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I didn't have much to report on 7/18 or 7/19, so I am not going to bother in the journal for those. 7/20 had more interesting actions.

7/20/15
10:30 bed, 6:30 alarm.

Almost didn't remember anything again. Woke up and laid there for a while, trying to remember, but I just couldn’t. Then when I was brushing my teeth, I got a shot of memories.

For some reason, it was primary election season, and my father was the front-runner for the candidate bid for a major party. Not sure which one. Because he was campaigning all the time, and because I felt obliged to help him out, I wound up making a bunch of speeches for him. I didn’t mind the speaking part, but I was getting really annoyed about how it was cutting into my time with the rest of my family and friends.

I remember quite distinctly sitting in some sort of diner eating pie, drinking beer and socializing with backers. I was having fun, but it felt very superficial, and I wanted to be hanging out with my kids instead.

After the diner, my friend Marc came by and asked if I would help fix his sister’s refrigerator. I agreed, but told him that there isn’t much I can do in the fridge-fixing department. He said that he had faith in me, so I went over to her house.

I pulled the fridge out, and it was of a design I had never seen before. It had a really large compressor, and it stuck about two feet out the back. I tinkered around a bit and cleaned off the dust, but could not figure out what was wrong.

7/17/15
Went to bed at 11:45, woke up at 5:30, alarm at 6:30

Ugh, no recall at all. I woke up at 5:30 and laid there for a few minutes trying to recall, but I got nothing. Woke up again at 6:30, and laid three a bit again trying to recall, but got nothing again. Usually, when I doze a bit longer, I have some decent dreams, but not this time. Must have been pretty tired.

Tomorrow is Saturday, may better luck then.

7/16/15
Went to bed at 11:45, alarm at 6:30

Didn’t recall much, just someone explaining their Minecraft building to me.

7/15/15
Went to bed at 10:30, wife woke me up at 11:30 going to bed, woke up at 5:00 naturally, dozed until 6:30.

Strange thing - right as I was about to get up at 6:30, I was convinced that I did not remember any dreams. I laid there for a bit, thinking, and then it came back to me in a rush. I had a whole bunch of dreams in that last 90 minutes.

In my dream, I was on some sort of boat with L (daughter, 8), and I was helping her fish. The boat was rather large, and we were on some sort of deck that hung off the back, right at water level. The deck was bare wood slats, and the structure of the boat went over us to kind of create a garage for smaller boats to “park” in. I say park, because all of the small boats that were parked in there were actually floating in water as if they were moored in place, but they were traveling with the boat. The boats all looked like cars. You could see out into the ocean through the back door.

L had a rather large fishing pole, and she was sitting to my right fishing. The boat was moving at a slow pace through some sort of bayou, rivery area. NOTE: This bayou river area is a dream sign for me. I have been to that particular place before in my dreams, and I need to remember it.

Every once in a while, she would hook into a rather large fish, and start cranking it up. I would cheer for her: “catch that fish!”, but right before she would get it up, the fish would break the line. L decided that she needed an even bigger pole, so she turned around and exchanged her pole for one that I thought was WAY too big for her, but she seemed to handle it ok. It was at least twice as tall as her, and thick as a pool cue.

L needed me to bait the hook for her, so I grabbed a bait fish and the hook. The bait was about 12” long, and it was some sort of panfish. It was longer than it was tall, but not by much. It had scales that were gold and brown, with black speckled in. It had a very small mouth.

The hook was really weird. It almost looked like a folding knife that was stuck halfway open. The handle end hooked onto the fishing line, and the blade end was serrated, and hooked into the bait. I really struggled getting the bait onto it, and I distinctly remember thinking that it was a really strange hook.

Eventually, I got the bait on the hook and got L’s line into the water. Pretty soon, she hooked into something huge, and started cranking it up. I was cheering for her, and she was cranking it in like a champ, but right before it came to the surface again, it slipped the hook and got away. Lily decided that she was done fishing, and the boat stopped.

We got off the boat, and it was at a BEAUTIFUL ocean beach. We walked along the beach for a little bit, enjoying the sun. The weird thing was, the beach was just a series of tide pools, just little puddles in the sand. It did not go out and deep. I woke up briefly after that.

I dozed back off, and had a short dream about trying to fix a sprinkler head with Todd from work. Weird thing is, neither he nor I have automatic sprinklers, or really have any reason to want to fix one (other than general stubbornness.) The entire top of the sprinkler had snapped off, and water was shooting up in a stream directly into the air. We had decided between the two of us that the only way to fix it was to take a paper cup, cut a strip out of one side, and jam the thing onto the sprinkler upside-down. Of course it would not stay put, so we kept having to put it back on. We were getting soaking wet, but generally having a good laugh about it when I woke up.

7/14/15
Went to bed at 11:30, woke up at 5:00 to alarm. Remembered nothing,

Probably a combination of being too tired (I ran 6 miles yesterday), and too little sleep. I will have to try to get to bed earlier.

7/13/15

Went to bed at 11:30, woke up at 5:30 naturally, dozed until alarm went off at 6:30.

In the 5:30 to 6:30 space, I had some dreams.

In one, I was driving into Disneyworld. I was at the gate, waiting to pay to park, and one of the workers recognized me. She said “Hi, your dad is waiting for you.” Apparently, I was the son of the owner of Disneyworld. All of the workers then recognized me. I got into some sort of flying machine, and flew over the park to meet my dad. I woke up before I got there.

In another dream, I dreamed that I was my son (4 year old), and I was getting into the car. I had a hard time keeping my thoughts together, and couldn't focus on getting into the car. Then I woke up. I bet that is really how it is for him - I should be more patient.

7/12/15

Went to bed at 11:15, woke up at 7:00. Remembered nothing.


I had hurt my back that day, and had taken some Aleve to numb the pain. I bet that had something to do with it.

7/11/15
Went to bed at 11:15, woke up at 7:15

I had some crazy dreams last night! All the ones I remembered were in that space in the morning after I wake up the first time, and then lie in bed for a little while because I am still tired. That seems to be the most productive dream time.

It started with me in the driveway of the house I grew up in. It was wintertime, and I was chopping ice from the driveway. The driveway was covered with a thick sheet. I chopped a hole, and there was open water underneath. An alligator came out, and tried to bite me. It was not super aggressive, but it wouldn’t leave me alone. I felt like it was someone’s pet that was out of control. It bit me on both thumbs and one of the toes on my left foot. I was not exactly sure which toe - it felt as if I only had one toe on that foot.

There was some sort of weird conspiracy that was just wrapping up amongst people that I care about. One of the people I care about had conspired and murdered another person that I care about. The murderer and the victim did not appear in my dream, but it seemed as if both were very close to me, if not the same person. The murderer had 3 people in on their conspiracy, and had tried to implicate or involve me by having me write some sort of note against my will. I felt terrible about having written the note.

Because of the successful conspiracy, there was a party going on at my house. It was there because the main conspirator was so close to me that they lived at my house. I came back from being chased by the alligator (stupid alligator, I thought…) and had the bites on my thumbs and toe. There was a keg at the party, and it had good beer in it. It dispensed two types of beer out of two taps that were coming out of the top. The keg did not require pumping, it just dispensed the beer when you pulled the handle. The beer came out really hard, but it did not seem to matter - the cups did not overflow.

One of the beers was a very heavy dark beer. I had one glass of that and enjoyed it, but didn’t want any more. The other beer was more amber in color and was very refreshing. Being that it had changed to summer, and we were in the shaded space just to the north of the driveway, I had a few glasses of that beer, and I think I was starting to get drunk. I sat by the keg and poured glasses of beer for the party guests for a while. It was fun, and we socialized a bit. People seemed to prefer the amber beer, but sometimes they would drink the dark beer.

I got tired of pouring beers, and wandered over to Marc’s old house next door. I went in (not exactly sure how), and found one of the conspirators inside. Apparently the main conspirator had bought gifts for each of the three other conspirators, and this person (she, I think) showed me theirs. It was some sort of bottle of alcohol. I was in the mood to drink, and wanted to share, but she did not want to share. I wandered back to my house.

At this point, my thumbs and toe were starting to bug me. My thumbs were pretty badly shredded by the alligator, and I wanted to get them fixed. Someone at the party told me that the woman who lived across the road was a doctor, and that she would fix me up.

I went to the doctor’s house and found the doctor. She was in a basement bedroom with wood paneling, a bed with a shelf above the headboard and a low dresser with a mirror. On the dresser was a bottle of brandy - she bragged because it was some sort of special type (VSOB I think were the letters in my dream, which I interpreted as “Very Special Old Brandy”). She saw my injuries and fixed them quite magically. It did not seem like magic - it seemed like medicine, but it happened really fast.

The doctor was lying on the bed, and I asked her if she was given the brandy because she was also a conspirator. She said yes, it was a gift. She then thanked me for writing the note because it was instrumental in completing the murder. She showed me the note sitting on top of the shelf above the bed, and I felt terrible all over again. Then she pulled out a red plastic hunting knife and tried to stab me with it. I caught the knife between my palms and took it away. The knife then disappeared and I made a dive for the note. I grabbed the note, crumpled it up, and ate it. The doctor then started trying to get sweet with me, but I was so disgusted with her for killing my friend and for having tried to kill me that I left and went back home.

I was going back to the party, and that stupid alligator started chasing me again, so I hit it with the ice-pick. That thing was so stubborn that it just kept trying to follow me back to the party. Then I woke up.

There were plenty of times in this dream where I became suspicious of the fact that I was dreaming, but I didn’t seem to become completely lucid.

7/10/2015
Went to bed at 10:15, woke up at 6:00

I was really tired when I went to bed, so I slept like a brick. When I woke up at 6:00, I didn’t remember a thing.

I laid in bed for 10 minutes after the alarm, and had some flashes: The Supremes, French Fries, Mankind (pro wrestler). That last one was probably because I had been listening to the WTF podcast, and Marc Maron was interviewing Mick Foley, who played Mankind.

I have been feeling very excited to go to bed at night. This is good.

7/9/2015
Went to bed at 11:15, woke up at 6:30.

Didn’t remember anything from last night, bummer.

Went running for 3 miles at 9:00, was pretty tired when I went to bed, and also when I woke up. Maybe that had something to do with it.

7/8/2015
Went to bed at 12:00 am, alarm went off at 6:30, laid in until a little before 7:00

Things were a bit muddy last night. I think I may have been too tired and should have gone to bed earlier. Too much exercise and not enough sleep. I only remember two images.

One is of a 45 rpm record, and trying to put it into some sort of slot like a dvd or cd player. It had writing on it, and I remember reading it, but don’t remember what it said.

Early in the night I had a very short dream where I was in a field, and I saw a bow (archery) standing near a few trees. Then I woke up. I think that some of the shorter dreams that I couldn’t remember on 7/6 had the same field, but I can’t be sure.

7/7/2015
Last night, I dreamed that I was in a large park on a beautiful day. I came across a strange drinking fountain. It had three spouts that pointed up from near the ground, each in a circle, and a fourth about at waist level. It had three buttons on it, each controlling how hard the water came out. The water just came out of whatever spout you were trying to drink from, I only pushed two buttons. The top button made the water come out just right, and the middle button made it come out way too hard. I drank from the spout at waist level.

After I was done drinking, George came along and had a drink from one of the spouts near the ground. He pushed the middle button and got all wet, but then pushed the top button and got a good drink.

Then I followed Charlie and several other kids (I was supervising) up to a large playground area. Charlie got there before me, and was playing with a wiffle golf ball. He must have gotten it from someone else, because there was a woman there saying that it was hers. I had Charlie give it back, and he threw it onto a pile of the woman’s belongings.

The dream ended with me seeing two young people sitting next to a very old woman. She was their aunt (a maiden aunt, I think), and they were being very nice to her. I am not sure why, but the words “nobody wants a combined aunt” repeated in my head several times.

7/6/2015
I am attempting to write this in reverse order...

I dreamed that I was setting up my drumset in the back of a narrow room. It was not very brightly lit. I was setting it up so I could play for a church service. A guest piano player was getting ready next to me, and she was trying to explain a movie to me that I had never seen.

Before that, I had been in a hallway talking with Todd from work and several other people about a new musical liturgy that was being planned. I was saying that it wasn’t ready yet, but all the musicians had to go to a training session on it. I was the trainer, and the training had already taken place. I thought that it was too early to train because the writing was not complete yet. The guest piano player overheard that conversation and thought I was complaining.

Before that, I was training a room full of people on that new musical liturgy. It was in a room that looked like the training room at work.

There were some shorter dreams through the night that I don’t quite remember. They almost felt like daydreams.