FryingMan

+ In a large auditorium [major DS! DS! DS!] with people sitting in the 2nd level left wing, the auditorium below is filled with computer circuit boards instead of people in the seats, the people have a board too and a piece of it drops down below and I think "uh oh."
In the back upper right balcony, I'm thinking that I'm secretly writing upgrades to the system, I'm the original author of the code. Nobody knows I'm doing this. But someone (a woman?) is analyzing all the updates that I'm publishing, and I think that if they compare the style of the original code to the style of the updates, that they'll figure out that it's me writing/publishing the updates.

+ [f] outside, flying a drone to space(?)

+[f] outside, daylight, city sidewalks, walk past a street musician.

+ [ultra vivid] outside, daylight, looking up at the sky [DS], it is a blue sky filled with light dispersed thin clouds. I'm staring at the clouds, appreciating them. They are extremely clear and in sharp focus. I notice that the clouds and the patterns in them look like bootprints in fresh powdered snow. I say this to the people around me. I keep looking up at the clouds in the sky and they're not changing, and keep looking like bootprints in snow. Then I see stars, which are small dots/circles with rings around them that are rhythmically expanding outwards (like the ripples that extend out from a drop of water falling in to a pool). [DS! DS! strange stars that are animated, moving/flashing]

+ lecture hall / prof
I'm entering an auditorium-style lecture hall [DS! DS! DS!] from the left side (facing stage), young students are there ahead of me, already taking their preferred seats, one guy is lounging, lying back on a raised area with his feet up in front of him, I think if I don't hurry then all the good spots will be taken. I'm moving along a row of seats of the central section and I want to get to the far edge and go down a row and then sit, but 3-4 guys sit right at the last seats on the right of the row blocking my way [DS! blocked path], I manage to go around them and move down a row, sit down, and it turns out I'm in the front row. The prof is a MILF type who at one point turns around and sits right down in my lap. I think about goosing her. I think maybe she would be a "good time" [MEO 7/11/23].
(vague: there is a pasty cart of food items there on stage? People are eating them?). The prof offers that I should get up in front of the class and read a section of the day's studies, but I don't want to because I say "when I read things out loud I tend to remember them poorly".

+ outside, city, alley/small street, daylight, group of people is there, and then end up pouring out large amount of thick white paint directly on to the street. The street is slightly inclined leading down to me and I see the flow of think paint slowly making its way towards me. There are storm drains there and the paint is approaching it, the group is people who are ecologically aware, and we all realize that this is bad because the paint getting into the storm drain system will be bad for the environment. But it's too late to stop it.

+ on street near bus stop outside CH on FL, there are 3 large buses there, all turning to head in the usual route down FL. They are pure white, made of metal. I'm speaking to (unspecified people), saying "Yes I remember the original buses, their exterior color design, and the internal design" and I'm holding an image of how they looked back in my childhood in my mind, the green/blue colors, and the foam on the seats inside.

+ Walking in to a walk-in closet in side (my?) home, I see that the two maple chairs (from grandparents) are both there, because I know my wife L does not want them in the house. I turn towards the left and there is a path that leads forwards, turns a 90 degree corner to the right that is a square "U" turn, and I see on the ground that there is a toy city-scape and roadway made by my young son S2, and I'm careful not to step on it. As I maneuver forwards around the "U" turn to the right I see another toy city scape there once I've turned around and facing the other way.

early dreams, short

+ outdoors, twilight/dark [DS] I'm in a high place, a large hill, jumping/gliding down to lower levels [DS] the paths/streets/ follow the contours of the hill so I'm jumping across them as I go, there are trees and metal fences/shingles that I'm jumping/sliding along as I go down.

+ I'm standing outside a home (mine?), looking at a sliding glass door [DS], the latching mechanism is broken so I'm unable to get it to close properly [DS]. Some dangerous/threatening guy comes by.

+ MEO (CH b/r) (2023-07-13)

+ MEO + sitting in car and taking selfies when a call comes in, and I have trouble answering it. It's some scam that begins with a woman saying "You may have already won a brand new car!" I don't understand at first what she's saying, then she goes in to the sales pitch, and if they don't do absolutely everything right, the car is mine, for free! I don't fall for it, but then I hear that there's another guy on the line, a sucker who's falling for it, and who says "Yeah, I'll take it!"

just before waking up:

+ Observing a group of people outside, a young wife of a man (who has a harem?) says "don't you <something> me!? and stomps off, angry

+ I'm standing outside in daylight near the sidewalk near my home with my mom. I know that my instrument case and my sister's instrument case are both just left standing here outside, and I'm concerned they'll be stolen. I want to at least move them into the garage so they'll be inside, but I don't have access [DS, my path is blocked] because there is an electrician working at a large outdoor electrical panel right there near my property, and as I look at him I see bright sparks shooting out from the work he's doing.

+ Standing next to a car with people preparing to carpool to the orchestra rehearsal. There is the old guy from the NVS there (violinist). They're talking about loading up to go, but I'm quite unsure whether I want to go at all. We open the trunk of the car and we can store the instruments there so there's enough room to sit inside the car for all of us.

+ I'm playing in a concert, and I find my [mouthpiece] is broken! I inspect it and see one of the wires has slipped far out of position. Then I'm playing, doodling around and scales, I try for a low-Bflat but I can't get it to come out. I'm looking for a suitable cup in which to soak it, but I need something that can handle hot/warm water, and all the cups I see on tables in the rooms I'm moving through are all paper cups, they won't work. I encounter a door and open it and find a bunch of young guys (my old Boy Scout friends?) having some sort of gay sex party, they're trying to hide it but I see that they don't have pants on. I leave and close the door and I hear that they are continuing their activities.

+ in a gym, there is a really intense big guy doing arm lifts at really high speed, we collide lightly as he steps back into me but he ignores it and keeps doing his arm raises at high speed. I'm also doing arm lifts, but at normal speed, and I'm getting tired pretty quickly. I'm holding a small plate (not a dumbbell) in each hand. I'm amazed that that really athletic guy has been going at such high speed for so long without getting tired.
I see my son S1 there, he's with friends and they're doing bench presses. They all have really thin, scrawny arms, but they're still young I know they'll fill out and build muscle in time. Son S1 is explaining a "double-plate" to somebody, it looks like a double bicycle tire innertube inflated in two sections with a lower central "channel" in between the two halves. It is 18 (pounds?), because each half is 9, so it's 9+9

+ [long, vivid] I am standing outside a huge racquetball court, very tall, with large glass back wall, I notice the floor is very rough/uneven, I think that would make it hard to play. I also think the acoustics would be amazing in there so I enter and start to sing a section from "Sometimes When We Touch" (the final refrain, where he goes up high for "subsides....")


(forward to timestamp 3:20 for the part how like I sang it, DV doesn't preserve the timestamp on the video link apparently)

and when I sing that final high "SUBSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDES!" I really nail the high note, and the (women?) I'm with are murmuring their appreciation of my singing skills.

... scene transitions into an office, I'm walking down a hallway in a sea of cubes (there is a taller wall section up ahead) but I continue to explain "yes, I have a good musical ear".
Then I'm standing just outside "my" cube. A young black girl coworker is there and my company N manager ShCly. The girl gives me a very colorful blouse of hers to keep for her, I'm joke that "it's really going to give my cube color!" she's a bit embarassed by that but I tell her it's OK. I notice that my cube is REALLY small, I tell them both that, say that "man cubes are really getting small these days!" I look at it and there's barely enough room to turn around. I think with my manager standing right there I should act like a good mentor so I say "hey it's been a while, we should get together and talk, or go for lunch," and the girl mentions "yeah, I miss you." I think that I don't miss her, because whenever she's around, she really pesters me with tons of questions.

A bit outside my cube, somebody turns over a terrarium full of red and pink snakes, and pours them all out on to the ground. Somebody's "pet" thing is there, and it is like a horror beast made up of a mixture of ribs and fingers, like a living human ribcage but slightly smaller size about twice as long as human fingers. It is tan/brown colored, covered in a sort of onion skin like material. The thing jumps at me and locks its "fingers" around my left arm, and I'm alarmed by this and trying to pry it off of me. I'm telling to the owner (a man coworker) to take control of this thing. There seems to be a second copy of it running around and latching on to me. I'm screaming for the guy to take them under control, I pry it off of me eventually (they hold on REALLY hard), and I notice the owner is rolling his eyes to the sky, he can't believe my "extreme" reaction to his beast(s).

I want to get out of the room I'm in (and move in to the next room, which is a kitchen?), and a staff member goes through a normal sized service door, then opens a tiny little short door for me to go through. I think that's ridiculous so I just move through the service door even though I know I'm "not supposed to." I'm standing near a counter where a glass or two remain of the set of cocktails that my former coworker GrSndrs made, there is a machine to the left that he used to make them. It looks really good, like a Long Island Ice tea, colored red/orange/brownish. I'd like to drink it, but I know that I'm driving and so I can't.

Then I'm outside watching GS and some other really huge fat guy standing out on a high hill (a few feet away from me) and the big fat guy let's out a huge yell: "FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

first waking: no recall, take 4mg galantamine and 300mg Alpha GPC (my once a week "lucid party", trying out different timings to see if it counteracts the insomnia effect).

2nd waking:
remembered having lots of dreams, details have faded, jotted just keyword notes. Seems the galantamine did it's thing, and I didn't have trouble falling asleep. Dreams more vivid for this time of night I think, but a lot of content and a lot of the details faded.

Many are short, on the verge of fragments

+ Climb up on a ledge, I'm trying to work my way into a building, and I get stuck/stranded there. There are various doors leading in to the building accessible from the ledge but they all open on to concrete/solid walls, so there's no way in.

+ I'm running with/from a pack of kids. I think I'd be able to run much faster if I had sneakers on instead of running with bare feet.

+ Waiting with a group of people at a parking garage, then the door opens

+ driving in a city, spread out open strip-mall type of place, I can't quite see if the traffic lights are red or green but I drive anyway, I see across the street from an intersection a grouping of fast food restaurants, including [I think] the classic old "Doggy Diner" dog sign:

I think there is a lot of tasty fast food there an I anticipate buying and eating it, including the deep fried tacos [From Jack In The Box, but I didn't remember this name in the dream]

+ standing at a kiosk outside on a city urban sidewalk (there are some people around me watching). I'm flipping through an electronic menu, looking at all the pictures of fancy/weird burgers. I try to pay for my order and there is some problem with the system, it wants me to pay a huge sum of money that incorporates a number of previously unpaid orders. I write on the kiosk "do not use" and leave.

+[f] trying to move past some truck (in an underpass?) but it is too wide and is blocking my path [DS, blocked path/can't move forwards]

last waking:
+[f] something about my former MIL Z and some (telephone pole?) wires

+ flying around in an F35 fighter jet. Take off from a runway, wonder if it's long enough, it is, then I'm spinning around, doing steep rolls, and fly upside down, then I head towards the ground and pull up just in time.