non-lucid

Last night bed 10pm - 5am

DR 5am
1. I'm stacking shelves

2. We are out in the forest with a class and my biology teacher H from grade school. I'm surprised and happy to see her again. The forest is pretty, quite unusual.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I think I've been here before in another dream. There was a strange apartment with a long glass window and I saw a horse inside the house... There were also some dangerous, violent individuals, acting like zombies... It seems the same place, it has the same feeling to it.
I see people around, but they seem harmless, normal. Only a bit desperate. Then this guy arrives. He wears a white suit and has long white hair. He is not handsome, but there's something attractive about him. But as soon as he talks, I recognize him. Shit, he has been appearing a lot. He adresses all these people, he offers them a chance, a path, a hope, if only they sign this contract with him. I warn them "don't do it! he'll take your soul!", but they don't care, they ignore me. He comes agressively towards me. Although his face and demeanour remain the same, I see him as he truly is: monstrous! I feel terror, but I hold my ground. "No! You'll never have my soul! Leave me alone!" I run away.

One day, I was rise by dragon and about time when I am teenager and I run away so of course dragon want find me but dragon couldn't find me for many years so I getting older until about 24 years old so I become so powerful wizard ever and someone need my help but the reward was 500,000 gold so I accept that quest an I has to go into tower and I did arrive and there was so dark theme with blak sky and dead tree everywhere but there huge door into tower so I enter it and suprised by many undead and goblins together so I try be friendly to them but they become too mad so rush to me and I use dragon fireball to burn all of them to ash so I walk up to too of tower and it was easy to find red shine stone so I grab it then realized that tower are going to collasped so I rush down and the strange mix troll and goblin king from (hobbit movie) and I try kill easy way but it won't die easy so I use wind to force his legs down and I rush to his head and try absorb power from his body an it was look alike red glow ball come out of his head and I feel alike amazing whn red glow ball into myself and I become more much powerful than before and I know that tower are down soon but I found 3 more monster but smaller than first one and I try fighting and kill all of them but absorb from one monster with blue glow ball then tower start break down then I was sliding on stair until I on bottom but while midair I was glance from break wall and I saw my dragon that who use me and I arrive bottom and I saw dragon fly and loud land and mad at me and I try tell I'm sorry but that dragon's forgive is kill me but it was long rough battle but I manage to pin dragon down and I try kill her by absorb dragon power but I manage get rainbow glow ball come out 3/4 way but dragon was too strong that actually tear my own skin off but I quick get my knife and slice head off and sound of it was THUD! I was in shocking and lot people from village was so happy and want celebrated and I of course got angry and kill lot villager then knee on ground and I was crying and villager was grab me and put me in powerless jail wagon to force me to have no power but I got that mad then I scream and use all of my power of fire then there huge similar to atomic bomb but much more and it was destroy whole world then I woke up

In my first dream, I was at the beach with some people and a pretty girl with black hair. We were talking and I remember saying that the Air Guard sucked and I should of enlisted in the Marines.
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In my other dream, I was in a fancy hotel and was with a group of people. I was talking about something. We were getting ready to leave so the pools were getting turned off but I kept swimming. In the casino area, I saw 2 black kids beating up a white kid in the casino area so I went to beat up the black kids. They ran when they saw me and I told them to fight like fucking men. One of the black kids and I then started talking and he was playing one of the machines and pulled out hundreds of dollars in $20 bills. While he wasn't looking, I grabbed a 10, 20, and a 1 and stuffed them in my pocket. I left back towards the pool and noticed the kid found out money was missing. I jumped into the poo and then he came at me with an ice axe. I blocked his attack and asked WTF. He asked about his money and I told him I didn't have anything and to go check the machines. He didn't find anything and attacked me again but instead of just blocking the ice axe, I grabbed it and flung it across the building where a lot of people where. I told him I'll help him find it and for him to get his axe. I looked for a place where he couldn't see me and pulled out some money. When he got to the casino I told him I forgot to give you this and gave him some bills. He said thanks. The then noticed that wasn't the total amount and started looking again. I went to a machine and then told him that this was the rest. I told him I had hidden the money there because I saw some cop-looking dudes walk buy. He took it and I walked away. I kept the $1 bill. I was then walking in a restaurant with some tall blonde guy asking where he could get alcohol for his drink.

Total sleep: 5 hours
Daytime Techniques: Reality Checks. Asking myself whether or not this is a dream whenever something felt weird or randomly through out the day.

I went to bed around 10:30 expecting to wake up at 6:45 to write in my journal. I also set an alarm for 6am to try RILD.

Dream Title: Supernatural - fragment

Spoiler for for full analysis:

Dream: Something about Sam and Dean or something based on the show Supernatural.
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 0
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) 0
Length: NA
Emotions: NA
Dream Signs: TV show, night

Woke up around 2am. Didn’t try to remember this supernatural dream because I was too excited to try RILD, which requires you to wake up right before your REM cycle and go to sleep immediately. Throughout the day I tried clapping my hands in order to establish a rhythm. To be honest I’ve done it only a few times because I thought I didn’t need to practice clapping. I knew if that didn’t work I could always just pretend i’m walking or snapping my fingers, whatever. Focusing too much on doing the clapping made me not sleepy and as a result I ended up staying up until about 3:30 am.

Dream Title: Grandfather death threat

Spoiler for for full dream:

Dream: Don’t recall how it all started, but I was in the same place as my mom and my grandfather. Possibly some other characters. It was time to go to bed and I retired to the bedroom. I was watching something on my iPad as my mom opened the door and said that she has terrible news for me. There were death threats to my grandfather. And he had to leave the country. I ran out into the main room and hugged him.
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 2
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) 2
Length: 1 hour
Emotions: Sadness, scared
Dream Signs: Night, relative’s death

Dream Title: Beer run

Spoiler for for full dream:

Dream: I am driving up my apartment complex road. It is winter. Something seems to be blocking the path. May be snow. I am forced to park substantially earlier. I get out of the car and hear a couple of guys discussing how they need to go to the liquor store. I don’t remember why but I get back inside my car and they get in with me. I look at them and think “Ok, fuck it I’ll give you guys a ride.” The liquor store is very lit. It reminds me of how apple stores are in the mall. Also instead of selling alcohol in bulk they sell them by the bottle and a bunch of people are just standing around drinking. In order to enter I have to give my credit card and my ID. I take out my wallet to order and it is see through and inside of it is all water and ice. For some reason my wallet goes back to normal by the time I have to give my credit card. “But I gave it at the entrance! How stupid and frustrating.” - I say to myself.
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 3
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) 2
Length: 30 mins
Emotions: Frustration
Dream Signs: Night, Bar

My alarm wakes me at 6am. I try RILD only to run in the same problem as before. Any sort of motion I try to imagine just makes me more awake. Am I not ready to try this? Is it just one bad experience since my sleep wasn’t that strong anyway? Apparently I snoozed instead of shutting the alarm off, so it rings again at 6:09. Then my girlfriend’s alarm finishes off any hopes of salvaging another dream at 6:30.

Being able to recall multiple dreams is definitely an improvement.

The OFFICIAL Foxrally Dream History Textbook

Still not much dream recall today, although I'm satisfied with my efforts. I woke up in the night seemingly in the middle of a dream (around 5 hours after I went to bed), and I realized it was a great time to practice WBTB for the first time.

I didn't stay up long though. I was afraid that if I washed my face I wouldn't go to sleep as easily and lose memories of the dream. I stayed up for around 5-8 minutes, probably not enough to LD later.

Dream Fragment:

I remember someone wearing a bat man suit. I was in a place that looked like Gotham City.

YAWN.
had a rather lengthy dream but the story was quite convoluted, not as bad as last night I suppose ... and anyway it feels like I forgot most of it already. too tired for this recall stuff. someone make me nap after class today. aaaaaa.

I'm breakin' this dream into two fragments cause recall so baaaad~

(note: when my alarm went off I totally laid in bed remembering my dream but I think it failed because I was tired, so I was too asleep to really think about why I needed to recall everything. and I sort of drifted in and out of sleep while I was doin' that so that may have made me forget some things. sleep so important, yo)

Fragment 1 - Spiny Shrimp Scientist
Bein' in a tide pool watching a couple different scientists perform experiments at various times. One of 'em was a spiky sea shrimp of some sort. I remember being impressed by his dexterity as he maneuvered around inside the tide pool, moving things around, doin' stuff like plugging a tube into something. Neat.

Fragment 2 - Time Travel Girl Mystery
There was a scientist girl who managed to travel through time into the future using a device she built, except it sort of went wrong. I remember seeing the actual attempt, with her in the machine she'd built in the middle of her lab. First it was just some sparks on her body and she was smiling like okay sure this will work, but then there was just a lot of electricity all over her and her screaming and it was like you know she dead. She wasn't, though. She time-traveled but I think she was sort of scarred by what happened.

Then I was there, in her lab after everything, just super intrigued by what had happened and wanting to know why she'd built it and what she'd been hoping to accomplish. I remember investigating a book shelf and checking out little devices on her desks. Meanwhile, my mom was chattering away in the background, which made it impossible to think, until I sort of got mad at her. And then I felt bad right away :U

Anyway the cool thing about this fragment is that I was genuinely emotionally invested and curious about her story. COOL.

I'm in a large open space in an office building, trying to find the elevator to get down to the ground floor. I find some open stairs in a lobby area and decide it's only a few floors so I could just walk it. I realize as I reach the stairs that there are holographic interfaces over the railings. The interface on the landing should have a map I can look at, but I can't quite seem to line myself up with it; I keep seeing the one for the stair portion, which only has the time.

Finally I make it to the bottom of the stairs. Through the earpiece of my radio, I hear that the operation is almost complete. Men in suits looking serious are walking around. CJ Craig, the President's chief of staff, is confirming things to people over the radio. I hear her say that yes, she really is Amanda Tapping. She's in charge of the operation and wraps it up.

Now I'm in a large room full of people who look like reporters. The staff room is crowded around because we've just finished the operation that was really long and hard. We're finally done, and a guy gets down on one knee and proposes to his girlfriend, who says yes. We get some news that the income tax in our state has indeed finally been repealed, which is related to the big project we've all been working on. Someone tosses the happy couple a present that they were holding back until the news went through because they didn't want the couple to have to pay the taxes.

The mood is quite cheery. I'm making my way around the perimeter of the group towards the back wall, climbing up on some desks in the cramped room to get around people. Mackenzie McKay, feeling like the general who has just won the war, shouts out to no one in particular that she will receive the finest of the deli meats from the conquered, as well as some nice cheeses. I'm climbing out the window to get on with my next assignment, and I say I will bring you the flesh of their beasts! I also somehow say aye aye, and a coworker tells me quietly that they've "tried that talk before, it didn't help" meaning that implying she's a captain only made her more pompous.

I try to think of better phrasing for my beastflesh comment when I'm rudely interrupted. I'm now most of the way out of the window onto a stack of crates on the tarmac, and there's a llama here that has bitten and pulled away the navy blue jacket I was holding in my hand. It's unsatisfied with my jacket and proceeds to bite at my arm insistently, which is quite alarming. I try to think back how a horse would react and find it strange that it's not skittish.

Date: 3/27/2014 (Wed)
Total sleep: >6 hrs
Daytime Techniques: Text Search, RCs, Visualization, Mantras
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, Visualization
Recall Techniques: Mantras
Fell Asleep: Sometime after 11:30 pm
Dream Title: Daughter’s Birthday Party
Dream: I vaguely remember driving to this place. I am in a very large room. It appears to be in an old mansion. The furnishings are ornate dark wood. There is a long, wide set of steps with ornate hand rails and red, black and white oriental carpeting. My old high school friend Joe K is with me. He is wearing workout cloths (tank top , blue shorts, white sneakers, and a white head band). He wants to do dips, but the piece of equipment he is trying to use is broken. The handles are set down too low, about a foot off the ground. I realize there is another piece of equipment he could use. I walk to it, but the two handles are too close together for anyone to get their body between them. I look closely at the handles and realize they can be adjusted, but it would require removing bolts and I don’t have any tools. **Jump** I am still in the same room, but the exercise equipment is gone. There are people in the room who I don’t recognize…yet I feel perfectly comfortable. I know it is my daughter’s birthday party. There is a long ornate dark wood table surrounded by chairs (looks like it could seat 20 people). I am standing at one end. My wife is there and wants to take pictures of the cake. I look at the cake; it is a ½ sheet cake with white frosting. In the middle of the cake is a plastic frame to hold a picture. I briefly wonder why there is nothing written on the cake. The picture is of the cake, on the table, with my daughter’s biological father lying next to it. I know it is her dad, but he looks like Antonio Banderas. . I briefly wonder why there is nothing written on the cake. My wife wants to take a similar picture with her lying next to the cake and wants me to stand on the table to take the picture. I am very annoyed because I down want to stand on the table because we don’t own this house, we are only renting it for the party. My alarm goes off and I awake.
Awake: 5:30 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 11
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D2 = 5
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D3 = 8 min
Emotions: General happiness, annoyance at the end
Dream Signs: In a mansion, exercise equipment that won’t function properly, a childhood friend, daughter’s father appears to be Antonio Banderas, wife asking me to stand the table
Notes: I took magnesium, and 2 capsules of B5 and Chorine. This had some strange effect. When I lay there, with my eyes closed, I was seeing strange images and flashes of color. I am quite happy that I remembered a dream last night. Due to circumstances beyond my control I was kept awake until after 11 pm. Those circumstances caused me to be very emotional, which cause me to have issues falling asleep. I don’t know exactly what time I feel asleep because my clock was covered. I wasn’t expecting to remember any dreams with so little sleep. I awoke to the Police song “Every Breath You Take” playing softly. I shut off the alarm and lay there for a few minutes and shockingly remembered some of the dream I was having just before I woke up.
Text Search Experiment: (Day 4) I paid close attention to text all day yesterday. I repeated my mantras as well. I didn’t notice any text in my dream. However, I specifically noticed that the birthday cake in my dream didn’t have any text on it and briefly wondered why there was not writing on the cake (Happy Birthday???), but didn’t do a reality check.

Morning of March 27, 2014. Thursday.



Despite the date being March 27, my dream self perceives the date as October 31; Halloween. My dream is set in Rockdale, which is a town in New South Wales where I have never been. (Rockdale is about an hour’s drive north from where my wife was born in Port Kembla.)

My family and I are in a large room that seems to be in a school or educational venue but with associations of an informal party. We are on the leftmost side of the room. There are Halloween decorations present, including paper chains of orange and black. There are also drawings and paintings of traditional Australian Aboriginal art and about one-fourth of the others are of Australian Aboriginal heritage.

The teacher seems to have similar attributes as my wife Zsuzsanna. Most of the students are from about three years to about sixteen. I seem to be young, perhaps around eighteen, even though I am vaguely aware of my conscious self identity, though not enough to trigger lucidity.

On my left, I see a handmade A2 poster, presumably made by some of the students. It seems to be about my heritage, including a family tree. However, in looking more closely, I see it claims that I am from the town of Tecumseh in Ontario, Canada. Other towns are mentioned - mostly variations of “Tecumseh” and my last name (which happens to be an actual town in Missouri). Thus, instead of being a reliable family tree, it is a “travel tree” relating to where people are from or have been (though its details are incorrect).

I am offered to select from a sheet pan (baking tray) of cinnamon rolls. They are made to look like snails. I pick up one of them and eat it. It has a very nice flavor, somewhat like baklava, with a bit of strawberry.

Later, an unfamiliar girl goes outside at the request of the teacher. It seems related to a traditional event. Soon, I and others follow. A tornadic waterspout approaches from the distance, following the road, heading towards our building. It seems threatening, yet there is a remarkable beauty in its shininess and overall appearance. The young girl seems to have goddess-like powers and purpose. She hovers about three feet above the ground, with arms horizontally outwards to each side. She performs a pirouette in mid-air, implying some sort of counter-force as the waterspout moves closer. Its winds throw her into a scaffold, head first (causing brief unconsciousness), though the tornadic forces do become a bit weaker and less of a threat. (This seems to be a variation of a dream from early childhood where I was about to stop a tornado by turning a merry-go-round to counteract it, knowing I would win against it. This part of my dream also seems to have an association with the “Deep Space Nine” episode “The Storyteller” regarding a traditional defeat of a monster cloud by a chosen person. The storm cloud was called “Dal'Rok”, similar to “Rockdale” with the syllables reversed, which is probably not a coincidence as dreams often distort words in this way.)

The girl recovers quickly and gets up to do more pirouettes, each one just slightly touching the outer forces of the tornadic waterspout and making it smaller each time. There is a change in its color each time. I decide to help her. I go and get the sheet pan and throw the “snails” (cinnamon rolls) into the twister. Each time, there is also a beautiful spread of different colors. Eventually, in lessening it each time with both our acts, it dissipates.

I look back and see that other people, coming out of the building, are very happy and appreciative that we have defeated the storm. A few of them even applaud as I wake.

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Although this dream is obviously RAS-based waking symbolism as is usually the case, there are presumably also spiritual associations (Yin and Yang balance) with the affirmation “I am made of the healthiest energies in the universe” utilized with special audio for several hours and before this dream. This also comes from the line “snips and snails” after “what are little boys made of?” and “sugar and spice” after “what are little girls made of?”, thus my preconscious creates snails made of sugar and spice to symbolize balance and unity as related to health, additionally symbolized by the Yin and Yang implication of opposite tornadic forces, first appearing in my dreams as such in early childhood. Although a sustained affirmation directly influenced this dream, I do not consider it scripted (which involves most dream detail deliberately structured beforehand, not just a foundational affirmation).

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Of course, on a mundane level (core symbolism of the dream state itself), a tornado is simply the augmented association with RAS when linked with inner ear dynamics (similar to what triggers dizziness or passing out in real life, the opposite of waking symbolism). This is validated by the snails, which visually also symbolize RAS inner ear dynamics (cochlea, though it is the vestibular apparatus directly linked to balance, though cochlea implants are known to cause dizziness in people who get them).

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Additional personal notes: As it was a waterspout (though on land), this dream fits into the “water lowering waking symbolism”, a factor of at least one dream per sleeping period for over fifty years. However, such waking symbolism is typically not a dream self dynamic, more often occurring on its own or with a passive focus.

Both the teacher and the young girl in the final segment seemed to be different versions of Zsuzsanna, who was also present, though younger than the teacher version.

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All I remember from my dream was a ship on a body of water

I was in a kitchen, but a really small and narrow one... or at least just a part of the kitchen. There were pizza boxes with a circular dough sitting on top of foil in each box. They were sitting in a metal drawer to my right. A bowl of pig fat and a bottle of tomato paste appeared. They were the ingredients for tomato sauce. I opened a box and spread cheese on it, and placed it in the oven. I grabbed a second box and begin to put cheese on it. I then remembered that I forgot to put tomato sauce on the first one! I checked the oven and the pizza looked alright... I then squeezed the tomato paste in to the bowl of pig fat. The tomato paste was pink and clumpy. I mixed it but it was too thick. I squeezed in more tomato paste but it was still the same.

A fragment where a character was referred to first as Silverhand, and then specifically as Airgetlám.

An army and civilian followers are camped around a castle they're allied with, south of their home. Their next ruler is with them, but he hadn't officially taken the throne yet. Now, someone still in their home country is making his own move for the throne; in response to that, the one with the army is standing up in front of his people and officially declaring himself king. This gets a mixed response - some people ask, by what right? Even though they were already following him, you still can't just crown yourself.

A woman's sitting on the outskirts of that crowd listening to his speech, by the top of a cliff, with three gnome-like creatures. She seems amused by the speech. One of the gnome-things distracts her from it by making too much noise - she casually kicks it off the cliff. One of the other gnome-things then grabs her by the foot and does the same to her, much to her surprise.

IMMA TRY TO HURRY UP AND WRITE THIS OUT SO I CAN MOVE ON TO OTHER LIFE THINGS

Dream - Chewed-up Story Part II
Basically, in this dream... the perspective was all screwed up (no offense, brain), so that while the main story held strong ("An Unlikely Friendship"), the two main characters kept swapping out. Player 1 alternated between being a black kitten, me, and the Agro horse from Shadow of the Colossus, while the Player 2 character was either a black dog, my brother, a sort of horse/dog mix, or the apostle Paul.

At least I think that's what happened.

Overall it was as though someone had taken a bunch of story elements, chewed 'em up, and then spat them out, and pretty much left the story like that. Or it was sort of like the storyline being in the middle while the characters and setting mutate by turns.

So it started off in a school or a facility of SOME kind, where a tiny black kitten was found, apparently dead. Then it started to move, and boom, suddenly it was unexpectedly alive. Huzzah. A large black dog took a liking to it, and they became unlikely friends.

Then there was something about my brother and I being in the facility (I being the black kitten character, him being the black dog character), which was now leaning more towards a boarding school. Don't really remember that part, my outline isn't very helpful.

And lastly there was some third phase where I had been replaced by the horse Agro from Shadow of the Colossus, and Ben had been replaced by a large dog. Except I was now talking to Ben about this story, which had apparently happened some time ago in the past, about how happy I was that this was a thing that had actually happened in real life. I was like man, it's so exciting that a horse and a dog actually became friends, even though it was way back in the medieval ages. At this point the large dog had a sort of odd mane that I remember stroking. Very unusual texture to it.

Last part was something about the dog having become the apostle Paul and angrily arguing with/holding off some other people in order to protect his companion. Or something like that.

THE TAKEAWAY FROM THIS is that my brain has become overexcited by story elements and needs to calm down. Or something like that. I don't really know. IM TIRED. I have to do Linear Algebra homework right now. hhhhhaaaaaaa. brain i love stories but could you please be more consistent next time~

OKAY I outlined this dream last night and reading it now it's crazy. Geez.

Dream - Chewed-up Story Part I
So I was in some office or perhaps a school building, and there were all kinds of crazy things happening. For instance, at one point Mr and Mrs Incredible showed up. He was totally in love with her, and she had a similar body shape to him and bright orange curly hair and a weird crazy face, and also she was a fake version of his wife.

I may have been a college kid or somethin'. I remember bein' on a field trip, we were just walking around outside following the professor around while she showed us various wildlife. Or something like that. I guess we were the type of students to just never go outside, 'cause the wildlife was just regular old sparrows and squirrels and junk.

UHHH then at some point Ben was explaining something to me, I'm not sure what. Just, y'know, fillin' me in on information.

The thing he was explaining was the backstory of this bicycle-athlete and/or tennis player, who I believe was originally shown passed out on the university building's front porch, before getting up and proceeding to be absolutely fabulous. But he had a dark side... he may have been a spy of some sort. Super popular though.

Uh so next I should explain about this one dream power where I was able to change how other people thought simply by sticking two fingers into their head (phasing harmlessly right through to their brain), and then concentrating on the new idea I wanted them to have. Which was pretty neat. I remember doing that to the bicycle guy, and also to the Mrs Incredible lady, because Mr and Mrs Incredible were havin' to travel down these tube slide things and she was kinda scared and then I just changed her thought to make her not scared! Wooo.

Maybe next time I'm lucid I'll make that a conscious dream power. Like, it was really cool because I could sort of feel their thoughts, and being able to change them was a powerful ability... I'd like for that to be a dream skill of mine, like flying. Make allies out of enemies and enemies out of allies, turn one guy against his comrades, convince another to lead me to a stronghold, really the opportunities are endless~

Oh yeah I think at the time I was a ghost, though. It was a lot like that game, The Novelist, in that way.

UHM then there was a third-person bit about students going outside to see the wildlife, same as before, and then them trying out a professor-led experiment where they offered free food to sparrows. And the sparrows were like, all eager to try it out, but at the same time very suspicious because there were no humans nearby for them to gauge things by. They weren't sure what the proper course of action was, without humans.

Uhhh I may have also been a business person at another time. I remember there being some co-worker that I really hated, I remember him being just so whiny and me sitting there getting ready to punch him in the face just to get him to be quiet. Think that was the last thing before my alarm went off.

This is just, probably not in the right order at all. It's really impossible to tell. And y'know there were no callbacks to other parts of the dreams so you could pretty much arrange them however the heck you wanted. I wouldn't worry about it.