non-lucid

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???''.....

Morning of February 27, 2015. Friday.

Dream #: 17,602-03. Reading time: 1 min 44 sec.



I am on a city bus with my wife Zsuzsanna although I am unsure of the city or region. It is in an unfamiliar commercial area. We are seated near the middle of the left side, Zsuzsanna to my left and me closest the aisle. My mother and older sister Marilyn (both deceased in reality) are at the front of the bus as well as possibly my older sister Carol (also deceased). There are several unknown people on board. The unfamiliar bus driver drives around, seemingly on the correct route (as none of the other passengers complain) but eventually, he runs out of gas. He takes out a case with several thermometer-like devices in it that he uses to measure how much gasoline is left to determine how far the bus will go.

He drives the bus into a big featureless parking lot near a small storefront, stops the bus, and gets out, leaving the main doors open. I soon see him talking to another man about thirty feet to the left of the bus in another part of the parking lot. At this point, I notice that the parking lot is on an incline, though it did not seem so at first.

The bus rolls in reverse. I try to engage the emergency brake, but it does not work. The bus starts rolling side over side (even though the incline is probably no more than twenty degrees), soon becoming a wreck on the other side of the street. The bus driver does not seem concerned and in fact, remains cheerful when approaching the wreck.

Most of the passengers are okay, having no injuries. However, I notice and remark that one female of about twenty had broken her neck and died. She is still sitting in her seat in the same position, though it is back at an angle as well as detached. There is a bone jutting from the front of her neck. I feel sad for her friend even though I did not know them. Zsuzsanna and I (as well as my mother and sisters) are okay. My dream fades from this point.

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It is possible that in many cases (though not all, including prescient or telepathic scenarios) that an accident or vehicle mishap is a metaphor for either the dream being disturbed or the result of an uncomfortable sleeping position. In this case, the bus rolled over, and people also roll over in their sleep. My wife had a stiff neck when waking (which I did not know of until after waking). I can assume transpersonal communication; telepathic (for lack of a better word).

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"Anaken"? An event somewhere. It was a grass area. A familiar place but not sure where. Manila? We were looking for a jeep. It's night, so I'm worried I might get lost or end up in a bad place. I imagined a place along the road that's dark. There are trees on both sides. I decided to tag along with others. I think Amben and Sacha were there.

It's... dawn? Or late afternoon? We were walking near a plaza area. There are stuff for sale. Grey colors, dim, hazy.

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Notes:

- It was clearer when I woke up but I keep going back to bed to sleep some more.
- I slept around 11 p.m. Woke up at around 10 a.m., but I kept going back to sleep before that.
- Slept to Kelly McGonigal's default mode meditation.

4am coffee from 2 tbsp grounds with milk and sugar.

#416 - WILD

I wake at some point and try DEILD phase tech, but this time I was surprised by entering straight into it, skipping all the usual OBE stuff. I was only mildly lucid at first and thought that I was only seeing strong HI. I thought that I wasn't fully there and was trying to convince myself that I was dreaming, hoping that my dream time would catch up to my expectations. However, during the entire experience, I was already fully immersed in the dream and everything was extremely vivid. I even had the thought at some point that caffeine always makes my dreams more visually vivid.

I am standing next to a refrigerator in a kitchen that looks like the Smith's house, but my coworker bro Brandon is there. I see the fridge is so vivid and I take a closer look to stabilize — like I needed to. I note the eggshell texture on the door and the brownish fake wood handle. There is some chrome and I expect to see my distorted reflection. It's not there at first, but I do a double take and there I am. I feel like my eye are open extra wide and I can't believe how vivid the dream is. I look around for a moment and realize that I am in fact fully in the dream. Unfortunately, it's at this point that something external wakes me.

I had another vivid dream about swimming in an ocean and a shark bit my knee where I had been having pain in waking life. Strangely, my knee feels a thousand times better today.

1. I am at teachings that are being given by Khenpo Tsultrim Gyamtso Rinpoche. I am in line with my wife waiting to enter the room that the teachings will be held in. I am very excited. I tell my wife that Khenpo is a really amazing lama. "I know" she says, "you keep telling me!" She seems annoyed with me. Later I am walking around the building that the teachings were given in. It appears to be alot like my high school, with metal panel walls. and windows every so often that break up the panels. I am looking for Khenpo's room so that I can ask him a question. I find his room, there are many attendants in the room, but they all look like hospital staff. There is a hospital bed in the room along with many medical monitoring devices such as IV drip lines.
Khenpo Tsultrim Gyamtso Rinpoche:


2. I am riding my bike across town at night. I am in an area of a town where there are many old warehouses and abandoned factories. I notice some "gutter punks" off in a field in front of an old warehouse. I cross some railroad tracks. I turn left in front of an old warehouse building. I am now in a large fenced in area in front of the warehouse. I notice a bum/gutter punk guy approaching me from the warehouse. I get nervous and speed up, but reach a point where i am stuck between the approaching bum and the fence. The bum catches up with me and I greet him nicely. I get a close up view of his face. His face is narrow, almost un-naturally, his skin is dark and sallow. He is wearing a mugger hat and his hair is poking out from underneath it. He tells me to give him my bike. "Come on man!, you aren't really going to take my bike!" I tell him. He insists and threatens to stab me if I do not comply. I give him the bike. He then asks me for my car keys. I tell him he took my bike and that should be enough. He insists on me giving him my keys. I tell him he is welcome to have them, but my car is back at my house and he does not know where that is. He seems satisfied with my answer. He rides off on my bike and I run ahead and cut through a building to get ahead of him. I end up standing on a little pile of dirt as he approaches. I kick him in the face and he falls off the bike. I jump down off the pile of dirt and bash his head a couple of times with a rock. I am worried that I seriously hurt him, but realize i just knocked him out. I take my bike back and ride off. I am then in a car with wife telling her that my bike got stolen. She seems disappointed as I must not have taken some of her advice to lock it up or something. Next I tell her how I retrieved the bike and she seems a bit relieved.

I realized I was asleep, it feels like almost instantly. I remember thinking "ok, I'm asleep. I gotta keep knowing I'm asleep" then I remember floating from my bed, down the hall, & to my door. I knew exactly where I wanted to be. I wanted to fly to my ex boyfriends house. I couldn't grasp the door-knob to turn it, so I remembered trying the window. I thought "why isn't this working." I looked at my hands to keep myself aware that I was asleep. And then I thought to physically make the window longer and roll out. It worked and I was still aware I was asleep, but I noticed too that my body was kinda hard to control and that things would fade to black, I even tried looking at my hands when things were black but couldn't see anything. After that I remember being in another part of my town in the opposite direction of where I needed to go. I was a the local walmart in the parking lot. I tried to fly but couldn't at first. The only thing that seemed to help me was focusing on a small whisp of cloud in the sky and trying to visualize myself floating up to it. It worked but I still found it hard to control my dream body. I was kinda stiff. I guess after that I slipped out of the lucidity of it. I'm pretty bummed I didn't get to my destination but I'm excited that I was able to remember at least one tip and it seemed like I was able to quickly realize that I was asleep.

Extra info: the colors weren't very vibrant. They were there just felt like a gray haze was over everything. Being outside it was gray and gloomy, like before a thunderstorm, but there wasn't big black clouds

Non lucid dream that happened after lucid dream:
I was at My ex's, sleeping in a separate bed. I kept waiting and waiting for him but he never came there were 3 rooms joined together, with no doors. I thought of a circle for some reason, like the design of the house was round. First It was my room. (It was His bedroom, but there was just a bed in it) the middle room had just a bed but it had a large woman in it I knew her in real life, her name is Tammy, she slept with his roommate once, their relationship never went beyond that. Then my ex was in the room next to hers. The bed was next to the wall, things seemed kinda pink/purplish and his back was turned to me. He woke up and seemed distant toward me. The next thing I remember is her cooking in his kitchen and I freaked out and threw her down the stairs outside of the house. I remember crying to his friend Chelsea, saying "This was my second chance, this was suppose to be my second chance" I felt like I was refurring to my last relationship before him and how this was suppose to be different. Then I woke up. I just remember feeling hurt and rejected by him, even without him speaking to me much during the dream.

( I notice that in a lot of my dreams I'm in a house/trailer, usually broken down and decaying. Not always the same one either. They're different each time. Other times in in my grandmothers house. Others in a school theatre)

I'm in some manner of waiting room, talking with a priest - I'm hoping to get his opinion on a dilemma that's been on my mind. But as I describe it to him, he gets increasingly uncomfortable. Finally he seizes on something I've said that he can turn into a sort of keyword - along the same lines of "crisis of faith" or "act of god," some familiar phrase. When I agree that yes, you could think of it that way, he seems relieved. He launches into a sort of canned speech on that keyword. I'm disappointed. This isn't the conversation I'd hoped it would be.

Janette arrives then, rescuing me, and I stand up to give her a quick kiss. The priest seems as relieved to be able to end the conversation politely as I am. It's been a while since I've met up with Janette, and she's dressed as a widow again, with a black veil over her eyes; I think this is the first time I've seen her in a veil since the 1950s. She's stunning as ever.

As we leave she teases me about being disappointed by that priest, about always looking for answers in all the wrong places. The conversation drifts, and as we step out onto the sidewalk I'm saying to her, "No, no, no - unless you wanted him." She makes a face. I'm teasing - that priest wouldn't exactly be her first choice of meal, and neither of us have been hunting people at all lately. But now we're both thinking about blood.

We head back to my place, and we immediately start up the stairs to the bedroom, but halfway up the stairs I leave her to go back down and take the phone off the hook, saying something about no distractions this time. The observer side of me remembers how this will turn out - when the woman I work with couldn't get through on the phone, she turned up at the door instead, and saw Janette wearing my robe. First time she'd seen Janette, and although it wasn't anything notable at the time, it eventually wound up raising unfortunate questions.

I was in a broken down old house that was set on some support beams above water and mud. Maybe a river bank. I remember that my ex had called me. Specifically, he called me to apologize and he wanted me back. I remember wondering out of the door, over a wooden plank on to an open platform, I could see that I was very high, the sky was cloudy, like it was going to start raining. I jumped to another house straight across from the platform and it looked a lot like the other house only it was way more run down. The floor was weak and every time I took a step it creaked and bowed beneath my weight. I was still on the phone with my ex and I eventually stepped on a weak spot and fell through the floor. I remember a dusty Tv on a dusty dresser in the room where I fell. When I fell I landed in the mud, about chest deep, and not long after that, the dresser and tv fell but barley missed me. I must've went into a deeper sleep, because I can't remember much else.

I didn't get a lot of sleep last night so that's why this entry is so short. :3

I was inside a class helping someone with their homework when suddenly a male teacher began complaining about how his students were leaving the pencils all around the class. Than one of the students began shouting that there was lava in the room. All of us ran into a corner but the lava started to turn invisible and disintegrate people. The teacher kept complaining about his pencils though and ticked me off." No one cares about your stupid pencils or if there isn't erasers on them!! Just get new ones!! " I shouted. We than ran somewhere else and as we were running we appeared in a huge building that didn't look like a school anymore. As soon as we got there Aliens came crashing down on us.In a way i felt they were dangerous but also friendly.

I became lucid and started flying way up into the air to get away from them. I saw a teacher i know and asked her if she wanted to fly to space with me. She said yes so i started to fly her up with me. But we weren't ending up in space. I tried closing my eyes and opening them but that didn't work either so i told her that we should fly down. We flew down and than the aliens began attacking us with lasers. As i was running and fighting the aliens i managed to get one of their laser guns. i started shooting some of them but than for some reason i started to become friends with them. The aliens looked like they had a hard outer layer like a insect and they were the color brown. At the end of my dream each alien was put inside a glass case and taken somewhere secret.Than i woke up.

I woke up and moved quite violently, thus most of the details were forgotten. I can reacall that I was in home, and drove to school with my sister in her car. I was working on technical lessons. When I came back home I was writing some kind of story with someone.

My cat had given birth to three kittens. One was grey with green eyes and I named her Satri after one of my comic characters. Another one was black and white like a panda, and I named him Panda. The last one was blue and white with bright blue eyes. I named him Storm.

I remember thinking of how I have dreamed of a bright blue cat before.


I was at an airport where this psychic person would draw your 'higher self' or 'soul' or some such nonsense. I asked her to draw mine. She drew really fast, she only had one pencil but was somehow able to change its color. In about five or ten seconds she finished.

The picture she drew looked something like my avatar picture (supposed to be my dream self.) But the highlights were spread all through the hair, and the face was rendered more realistically.

My mom was really excited, like a little girl to get herself drawn as well. But when her's turned out to be some kind of hideous blob monster, she got really mad at the psychic.

We had to get onto our airplane after that. My dad was telling my mom to stop acting like such a baby because her drawing came out bad.


A story about a woman who was supposed to be the leader of a fantasy kingdom. However she had to endure these trials, and in one of them she was suspended on a platform with another man for three days. During the full moon, she turned into a where-leopard. And on the third night, the moon was full, she could not contain her hunger and ate the other man.

She then stated fighting this evil guy in a black cloak that rode in on a horse, but she was having trouble fighting because she had just eaten.

Then the old king of the kingdom showed up and helped her fight off the black cloaked man. He eventually fled. The woman changed back to normal because the moon went behind a cloud. She was sad because she had 'messed up' and ended the life of another person. The old king explained to her how she was going to be the leader, the people wanted someobody who was hardworking and never gave up. They didn't care about her flaws and mistakes so long as she kept trying to be the best that she could be.

A mad scientist was involved in the story somehow.


I was at a football game at my college. I can't really remember why I was there and I remember asking myself why I was at the football game. I became partially lucid for the entirety of this dream.

I was trying to leave but I ran into this group of girls who stated that they recognized me. I vaguely recognized two of their faces as girls from my high school who had crushes on me, but there were four or five of them. They were all wearing school colors and had face paint on.

They said that they wanted me to come with them. For no particular reason other than seeing what they wanted to do, I decided to go with them.

We walked into the outside area of the stadium (where all the food stands are under the seats) and somehow wound up in my garage. But it still felt like I was at the stadium.

One of them pointed out something odd about my hair. I looked in the mirror (we don't have a mirror in the garage IWL) I noticed it was partially black and partially brown. I thought this was strange.

I lost the dream after that.

Morning of February 26, 2015. Thursday.



This was one of those dreams which greatly distorted time (one of those unlikely “alternate timeline” kind of ways) and personalities. However, there are some insignificant parallels between otherwise unrelated personal associations, though they seem somewhat pointless and out-of-place (as well as long-outdated relative to my present life).

In the first part of my dream I find myself in an alley in a basic scene that used to be recurring, but that was more-so years ago. In this case, I find two types of items that have been placed in boxes near dumpsters in an alley near, I believe, a pawn shop. There are a large number of craft items, mostly cross-stitch kits, still new and unopened. One smaller kit seems to be that of a rose. I think about how it would be good to give it to my sister (who is deceased in reality). I also find numerous comic books as well as educational books and some historical magazines relating to war. There are a lot of duplicate items.

For some time, I look through the various books (as well as the boxes in general) and am trying to work out how to get some of it back to my sister’s house, because I eventually gather enough to fill about half of a small room. Two police officers (male and female) stop by for a short time, but there is no concern that I am doing anything wrong. They mostly talk to a few others involved in trying to work out why the boxes are stacked there and if they have the right to take any (because, in fact, it may be related to a delivery to the business rather than the business discarding items). It turns out that my sister’s house is about six to eight blocks away to the east and a couple blocks north from there. Something relative to my awareness shifts in my dream and even though I am not lucid, I am able to pick up the entire collection of items and casually carry it down the street as if I was a “human forklift”. I have no sense of heavier weight carrying this high and wide pile of boxes with both hands out in front of me in an otherwise impossible manner (this seems to be the first time in my life that I have dreamed of this specifically).

The location is La Crosse (America) and it does not “register” that my family and I are living in Australia (in reality). For some reason, my youngest son is sometimes looked after by a female (CS) who has what is now known as Dissociative Identity Disorder (as well as other problems) who had also known my older sister in real life years ago. I only seem to think about this as concern begins to grow as my dream progresses and the false back story is vaguely built. It seems this female may even be living downstairs in my sister’s house and taking care of a (unknown) boy and girl as well as my youngest son at times. I am not sure why my wife would not be taking care of him when I am not home. Our other children do not seem to be present at any point. Both my sister and her friend are as they would have appeared about thirty years ago though my son appears as he should. In my dream, I get the impression that my wife and family and I live across the street from my sister, though again, the back story is not that clear.

The level of alteration and distortion at this point is quite unwarranted (which is somewhat atypical of how my dreams usually unfold). However, it may be partly based on long-resolved or “extinct” concerns - relating more to my wife’s mother in some ways than my sister’s friend (both are extremely deceitful troublemakers). Somehow, my youngest son may not even be clear on who I am due to how long I have supposedly been absent (which has never been the case in reality with any of our children). At one point, my son says “I know who you are” as if speaking to someone who is not actually me and in a negative sense. When I speak to my sister about the problematic female that has likely misguided my youngest son, my sister starts out saying “I feel…” (as if ready to defend that person for some reason) but I interrupt immediately by sarcastically saying “you feel…what?” (This may be some sort of subtle awareness that my dream self knew she had died; even showing an undue in-dream meanness towards her.) From here, my dream decays, but there remains a very unlikely nature to the entire scenario. Although it is typical for many types of dreams, even ones closer to one’s real life path, to get everything wrong (other than any mixed literally or visually precognitive and remote viewing layers) this one was more distorted than usual.