Non-Lucid Dreams
1/10 LDs until March 10th, 9 to go in 7 days, have to turn up the heat! + in childhood home garage, looking up the driveway at the L's house across the street. It's night. The L's are active in their house, in the upstairs left room someone's lifting weights. I close the garage door even more because I don't want them to see me [DREAM SIGN] and because I want to change. I look down on the floor and see a woman's evening dress laid out. It is sleeveless, and that's a good thing in order to play a string instrument concerto in because the arms should be free. I'm looking through the closed garage door back up at the L's , it is almost completely translucent but I can see that it is still closed, yet I can see through it easily. I wonder if it blocks the view in the other direction looking in. + in racquetball court, warming up? There is a group warm-up going on led by a teacher, kind of like a dance. I see out the door that my partner has arrived, and I stick my head out briefly and wave at him to get his attention, then return to the dancing warmup. There is a rhyming foreign-language song going on to the rhythm of the dance. + crossing the street at night, I'm surrounded by a group of deformed vagabonds, they are reaching their hands towards me, I instantly detect a pickpocketing scam and push them all away from me. They're asking directions to the concert and I don't want to tell them anything. at another (daytime) crossing a woman is lying in the street. We bend down to see if she's OK but it turns out to be a doll? + (f) in a car, a bunch of black thugs is carjacking us? I start asking them scientific questions to confuse them, but one of them I realize is the brother of a famous physicist, so I start asking questions about thermodynamics that always confused me. + (f) approaching a planted garden laid out in regular rows. A pile of prepared food including turkey [DIET DREAM SIGN lol], one piece is gooey and undercooked, this couldn't be mine, I always cook it fully. Someone picks up a large slab of meat of some sort. + (f) descending into a grocery store, I'm ambushed, and I fight back and beat them badly. I go outside and ambush some more of them.
earlier: + (f) I'm looking at a thing that can pass through other objects, I'm wondering about the kind of materials (probably others, forgotten) later: + PTL1 (very vivid and present) Outside in daylight collecting all the mail that's accumulated while we've been gone (from prior adult home), there's quite a bit it takes several handfuls to get it all. I enter our home and there are other people there. The place is wildly decorated and they look strange. Then I remember that we've rented to place out to them and they must still be here. There are a couple of girls in the dining area and they're dressed weirdly and they're doing something like giving a haircut or something. I go walking through the house. I notice right away that they've tiled the hallway with large square plexiglass plates, I guess to protect the hardwood floors. I go into (S1's room?) at the end of the hall and I'm inspecting the floor. There are a bunch of black marks on it, I'm kind of pissed about that. I get down with my face to floor level [DREAM SIGN] and I look carefully, I see an area that seems to be charred as if by fire. I look at the area under the bed and there are a lot of black scratch marks there, as if someone has been really active in that bed jumping around making these marks. Then I see more clear plexiglass placed under the bed, in an attempt to stop the marks, but it's obviously not working. I look at the charred place again and imagine there was a fire. I look at the spot where there is a char and a hole, and I feel a blast of cold are coming up through the hole. There's a renter there, and he compliments me on how well we sealed the floor so that drafts don't come up. Looking at the walls of the (same/different?) room and they've been demolished. The wallboard has been ripped off and there are tons of pipes and ropes and just junk filling the wall. I think this is going to be a monumental effort to clean up and replace. I wonder if I can do it myself. The renter comments, "nah, it can easily be fixed up for $30,000". I walk back up the hallway and there is a short guy there wearing an odd contraption and he has a big quarrel full of (rock salt? sugar crystals?). He's playing capture the flag, and he's wearing a thing that holds the flag on his back (?) and he has a gun that shoots that granulated salt/sugar if an enemy removes the flag, I think that stuff would sting if it hit you. + Boy and other odd smaller kids Outside on a street, there is a dark-skinned boy there, I have some interaction with him, and he goes into his house. I follow. There are no parents there. (Some more stuff, don't remember). Then I hear crying from another room. I go in and there are two smaller children there. All these kids have been abandoned? They're crying really loudly now. I look at one and pick it up and I'm trying to determine its gender and it shrinks to a doll sized wrinkled sick looking thing in my hands. I look at the other kid and it's a boy who seems normal sized. (waking, BTS?) + PTL 2 I'm back in PTL, this time with my sons (younger age) in the living room. We're looking out the large window onto the front lawn, there is a bunch of random stuff piled there. Son S1 mentions the hose is blocked. I go outside and I'm standing at the top of the lawn, looking at the grass. There is a large section where the grass has died and is just bare dirt. Also the landscaped path to the driveway is messed up and needs to be redone. I go to the street and there is a tall column thing where I take the hose. I un-crinkle it and turn it on. I adjust the nozzle and get a strong stream of water. I walk around the column to face the front lawn, now standing in the street, and start spraying the random things on the lawn with water to wash them. One is some photo-memorial with a random picture in it? I'm a bit concerned about getting water in the house. I go back in and tell S1 that the hose works fine it just needed to be stretched out and unkinked. waking, BTS + In the kitchen of a fast food restaurant, with a lot of immigrant workers. I try to get out of their way while they're working but there's a lot of them and a lot of clutter so I have to just stand there while they work. They're making a couple of burgers. One of the ingredients is zucchini. Aha I think, interesting secret ingredient! But it turns out they're just making deep-friend zucchini along with the burgers. The zucchini is sliced and put on a platter with a big thing of (tomato sauce?). The main chef guy carries a big tureen of sauce by me. They're making 2 burgers. They're putting sauce on them, and a lot of it so that it runs down the sides.
+ tennis with the (tennis) stars: I want to play them too but I end up collecting the balls for them, good deal for them they get to play and I end up chasing the balls. At first just a few, then a torrent of balls from out of their pockets. We go to the corner (of TV park? by the bike rack) and eat: I rise off a bowl of tortilla chips and pour out the water and put it down for everyone to eat The tennis is happening also in a room of a small house/cabin. A guy comes pounding on the door and gets upset when I don't answer it right away. + (maybe follow up scene of above dream) my son is talking to people outside of his bedroom window, he opens it widely and leans out. I want to see who he's talking to, so I climb up and lean out, too. There is a HUGE crowd of English-speaking tourists walking by, most college student age. They're sort of mulling around outside the window on the sidewalk and the street, about 100 people at least. I'm thinking I should offer them tourist suggestions, but I can't think of anything to say. My son is saying that the sports here is not worth watching but I say no that's crap, they should definitely go to a (tennis?) sports event. + I find myself (waking up?) lying with my head right on the edge of an extremely tall structure of some kind. My gaze looks out over the edge and down to sparkling water very far below. That fall would definitely kill you. I check back a few times and every time I get a very strong feeling of vertigo, I notice that where I am is far above even the mountains that surround the large body of water. I think I need to get down. I start sliding down, it's like a massive inflated kids' jumping palace. On the second slide down the structure begin deflating. I'm getting closer to the ground, but the maintenance guys who are deflating the structure say "too late, you should have gotten off earlier, now you'll have to wait until 4:30am in order to get off." I think I won't have to wait since I'm so close to the ground (water?). We're getting on a train ride with little cars filled with wool on the bottom (live sheep?), we're heading to the ghost town. + in the airport, in a hurry, choosing which goggles to use. Outdoors watch the launch of an air-ship (it looks like an old-time ocean schooner). sabotage/line, ships plummets out of the sky and hits the ground in a second, all the people on board bounce up from the shock in to the air and back down onto the ship, many are killed. The guy (young blonde boy?) who did the sabotage is then opening some (small plane?) with two young people lying down lengthwise in the tube, a guy and a girl? The bad guy (shoots a poison dart?) and one of the young people dies, looks very dead. I'm in a house, I walk by a hallway table where I see a bunch of packages/papers addressed to me. I clearly recognize my mother's handwriting (in pink). They're frantically searching for me. They've left their phone number as "130", which I "recognize" as the local emergency number. Why would they do that and not be here? I have a sense of dread that I need to get out of here as soon as possible, this is not my house, maybe it's the poisoning boy. My work laptop is here and I want to get it, I'm not even fully dressed but I sense that I must get out right now. Then the little blonde boy comes in and I'm dodging tiny little poison darts (that look like dental GUM sticks). I run for the front door, I go through one door then reach the front door, it's locked. The front wall of the house is a glass wall [DREAM SIGN]. There is a large force outside, many cars, here to take down the evil boy. I'm running along the glass wall to the right, trying to think of some way to break out. I think the people outside can easily break through with one of their cars. I see some people outside and I'm trying to sign/gesture communicate to them to break the glass. I write out the letters to "Break the glass" with my finger on the glass using backwards lettering so they can "read" it. They do bring a car and break the glass but it's in an area that already had a few doors to the outside, I say "well I feel stupid" for not noticing them. Then I and my rescuers are in a little floral garden (with posters of watermelons?), they're critiquing the esthetics of the garden, saying it's typical of that boy. later: + running to car in parking lot with laptop, convertible the top is down I'm evading some (bad guys?), throw the laptop in the back and think I'll raise the roof automatically. Can't get out of the parking lot because I must pay the attendant $41.50, trying to get change right with the attendant and the machine. + Some kind of intervention meeting. The subject is some wild hippy old guy who's approaching and singing some kind of nonsense song. girl with swirly pink birthmark skin all over. people slowly file out. I lie down next to the girl, my head next to hers, and I massage her scalp with my fingers, she says she likes that. There is a bed there and the girl is on it now, I check out to the hallway there is an older man there who heads down the stairs, leaving us along. I decide to have some fun with the girl who is still on the bed Spoiler for kind of sexy-time: She's wearing a skirt and sitting on the bed, I pick up her legs and spread them far apart, her skirt is out of the way and I have an awesome view of her panty-covered (ahem). I look away and back, she's still in that position, I look closer trying to see underneath the panties, see a little bit under the side, and think about going in for oral. + outside with a dark-skinned girl. She's swinging something around like a whip and I (help?) her. I'm walking with her and I'm feeling attracted to her. I'm standing close, should I move to kiss her? She tells me something and touches my arm with her hand while doing so. I should definitely kiss her! But she moves to return to where we came from and the moment is lost, and I follow her there.
Updated 02-21-2016 at 02:58 PM by 65364 (correct date)
+ [EPIC!] "Sand Castle" farm standing in fields, looking in to the main building, I choose 2nd floor office with great view of the fields as my office. officers come by, they run off to catch a deer, they identify its breed walk into office, odd lock on door, ceiling falling in sharp heavy glass everywhere, very dangerous almost trapped and cut to shreds. Boy this place needs work, extremely shabby. We spent over $300,000 on this place. wake up in bed, my body is covered with red spots like mosquito bites. This place is infested obviously. The place is called Sand Castle by the locals in a derogatory way, because the soil is poor and sandy. If it was put on the market, it would get no offers for months. We won't get our money back. we become a couple's destination retreat for gay black men speed-walking marathoners. There's a competition held, it involves a huge slide on the course and someone must judge, I jump down this slide and end up by the pool. see couples walking, tents all around the place. This is how we're going to save the farm, and I tell somebody about this. pool: I see fish in the clear water [DREAM SIGN!], an owl dives in to pick up and eat a dead pigeon lying on the right side of the pool. There's a salt-water flatfish (like a sole) on the bottom, who put that there? There are other fish around. My work manager set up a low sun-blocking shade on the left back corner of the pool area. go investigate the land, craggy and rocky, tall excavated almost-cave. Inside smaller cave, there is an ancient line marking the passage of the sun. pick up the fence, looks better now. I find the spoon from my boy scout fork/spoon/knife kit, but a small boy wants it and takes it. the passport inspectors come and my sister and brother in law watch how the immigration officers in this country check out my passport and residency document ------- wake, amazed at this long vivid epic dream. recall it for a while. eventually gather the will to apply my "fall asleep fast" approach. more dreams follow + mini-car There is a small red sports car, a man is driving it. He is a jerk, he's knocking people out of his way on the path, he's zipping around twisting mountainous paths. On the back of the car are the words written "range; 10 minutes on a charge." I think that's a pretty useless electric range and say so, have a discussion about how this could be used: maybe it'll help you reach the gas station if you're out of gas, or maybe if you take this little car with you on a road trip on a tailer (it's really small, so that's quite possible), it's enough of a charge to get you to a store and back. It's practically the size of a child's push-pedal car. + garden bees Down on the steps leading to my childhood home's back yard, I see that there are about 6 large circular planters arranged on the left side of the garden by the fish pond. I'm looking at them and I see that they're messing up the grass. I'm walking among them, and I think that they've been put over the place where I had planted mint [false] last year, I can't find the mind, there are some leafy plants growing, though. I should have put stakes where I planted the mint so I'd know where to look. I'm lying now on the grass with my head towards the right end of the yard, looking at the various flowering bushes growing on the left edge. One bush has a few grapes growing on it, "good, I could eat those before they're gone" I think. There are bees buzzing all around the flowery bush with the grapes. Some of them are on my shirt, a few on my stomach and a few on my chest. I brush them away but am concerned that they'll get aggressive. One of them flies into my ear and starts buzzing like crazy and I start shaking my head like crazy to get it out and I wake up. + waffle wrap I'm with my wife outside on a sidewalk doing something. I "remember" [false] inside there are tasty marzipan cakes available at a counter. I go inside and ask the girl at the counter but there are no more left. There is a man at the counter perpendicular to hers who starts offering me things. I have trouble understanding him perfectly, he's speaking a foreign language. He switches to English, and this surprises me [missed it!]. My wife is offended at his speaking English and leaves me on my own. I wonder how I'll get the order right myself. One of the things he offers is a waffle wrap with syrup, and sun-dried tomatoes on the inside. I decide I might as well get this. + boy with the hair, deja vu I'm in some public place and spot a boy I recognize. He has blonde and multi-colored dyed hair. He tells me about the situation he witnessed with me and some friends before, where one guy behaved very badly. I "remember" the scenario [false, probably]. Something with my wife correcting my pronunciation. + LD#174 Tsunami / call another planet ToTM Feb 2016 Advanced (i) In my childhood home, looking out at the view of the bay below. The water is in very close. All of a sudden, the water pulls far back very quickly. I recognize this as the sign of an approaching tsunami. I go running around the house screaming for my family to all get out immediately, stop what you're doing and run out and let's drive away! I'm running around and go up to the 2nd floor, into my old bedroom and look out the window. The scene is quiet and tranquil, the city lights are flickering in the distance and everything looks normal. Hmm. Is everything OK now, or is the tsunami still coming? I decide to fly out to sea and check if I can see a tsunami coming. I wonder if I'll be able to fly. I'll try to fly out the window to make sure. Maybe I'll just fall flat on my face. But if I can fly, I'll be dreaming. I feel entirely awake but am open to the possibility that I can fly [DREAM SIGN]. I take a few steps back and do a quick running take-off. Am I going to fall on my face? No, I'm floating towards the window now, slowly. I pull myself through the blinds and continue flying, slowly, I do a "superman with a go-pro" first-thrust to gain speed. I realize I'm dreaming, and I can do anything. There are people floating in the sky with me. I do a quick "B.E. S.T.R.O.N.G." just-got-lucid ritual, really rushing and missing most, remembering goals. Remember ToTM and call another planet, I decide to do this one. I decide I will summon my phone by doing by feel-only all the same gestures I perform in waking life: I reach down with my hands and lift up the flap of the pocket in my waist bag where I keep my phone. I pull the zipper open. I reach in with my thumb and forefinger expecting to feel the side of my phone, and I do! It feels completely like how it feels when I take out my phone when awake. I bring it up before my face and tap/push the button on it. Beforehand I decided I'd use an imaginary "voice activated calling" feature to avoid troubles with dream-dialing. "Call to another planet!" Just a ring or two and then an answer. I say "Hello! Please tell me your name and the name of your planet!". I hear the guy's voice clearly. Sounds like a young man, early 20's, with a wise-ass sarcastic tone. I understand him perfectly, he's speaking clear English. The planet was named (memory not perfect here) "Abbu Wabbe" or "Arab World", and his name was "Defeated Terrorist." He apparently really hated Arabs. At this point I was flying over the bridge and looked down and said "well, I bet there were Arabs on the bridge when the tsunami hit it, you're probably happy about that?" I then saw a replay of the tsunami hitting the bridge, it was just tall enough to hit the roadway, I thought it would be taller. It really smacked in hard and knocked everything/everybody off. I wanted to confirm the planet name and the guy's name, so I called back again using voice activation. I say "Hey, it's me again. Did you say your name was Defeated Terrorist of Defeater of Terrorists?" Another guy says "Oh, sorry, he went to lunch." At this point I'm probably losing lucidity, and see the remains of a nice-looking lunch of some acquaintences seated at the table next to me, some young boys who say "I hope he calls again." I pick up a single small bit of bacon from his plate and eat it, it's delicious...and wake up
rough notes for now, wanted to get them down before I forgot them. ------------------------- 2016-02-13: obama (signature, mom loved him) putin "tried to kill" sharp bbs (bat them away) he looks angry ("didn't I try to kill you?") poured 1-inch of scotch, "thank you, vladimir vladimirovich " (shake hands) for this awesome party cousins, secret KFC taste small piece on tongs tastes really good and beefy, put the piece back, cousins (Karen?) with red marks on skin. talking about the green path through the low school buildings sliding down the road/path on snow, running competition with guy who pulls ahead (replay?), pile of things in the way in area climbing over fences with girl, get frisky with her "No, I've never done that before!" she says Indoors and old woman starts wheezing in a really weird way, she collapses to the floor her legs splay all over the place she's practically naked Christmas tree, turn it around this is the brown side, it's in the way so we push it up against the wall PZ is dead in a body bag, returned to the house we're going to have to do the rest of the burial ourselves, my wife is mourning, but I see movement and realize PZ is not dead, and keep waiting for my wife to notice At TZ's birthday party. In a room of a house, close the opening because the little girl is scared? I create a computer animation of patterns on a screen, I step back to watch it it's amazing, I start seeing things appear like breasts and phalluses and faces in the patterns. ------------------------- 2016-02-14 bridge, PaJe and drunken wife, in car at top of Mar. with Gal. driving car gets in accident, group says luckily nobody got hurt bus to work visit friends house large house open fields, fawcet, offer work, decline, give lunch, it's a watery bowl of "soup" with one tiny piece of rubbery liverwurst, go to restaurant "why? because you gave me a bowl of water" walk through several Mexican places, think "I've had enough of this, I should get pad thai" but go into another mexican place with chili and order some driving somewhere it all goes dark, look back behind me for the entrance, confused, how did I get here, I feel myself pulled into the side of the darkness wake in bed with two girls: SB, and another one. Get up, open the doors to the next room, 3 kittens run in and hop on the bed, one jumps up at least 1 meter in the air with splayed legs and plops on the bed, I must have been feeling cats in the bed in that dark place earlier. SB asks me about work again, I say I can only contribute on weekends, she gets upset and says that's not good enough, she may have to hire "Luke". outside, SB and I have made love (details forgotten), I see 2nd girl walking suggestively on her hands and knees away from me in a skin-tight leotard looking amazingly hot, especially her a$$. I follow her and we're then lying on the sand naked and I'm getting a BJ from her and I move to get into a 69 and the scene transitions? Now I have both girls smitten with me, this will be trouble. I see 2nd girl again, she is holding a bottle of wine and smiling at me, saying "This is for later." What shall I say? I don't want to hurt her, so I say "that's great!" I see SB watching us through an opening in the wall. SB is mad, we're moving to sit down on a bench outdoors, I lean forwards and look back at the bench I'm about to sit on through my legs, and I see up SB's skirt while she sits down. I sit down and put my arm around her. Back in SB's bedroom, we're getting up from bed and I tell her "you should go ahead and just hire Luke." We're throwing the blankets back on the bed. She has a buddhist shrine across from her bed. I display my "yoga sklils" and am trying to do some odd position which is like a half-handstand with my head down, hands on floor, arms bend 90 degrees at elbow, and I'm trying to place my knees on top of my arms (the part which is horizontal to the floor). I'm looking for a good spot to do this, I see a corner on the wall but I don't want to fall into the wall. The floor is carpeted.
Updated 02-15-2016 at 09:32 PM by 65364
early: + (f) backpack in the bed of the pickup truck, I need to move things into the cab in order to be able to drive + (impression) in a large house, flying around, people around + friend MR is learning to play <my instrument>. It's going to be a while before he can play a duet with me because he's just starting. I think about/see a mouthpiece. + (f) with a guy stopping at a place that has a restaurant and a convenience store. The convenience store is really crowded, this is a good location with a lot of traffic. later: + Sitting at a bar counter talking with a guy telling him all about double buffering, 2d vs. 3d, vertical retrace. Leave and encounter a guy I worked with a long time ago, we're going off again to solve a problem we solved 20 years ago. There's a little dog who barks out something that sounds like "Bad dog!", which makes me laugh. Talking about a piece of software, the question is how to save the images. Should the app save the image in the resource section of the executable or somewhere else? Then the view changes to a large athletic field at a University. Still a thought remains about the application. It's early morning but the sky is clear, no clouds. I notice down towards the end of the fence around the field is a topless girl. I think they're out to catch some sun. I get the impression of naked girls around the fence. Spoiler for a bit risque: Moving up towards the university, there is a narrator telling about how the standards of fallen. Inside is the art room of a (dead?) painter in the university. I think he was just an "old goat" who liked to use his profession to get close to nude models and paint their pubic region. Several close-ups of female models pubic region with sculpted and artistic pubic hair arrangements: leaves, flowers, abstract shapes. + (semi-epic) lying on couch, head towards the middle (pointing towards dining room) and suddenly a full-sized adult pig jumps up on the couch and snuggles in right next to me, I'm lying almost on top of it. It's head is facing the other way. I'm touching it's bristly skin. I think "pigs make great pets!". I look back and notice my mom is leaning up against the end of the couch, the pig's face is pushed up against her. I get a creepy feeling that she is enjoying the pig "too much." I get off the couch and I'm flea-combing my cat and dog (switches between them). I'm putting the fleas into a bowl of warm soapy water from the comb. One flea jumps off the comb on to the carpet and I'm trying to catch it. It's hopping 2-3 inches very quickly and the carpet is making it very hard to see and catch it. I eventually run the comb through the carpet and pick it up and quickly move it into the water. The flea is walking along the surface and I'm trying to dunk it down. My cat gets up and walks away. I feel something brush against my back. I look around the carpet and notice that it is dotted with a number of small (3-4 inches) shallow pools of water, in which are swimming a bunch of little fish. I stand up and notice that covering this floor of the house a 3-4 inch deep layer of water. I go to the dining room and look out the sliding glass door and see that the entire area is flooded with water right up to the level of the deck [which makes it a biblical flood since my childhood home is at an elevation of about 1000 ft.]. I go back out the front door and see the edges of the flood poking in to the front yard. I run upstairs and call to my parents to come and see the flood. I'm thinking I hope my dad will help me with the sandbags. My dad comes downstairs but looking out the sliding glass door the water is gone. Looking more carefully I see the water level is lower and suddenly while I'm watching it drops another 100 feet or more and I call out "did you see that!?". I'm calling urgently to my dad to come to the living room to see the pools of fish there. He moves slowly and I keep calling him to hurry. He gets there and it seems that some bowls of fish have spilled and the fish are flopping there but the pools are mostly gone. I ask my dad if he's going to clean up the tadpoles I see lying in a place on the carpet but he indicates he does not want to. back to sleep / sleep inertia: + baseball play: bunt, many replays, the runner was clearly safe on first, I demand (hope?) that there will be a review and the inning will be allowed to continue. The first base coach tells the runner "get back on base!" The runner cannot rely on hearing (the ball?) and should run to first base at top speed. + sitting with girls outside on chair, I'm about to sit down at a table and a girl sneaks in and takes my seat. one gets up and brushes up against me moving past me and a bit of her breast runs across my hand. + in my cousin's house, the book about diamonds in a bookshelf with many books, I think if you read all these books you'd know a lot of things, should I go upstairs?, there's a girl up there, but maybe going up there would be conspicuous. + talking about illegal garbage dumping and avoiding discovery in the back garden under the drainpipe with lots of drops of water coming down + going for a walk with wife and son and leaving the park through a private garden of someone we know who's quite wealthy whom I hear talking through their open front door, my wife sees a plant she wants to have so she pulls off a leaf (it's sort of a lettuce plant) and I get nervous we'll be discovered. I prepare a statement in a foreign language talking about their "former baseball team" (prior dream?). There are very beautiful flowers of all sizes lining the stairs that we're climbing to the road, in particular the yellow roses are lovely. Outside the garden on the street, across the street I see that our car (where I remember it being parked) is now tightly surrounded by very expensive big cars like Range Rovers. There must be a mafia meeting or something now. I keep looking but just can't see our car. We go around to the side and our car is there apparently, a convertible, and my wife gets in and some old Asian women get in and one takes my spot in the front seat, I will need to ask her to move.
Updated 12-29-2015 at 12:44 PM by 65364
+ (f) abstract battle against alien things arranged in massive triangular formation + (f) walk into bathroom to clean my (ahem), listen in to my son S1 calling his GF having a long and emotional conversation that didn't sound like it was going well and had been going on all day and night Alarm, back to sleep + an amazingly long (epic even) stream of scenes, one after the other. Dream boundaries completely unclear, just counting it all as one sitting at bedtime with my kids, they're young, I start talking to them and we start eating s.l. a taco salad, wife starts yelling about kids not getting to bed, I keep yelling back "You're interrupting me!" volleyball girl (me:"I can't set for shit" … me: "I want to be on your side…always!") Angband on colored cloth (moving monsters), turn away quickly taking pictures of sea lions from a distance through a camera viewfinder, thoughts of running away from sea lions if they start chasing you Palpatine fights and destroys some guys, yellow lightsaber embedded in guy's finger and down into his arm. Palpatine gives me a pair of emperor-red colored ear buds & cables with dual pc jack and left/right connectors, tells me to go to restaurant and hack into their systems and mess with all the settings (lamps, etc.) Go to restaurant, think about sitting at counter, number pad right there, carrying laptop, walk down long table looking for seat, see a place on the end with lots of outlets for my laptop, people reserving seats, see a free one on the end next to monitors, guy steps in front of me, I push/hit him in the lower back saying "Hey!" to get him out of the way, do I need to use the monitor? I have a laptop playing recorder piece, giving demonstration of multiple fingers lifting up at a time, first recorder is just the mouthpiece, luckily there is a backup which I pull out because I have more than one welcome the new guys to the neighborhood. Say how awesome it is to go to Santa Cruz and hang out at the beach on Sundays in the sun (they say "yeah, man!"). Wife says the best part of the beach, I say it's a miles long beach, someone else says s.l. I wonder if I should tell them about the terrible parking and traffic, but don't. Then I'm diving into the water and swimming around to see the fishes. I come up in some sort of covered place where colleague R.H. is. He says he's moving away to Boston with his girl and he wants parting wisdom from me. Me: (singing to the tune from "Please come to Boston") "Please come to Boston…" Me and R.H. in unison: ".. she said YES!" Then we're in some room like a party. I give him the advice that both for computer scientists and software developers, you really need to know your algorithms. Study algorithms. He agrees. potato chip processor, guy: "they're all about presentation" me: "They're also all about the flavor". Just standing in awe of this amazing multi-level multi-blade food processor system (about 3 feet in diameter). walking past tables at the restaurant with food laid out ahead of time, See cousin GL, stop and give her a hug. Someone says "it's a good thing that arrow was shot at me" ("it got me going?"). In some party, our friends are caterers, we're getting hungry. I can't wait for them to bring in the food left over from the event so I go looking for the dining room. Outside, there is a vendor who has replaced what was there before with a small ping-pong table with heavy cement base. I go up (stairs) and enter the dining area of the formal dinner. Strange furnishings. People there say I have right to be there without (a pass? permission?). I see pastries, including a "French Horn" pastry up on a shelf. There are also bags of cookies. A friend of mine grabs one of the cookies and I say that seems like the right idea but I don't take one.
+ reading mom's obituary in the pink pages of the Sunday paper. The columnist is famous, but you have to write up the obit as if it were a baseball play in order to get the guy to print them. Looking for her name in the column, the printed part is really short, there are two pictures of her young and with huge, almost manic smiles on her face. My sister is there, she gave me the paper to read. + home invader, childhood home: TV's on, I didn't turn it on, instantly suspect an invader grab a lighter pistol and hold it up like a club and head partway up the stairs, invader comes out of the downstairs bathroom, I'm on stairs, trying to say "Who are you!? What are you doing?!" but it comes out "WH-WH-WH-WH!?!!!", he says "WAIT!" before I hit him (I "recognize" him?) he writes something on a piece of paper -- he's gotten somebody to agree to be his music student. He leaves out the front door, "we should become friends first". He wants to be my housemate. The only thing good about the student deal is that I think he'll be able to pay his rent. I'm not enthusiastic about the idea, "My mom passed away recently and I need more alone time," the rest of my family agrees with me. I wonder how much I could charge for renting my sister's room out. $2,000 - $3,000? $1,000 is too little for the awesome unique view. $1500? Would my sister be mad? She'd have to come and gather her things first. We'd have to share the upstairs bathroom. + (f) I'm in the kitchen (of childhood home?) scraping a flat white round crusty thing off of a cookie sheet with a spatula, it's a fried egg with no yolk. I guess my dad made it. Then I see one with some yolk left on it. + knee job at drum corps concert; mom again, cleaning, meet guy with deformed back, I introduce myself as her son; lose my instrument I'm sitting in the audience near the front right of the hall. On stage is a drum corps concert: huge group, instrument sections are "sliding" down in from off stage (stage is steeply sloped going up towards the back). In front is a long row of drummers all drumming and spinning and making awesome moves. It's dark now, and I have my feet extended in front of me beneath and to the side of the seat in front of me. I feel someone there grab my shoe and hold it and move it around. I look forwards and try to see through the darkness, I think I see the person there's head is turned back and looking at me from between the seats. I keep looking and keep seeing someone looking at me. I bend my legs and pull them back out from under the seat to stop the grabbing. I'm annoyed by it. The person sitting there gets up and changes seats several over to the left. The lights come on and I see the people seated in front of me are two hot girls (sisters, one older one younger) and their mom. Aw man, and I was annoyed with her playing with me without knowing, what a missed opportunity. Then the younger girl is back in the seat in front of me, turned around facing me, and leaning over with her face just a foot or so away from mine. She is pretty, and is staring right into my eyes and smiling. I'm taken aback and stammer out, "uh, hello there!" Then she starts licking my knee. And not tentative little licks, but a sloppy enthusiastic "knee-job." (I'm wearing jeans). Her saliva is drenching both legs of my jeans. I lean my head over to my friend next to me and say "I bet you know what I'm thinking!" (that "This must be a dream", [but alas, no RC, no lucidity]). Her mom is laughing at the whole thing. After the concert people are milling around outside. A small group of people enter and there they are again, the two hot sisters! I decide to take out my phone and try to get some pics of them. I manage to get the younger sister alone to the side and start taking pictures of her face. She makes distorted funny faces every time, like those "funny face" apps do. I try to trick her into getting a clear shot of her face by giving her a long slow countdown to the picture and taking the picture early, but the picture still comes out distorted. I think this must be because of the "fun house" mirror that is behind her. Her older sister joins at some point. The younger sister starts wailing/screeching in between pictures, and I try to "SSShhh!!" her. I tell somebody "she totally gave me 'deep knee'," and I prove it by showing the still-wet saliva tracks on both knees of my jeans. The group eventually leaves. The girls have a brother who off-handedly mentions that they're going home to "Brettonwood" [something with a B] then he immediately clams up like he wasn't supposed to say where they lived. I think of going there some day to find them. They walk off down the street. I'm with my mom then, she's with a group cleaning up after the concert. There is a train of cars connected. One of the train cars is also a huge (10-foot diameter?) clothes dryer. I can't find my instrument. I know I had it earlier but now it's gone. I'm looking around in these train cars for it. I reach under the seat and feel a handle like the handle on my instrument case. I'm relieved. Then I pull it out and see it's just a normal suitcase, my instrument is still missing. My mom tells me about a man who's walking by. He seems normal, she tells me he dresses that way because of his deformity. He's wearing what appears to be a normal suit. Then I watch him more closely as he walks past me from left to right and he seems to shrink in height and is wearing loose clothing, and it appears his back is very crooked and his butt sticks way out. He's from a family that should know me but he doesn't seem to know me. I stick out my hand to him and we shake hands, and I say "I'm <my mother's first name>'s son." Somebody is doing math based on age difference to figure out how old somebody is? + (f) concert schedule, am I playing a concerto? What will I do, now that I've lost my instrument? long BTS attempt, make it only for a short dream, recalled later: + in the restaurant. "Pad Thai to go, please." "We don't make that any more." "What!? I've been ordering that here for years! What'll I eat then? OK, just give me a vodka martini to go. Can I get a lid with that?" Then I wonder if it's OK to have in the car. It's a closed container so it should be OK, I can put it behind the front seat. When I get home I'm going to get drunk off of bourbon and coke.
earlier: + tennis. Playing on court, with pro (lesson). Arguing over "out" call at corner, but I was right there. Ball the size of a cherry? Go to try to find advanced service machine in [foreign country] store. They all are just auto ball shooters not what I need. Someone is talking about a pro's amazing serve, I visualize his serve, the kick-off from the ground and the follow-through + (f) trying to choose the right way on the freeway + (couple others, forgot) later: + work epic: arrive to building, lunch buffet (2 stations: squid salad (big whole squids), and some other grey/green mush), anger SB (don't let her hang her stuff in my office), she stomps off, I try to get her back to apologize but she's too mad. see JoDu (childhood neighborhood) and friend walking through the halls, they see me and take me to their meeting, they're in charge of documenting the history of a large atrium building (kind of weird for a job assignment I think). In the beginning they needed to call in actors to populate the atrium. Someone else was in charge of the license plates (?!?). I thought what if they hired a guy who played the saxophone, what if he didn't show up, etc. (did he have funny teeth?). I'm on the 2nd floor balcony looking down to the ground floor, lots of employees are mulling around. A girl who doesn't work at that company comers in and looks sort of lost, she goes up to another girl and announces "I've been challenged to sleep with somebody in a very cold room!" I run down to the first floor a bunch of guys are crowding around her saying "I know a cold room!" "No, no, *I* know a cold room!". There's some guy there I'm wrestling with, I bite his head, he has weird grey-purplish skin. He calls to her "Hey, you want to go get a motel room!?" She answers "Yes!". I say to the guy "you get the heck out of here with your freaky grey skin!" I'm in a relatively deserted area, there's a glass wall/door to the outside, a man is standing there with his face against the glass and wants in the back door, another employee is close to the door but ignores the guy and moves away, we should definitely not let him in. I'm inspecting and playing "musical sticks" that if you wack them against something make a chiming/wooden flute sound. I'm going to go play these in Africa? Trying to find the right stick, some don't sound right, some sound better, one comes apart in multiple pieces. Walking down a hallway I come across an ice cream/smoothie station, I see bright purple ice cream. There is a menu of available flavors, cherry something, cherry jubilee(?), etc., I want that, the attendant motions that there are a bunch of already prepared drinks/ice creams on the counter, I reach for one but another guy steps in front, and pour himself a big glass from the one I wanted, I'm annoyed that he's going to take it all. Then I realize he actually emptied his glass back into the served container, now I need a fresh one and am waiting for it. The annoying guy's head pops up through a trap door in the floor inside the kiosk, and opens his mouth, and the attendant pours a stream of red smoothie in to the guy's mouth. The attendant finally pours me a cup that I'm holding but he gets is all over my shirt, I turn away in disgust and wonder, "Is this some sort of first day at work prank?" I go outside, near the main entrance to the building, outside on the lawn there is some sort of HR festival, I hear some women discussing ideal placement for such-and-such a display. I ignore this first area. Then I'm walking through an area of people sitting on bar stools. I notice a hot girl with a shoulder-and-sleeveless top, with a nice view of side boob and bra. There is a woman attendant who walks by her and straightens out the hot girl's bra, (because the girl and the others on the bar stools are not allowed to move). The attendant speaks and sounds like another girl I had a crush on at a previous company but I do not turn around. I then see ex-gf SB again who falls down off her stool and and breaks her shoulder, I go down to help her up: I say "Hey, sweetie, hey baby, are you OK?" She answers angrily, "I'm not your sweetie!" I leave her there, she's still angry at me. Some of us leave in a car going to a meeting in another building, this is a huge campus, a guy says "it's ridiculous that they put the XYZ group in the cell phone division". We finally arrive somewhere in a parking garage, we're lost, woman in garage who works in supermarket in that building says "there are lots of employees who shop here on their way home, you can ask them where your building is," good idea, I have to fit in, so I pick up a trendy long complex pastry item in a cellophane wrapper and I will pretend I eat these all the time, even though I just got it out of a vending machine. There is a group of girls outside the glass walls of the stairway and they are laughing.
Updated 11-29-2015 at 01:02 PM by 65364
+ in boy scout camp, the scouts washed my cups and dishes, which are lying on a table to dry, face down. I'm looking for my cups and dishes. There are some of my current [true] plastic kitchen cups there as well as my camping Sierra cup and plates. The plastic cups are not engraved or marked, I think about taking a pocket knife and carving/scratching my initials on them. I pick up my sierra cup and see my cursive engraved initials on the back. I see a few other small portable plates of mine as well, with handles. + Long sequence of scenes 1. people playing wilderness golf: they're up the hill, they're not part of our group. They have bright orange golf balls. They're teeing off in our direction and I'm ducking, concerned about getting his by the balls 2. I'm examining closely some chunks of granite on the ground. I reach to push/move them, and they fall apart: they've become almost like sand. I notice interesting textures on one side: they have been pressed up against petrified wood and the pattern of the roots of the wood are impressed in the stone. My wife sees this and tells me her mother wants to see it as well. 3. I'm in a room with healing benefits (a sauna?). My wife is there and her frail [now deceased] mother is there as well. There is another woman in the room, she is sick? My wife's mother does not want to be in the same room with the sick woman because she thinks that the woman's sickness will transfer to her. 4. (A lot of action in and around a dilapidated cabin). In a cabin, this cabin is special because it was built inside a greenhouse [IWL saw story about house in Sweden which was enclosed into a huge greenhouse]. I'm asking if it is too hot in the house in the summer time. 5. Fruit pickers & sword fight. I see a hand holding fruits like mandarin oranges. I'm asking if prior experience in handling fruit is required. I have a conflict with one of the pickers, a guy. Then we're having a sword fight. He's more experienced, but I'm on higher ground. We both have swords and I'm doing my best to block the blows he's raining down upon me. I'm trying to get in quick ripostes when I can but I'm really focusing on blocking his swings. At one point I get a solid stab with the tip of my blade into his left hip, I hold it there for a second and pull it out. He stops fighting, and starts bleeding. I return to the dilapidated cabin and say that he was bleeding a lot of green blood. Someone says he was an alien. Someone else told me he died from that wound. + bus, angry guy, swords, martial arts club (epic) 1. I'm on a crowded bus, I leave my backpack on my seat to hold my place and walk to the front of the bus. I then return. There are people in front of me heading back to my seat, I hope they don't take it. A guy does take it, moving my backpack out of the way. I tell him that's my seat, he gets really mad, I keep arguing with him and eventually get my seat back. I keep arguing that "if I had remained in my seat, it wouldn't have been any different for you!". I think he has a sword. We get off the bus and I see his sword: it is long (4+ feet blade), bright shiny metallic, wide-bladed tapering from hilt to tip just slightly (two inches - 3 inches at the tip), covered with engravings, and I see the edges are very thick and dull. I grab the blade with my right hand and confirm it is not sharp. I say "It's like a big hammer!". Then I unsheath my awesome blade. It is about as long as a Japanese katana, slightly more curved, sharpened only on one side, but it is extremely sharp, I have no desire to even touch it to test its sharpness I know it's so sharp. 2. We're standing outside a martial arts club and go in. Class is underway. There is a famous master running class. The students are various ages. I'm taking the class with my young sons. Some of the students have dark burgundy ghis, and some have dark navy blue ghis. The teacher has set up a jumpy trampoline thing in the room, and two of the experienced students (including a younger boy) are very energetically jumping on this and running across the room. I notice that they are now wearing only sumo-like briefs underwear. I think they've taken off their ghis because this is a very vigorous exercise and they don't want to sweat while wearing their ghis. My sons start talking during the instruction, and I get angry with them and tell them to listen to the teacher. The old master says "who are the little monkeys talking? But I am not the teacher here, instructor XYZ is." I'm sparring then with some guy, and I beat him. Class is over and there is some food going around. The master is going behind a corner and returning with plates of food. He comes out once with plate full of large prawns and asks me if I want one. I say yes, I will. I eat one with cocktail sauce. It is good and slightly crunchy. I keep eating the shrimp but they grow a bit in size, including growing really long nasty shrimp legs. I tell myself while feeling slightly disgusted that it's OK it's all good shrimp and keep eating them. After class some of the students set up a board game at one of the tables, it looks like a miniatures game of some sort of D&D. I'm trying to figure out the class schedule, on which days is training available. I'm very unclear about the schedule. The master mumbles something about "Wednesdays, Thursdays..." and I'm trying to confirm: can I come Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays? I don't get an answer. I go into the back and the master is there with a review board from the martial arts organization. There is an investigation of the Master's judging at a recent event. There are square blocks laid out on the table representing a bout and the Master's judging of it. I think it's unfair he's being persecuted this way. I bring him some things from the main room and put them in front of him on the table. The master is telling me the French guy (and his French friends) that I beat in sparring hates me now. I think "that's stupid, we should all help each other and work together to improve." But I resolve to beat my new foes, and make a group of other students and we clasp hands in comradeship. I'm talking to the master about the studio's business. He says they haven't had a lot of luck, but the best advertisement they have is a box they rent in New York for $6 per month. I think that's great deal and I ask more about it. He says it is in a location where a lot of people walk past it on their way to watch television. + final showdown with my gang of bad guys versus the cops. In a dark room, we're piling (weapons?) into a large bin. I'm on the flat surface above the bin. I have a pump action shotgun with a barrel that opens and needs to be cocked back to closed after each shot. I reach behind me and point it at the head of a collegue and pull the trigger, *click*, it's not loaded. I cock it and do the same with another fellow bad guy. Then we're all hunkering down in terror and trembling: a cop/FBI/agent is walking slowly down the corridor outside our room. We're all waiting for him to enter, it's all over. He enters and walks across the laser sights on my gun but I don't even think about firing. We're caught, it's over. Then the agent is a female, telling the ring leader of our group that his complains are ridiculous: he never even had any fruits growing in his penthouse, and never even had any dirt there. I think this is wrong, I thought I remembered seeing a potted plant there. Then I'm thinking about a floating penthouse in the sky, how will the waste water be poured out? I think of a long hose running down to a pond on the ground below.
early waking: couldn't get beyond fragments, tried for a long time, forgot by morning . Should have recorded briefly + [basically epic except for not perfect recall, multiple chapters, long] Concerto concert. I'm playing in an orchestra concert in which I'm playing a solo concerto. To start with, I am selecting between my instrument and the instrument of the 2nd chair player (I'm 1st chair). I pick up the 2nd's instrument at first and think I'll play using this one. Then I think that perhaps the key arrangement will be a bit unfamiliar and this may cause me to make mistakes. I notice that a chunk near the top of the 2nd's instrument is loose and in fact has broken off in an uneven break. I'm trying to put it back together like a puzzle piece, it is not going back together. I'm walking outside the stage and someone mentions me to hurry, everybody is seated and as I sit down we start immediately playing the first piece of the convert. The conductor is conducting a 4-4 pattern. At the beginning I have just rests, about 7-9 measures. Conductor switches to a 2 pattern at the same tempo. Then maybe to a 1 pattern. The other player (who is 1st and I'm 2nd this piece?) asks "is he in 1?" I have an important solo coming up but I've lost/unsure of the count. The other player is tentatively playing and the conductor isn't waving him/her off, so is he right? Am I missing my solo? Sitting in either a hot tub or a circular couch with the 2nd chair player, who is now an older person [male/female not clear?] and is getting more and more angry and aggressive towards me. He lunges at me and I kick him backwards. (Is he mad thinking I broke his instrument?) He starts to yell and scream louder and louder, which distracts the audience. He threatens to axe me during the concert. I go back to the orchestra stands and find and axe and several other tools, which I get rid of. I'm playing my instrument and it doesn't sound right. The sound is too flat and buzzy. Is something up with my <mouthpiece>? I take it apart and see a little bit of paper in the tube. Is is a message (threat) again from that crazy 2nd? I pull it out, and find other pieces of paper in there. The tube is now a large cone shape and I blow out all the paper. I'm sitting at a piano on stage practicing my instrument and I look behind me and notice that the audience is starting to file in. I'm standing off stage and the orchestra has started another piece without me. I'm trying to judge if I can enter and sit down and start playing but I don't find a good time to do this. Someone (the crazy 2nd's parent?) has died. I've set up an open casket on the stage. The crazy 2nd wants to go and pay respects. I decide this is a bad idea. Then either me or me DO observing packs up the casket into a secure closed container within another container. The crazy 2nd comes and looks at the container and asks (to see?) but everyone is shuffled off. The mother/wife of the deceased is walking down the aisle and sobbing hysterically. She comes up to the (standing body of the deceased?) and falls to her knees and leans forwards and leans her head up against the standing body. I think this is an unfortunate pose because the way she's arranged and her head is bobbing back and forth in the crotch of the standing body it looks like she's giving him a BJ. [I never do get to play my concerto!] + "A hill" childhood memories I'm riding in a car with people on suburban/city streets. I look to the left and "recognize" the stores, I now "know" where I am [true memories, place images false]. I start telling everybody that this is the area near A hill where I rode bikes with my cousin (did I ever ride my bike all the way from my home to his home? I can't remember clearly). I point out the park on the left as we drive by where we used to spend hours playing. There is a fenced in area on the left (court?) and an open field on the right, with trees in the background. It is closed/abandoned and the grass is all dry/dead, nobody's there. Then on the right we drive by another park. This one features a large, tall, 2-3 story huge sand box/structure. I "remember" playing in there, with my mother nearby [false]. As we circle around the right, I see inside a building on a wall a freaky beast. It is hanging on a wall, and it's mouth is separated from its face by a long cord about 1 yard long, the mouth is hanging down below the face. The mouth is vicious and full of sharp teeth and they whole thing is stained in a lot of blood. A group of us are sitting down at a park table at this 2nd park. A woman/crone approaches us and offers me a piece of gum. I accept it, it is a small rectangular multi-colored/layered piece of gum, I wonder briefly if it came from her mouth but it is dry. I start chewing it. The crone starts speaking but my mother cuts her off and says only to talk if she's going to participate in our current conversation. + childhood home flood I'm standing in the living room of my childhood home and looking out the windows. Instead of the normal view I see the house is surrounded by rushing water, and every time I look it seems the water level is increasing, getting closer and closer to the base of our windows. I run upstairs to my parent's bedroom, my mom and dad are asleep in bed. I wake them up "Mom! Dad!" and my mom says something like "oh dear God". My dad gets up and mentions that earlier he saw a large wall of water nearby moving slowly towards us. That must be the flood I think. I look out the window towards the city below us and now see the water has receded, but has left large lakes among the buildings below. I go out onto an external patio [false], and look back towards where the patio off of my parent's bedroom is [true] and see it. I'm in the house and see an exit to the roof [false], and go out there. I'm trying to orient myself since I'm unfamiliar with the view from the roof, where's the front of the house, etc. I walk out onto the (flat) roof and I'm a bit concerned that this roof is not meant to walk on and I might fall through, there is a slight give to the roof and maybe a slight creaking. I step on something sharp and it sticks in my toe. It hurts a bit. I go back inside, I look down at it seems like a toothpick (orange?) at first, but I bend down and it seems instead to be a sharp end piece of a flattened drinking straw, I pull it out. + (f) I'm flying in the air around childhood home. I'm battling with a large demon/super being which is really angry and is transforming its face with large fangs and swearing at me. + I have a piece of raw steak (impaled on my thumb?) that I've brought to the kitchen to cook. It's not the best quality steak but it's not the worst. My family (wife?) seems annoyed by this little steak. I want to stack it on top of the cupboard with the rest of the steak. I think we could cook it and it would make a little snack. + (f) small kids, book store, need to buy school books? + close up (face right on console) view of an organist playing an organ. I hear all the pipes sound as he plays the keys. He's turning on and off different stops to change the octave of the notes played. I want him to play the low foot pedals and set it to the lowest notes. I ask him to show me exactly which stop control it is that sets the lowest octave of sound. He says it's (ironically) named the "soprano" stop, it sets a soprano (high) overtone but the main note is lowered.
Updated 11-21-2015 at 11:34 AM by 65364
early: (details overwritten by later epic) + (impression) computer coding + (impression) squishy spiders + (f) sex on bed, short haired blonde Spoiler for explicit sexy time details: I'm on my knees, she's lying down flat with her head turned to the side, and I'm stroking my (ahem) in and out of her mouth + 3-chapter epic! 1. Car racing vs. IvKr Scene: empty suburban streets at night. I turn left on to a medium sized street. Ahead of me and to the right I see IvKr (colleague company "L") turn (to his right) on to the same street going the same way, he goes by me. I see that it is IvKr, and see he is driving a small and very sporty looking car, like a Lotus. Coming up behind him, I flash my high beams at him to get his attention so he sees that it's me. I floor it and zip ahead of him. Then he takes the lead. We're racing back and forth for a while. Our tires are squealing, we're driving very fast, and I feel that it is very dangerous. He takes a turn and loses me. I try to follow him. 2. Reunion with NI I drive up to house on my right where I hear talk that sounds like they're talking about me, I think they're friends of IK, I hear something like "I think he lost him" (referring to me). I can't see clearly because there is a very tall thick hedge to my right in between me and the house/driveway. It is a family, a mother with children, playing and laughing in the driveway. I get the "brilliant" idea to jump out from behind the corner of the hedge where it ends just up ahead, dousing them with a garden hose, and declaring my presence with a "surprise!". I do this and their response is entirely not what I expected: The mother and the children are standing stunned, in shock staring at me. I realize that I do not know them after all. I profusely apologize for getting them wet and say "please, go ahead and spray me" and they do and I get wet from head to toe. Then I "realize" that this is the new, secret family of my [sort of estranged now, but very good/close college-] friend and housemate NaIs. Then I see NI walking towards me down the driveway. I was not supposed to find him with this secret family of his. He comes in to the street where I'm standing and I say, "Well!…." and reach for him to give him a hug, we hug. He looks young and is wearing a full but shortly cropped beard, like how he looked in college. I am very happy to see him and feel very warm feelings towards him. We go inside his house, he's cold, annoyed, and seems in a hurry to get rid of me. I'm confused by his attitude. I ask him what he's doing now, and he says he's the Dean of the English department [I remembered that he worked at a high school: true]. He bring out a stack of papers covered with photos, which I "recognize" to be miniature versions of collages of large posters pasted with pictures of our college days. I say "Hey! I have the full sized version of that one on my wall at home!" [thinking of family collages my wife did]). NI is complaining of the time I'm taking, he says "my A is now an A-", and he's implying that his grade will go even lower if I hang around. Later I wonder if he wasn't talking about student's paper that he was grading instead. I'm moving to the front door to leave, and I see a guitar leaning against the wall and get excited! "Hey, I can play guitar now, let me show you!", and I pick it up and am placing my left hand on the initial chord position for the intro to "More Than Words" (by Extreme) [which I've been practicing IWL]. He is more irritated and does not want to hear it, I say something like "yeah that would take too much time." I move to the front door which is standing ajar, and I see a tall container of potato salad and a bottle of champagne have been delivered. I pick up the potato salad container and spoon some on to a plate and bring them to NI. NI gives me the spoon back of potato salad, he doesn't want a spoon that I've touched (?). There is a guy at the front door. I head out to the street, sad at the poor reception NI gave me. There is a box there of my personal trophies? I take one out and unfold it, it is like a trophy drawing I made in grade school. My wife (?) says something. I fold it and put it back in the box. 3. [Transition forgotten. Driving around looking for food?] Car, company "K" people I'm standing in a woman's driveway looking at her car with her. I "recognize" her as someone I worked with at company "K" (?). It's like the car is a convertible, or was sliced in half horizontally so that it's a top-down view of the bottom half of the internals of the car. The entire thing looks like a large engine. It is very messy, there are lots of green bits of debris all over it. Lots of little round green peas, like from the Wasabi pea snacks. There are also a bunch of bits of juniper leaves/needles, from the Juniper trees that are standing right next to the car, which apparently have just been trimmed and all the little bits fell into the car. The car has what looks like a lot of wooden (living?) branches intertwined. A bunch of the branches are capped with plastic mechanical attachments to electrical wires (like they're spark plugs?). The woman is thanking the people there for "helping me with the braiding" (of these branches?) and mentions something about how it was all "just cleaned." I move to the car in the adjoining driveway and put in the key to the ignition? Some people come over and say s.l. "who are you, what are you doing?" I was explaining that I needed the car to (go somewhere?). There is a guy I "remember" [false] from working at company "K", he said it was OK to use the car, it was his house. I go into his house, and he leaves. I'm sort of just standing in the living room when 3 big guys come in and confront me. I recognize them as people I knew at company "K". I mention to the main big guy that I was at company "K" too, he doesn't believe me. I get angry for not being believed, and I try to prove it to him. I eventually get the idea to rattle of the name of people I worked with at company "K": JL, CD, PJ, and I'm visualizing many more people from different groups, but just can't remember their names. I say what company "K" did: "we worked on these "O" minicomputer systems and switched to the "D" "A" systems later. The guy seems to relax and accept me at this point. There is a bag of candy on the ground. "Oh, candy!" the big guys say and reach for some. There is a sharp foldable knife on the candy and I wonder what it's doing there. I need to get to the FCC in B, and I need a car. They're telling me I can take one but I have to bring it back, and I'm really confused how I'm going to drive there, bring the car back, and yet return to the FCC. I also think I can't leave the car overnight in the parking lot of the FCC because it will get towed. I look at my digital watch [don't wear one IWL, haven't for many years] and the time is something like 22:19, but it is early morning/full daylight outside. I think this is because I'm on a business trip and my watch is still showing my home time. I'm also confused about days and thinking about Thursday/Friday.
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earlier: + (f) on a race-track? Zipping around, there are large distances involved, I see a giant horse-head (like a chess knight)? later: + walking on roads/paths, I see a sign on a downhill path labelled "for sh ->" (programming shell), enter home, I'm leaving through back stairs leading back up to road, woman of the house speaks to me and we realize that she knows my son S2. + enter a house, (DO?) a guy goes into the kitchen and uses a strange tool to quickly pick/get the template of the lock on the kitchen door, and runs outside, before the woman in the kitchen sees him +(f) some old Chinese guy in a canoe? + in a house/room talking with people/friends. A woman is pregnant. I'm stepping on the floor and notice a loose tile. I bend down to look and it's a large cube-shaped brick that's loose in the floor because it's sitting on top of crumpled up newspaper underneath. I'm saying "but are there any restrictions/problems with being close to the wi-fi radiation (for the pregnant woman)?" + in an office/cube setting, I'm talking to a guy there and say "wouldn't it be great if there was an entire wi-fi free area, so that we wouldn't be subject to the radiation?" They're planning some conference and marketing girls are walking around with big handfuls of ribbons. I ignore this and turn to my terminal/screen, start to log in, and think about playing some game. + [vivid, present] outdoors/daylight, walking up an uphill curving path with two other guys, one is a CEO (of company N?) and another guy is an older visitor. The older visitor starts breathing very very heavily, wheezing almost, like this is an extreme exertion for him. It's quite loud and distracting and I think that guy is in terrible shape, all my attention is on the horrible sound of this guy's labored breathing. We reach a sharp switchback on the trail and I look down and see that part of the path is made out of a 4-5" diameter PVC pipe embedded in the ground, the peak of the pipe sticks up and makes a slipper foothold if you walk just on this part, and I say so. The CEO guy says his legs got really tired by squatting for a long time by the side of the path. + [vivid, present] some sort of old-west "steampunk" environment, indoors, half-lit, there's a woman on a podium dressed up thematically and dramatically, some narration about her. Then a snake-oil salesman type sitting on a buggy starts his pitch. He talks a lot, a constant stream of chatter. He's talking about the benefits of marijuana. He reaches down into a pouch low on the coach below his feet and takes out a handful of the "weed." It actually looks like a handful of small pine branches. He says something about "fathers and daughters and uncles and nieces." He then bends the handful of branches in half and holds them tightly, and lights one end (the end which is mostly sticks) and offers it as a free demo. He says the cost of this would be $500. My (wife?) is near me and I know she would disapprove, but I take a toke anyway. I blow on the end to get the fire a bit higher, smoke is starting to emerge from the front of the pile of (pine-weed). I take one deep breath in (get a bit of smoke), exhale, then put my mouth on the front of the pine-weed and take a deep inhale of the smoke. I hold my breath for about 10 seconds and then exhale strongly.
+ (f) church, priest, service, altar under a protruding "ceiling" + outside on steep slope, my cat is fat, because it is walking to a place where there is free food. I see an outdoor market (where food is on the ground?) besides me on the slope. My cat is behaving like something is stuck in its mouth. I think it's bones. I try to pull them out, and I take out a small segment of what looks like a fish spine of a small fish about half an inch long. I wonder if there are chicken bones in its mouth, too, but it appears to be just fish bones. + playing chess on a crowded dining table, it's my move, pull board to me, the table is quite crowded with plates and things and I have to push them aside first before I can reach for the board and start pulling it to me so I can make my move. Our fingers are dirty from the food we're eating, and the pieces have sticky bits of food residue on them, we'll have to clean them later. I get a look at the position and I'm confused, there are weird looking things on the board, a lots of what look like olive pits are all over the board. I ask what those are and my opponent says they're pawns. These olive pit "pawns" are everywhere, I don't remember them being there before. There are large clumps of them all along his 7th rank (my 2nd rank) about to be promoted. There are also a full row of them on his first rank. Now I know he's cheating because pawns can never be on the first rank. I say "there's no way! My queen is in the center of the board and I would never allow you to get so many pawns so close to promotion!" I'm quite upset at the cheating and we exchange angry words. + S2's girlfriend L is messing around with the airplane and we're getting concerned. I see myself(?) sitting under the airplane. I see that L is causing the propellers/engines to spin around, which are getting close to hitting my head. This could also damage the airplane. We run to the plan and stop her and roll the plane back to its proper place in the room. + pour myself a glass of champagne (or some sparkling beverage) in a quick gesture (wonder if it will foam over the rim of the glass but it doesn't, I stopped pouring soon enough) and drink it from a large champagne flute while sitting at a counter in a large, open atrium (in a casino?). A dumpy middle-aged woman with big blonde hairdo come and sits near me. She has some hair sticking out of her nose. I wonder if I should invite her to my room, I imagine being with her and it's not really an exciting prospect. + at the blackjack table, playing a hand. I'm sitting in the middle, directly across from the dealer. The guy next to me on my left says he's already seen 3 aces come out. I get dealt (face up) and ace. I think there can't be any more aces. I have a $10 chip in play. I take hits, I'm getting small cards, I'm trying to add up my hand. Soft 13? I get dealt 3 more aces. Still a soft total? No it's like hard 15 now. Hey, how can that be [so many aces], I ask the dealer how many decks we're playing with, he says "two," I say "ok that explains it." He deals me more cards. He's waiting for me to add up my hand. It's definitely over 21, I've busted. I bring out a $3,000 bill and say I want to change it for more chips. The dealer says "changing $100,000?" and I get a sinking/scared feeling in my stomach. No way, that's way too much money to be gambling. I look down and no it's just the $3,000 bill on the table. I tell the dealer I want it changed into half $10 and half $5 chips. The dealer is having problems figuring out how to do this change. I try to imagine how many $10 chips that would be, then to divide the amount in half and to double it to get the number of $5 chips. I think I should give this suggestion to the dealer. At some point I wonder what the minimum bet is at this table and I look around but I don't see the sign. I imagine a guy doing a trick with his cards to change the amount of his bet after he's been dealt his cards. He waves his hand holding the cards over his chips and picks up on of his chips with his thumb and hides it against and underneath the cards he's holding. I think that's why they don't let the players hold the cards any more. + I arrive back in a small town to interview the residents, it's for some documentary. I've been here before, numerous times. I'm in a beauty salon, and I approach two seated people. I know them both but I've forgotten the name of the one to the right. I start interviewing them. More DCs approach, they're somewhat hostile, they don't like me doing these interviews. I recognize some as the founders of a startup I worked for. They're upset because the town (company?) is not successful and don't like the interviews. I see one young man who I "remember" was an underdog in life yet he became the successful founder of this beauty salon. + (f) talking (to SaPav's mother?) about how once I fell into a tide pool and got all wet. I imagine myself trying to walk around a hole in the ground, I must have lost my balance and fallen in. + I've given a gift to SaPav [S2 classmate]: a large self-standing clothes drying rack. It's quite tall, it reaches to my eye level. S is really excited about this gift, and starts hanging all his family's clothing on it. I say in a foreign language [incorrect I think] that "you can also hang a lot of hangers on it!" and I run my hand through the dozen or so simple wire hangers hanging down from the wires on the right side of the rack. I look at the rack, S has hung up about 40-50 pairs of really brightly colorful men's briefs. They have filled the entire drying rack's surface. + in some campground, I call for my son S2 to bring me "some ice cold fresh water from the lake." He says that's a great idea and goes to get it in a bucket. I bring a dirty bucket with me but decide against that, I go back and see my Sierra cup on the ground and will use that to accept and drink the water. + I'm walking up a path that leads out of a building to outside. I'm talking to a female university student (behind me?), I say how I used to live in this neighborhood. We're walking up an outdoor stairway (over a small chasm?) leading to a theater. "And the great thing about this location is that you're so close to the theater!" This is the back entrance to the theater. As we enter the theater I hear a rehearsal in progress, we're a bit early. I wonder if they'll let us in to the seats yet. I hear two young women singing. They're supposed to be singing unison but they're not quite perfectly together. The very slight dissonance creates a lovely effect, more interesting that perfect unison. I'm wondering if we can go to our seats, (open a door, see a lobby?), (there are groups of young people hanging around here?)
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