non-lucid

1. I went to Walmart and found an instant hair cutting machine. I went over to it and I got half of my head shaved. I asked my mom if she could cut it and she said no. Afterwards we went to a restaurant.

2. There was a zombie apocalypse and then I got on a bus where my inglish teacher was. He asked me if I knew any good zombie fighters, and I replied with I don't think so.

3. Most longest, but I won't include all of it. Some stranger was over ato our house. My dad was talking to her. I went upstairs to take a shower and then heard a loud crash. I got out and looked through a wall and saw my living room. I'm not shore how I didn't become lucid in this one.

So, in my dream, I was a little girl, like I was some years ago, with braided hairs. I was on a white horse and we were in a kind of park, like Disneyland, or something that looks like it. It was winter, maybe a few days before christmas. We went to buy some toys like dolls or little cars but, at a moment, there was something written on a sign but every single word was more like waves than like real letters. So, I told myself "I can't read that, I'm certainly dreaming" then I woke up :(

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Slept a bit better, had okay-ish dream recall but I let some details slip by lying in bed and not being diligent enough about writing them down sooner. I even had a decent stab at the SSILD cycles, but the consecutive run of bad sleeps over the past few nights probably didn't give me a good base mindset for lucidity.

Dream Fragment
Standing on the driveway to my parents house at night-time, reminds me of when I used to sneak home late.

Dream 1 - Zombies at Uni
For some reason there's a zombie Apocalypse, me and some others have kind of gathered together. We're near the northern exit of the university (I know there was more to this, but I forgot most of what happened prior to this point) and we jump into this massive armoured vehicle. There's zombies off somewhere, I don't recall seeing them much except on the sidelines/backgrounds of the dream. The armoured vehicle can't move or something, but luckily there's another car loaded in the back compartment of it, all hooked up and tied down. I run to the back of the armoured vehicle and kick the back door open, then jump back and flick a hook off of the car, the rest simultaneously come free letting the car roll back. We proceed to hop inside, and then I think I woke up.

Dream 2 - Giant Cockroaches
I seem to remember dropping something at the very start of the dream... It was dark with only a little amount of light which made shadow-outlines of things. Whatever I dropped didn't hit the ground, because a size-able cockroach with pincers clamped it, I notice the sprawling crawling mass of these covering the floor. Fast-forward to later on, I'm running, there are GIANT cockroaches now, comparable to the spiders in the 'Eight-Legged Freaks' movie. It's still dark and I'm running, I'm in an old building (19th century Victorian brickwork or something) and I dash to the side, into a closed off room. I hide on the floor, near a big wooden table. I know they can't get in here.
*skitter*
"what was that?"
I look at a small cockroach scuttling across the floor near me, I realize that maybe the little ones can get in though... It feels like a few minutes pass, and I notice even more of them, they seem to amass into a swarm on the floor and I decide to rethink the idea of hiding, with the feeling that the larger ones are actually able to break into the room too now. I head to the exit on the other side of the room, and I think 'hmmm what if they've blocked off the other exit...?' but as I'm about to exit the room I wake up.

Was pretty bored with these dreams, didn't feel scared or fearful of anything in them (they sound like they should have been nightmares in retrospect, but weren't), they weren't strongly emotional.

So i'm at the university, talking to some classmates next to a table, and they want me to do a speech for the dean.
After i talk to her about what the students are going through she decides to leave in a hurry. Then i get pissed and start ranting for a while about stupid people.
After that i go somewhere like a store of sorts, and i find myself looking at those 500 pieces puzzles. I notice they are all pictures of the same house in different angles, and they were priced $119,087

Non-Dream Dream

Dream 1: I am running to my final exam up a hill through huge doors into the physics department. Then I run down some hills jumping like crazing yelling info about the exam to people behind me (cheating). I'm not doing well but I don't seem to care. So much more buy I dont remember - I think my dad was there too.

Dream 2: I am in an airplane.

Dream 3: I am driving to work for the big layoff meeting.

Dream 4: My bowling alley has an incredible daycare facility.

Non Lucid-Blue
Lucid-Green
Semi Lucid-Purple

I was in a school with a group of kids and an experiment was being done. I don't recall what it was but something went wrong and we were told to wait outside the class. Outside we saw more kids coming in and they were popular and kind of cool looking. I wanted to walk up to one of the guys caused I thougt his spiky hair was cool but some dream characters who were my friends kept telling me not to. But I couldn't hold it in so I tried walking up to him but I think I made him fall off balance and his friends moved him away from me. Than the scene changed and it was now a classroom. I sat down and the teacher who acted like a coach walked in. He gave us all a big pink purplelish gum candy that we were supposed to try. I tried a little but than water started to leak from the roof so I got up. Upset that I got up, the teacher yelled at me. I shouted back at him that it wasn't my fault because I felt water falling on me. He kept shouting though and told me to sit down. Thats when I told him how am I supposed to sit down when I don't have a seat and the class responded with "Ohhhhhhh!'. I didn't know if it was a good comeback but I still felt pretty good about it. Sadly the teacher was bigger than me and pushed me out of the room, and flew me above a wall on the roof. I had a feeling by the way he was moving he was going to try to rape me so I flew away and tried flying out a window. He came after me and pulled me back though. Somehow I got away and was running down the stairs for someone to save me in Japanese just for fun. But out of no where I ran into a few girls who said a evil guy was going to kill a close friend with a robot weapon. The close friend was sealed inside a red book bag and the evil guy cut him up a bit saying he was going to make scars on him. I ran to the bookbag, grabbed the bookbag and ran out of the room into the halls panicking. My close friend was now a bleeding mess inside a book bag and somehow I had to put him back together. Two girls grabbed me after that and took me to a room where we could fix my friend. But when we got there there was a huge screen of a girl kissing another girl. Than the girl that took me there started wishing lots of times for her crush to kiss her.I knew it was a dream completely than and was walking away but everything about the dream changed. I was staring at a wall with two African american ladies and one told me not to think so much about things or I'll stress myself out. Than I woke up.

Resin casts
I'm with a couple of friends playing with some kind of sticky sap I'm calling a resin. I'm tell them that it gets incredibly hard once it solidifies, and that it could be used to make an amazing cast. We're in a time period from before plaster casts were invented, so I have to explain what it would be like, wrapping a sheet of resin (still soft) around my elbow and talking about how once it gets hard it would hold the elbow totally still so that a broken bone there would heal better.


At a gun "party"
I'm at a the house of a gun dealer, attending one of his "gun parties" where he (legally) sells guns at a very fair price. I've been to a couple of his other little "parties," but I haven't bought anything yet, though I really want to. I'm strongly leaning towards a shotgun for home defense, though I'm also tempted to get something small that I can carry concealed. I briefly think about ammo types, whether bird shot is enough for home defense - I've never fired a shotgun before, though I've heard they work well. I know they're also incredibly loud, and I wonder whether I'd need to use ear protectors. I'd hate to go deaf from firing it, but if there were someone in my house I'd also need to hear them. As I'm thinking about all of this, I run into the dealer and we chat for a couple of minutes. He asks me if I'm still "upside-down" on what I've gotten from him, and I remind him that since the only money I've given him was for the entry fee, I'm completely upside-down and will be until I actually purchase a gun from him. We're in a room with Subway sandwiches laid out, and I ask him how much a sandwich costs. He tells me they're free for the taking since he couldn't in good conscience charge for something that poorly made. I thank him and grab one, then look around for condiments. I see both packets and bottles of mustard and ketchup. I grab some mustard and squirt it over my lettuce, then start to eat. I don't add ketchup since that just sounds weird on this kind of sandwich - except there's ketchup dripping out of it. I must have added it when I wasn't paying attention. Oh well. As I'm eating, I realize the bottom bun is almost completely gone while the top bun is barely touched. Normally I do a better job holding things together and keeping the top and bottom buns even. I flip it over so the larger top bun is now on the bottom and try to pay more attention to where I take my bites from.

Now I'm upstairs in the house, where the customers usually are. His property is such that one can enter on either level, but I'm not sure why I started downstairs this time. Now my wife is with me, and she asks me questions as we walk around. Now we're in another room looking at some strange bird crafts laid out around a round coffee table. They're really unattractive and have zippers in strange places. Someone picks one up and shows me, indicating that the zippers are there to imitate bodily functions. The person asks if my children would be interested in trying to make one, and I decline on their behalf.

Now I've left the man's house and am driving home. I'm currently driving through the old section of a city with narrow, strange roads. I end up having to make a left by turning right down a 270 degree cloverleaf-style "ramp", going under a tunnel under the road I was just on, then coming back to street level. I consider how strange that was and wonder why they couldn't have just left everything at a normal level and had me make a normal left-hand turn. Someone is with me in the car and says that city traffic is always terrible and every little thing they can do to improve it helps.


Fragment: Something about walking through a park?

I'm someone playing cards with three other guys, and one of them mentions the (some surname beginning with T) manuscript. It's this anonymous collection of old medical notes. A few copies have been made of it, but it was never published, so it's very rare. I tell them a bit about that manuscript - I love having the chance to do so, I enjoy sharing stories from the past a great deal.

During the war, it was an open secret that T. was seeing a certain woman. He always used a nickname when he mentioned her to others, but everyone knew. (As I'm saying this, I'm seeing an image of myself playing cards with T. in the past, much like the scene with these men now, both of us in uniform; and then an image of that woman walking down a street.) And she'd often go to his room to make use of his typewriter. (I'm seeing a typewriter that doesn't actually make sense for this time period.) For whatever reason, when he left to return to England those notes she'd been working on were mixed in with his typewriter and his other things. He didn't make it back to England of course, and when his things were eventually recovered, that anonymous manuscript was naturally associated with him. But the identity of the author of the T. manuscript is Florence Nightingale.

This doesn't get the reaction from the other card players that I'd been hoping for - I get some odd looks but mostly they just seem bored. They change the subject, talking about pharmaceuticals. I'm disappointed - I'm reasonably certain Florence is still a household name, recent enough and well-known enough that I'd thought they would find this interesting, even though they were all born well after her death. It's always an isolating feeling when this happens - no one much cares about old dramas. But at least they only see it as the eccentricity of a history buff, and I don't have to worry about them seeing me as a threat.

Me and my sister and other people who's faces I can;t see are outside and we have guns and we're shooting each other in the chest and shoulders and nothing happens. We laugh each time and when I was trying to shoot my sister and her trying to shoot me we're jumping around in this corner that is draped in shadow so we can;t see each other and I decide to just shoot randomly into the dark. And then I hear my sister cry out in pain, and then I panic drop the gun and drag her into the light and ask her whats wrong. She's holding her leg and says the two leg bones are broken and her ankle fractured. Someone tells us we need to take her to a hospital to have it wrapped up so the bones will heal back together, but me and my sister don't want to take her and want to wrap them up ourselves and now my leg is starting to mimic her leg wounds so we sit down and realize how dangerous that game was and hide the guns and think about how what if I accidentally shot her face, she would've died. (Dream changes) I'm at my grandmas house and these two egg looking people start painting my moms car black and my mom and uncle doesn't mind so they let them do it even though the paint isn't working right. Then we all get into the car, my whole family somehow. My grandpa goes to my sisters window and says he decided he wants to sit on her side and she convinced him. So I scoot from the middle seat, to the far left and we all fit in. The while waiting for my uncle I'm looking out the window and see the hugest fucking snake I ever saw and its brown yellow and black and longer then an RV. I yell to my grandma that there's a huge snake outside and she gets a shot gun while I'm still watching it and now its grabbed a duck off the ground and is eating it. My grandma shoots at it, I'm not sure if she hit it, but it quickly slithers away to the front into the tree's. Then m,y uncle takes the gun and acts cocky and says he'll go kill it, but we all worry because he hurts himself easily. Then time passes and we get out thinking the snake is eating him but then we see him so we get back in the car and my grandma yells at him for worrying her and then he throws the dead snake on top the car and I'm disgusted because some blood drops are now on the window from the snake. (Dream changes) Me and goldy(the twitch streamer) are walking on this train track and it's down in a two walled ditch. Then we hear a train coming and blowing it's whistle noise so we hide a little and then when it mostly passes we jump onto the last cart of the train. Then he pulls out a wooden train whistle and tries blowing it, but just air came out so he hands it to me to try, and I blow though it and it makes the train noise super loud and then the real train whistles one long one and then three short ones, so I mimic it and then the train driver pulls a lever or something because he made the cart we were on detach from the rest of the train and we see the train leave and ours starts to go out of control and flips to its side and crashes into the ditch walls and catches fire and me and goldy crawl away from it and sit and watch wondering what happened. We guessed that the wooden whistle alerted the big train the the cart was useless or damaged or something. So me and goldy get up and walk to his house(scene changes to his house) He knocks on the door, it's night time now. His girlfriend ally(twitch streamer) opens the door slightly and peeps her head out and asks where goldy's been and then lets us in. He explains to her what happened back with the train, and then ally takes me upstairs and shows me a bedroom I can sleep in for the night but there's other girls in there standing in the dark at the floor and it creeps me out so I ask her if i can use a bathroom and she giggles and says yeah that there's on in the room with the girl and one down stairs, so I tell her I'll use the one down stairs. I didn't want to go into the dark room. I go downstairs and forget about the bathroom and find some of my family sitting on a couch watching a huge tv. I sit with them and my cousin keeps asking me if I knew the things about the show he keeps telling me, and I'm like yeah because I know but get annoyed he keeps asking me things, so I get up and go into a kitchen and see that ally left a letter for me on the fridge but then my cousin runs in and grabs the letter before I can fully read it, I yell at him to give it back. That she wrote it for me and it could be important. But then he puts it into an red cow print notebook and then puts it into his pile of school crap. Then a large man comes into the kitchen asking whats going on and I tell him my cousin is hiding a letter meant for me for some reason and the big guy tells him to give it back but he ignores and smirks, so I push him to the ground and start for his junk, and then my cousin says fine that he'll give me the letter back. He give's me a paper and I can tell it's not the letter so I tell him that's not it, so he's pulls out a blue notebook and tells me it's in there and I tell him no, it's in a red cow print notebook, he looks annoyed that I remember. Then he stands there so I push him again and start looking for the letter but instead I find his binder notebooks that he wrote in them that he loves david arquette, so I point and smile and walk over to his brother but then my cousin calls him over first and I hear him say that I'm gonna try to use finding out he's bi against him to get my letter back. So I tell his brother to pretend like I told him something else that pisses him off and then my cousin gets confused so I grab the letter out of his hands a laugh and tell him that I told his brother nothing, then run into this room that has two tables and my cousin follows me but i just wanted to read my letter alone but mila kunis follows us and is pissed at me for stealing his paper she says. So I tell her it's a letter meant for me and show her and then she gets pissed at my cousin for lying to her because she was going to beat me up to get it back for him. Then we three are at the table and she's super angry and there's puzzles and coloring books now on the table we begin to do.

Non-lucid
I'm in the wilderness, with a bunch of my friends. We're surrounded by beautiful mountains.
We're walking with a guide, finding black bears. I have seen 4 before we come to a bear in a small cage. The cage is decorated for Halloween, and is set back from the trail. Behind that is tall grass.
"Who do we have here?" the guide asks to nobody in particular, getting closer to the bear. My friends follow him but I stay on the trail, which is on a ridge.
The long grass moves. Something is coming! An opossum scurries out of the grass and up a tree.
"Guys! Run away! Something's coming!"
I start running away frantically. I look back; my friends haven't moved. A massive black bear jumps out from the grass, and gives a loud, mighty roar.
My friends scramble up the hill to join me in my mad dash. The bear chases us. We burst out of the forest and arrive at a mansion. Out of breath, I look back at the forest. The bear doesn't come into view. I get an overwhelming sense of safety.
Then, I wake up.

Way back, early in the night, I recall there being a short, bland lucid. I can't recall what it was about now, but I remember waking up and thinking about how frequent my lucid dreams are getting. I thought about how it was 3:00 now and I should 'go back'.

At some point or other, I was watching an animated Minecraft Series. In it the main character had lived as a wanderer without a house and actually befriended one of each of the hostile creatures in the game. One Zombie, One Skeleton, One Creeper, One Spider and one Enderman.
The Zombie and the Creeper wore helmets so they wouldn't burn in the daylight.
I can't recall why, but they are trying to get into this big mansion and grief this other player. The Creeper recommends that he could blow himself up, but the player doesn't want him to do that. He then says he has to wait until sunrise to ambush the other player when he comes outside.

This dream was actually really cool.
I was a part of a small street gang of skaters; though we were generally good people, we did sometimes steal from the fat cats in our neighborhood because we were all members of poor families. Everyone in our gang had a unique ride; we had a guy on a skateboard, a guy on inline skates, a girl with a BMX bike, and me on a scooter.
The leader of our gang was this wheelchair-bound kid who stayed at home, but worked on all of our rides for us. In fact, he was just showing me his latest work. He had attached a small tank of compressed CO2 and a pair of small engines onto my scooter. I could throttle it with the handlebars and use it for an extra speed boost.
...
At some point, A rival gang of older, more experienced skaters broke into our garage and stole all of our leader's parts and tools. We were chasing after them. I was going the fastest with my rocket scooter and managed to catch one of the goons in this stairwell area.
I made them give back the parts that the stole form us (for some reason they were a big handful of rubber bands and some black plastic wheels.)
Then, a powerful man in a suit coat with a Bluetooth headset came and took the parts from me.
...
I somehow came to the realization that this was actually a children's TV show. And the reason we couldn't catch the other gang, and even when we did, we got the parts taken from us was because the writers wanted us to learn some lesson about teamwork.
I began making all of these fourth-wall jokes. Then the writer came and talked to me and told me he was going to take my character off the show if I kept that up. I told him I didn't want to be on the show anymore.

So wait, how does this work? I'm on a show, I'm an animated character, but I'm also self-aware, like an actor?

At some point or other; this was somehow related to college; I knocked someone's computer out of their hands while they were on the stairs. I apologized and actually felt really bad for her. They were crying as well, and trying to hit me, but I kept blocking her strikes.
I 'remembered' this man I knew who could fix anything and took her to him. He was crazy and ran around his workshop gathering all of these wires and components, and re-attaching parts of the computer.
At some point he managed to get the computer working once more. He had to plug in a new monitor; an old TV screen. On it were all of these special effects demos. One was of a bunch of dinosaurs fighting with Stormtroopers and AT-ATs.

Dream - Lucid

I was going into a math class. It was the last day of the semester (not sure if it was high school or college). As I was walking in, I couldn't remember if I had gone to this class during the semester more than a few times. I was thinking about the grades she had posted for me, and there were some holes and about as many grades. Ugh what was I gonna do?

I sat down and there was a shorter, kind of stout black woman teaching the class. She was very lax and laid back. I was starting to wonder if she had even held class for half the semester. She handed out a test, our last one of the semester. It was a multiple choice test. The questions had little to no math relevancy. I don't remember them specifically right now, but the first one had some numbers in it, but the question was silly, and the next ones just had nothing to do with math at all. Man, this teacher must not care at all. I then "remembered" taking another test like that with her before and getting a bunch of them wrong. It didn't seem like there should really be any wrong answers since it was so silly...

I later saw the teacher somewhere outside of class. Also, something about writing two papers on two different books or pieces of writing. It was and extra credit assignment for the math class. I wasn't sure if I needed it or not, but I wasn't going to take my chances. I couldn't decide which one I wanted to choose to write on for the second one (I had already picked the first out). I'd start writing in purple sharpie, but then I'd scribble it out. I asked someone, maybe the teacher, about what I should do. She gave me some suggestions on what pieces to write about.

Then, something about Dallas and I having had a baby, a girl. Someone else was taking care of her, my mom I think. The baby then decided that she didn't want to be here anymore, and wanted to start over again from a newborn. I think she got really depressed about something. So she did that, and was an infant again. I then was wondering if Dallas and I should keep trying to have a baby since we had one already apparently. I then went to go see my daughter. I asked someone where she was and they told me that Debbie was watching her. I started to go down into this basement area that was supposed to be the break room at Kohl's, either down some stairs or a ladder. I started to see the tops and backs of these ladies' heads. They were two very gossipy ladies at Kohl's. They were sitting down on the couch watching TV. I didn't really want to interact with them, though Debbie was their friend. I went down there all the way. I saw that it looked as if some of them literally were living in the break room. Interesting. I didn't see Debbie or the baby anywhere. I then asked someone something. I then saw this pink dollhouse/cage thing that had plastic, interchangeable cribs in it. I was flipping through the different ones, watching them come up through the floor (I think I was pushing a button to change them out), when I heard R's voice. She is a lady that I work with at the bakery. She was saying "Sen and Simpy! Sen and Simpy!" (meaning Ren and Stimpy). She was talking about the themes of the cribs they were using for the baby. I kept flipping through them and didn't see any like that, though sometimes, two cribs would pop up, and then five.

Non-Dream Dream

Helping coworker (BW) move to Santa Barbara. My family is with me. BW has a really bad broken leg and my family leaves me with him. He is grateful.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Another terrible sleep, took me 4 hours to fall asleep.

Dream 1 - Charging like a rugby player
There's a reason behind what we were doing but I can't seem to recall it. There is a hallway, it turns left at the end, and before then there is a door on the left. The enemy is down here, and we charge them (me and a few others) as they come out from around the corner and the door. I'm in the lead and shoulder bash two on them, the third one I just straight punch in the face with my right hand. My pinky finger gets broken from the impact and I dart off into the room on the left. In here is pretty a bathroom, with windows on the other side of the room that look out over a nice forest scenery. 3 enemies are in this room, nursing their wounds, and they don't care that I'm in there. I sit down on floor and lean against the bath tub. Another enemy walks in, I say "hey man, my fingers broken" in an attempt to call truce. He stomps on my chest with his right leg and pins me down. I think 'Uh oh' and how intense this situation is, there doesn't seem much chance for me to get out since he's much bigger than me. I smack his leg off my chest, he stumbles a bit and I hook my leg up around his neck, squeeze, then do an insane grapple-throw and knock him out.

Dream 2 - Storming the witches house
Background: There is a witch (who is my neighbour R) that has taken over my parents house and made it her domain. She had enslaved a few people, and my friends had been captured and turned into little figurines.
I see that the witch has gone out, she will be home shortly though as I can see her walking down the mountain. I dash in the main driveway and run towards the house, finding my way inside I try to find what I'm looking for (my friends). I run to the end of the house, I can see the witch walking towards the house on the main driveway, I crouch down so she doesn't spot me. As she rounds a corner and heads into the main entrance, I bolt onto the deck and down the stairs, I see her slave taking a leak (it was a girl, but she had man's member for some reason). The slave was carrying a box, and I instantly know that the figurines of my friends are in there, so I bolt past and swipe it while she's preoccupied. There are others robbing the house and rebelling against her tyranny too, we all run in different directions as she discovers that there are intruders. I jump into the bushes and decide to break the figurines to release my friends.

I go to bed at 11:30PM. I'm woken by a kid at some time during the night, then I wake naturally at 4:30.

Going to the movies
I'm at home at my computer ordering movie tickets. I''m appalled that the normal price is $40, but I'm thankful that online I can get them for $7 each. I get enough tickets for our group to go see <movie>. Now we're at the movie theater. It's one of these old glitzy places, but it actually looks pretty good for its age. We're all dressed up really well. The place is huge: I'm not aware of the ceiling or of the far walls. We're standing in the middle of the huge space. Nearby, I see a huge sign covered in gold frufru around the edge. I think that maybe this board will tell us where to go to get to our movie, so Steve and I walk over to check it out. The board does have information about the movies, but none of it looks anything like what's on our tickets. I wonder if I somehow purchased tickets for the wrong theater (though I can't imagine how that could have happened), and I wonder if it wouldn't just be easier to buy new ones here, but Steve can't stand the idea of wasting the money on the initial ticket costs plus the crazy markup we'd have to pay to buy the new tickets here. Right behind us is some kind of informational desk. Steve goes over and shows the attendant (an older black man with fairly dark skin) his ticket. The man is incredibly scornful and condescending, saying that our tickets are for 77 and we're currently on 177, can't we read? I don't even know what those numbers mean, but now I'm afraid to ask him in case he gets even more scornful. He visibly gets himself under control, apologizes for being so rude, then starts telling us about this place. As Steve is talking to the information guy, I see my old friend Jamie M walk by. He's holding a violin and dressed in a white shirt and black pants, and I wonder if he'll be performing tonight. He comes up to me and asks if I know if anyone's had any success getting on the WiFi. I throw my head back and laugh a HAHAHA laugh, since the people around here aren't exactly technically savvy. I get myself under control and tell him as much.

Now I'm going to audition for a part with my old coworker Dave Z. We're walking along a wide sidewalk in a city, and dusk is falling. Eventually we reach an unmarked door in the side of an indistinct building. I'm skeptical, but he grins and tells me it's in here. Now we're inside and need to get to the fourth floor. He's going to take the stairs, but I decide the elevator would be better. After waiting for the elevator for a moment, I realize it's not coming soon and dash after Dave to take the stairs with him. These stairs are HUGE, very wide, and with dozens of feet between each story. Now we've made it to the second floor. I check the elevator bank to see if there's one here, but there isn't. We continue. At the third floor, I check the elevators again, but then realize there's a very important reason that I couldn't take the elevator even if it were here.


Fetching the kids
I've gone to fetch my kids from where they've spent the last few hours with the B'n family. I'm in a long room that I think is a dormitory with many many beds. I can hear my family, but I can't see them yet: I'm hidden from them by some kind of huge block. I climb to the top of a nearby bunk bed and decide to lay there for a minute listening to them. At the top of the bed, I find it's actually two pieces: one for my upper body and one for my feet, with a gap in-between. It's really uncomfortable, so I manage to hook the foot part with my feet and slide it back towards me, closing the gap completely. I have to bend my knees now, but it's better than having the gap. My second daughter realizes I'm here and comes over and climbs up, wanting to snuggle. We lay there together while the other kids play for a few more minutes.


Fragment: I'm in a big hotel(?) room, then out in the hallway talking to someone.


I return to bed at 4:45 and wake naturally around 7.