DoubleHelix

July 31, 2016: Optimen BID, B6, 100mg h.s.: I am in what appears to be a dormitory setting complete with a full kitchen. I meet an attractive college-age female dream character who says her name is Joanne. I asked her if she would like to take a motorcycle ride with me to buy a new suit. She says she would like to accompany me except she has a doctors appointment to have a cyst in her throat assessed.

A male dream character appears in the kitchen standing next to the counter upon which is a blender. He says to Joanne that he would be willing to call her doctor to cancel the appointment so that she would not have to pay a late cancellation fee, and she agrees to that plan of action. Joanne says she will meet me at the store.

I step out into the hall and mount my Ultra Classic. I look at the dashboard and there is a clear film over some of the control buttons like when you buy a new iPhone. I start to pick at the plastic. After the plastic is removed I make adjustments to the windscreen, and wheel the motorcycle to the outside, where I find the road is wet from an ongoing misty rain.

I mount the motorcycle and look to my left. There is a Marshals directly across the street, however it is across a divided highway and there does not appear to be a direct route to get there. I’m forced to turn right on what starts out to be a paved road. I make my first left. On my left is an abandoned Shell gas station. It is surrounded by a chain link fence. The road becomes a damp, puddled, rutted sandy dirt road with many fallen tree branches the size of telephone poles. The road also has some slippery wet rocks in the distance. My son S. appears and he scrambles on foot over these obstructions ahead of me. I try to negotiate the heavy touring motorcycle over and past these obstructions until I am thwarted by a large wet boulder.

The dream scene shifts. I am standing on what appears to be a well-lit high school auditorium stage. To my left is a cheap picnic table covered in a white tablecloth. There are three folding chairs on the far side - none on the near side. Joanne is seated in the middle chair. Her mouth is covered by what appears to be a large Band-Aid. To her right, a child sized doll it's seated with a yellow balloon in its lap. Although it is a pleasant looking doll there is something creepy about its character. I wake. Time is 3:00am.

July 30, 2016: 1 Optimen BID plus B6 supplement H.S. I am standing behind a woman in a tight, sheer, grey knit dress. My chin is on her right shoulder and I am gazing down at her breasts while my hands pass over her hips and casually up to her breasts, which I cup and jiggle with both hands. She offers no objection. After a moment she turns her head and speaks into my ear "You should make your head really tiny and look inside one of the cells inside your body and describe what you see as one of the tasks of the month." I became instantly lucid. I can smell the shampoo of her hair!

I look around and see that we are standing on the front lawn of a bank, or perhaps an elementary school. I realize that I am groping this woman in a what appears to be public place in broad daylight. I feel a momentary sense of alarm/embarrassment but soon realize there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. Her prompt causes me to remember that I wrote down the list of July TOTM’s and that the list is on my nightstand. I recall that one of the tasks was to pull a DC’s pants down, but there is no one else present, so I can't complete the task. I'm frustrated because I can’t remember any of the other tasks. I wake. Time 4:54am

July 16, 2016: I am climbing down a steep incline of large boulders at the beach towards a tidal pool. The rocks are slippery with moss and I have to step with care. The day is bright and clear. The ocean water in the distance breaks with large waves from right to left. There is a strip of beach sand at the front of the tidal pool. The blue-green ocean waves appear to be approximately 30 yards in the distance. The boulders surround the tidal pool in a giant horse shoe shape about 300 yards wide with the open end oriented towards the ocean. The scene is quite beautiful and vivid.

As I stand on a boulder adjacent to the water, a column of rocks glide into the title pool as if it were a ship looking for its dock. I can hear voices in the distance objecting to my presence near the edge of the tidal pool. Someone throws a fist-sized rock towards me, but it falls short and splashes into the water. This is followed shortly thereafter by an apple which is thrown in my general direction which also splashes into the water. Apparently, people are playing a Tetris-like game. The tidal pool is a substitute for a giant computer screen and people on the shore are conjuring up different shapes using rocks the size of garbage pails and causing them to magically travel into the watery alcove. I realize the object of the game is to fit different configurations of boulders into specific patterns in the pool.

I watch several pieces of Tetris-boulder pieces shaped like an “I" and an “L" glide into place before yielding to the objection of the unseen players and leaving my position on the mossy boulder at the edge of the pool. I clamber up and out of the rocky horse shoe and soon find myself in what appears to be a shopping mall. I walk about the mall entering different small shops and rooms looking for my way out. I inadvertently enter what appears to be a dressing room with approximately six fully naked women, one of which is an African-American with small breasts. No one seems embarrassed or upset. I make a brief apology and leave. I wake.