The Mind is Power; My Dream Journal

I'm sorry. I'm tired right now. I'll fix all of the formatting later. End of night 2 and I've been practicing RCs and positive enforcement before going to bed. My dreams are easier to remember, it seems like, but we'll see. Nothing lucid yet.

I only remember fragments of this dream. My friend Phil and I drove up to some house in a different state to go play music together with our buddy Nate.It was a random aquatints house, Zebs.. Once we got there the interior was all white and dressed in a very modern style. We walked through a hardwood kitchen and then down some carpeted steps into a basement that was also carpeted. There was a guitar on a stand in the corner of the stairs. The stand was black. We continued to walk and as we were in the basement we started to hear some noise. We went into this room in the corner and Tate was in there already. I was surprised he managed to get there without needing a ride. He was sitting cross legged on the ground and wearing a black beanie. He was playing with his cell phone and making it make weird noises. He grinned when he saw us. I was nervous about bothering Zebs parents in the room next to us so I suggested we practice our songs without my drums. Nate said ok and started tuning his guitar. When I watched and heard him tune his guitar it was weirdly vivid. Qhen he got finished doing it I turned to Phil and him at the same time and explained how my "specially rigged" pa system works, at my house in my waking life. I showed them a
mixer with a cable running off of it and told them that we could run headphones from the headphone splitter and practice almost without noise. and then, not sure what happened, Nate got up and said he had to go. We didn't play any songs though! So I suggested to Phil that we play along with an ipod to the cover songs we wanted to do. He was up for it. in the corner of the room was some sort of mini speaker system made specifically for plugging ipods in. I was ecstatic that we were still going to be able to practice but I wasn't sure if I had all the proper cords to plug my ipod in. And then for some reason Lawrence was there. He was only there for a little bit. I don't remember how he got there or why but i only remember him suddenly having to go. As he was walking away I mentioned "that girl from kirkland" adding me on facebook and how I was super stoked about it. And then, grinning, i told him i guessed she was just a random facebook adder so it didn't mean anything. He looked at me for what seemed a little while before saying that he went to school with her. And she mentioned that she knew me from one of her classes. He then went on and said "but I'm in all of her classes. I don't know what she's talking about." I remember feeling a bit defensive like i had to cover something up so I said: "at the show she and i talked". He left.

Today I dreamed that I was working at brew and grow and in the back of the store, for some reason, I was pretty much "babysitting" some sort of convict. He was wearing a white t shirt and had handcuffs on. Attached to his hand cuffs, being dragged along the floor, was a big round stone block to keep him from running. I remember a police officer was sent to the store to help me watch him. He first showed up, at the beginning of the day, and I hadn't had time to set up for him. So while he was there, talking to his wife, I set up a wooden fold out table and put four chairs around it.One for me, one for him, one for the convict, and one for a co worker. I remember the table was dirty and a little wobbly. and then I also put some white papers on it. I can't remember what it was.After I set up the station at the back of the store, in the warehouse, I remember watching as he and his wife walked around the store in a big square. They mentioned showplace 16 and were trying to figure out a time to go see the movie "inception". He suggested a later showing, 9 or 10 i think, and then I interrupted and told them that I was going to the 7:30. That was an earlier showtime and, I guess, in my dream I only worked until 6 so I'd have plenty of time to get there. They didn't like the suggestion and mentioned something about how his work dictates his hours and 7:30 is too late for him since he has to get up early. I said "OK" but in my mind didn't understand how going to an early showing, so he could get more sleep, was a bad thing. While they were walking around I walked up to the front of the store and saw Mike on the ground by the big safe. He had his head in his hands and seemed to be hiding behind a garbage bag but he was kind of grinning. I’m guessing he was being dramatic because a police officer was there and he was nervous. We stayed at brew and grow for awhile, I don't remember any specifics other than the fact that a few times I remember being at the front counters talking to customers.

After that we left and went outside to go for a walk with the convict. It was me, the convict, the police officer, and someone I work with. It was a beautiful day out. Blue skies and everything was vibrant and green. For some reason it seemed like some kind of fair was going on. So we began taking a big long walk. Surprisingly the convict seemed to be enjoying himself. He was white and a little bit overweight. The police officer frequently stopped on our walk to talk to people or give them hugs and handshakes. The convict didn't like us, I don't think, but grinned and said "damn are you nice guys, except when you arrest me" and he was laughing when he said it. We kept walking and then I remember somebody
attacking the convict. He had a sloped forehead and big eyes. He looked like he might have been mentally handicapped. Anyways. He attacked the convict and I had to intervene.
I remember pushing the man back but he came charging back. Finally I grabbed him with both hands and threw him to the ground. My heart was pumping but we kept on walking.

I also remember driving, coming from my wifes old house it seemed like, and into Mount Morris to go hang out with Chris except instead of living at his house he lived where my parents live. I remember a brief flash of the dream where I realized that Lawrence called into work with some BS excuse and so Chris had to work harder or later or something and wasn't sure if we'd be able to hang out. I called and told Chris this but he didn't seem to think it was a big deal. That's all I remember. I only included it because I’ve never dreamed of the same person in 2 separate dreams like that.


So all in all I don't think it was a bad night for dreaming. I, at first, wasn't even going to write but then I decided that I needed to get into this habit and put more effort into it. And so I did and ended up remembering way more than I thought I would. It's a real cool feeling to be able to suddenly recall all of this.

I think I'm making some progress. In fact I think I almost became lucid. When, in my first dream, the Police Officers wife and I were talking about show times for the movie "Inception" in my head I just couldn't wrap my mind around her math. It just didn't add up. Oh well, til tomorrow!