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Round 1 of dreams.

I remembered more from these dreams but couldn't re-remember it later.

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Round 2 of dreams.

I had lots of dreams of being angry at smokers. One woman was someone from the phone meetings. I think I threw her cancer stick in a puddle. Another woman was a smoker and lived behind me. I would yell at her over the fence, and she yelled back at me. I was glad to ruin her smoking time and thought she was un-intelligent for defending her "right" (which really isn't a "right") to smoke. When all smoking does it harm her and others.

There were some parts where I was in a basement. There was a yellowish couch. And grey paint. I remember the couch was perpendicular to the TV. I rotated it so it faced the TV. There was a video game console and it used a disc as the memory card. I also remember some stair climbers in there.

I remember sitting with my Aunt C and maybe other relatives at some tables. We had white credit card kind of things. On the back they had some combinations of letters and numbers. They were cut in half. When we combined them, if they had the right combination of letters and numbers, we might win a prize. Two of our things combined to form a word.

I also had to fill out a form with my secondary hobbies. I put Electrical Engineering as my major, which is what I did in college. Then for hobbies, I put oneironautics, exercise science, nutrition, and maybe something else. It was on a form on white paper.

I woke up and recalled them. Then let it go to RBFA.

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Round 3 of dreams.

I fought with more smokers in these dreams. Eventually, that part was over. I remember standing outside in the daylight. Mrs. M, my friend A M's mom, walked by. She told me I seemed a little "cocky" about fighting the smokers. I was offended that this word choice. As she walked away, I said, "I know what I'm doing!!!" My Uncle G was near by and he seemed to appreciate the clean air. Even my dad seemed to smile at me for fighting for what's right.

I also dreamed again of that basement. This time there were some people coming down to the basement. I remember two women. They wanted to use the stair climber machines.

I probably forgot stuff in the middle. I remember being in the school hallway with a football coach guy and some people from high school football. I think it was M K or K P who punched a smaller guy in the shoulder. He looked hurt. I wanted to try to stand up for him but wasn't sure of the exact situation yet.

I remember there was a woman in these dreams who has no correspondence to anyone in waking life. She was a little younger than me, maybe 2-3 years younger than me. And kind of tan. I remember she was a recurring character in tonight's dreams. I saw her in the hall way. I think it was at the end of these dreams. She had a piece of tan construction paper with some writing. She was walking one way in the hall as I walked the other way.

RBFA.

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Round 4 of dreams.

In these dreams I remember going with some friends. We were headed towards a beach to do a kayak trip. I was wondering how to bring my kayak. They were holding some giant road signs, like from the highway. I wondered where their kayaks were. I think M B was there. It turned out they were all renting kayaks. I felt embarrassed not to have the money to rent one. I said I was still preparing so I could get a kayak next time.

I saw the woman from earlier dreams in the hall way. I don't remember ever hearing her name but it was like we were in a relationship. I started to tell her the kayak story. Then a blonde woman stood next to her and smiled at me. I couldn't quite understand why. I said that I was telling the other woman my kayak story. I felt embarrassed that my interest in the original woman was found out by her friend, who said her name was "Gabriella". (No waking life correspondance.)

RBFA.

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Round 5 of dreams.

These dreams had a lot of continuity. I remember being at a beach or a library, or a combination.

I was trying to find the woman I liked again. She didn't seem to be around. Then I came accross this guitar thing. It had 2 sets of strings near each other. One with 4 strings, one with 3 strings. I asked, is that the same guitar that Andy McKee plays? And someone there said it sure was. I played some of the notes and they sounded pretty good. I also thought this might impress the woman I liked.

I couldn't take the instrument yet because, as the person there demonstrated to me, a string was missing. So we had to use one of these little bolt screw things to get the string in there. However, they didn't line up right. We decided we would have to do some soldering. The other person there soldered one string. I wanted to solder the next one, so I could be more involved. However, I was worried about the fumes from the soldering, and there was no mask or exhaust. There was a piece of solder in a "C" shape on the wire. But before I got the iron to it, I realized I had been waiting to go to the bathroom. So I really needed to go!

In the dream, I went to find the bathroom. I was afraid it would be far away. I was so mad at "civilization" for limiting bathroom use to one little room. I walked through a class room and the teacher was in the bathroom there. The door was partially open and I think I saw his leg. He said he would be 7 minutes. '7 minutes?!' I thought. 'I can't wait 7 minutes!'

I saw another room that might be a bathroom. When I went in I saw the word, "Women". People objected to me going in there but I didn't care! I couldn't wait 7 minutes. I was so mad that I wouldn't be allowed to just go to the bathroom outside. I guess I do get angry when I am stuck "holding it in".

RBFA.

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Round 6 of dreams.

I woke up for a moment but didn't recall any dreams from that sleep. So I just went over rounds 1 through 5 in my head.

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Rounds 7 and onward of dreams were a lot of RBFA'ing.

There was one scene in which a pack of wolves were living in my front lawn. One baby wolf went out towards the road, behind where my car is in waking life. The parent wolf went after it and brought it back to behind the bushes, underneath the window on the right. Then the parent wold kept biting the little wolf. I felt bad that it was essentially a punishment.

There was another dream about a guy in a white jump suit thing, doing a presentation in front of a white board. I forgot what it was about, but after the video ended, it showed his bloopers. During the bloopers it showed him getting so excited about the subject matter that he wet his pants. It showed it happening two separate times and that wasn't even all the bloopers! His reaction when he saw that he had wet his pants one of great surprise.

In yet another dream, I went into a gym. There was a heavy guy on a stair climber. Maybe another woman there. I think I looked on the stair climber a little bit. Then, I went up into this attic thing. It was kinda dark. I think it was like a barn with some plants to take care of. I only remember it vaguely but I think I made a mistake on one of the plants.

Another dream involved my sister. I was asking her to play a riff on the low E string of my guitar with frets 3, 7 and 8. She didn't really want to play it. I picked up my guitar and did some playing. But I was including other notes on the low E string, too. I think the sound was pretty clear within the dream.

Then there was something at a building like a school. I know there were lockers in the hall. I had a drop down menu to select what type of smoke was there, as a way of complaining about it. I remember the thing said one option was water vapor GTS or something like that. That was the one I selected. There was a smoker who talked to me. I said if its a vapor thing, just don't let me see you doing it. He said he wouldn't let the leader of the "anti cigarettes club" catch him.

The last scene I remember was about a cell phone plan. It used one of those toy dispensers with the little plastic cases to explain how the phone plan worked. The toy dispenser was full of little black cases. One for each day of the month. Then it showed a purple plastic easter egg kind of thing with a line around the circumference. It was being cut open by scissors. That represented that day's cell phone service.

I kept RBFA'ing after each dream until eventually I didn't have any more sleep. Once I can tell I've slept enough, I gradually get up. When I first looked at the clock it was 7:30 A M which means I slept a lot. I think I was asleep by 9. I feel pretty rested today.

Morning of June 14, 2018. Thursday.



My current conscious self identity is mostly stripped away and my dream self is cast back into the front yard of my Cubitis home (where I have not lived since 1978). However, the thread of awareness of having Zsuzsanna as my wife is present to a degree and I otherwise feel as myself in terms of age. I can assume that this is meant to be our home in this dream. Semi-darkness might indicate it is night, but the perception of time is mostly ambiguous and not clearly defined as in many other dreams.

Precursory preconscious factors kick in, this time rendered as two boys that are mischievously trespassing on our front yard. I am closer to the highway at one point. When I go closer to them, I see they are messing around with two long pipes. I am not certain where the pipes came from.

I decide to use one of the pipes as a weapon even though it is about six feet in length. I want to knock them about and make them go out from our front yard. I miss several times, but also strike them on the sides now and then. Eventually, it seems as if they were never there.

I find myself in an unfamiliar area that is implied to be our home, but the room is completely unfamiliar. It seems to be a bathroom. The solid pipe I am holding transforms into a hose and the end of it jumps onto the small metal wheel, as if due to a powerful magnetic force, of a white porcelain bathtub that is on its side. The bathtub is on its left side and facing me. The wheel the hose is stuck to is at the upper left in my view. Zsuzsanna is present. It seems a part of the wall fell off to reveal a hidden storage area, where the old bathtub is on the bottom shelf of two large shelves. The bathtub likely belonged to a previous resident. I notice patches of black dirt here and there. There are other items stored inside this section of wall (which seems to divide the room near the middle) that we had apparently not known about.

I pull on the hose several times (from the other side of the room) to get it off, but it holds firmly. Finally, I go closer and see it has fully attached in the manner of some sort of valve. I press and pull on a thin, circular piece partly inside a pipe near the wheel of the bathtub after partly pulling off part of the edge of the hose as something gives as air hisses out. I feel the rest of the end of the hose release and come off. Apparently, even though the event seemed magnetic at first, it now seems to have been the result of automatic suction, purposely developed for special parts to somehow automatically connect as such.

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I am outside on a climbing trip with some others at what seems to be the Donner Lake area. We approach the short, dark rock, and I see that it is the route named Short Subject (it is a shorter route, and the bolts do lead horizontally, but in the wrong direction. The ground below is flat and not steeply sloping away, like it is in reality). There are already quickdraws set and a faded orange rope running through them. Lucas walks up the route and begins soloing the route. Everyone else in the group is not paying much attention to his climbing, but rather involved in talk amongst themselves. I glance over, and see Luke back on the ground (too soon to have already summited the rock) and slowly rubbing his shoulder. He must have fallen, though, given the time elapsed, not from too high. I am now going to climb this route. I approach the slight incline of rock right before the face and see the shorter, pudgy man with thinning blonde hair who is to be belaying me. I am not entirely sure if he is attached to the rope or not. We exchange a few customary pre-ascension words, in which I relay my unease about soloing this due to my hiatus from climbing. We decide on me just clipping into every draw (with no rope attached to me). I imagine and contemplate the distance between draws that I could not cross if I were clipped into a draw. Nevertheless, I begin to grip the overly chalked starting holds: a small sidepull and a small, knobby pinch, both on the ride side of the arête. As I lift my right foot up to the small foothold, it causes an imbalance that makes my mass begin to swing away from the wall. Someone tells me to use the hold around the corner instead, and I do, diminishing the imbalance. I can now establish myself, and am ready to climb.

I have had 3 ongoing nightmares of home invaders. They don't exactly get a chance to harm me because I have trained my dream consciousness to fight off attackers. Either ninja swords or shotguns, I get the job done. For the first time though, I forced an attacker to tell me their name...and the person said their name was "Christine Young". I don't know anyone by that name, but I sure as hell should them which way the door was. Dream invasion aint cool.

Created Wednesday 13 June 2018

Just got two fragments today.

Scrap Group 1
Watching TV. There was a DC animated show on screen. This turned out to be a crossover with a disappointing work of media.

Driving around a semi-rural highway during late dusk. Several unknown companions (made up for the sake of the dream, I'm sure) were there. We stopped to build a new settlement for our own.