FryingMan

One of those fabulous "overflow" dreaming nights -- hard to remember it all, including a long, vivid, epic non-lucid! My first since my return to full-on practice, and a really big motivation boost!

~100ml champagne brut before bed
2 ice cream bars (1 of them an it's-it style cookie ice cream sandwich)
No supplements, sniffed some lavender essential oil

bedtime ~23:00
final waking: 09:23


[early]
+ giving a shot to my (fiance?)

[mid ]
+ in my bedroom in CH at night, standing at the windows, there is a fire burning in a "fire pit" placed outside the windows on the side of the house, I see the flames, the smoke is entering the room though cracks in the old wooden window frames. My mother is lying on the bed closer to the door, I ask her about the cost of installing the fire pit, she answers "1 12." I say that "I don't know what that means, does that mean 1/12th the cost of a 'normal installation?' Did it cost $100,000? $50,000? $20,000?"

+ [epic, long, vivid] Saga of the neighbor woman:
I'm lying on (my?) lawn outdoors on a suburban street with my head facing the sidewalk which runs left to right (with a friend to the left?). Daytime (not very bright but not night). A woman with a small child/boy walk from left to right by us. Then (I think) the same woman with the boy walks from right to left heading in front of us again, and I mention to my friend, "Oh, there's that boy again." Right away, the woman gets down right in front of my face and asks very aggressively, "What do you mean, 'there's that boy...again'!?!?" I'm a bit flustered by her aggression and try to explain I just meant that I recognized the boy from earlier.

We're walking with this woman to her house which is up the street a little ways. As we approach the entrance, I study the architecture of the house, note the dark stained wooden shingles lining the walls, and recognize this as a feature of many houses in B, and mention this. I'm describing all the feature of the house as we enter. There seems to be a party going on, the house is full of people. I say that this is another typical feature, that these houses are full of hippies smoking marijuana. The guys look very hippy-ish with long bushy beards, they're all young, in their early 20's. I see the guy who I think is the husband of the woman.

We're in a room with the husband, his friends, and we're playing music. I'm thinking about singing something [details forgotten].

Wandering around the house, I notice a guy entering a room from a small courtyard, and I think this is a bathroom and the house has the bathroom entrance from the outside.

Inside a large living room of the house, it's night, and everyone is preparing to go to sleep. The room is fully of the young hippy people, men and women. There are no real beds, but everybody is gathering blankets (plaid?) and pillows and settling down on the ground and on couches for the night. The woman is one of the people on the bed, and (the protagonist, who is no longer me?) is shuffling the people trying to get in to position to lie next to her. Everybody on that long couch is lying parallel to each other, packed really tightly.

I'm up on the roof of the house. All the roofs of neighboring houses are all located back to back next to each other, heading off into the horizon. They are colored light pastels: pinks, blues. People are in hot tubs on the top of the house, and they're talking very aggressively towards me [DS, I guess!]. I threaten them that I will pour the hot tub water down into their houses if they don't back off. This doesn't work and the kids from the hot tubs pursue me. I get back to the ground level and the kids are ganging up on me, throwing what looks like large Pop-Tarts at me. I am wondering if I should pick these things up and eat them!

I'm on the street corner down at the end of the street. I'm doing tricks on a long skateboard with multiple trucks on it. It's raining. There's another guy on the other corner also doing tricks, and he sort of gets in my way.

In a courtyard amongst buildings outside the woman's house, there is a big show, a young man is unveiling a massive (cubic meter sized) drone/robot/missile/thing made out of legos. He takes the thing take off and it looks like a missile, but it rapidly is transforming its shape as it swoops up and down and flies all around us at high speed, it is very impressive. Then the guy, since he's "against me" [DS], as a grand finale, flies the drone right at me and it hits me square in the face, since it's made of lego it doesn't hurt, it all falls to the ground in pieces around me. To show my disdain for this attack, I stomp on the pieces of the drone, completely breaking it so it can never fly again.

In a pool outside the house, like a community pool. It is packed with people, and it is night/dark outside. In the distance, up a hill, I see the neighbor woman sitting on a chair. I sense and see that there are some guards (female) who are looking at me suspiciously from around a corner. I'm trying to avoid them seeing me [DS], I think they know that I'm not allowed to be here since I'm not a resident. There is a small boy pressing closely up against me from the right. His face is right up against mine, the view of his face is a bit out of focus, he's saying something (which I didn't understand?) and I detect the strong smell of alcohol coming from his mouth. The pool if very shallow (like a wading pool) and I'm moving about trying to stay out of view of the guards.

Back in the hippy/woman house, the woman is there, me, and a few guys. I'm looking intently at the walls and ceiling of the house, which in almost every room has been stripped to the wall boards. I think that this is a tradition in this house: since the levels between the floors are so thick with so much material, the residents periodically strip down the walls /ceilings to the boards then add their decorations. In this case, the protagonist (not me, not here with us now) is planning to make a massive mural of the Great Wall of China all throughout the house (as a tribute to the woman?). I'm wondering and say, this will probably take many years, and you guys here with me, and the woman, may have already long graduated and left by the time the mural is finished. I can see the details of the wall boards and ceiling, and am studying these intently from room to room.

[after recalling for about 10-15 minutes, time is 05:23]

[later]

+ Standing with others (late wife? PaZi?) observing the hamsters (guinea pigs?) in their cage. The animals themselves are not seen. I notice the galvanized colored wire fencing that runs floor to ceiling around the cage. The openings in the fencing are about 1/2-inch squares. I notice the grey concrete floor of the cage, and notice that the poops have been neatly swept to one corner. The owner goes to throw in the food to feed the animals, using a long pole. I'm disappointed because I was hoping she'd open the fencing and we'd be able to interact with the animals. But I see they're very aggressive, they are a dark blur as they vigorously attack the pile of food.

I notice that I've feeling something in my pants. I realized I've pooped in my pants, and I'm in a panic about this. I don't understand how this could have happened without me knowing. I wonder if the others can smell it (I don't)? I quickly move down the hallways on my way to the bathroom. I'm going to have to strip and wash everything and put it back on.

I'm turning corners at right angles, always turning left. I enter a large-ish room there there is an Audi car parked. The driver is in the car and is moving to exit the room out of the entrance from which I entered. There is a wall/divider in the middle of the room, and I am moving to keep myself on the other side of the divider from the car and the driver, so he does not see me [DS]. As the car moves forwards, I change my position to remain unseen across the divider. I enter a long corridor on the way to the bathroom, and encounter a lot of (my? ours) clothes strewn about the floor very messily. I'm picking up pants, shirts, etc. as I go. I think about the notion of always wanting your kids to return home at any time to do laundry, etc. even when they're grown up.

[waking]

+ Outside, near a train, out group is getting ready for a trip. I move to the back of the train but the way is blocked because the train is backed up completely against (a car?) behind it. I push the train, hoping to get it to move enough to let me get past, and am a bit surprised that it moves, I think there must have been some "slack" between the cars of the train or I never would have been able to move it. I open the high back window of the end of the train car to check the coal levels -- I discover that the coal compartment is not fully loaded up to the ceiling, like it should be. A group gathers to discuss this situation. I'm wondering how we're going to get this compartment filled -- will we have to order a coal cart to some here and shovel it in ourselves? I reach in and pick up a piece of the hard, black, rough-edged coal, about the size of a BBQ charcoal briquette, and put it back in.

[waking]

+ arrive to pick up my instrument from the storage locker while the concert is beginning, the storage area has a clear door [DS](?). I think I've picked up a delivery just previously to this one from a storage container. I reach in and pick up my instrument case, and take it out, showing it to the people around. I look down and see a red-colored case through the case cover, and then I see that the case is opened and what I'm seeing is the red wood coloring of my instrument. I put the case carefully down on the ground and make sure that all the pieces are there and not falling out. I wonder if I am going to need to grab a fold-up music stand as well to use for the concert. The orchestra is already playing while I'm still setting up.

I move to a closet (with white pillows/linens?) with a percussionist. He's talking about how he's going to know where his entrances are. I try repeatedly to say "you just need to learn the *context* of your entrances from the rehearsals", but every time I try to say something he keeps butting in and interrupting me. He eventually says what I wanted to say all along.

Back in the chamber (darkened) with the musicians, they're announcing recognition awards. They announce my name, badly mispronouncing the final syllable of my last name. I say "What!?" and think the conductor very well knows the proper pronunciation of my name. I go to sit among the musicians, and sit there a while where more musicians are recognized. The ones called move through a curtain behind the orchestra. I'm sitting there a while then someone says I should go there, too, to be with the other recognized musicians. I move through the curtain. A group of the young musicians are mulling around, I'm wondering what we're supposed to do next. Some of them are lying on the ground at my feet to my right. A young lying (woman?) reaches up and takes my right hand in hers. I keep the contact, holding her hand, and looking down at her as I move a few steps forwards.

[earlier]
+ driving in to work, on a wide open flat area, the road leading uphill to the work parking lot is up ahead. There's another car heading towards the road, I want to get there first, we start racing a bit to get first to the hill. Get out, meet ShCl (former boss at company N), we talk about work

[early/mid]
+ downtown B (C & S), enter gym building, this is the gym of tech companies like Google, there are tons of young Google employees there. In the reception area there are many turnstiles. I'm trying to get in, my name's not on the list, I'm explaining that I'm not a full time employee yet. Inside is a work area, large open area, lots of tall counters with stools , there are many groups of young engineers all seated together discussing their projects. Working in groups like this is a requirement for working here. I'm observing the groups and think I would not like to work like that.

[later]
+ I get off the (bus?) too early, I'm far from my destination, I'm trying to think how I can get to where I'm going. I may have to the bus. I start walking down a very long street with a broad sidewalk. At some point I see a technical entrance to the (subway)? with stairs leading down, and some employees are entering these stairways. I'm walking along this sidewalk, and getting nervous, because this is a bad part of town. I'm looking suspiciously at the groups of youths walking by. I have a long shiny two-sided fixed wrench (about 1.5 feet long) in my hand. A guy I'm walking next to has one, too, I see. We have a brief duel with these, swinging them like swords.

I enter a convenience store and am looking closer at the counter. I want to buy some chocolate bars, I think if I feed those aggressive hoods some Snickers, they'll leave me alone. I think I see the Snickers down towards the far end, I get there and don't see the familiar Snickers logo, but there are a lot of other generic chocolate bars. I take some, including an individually wrapped single "mini" bar with a clear top, up to the register to pay for them. A group of people start crowding me [DS] and pushing me from behind, first a young kid, then an adult man (his father?), I'm quite concerned about getting pickpocketed. Then the father is doing some lengthy transaction at the cashier and I have to wait. His family is having some sort of problem on a trip and he is doing some lengthy transaction. I get very impatient and just want to buy my candy bars.

I go to the bathroom in the back of the store and enter. It's a large room like a living room/office, with couches and desks and furniture, the toilet I think is at the back of the room and I head there. One one bed/couch there is a long row of stacked papers. As I get the toilet, someone else enters the room. I think "GREAT, I forgot to lock the room," and start heading out. A mid-teens girl, dark-ish complexion and long dark hair, is heading in to use the toilet. I'm frustrated that I've lost my chance because I forgot to lock the door, and just head out of the room back into the convenience store.

There is a dinner buffet for friends and family going on. I'm serving up a plate for my and my young son S2. The A's (kids family friends, Ar. [boy] and An [girl older]) are there and commenting. I put a group of carrot-looking vegetables in sauce on my plate, they have a lot of little branches connecting them altogether (sort of like moss), and I'm dividing the portion between my plate and my son's.

+ at a nice building complex/park with a lot of really beautiful tennis courts [DS]. Some of them have a lot of netting separating the courts. Some of the houses are up on a hill. I come to an area which is good for practicing serves (someone says?), it's just a flat area in front of a fence/ tall netting to catch the balls. I imagine that practicing serves would probably be better on a real court. I imagine the movements for performing a tennis serve.

early:
+ [something about N&A]
+ comparing my very deeply tanned (nearly black) arm vs. my friends, to see who has the darkest tan, 3-4 arms all put side-by-side, at first I think mine's darker but then think grade-school friend EB's is darker
+ [doing something with some guy]

mid/final [early waking]
+ I'm hosting an outside party where the guests are all seated in an outdoor amphitheater [DS], A (of N&A [DS]) asks for a Coke, go to get it from the cooler, I can't find it but see A's retainer in the cooler bottom
+ Looking up at a snowy hill through a chain-link fence, tell guy there that "well this year the snow didn't make it through the fence at least," at that moment some snow breaks off and rolls down to the fence, "spoke too soon!" I say
+ In a crowded (school?) corridor with people, looking at brightly colored small plastic packages (like individual tea packs) in a display case, turn to "friend" near me to say something and realize it's some random girl I don't know, continue observing the contents of the display case

2021-08-23

Late bedtime always wreaks havoc on recall, as does watching videos before bed. Almost not recall at all, but managed to dig up a couple fragments:

+ On top of some tall moving platform, I'm intercepting footballs tossed by the opposing team players who are playing on the ground below me

+ In the back seat of a car going somewhere juggling some items, the people in the front are talking to me about something


2021-08-24

Weak recall phase...hoping for more upticks soon!

+ Tossing an Aerobie indoors then outdoors with some guy
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2021-08-25

Scotch-fueled dreaming night, pretty good in fact:

[early]

+ [people in places -- forgotten]

+ racquetball/squash: playing 2-on-1 2 young woman against me, I can't make shots, I call interference several times, one of them disagrees and cites the rule

+ playing a hand of poker: I'm dealt a full house (A-A-10-10-10, plus some other cards), I bet too aggressively too soon and everybody folds, I gather the cards to avoid showing my hand and shuffle

[mid]
+ in a small "dune-bug" like vehicle with a really long gear shift handle, I'm showing that it's hard to stall this thing

+ [late fragment] working out in a gym [DS]?

+ outside in a flea market, I see lots of garbage/litter on the ground in my area, I think about cleaning it; I'm arranging my passports and documents on a table, I'm concerned it's open and accessible to all, so I try to move a small portable table between the walkway and my documents, I think (somebody says?) it won't be enough to protect them

[late]
+ in a low small boat with a black dangerous animal (cougar/puma?) sitting right behind my, nuzzles my head from behind, I'm leery of it, deja vu, scene repeats

+ enter and move through a cluttered shop, narrow aisles, follow a girl(?) she's trying to sell something(?), I give the proprietor a handful of papers to sell he looks at them and says they're "Honda parts," and I see he has a large Honda-branded section against one wall; he opens a small box full of papers and puts my papers into the box

2 large glasses of wine in the evening before bed

[earlier]
+ in some sort of an office setting trying to get something done from the girls there they're hiding in an office from me

+ Place like a locker room where women are paired up and they are killing each other the pairs are much stronger and they have kind of dead weird eyes (large whites tiny pupils), at some point I'm given a popcorn machine so that I can use this to attract a partner so that I can be safe, I'm walking around the room, an inspection is announced and I have a shopping cart with me, I think I can stand here it won't bother anyone, but I need to move because one group there doesn't want me there

+ [DO] A woman is being let down to hell on a staircase, it is getting progressively hotter and she is starting to sob and moan about the heat, and the demon leading her says "haha this is not even hot yet it's just the introductory area"

+ tall sort of demon god woman (30+ feet tall) very bright weird clothing ribbon on her nose approaches us we can't avoid her I seem to be her major first disciple there's a group of us she hands me a ribbon to put on one of the second or third disciple girl's nose.

[later]
+ LD #261 DILD LUCIDD
find myself in a room looking at a clock on the wall, the hands of the clock are spinning super fast forwards several hours for a second, then backwards several hours for a second, it is fairly dark but illuminated with a directionless blue fluorescent light (like a 70's black light). I RC and can breathe, feel that I'm probably dreaming but test further: I'm standing on a low table and lean forwards to see if I'll fall or glide/fly, I move forwards and seem to be gliding so I conclude I'm dreaming. The room is L-shaped and I'm at the corner between the two longer parts and turn to the right and am facing a wall, which I fly through. Now I'm in a long narrow corridor (also colored blue) and fly a bit down, then see (a door?) to my left, turn, and fly through it into a bedroom. I fly forwards into the room and do a U-turn to the right and am facing a woman standing at a bathroom counter, she is facing me. STM. I feel a tingle in my body and the scene fades.

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+ Harem. Start STM outside, we move to a staircase where people are sitting, the girl's "manager" (?) comes by and says something I'm not a fan of (some sort of rules?) I take her down the staircase (CH basement?). The area is packed with girls. Back to back STMs.

+ after the lucid and the harem scene I'm checking my watch and I can't determine if it's 10:20 or almost 4 p.m. (hands are at the 10 and the 4, can't tell which hands, though)

+ I got a call from someone maybe it was AG (mom of kids friends with autistic girl) or someone who needs help in a state far away they're going to fly in and give me their documents and I have to somehow help them resolve the issue but I'm concerned about my schedule I don't think I can do it in time

+ a taxi stands on a street outside, vivid, and some people are walking by they splash dirty like asphalt mix up from the street on to some people who are standing there in one of the door man comes out and scolds them runs away I see that people a couple there who is waiting for a taxi have been covered by this black goo from the street walking down the road I want to get a taxi but I see there's a long line of people and they are holding tokens the taxi driver start at the bottom and go up the hill get a token they handle token to the person who wants to wait for them and they have to wait in line for the taxi driver with the matching token to return these tokens look like small 1kg dumbbell weights one of these I think it's thrown at my head and hits me

3 distinct recall periods, and one long vivid/present dream to finish things off, a good night and welcome improvement!

Bedtime 22:30
3mg melatonin about 22:00

Final waking 09:23

Still moving immediately after waking, but thinking of recall very soon after waking

Nothing written until morning.

04:00
[early]
+ [something with people in places -- forgotten]
+ I'm driving a car at night I'm stopped at a stop light at a T intersection (on the vertical leg of the "T" facing the top bar on the right hand side of the street. I'm waiting for the green light. I notice that the light has turned "grey", the lower circle that is normally green has turned grey. I'm anticipating the green, I'm preparing to turn right. The light turns green, and the guy behind me honks as I'm beginning to move, I think he's really impatient. I make the right turn but something's off: on top of the road is a huge, tall pile of loose dirt, the entire roadway has been covered with it going on in that directly. I'm a bit concerned about being stuck, I realize this is a construction zone and I need to get out of here. I turn around and head back to the intersection, driving in the tamped-down area of the dirt in the middle. The car drifts a bit to the right and I'm a bit concerned but it holds straight enough and I enter the intersection, now preparing to turn left at the light, which is still green for me, there are a lot of cars in the oncoming direction. The light is turning red but I decide to complete the turn regardless.


MILD, SSILD, recall, relaxation just couldn't grasp one of the earlier scene sequences
Visualization, some dream arm floating started, some dreamlets

06:30 Still awake, but getting drowsy
Go for full relaxation, "give up," "let it happen," "stop trying"

[mid]
+ FA, check clock, it's 11:23, boy it's late, time to get up
+ Outside jogging, I decide to get some exercise, I'll probably sweat, but I feel light on my feet, I'm wearing sweat pants. It's early morning, buildings/shops are not open yet, see women in headcoverings outside [Muslim?], I'm thinking about location and directions, the place I need to get to is ahead and to the right. I run up to some buildings, I think it's a bank, there's a man standing there. I turn right run past closed bank, into a still-closed suburban business district

09:23
[late]
+ [dreamlet] Looking at a rectangular sign with red LEDs forming words, on top of garage roof
+ ... standing inside some area with some people (not seen) looking out into a terrace. There is an oversized grey couch there. I am really liking the look of this thing: it is very long, very wide, with ample room to sleep on. I think you could sleep with your SO there very comfortably. I'm going on and on about how attractive and comfortable that couch looks.

I'm outside (on that couch) lying down to sleep. I wake up, and there is a deja-vu sequence about waking up and reaching for my retainer, which I'd put aside on a side table when lying down to sleep, this repeats at least once.

There is now the issue of paying the hotel bill. There is a group of who slept on that terrace (it's a hotel apparently), had coffee and breakfast (which I didn't remember), and now we are being charged as a group for it, despite us not being "together" in any way. There is one young man who cannot pay his bill, "I'm trying to get home" he says. I'm grumpy that we have to pay the way of this young freeloader who can't pay his bill. I'm closely examining a pile of receipts detailing the costs and who they're for, but can't make much sense out of them. Still grumbling about paying, our group gets on a bus. There is a woman in our group who decides to foot the bill for the young man. She takes out a large wad of cash in order to do so. I think that I should show some Christian charity and pay for his bill as well. On the bus I take out my wallet and want to pay the woman, I take out my wallet and my cash is strange looking, like colored paper and receipts. I want to give her half of what she paid for the young man.

Our group is waking up and gathering, we've stayed somewhere in separate hotels. "Did you like the facilities of your place?" the woman asks me. We're walking towards a place with shops/restaurants and entertainment. We pick up one of our group, also a woman, she was staying in a place with a storefront with the large word SNAKES written on it. I smirk to myself what she was probably doing with the snakes. Ahead is the entertainment area, and I notice some midgets there who are probably providing a show.

+ I'm with a guitar, I'm trying to turn it over (it's back is facing me) but its strings are caught on something. Especially the string with the thin line of red coloring running through it. I successfully unsnag it and get it turned over so the strings are facing upwards. I'm now planning on playing what I know of Clapton's "Tears in Heaven," and perhaps the few bars I know of "More Than Words." It will really impress them, I think. I think I need to broaden my repertoire of pieces so that I can put on a pleasing performance without repeating myself too much.

bedtime ~23:00-23:30

wake 06:00

+ I'm standing on the ocean coast in a fairly large city, it's built up with walkways, water on my left. A large single-file procession of blue Indian elephants is emerging from the water and heading up on to land. I think they've sum a very far way, only to arrive for a live of slavery. I'm climbing up over green metal railings to move higher up away from the water. At the top there is a mailbox which I open, and it's full of letters and colorful postcards from well-wishes and people offering advice.

+ Standing on a snow hill, at a corner where very skilled skiiers (racing?) are "parallel sliding" down a very narrow and steep portion of hill (only about one ski-length wide), then zooming around the corner and proceeding down the hill. I'm looking closely at how they are holding their feet. It's just just a simple parallel "hockey-style" slide, they actually have one foot out of their boot and that ski is upside down, and they have a complicated stance with the free foot on top of the skis and their legs really held tightly together. I imagine it's quite a trick to get their feet out at the hill and put them back later. One of the skiiers is (I think, doesn't really look like him) my late Scoutmaster NB (with a beard).

I move higher up the hill and enter a sort of gift shop where the floor is covered in ice and people are skating (?). I notice a lot of little trinkets spread around (on foldable music stands?). Someone is with me and they are saying something like "this is what you get with local delivery"

Standing on the ski hill in the snow, at the bottom of a run, moving up the hill, I'm thinking about the inflatable, 2-man canoe-style sleds that are racing, and that a winning team (mine?) had the strategy of just not breaking at all until they were close to the bottom. I'm saying "so, they probably had to start breaking about a kilometer from the bottom?" I'm imagining they're breaking with their hands and feet.

Another (3rd day in a row?) morning back to sleep victory. It really helps having made a decision that getting in another sleep cycle is important and something I'm dedicated to doing.

+ very early (2-3am) morning appointment at the US citizenship application office, paper forms like airline boarding passes are spewing out of a machine and confusing me as to which one is the current form, I see paperwork with the hand-written name of my late wive's maiden name which confuses me

+ Scene of late wife in freaky mime face paint on an out-on-the-town trip with others that I never knew about, then I'm amongst them walking and threaten one of them with a switch-blade

+ party in a huge crowd, they're all standing in response to some ritual that I'm unaware of

+ walk by a gym (I used to attend?) with a group working out to an aerobic routine [visible through glass wall, dreamsign], I scrutinize the instructor to see if it's someone I recognize

+ [fragment] walking by a large vehicle parked that turns out to be a patrol boat?

Uptick in recall with a bit more sleep, finally. Fragmented still, but a lot more content with more details recalled

(earlier)
+ large open dining area, we're at reserved tables, a new incoming group heads towards a large table in the corner, I think this might be our table, too

+ starting to climb up a tall stairwell, there's a guy there who's gathered a lot of large, empty, plastic, orange watering cans at the bottom, I decide to help him out by hauling a bunch of them up with me

+ walking through an orchestra (rehearsal?) strings section, they're all playing synchronized pizzicato

+ (underground parking area with rooms?)

(later)

+ in old adult PTL home living room, see (young son?) outside throwing a rock at a passing car, see the rock bounce off the passenger front window, think about the possibility of throwing more rocks through the space between parked cars, (I'm naked?) late wife and kids appear on the lawn outside (party?), I move to close the curtains (again) for privacy

+ [vivid] in home in quiet area of foreign country [England?] with woman owner, I say "it's such a quiet area here," I'm wandering through the rooms looking closely at decoration and things on wall, like pictures, think I have a lot in common with the owner, I see pictures of orchestral string instruments, I think I'm a musician, too, now she's a man, who specializes in "pronouns," [selection of them?] I try reading one of his worksheets, hand-written in pencil on white paper, despite seeing words on paper I can't make sense of them or of where th pronoun selection comes into it.

+ walking outdoors (naked?) towards a large multi-story building (heading home?), see a woman in the distance walking a parallel path, get up to tall building/barrier, look up and see the various levels including an open terrace roof where I think people spend a lot of time, imagine heading up to the 2nd/3rd level on the elevator and think the people there will be surprised to see us. The buildings here are all tall.

+ avoiding young, very well-dressed [fancy suits] security, who are guarding stairwells and elevators in a building complex, I'm bringing a large cup [movie-sized] of popcorn [all food is forbidden here] in with me, and turning to shield view of it with my body as I walk among them and rush for the stairs

+ [something about white vs. dark meat on chicken, it's actually colored red]

Very late bed-time, after midnight, this always results in low recall, no exception today, just a few fragments

+ walking along a side walk, lots of people around. There are spots to the right (away from the street) where people are lying and (sunbathing?). It's like a resort. It's a narrow strip (colored dark green?) where only two people can lie abreast. I'm thinking about how the people will pack themselves into this area, and whether they'll all fit? There's a man with me and we're discussing / thinking about the cooking of the ground meat (visible in a large frying pan in front of us), he's asking me my opinion on whether we'd rather do the selection and cooking of the meat ourselves, and I agree that we should. He tells the (waiter? cook?) this, who seems hesitant about it but agrees.

[I think there was a lot more but it slipped away]

+ [just before waking], scene in a large public building location (library?) with tables, there's a guy (politician?) speaking about something, some political question with consequences, advising some course of action.

+ I arrive at band practice in a middle-school band. I hear their players who play my instrument, and they're not very good, poor tone. I'm confident that I'll really surprise them with my playing ability. But I'm missing the part on which I blow. They present me with several new variants. They're odd-sized (too large) I notice. Other people's versions of these are usually not ready to play i know. I try them though, and find them very responsive, and say they'll do.

I'm playing some melancholy, minor-key tune to accompany a portion of the dream.

They say I'm going to need to play "the first movement of the Mozart." This is not an issue for me, I know it well. I imagine the tune in my head.

+ driving in traffic on freeway, weaving back and forth between lanes, it's stopped, starts up again, I see why, there's a huge pile of dirt in right in the middle of the lane. I swerve quickly around it, using turn signals (I think it's silly to use them so quickly), I take an exit (left side!) and realize I've taken the exit too soon. I'm going to have to turn to the right and hope I can make it to the place I originally intended to go.

+ (continuation?) I'm at a stop light on a road, I'm on a (bicycle?) There's a girl here (following me?) and we go to a (hotel?) room. (I'm abducting her?) We're talking, I'm asking her questions, she's answering in English which surprises me, I say "It's really convenient that you can speak English!" I take pictures of her and I notice that there's a camera in the room, I think this is concerning but imagine they couldn't be spying on the guests. Then the girl takes the camera and starts taking pictures of me, I am really not so good with this and tell her "these pictures will be just between us, right?" I get a bit dominant-feeling and lie on top of her (we're clothed) and give her a light kiss on the lips, she's receptive, I'm starting to think this could be a very "interesting" situation here.

We're at a table? in a restaurant? with other people. I say "I don't post pictures of myself on the internet" thinking again about the pictures we took together. I realize that all this time with her, I never have fixed the flat tire on my bicycle, and I tell her this.

+ body on wheelbarrow lifted up on top of car and dropped off the back, it breaks into pieces (bloody legs, etc) and I think what a mess, why'd they do that?

+ climbing up on to the (our)? bed at the top of a super tall tower of bunk beds. It is made neatly, twin sized, blue blanket/bed coverings, long way down, some woman is arranging something, I'm wondering about things falling down the sides?

+ [last dream] preparing for an army bootcamp/travel, packing a backpack, find a pile of orders/prescriptions (I see the writing on them), I'm wondering about packing warm clothing -- a heavy sweater (which I'm wearing). Room for all this stuff? I should be prepared in case of frozen weather, I'd rather have redundant warm stuff and not need it than need it and not have it, we'll be miles away from civilization.

I return to my room and all my stuff has been cleaned up. Panic at first, then I see the stack of prescriptions/orders on a small night table. It's late, when am I going to get those prescriptions filled, we're taking off in the morning.

In a high place, looking down on some musical performance? It finishes up, I say "everything was good/it's all ok", but a somber dangerous-looking man standing near me turns away, I know he was very critical of the performance, I notice with a close-up view of his face that he has a horizontal deep gash (not bleeding) about a 1/4 inch deep and about 1.5 inches long on his right cheek-bone area.

I move down some walk-way towards a pharmacy, I check the hours on a sign, it's open until 00:30 I think. I'll be able to fill my prescriptions without having to wait until morning when we're leaving and when it may be too late. There are lots of people at the counter, I see through the glass doors. A clerk is saying, I'm sorry, we're all out of <the musical instrument which I play> for rent, you'll have to check back in 5 days.

Moving further down the walk-way there is a little segment about some video game? There is a narration from a girl about how she is not going to be joining any quests except for <something>. Across the way on the other side I see a sort of video game display (but it's "real" not a screen) showing a person surrounded by a lines of blue sparks, this is a sort of shielding spell, and the writing indicates that this spell is (either the result of of a requirement of ) a particular quest, for which (you need a group of players to complete)?

+ I'm in a long line waiting for service. I'm with my fiance/GF. The people are packed pretty tightly in the line, mostly young adults. I step out of line briefly and the girls behind me quickly move to take my spot, I try to step back in, it's my place after all I think, but they keep nudging ahead of me as the line moves forward. The line reaches a point where an official is stopping people and letting one through at a time, there is a small in-between area with doors before and after, the service we're waiting for is behind the farther door. When I get to the first door, some guys sort of crowd in front of me, I think that this is rude, I should be together with my GF. As people are served, these guys move in front of me into this "no-man's land" waiting area where nobody should be standing, so I also move forwards to try to preserve my place in line.

I finally get to go forwards to the service point, there is a woman in a high little room almost one story higher than the ground level. I hand up something to her and she says I've forgotten the main application, which I then hand up to her (in a transparent file cover?). She quickly says there is a problem with my name, companies in this country will not want to hire me, she's implying I have to change my name. I explain I can't do that, all my documents are all in my current name and it would be a nightmare of mismatched names (if names don't match in this place they do not consider the document valid). The woman is not persuaded. She leaves her little high-cubby-room and enters some staircase leading down below ground level. I'm still trying to explain to her about my name.

About an hour of insomnia between 03:30 and 04:30

+ In a large white cube room, trapped here? Floating around in it, like there is no gravity, jumping from wall to wall, rotating head over heels while doing so. There's another guy here who's an enemy?

+ On the control deck of a military ship, looking for enemy planes with radar, doing various searches, not finding anything except a "parachuter." The military are very neat and precise, they label even the electrical outlets with markings indicating (how much force is needed to pull out the plug?). I clean some small object I'm holding using forced air from the control panel, I think I've used military equipment to do so. I look down and see the (deck captain's?) equipment tray lying on the ground, I think I've used some of his stuff.

On top of a structure in search of a fugitive (the parachutist?), following people down into an interior stairway. There's a guardian large woman at the bottom, and we engage in some sexy time, short, she stands up, says "thank you!" but she needs to get back to work. I continue walking throughout the structure, and come across an open cafe.

Inside everything is branded/colored dark green: tables, aprons, etc. I approach the counter and the open kitchen behind is visible, where the employees are continuing the prep for the day (it's just opening hours apparently). I'm intrigued by what look to be gigantic bananas. It is a South American themed cafe. There is a large table/structure/assembly line there where they are prepping tropical drinks: fruits or blenders with fruits inside are being prepared in order to be blended in a machine, and the drinks can be purchased. I'd like to try some but I think they would be too much for one person.

+ outside, at D, night, near structure currently under construction, look back at main house, think [something...]

+ Basketball -- in a court, playing, high on the side wall of the court is some contraption, a small cylinder, grasping and pumping this cylinder has some effect on the game, I'm trying it, there is the notion that this is cheating?

+ In a garage, walking around a sort of a wreck of a car, it's really falling apart, it was part of a family taxi business? The frame is blue.