non-lucid

* 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.

A very vague dream of walking in a park like area on a grey day, I cross roads and each time I do a line of poetry comes to mind. How they went exactly escapes me but they went something along the lines of "my mind wanders over crossroads", "it looks for a place to hide", "all my friends are crazy or dead".

Alarm @ 0205
Bed @ 2315

Adventures in Florida
I'm seeing something about the Disney castle. It says it's the second most expensive building in the world. I just can't how that could be - unless maybe it's because it's made of 100% Legos. As the image zooms closer, I can see that it is in fact a lot shinier than I expected, probably because of all that Lego plastic. Wow, who know?

Now I'm in a nice car being driven somewhere. There's a woman I need to talk to, but I don't have her number. As I'm thinking about her, wondering how to contact her, she calls me. Unfortunately, the connection is terrible and I can't make out a word she's saying. I eventually try to yell to her that I'll just text her. Now we're pulling up to what looks like a nice hotel. I realize I forgot to text her, but it turns out she's waiting for me anyway, standing just outside the door under one of those funny curved awnings hotels like to use.

Now I'm inside the building, moving through a crowd. All of us are pretty well dressed. I see Chris and decide to talk to him, but since he's already heading in my general direction I just wait. Our eyes meet when he's a couple of people away from me and he comes closer, shakes my hand, and tells me that he can't talk now but he'll find me in a few minutes. Now I'm in another room, some kind of art gallery. The walls are a kind of golden color, as are the painting frames. I look at a few of the pictures, stopping to look at one in particular of a nice sailing ship being tossed by heavy seas. Chris comes in and I ask him about the woman. Specifically, I suspect that she has the power of teleportation, and think he'll know for sure. He confirms that she does have such powers, but that she can't use them on young children. I think that her abilities could come in very handy, because there are a couple of people I'm somehow responsible for that need to get from one side of Florida to the other, but I can't really take them because it's hours to Florida, hours from one side to the other, then hours back; and she could get them where they need to go in an eye-blink.

Now I'm walking outside with Chris in casual clothes. It's a beautiful day with a clear blue sky. We're on a sidewalk walking with the road to our right. Across the road I see an arid field, further on some garish buildings which I think are something like bathrooms / changing rooms, then a parking lot, then some apartment buildings. I comment that these buildings are even more ugly than normal Florida buildings (which are ugly enough). He's amused but makes no comment.

Now it's dusk. We're walking down a path towards a fence guarding the back of some kind of residential area. There's a gate in the fence at the end of the path, and as we get to it Chris gets annoyed with himself. The gate is locked with a padlock on the inside. He's got a key, but he's on the wrong side of the gate to get to the lock. He ends up having to climb the fence so he can open the gate for me. A groundskeeper sees him and starts heading our way, but when Chris shows he has a working key to the lock and explains that he accidentally left it locked this morning when he left, the groundskeeper is mollified and walks away. Now we're walking along a path between buildings headed for someone's residence.


Home improvement heist
I'm in a giant home improvement store looking at some stuff on an end-cap. Now I'm watching some guys walking through a deserted part of the store (possibly in the basement), guns drawn but pointing at the ground. They find a recessed area in another end-cap and open a hidden compartment in the back, but they're disappointed when it turns out to be empty. They realize the man in the wheelchair must have gotten there first and taken it, and that they'll have to track him down. Now the area they're in is near the checkout area. Someone hits a button expecting to call an elevator, but the entire floor - both their area and the checkout area - starts to rise upwards.

*I forgot exactly what you said to me in this dream but she said something to make me very upset.

I remember being in a car texting my gf about whether she had left for Rotorua. She texted back saying that her and her family left at night so that our daughter would be able to sleep in the car. The car I'm in is being driven by my parents and we're heading to Rotorua to give them emotional because their granddad is having an operation. We arrive in a dull grey looking town, my dad asks me something but I'm busy texting trying to find out if my gf has arrived or not.

Dream experience: 1
Dream awareness: 1

Pretty much the only dream I remember, every time I woke up I would start thinking about the book I'm reading O_O

It's the night, in a place full of small, long wood and paper houses, with dirt paths around them. The place is lit by paper lanterns hanging in trees. I'm following a young girl with long, flowing dark hairs. She's transporting a big barrel of sake, with a thick rituel cord warped around it. She's running from a whole sled of chinese and japanese spirits, I can see their shadows on the walls of the houses, pointy headed foxes, jumping parasol, dancing lantern, witches and ogres. She managed to reach a hole in the ground and throw the barrel in.
We're taken to a gigantic house, the woman in charge give us a room to clean. I open the door, it's dark inside, and the smell is horrible, decaying things in a dark, warm place, closed up for years. I gag and put a tissue on my mouth and nose, it's disgusting, but at least it's a dry rot, things turning to dust rather that slime. The girl with me starts filling garbage bin, but I notice another girl, in the room next door, strugling with a younger sibling. My fellow tells me that the younger sibling is mentaly deficient, and that's why they're struggling. I go back to cleaning, but she almost finished it. I pickup something from the previous occupant and unwarp it. It's a wooden sign, with "academy of cooking and baking, 1887" engraved on it. There's also a name, and I deduce that he was the previous candidate; this all thing is a sort of competition. I walk out of our room to another, and I meet up with this man, a chef. He's helping someone whip up a desert, and hand me a place. It's ice cream, with a syrup on it. The syrup is warm, dark chocolat with the faintest hint of coffee. I can't really pinpoint what the ice cream is. It's both sweet and savory, slighly nutty but more well rounded, in a crème anglaise base. It's delicious, the texture is wonderfull, rich without being cloying and creamy without feeling greasy.

Cloudy afternoon, it was cold and rainy. I went out of my house, and saw that someone was standing in my garden. It was a redhead woman, and she was naked. For some reason I had a feeling that I know her, so I went to talk with her. She was quite pretty. When I came closer to her, she said that she's grateful that I helped her, but she don't want others to know about that. I looked into her deep blue eyes, and then at her face. She smiled to me, and then kissed me. Next we made it in the garden.

Outside looked different, the clouds seemed to have morphed clouds into different shapes every minute. While this is happening, me and a couple of kids were in my neighborhood causing a bunch of random mischief. I was walking down the street to meet up with somebody, finished that, and I began walking toward another part of town when one of our friends decided to break something in a house. He runs out laughing and I turn to see Hey Arnold. We walk towards my house and we notice the clouds changing colors and morphing into star shapes, cartoon heads, and hearts. I still hear in the background my friends still doing random happenstance.

Next thing you know, we are in a large white stone mansion in a forest. The kids were still with me in different outfits and now there are two girls. A tall old lady comes in the lobby we were in, wearing a Sun hat and Victorian dress. Apparently we were held here for causing mayhem. She leaves and my friends began doing different and one even begins to smoke. I start looking around this beautiful stone palace a very obvious exit which is pretty much a gaping hole in the entrance, almost like door was put in. The old lady returns and tells us to knock it off but one of the girls run away at incredible speeds. The lady somehow catches her outside, while I walk down the stone steps. Its pretty much a forest.

I help the girl out and lady decides to try and smack me but I flip away. End of the dream.

Another dream of being in these houses which are very close together like a villa of sone sorts. There was this particular item that people wanted and a young lady which looked like a teacher, gave it to me. People groan and some go on the Fritz. A young girl comes up to me and kisses me out of nowhere and we began sexual intercourse on the spot for s few minutes. Turns out she wanted the item in exchange for it and she got it. I began walking and notice a fat guy and other people, even a dog, was chasing me. So I run accordingly.

I came across an item in a open house which looked like a stoplight remote. I pick it up and it activates and nothing. Until I continue to walk past my ex and apparently I changed in appearance to look more handsome to people. (Well then) we lock for a few seconds and I walk up some steps to which looked like her house. I turn around to notice my 2 drunk pals are trying to taker her somewhere without her consent, so I go and stop the commotion and they try to fight me.....so I beat them up and I take her hand and we walk inside her house.

Outside looked different, the clouds seemed to have morphed clouds into different shapes every minute. While this is happening, me and a couple of kids were in my neighborhood causing a bunch of random mischief. I was walking down the street to meet up with somebody, finished that, and I began walking toward another part of town when one of our friends decided to break something in a house. He runs out laughing and I turn to see Hey Arnold. We walk towards my house and we notice the clouds changing colors and morphing into star shapes, cartoon heads, and hearts. I still hear in the background my friends still doing random happenstance.

Next thing you know, we are in a large white stone mansion in a forest. The kids were still with me in different outfits and now there are two girls. A tall old lady comes in the lobby we were in, wearing a Sun hat and Victorian dress. Apparently we were held here for causing mayhem. She leaves and my friends began doing different and one even begins to smoke. I start looking around this beautiful stone palace a very obvious exit which is pretty much a gaping hole in the entrance, almost like door was put in. The old lady returns and tells us to knock it off but one of the girls run away at incredible speeds. The lady somehow catches her outside, while I walk down the stone steps. Its pretty much a forest.

I help the girl out and lady decides to try and smack me but I flip away. End of the dream.

Another dream of being in these houses which are very close together like a villa of sone sorts. There was this particular item that people wanted and a young lady which looked like a teacher, gave it to me. People groan and some go on the Fritz. A young girl comes up to me and kisses me out of nowhere and we began sexual intercourse on the spot for s few minutes. Turns out she wanted the item in exchange for it and she got it. I began walking and notice a fat guy and other people, even a dog, was chasing me. So I run accordingly.

I came across an item in a open house which looked like a stoplight remote. I pick it up and it activates and nothing. Until I continue to walk past my ex and apparently I changed in appearance to look more handsome to people. (Well then) we lock for a few seconds and I walk up some steps to which looked like her house. I turn around to notice my 2 drunk pals are trying to taker her somewhere without her consent, so I go and stop the commotion and they try to fight me.....so I beat them up and I take her hand and we walk inside her house.

[Notes]:
- Although the dream itself was stressful and sad, when I woke up I was immensely relieved after a few moments.
- First cohesive dream I've had in several days. All thanks to a good day and dream binging!

[Plot 1 begins]:
So I'm taking the SAT with a chemistry teacher. It's really informal, and we're talking about the questions when we got confused with them. I'm with a few other friends in the room (which seemed like a strange protrusion from H/A building). So we get to one of those questions and I decide I'll take a bathroom break. I get up and move into the empty hallways and I look over. There are these bunches of fire alarms grouped on the walls weirdly, and I notice that several of them have their plungers pulled (there were these strange toilet-plunger-like buttons that indicated if we were in a fire drill or not). Immediately I wondered if our sound wasn't working in this building.
So I take the chance (better safe than sorry, right?) and go and pull one all the way out and follow my SAT group to the outdoors. We end up in a place that's a strange mix of the school and my house's lower area. There, the teacher tells us that our SAT is cancelled now, and he shows us the scores we would have gotten through this cool UI. I learn that mine was better than my old one, but it wouldn't be counted because it was cancelled.
So we chill out outside and realize that they're going to do a witch hunt to try and find out who pulled the alarm, because there wasn't actually a fire.

[Plot 2 begins]:
I'm somewhere, and I've learned from my doctor that I only have less than 24 hours to live. There was something about driving through the forest... It's two thirty in the morning and I'm in my house. I'm wandering around trying to figure out what I should do. Should I send an email to all my contacts? Call J? Talk with my parents about my legacy? I scrambled around for a while trying to think.

[There's more to it, but it all fragmented...]

early waking: couldn't get beyond fragments, tried for a long time, forgot by morning . Should have recorded briefly

+ [basically epic except for not perfect recall, multiple chapters, long] Concerto concert.
I'm playing in an orchestra concert in which I'm playing a solo concerto. To start with, I am selecting between my instrument and the instrument of the 2nd chair player (I'm 1st chair). I pick up the 2nd's instrument at first and think I'll play using this one. Then I think that perhaps the key arrangement will be a bit unfamiliar and this may cause me to make mistakes.

I notice that a chunk near the top of the 2nd's instrument is loose and in fact has broken off in an uneven break. I'm trying to put it back together like a puzzle piece, it is not going back together.

I'm walking outside the stage and someone mentions me to hurry, everybody is seated and as I sit down we start immediately playing the first piece of the convert. The conductor is conducting a 4-4 pattern. At the beginning I have just rests, about 7-9 measures. Conductor switches to a 2 pattern at the same tempo. Then maybe to a 1 pattern. The other player (who is 1st and I'm 2nd this piece?) asks "is he in 1?" I have an important solo coming up but I've lost/unsure of the count. The other player is tentatively playing and the conductor isn't waving him/her off, so is he right? Am I missing my solo?

Sitting in either a hot tub or a circular couch with the 2nd chair player, who is now an older person [male/female not clear?] and is getting more and more angry and aggressive towards me. He lunges at me and I kick him backwards. (Is he mad thinking I broke his instrument?) He starts to yell and scream louder and louder, which distracts the audience. He threatens to axe me during the concert. I go back to the orchestra stands and find and axe and several other tools, which I get rid of.

I'm playing my instrument and it doesn't sound right. The sound is too flat and buzzy. Is something up with my <mouthpiece>? I take it apart and see a little bit of paper in the tube. Is is a message (threat) again from that crazy 2nd? I pull it out, and find other pieces of paper in there. The tube is now a large cone shape and I blow out all the paper.

I'm sitting at a piano on stage practicing my instrument and I look behind me and notice that the audience is starting to file in.

I'm standing off stage and the orchestra has started another piece without me. I'm trying to judge if I can enter and sit down and start playing but I don't find a good time to do this.

Someone (the crazy 2nd's parent?) has died. I've set up an open casket on the stage. The crazy 2nd wants to go and pay respects. I decide this is a bad idea. Then either me or me DO observing packs up the casket into a secure closed container within another container. The crazy 2nd comes and looks at the container and asks (to see?) but everyone is shuffled off.

The mother/wife of the deceased is walking down the aisle and sobbing hysterically. She comes up to the (standing body of the deceased?) and falls to her knees and leans forwards and leans her head up against the standing body. I think this is an unfortunate pose because the way she's arranged and her head is bobbing back and forth in the crotch of the standing body it looks like she's giving him a BJ.

[I never do get to play my concerto!]

+ "A hill" childhood memories

I'm riding in a car with people on suburban/city streets. I look to the left and "recognize" the stores, I now "know" where I am [true memories, place images false]. I start telling everybody that this is the area near A hill where I rode bikes with my cousin (did I ever ride my bike all the way from my home to his home? I can't remember clearly). I point out the park on the left as we drive by where we used to spend hours playing. There is a fenced in area on the left (court?) and an open field on the right, with trees in the background. It is closed/abandoned and the grass is all dry/dead, nobody's there. Then on the right we drive by another park. This one features a large, tall, 2-3 story huge sand box/structure. I "remember" playing in there, with my mother nearby [false]. As we circle around the right, I see inside a building on a wall a freaky beast. It is hanging on a wall, and it's mouth is separated from its face by a long cord about 1 yard long, the mouth is hanging down below the face. The mouth is vicious and full of sharp teeth and they whole thing is stained in a lot of blood.

A group of us are sitting down at a park table at this 2nd park. A woman/crone approaches us and offers me a piece of gum. I accept it, it is a small rectangular multi-colored/layered piece of gum, I wonder briefly if it came from her mouth but it is dry. I start chewing it. The crone starts speaking but my mother cuts her off and says only to talk if she's going to participate in our current conversation.

+ childhood home flood

I'm standing in the living room of my childhood home and looking out the windows. Instead of the normal view I see the house is surrounded by rushing water, and every time I look it seems the water level is increasing, getting closer and closer to the base of our windows. I run upstairs to my parent's bedroom, my mom and dad are asleep in bed. I wake them up "Mom! Dad!" and my mom says something like "oh dear God". My dad gets up and mentions that earlier he saw a large wall of water nearby moving slowly towards us. That must be the flood I think. I look out the window towards the city below us and now see the water has receded, but has left large lakes among the buildings below.

I go out onto an external patio [false], and look back towards where the patio off of my parent's bedroom is [true] and see it. I'm in the house and see an exit to the roof [false], and go out there. I'm trying to orient myself since I'm unfamiliar with the view from the roof, where's the front of the house, etc. I walk out onto the (flat) roof and I'm a bit concerned that this roof is not meant to walk on and I might fall through, there is a slight give to the roof and maybe a slight creaking. I step on something sharp and it sticks in my toe. It hurts a bit. I go back inside, I look down at it seems like a toothpick (orange?) at first, but I bend down and it seems instead to be a sharp end piece of a flattened drinking straw, I pull it out.

+ (f) I'm flying in the air around childhood home. I'm battling with a large demon/super being which is really angry and is transforming its face with large fangs and swearing at me.

+ I have a piece of raw steak (impaled on my thumb?) that I've brought to the kitchen to cook. It's not the best quality steak but it's not the worst. My family (wife?) seems annoyed by this little steak. I want to stack it on top of the cupboard with the rest of the steak. I think we could cook it and it would make a little snack.

+ (f) small kids, book store, need to buy school books?

+ close up (face right on console) view of an organist playing an organ. I hear all the pipes sound as he plays the keys. He's turning on and off different stops to change the octave of the notes played. I want him to play the low foot pedals and set it to the lowest notes. I ask him to show me exactly which stop control it is that sets the lowest octave of sound. He says it's (ironically) named the "soprano" stop, it sets a soprano (high) overtone but the main note is lowered.

Woman behind the wheel
It's daytime and I'm sitting in a car. There's a girl who is driving the car. She is still taking driving lessons. The male teacher is somehow sitting in the back and I'm sitting in the passenger's seat. I look at the mirrors and I feel like they aren't well adjusted, which would explain this girl's mediocre driving.

At one point she has to stop for a red light, but stops too late and crosses the line. She puts the car in reverse to go behind the line again. While she is still driving backwards the light already turns green and she goes forward again. At another moment we pass a zebra crossing and she lets a pedestrian go first.

Somewhere later I'm alone with her teacher, who tells me he is satisfied with her driving. I'm surprised by the fact that he's satisfied.

Fragments
» I walk into what seems my elementary school building. In front of me I see my old co-worker. I doubt for a moment if it's him, cause he looks skinnier. It turns out to be him. We make some work related small talk. A second co-worker joins in.

» Something about an argument between my mom and my little brother.

» I think there was something about a tram.

Little boy
I'm walking on some streets with a guy. It's already semi-dark. We talk about some stuff and he also asks me a question related to the police. Across the street are 3 boys, 12 years old at the most, standing in front of the small entrance of a shop. One of them is pressed against the wall and receives a punch to the head from another one. The 3rd one just stands there doing nothing. I go up to them to intervene. I'm in doubt about smacking this kid, cause he's still a kid. I don't remember if I ended up punching him, but both boys ran away. The kid that got punched is now even younger. He's really small. I think he's crying and I ask him if he's ok and where he lives. He points to the door next to the shop entrance. I knock or ring and his mom comes out. I explain the whole story. I'm in a low squatting position so I can give this kid a hug to comfort him. He walks inside. Hey my coat! Ow wait, I'm still wearing it myself. I'm still standing at the front door, which directly leads into the living room. The decoration is more what you'd expect from an elderly woman. There are also two cats. The woman is grateful and offers me her house for just €5. There won't be anyone here for a while, so I can housesit, provided I behave. I consider it. It's a bit closer to the city centre than my own house, but not by much. I tell her I would still have to get rid of my contract. I tell her that I know where to find her and I'll let her know.

This was a memorable dream because there was quite some detail in my conversation with the little boy, who was really sad. I waited too long with writing it down and lost details though

Dream 1 - Eyeball in a jar
I remember being in a square room. I feel like the MC was a woman and I was seeing the dream in a spectator mode at some points. With me was an eyeball in a jar filled with transparent greenish liquid, and the eyeball would talk to me, we were on a journey together to save someone I think. A lot actually happened prior to reaching this room but I forgot most of it . I remember at some point something related to going to the toilet, yet it was played out as a comedy skit somehow. After that the dream returned to its previous more serious atmosphere. I placed the eyeball on a pedestal at the side of the room, we had spent ages trying to find this so we could activate it and save 'someone'. There was a kind of magical blue energy that came out of the pedestal that the eyeball used to teleport away and do something, when I spoke to him (the eyeball had a gender I guess) he told me that I had to make a choice. He was looking through a pair of goggles that were attached to the wall, and told me that to save the person I wanted to save, I had to sacrifice the lives of three others that could be seen through the goggles. I got up and looked at the goggles and moved to have a peak through them. I woke up at this point, but I recall that one of the three people was actually the person I was aiming to save, and they were tied up together by the same rope and were suspended in mid-air.

Dream experience: 3
Dream awareness: 2

Dream fragment
I remember having a dream towards the end of the night where there was a person who had 1 eye. I figure this dream was like a prequel backstory to the 'eyeball in a jar' dream.

I was in school, inside an office. I was there with my mother and younger sister, and we were waiting for som papers. We finally got them, left the school and entered our car. We drove around the crowded streets. There were so many pedestrains that moving with car was almost impossible. A few times I could see two girls from my class.

We finally drove away from the city to a countryside. We stopped at a gas station and entered it. It was really crowded, and suddenly everyone started to fight. I tried to hide myself from them, and then suddenly all of them disappeared. My family was gone too, and there was only a dude that drowned in a sink inside the building. I had a bad feeling walking there, I felt like he was watching me all the time. I moved, keeping my eye on him, and saw that his eyes followed me. I said "Don't stare at me!", grabbed his head and moved it away so he couldn't stare at me. But he was moving to his previous position all the time.

I decided that this is the best moment to leave this accursed place. There was an alley in between two houses. It led to nearest city, so I followed it. But it was strange too, as running all the time I've never changed my position, and it looked like reality stretched itself to stop me. I was running until everything became black.

I regain vision on the road, in front my houses front yard. Suddenly I realised that I'm dreaming. Everything became dark again. I started to fly up from any danger, and tried to make everything bright again. I felt really light and I was floating up without any effort, but I couldn't move down or fly forward. Everything became brighter, taking colours from gray, to yellow and red.

Then the red colour disappeared. I was in that gas station, but it was moved inside a strange undrground complex. It looked like it was long abandoned, there was an ankle depth water that was slowly raising. I was lying in my bed. Suddenly I heard someone banging on the door on the upper floor. I looked up, and saw that drowners run into the room.

Still lying in my bed, I was surrounded by them. I looked closely to one of them - gray, rotting skin and sunken, bloody eyes. They were waiting for a move from my side. I told "I'm dreaming. You are not real." I tried to phase my hand through stomach of one them, but I couldn't do it. All I did was touch his dead, cold belly.

I decided to fight with them, and grabbed one of them by throat. Seeing that he can't die of suffocation, I just smashed his head until he stopped moving. The other one died the same way. The water was still raising, it was about knee depth. I moved out to a corridoor, and I was swarmed by zombies and drowners. It was hard to fight with them, so I ran around and tried to kill them one by one. For some reason I didn't have good dream control.

Suddenly I heard an alarm, and a huge floodgate opened. The water was flowing rapidly out of it. It was contaminated with blood, chunks of rotten flesh and vomit. It formed a disguting soup. I have almost panicked, running around a sealed, flooding complex infested with drowners and zombies.

I have lost lucidity and assumed a role of observer. A man entered the corridoor from upped sections of the complex. He was wearing a white jacket and jeans trousers. He was well built and had bright hair. His weapon was most interesting - a plasma gun. He quickly shot out all the drowners and zombies, then got to the control room.

Everything turned black, and then I saw a close up of the man's dead face. He had gray skin and sunken, bloody eyes. Then I saw that the floodgate has been closed. Next I floated up to the surface and then to the sky, watching a lake from the top view. Then I heard "There were only two survivors."

Bed @ 2230, alarm @ 0200

Woke @ 0130 for an unknown reason.
Military ceremony & mission
I'm looking into a room full of guys sitting around waiting for an event to start. They're sitting in individual chairs lined up in about 10 rows with chairs on each side of a central aisle. Alex asks if anyone who's good at editing movies known hos to fix movie hand-to-hand fight scenes. He clarifies that he doesn't want to do anything to the choreography but that he wants to replace the sound effects: the fake thwacks just really get to him. He briefly demonstrates by having a mock fight with someone from across the aisle near him to show how it really sounds when you hit someone.

Now the event, an air Force graduation ceremony, has started. Three people are standing to attention in front - someone standing behind what looks like a pulpit flanked by a man on either side of him. The three up on the stage are all graduating; the older officer running this event is sitting towards the back making comments. The two men flanking the speaker types don't look very sharp, but they do look strong. Both the guy behind the pulpit and the officer speak.

Now I'm looking at a poster for an old war TV show. It's got a picture of a somewhat goofy guy in military gear and a wool cap saying a sentence including both "roger" and "radio," though all the Rs are held for far too long. Somehow I know this show was inspired by a true story.

Now I'm watching the 'true story' unfold. A small group of men was assigned to a stealth boat to trail an enemy ship, monitor all its radio, and relay everything back home. Early on in the mission, the officer in charge was killed, leaving only a bunch of junior enlisted guys alive. They were never told how long the mission would last and they figured they didn't have authority to leave, so they just spent years following this other ship. With just six guys on a boat, they got kind of nuts, hence the weird tag-line with the rolling Rs. I see them on the deck of their little ship, wearing loose uniforms and the wool caps from the poster, lounging in deck chairs.

Now I'm seeing them as they perform a dangerous mission to get even closer. They're all in the water around their boat and they're going to swim it right up to the enemy ship. They all think it's a suicide mission, but they're still game for it. They have to control their speed really well so they don't overshoot and end up on the enemy boat's deck. Now it's over and the guys are sitting around exhausted. The guy who's nominally in charge gives the bad news they need to do it again, but this time he's going it alone. Before they can stop him or try to help, he dives off and heads for the enemy ship. Now he's headed back, successful but wounded, swimming slowly and painfully due to his wound.


BTB @ 0215; didn't fall asleep for at least an hour.
Woke @ 0415 by child; didn't fall asleep for at least half an hour.


Night firing range
I'm at a shooting range checking out a "night firing" room. I'm a bit confused, since it's just as bright as other rooms, but I guess they let us turn off the lights when we're ready to start shooting. I look back towards the front of the room and see that there's only one lane. I briefly wonder if they'd let us go behind the firing line to set up targets, but I figure that even with only one lane they still wouldn't let us do it. As I turn around I notice that I'm live on a video monitor; it must be one of those setups like they have in a lot of stores to remind you that you're being recorded and not to do anything stupid. The image on the monitor is poor and somehow strange - maybe showing only my legs? - but I don't think anything of it. As I'm walking towards the door I realize my gun is in my belt holster and has a clip in it. I know they don't like that outside the range, so I remove the clip and stick it in my back pocket, then open and lock the slide. I'm not sure whether to put the gun back in the holster like that - it looks pretty weird - but I don't have my normal bag to put it in, so I do.

Now I'm back in the store part. I zip up my jacket, but I get the zipper lined up wrong, so zippers mesh poorly. I manage to get them apart without too much trouble, even though it looked like it could be hard. I notice that the teeth in the zipper are surprisingly large. One of the store employees sees me deal with my zipper and brings over his jacket, explaining that he's having trouble getting it zipped and asking if I could take a look. He tries to zip it, but he doesn't get the ends lines up right, and it looks like some short strings - which are hanging off along the entire length - get under it and pop it off. I explain both problems. He's going to try again using a little pair of pliers, but I want to try it by hand first - I don't think it'll actually take that much force. I get the sides mated correctly, then slide the zipper while holding back the flaps (and strings). It goes just fine, though it ends up going much higher than I expected it to, zipping onto material well above the collar. At first I think it's a hood, but then I realize that it's zipping too high for that, and that it wouldn't make sense for it to be a hood since it's zipping up the front. He's very impressed that I managed to get it zipped, so I explain and show him what I did. He takes it and puts it over something, then zips it back up. It turns out it's a rain cover (or something) for this other thing.

Blanking out in church
I'm in church, in the middle of a service, kneeling down to mess with phone on the floor, and I'm embarrassed when I accidentally make some noise. Now I start awake, still kneeling, and look around. I see that the communion bread has already passed to the row behind me. Now the wine is being passed around, and I'm feeling incredibly awkward. What do I do about the wine? Do I take it and pretend that nothing happened? Do I let it pass by and pass off my not taking the bread as being on purpose? What would people think?


Fragments:
I'm outside, on the top of a mountain, standing on a grassy area. Church people are mingling.

I'm driving down a neighborhood road to a house. I see that the neighbor's yard has a horse loose in it.


Notable dream signs: I seem to be dreaming a lot about guns these days.