FryingMan

+ I'm in a multi-level parking garage, typical gray cement structure. I park my car? I'm riding a bike, and ride along a nearly vertical surface between two levels, the lip at the top of the wall is curved and I think my tires have enough traction to hold me vertical on this wall. I do stay vertical but can't make my way up over the lip to the upper level, the upper level is about at the level of my hips on my left, so I lean over, lying my body down on the cement floor while still straddling the bike, and flip the bike up and over on to the upper level (and keep riding off?). There's a guy up ahead giving directions, and I follow the arrows to the way out. I'm having a bit of trouble peddling, (I see someone else peddling and they have no problems?).

+ In a party room. In the corner I'm pouring cups of a red drink, placing one cup into another cup below it so as not to spill (but a little spills anyway?). There's a middle-aged woman wearing a white blouse nearby, someone carrying something bump into her and spills several blotches of what looks like olive oil on to her white blouse, I glance at the stains but don't pay it more attention. (This was in the "left corner" or the room). In the right corner of the room there is a guy announcing something, and it seems funny to me because he's using a sterotypical American advertisement "announcer" voice, and I start making fun of it and talking in the same way. I explain that in America they talk in ads like this (they already know that, though). There's some box on the ground we're taking things out from?

Then one of the emcees, a young woman, reaches over and picks up a clarinet and starts to play. The sound is beautiful with a pure tone, totally accurate clarinet sound. I watch her fingers change positions (forked fingering) as she switches between different notes.

summaries for now:

+ holding girl on (water slide?) kiss a bit at the bottom; people see and disapprove; flying, want to go faster, see spiderman?; with a child, I'm severe with it?; in public gathering dissing me, I'm ashamed; escape down magic ladder; dejected and ruined, they pour 40 gallons of runny chocolate pudding on my head, I want to drown in it or cut my wrists and die.

+ in house, room with crying teen girls, my sons, S1 test results via prisoner basketball game; observe player of game in person

+ teaching young female intern the system at work, she knows it already and wants to give it a poor name

+ erotic moment with wife goes bad as she rejects me for not being sexually attractive; motorcycle; gas station, shower (naked), no slippers/floor, pee down to 2nd level of bathroom, get stuck, swing on rope, climb back, "they'll kill you", check out/get phone, see guy get back hurt by worker, call wife she's left message she's furious I answered phone brusquely (it was the gas station guy I say, tell whole story), she doesn't believe me, "prove it" she says

+ hiking/exploring on the massive mountainside carvings/statue
The scene [or my memory of it] begins with a group emerging onto a large open area outside high up on a mountainside. Ahead of me is a young asian man (with a small mustasche?) whom I think previously was on our team but has switched sides to the enemy?
I "know" that the place we are is very special massive carving on the mountainside, of a Chinese dog/dragon head. There are huge golden pillars/boulders to the sides, and I look up at the face of the cliffs and see the huge eye carved there. I see in the very far distance, a flat land far away and far below, and know that the carvings on the mountain are quite well seen from even that far away.

I'm looking down at the ground and see all sorts of very colorful stones/rocks. I want to take one or more with me, but I do not know if I have any spare weight left in my luggage. I look at several, and one in particular catches my eye and I pick it up and turn it over and look at it all around: it is a grayish stone covered with beautiful pastel blue and green polka dots.

Another stone has a clear crystal part and a deep reddish-brown translucent part, and I turn it over and see some bits of salami wedged into the rock. Of course, because this is a salami sandwich rock! I pick out the bits of salami.

I see more rocks, like flint/shale, sharp, ragged edges. I pick one up and turn it over, there are large scarab beetles (?) on the bottom. I move up a path picking up other rocks, and there are mussels inside chambers if you lift off the covers.

My colleague CC (companies "3", "b", current company "s") is there and says he's hungry. I ask if he's eaten those beetles from the underside of that other rock. He says yes, I say "even with all those gross wiggly legs!?".

+ visiting anderj101's new room, playing his piano
I'm hanging around a (dorm?) and [pretty sure it's] anderj101 comes up with pictures of his new room! He applied for and got a room for himself, the picture has a couch on it. I go to see his new room. In the picture there is a small square hard (wood?)-floor dance area where he teachers dance classes to kids. I think that those classes are probably why he was approved to get this room all to himself. I see the small area on the picture, and inside the room I see the same area but it's smaller. I look again and it's more reasonable sized now.

Inside the room we both hold out our arms to our sides and spin around in circles, and I say "oh boy, So Much Space!" I revel in all the open space in this room.

I move to sit on a couch, and I feel like I'm so comfortable here I want to sleep. But I say that "I'm just going to sit here and close my eyes and imagine things (decorating options?) about this room" but really I intend to sleep.

I get up and turn around and want to play on anderj101's piano. He says "well don't play that old one, it's out of tune." So I sit down on a (square cushioned?) stool in front of the digital piano which is a shiny, deep burgundy color, and very curvy/swoopy in shape. The keyboard is on the ground with no stand so I can't reach it. Anderj101 says "most people pick up the keyboard and put in on their laps." So I do that. I position my hands to start playing the intro to Arthur's Theme (Christopher Cross), but then I notice that all the keys above middle C are missing and there are only little circular buttons where the key would press down to activate the sound, and realize I can't play this.

I try to play anyway, and position my hands and try to play, but the whole keyboard is now flexible and bending up and down in peaks and valleys and the keys are all sort of squished close together, and I give up after just a bar or two.

We're outside now walking in to some door and I say "love songs are the most fiendishly difficult to play." Anderj101 says "yeah and girlfriends always want you to play those love songs." I say "so you might as well have to be a concert pianist!"

Inside the door I'm standing close with a group of people, one of whom is VTch who comes up, he comes up from the back and around the crowd to stand in front of me. He says someone apparently had been squeezing him very hard on his arm.

+ at work, watching a color printer in action
I'm at a job that I never go to much, it is a moonlighting job. I wonder if I can ask the president for my paycheck, and if I picked it up last time since I don't come around very much. I'm standing at printer, against wall, then I move to the one in the middle of the room which is managed by the IT guy who's desk is right there in the middle of the room. This is a color printer and it has a very special way of printing (dots?). I watch the process of a large long piece of paper has various color designs painted on it in a waterfall pattern.

+ (f) at a party, something about getting beer?

No recording during the night, so earlier dreams area bit fuzzy, but they were definitely also vividly experienced.

+ riding some powered sled with my wife, on snowy hills, we're sort of spinning out on the turns, I try to bring it under control. We're then inside some place, like the lobby of a motel, two twin young men are there with short black hair, we say something to them and talk with the staff there a little, those twins are a bit strange.

+ in the (underground) basement of childhood home, hey I can see out to the garden from here from under the house, I go out to the garden, look back at the house and notice that the hole is huge, anybody could walk in there, I should repair that. Neighbor boy PG my age is there, grown, and with a long thick black beard, his parents are there too, I go and shake his hand.

+ to the side of busy traffic road, cops walk past me to interrogate a guy on a motorcycle, he's starting to shake uncontrollably from being nervous, he's claiming everything is fine but the cops's questions are pointed, and the guy ends up admitting more and more fault ("Yeah, it's not my motorcycle, but my friend let me ride it! Honest!" and so on like that). I'm relieved they didn't stop and question me. [WBTB residue! I looked out the window during a waking and saw two cops questioning and searching a shady charater]. I cross the busy street and continue my escape down some stairs, the stairway bends and turns and there are strange metal struts framing all the walls, I'm getting the feeling I'll be trapped here, but I miraculously find an exit back up to above ground and go out. I see my wife in the distance waving to me and smiling, she's really happy to see me, we go on to do other things [forgot].

+ in (the park of childhood neighborhood?) I see a man who I know has been helping me throughout (my dreams?). I say "sorry to take up so much of your time." He answers "yeah, it's taken pretty much all day." I start to think I may be shared dreaming with him! I get very excited and ask him "Hey did I earlier tell you all about a motorcycle? [earlier dream]" and he said yes and starts telling a story, as he does this I have a DO view above a road in wooded hills with traffic below. Then I'm with some girl (unseen) who's moving besides me and talks about flying. I ask her, amazed, if she can *actually* fly. She says that if you practice visualizing it then it (seems real?). At this point we're flying DO over a forest landscape for a while, enjoying the view.

+ driving in a car in old CA neighborhood (MR, ML?), I'm thinking about our foreign visitors who've been staying with us [false memory]. I think we should go up to my folk's house, but I wonder if the trip there and back would be too tiring for our guests. I'm trying to think how long they've been here and when they need to return home, I realize it's probably at least a week away.

On the curb outside someone's house I notice a big red S is planted there, it is the "S" from the logo of a Safeway store. It sort of looks like a dollar sign? Sort of surprised by this.

Back in "our house" I hear the voice of my son S1, he sounds very excited and in fact a bit tipsy/drunk. He's talking very animatedly with his friends in another room. I want to go see what they're up to. I approach a set of white double doors, open them, and enter the room. S1 is sitting on the floor with two friends, I say "Hi!" [in a foreign language], and S1 says "Hey, dad, what are you up to!?" I say "I just came in for a drink." Then I'm standing over him and he now seems as he was about 9-10 years old. There's a little mini-fridge next to us and it's open and I see two tall bottles, son S1 is being very friendly and says "here dad, you could have this guava juice." I see there is also a bottle of ginger ale there.

My wife is trying to organize some board games on the floor of this living room area, I notice a bunch of boards and pieces of paper and things there.

I'm holding a bottle of soda and walking through the living room opening it, it starts to fizz over wildly so I quickly close the cap and open it slowly, letting out the gas pressure a little by little.

My sons are talking about the young chess player DN. They're saying he got into [my childhood home's] high school or university there. He's very famous, all the bloggers are talking about him. I wistfully think that if my kids had only applied themselves more they could have been successful chess players as well. Son S1 is standing at the counter with me and is saying "I lost my other one, like usual." I see he's holding a chess game's score sheet, and ask where the other one is. "I lost it, I told you." he says.

Still trying to adjust jet-lagged schedule, it's hard on long dark winter days. Getting a bit better.

To bed exhausted at 9:30pm, woke 2:30am, up for about 3.5 hours, back to bed, can't sleep, looong looong long time falling asleep (1-2 hours it seems?). Finally do fall asleep and having some interesting dreams with not so great recall.

+ (f) swimming pool / water tank situation, underwater they're blowing things around with a big piece of machinery, I have to deal with this

+ (f) I'm adjusting a system of watering drippers in the ground / potted plants. They're spraying water while I'm working on them.

+ advertisement, I see full-screen pictures of plates of food, announcer says "And now, soldiers can eat [this weird bean-dish thing] and not have to 'drop a bomb' later!".

I'm thinking about making these dishes at home with a good juicing blender.

+ a girl is walking around with fliers, I'm sitting in an area with other people. I have to pee. The girl is announcing "full body flush!" service. I wonder if this has to do with peeing? Or an erotic massage? Then the flier girl gives a flier to a small girl and I think "guess not." The flier girl is wearing a loose shirt and I get a view (I think?) of bewbz underneath the shirt (out of the "corner of my eye").

OMG I may remain officially polyphasic if it weren't for having to live in the world with the rest of the monophasic sleep people. Long nap (2+ hours) dreams are amazing! Perhaps some quick day residue from watching "Snowpiercer" (highly recommended BTW, very dream-like).

SSILD get me to sleep in minutes. I was pretty tired to start with, however.

I just woke from one of the longest, most vivid/present, and especially *bizarre* series of scenes I've probably had in over a year (the bizarreness that is). Really strange stuff! Judging time is always difficult, but allowing for the inevitable gaps, it seemed to run at least 30-45 minutes and probably even more. There were some semi-lucid moments, but for the most part I was just observing/experiencing/participating in one really weird thing to the next.

+ outdoors walking rural hilly paths winding around corners with DCs, someone says the event is over and they're going to give a tour of the (outer ring road?)

returning "home", sneaking through next door neighbor's garden leaning forwards so as not to be seen by them, they're inside the house. There are flagstones on the garden ground?

important visitors (many) at the large table inside (my house?), passing around a plate of disgusting petrified tiny animals and animal parts. I get passed the plate and am horrified by what I see there, and just pass it on to the next person. I get up and leave the table even though the very important people are holding some sort of ceremony.
I go to a back room, there's a woman terrified of what's behind the closet door, she's opening it slightly and looking inside, I open the door and look to see what it is but it turns out to be just some puddles of (cat? animal) pee/poop on the floor that I see is dripping from a spot in the the ceiling overhead.
Return to front room and look for food packages under the table that are left over but most have been claimed

walking through a gravity transforming 90-degree wall becomes floor area, a very strange feeling as the gravity transforms 90 degrees, almost lucid?

sitting at a food counter (sushi?) while flamboyantly gay cooks wearing bright, shiny satin underwear under colorful kimono-like robes are jumping around like crazy, trying to shake up (the sauce?, which they're holding). He gets up on the counter and shakes his satin-covered butt up and down right in my face. "Hey, don't point that thing at me! " I exclaim. He asks "What are you looking at!?" and I answer "the cows" (?!)

looking over at (undressing?) females in the building across and making cat-callish remarks. sexy time (censored, believe it or not, too much even for me to post!). The DC "finishes" and says so dirty-talk-ishly.

in a very strange vessel with old and young men, I'm trying to find an available toilet (have to pee) but they're all occupied by guys doing weird things with worms. Using them as drugs? Rolled up bizarre creatures, they're going to smoke them live. Like a miniature bat-ray or large lamprey with circular, toothy, sphincter-mouth. The ray is rolled in to a tube in preparation for smoking it, I take a "drag" on the unlit living tube. Others are twisting/torturing strange small doll-sized beings (blue, smurfs?) and getting high off of the dust/vapor that they exude when twisted.

outdoors in a parking lot, up on a higher second level are guys working at some sort of blast forge that is spewing streams of fire. In addition to the forge workers there's a guy wearing a medieval helmet and I suppose they're forging armor for this customer. I'm talking to people and glancing up at this forge in action and "remember" that I've seen those forging guys before (in person? on a show?). Enter tiny cul-de-sac filled with middle-aged women and teens/20s girls, my small car is there, I can't find my keys in my pants/pockets I'm patting myself down. Then I "remember" that I left the keys in the car. I look down and see them sticking out of the ignition. "What kind of car is that?" a woman asks. "The kind of car where you can leave your keys right in it and it won't be stolen." The women and the girls are crowding around me and the girls are getting very friendly with me, touching/rubbing against me, which I like. Then the older women get suspicious and leave, taking the girls with them.

I'm trying to vault up over some railings and plan a grand take off to start flying, but some things are in the way and I lose momentum. Then I hop up on top of the railing, which extends straight for about 20 feet then ends high over a nice landscape, so I run along it picking up speed, and launch myself off the end just knowing that I'll fly. Extend my arms out to the sides airplane style. I'm circling around this area. A pretty girl is flying next to me, her shoulder against mine, a woman on the ground gave her some (orange juice? candy?) earlier

Spoiler for sexy moment:

I want some, so I tell her to give it to me from her mouth. She sticks out her tongue which has some (orange pulp?) on it, I lean over and take her tongue in my mouth and suck the juice/pulp/stuff off of it. I feel her slippery tongue between my lips.

Still felt quite tired, so after being up for 4 hours (after sleeping for about 6.5 during the "normal night"), I went back to bed, around 11:30am. It took me a long time to fall asleep. Breathing relaxation wasn't distracting enough from thoughts, so after several position changes and attempts at quieting my mind via breathing alone, I started playing around with SSILD. Vision / hearing / body, in various orders and varying durations. That did the trick!

+ I'm walking along the ridge of very high hills overlooking an ocean far below. I put down my stuff, and decide to fly. I take off and am gliding down the step but not vertical slope, picking up speed. I put my hands out in front of me and see them stretched out superman style. I think about pulling up and do some loops but I decide to fly all the way down to the water, then pulling up and seeing how far back up my momentum will take me. The view is amazing: clear, bright day in sunlight, blue sky.

+ I'm in "my room," a smallish room sort of like in an office building. Someone has brought me a new (couch?) with artificial materials which really smells very chemically. I walk out and to the next room which is also mine, it is full of stuff, very cluttered.

+ [False Asleep-ening?] I'm lying in bed and experiencing very strong vibrations. I'm trying to WILD. The vibrations come and go. Sometimes they get very strong. I wonder if I'm already dreaming, I should just try to get up, but I'm concerned about moving my waking body. Someone's on the room with me, I think it's my son, he's making some noise and brushing up again my feet which are hanging off the end of the bed? I'm able to ignore him and continue waiting for the dream to form, but it doesn't seem to want to form visually. I'm surfing the vibrations, staying calm, for what feels like a long time. The vibrations get pretty intense.

+ I'm lying on a mattress on the ground in a room in a house. I'm lying among sheets but am naked and exposed, in an aroused state. There's a (middle-aged Asian?) woman there, she puts on a lab coat. She's the masseuse, I'm going to get an erotic massage. I think about her touching my (ahem) and get excited. Then I see my son enter the room from a back room, and think oops, we're going to the same place, and how awkward it is to see him here. He leaves, and the masseuse mentions that he has some handheld device that is displaying information. I say that's nothing to worry about (?).

Walking through this building, at one point it's a haunted place, where ghosts move around, and I see faint impressions of them as they move through me (I'm standing in a doorway) into the room behind me, I feel them passing through me and say "I feel them!".

In a back-room kitchen of the massage building, a woman is in there (saying "you shouldn't be here"?). Outside on a street, there is a naked woman showering in the distance on a store-front. I don't pay much attention at first, then I think I could go have sex with her. But since it's a shower situation lubrication would be required. Then there's an odd scene for about a minute of me trying to stuff my (ahem) into some other weird flesh thing with very small openings and it's just not working out.

+ I'm at a medium-sized round swimming pool (more like a wading pool) at some abandoned house. There's a guy (clothed?) splashing around in the blue water. I say/think the water must be nasty because it hasn't been cleaned in a long time, he says "naw, it's fine, I haven't had any problems and I come here a lot ". But I still think it's dirty and there could be any number of maladies you could pick up from it. There are several people mulling around.

+ (f) hanging out with laughing crowd, a young version of DT (JT's from company "3") is there in a sleeveless top, and one point she lifts her arms up over her head and holds on to something above and behind her, the view is fantastic.

Long, fairly vivid dream.

+ I'm in the top bunk of a bunk bed with my jr high best friend DD, we're sleeping there. A guy has come to talk to us. I'm a bit embarrassed about being in bed with DD and think I should probably say "this isn't a gay thing, we're just sleeping."

I get up and look back and the bunk, I think maybe I should sleep on the lower bunk, no one's there, but it is really messy and dirty. There's a single bed next to the bunk beds with a girl lying in it.

DD and I are getting dressed in order to be (waiters?) at a (catering?) event. The manager comes by and says "you're wearing THAT!?" I get really mad and get in his face and we go to the upper level (of the park playground?) and stutter and stammer and can't find the words, I'm try to say something like "you need to be..." (respectful?) (with your position of authority?).

In another area/room, getting dressed for the work. Black shirt, black pants, should I wear a tie? Is it OK that I don't wear a belt? I get a close up view of the back of the pants which has a dip in it at the belt line.

Jet lag still bad. My schedule is still upside down. I finally slept about 6 hours "at night" last night in addition to about 3-4 in the late afternoon yesterday (gave in). 1mg melatonin at "bedtime" to make sure I fall asleep.

+ walking through the lego competition, at the end of the displays I fly/hover to college friend & roommate NI over the bookcase, I land right up against him and we hug, he says something. I realize while hovering that I am moving from the power of sheer will alone

+ follow the hot thong-wearing girl(s) to the ice skating river, choosing parking places, where are my hockey skates?, oh crap look my arm is broken! This means I can't go skating.

+ in the bedroom, go to the window to (open/close) the screen, the screen doesn't fit the window

+ in the back seat of the old-time convertible sitting with friends, I'm turned sideways so that my legs extend across the uni-seat , seat belt on (shoulder belt), driver going fast & hitting bumps, my legs fly high into the air, good thing my belt's on, I should face forwards

+ in the large public bathroom, L-shaped, leave coming around the corner, there are some kids there, outside we're at a candy stand.

1-2 major (near epic? long, detailed) late dreams that completely fell out of my head. Odd, usually it's the earlier ones that slip. Jet lag sucks!

+ (impression) something with college friend and roommate FG?

very late to bed, alarms hit after only about 5 hours of sleep.

earlier:

+ (impressions) work thoughts, trying to formulate a correct/efficient query

later:

+ in the large field (of low water), I will build something ("RPG?"), leave field to get (ammo/rifle?), see empty rifle boxes, think about checking out the box for the listed kind of ammo it takes. I feel a bit silly investigating the boxes in the trash because they're obviously empty, who would leave their rifle in the box in the garbage? Sandwiched between the boxes I see my old camping backpack and "remember" that I put it there before and note that it is still there. I turn around to head back and see lots of old bicycles. My wife is there and is asking what I'm doing (?) but then says "Oh if you need one of these it's OK, do what you have to."

+ (f) on a high battlements? Someone says something about some group using the fields around? I thought the fields were needed by the host country?

+ guy is weighing ground meat for me, asking me how much I need. The amount is "12xxxx" but he wants to know where to put the decimal point (i.e., is it 1.2 pounds, or 12 pounds, or...?), I think and say "1.2" pounds is the right amount. Then I set about to cook meatball soup. The guy asks the others to prepare the vegetables for the soup. I'm looking closely at plates of ingredients, there are some cooked slices of meat, I sample some of the broth and the beef slices, a bit concerned about whether they're cooked already, and thinking maybe I shouldn't be sampling too much while I'm cooking.

+ (f) longer dream poorly recalled, culminating in walking in a large open field in the country (with wife?) what was our property, at the finale: standing and observing a creek and the beginnings of a big bridge (we were building?), a huge chunk of concrete on the far bank and some temporary wooden frame

+ ski slope, no snow, met some skier, I work there? climbing up hills, streams of (chopped wood?) flowing down the hills trying to make progress against these, eventually make it to the top of the hill and file a report on my experience.

+ epic: return to former adult home

At the beginning: long sequence in the back yard of my old home, the new owners are away. I need to finish some yard work? I see my old [deceased] dog? At some point: wandering through the house itself, observing things, [inaccurate], interacting with new owners, putting up some sort of infrastructure.

I'm walking towards the house and catch a glimpse of a nail sticking up out of the ground. I return and look closely and there's an entire irregular patch of 1" - 2" nails sticking (point-side up) up out of the ground, and say "you have to be careful here!"

I notice that there are large piles of our former things that we left here. Lots of little knick-knacks and many other items. I look for a box to pile all the stuff in to. It may just be a mess at our new place but the new owners will probably just toss all this stuff out so I should just take it with me. In a shed in the back yard all of our stuff is piled high. I take something from the pile in the middle of the shed and it is my sons old camping sleeping bag. I unpack it from its stuff sack and look at it: it is a dark-colored, mummy-style down sleeping bag. I think about writing an ad for it "almost new, very clean, only used once or twice." I wonder if it is too small for him now.

I'm facing the house yard to my back in the backyard and I take a few steps towards the house and [semi]get the urge to fly. I wonder if I'll be able to fly, and I try to take off and I do fly. I get a big smile on my face as I soar up over the roof of the house and observe the neighborhood from about 30 feet up in the air. As I'm taking off into the sky I think I see the former owners inside the house, along with former colleague GT [company "3"] who catches a glimpse of me as I take off.

From up in the air I see across the street is a middle-aged woman working in her front yard on concrete. I think about swooping down to her and engaging but decide quickly against it (she's not attractive). I fly around for a bit and return to my "current home" which is right next door to our former home [false].

I return then to the former home in order to continue retrieving our personal belongings from the shed in the back yard. I enter the property on the right side yard of the property. The new owner wife and husband are there. I meet the wife first, she's not very friendly, she approaches and says s.l. "after all this time, you're finally coming to meet us?" I ignore the jab and keep greeting them. Meet the husband. I get this idea and say to him, "when it gets hot in summer, we'll sit out on the veranda and drink tall mugs of beer." The wife says s.l. "you can do that on *your* property."

Workmen are hauling our former belongings out of the hut and piling them on the concrete in the side yard. I see some green and a purple yoga mats. I pull those aside since they are expensive. They're going to take all this stuff away.

I'm walking with the husband in the back yard towards the left side yard. I ask him "do you play racquet sports? Like tennis, racquetball?" He says "racquetball." I say "I haven't played racquetball in a long time. Do you play squash?" [No reply?].

My attention is grabbed by the structure that (I?) had begun constructing in the back yard. At some point there was a workman earlier who had come to work on it, and I see that he has completely finished it. Formerly open, he had closed the entire structure with dark square panels that go all the way up to "the roof" [in the back yard!?] closing it off. I say "whoa, he really finished that thing." I was very surprised since I didn't remember it looking that way the last time I looked at it. Other portions are still open. The new owners gets up and tried to look closely at it. I'm trying to point out a particular feature which is right there in front of his face: "to the right….to the left…it's RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYE!"

I turn and look back all over the back yard in the left far corner, seeing the entire back yard and the house. The hard is filled with this rough 2-level structure. I wonder what it's for, you could store things in there but it's not a strong structure, being built of what appear to be bamboo poles and filled in with straw. I say "You could store grass clippings here from mowing the lawn?"

Wake up and get concerned about the time. Indeed it's around 5pm now and I still need to get in a full work day, argh!

Slept for somewhere around 5 hours at current "night time" (went to bed after midnight, after midnight it is 2015-10-27. Recalled a fairly long very dreamy/random-ish sequence.

+ I'm hiking with my wife among rolling hills. She wants to know about what's going on around us, we should head for higher ground. I look around and see a tall hill across across from our hill (the ground dips way down from where we are before climbing up to the other hill). She indicates her heart is not feeling up to the hike there. I personally feel fine and energetic/healthy.

I'm then looking at a computer map of our area. There is the idea of "density of people [camped?]", shouldn't be more than 1 person per 10 feet(?). I'm looking at this map and trying to find my way back to where we were standing, on the map. I see some suburban area with trees interspersed with buildings.

I'm walking up a dark road at night, and into a small store where I know the owner. Another guy comes in and I think he has guns. He's carrying plastic shopping bags, and he's talking about having to deliver a double-barreled shotgun to somebody. His bag rips and the shotgun is exposed. I back out of the store and take out my own shotgun and pistol. I'm backing up around corners down the path, when I get to another corner I line up a shot. He comes around the corner and I wait a bit then shoot. The gun is ineffective, like it's a child's pellet gun.
I back around the next corner and prepare my pistol. The guy (now different? Younger and dark skinned?) is with a young woman now. I leave the exposure of the corner and approach, lining up a head shot (on the female?), concerned about getting shot by them but wanting to make sure I get them. There is a tussle and I end up point blank shooting the (female?) around the neck but nothing happens. I say/think "these guns are ineffective against them!" and make a run for it.

The guy is distracted and the girl is hanging back so I try to escape. I think how disappointed my dad would be in me: I thought I was all bad-ass in getting these guns but now it appears I'm the bad guy. They will capture me and turn me in and I'll be disgraced. I'm trying to run but I'm not reaching any cover, they could come out and see me any moment. Nearby is some rural looking home with large fenced yard (and orange trees?) but if I go in there the owners of the home may not like me on their territory.

There's also a school near a path(?). A lot of little kids are playing there. I could befriend the kids and hide among them but if I'm caught and taken away they'd be sad. There are some adult women nearby, too.

There's a drinking fountain nearby and I go for a drink. Seem now to be in a covered outdoor area at night / low lighting. I'm washing my hands at a sink and turn around to help the woman working behind me who is making some huge long thing out of dough which is spread out on the cement ground across the path (30-40 feet wide?). I need to help her mix the water and flour to make the dough. A man comes and says that she/we need to get the dough on cookie sheets right away ("Do it now, soldier!" he says?) before the dough hardens up on the concrete ground. The woman(?) is then making small objects out of the dough and the man is saying "if you keep doing that there just may be enough for everybody."

Then a vague scene about putting the dough in constains on shelves in a very wide refrigerator(?)

Jet lagged. Long afternoon nap (4 hours) Moving on to actual dream memories now.

+ looking at a map from overhead, like on an internet maps site. There is a red "pointer" marker showing our target. I see a "C"-shaped area made out of buildings, my name is involved.

+ Getting criticism of my (writing?) by best friend's MR's [deceased] father. He's examining my words and putting them up on a board and criticizing them for what they rhyme with. I retort that he's using a completely subjective scale.

+ (impression) young people, club, gathering, doing things.

Dreams of work projects.

Something to do with a bicycle?

Good things (tm) come from going to bed before midnight! Several prior nights of no recall, finally a nice dreaming session again!

early:

@ about 5 hrs
+ impressions only, but of many dreams : my dad?, buildings, flying?, conflict? Many people & places

WBTB

Fall asleep somewhere around 7 hrs

In and out of waking and dreaming

+ LD#152 I'm playing racquetball, I see myself 3rd person from the back on the court. I'm thinking my opponents are impressed with the view of my butt: short short, well trimmed, etc. The view pans around to the left side of me still from the rear focusing on my butt, and I'm horrified to realize that my shorts are too short and my underwear is clearly visible poking out from beneath the shorts. I wonder how long this has been the case, every time I play?!

Walking through a lobby outside the court, indoors, people are around, I feel totally awake, but remember that at any time I could be dreaming, so I reach up for a nose pinch and am somewhat astonished to realize that I'm dreaming! I see some girls across the room and briefly entertain the thought of moving towards them, (decide against it?) but I lose visuals. I'm still dreaming, in the void, but am not 100% sure I'm not awake in bed. I rub my hands and feel like I am doing this lying in bed on my side in the dark. I wait a bit for a scene to form and think about visualizing something, there's a discontinuity, then I wake up and do a nose pinch and I'm awake in bed, the hand-rub episode was still in the dream state!

+ I'm in my old (company "3") office building. I'm approaching my office and hear a meeting taking place in the office next to mine. I think about going in and telling them about the dream I just had but I think they're probably not interested. I enter my office and reach down and switch on the lamp on the desk. The lighting is still pretty low in the office but I remember I usually work like this. I turn towards the door and see that it's a bit more closed than it should be. (I put something on the desk?)

+ (semi) fun at the strip search

Spoiler for explicit sexy time, do not read if you don't like that sort of thing:

I'm walking by some area indoors, I'm with somebody but I notice off to the left a naked woman is standing (strip search / police area?). I decide suddenly to go there and check it out. I noticed up against a wall a woman is naked with legs spread wide in a split, there's a nice view. As I approach she takes a "doggy position" pose on hands and knees, with her (ahem) clearly visible and ready and pointing right at me. I begin slow intercourse, feeling for the sensation, knowing this is not a waking scenario, yet not fully lucid. I enter her several more times, watching the action, feeling for the sensation, and being a bit disappointed that it's not very intense. I then reach both hands up to her back and run them up and down her sides along her back, narrowing at her waist, and widening again at her hips, my hands go up and down several times, the feeling of her skin on the palms of my hands is very accurate and waking-like.

There follows several different scenarios. The scenes alternated between plot, leaving and returning a couple times. Brief wakings occur a few times.

+ I wake up in a large room in a house. In another room in the house the family who lives there ("friends" of mine) are also waking up. I hear an alarm clock go off. Some of the females in the family are moving through the hallways. I'm just in my (briefs) underwear. I lean my head out into the hallway several times, keeping my body in the room so as not to be "exposed" as I exchange a few words [forgotten] with the ladies.

I'm at a mall, there are a lot of people around. My perspective is as if I'm kneeling/sitting on the floor, I watch people (especially the girls) moving about me.

I'm heading outside (I'm with my wife?). An attendant tells us the (hardware store?) entrace is to our left after we leave. I "remember" the location of this store, I know I can find it. We're walking outside and we come across a cat and a chair on the pavement. The cat has its hind legs on the ground and its front paws and head up above the seat of the chair, drinking water from a pool of water that gathered in the depression of the chair. I contemplate life and and suffering and reproduction and wonder why God would create beings with survival needs in circumstances where they can't satisfy those needs which results in suffering. The cat seems to be screaming?

I'm back inside the family friends home. Everybody is moving around in the kitchen, a lot of people live there (many related families), they're busy getting ready for the day. I tell them about the cat I saw outside, and say in <foreign language> that it was screaming. The old man of the family answers (don't see him) "screaming, eh? That darn cat." I'm standing at a tall bar counter separating the kitchen from the room I'm in. Two of the females of the family come up to the bar, they present me with gifts: a medium-sized cup-o-noodles completely sealed in clear cellophane (I wonder if I should have got them gifts as a guest?), and a small medical plastic dosage cup with a small amount of brink pink thick liquid in it (like Pepto-Bismol). I ask them what that is. They answer in <foreign language>, but I can't understand them. They're speaking too quiet, and I can't make out the words. I ask them again, they repeat again, and I don't understand again. I'm embarrassed that I don't understand. I ask again for them to speak louder. They say in <foreign language> "shampoo." I say "Oh! Shampoo! Ok...." then they clarify that it is shampoo for dogs. There's some sort of paperwork stating this?

Back at the mall (past the cat), my hands are full of shopping bags. I look down and one of the bags contains my gray sweat pants and nothing else. I juggle the bangs in my hands to I can carry them better. I head outside and walk to the right, back to the door from which I exited in the earlier scene. I'm a bit concerned about people following me. I'm walking fast. I feel my legs, I'm a bit surprised at the feeling of my legs, how fast I'm going, and how light I feel on my feet.

+ (semi) I'm walking outdoors on a walkway (some stairs going up?) and there's a group of college girls in front of me.

Spoiler for sexy time encounter, a bit of dominance, don't read if that's not your cup o' tea:

I notice the girl on the left is really hot, and has a nice bust. I reach over with my right hand to her right breast and hold it lightly. I (think? hear?) a complaint that she'll be late for class. I say out loud, "now if you think about it, you don't actually have any classes today! [because this is a dream?]. And I turn her and push her up against the wall. I think what to do: bewbz play, or make out? I decide I want her to strip a bit and say "show me your ***! Put your arms up over your head!" She does [things are vague a bit hazy, probably waking at this point], but she hangs down her forearms and hands blocking the view. I take a forearm in each hand and pin them to the wall up over her head

, and I wake up.