non-lucid

I was playing a game of Halo, and my mind was making up an entirely different story for the Master Chief, as that is who I was. I was fighting the Covenant in a forest area. It restarted a lot of times, because I kept dying. There was a night time level, where I was on a Covenant ship and had to kill Covies as they were dropped off by a Phantom. I also remember at the end of the forest level, the Master Chief was picked up by a Phantom, and he was kidnapped. Also, I wasn't playing the video game, I felt I was actually the Master Chief. The end.

I was in my mother's house. We were speaking about many different things... I don't remember about what. But I remember about last theme... We started speaking about God, his benevolence and similar things (My mother is believer in personal and intervening God, I'm believer of impersonal, in our life disinterested god- if there have to be God...). My mother gave me something like book with thick pages(like small children books have) "Here is the book of your sins, I have it directly from the God. The red marks are representing your sins"
There were fixed red marks on the pages of the book... I touched the page and the red marks started to fall down from the book fast. It was like they lost their adhesivity... Only white pages remained in that book of my sins.
Mother told me: "You are trying to cheat! You can do whatever you want, the God knows your sins."
"Whatever... I don't care about the cheating, I only touched it and the marks have fallen alone." I replied. Then I tried to stick the red marks back to the book. It wasn't possible to do it. It was like there is electrostatic charge on them, they couldn't even touch the surface of page. And I said: "See? They don't want to stick on the pages."

Remarks
After some time I had somewhat interesting dream
It is only dream... I don't expect for it to be tied with reality

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1
I've watched the 1st season of Narcos (about Pablo Escobar) in the last 2 weeks and I feel like this dream is related. It's night already and I'm at my mom's place. Something has disturbed me so much in the house that I've decided to take the keys of the car and sleep in the driver's seat. Unlike reality, it's a SUV type of car. I think with a light colour. Instead of reclining the seat, I bend over the passenger's seat or alternatively I put my head on the steering wheel. Even though my eyes are closed, I notice a flash. It's a cop taking pictures to collect evidence, I just know it. Then another one. I start the car and back out of the parking spot really quick, intending to go after the cop.

Still in the same street. I'm now trying to park the car, but it's going miserably. The street is always quiet traffic wise, cause it's a dead end. Now however it's busy and cars zoom by. A couple of times a car pulls into a parking spot before I can. I finally have one, one with a tree standing in the corner on the spot itself. I park, but due to an incline I roll backwards onto the street. No matter how many times I try and no matter how quick i pull the handbrake or step on the brake, no success. Until finally I've decided I have enough, hit them both real quick and park sort of acceptable. I walk over to the flat my mom lives in. Around the front door there's a group of men, all belonging to the same gang/cartel as I sort of reluctantly am a part of. I got dragged into this because my dad is the boss (he's the Escobar in this situation). I feel around and notice that I have my own set of keys, but forgot the other set of keys which holds the carkey. Must have left it in the ignition. I go back to the car. My female classmate Tan just walked around the back of the car and to the left side, where the driver's seat was when I sat in the car. I open the right door and now that's the driver's seat. I pull out the keys and ask her if this is what she was looking for. I ask her in a sort of menacing way. She's the type of person you see in movies who is not a prisoner, but sort of is, cause she's gonna die the moment she decides to leave. I go back to the front door. We stand in front of the elevator with a whole group, waiting. I look at my dad's reflection in the shiny elevator doors. Except.. my dad is me. And I am my child who looks like me. Tan starts talking to save her life. Talking about the things she'll do for my dad. The elevator opens, but it stopped a little too early. The floor of the elevator is higher than that of the ground we're standing on. "That's weird", I think to myself. And all of us squeeze in.

Dream 2
I'm playing cards with 5 other people. We're sitting at 3 small square tables, pushed against each other to form a longer table. We're sitting in 2 rows of 3 people, facing each other. I'm sat in the middle, facing my younger brother. From my perspective, on his right side is princess Beatrix of the Netherlands. To my left is a guy that until recently used to live in this house. We're sitting in the room of one of my housemates, but I'm not sure he's actually present. I can't recall the other 2 people. The princess is having a lot of fun. It feels like she's leading the game, cause we're playing it cause she wanted to. The person to my right and the princess are up. They're supposed to pick cards from the necklace of the princess and see who ends up with the highest total. After that it's my turn and my little brother. Unfair! I have to pick between the enormous amount of necklaces he's wearing. Only a few of them even hold a number. I have no clue which ones, but he does, because unlike the cards which all look the same, his necklaces differ from one another. I pick one without a number. He picks one specifically because he knows it has a high number on it. The guy to my left went downstairs for a moment. Because it's now his turn I go down the stairs to get him, but halfway down the stairs I can hear him come up again, so I go up as well. When he comes back into the room he washes his hands in the sink, as if he just went to the toilet. He then asks for toilet paper.

Dream 3
Yesterday I got the news that after several months of waiting, I'll finally get the hoodie I ordered from my uni in Indonesia. I'm in a room with several former classmates, one of my lecturers from Indonesia, my mom, my aunt and possibly more people. My classmates and I have received a big package from our uni full of stuff, such as a black hoodie with the grey logo on the side of the hood and other merchandise. I'm excited about it. My mom talks me into the hoodie being nicer if I take the hood and sleeves off. Halfway through tearing of the hood by using a tearaway line, I start regretting it. My mom keeps on talking, but at this point she is annoying the hell out of me. My aunt assures me that this can be fixed. I believe I also mess up my earplugs somehow.

My mom and another aunt are shouting at each other, but in between they are laughing with each other. That's a good thing I suppose..? At least they're on speaking terms again.

Dream 4
I'm part of a group. We're on the south part of an island. Some of our members have gone out to explore parts of it yesterday and are still to return. One of them is (or reminds me of) Fiona from Burn Notice. She went to the west part of the island with a horse and has already come back. I think someone also went to the east part. I imagine most of the island being a dried up, semi-desert type of place, like the old west. Our leader is standing in front of the group giving a speech or something alike. One of the members asks why Malfoy hasn't returned yet. Fiona shakes her head at the leader. Not because Malfoy was tragically lost, but because she wants to leave before he returns (though something tells me she might've had something to do with his disappearance). Our leader feels the same way about him and makes up an excuse.

Dream 5
I'm exploring the city with a couple of classmates. This includes hopping on and off the tram. The only classmate I do specifically remember being there is an older balding guy with glasses.

I was packing for a trip with my friends. I packed mostly the things I usually pack e.g. dresses skirt etc. There were a lot of friends but I do not recall any of my Chinese ones. I remember seeing a few acquaintances from Holland that I am not close with anymore (e.g. highschool). I remember I felt odd seeing them. When I was on the way to the airport and went through security I realized that what I packed was not nearly warm enough for the cold weathers in New York. I realized I did not have enough time to go back home and back to the airport so I called my mum to ask her to bring that stuff to me. She said she would send uncle to give the clothes to me. I asked for my pair of black jeans and my burberry trench coat and my black leather jacket. Somehow I still boarded the plane and then came to the sudden realization that I still have not yet gotten my stuff. So I told my friends I would catch a later flight and then I suddenly was at home again. At this point I somehow saw Paul, who was scheduled on a later flight in the night. I was supposed to take the evening one in case I made it. I was in a frenzy trying to find my things. I found everything except for my leather coat. It was not hanging where it used to be. (I was in my room in hongkong). I was worried that I would not catch the evening flight when Paul suddenly was there and told me we could both just take the last one. So after a while I finally found my jacket and Paul already left for the airport. Then I saw Kyle who was wondering why I haven’t left yet and who I was travelling with. I don’t recall what exactly happened but I felt guilty. Back at the airport I stumbled on to Paul again who said that our flight was not on the departure board which was weird. Then I woke up.

First dream

I was in school, waiting for classes to begin. There were other classmates waiting too. Some parts of this I seen from different perspectives. I was wearing an ugly gray shirt abd black trousers. A girl from class told me "This ugly shirt looks bad as a part of your image." Everybody started laughing, including myself. I replied "Everythinhg does!"

Second dream

Demons wanted to free an ancient god, to wreac havoc and destruction. To do this they had to take a crown of some wizard-king, and use it's power. I tried to reach it first, running through demon ridden drawbridges. When I finally got it, the ancient god wanted to tell me story of the crown.

One:

I was tied up on a chair in a large room. In the center was a big steel door on the floor, and there were people in robes standing all around it. They all stood there as the door on the floor slid open and a woman tied to an altar rose out of the hole. Just as that happened, I went lucid. Instead of untying myself, I decided to sit there and let it play out, just to see what kind of story I could play along with.

They left the woman on the altar and started to come at me, so I willed the rope untied and jumped up. They were all super surprised and WTF. An alarm rang and people were running everywhere, and I shot through the window out into the sky. In the sky there were lots of jets and people with jetpacks flying around, and I realized it was some kind of war. People were fighting each other. The guys in the building were the bad guys, so I joined up with the good guys and flew around watching the action. I noticed the building I came from was getting bombed, it was a giant complex, and soon there was a massive hole that took out a whole floor.

As I watched, an older lady flew up next to me, prepared to fight. So I tried to shoot off a Kamehameha, but it just fizzled. God, why can't I ever get DBZ stuff to work? Bleh... well, as soon as I attempted that, she started saying THE WORD, and I knew she was about to fire off her own Kamehameha. Just as it shot out of her hands, I freaked out thinking if I got hit, I would wake up, so I threw my arms forward and desperately tried again, AND IT WORKED. Mine met hers and overpowered it, and I destroyed her.

After that, I willed my clothes to be like the robes the guys in the complex were wearing, and went inside to try to save that woman. It was a lot of fun sneaking around like a spy. I was able to find her, but some other guys saw us and chased after us. We took a detour into a small hallway with a long booth, and sat down on the booth waiting for them to pass. But then I woke up.

Two:

A really strange dream where I was in the car with Cory and we were driving around a roundabout over and over without exiting it. I was holding a mechanical pencil and the shifting car caused me to stab myself in the right upper arm. It hurt like a bitch, and the stick of lead was stuck in me. I grabbed it to pull it out, but it was super long and started freaking me out. Once I pulled it out, I saw there was more in there, and eventually I was squeezing my arm trying to pop the other sticks of lead out. It was pretty freaky.

Three:

Another lucid dream. I was standing out in a grassy field. Off in the distance was the treeline of a forest, and there was a barn. I walked along in the field, kind of amazed at how vivid this dream was. The grass was super super green, and I was barefoot and it felt nice. I kept walking along, not really wanting to do much but enjoy it, because sometimes it's fun to just relax.

As I continued along, I wondered about summoning up Seru, so I attempted it. I tried a trick I read about on here where you reach your hand behind you and they grab on to it. Didn't work. Just as I was about to give up, he walked out of the forest onto the field, but there was something off about him. Only after he moved closer did I realize it wasn't actually Seru, it was just some random DC that looked like him, and he looked SUPER PISSED OFF. He just kind of loomed over me giving me this terrifying look, and then he took off quickly. I tried to follow him to see WTF was going on but he was too quick for me.

7 October 2015

“Fuck me” I (probably) thought as I cleaned up the post-tempestuous mess that was once the school dance. Sam and Tucker (from Danny Phantom) were there with me helping me clean everything up. It really was a disaster. The banner that once hung high above the stage in the school gym now hung in tatters, All of the decoration were strewn about and somehow, I do not remember how, there was a big gaping hole in the ceiling and it was all my fault! I do not remember how it was my fault but it was. The principal had tasked me, Tucker, and Sam with cleaning up this whole thing as I guess they were involved too.

There is not much that happened here aside from typical young adult banter. The events immediately thereafter are lost in memory. Next thing I remember I was on a field trip into the jungle with my friends. I remember specific people there such as Pteresa from My Life as a Teenage Robot, Sam and Tucker and then there were The Wild Thornberries who were leading this field trip. We stopped just outside of the jungle and again most of the events are lost. All I can tell you is that something went wrong, horribly wrong. We were no longer on a field trip we were now on a mission. We were tasked with journeying through the nine circles of Hell. I do not remember why but there was something that we needed to do. So there we were on the most memorable field trip of our lives.

We started off in what must have been Limbo. We were traveling in a line on a narrow path. Some of us, myself included, were on bikes. I was in the back of the group with Debbie, Elisa, and one third woman whom I will name Carrie. Carrie was a heavy set woman with brown hair. We were sort of the screw up group as we kept stumbling on our bikes. I ended up losing mine when I rode into a swamp. I think the three girls I was with ditched their bikes so that they could hang with me. I knew that the rest of the group saw us as little more than a liability especially Pteresa. From what I can remember much of hell did not resemble what I’ve read in “Dante’s Inferno” at all. It was all mostly a cross between The River Styx and The Forest of Suicide. At some point we came across a temple that I had stumbled upon in a previous dream. Had I been through Hell before?

After that we ended up at the ninth circle. The Circle of Treachery. It was not a big frozen lake like in the poem though. It was just like it was at the beginning. A big swamp forest type deal. Funny thing is, I don’t remember what it was that we did. I just remember being done and wondering how we were going to get out of there. I think someone was able to call in an airship to fly us out of Hell which led me to wonder why the fuck we didn’t use that ship to fly into Hell in the first place. Once we were out I had flashbacks of going through there. I specifically remembered going through the Malebolge Pits. Were in the second bolgia where the sinners guilty of flattery were being punished. I remember the look of horror on Pteresa’s face as she watched flatterers being forced to wallow in human shit. I could tell by the horrified expression on her face that it truly was a traumatic sight for her. It was traumatic for all of us.

I knew that we would never be the same. This journey changed our lives forever. I wondered how this would affect us long term. I did not remember seeing any sinners being tortured but I knew that we had seen them and that none of us would ever be the same again. Although there was some good to come out of this journey. Elisa, Debbie, Carrie, and I grew closer on this trip and I knew that our friendship would not be ending anytime soon. It was not a good experience but it was a bonding experience nonetheless and I was grateful for that much.

Morning of October 7, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in the living room in Cubitis, seated at a large wooden table in the southwest corner. My computer is set up in a similar way as with my desk in real life. My wife Zsuzsanna and our children also live here (though in real life, they have never been to America), thus my dream self is at least partly aware of my current conscious self identity. It seems to be morning.

Our pet chicken (fictional, though my father raised chickens in Cubitis until we moved in 1978) is sitting on the table to the left of my computer keyboard. It seems to be an Araucana or Ameraucana hen. My sense of touch is enhanced. I vividly feel weight and motion as I try to make sure that the hen does not hurt herself by quickly jumping or flapping her wings.

Our black-and-white cat (Franco) eventually emerges from the hallway. He jumps up on the table and bites into the back of the hen. This alarms me because I know he will probably kill it. I try to push him back and I whack my hand over the animals, but our chicken is taken to the floor by our cat.

I get the odd impression that I may have accidentally detached either the hen’s head or the cat’s in an attempt to separate them, or possibly both are severely injured. I am not sure what to do, as our two pets may both be lost. I get the impression that a griffin will be the result of this situation though possibly weak until fed, as it is lying on its side, looking a bit fatigued.

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What does it mean to dream of a griffin? At the core level, a griffin is a flight symbol. A flight symbol is rendered in a dream in subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic waking start. Additionally, a griffin is a mix of unrelated animals, which is likely to be a unique precursor factor of the coalescence of the preconscious and emergent consciousness.

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Some of my other dreams that feature griffins (links): (1) Griffin vs. Grandfather Clock, (2) R Brand, (3) Malfunctioning Griffin Game, (4) The Temple and the Tomb

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Morning of October 7, 2015. Wednesday.



Walking in an unknown town, my wife Zsuzsanna and I go into an unfamiliar grocery store. The store’s entrance is directly adjacent to the public sidewalk and city street. Firstly, I am looking at jars of pickles that I contemplate buying for Zsuzsanna. The lid somehow comes off one jar when I tip it to try to find the label. There does not seem to be one and I get the impression it is from an individual who sells wholesale to the store. Two pickles fall to the floor. I consider buying the jar out of a vague sense of responsibility to the store owner, as no one else would buy the jar if they knew, but I instead put the pickles back and pretend that nothing happened. Instead of a shelf, the large pickle jars, about five of them, are in a wooden display as in the vegetables section. Each pickle is about as high as the jar, about five to a jar, arranged vertically.

I start pushing a shopping cart through the aisles of the store. An unknown girl who works there is standing in one aisle, the last aisle on one side of the store and the most distant from the entrance. We talk for a short time as I soon realize that instead of shelves, the sides of the aisle feature random pieces of plywood nailed up, all similar in size, some yellowish and some white, at least one piece looking like it was borrowed from a sign. Looking around, I do not see any shelves or areas with any food and become annoyed.

Zsuzsanna and I leave the store without buying anything. A few unfamiliar people, seemingly homeless, start following us. They are friendly but somewhat sickly looking. A female of perhaps fifty asks me if I can help her. I put my hand near her forehead, though not touching it, moving my hand about as if to “detect” anything that might be wrong with her.

She starts to faint, though I push her back so that she does not fall in my direction. After a short time, I tell her that she needs more Vitamin A. I tell her that she needs to start eating tomatoes to become healthier and fix whatever problems she may have. She seems very happy after I tell her this. A friendly cheerful male smiles upon hearing my suggestion and then adds to our conversation by talking about lentils, which is what he thought I had been talking about (rather than tomatoes). I am annoyed but I decide not to correct him as that might make him feel embarrassed by his inattentiveness. Zsuzsanna and I walk to a larger grocery store without them following us as I begin to wake.

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• Why jars of pickles? It seems to be phallic symbolism and a feature being in water is a real-time indicator of being asleep. I may be subliminally contemplating sexuality, which is otherwise inactive in this particular dream segment.
• Why do two pickles fall to the floor? Either superfluous redundancy or an association with two adult males living in our house; our oldest son and me.
• Where is the preconscious factor? I could not find it until I realized that looking at the jar of pickles made me think of Vlasic Pickles, and the mascot is a cartoon stork (flight symbol that “drops a baby from its beak”; subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic mechanism)
• Why does the unfamiliar homeless female begin to faint? Because she is The Sleeper in this particular dream; a real-time indicator of being asleep.
• Why tomatoes? Tomatoes are associated with the color red and red represents waking priority. It is curious that my dream self (personified subconscious) subliminally initialized it rather than the preconscious.
• Why lentils? Lentils can look like the lens of the human eye, which is possibly a subliminal REM indicator.
• Why vitamin A? This may be a literal factor in the unfamiliar female being symbolic of Zsuzsanna, a possible precognitive thread of when Zsuzsanna is older and may need more vitamin A (though through normal food, not vitamin pills, which many consider dangerous).
• Is there any additional real influence? The unknown empty grocery store area with the plywood nailed up is based on the closure of a small local grocery store in August 2014. It had a similar unusual mood and there were areas of the store eventually blocked in a similar unlikely way while it was still open to the public. Also, Zsuzsanna remains on my left throughout this dream, the same orientation that we are in bed at the time.

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Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

I didn't have enough time to immediately write everything down, so last night's dreams are a little vague in my mind.

Dream 1

Spoiler for Adult dream:

I am on a bed which has white sheets. It's a pretty big bed, though I haven't looked around to see how big exactly it is. I am with a coworker: a guy with blond hair. There's also a girl, though I'm not sure who she was anymore. I feel like she is Indonesian. We've agreed on having a threesome. Sorry if you expected the full details, not gonna happen After a while I can tell the girl isn't feeling at ease due to my co-worker acting like an asshole, being somewhat psychologically abusive even. After the fact I talk with the girl to see if she is alright. In the mean time, my co-worker continues being an asshole and goes to talk to her mom. Even though I didn't see the girl's mom, I somehow know it was my girlfriend's mom... in the bedroom of my mom. Makes sense, right?

Dream 2
I'm in what looks like an operabuilding. I'm watching a movie, along with many other people. I recognise one of the actresses on screen, though I don't know her name.* There's a moment when I'm walking around, along with some other people. A break perhaps. Later the movie turns into something different... Spider-Man? Or something espionage related, I'm not too certain

*Had to look it up. Her name is Octavia Spencer.

Dream 3
I have an appointment with my physical therapist at 10:00, instead of my usual 11:00. I forgot though, so now it's already 10:30 and I'm still at home. Slight panic. I call my PT and a woman answers the phone. She tells me to just come.

I'm riding my bicycle on the way to my PT. It should take about 5 minutes but I have no idea how long I've been on the bicycle already. I have a timeless feeling. I also end up getting lost. I park my bike and continue to walk, but this isn't gonna be faster, is it? Maybe I should ask Google Maps for help. It's not a real nightmare, but it was definitely unpleasant.

Fragments
- I'm walking with 1 or 2 people. One of them resembles Obama. He makes a comment about my cousin, though I can't recall what it what.

- San, one of my best friends is attempting to open the lock on my bicycle, but he can't get it done. I help him out.

- I am home alone with San's mom.

NON LUCID

*I walked to my car in a dark parking lot when I noticed an awesome PT Cruiser park next to mine. I thought wow this is much better then mine. When I got inside my car to drive away I noticed that all my parts were traded for new ones. I stearing wheel was for a BMW not a chrysler. I wondered where my old stearing wheel is and how I was going to put it back on.

*I was at an employment agency and the staffing was going over my resume saying to me you remember that time you worked in a trap house. (I never worked in a trap house lol) I was like yea those were hard times. lol

Joe Pfie and maybe Seth and one other kid and myself were all boating and we were about to get pulled by Joe and the other kid. Joe was on the end of the boat yelling at me and the other kid. The guy in the water with me grabbed the tube that had just surfaced and so did I. Joe was like "they both have it lets go" so they started towing us and Joe yelled at us to get to the left side of the boat and we did. some how we started passing the boat and I worried about the prop. I went through some reeds pretty fast actually and it was like there was a little stream that opened up into a little pool area surrounded by reeds. As I came around the corner Joe was stalking something in the far edge and I came in and disrupted the process. I saw a snake in the water under water and I told Joe who walked over it like it was nothing and the snake bit out at him and snagged a sock which Joe said. I was still on the tube the whole time

10-06-2015 -- I'm trying to park my car (probably the silver Lexus) next to a house which seems to be the house Uncle Jim used to live in. Like most times in dreams, the driving doesn't go smoothly. I can't work the brakes properly, it doesn't back up right, and no matter how I try, I can't get the car nicely next to the curb, like I'm trying to do.

Soon I find myself standing next to the car, looking at the house, which I have now bought or in some other manner acquired. I've got lots of my stuff with me, including book cases, and bags of comics, and old Hornet newspapers with my articles in them, and lots of other cool stuff. I'm trying to gather up a couple of arm-fulls of the stuff to take inside, when a fairly young kid comes walking up, and starts to gather some of the stuff. He looks like he's probably somewhere between 9 & 12 years old.

At first I think he is trying to steal my stuff, and am about to chase him off, but then I realize he just wants to help me move in. And while that's nice, I am afraid it would be too much for him, and he'd probably hurt himself or something, so I thank him for the offer of help, but turn him down. He walks a couple of doors down, and joins his own family, who it seems are also moving it.

At first it seems like they are moving in to nothing, but as I watch, their house starts to kind of push aside the houses on either side to put itself out there, kind of like the Harry Potter books sometimes describe the Fidelus. I realize these folks are magical, and think I probably should have let the kid help. If he's magical, he could have probably handled it. I decide to go over and say hi, but as I approach the door everybody steps inside, so I (slightly rudely, I'll admit) just follow them inside, waiting for a chance to introduce myself.

I'm kind of shocked to discover that my new neighbors are Santa Claus (red suit, long white beard, and all) and his kind of large, young, fairly hip family. I introduce myself, and explain that I used to be a muggle, but somehow I could see his house pushing it's way between the other houses. I tell him his son offered to help me move in, since I was all by myself, but I'd turned him down because I figured he wouldn't really be able to help ... but with magic, I'd be appreciative of the help, if the offer still stands.

Santa asks me what I have to move, and I kind of talk my stuff down, referring to it as a bunch of old books and old newspapers and such, but then I am quick to mention that they are old newspapers that have stuff I wrote in them, so it doesn't sound like I am a complete idiot hoarder or something. Santa says he understands, and points to a stack of newspapers in a cupboard underneath his coffee table, which also has old papers ... though his are papers with articles written about him, instead of by him.

After that, he admits that he already knew what I had to move ... that they had been watching me. They knew I was a decent fellow, and a nice guy, which is why they allowed me to see the magic. Santa's wife also starts talking, saying hello, but she is soon turning into one of the Adventurers Club performers that I didn't know well, since they came around after I'd quit going to the Club quite so much. Probably Megan M. Or Andrea C. [Both of whom I have seen mentioned in Facebook posts in the last two days.]

Things are shifting to a sort of Adventurers Club reunion, and Graham is holding a somewhat worn and ratty looking old pillow. Someone is asking him if he is going to throw it away or something, but he says he can't ... he says his wife wants it, and plans to sleep with it between her thighs at times when he is not available or something like that, and all the guys are drooling at the thought.

But soon things are shifting again, and I find myself talking to one of the above mentioned female Club members, but she isn't Santa's wife, but his real estate agent, and she works for a kind of a cross between a Realtor and the mob. There are a couple of tough thugs around to make sure nobody hurts anyone or anything here, and I'm trying to question the lady on any problems she may have with Santa. Meanwhile, a gangster's moll is sitting at a desk, wearing nice clothes, but with her legs partly spread to give folks a nice bit of an upskirt glimpse of her stockings and underwear.

10-05-2015 -- Working in a building that kind of reminds me of the Toshiba Medical building, but whatever kind of work I am doing, this time I am not security. But I am working perhaps some sort of warehouse work, and it is late in the evening, and we're sort of heading into the office portion of the building. Thing is, as we start to get into that area, the building is turning more into the version of Savanna that I know from past dreams that has a row of classrooms/offices directly north of the Main Office, with locker rooms, and secret passages and hidden stairways leading into off-limits areas. [I've had dreams taking place in this version of the school several times, though I am not sure where or if any of the others have been entered on the computer.]

We're pretty sure there is something in one of the offices that we want, so somebody just goes to grab the door, and I'm worried with how late it is, about whether that office might be locked or alarmed. It is locked, but the guy has a key. Unfortunately, it is also alarmed. The guy opens the door, and a light beeping starts. One of the guys is saying it can't be that bad, since there are no flashing lights going off ... so of course, red flashing lights immediately start up.

Soon security shows up, and starts to force all of us out of the building, and it seems like we're going to have to abandon the facility completely; one of the scientists tell us there isn't really any choice. But as we're being pushed out of the building, I'm listening to some of the alarms going off, and reading some of the warnings that are appearing, and I come to realize we were nearing access to a project which could have destroyed something like 99% of the world's population, leaving the ones who controlled it in control of the whole world.

Thing is, it would have worked fine, but the scientist doesn't want to allow the calamity to happen, so he falsely claimed the entire project had been compromised, and rigged the entire place to self-destruct, so he could save the world. I sidle up to him and explain I see what he just did, and try to thank him for saving the world, and he reacts by firing me on the spot, and calling over a couple of huge security thugs who grab me by the arms and start to haul me out of the building. They throw me into the Buena Park Mall parking lot and are threatening to beat me up. Somehow I can't help but feel its still a lot better than the destruction of almost all of humanity.

10-04-2015 -- This one starts oddly, especially since I can't remember most of the beginning. Somehow Pat Q., Paul O., and I are all together, and sitting down for pizza somewhere, like I'm pretty sure we've done in the past in real life. Thing is, we're also going on and on talking about our phone numbers, including a slightly odd number that I can't remember awake, but seemed to be an important phone number from a past dream that I no longer remember.

One of the many things we're discussing is how Lucius Malfoy has kidnapped Dobby, and we're hoping that he's going to be all right. The good thing is, he soon pops up to tell us that he managed to escape, and has decided to tak his revenge on Malfoy by grabbing an important book of documents; some kind of record keeping for Lucius' evil plans or illegal financial dealings. He's brought it back to Pat so she can use it to cause him trouble.

So somehow we use a 'spell' in the form of a technomancy piece of equipment to copy one page of this material, then I wear at it and mangle it until I manage to make it nice and soft and very old looking [like that paper ball Jimmy had been mangling in a class until it became almost cloth-like from the fibers breaking down], and then use it for something else, and leave it somewhere that Malfoy will find it, discover a few of his secrets on it, and start to worry about what else might turn up somewhere unexpected.

Soon the paper has turned into a huge map, which we have hung on a wall, and somehow as a part of this incredible plot (which becomes less sensible all the time) we're soon shooting at it with guns, putting a number of holes in it. Soon we're working at printing gold paper money. (The paper the bills are printed on are actually made of gold.) We're printing it on a fairly normal printer, feeding in letter-size sheets of thin gold, and printing the bill lettering and such on it, but I bump the printer, and the paper shifts mid-feed, messing up the bills. I try to fix it by kind of pulling the lettering off, and trying to smooth it out, then reaffix it to the gold, but of course it doesn't work.

Soon I am grabbing huge wads of unprinted gold bills that have already been trimmed down to bill size, and stuffing them into a brown paper bag, trying to hide the evidence of my damaging them, until we can perhaps resmelt them or something. About that time, a huge guy who is an odd cross between Hagrid and a huge black hillbilly walks in, thinks I have his lunch, and grabs the paper bag and opens it. When he sees what is inside, he's kind of shocked, and I have to swear him to secrecy about the whole thing.