FryingMan

Yesterday:

[DS] = dream sign
[FM] = false memory
+ begin (new) dream content
- begin notes content

+ playing the space war game "empire": furiously typing the commands at the keyboard in dogfights, winning battles as a Kaz, I get about 10 kills accumulated, I'm thinking about changing course, firing phasers, and gorps. Eventually I get killed, come back in as an Orion for some reason

+ epic: I'm lying on the ground [DS] in the middle of a parking lot in daylight (though under the shade of trees?) with some friend. I adjust the comforter underneath me. I'm wondering about how safe it is to be on the ground in the middle of a parking lot where cars drive, a car comes by and we stand up?

In a (work?) parking area high in the South Bay hills, dry golden/brown grasses, there are several colorful cars here, I can't find my car (it's stolen?) and the remaining cars all have very large dents in them: I think the bad guys have stolen (my? a?) car and used it to crash into each of the other cars in the parking lot leaving big damage on each one (like a huge indentation). I'm looking for my car, I think it's a colorful weird-ish station wagon, more curvy than rectangular. This parking lot with dented cars scene happens a few times.

The gang of bad guys is "skiing" up the path to the parking lot. I look out over the view of the huge valley below and think of flying away [DS], but think "too bad that I'm not dreaming and so can't fly" [DS].

I'm walking through a house: a friend (young man) and his mother have just moved here. The house is packed full of potted plants with bright red flowers, they're all along the floor/walls. (Some brief conversation?)

I'm in a room in the parking lot area, the bad guys (leader and thugs) are there with guns. I think I need to dodge them. I'm jumping around in this small room trying to subtly open my waist bag to get out my pepper spray so they won't see what I'm doing. I get out the spray and point it at their faces and it doesn't spray very well. I continue to dodge in closer quarters and I feel that one of the bullet grazes my shoulder. I get my pepper spray to give a good stream and hit the faces of the leader and thug, and make my escape.

As I'm moving away I think I do not want to call the police.

I'm in my childhood home, talking with (family?) I live there with my current family. Suddenly something shocking grabs my attention, (I see a curtain in another room that wasn't there before), I think the bad guys maybe have made this change? I run upstairs to get my pistol from my sister's closet [FM], I think no, I'd rather get my shotgun from my room's closet [FM]. I reach inside the door jam and pick up the shotgun. I cock it open and see the dual barrels are already loaded each with a shell. I snap the gun closed again and see two shells attached to the top of the barrel, I pull them off and put them into my right rear jeans pocket. I think my son S2 must have been using the gun and he usually leaves things a mess. I shake out some (batteries?) from the barrel. I think that I do not want to "try" shooting it of course so I should be careful with the trigger.

I go to the top of the stairs and lie down on the ground adopting a "sniper" position covering the front door, and I see my colleagues come in, they're carrying a bunch of moving boxes of my stuff, and they pile them in the front hallway besides the stairs.

-Today:

- lots of dreams, no night-time recording so lost most of them

+(f) bed, jumping on bed, old adult home (was long)

+ bedroom outside, there's a wall to prevent people walking on the path from looking directly at you, guy working there, the cook rings for the meal, I gather my Sierra cup, fork, knife and spoon after a short search

+ group gathering for event, wife annoying me, old college colleagues are older but still in the department, I'm shirtless will JoIr recognize me?; DO closeup of my shoulder/arm muscles flexing while I swim ("I'm buff!"), what if tons of tiny sharks come and bite me to death?