were three bodies on the ground. I couldn't remember what happened after the last time I met my friends, so I didn't know what killed them. Suddenly I heard moans and screams. Zombies were coming out of graves. There were also huge hordes of them on the horizon.

I quickly ran into the salloon, and saw that the old man hidden behind some kind of a barrier. He said "They're coming... Let's rock!" Then he started to play a heavy metal song. I hidden behind a counter, the building shaked, the barrier broke and he made an earthquake. He disappeared, and everything stopped. The zombies were still coming however, so I went to the place he was standing in.

There was a huge hole in the floor, that led into some kind of caverns. I decided to jump down there, and landed safely. I turned around and saw that there were many angel-like figures. All of them looked the same - they were wearing steel armors, red cloaks and red checked trousers. They were floating in the air, only one of them was sitting on a huge rock. He said with a calm voice "Do you liked that? I was writing it for 30 years, and it's the best song I made in my one hundred years long carrier!" Then they have just disappeared, and there was just darkness. The world have ended.

* Alarm @ 0200
Bed @ 2200

Heated class discussion
As I'm walking through a college campus at night, I come across a large group of students holding a rather heated discussion - not quite a protest - about some recent events. It seems that some of the US states have officially accepted responsibility for whatever it is. This seems to have been a bad idea, since it A) prevents people from having a real discussion about the actual problem and B) encourages even more vitriol to be thrown at the states instead of the people who are actually at fault. Worse yet, more states are planning on also taking responsibility for whatever-it-is. Somehow, I get dragged into the mess and become a moderator of some kind of forum. Now I'm sleeping, hearing Kaleb calling my name, wondering what's gone wrong now and what I'm going to have to do to fix it.

Someone is discussing driving a wedge between different economic classes, making an analogy of a road with two lanes going in the same direction, everyone driving along happily, when suddenly and without warning the right-hand lane turns off and people who were otherwise minding their own business are suddenly going somewhere they didn't expect. Now I'm driving in the left lane. I see the cars next to me who are forced off to the right and can see the expressions of confusion/disappoinment/anger on the drivers' faces. Now there's some kind of discussion of genetically modifying the population such that the lower classes have a higher birth rate than the upper classes to help perpetuate the ruler / worker dichotomy.

BTB @ 0215. Woke @ 0540 due to dog.

Alien sphere / high school hijinks
It's night. I'm standing with a group of people in a tall, dilapidated building looking at the hazy sky. Suddenly, bright yellow lines appear in the sky in a kind of Y (or slingshot) shape and start launching glowing balls towards space. Amazingly, the balls seem to impact something, revealing that the sky is hazy because the Earth is surrounded by some kind of sphere. After a couple of shots, the balls start knocking holes in the sphere, revealing amazingly clear, bright stars beyond. After a few more shots, a huge part of the sphere falls out and reveals most of the night sky in its glory. Now I see the Earth as from space, and I know that the aliens who built the sphere are not happy that it's been breached and are on their way to re-subjugate the Earth.

Now it's day, and I'm walking down a sidewalk with a group of teens heading for a high school. A road is to our left, and the school is ahead of us and across the road. One of the girls in the group is talking about names in conjunction with the aliens. She says one name in particular, but it doesn't sound familiar to me. She scoffs, believing me to be lying, and I think about it harder. I realize it sounds kind of like Dilbert's Elbonians, and she says that's what she was referring to.

Now the group is sneaking in a balcony on an upper story of the school. The door closes early and one girl gets left outside. Someone comes back and opens the door for her, but someone in authority sees her. Now I'm in a men's bathroom near the door they snuck in. The place has a strange maze-like layout with the toilets in the dead-ends. I'm using one, taking longer than I'd like, knowing that this is a bad place to be since authority figures will probably show up soon and start snooping around to find out more about the kids who snuck in. Now I'm about to leave the bathroom, but someone comes in, stops me, and starts asking me questions about the kids. I start picking through a pile of clothes on the floor near the door, pretending that's why I'm here, pretending ignorance about the questions he's asking me.

Now I'm in a room (a dormitory?) with two rows of beds. I'm in the bed on the right side of the room, second from the end. The room is empty except for one other guy. Now I'm watching him betray us all to the administration. He's walking around the room, pointing to each bed, telling them all the dirt on person who sleeps there. When he gets to my bed, he pauses, looks kind of guilty, and admits he has nothing against me.

Now I'm watching girls in their dorm room as they play a video game on their TV. Only one girl is actually doing the playing; the others are watching. Now I'm watching girls in another room as they're playing with the ones in the first. Suddenly a group of administrators pours in, raiding the room. These girls are caught, but at least the girls in the first room will have warning (since this group is dropping offline) and won't be caught off-guard when their own room is raided.


Potluck setup
I'm outside in a field helping to set up for potluck. As I'm helping to unfold chairs, everyone is really paranoid about yellow jackets. Chris unfolds chair then gingerly holds it so I can see down the legs. I take a look and see what looks like two yellow jackets inside. He gingerly puts the chair down, we stand back, and a few moments later they both fly out, both looking a lot larger than I expect. Now we're walking to where the cars are parked. We pull out more chairs and get to work setting them up. One chair is different from the others: it comes in lots of different pieces and has 1" hooks at the end of each piece designed to hook together to hold the chair together. Given the size of the hooks, I can't see how the chair could possibly hold together, especially with weight in it.


BTB @ 0555.

No further dreams.


Fragments:
I'm with my parents walking into a fancy restaurant. We're all well dressed. The maitre'd escorts us through one room into another. The walls of this room are mostly window, and I can see that it's night time. I'm carrying my tablet.

I'm on a ship with some people.

I'm in a garage. Someone is working on a car and is getting a new tool.

I'm walking under the awning of a shopping center with my wife.