non-lucid

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.

Well this is a new thing for me, I had a nightmare. I had fallen back on a couple habits before I went to bed and I was beating myself up over it at least sub-consciously. I was in a house with liam and maybe some other people and I was scared, I dont usually respond to being scared by cowering but I felt like I was that scared. They busted in and started clwing and biting at us I almost got bit but I somehow didnt even though one zombie had its teetch on my arm it never clenched down, after the battles someone was pasting antibacterial ointment on the scratches and then there were crazy fast Zombies running at us and we tried to get a spot light working on them and it didnt turn on which for some reason made me calmer (probably saw it was a dream sub con again) but then we were back in the house and water was flooding in and swirling around. I dont remember a lot of this part but later in the dream I was looking for somthing in the water and it was hard to see and I kept having to go down to look for it. I had about four dreams that made up of this report. I also had a dream where I was going to be in a play but suddenly got ripped back into the nightmare and this time I was alone in the house. (Before this last part I had reminded myself that nightmares are helping me work somthing out) I found what I was looking for in the water or I gave up l, regardless I started heading for the basement stairs and to get to them I had to pass by the front door which someone had left open with the porch light on. I couldnt beleive it. I shut it slowly (prolly should have walked out and explored through the "open door" but I wasnt lucid.

HAving bad back aches shot my recall to hell, but ELi helped me remember this one.

I'm in a city close to the sea with a couple of friends. W're talking about something being dangerous in the water, right after I got out of it. We're not on a beach; we're on a street with large cement paving that goes all the way to the sea like the edge of a canal. (typing this I remember a dream that happen in a place very similar, but at night, with a layer of snow everywhere. I was the same sea canal and same open archway better fitted for giant that for men.) The's a flotting line in the water delimiting the secure zone, but it's barely 55cm aya from the border of the canal. It's very sunny, and have the kind of dry heat of summer. I point out to my fried the border, but she says "that could as well not be here, for the goid it makes." I can see here point, so we drop the subject. We start walking along the streets, passing stores. We stop in front of one shopwindow: it's displaying a live-sized anime doll, with a lot of accessories and options presented with it on shelves. It makes me feel slightly incorfortable, but my friend get in the store and I don't want to way outside so I follow. Inside there's all sort of things: right in front of the entry it's cat-sized fantasy animals, somes very anime inspired, other more realistic. There are alive and breathing, but they stay on the shelves without moving, eyes blank. deeper in the shop are the anime dolls, both male and female. Like the animals, they are alive, but soulless. All the way to the back, This dolls look exactly human, and I'm creeped out. My friend start elbowing each-other and making exited comments about a male doll; he looks like a boys band member, young, pretty in a inoffensive way, with a stubble to get him more rugged, but shortn carefully gelled hair and a open collar shirt. I find him bland and say so, but my friend just titter. We finally get out without buying anything, and we split up. My closest friend and me take a taxi to another part of town, it's looks very similar to the one we just left. As we pick up our shopping back front the car, I realize that our driver is the same doll model that the one we saw in the shop, but he doesn't look soulless; he's rather quick witted and funny. When he seem my open mouthed stare, he winks at me. I hurry up to catch up with my friend, wonderring what the hell is going on.
We meet up with someone dressed in rags and flowing robe, he's here to reveal things to us. We have to jump in the water for that. My friend, the same that told me the water was dangerous, strips off to her bathing suit and jumps in behind the ragman. I jump with them, the water feels too warm, but it does smell like the sea. We swim a little a reach a wirlpool. We have to swim in, and it drops me in a house. I recognize it as my house, even if it doesn't look like the real deal at all. It's seems to be build of with wood and angles, with a lot of stairs and ladders going into small rooms. I climb up a ladder to go to my bedroom, but once I'm up there I realize that we reorganised the house and it's now my little sister's. I get back down and looks for my room, but the ragman reappear and I remember that I was supposed to follow him. We get out of the house and jump in another wirlpool. We're in a cave lits with colorful spots. They're a lot of thoses living dolls here, both animals and human, chatting together.

The more I typed, the more I remembered, but that was a confused mess allright.

In a parking lot that was the scene of a party. For a small moment it was like the inside of my business school's lobby and Dana came up to talk. She said hello and then her younger friend from her sorority (also named dana) came and said hello but I acted that I didn't want her because I didn't want to upset my Dana. The crowd left with my friend Moo but Kolby and I decided we wanted to go to the gym. We go left and down the street and then up the hill. We're on campus by Hanson field going towards the highway. I notice everyone is wearing white shirts with white greek letters and someone in the car says that they took their little whose also in the car through this process. I start reading off greek letters from peoples' shirts to myself. Moo and I end up in Pizarro. He goes inside to get food for us and immediately comes out with a sandwich which has a lot of gross things I don't like huge onions, lettuce, weird other things. We finish it and I note that my onions and lettuce are on the ground by accident.

I didn't really feel like writing today Sorry if this is a bit unreadable.

Fragments
» I'm in a restaurant with my mom and a lot of other people at our table. We're with at least 8 people. We're there for lunch I guess. At least not for dinner. The prices in this place are ridiculous. I think I'm not really hungry... At some point some more people join

» I'm entering a minivan. There are at least 2 girls in there which I know, as well as some other people. One of them tells me that I smell. Well obviously! I wanted to shower but the shower was occupied.

» I'm somewhere alone with my girlfriend, watching a movie. She decides to sit on my lap and kiss me. She makes a comment about me still trying to watch the movie while kissing. I decide not to watch, but to listen instead. At some point later on she says she missed something in the film.

» Something to do with a train or a train station.

» I've entered a building, or I'm standing in front of it. It's already evening. I'm not sure what it is exactly that I'm doing. It has something to do with KPN [telecom provider]. My bike is parked here, as well as my moped and the motorcycle I just arrived on. Either the bike or the moped falls over. I place them somewhere where they won't fall easily.

» I'm in the house where I used to live in Indonesia. I'm talking with one of the Dutch girls who's living there right now. There's a guy present who I believe is also Dutch.

Chess theft
It's daytime. I'm driving around the city I used to live in, in Indonesia. There's nothing about it that looks like that city, I just know that I'm in that city. I'm with a couple of friends first. We all have our own moped/motorcycle. I feel like the same thing happens twice: we split up at a certain point, leaving me with Daniel. The roads are empty most of the time. I feel like we are driving through a shopping street at some point, where you're supposed to walk. We stop at a small shop. There's a motorcycle inside. I think that's what's caught Daniel's attention, though I'm not sure at what point Daniel turned into someone else. He sits down on a barstool in front of the shop, takes a pad of receipts from the shop and a pen and starts writing some info down. One of the two ladies running the shop tell him he can't do that. He keeps doing it anyway, not even bothered by their protests. At some point it's now my Indonesian friend. She knows just a few Dutch words, mostly swear words and she starts talking to the shopladies that way. I intervene quickly and tell them that she has no clue what she's saying and knows just a few words. She's very proficient in using those few swearing sentences she knows. I try to make her say a sentence she hasn't practised yet, to prove to the shopladies that she isn't Dutch and this is all a big misunderstanding.

I'm riding again. Not sure if it's still Daniel or already Sven who I'm with. We ride through a supermarket. At some point he has a car. I'm thinking to myself how stupid it is to have a car in this city. It's totally not convenient with all the traffic jams. But for now it's fine. I'm driving a semi-automatic motorcycle. I feel that I'm shifting gears with my foot every few seconds. We drive on the left side of the road, as we should. We go through some corners and end up at a sort of junkyard. It's definitely Sven who I'm with now. We enter the junkyard. It's inside a dim warehouse. There are a lot of racks divided over different aisles like a supermarket, all filled with oversized chess pieces. Somehow Sven steals some, despite their size. I walk away to another aisle. If he gets caught I can at least say I'm innocent.

A kind of cat and mouse game ensues, with Sven hiding from the owner and the owner suspecting, but not being sure that someone is in there, taking his things. I talk with the owner to distract him. His name is Ivar or Ivan. There are 2 pawns on the ground. Very small ones. One is purple and is made from furry material. I hand it to him. I also hand him the other one, though I don't recall what that one looks like. We talk some more and he hands me a USB stick which has the shape of an envelope. I recognise it and he allows me to have it. Nice! I still needed one. I walk outside. Sven tells me I did a shit job in there. I tell him I managed to distract Ivan/Ivar, so he should be happy.

First dream

An enormous earthquake striked, causing many buildings to collapse and I was one of many survivors. I was trapped in one of the buildings, and had to crawl under the rubble in search of food and water. I tried to clean out my way through the collapsed complex, up to the surface, but some parts of it could collapse further. Once when cleaning my way, I found a passage I haven't explored before. Four cats ran out of it, and I went inside. There was a huge wardrobe. It was in fairly good condition. I opened it, and in the darkness I saw a horrifying face of a wraith. Even though I closed my eyes, I still could see it. Suddenly the way to the surface has been cleared, and my family came inside to ge me out.

False awakening

I woke up in the middle of the night. It was really dark, I couldn't see anything. For some reason I woke up in a weird position. My pillow was moved to a different corner, and I was lying sideways to the bed itself.

Morning of November 19, 2015. Thursday.



Notas: Cinco libros, todo sobre una nueva versión de la película de 1962 - “Cinco semanas en globo”, con el actor Johnny Depp.

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I am at my sister’s house yet again (on Loomis Street). This sometimes triggers apex lucidity (especially in the situations where she and Bob are leaving the house as here and appearing as if it is the 1970s), though not in this case. I become more aware and focused on the setting as my sister Marilyn and her husband are going out (possibly to a restaurant). It seems to be early in the evening (near sunset).

There is a certain level of expectancy regarding semi-lucidity (as if I am “testing” the setting though not fully aware yet that the setting is of a dream). I keep seeing a teenage version of my wife Zsuzsanna to the north, the left side of the house when looking out at the small front sidewalk perpendicular to the street. Strangely, I know who she is on some levels, though not on others. Still, we hug each other and begin to converse.

After a short time though, I lose focus (possibly due to a noise in my real environment). Eventually, there is an elderly male in the same general area. He seems argumentative. I tell him that he is not invited into the house and that I will “break his head” if he insists on following me.

Eventually, I am looking at five books on the couch, at least three of them paperbacks and each in one of at least three different Languages (English, Russian or possibly Bulgarian Cyrillic, and Spanish - though one also seems Italian - “5 settimane in pallone”). If Russian, it is ambiguous, as the first word would translate as “pet” (only if anglicized) and only “five” if Bulgarian. (Otherwise, I get a strange impression of a movie about a dog, a rooster, a cat, and a few other animals traveling around the world in a balloon as a parody to “The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly” theme - with the rooster crowing, followed by the cat’s “meow meow meow”, then the dogs barking rhythmically in the background; “WOOF, woof woof, WOOF, woof woof.)

Even so, the books are also all apparently different in the story itself (one being almost like an episode of "Gunsmoke” or perhaps more so “Wild Wild West”), even though all are a supposed novelization of a remake of “Five Weeks in a Balloon”, starring Johnny Depp. However, one (unknown?) actor on one cover looks like he is only pretending to be Johnny Depp in a copycat version of the remake. I have a very strange feeling of enjoyment in anticipation of reading all the books, even expecting completely different stories or plot developments in each. However, my dream fades before I am able to read much.

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I sincerely doubt if Johnny Depp will be in a remake of “Five Weeks in a Balloon”. If so, you read it here first.

early: (details overwritten by later epic)

+ (impression) computer coding

+ (impression) squishy spiders

+ (f) sex on bed, short haired blonde

Spoiler for explicit sexy time details:

I'm on my knees, she's lying down flat with her head turned to the side, and I'm stroking my (ahem) in and out of her mouth

+ 3-chapter epic!
1. Car racing vs. IvKr
Scene: empty suburban streets at night. I turn left on to a medium sized street.
Ahead of me and to the right I see IvKr (colleague company "L") turn (to his right) on to the same street going the same way, he goes by me. I see that it is IvKr, and see he is driving a small and very sporty looking car, like a Lotus. Coming up behind him, I flash my high beams at him to get his attention so he sees that it's me. I floor it and zip ahead of him. Then he takes the lead. We're racing back and forth for a while. Our tires are squealing, we're driving very fast, and I feel that it is very dangerous. He takes a turn and loses me. I try to follow him.

2. Reunion with NI
I drive up to house on my right where I hear talk that sounds like they're talking about me, I think they're friends of IK, I hear something like "I think he lost him" (referring to me). I can't see clearly because there is a very tall thick hedge to my right in between me and the house/driveway. It is a family, a mother with children, playing and laughing in the driveway. I get the "brilliant" idea to jump out from behind the corner of the hedge where it ends just up ahead, dousing them with a garden hose, and declaring my presence with a "surprise!". I do this and their response is entirely not what I expected: The mother and the children are standing stunned, in shock staring at me. I realize that I do not know them after all. I profusely apologize for getting them wet and say "please, go ahead and spray me" and they do and I get wet from head to toe.

Then I "realize" that this is the new, secret family of my [sort of estranged now, but very good/close college-] friend and housemate NaIs. Then I see NI walking towards me down the driveway. I was not supposed to find him with this secret family of his. He comes in to the street where I'm standing and I say, "Well!…." and reach for him to give him a hug, we hug. He looks young and is wearing a full but shortly cropped beard, like how he looked in college. I am very happy to see him and feel very warm feelings towards him.

We go inside his house, he's cold, annoyed, and seems in a hurry to get rid of me. I'm confused by his attitude. I ask him what he's doing now, and he says he's the Dean of the English department [I remembered that he worked at a high school: true]. He bring out a stack of papers covered with photos, which I "recognize" to be miniature versions of collages of large posters pasted with pictures of our college days. I say "Hey! I have the full sized version of that one on my wall at home!" [thinking of family collages my wife did]). NI is complaining of the time I'm taking, he says "my A is now an A-", and he's implying that his grade will go even lower if I hang around. Later I wonder if he wasn't talking about student's paper that he was grading instead. I'm moving to the front door to leave, and I see a guitar leaning against the wall and get excited!
"Hey, I can play guitar now, let me show you!", and I pick it up and am placing my left hand on the initial chord position for the intro to "More Than Words" (by Extreme) [which I've been practicing IWL]. He is more irritated and does not want to hear it, I say something like "yeah that would take too much time." I move to the front door which is standing ajar, and I see a tall container of potato salad and a bottle of champagne have been delivered. I pick up the potato salad container and spoon some on to a plate and bring them to NI. NI gives me the spoon back of potato salad, he doesn't want a spoon that I've touched (?). There is a guy at the front door.

I head out to the street, sad at the poor reception NI gave me. There is a box there of my personal trophies? I take one out and unfold it, it is like a trophy drawing I made in grade school. My wife (?) says something. I fold it and put it back in the box.

3. [Transition forgotten. Driving around looking for food?] Car, company "K" people
I'm standing in a woman's driveway looking at her car with her. I "recognize" her as someone I worked with at company "K" (?). It's like the car is a convertible, or was sliced in half horizontally so that it's a top-down view of the bottom half of the internals of the car. The entire thing looks like a large engine. It is very messy, there are lots of green bits of debris all over it. Lots of little round green peas, like from the Wasabi pea snacks. There are also a bunch of bits of juniper leaves/needles, from the Juniper trees that are standing right next to the car, which apparently have just been trimmed and all the little bits fell into the car. The car has what looks like a lot of wooden (living?) branches intertwined. A bunch of the branches are capped with plastic mechanical attachments to electrical wires (like they're spark plugs?). The woman is thanking the people there for "helping me with the braiding" (of these branches?) and mentions something about how it was all "just cleaned."

I move to the car in the adjoining driveway and put in the key to the ignition? Some people come over and say s.l. "who are you, what are you doing?" I was explaining that I needed the car to (go somewhere?). There is a guy I "remember" [false] from working at company "K", he said it was OK to use the car, it was his house.

I go into his house, and he leaves. I'm sort of just standing in the living room when 3 big guys come in and confront me. I recognize them as people I knew at company "K". I mention to the main big guy that I was at company "K" too, he doesn't believe me.
I get angry for not being believed, and I try to prove it to him. I eventually get the idea to rattle of the name of people I worked with at company "K": JL, CD, PJ, and I'm visualizing many more people from different groups, but just can't remember their names. I say what company "K" did: "we worked on these "O" minicomputer systems and switched to the "D" "A" systems later. The guy seems to relax and accept me at this point.

There is a bag of candy on the ground. "Oh, candy!" the big guys say and reach for some. There is a sharp foldable knife on the candy and I wonder what it's doing there.

I need to get to the FCC in B, and I need a car. They're telling me I can take one but I have to bring it back, and I'm really confused how I'm going to drive there, bring the car back, and yet return to the FCC. I also think I can't leave the car overnight in the parking lot of the FCC because it will get towed.

I look at my digital watch [don't wear one IWL, haven't for many years] and the time is something like 22:19, but it is early morning/full daylight outside. I think this is because I'm on a business trip and my watch is still showing my home time. I'm also confused about days and thinking about Thursday/Friday.

*I am walking on this beach like sandy ground as I cough up a scroll. As I do this immediately become lucid. I pick up the scroll off the ground along with two other scrolls beside it. Out of curiosity I begin to unravel the scrolls and try to make out what they say. As I do this I realized that I can't make out absolutely anything written on the scrolls. As I do this interesting Li enough I actually see myself begin to lose lucidity and fall back into non lucidity.

Bed @ 2230, SSILD
Alarm @ 0200

Woke @ 0200

Airport adventures
I'm in an airport with a friend. We've just finished asking a couple of security guards a question. We pick up our passports from a little table - beyond which is a large room they seem to be guarding entrance to and/or exit from - and walk back the way we came from. Now my friend and I are in a hallway with lots of right angles. The hallway continues to our left; the woman's room is in front of us, the men's room is to our right, and the hallway continues the other way behind us. My friend asks me if I want to visit the other side of the runway. At first, I start to say no, that I've already been there; then I get confused and ask if this is an airport where you get to the other side by going over or under. I know I've gone to the other side in an airport where you go under, but I don't think I've ever taken a skyway over a runway before. He replies you go over, so I agree. Now we're in the men's room. A voice on the PA is counting down from ten, and I know that when it reaches zero a security pulse is going to hurt a lot (probably taking off twenty HP) if we're not in a designated safe area. I start running through the bathroom, hoping I can get to one in time; then I realize it's hopeless (the bathroom is huge, it'll take seconds just to reach the exit) and stop near some stalls. A door is closed, so at least it's not just my friend and I who are going to take damage.

Now I'm outside climbing around on what seems to be a long-abandoned water park that was built on the runway. I briefly try to slide down a dry chute before realizing that, though parts of it are smooth, others are badly worn away revealing a pebble-like texture beneath. Someone I don't know doesn't seem to care and comes sliding towards me; somehow I get out of the way in the nick of time. He asks if I want to come with him to get a better view. Now the two of us are much higher on the ruins looking out over them. He says something else.


BTB @ 0230, SSILD. Woke @ 0620.

Lifelike video games
I'm playing a video game with @Jakkarth, but I seem to be physically present. We're standing outside in an area we've just cleared of the enemy. Our surroundings are falling down, though whether from age or from the fighting I can't tell. We take a breather, then Jakkarth fiddles with his controller - looking like a large console controller - to bring on the next wave. A huge robot, taller than we are, almost as wide as the area we're in, and roughly triangle-shaped, comes around the corner and heads straight for us. It's spinning, and it's fast. We'll be crushed if we don't move quickly. I start running the other way, heading straight for some kind of fence, boosting myself with my right hand to vault over it, then turn right into the next area, which seems to be the clothing and/or bedding section from a department store. The robot crashes through the fence and starts coming for me, knocking down everything in its path. I somehow manage to get some height and jump as it comes for me, landing on top of it. I'm surprised to see Jakkarth on top of the robot controlling it. Traitor! I run up to him and point my weapon at him, laughing that I've won. He's clearly having a good time too, good-naturedly complaining that he almost got me. He resets the scenario so we can try it properly.

I'm fighting with my back to a wall, the corner a little to my right, my team around me. We all have some kind of energy rifles, as does the enemy. They're taking cover behind some buildings about 50 feet in front of us, while we're pretty exposed. I need to reach into a window behind me to press F3 on a keyboard (black), but there's an enemy in there who's somehow messing me up. My "mother," also part of my team, comes over to me and initiates a mind meld with me. With the mind meld in place, I can see the world through her eyes as well as my own, and I'm able to reach behind myself and press F3. Now that that's done, I head along the wall away from the corner and turn left down a corridor. I realize she never ended the mind meld and wonder what effect it'll have on things. I think about Vulcan children and wonder how this affects their relationships with their parents and when they learn to do it for themselves.


Finding the carpets
I'm talking to a woman in a squarish, medium-sized room just off of a gigantic oval-shaped room. I direct her to a cubby on the far left of the gigantic room saying she'll find the rolled-up carpet there. Someone else reminds us that there will actually be two carpets. How had I forgotten that? One is larger, one is smaller - I should have remembered that Aladin actually had two carpets. Now I'm watching someone small entering a store wearing a strange costume with a really poorly-fitting mask. He muses to himself that Sonic has made this far too easy since he already has a reputation of handing out candy to kids. As he's pondering that, I see Sonic in the store, giving a chocolate coin to a child as he passes. I consider that Sonic's spines look droopier than they should. I realize the small guy's costume is supposed to be Sonic, but wow is it bad. After Sonic leaves the store, the guy goes in, intending to bribe the kid with more candy to give him information about the carpets; but the store keeper, thinking the real Sonic has come back in, comes over and starts giving him chocolate coin after chocolate coin, never giving him a chance to talk to the kid.


Fragments:
I'm driving on a small road and turn left onto an even smaller one, winding my way along a twisting path between small homes.

I'm parked at the top of a parking deck. As I close the van doors I leave the windows open so it doesn't get too hot, but as I walk away I realize there's a high chance of rain today and I need to go back to close them all.

I was playing football for my old high school team and coach alyward was still head coach and we were approaching half time when he ran a play where the tight end did a inside route then an outside release to 90 degrees and then dropped the ball. I said coach put me in! he said you better catch those balls or I am going to put pines in.

Suddenly the game was over and I was headed back to the school to get ready for a camping trip. On my way back I encountered a track of sorts with a bunch of cars on them that were slightly oddly shaped. I ended up underneath the track and these subway trains started roaring through and were the lighting the track up with green fire. They were very loud and just before the second one roared by I asked the guy that was in charge there if I should travel to school by another route, if it would be faster? he said yes it would be. So I looked for the way out and eventually had to squeeze my way out of a cat door kind of thing. I ended up on the tracks outside and there were the strange free to use cars for students. I selected a black sporty one and a kid just in front of me whipped out and took off with a smug expression on his face. i hopped in the black sports car and took off myself. It didn't handle very well haa, I tried whipping fast around a corner and I had to pay very close attention to make sure I didn't die. I ended up going through a tunnel following the van that had the rest of the people in it that I was camping with. when we got there it was just a rock jetty and I said no bugs at least.

I was had a dream that involved fishing and the water was very clear and I said all we have to do is find minnows and those trout will eat them up and we don't have to bring food then, and everyone agreed I guess.