FryingMan

Legend

Colors: Lucid, Semi-lucid, Non-lucid
[comment from waking] in angle brackets
(comment / clarification from dreaming) in parentheses
Abbreviations: DS = dream sign, CH = childhood home, S1/S2 = sons, S/O = someone, S/A = something about, [f] = fragment, b/r = bathroom trip, Wn = waking #n, BT = bedtime, OOB = final out of bed time in morning, DO = Disembodied Observer

Summary of the Night

• BT: ~23:25 , OOB: ~08:07, fitbit score: 87 (7:48 asleep, 0:59 awake, 1:30 deep, 1:45 REM, 95%); supps: omnk
• Wakings:
  
  1. 03:46 right BTS, NO b/r!, no recall <<<<< First time in a VERY VERY long time that I don't pee at about 2hrs! I do not remember this waking
  2. 05:23 b/r, good recall, BTS fail (maybe dozed off, but no more dreams). Too much mental activity. Need to aim for total relax, total blank of mind immediately, and hold it

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W2: Fake Voice in Call
I call my old priest Fr. J on the phone. I hear his voice. I am disguising my voice at first. We talk a bit, he doesn't understand who's calling, then I stop disguising my voice and say, "It's me! <my correct full name>! Remember, we played billiards before". (I don't remember if he recognized me or not).

W2: Shower/Drain
(S/A being outside in twilight/dark, nature/farm environment). I'm in a shower [rare], I'm adjusting the temperature and the strength, dim lighting, I'm also adjust the the fabric shower curtain around me. Later I'm inspecting the (carpeted?) floor, there are two small white plastic "periscopes" sticking up from the floor, I think (S/O says?) that these are connected to the room's drain system.

W2: Bowling
I'm a bowling alley. Dim lighting [DS]. A group of us (kids?) are there. I'm observing the shots that the guy in the neighboring lane is making, and thinking about them. I do not see him, the view is a 1st person view looking down the alley from the foul line towards the pins. I see the ball rolling towards the pins over the course of many shots. The first shot has a curve to it and he gets the 7 pin. Almost all the positions are with only the 7 pin (maybe once with the lone 10 pin) and the guy is working on a spare. Never a full set of pins. Later shots have a 7 pin, without curve, and the ball usually goes into the left gutter. Then I'm talking with my guys/kids and asking them if they want the kids rails set up, and they say yeah it's much better with them (and they say it's good for me, too?). But I wonder, if I get a personal best record with the kids rails set up, will my record count? We "finish" our turn and I'm talking to the staff to set us up again on the same lanes. "Yes I'd like to play again on lanes 3 and 4". Standing a bit to the right of "our" lanes when I say this. There are some columns supporting the ceiling running down the right side of the rightmost of our two lanes.

W2: Around the Nuclear Research Facility
[DO] outside a large building which is at least 100 meters away, and below me. I'm looking through glass walls [DS] to watch what's going on inside. Narrator or S/O says that they do research here on materials exposed to nuclear radiation, (to find materials that resist it well). I think that's useful research.

Around "back" of the facility, which may be a shopping mall now, I see tons of junk/stuff/garbage piled up to be hauled away. There are some very large cardboard packing boxes (the size of refrigerators) there. There are a couple of guys hauling stuff out from the back entrance and piling them up here. I think this process will take a long time (all night) and they'll be busy clearing away all this stuff. We have the idea of going inside. The guy I'm with says "hey, let's use the PIO twin ion entrance (some phrase like that). I see a closed door that the guy means we should go through. I know that the PIO moniker means the entrance hallway contains poisonous materials, I say that and that we can't go in there.

Standing w/guy inside a small room, a trailer, looking at a set of shelves along the wall. The shelves are filled with the logbooks of the guys who work at the facility. There are dozens and dozens of these books all stacked and piled up on these shelves. I see initials printed on some of these books, like "J.B.". As I'm looking/touching, there is an avalanche of these logbooks that falls down [things falling down= DS] onto the floor/into a bin. I'm working then on picking them up and putting them back in place. It's going to take a long time and I don't want to finish the task, I'm looking at the pile of books in the bin and decide that there were already a lot of them there like that so I just stop.