non-lucid

Last night was incredibly bizarre. Kind of cool, but kind of weird.
I remember being in my grandmothers house in her back bedroom. She had a full length body mirror. I looked in it and my face was decaying. My skin was greenish, my nose was gone, I just looked like a total mess. Then I remember hearing a voice coming from the front room. You're going to laugh, captain Barbosa from pirates of the Caribbean. I couldn't quite hear what he was saying but I was scared to death he was going to kill me, so I climbed out the bedroom window and ran to my house. For some odd reason I ended up back in my grandmothers back bedroom with a huge suitcase. I got this hair brained idea to dress as a pirate, so I did. I was all decked out in pirate attire, all except for the hat. Right before I could find my hat, Barbosa burst through the door and told me to take him to my treasure lolol. Next thing I know I'm in a cave somewhere lying about this treasure I knew nothing about. I woke up laughing at the ridiculousness of my dream, only to lay back down and have an even goofier one. In my second dream, I was standing in line with my father at the DMV, I all of a sudden hear this man whimpering behind us but I didn't turn around. Then all of a sudden my dad raised his hand and said "Mrs. Thompson, Patricia needs to go to the bathroom" I turned around and the whimpering man started to waddle to the bathroom with a huge shit stain on his pants...I guess he was Patricia...then I was in this huge room where they make you take your written drivers test. There was this young couple there who bragged about failing their test 20 times. I woke up shortly after. I almost didn't want to record these dreams because they're so ridiculous, but a dream is a dream lol.

A nightmare where I was looking into the mirror in my bathroom. The skin on my chest/stomach peeled off and my internal organs started to fall out. I remember my heart looked artificial and had some kind of gauge or pressure meter on it. I screamed and woke up.

wtf I haven't had a nightmare of any sort in like two years...

After that, I wanted to go back to sleep to see if I could snag some lucidity before morning. Some disjointed fragments led into a couple of congruent LDs.

-Something to do with my college dormitory. For some reason I was wearing golden earrings in the dream, somebody commented on them, saying that they looked good. I asked myself when I got piercings and could not recall. I didn't become lucid though.

-Something to do with drawing and a tin of colored pencils.

-I was playing LBP3. I was designing this level where you would run across all of these little white platforms that were moving and stuff was firing on you. There was also this big metal bridge that would unfold when you got close to it. A was there, commenting on how he liked the game-play aspect of it.

I was at the community pool in my cousin's hometown, though almost nobody was there except me and someone else. I was just chilling in the shallow end of the pool when this bully character approached the two of us. He picked us both out of the water and said he wanted to try and drown us in the deep end.

I tried to punch him but it didn't do much.

I elbowed him in the face and managed to swim away. He followed me out of the pool. I turned around to fight him. He was buff and had long blonde hair and short thick facial hair and blue eyes. It was also at this moment that I noticed that I was still wearing gold earrings. I thought this might put me at a disadvantage because he could grab them.

I ran in and kicked him in the stomach. He reeled back. He was almost at the edge of the pool. He came back and tried to punch me. I ducked under it and put my leg behind his. From there it was easy to just push him into the water.

He looked at me angrily. I thought he was going to just get out of the water and attack me again, but he seemed to just be waiting there. But this other DC showed up. He looked like Santa Claus except his outfit was all white.

He said something about learning to be submissive and recognize your own inferiority. He said that this was meant to be some kind of dream test and that I had failed it.

For some reason, I was just boiling mad at this Santa/Guide character. I started screaming at him that people shouldn't be taught to be inferior and submissive, and that you can't mold people into what you want. They will do their own things and form their own identities and moral codes and there is nothing that you can do about it.

I got so mad at him that I FA'd in my living room. But it felt smaller. All of the furniture had been pushed into one end of the room an there was a small Christmas tree in the room with some presents under it.

This seemed strange to me. I did a nose pinch RC. Lucid dreamin' baby. I had almost become fully lucid in the last section, but now I could think clearly. I still wanted to see Manei. I started calling her name, expecting her to simply be upstairs or something. No reply. I thought to go outside, but saw that it was very, very dark. The kind of darkness that would make me lose the dream.

I then realized that stabilizing would probably be a smart idea. I rubbed my hands together.

"I will not lose the dream until I have accomplished one of my goals!"

I then thought to try teleporting to the beach location. In the past my teleportation efforts have failed miserably, so I was gonna have to really commit. I closed my eyes and started visualizing the beach in Puerto Rico that my family goes to every year.

I started to see it in the center of my vision. I thought that I should start engaging my other senses. I tried to picture the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the smell of saltwater and the sun on my face.

However when I opened my eyes I was still in my home, but things were different. I saw that it had gotten considerably lighter outside. It still appeared to be foggy and gray, but I could make out the street and plants. The entire backyard had been taken over by a massive jungle/forest. There was a huge vine with massive mango-like fruit growing on it. (When I say massive Mango-Fruit, I am talking 3-4 feet across.

I made my way out the front door to get a better look at what was outside. The dream's clarity started revving up to very high levels here. I saw that half the neighborhood had been overtaken with these huge gnarled branches. There seemed to be pieces of a structure in there, as if it were made of I-beams.

I followed the gnarled branches up to see a huge tree, literally miles tall. It seemed as though as it got farther away, it looked less and less like it was made of wood. It seemed to be made of stone or metal, and had complex designs of overlapping circles and rune symbols on it. It was supporting the sky, that appeared to be solid, made of high-technology structures (like the surface of the death star). There were windows or some kind of white lights scattered about on the surface. There seemed to be places where it had rusted through though and real vegetation was growing through it, both on the tree and the sky.

The sky had to be 50 or 100 miles up. There were layers upon layers of thin, misty clouds surrounding the tree trunk. The thing that I remember the most was the temperature. It was sooo hot and humid in this dream.

I couldn't believe the enormity of these metal trees, and I had to check them out for myself. I started flying, but for some reason moved backwards very quickly. I stopped and stumbled.

"No, I want to go UP!"

I started flying again, but I still went backwards. I lost control of the ability to fly and got pulled out of the scene. Everything started shrinking and getting darker. I saw more of the trees supporting the sky ceiling for a moment. It looked like some of them were just tree stumps.

Somebody told me that this was a forest that had been cut down by giant cosmic beings from the seventh dimension, millions of years ago, but it was growing back now. I saw my town on a remove section of earth, like a SimCity tile, floating in nothing.

I was in a black void. White cubes were scattered about. I was still pulling backwards at increasingly fast speeds. I thought I might hit one of the cubes, not being able to see where I was flying.

I woke up.

Interpretations: I really have to come back to these after I've had some proper time to think about it.

2.28.15

Last night bed 7pm-3:20am

FA at 3:20
I set my coffee maker on auto, to start brewing at 3:20. I wake up to it brewing. My cat jumped on the bed as usually, I'm petting him and saying I have to get up now. But I lounge, and I guess fall asleep again for a second I wake up, and keep petting my cat, thinking it's time to get up coz coffee alarm. Then I hear it brewing. It happens normally, that after it finishis brewing, it still keeps heating up unless shut off, and it makes a few brewing sounds after done. So I'm thinking that's what's happening. But no, it starts to brew normally. I'm like whoa, FA, damned. I REALLY have to start RCing EVERY TIME I WAKE UP.

Monster in Romania
This was quite long and detailed, vivid. I retold it every time I woke up, but still, many details were lost by now.

I'm outside of a modern building, looking at a billboard. There is a head of a monster on it. Some kind of a dinosaur with thing on the head that looks like hair on one of the characters in Babylon5.

Funny thing, because I tried to explain that hair to someone in the dream, but all I could say that it's perpendicular to the head, stiff hair like (and I just now remembered the name - Lando from Babylon5).

Now I'm inside of that modern building. It's one story, lots of glass. We are in the visitors vestibule and we see through glass walls into the control center with lots of controlls and blinking lights. I know it's all a deceipt. This is the place where they defeated that monster and they are keeping it either alive or dead there, but the danger is not gone. They don't have it under full control.

So now the monster has escaped. We are running all over the place outside, and this is going on for a while.

Snake
I'm looking at my cat sitting outside. Suddenly I realize a huge snake is looking at him, just from few feet away. He is beautiful, yellow and bright green. His head is huge, with big yellow eyes. I wave my arms and start throwing small pebbles in his direction so he knows he is found out and so he goes away.

I must do a scuba diving to find the wreckage of an crash plane in the sea. I dived deep into the sea until I touched the grown. There was a lot of objects, and I found a wreckage of the plane, I think it was the tail. I don't know what happen but in the deep of the sea looked like my room of my old home. There was a lot of plastic bag with toys. I watched my watch to see if there are still gas to reach the surface.......

It was in some kind of soviet bunker. I was with a group of scavengers. There were zombies all around. One of our people went to a chamber, which closed right after he entered. There were lots of zombies inside. He was some kind of chosen one, but I decided to just go away to my base. Looking at security camera I saw him fighting. Then I saw this from his perspective. I shoat a few zombies, but in the end they have killed me and... My perspective was brought back to my body in my home. I was working on a new level for some kind of game. Next day I was eating sandwiches for breakfast. It tasted great. I saw my brother came back from work in Switzerland. We were playing on xbox later that day. Next day I was again working on a level for that game, and played it for a while. I came back to my base, and started managing work orders on survivors.

A violent game.

Train... station?

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Notes:

- Slept at around 2 a.m.
- Alarm after 3 hours
- Woke up at around 5 a.m.
- Fell asleep, woke up at 8:30 a.m.
- The dream was very clear but my keywords are unclear.

I'm in a garden, speaking in Russian with a very old human man in a wheelchair. We have an arrangement. I'm to kill him, but as he puts it, without ugliness. That he wants his death to be smooth, I have no problem with, but this ugliness he's referring to isn't about his own death, it's about preserving his image of me, or rather what I represent to him. He says I'm a man who should understand this, unlike that brother of mine - he uses a word that my dream doesn't bother to translate aside from noting that it's uncomplimentary. The old man wants to believe in the existence of a creature that's above all the things he dislikes in humanity, an embodiment of death without ugliness. I'm disgusted and feel illogically betrayed by hearing this from him, a man more intimately acquainted with violence than any human I've ever known - he of all people shouldn't have any illusions about this. It's hypocrisy.

As he talks we move indoors, to a dimly-lit room that's kept very cold. He has a selection of alcohol lined up before a mirror, and I go to pour him a glass; as I do so I see a small portrait of a blonde woman, which I pick up. A woman who works for him, who's been pushing his wheelchair, urgently asks me to be careful with that. I recognize the image as his granddaughter - she's how I met him in the first place, years back. He laughs and corrects me, and he says this in English: "Vivian. Her mother." This startles me, and I examine the portrait again - I would never have guessed they weren't the same person. Her mother had died before I met her.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

While using a spell to pull out some relevant books and scrolls from a collection, one of the books that comes to me is titled "The Unbeauty of Life," by a Japanese author.

I'm running up several flights of stairs, spiraling upward through a ruined building, piles of rubble around; I should have fled the building with the others when I reached the first floor but instead I kept going upward, thinking of the woman I'd originally come here to track down. As I reach the upper levels I find her laboratory, with her books scattered on the floor, sarcophagi in rows. The next level above that is devoted to "the theatrical vampire," complete with red stage curtains hanging on the wall, full of what I think of as romanticized images from stage and screen, and as I look at it I remember the sound of her laughing. There's one more floor above this.

It started with me and two friends in a two story house, built right beside the woods. All of a sudden I got bored and decided to go upstairs to a bedroom and leave them downstairs. THis is when we were attacked, by two powerful (I think guys) with large guns. One was in the living room, crashing through the window and the other crashed down through the roof and in front of me.

I had my back up against the wall in fear, as the gun was pointed at me. SUddenly out of nowhere a black tendril came out of his stomach and disappeared, leaving a hole in its place. THe man fell to the floor. I would've looked down at him wondering what just happened but my answer was already there. Standing there was Slenderman, he stepped over the body and to me.

"Come with me." he said. "To my mansion."

And with that he lay a tendril around me on my shoulders like a guy would do with his girlfriend and we were off. We first appeared in my current home, a three bedroom apartment. Jeff the killer came out of my room.

I was like, 'Why the heck are you in my room?'

"Looks like we'll be sharing a room." he said.

SUddenly the room behind him, changed it got larger and my bed no longer was messy with black and white sheets on it. It now had a dark blue blanket on it and was made neatly. Across from it was a girly white and pink bed, kind of like the one at my friend's grandmother's house. I, being lost as I was in this situation, walked in and sat on the girly bed.

...now I know this may be out of order, but sometime before that I had been in a hallway with creepypasta characters. Creepypasta characters that lived in the house that is. "Oh so I'm gonna live with you, like Jeff the killer and BEN Drowned?" I asked.

I got weird looks, as if they thought I shouldn't even know their names. "I'm a fan of creepypasta, I know all your names."


As we walked I spotted Laughing Jack. "Hey Laughing Jack, your story is the creepiest one I read...well not that creepy, but creepy enough."

"Thanks...?" he said and walked off.

Now it's the scene with the bedroom...I'm sitting on the girly bed, Slenderman has walked off to some other part of the mansion and it left the weirdo Jeff to keep me company. He turned and began to leave, but paused when I spoke.

"Hey Jeff, did you know that people mostly draw chibi pictures of the creepypastas and romances?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"The fandom, it's mostly made up of boys and girls that make pasta romances and draw cut chibi versions of everybody." I said.

"Grr..." Jeff growled.

I knew he was mad so I shrugged....though the next thing I knew Jeff was leading me out of the room and to the living room. We passed a pasta or two but I barely noticed, when we got to the living room only a few were there.

"Is anybody watching TV in here?" I asked.

"Nope." BEN answered.

Jeff and I sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. After a while he said something, "Wow, I heard of someone making a gift but I never heard of someone transmuting a gift."

Curious I looked over, right as he put a wire string in my hand with celery on it, with lettuce tied around those. I was confused and just leaned back in the couch, examining the celery and lettuce and saw it was real. I broke a few off and ate them.

"....." said from behind me. (I don't remember what he said)

I jumped and looked over my shoulder, standing there was Edward Elric, he looked depressed. "Heh, thanks Edward."

He looked at me a bit confused. "You know me?"

"Yeah I do, you're Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood." I replied.

I woke up then. My first thought...When did Edward become a creepypasta?!
I also thought to myself; it sure has been a while since I had a dream about SLenderman. I wonder why I had one, it's not like I'm part of the SLenderverse or the CreepyPasta fandom anymore.

Before I forget, in the dream I said something like "Oh my gosh, you're a permanent transmutation circle." or something like that...sounded bad. And Edward's automail hand had all these symbols and strange writing, it was weird.

After not doing dream recall and kind of slacking on the LD attempts Im trying to work my way back into doing this. last night I had several big dreams that linked but i could only remember fragments when i woke up.

Im in a theater that is filled with people, I am up on stage playing with a partner agaisnt two other people. I notice how hot and sweaty I am so i decide to undo my button up shirt and sweatshirt i had on. After some time I left and hung out at a house. While i was there i went upstairs into my cousions bedroom and found that he had stuff stashed in his flooring. i peeled back the floor and looked at what he had stashed. There was some fake blood and some other small items that i didnt really know what they were. Nothing of interest though so i put the carpet back down on the floor and covered it up. I got up and went downstairs and we all got into a van and headed out. We arrived at the location and I realized i was the only person who didnt take a shower and I am kind of stinky because of it. I try and hide the fact by taking one of the peoples hats that had the bears symbol on it.

Im in a garage cleaning and moving some stuff around in it. Part of the wood/boards i was movign broke and i dropped a board and it hit a dog that was on the ground below me. I brought the dog inside to get it washed up and clean the wound. When i got inside the house there was this cat that really wanted me to hold / pet it. It jumped into my arms and i began to pet it as i got closer to where the dog was going to be washed i put the cat down but it was not very happy and tried to claw at me to pick it back up. I went into the bathroom where a DC was washing the dog. The entire room was the shower but there was some chairs in the room that were getting wet. So i told a DC outside the door to help me get these chairs out of the room. The dog got cleaned up and it had a minor scratch on it nothing serious.

Im at a ski resort place and I'm sking down the hill with my wife. Next to me at one point i see a person that i recongnize from RL in my past. I meet back up with him at the bottom and he gives me a hug but then i realize its not him because this person is black and my friend is white. I think to myself this is odd and if i really know him. I find out him and several others are from the same school i went to growing up but they are many grades lower than what i was some of them are still in highschool and it was part of the football team. they push past me eventually and start to leave. I get seperated from the group i was with and start to look for them. I see this show going on in the parking lot as a bunch of cheerleaders started dancing and putting on this weird performance. I spot the people i was with and watch them. They start getting super loud and get yelled out to keep it down as they perform.

Im in a bed with my wife but her friend is chilling in bed with us as well im trying to cuddle with my wife but she is upset for somereason. i get out of bed and put the covers on her and her friend so they cna have girl time.

Im in a room with another man and this girl. We are interogating this girl and she is freaking out at how loud the room is. (its very quite) we put some headphones on her to help cut what ever sound she was hearing but it gets worse. We try to explain to her that its just the preasureizer in the room and that if it doesnt go off we are in trouble because its keeping the preassure down in the room.

I woke up in sleep paralysis and felt something furry sitting on the side of my bed. I had my eyes closed because I didn't want to be more scared than I already was. This furry creature was talking to me about myself. He pointed at different areas of my body using his claws. I was hoping he wouldn't stab me with one of them. I got to feel its hand even though the rest of my body was trapped from moving. I think it was a giant bear. I imagined it white.

I tried to imagine a new dream scene my picturing my self escaping my dream body out towards the exit door in front of me. Often times it wouldn't work because I kept losing my train of thought. I even pictured myself sinking in to the bed and popping up in to a new dream scene. None of that work. One positive thing did come out of this, though. I never yelled out for help. However, I did wake up mad.

When I woke up, or I thought I did, I found myself in my parents room. I was confused. I got up from bed and immediately walked over to the living room to ask her why she laid me in her room. I was angry with her. I didn't get her exact answer. It wasn't until I woke up again when I realized I had a false awakening. I woke up upset really about it(for not reality testing) and tried going back to sleep but couldn't because both my sisters and nieces started making noise.

Non-lucid
I'm in my house, and I have a really big pimple in my armpit. I squeeze it, and only a little bit of pus comes out. I keep squeezing it until something red pokes out. Thinking it's a drop of blood, I still squeeze it. A tiny fire ant squirms out. I crush it before it gets far. Now when I squeeze it, it hurts, and more ants are coming out. I'm trying to kill all of them. When they bite me, it hurts. A particularly big one gets stuck, and once I squeeze it out, that's the last straw.
I go to mom, and tell her about my pimple. She says there's nothing she can do. I feel very helpless.
Then, I wake up.

Had a long non-ld moment where I put together something like a form/report. Making a note of this because at the time of wake I could remember most of it. It was like 1.5 pages long, a coherent text that my dreaming self spent carefully writing down with a pen word by word and not a single thing was illegible or illogical.

First dream

Characters from looney tunes came to reality. For over twenty years they had a factory of bottled water, but when the crisis came there was only one bottle left, and they couldn't produce anyone. I watched the Daffy Ducks retrospection, where he promised to the original founder of the factory that he'll keep the last bottle it'll ever produce safe. The time has come. Daffy was going throuh weird transformations. There was even his clone compposed of pure water. He went to Bugs bunny to talk about the bottle. Daffy was changing rapidly, and he had additional pair of hands. Bugs asked him about that, but he got no answer. The next day everyone was shocked, someone stolen the last bottle of water. I saw the police securing the area of the factory. I was writng a report from action, and signed it "detective Rupert Black".

Second dream

I was an owner of funeral house. I received a call from a client, and waited for him outside. He drove to me in a new, black BMW car. He went out - tall man with brown, long hair. He was wearing black suit, and weird black hat. I took him inside the coffin makers workshop. He took out his laptop - same as mine. I said It seems that we're both using the same equipment. He replied I'm using it since a few years. Then we talked about our business.

earlier recall clobbered by later epic, broken sleep [wife came to bed ultra late, yeah, thinking that 3am is a great time to start shuffling the pillows around, she can't find her pillows so she grabs one of mine, when I object she starts a big thing about she has no pillows, I get woken up and pissed, lie awake for like 2 hours, fuming . Her pillows were just under the blankets]

Really upset that a great night of dreaming is messed with. I had remee (4.5 hours WBTB planned), instead I woke around 3 hrs and stayed awake until the remee went off and I just took it off. No recall from that period.

Falling asleep, at one point I felt vibrations building, I "egged them on" to build higher, got too aware and excited about a WILD and they subsided without a dream forming.

Had a waking after that with recall, did not record, and lost the memories, clobbered by subsequent sleep cycles and a fairly epic dream sequence:

+(f) I see SB (older) sitting at table trying to hide her cleavage, I smirk at this, I tell her "you belong at M company, when are you returning?"

ex-GF (SB) extravaganza:

+ (medium-)epic: standing with SB and her parents, are we broken up or are we together now?; in bed with SB: roll around, fall to floor, woohoo this means we're going to have sex, we start; go get flowers to celebrate night's sex [the florists are all gangsters, 30 minutes away], close inspection of flowers, one in particular (wilted? brown? jaguar spots?); leave house, outdoor interlude: riding motorcycles with 2 guys; girls' skeleton underwater in a shallow cage (eaten by piranhas/drowned), finger bones waving in the current; daytime memorial service ("do you belong?" I want to leave and finally find an excuse); grab a cookie on the go; re-enter house (it was against the rules?); running quickly through rooms, jumping over furniture, loops repeatedly; skateboard competition on stairs; some guy trying to fix a glass (chess set?) with a blowtorch to melt the glass and re-attach the piece; SB cooks me a happy birthday (pizza? cake?); give gift of huge wheel of cheese to SB's mother, who LOVES it and goes nuts about it, she's surrounded by piles and piles of cheese and shredded cheese flies through the air

I'm standing outside with ex-GF SB and her parents. I feel uncomfortable because I do not know if they realize yet that we've broken up. I start to think maybe we're getting back together. I go stand with my arm around SB talking to her parents.

I'm in bed with SB, at some point either she quickly rolls over and kisses me or I do the same, then we start "wrestling" in the bed and end up rolling off the bed onto the carpeted floor. I think this means we're going to have sex, I see the door to the room is open, so I walk to it and close it, and turn back to the bed. I see SB lying on her back legs in the air taking off her panties. Woohoo I get in the bed on top of her, put my arms around and under her in a close embrace, and … I wake up half way? I'm moving my hips and trying to feel the sensation and I feel it a bit but I think I'm moving my hips in waking life…fall back asleep…

In the morning I want to celebrate our reunion sex and want to go get flowers. There is a discussion about where the florists are (a 30 minute drive?) but that they're all gangsters. I'm at a florist and I see a man carefully picking and inspecting flowers: I think it's more important to his business that he make the customers happy with choosing the best flowers in the best shape. I look at one flower close up, it is short of a large tulip-shaped bulb, multicolored, with multiple layers of petals. I'm looking at the petals down inside and trying to determine if the core of the flower is rotten or not. There's some dark-haired (greek?) man there, I'm inspecting the flower and I see and comment on the "jaguar spots".

I leave the house and go outside, I'm riding motorcycles with 2 other guys, I'm following them, the place is rolling suburban hills, it's twilight, they're hitting things like curbs and manhole covers and I hear the suspension on the bikes clunking as they do so. I'm rotating the grip to increase the throttle (on the left hand? wrong!). At one point I say "OK guys lead the way to the jumps place", there is some place where there are paths and jumps for motorcycle riding, but I say I don't want to ruin my rims, and I look down and gesture at my wheels, which look like aluminum rims with thick solid "spokes" instead of "bicycle spokes," They mention that the wheel need the protection of some numerical level (8?), and that you have to apply some goop to the tires so that you basically glue the tires to the rim all around the edge. I wonder if some people fill their tires entirely with solid glue instead of air.

Outside, twilight lighting, I see an underwater area, a long low cage on the ground underwater, and I see lots of jagged things sticking up through the holes in the cage, waving in the current of the water back and forth. It turns out those are the skeletons of girls who were either eaten by pirhanas or drowned there.

Outside daylight, in a sort of corral, people are gathered for a memorial service (for the girls?), there's a big fat Hawaiian looking guy who's running the service, he looks skeptically at me and asks if I have any reason to be there, I mumble something and stay there, but I want to get away this is taking a long time, but I can't just leave since I'm standing in front, eventually there is a break in the service and I do take off.

At some point I'm walking past a table with plates of cookies on them, I pick up one and eat it as I continue, they're sort of frilly/flakey on the edges.

I'm back in the house (we're not supposed to be back in there yet?), and I'm running through rooms in the house, jumping over couches, turning corners quickly, and I keep doing this over and over in a loop, I think I'm getting to know this house really well.

There's a skateboard competition on the stairs, a bunch of guys are sliding down the stairs on skateboards without wheels.

Some guys are trying to reattach a piece (of glass?) so some glass thing (chess set? sculpture?), it's not sticking, and one guy brings a torch to melt the glass which gets soft, and the piece then sticks in, and then he needs to heat the outside (?) of the thing so that the center will get cold again and "set" properly (?).

SB cooks me a Happy Birthday something (pizza, cake?)

Still in the kitchen I'm carrying an ENORMOUS (like car-tire-sized) half-wheel of cheese and give it to SB's mother. She's ecstatic about this cheese. I see her standing surrounded by cheese, breaking off pieces, running it through some sort of automatic cheese grater/slicer and cheese is flying everywhere.

I was in an arab country. I think I was searching my way. There was sand on the small road. I asked some guys where to find my way but they didn't understand my language. I walked and met an arab girl. I asked her in French and she replied with an arabic French accent. She said that I must be from France, I replied no, I'm from Belgium, she said that her name was M.....(I don't really remember but I know it start with an M). I followed her. We went in a bowling club, we were having fun when she said that she needed to go. She went. I said to myself ''OH sh...t, I don't even know how to go back to the hotel''. I ran outside to find her, there was a lot of girls, so I shouted her name a lot of time but none of the girls looked at me, so she was gone.
...............CUTOFF of the Dream...............
Now I was in town searching for the hotel when I heard some gun shot. I rushed into a building. I watched the scene from a window. The arabs were fighting against French police. I said: ''Wait, was I at Marseille during all the time or what???''.....