Jellyd0nut

[Notes]:
- Meh, not too much. at the beginning of a not-stressful week.

[Dream 1]:
This truck (blue or red) and my advisor for chem who is my dad in the dream were out in this field, apparently to do a photo shoot. He's carrying this metal mesh that he's ripped into three or so peices, but suddently this facehugger/horseshoe crab hops out and stings him on the shoulder, and continues to jump around. Apparently, it's poisonous.

[Dream 2]:
I'm at this "Ice Bar" for some sort of community outreach program. It's this big chunky white building, possibly inspired by a Minecraft mod. It's rather empty on the inside, outside of a couple spinny/lawn chairs. Me, L, and S are all in there. S is clearly high as usual and asks me if I want to "hang out" like he usually does, and I reject. L laughs, and I leave...

[The dream fragments...]

[Notes]:
- Tried WBTB again last night (I think this was my third time): Went to bed at 10:30 and woke up at 4:00. I think that was probably a bit too early.
- There was one point in the night in which I remembered to reality check, and momentarily became lucid.
- All these fragments are not in any order.

[Fragment 1]:
Apparently, Dad bought a TON of different cereal and the cabinet was totally full, and seemed to never end. I pulled out box after box. One of them was Reese's Puffs.
(When I woke up, I thought we still had all that cereal )

[Fragment 2]:
Something about a spherical robot cartoon-ish thing on an open concrete plain. I remembered to reality check and then woke up.

[Notes]:
- This happened a while back, can't remember much about it.

[Fragment 1]:
I get into my car with a couple of friends (one of them is W). For some reason, the driver's seat is on the right side. I hear these strange gas-like sounds in the car behind me, and I look, and low and behold my friends are smoking crack in my car with a couple of test tubes. I flip out at them, and they get legit scared and run away. I run after them. I eventually find myself on top of this tree house, and these police/neighborhood watch people start shouting at me, scolding me for scolding my friends for having crack.

[Fragment 2]:
Something about my bus being late... turning onto a neighborhood street.

[Fragment 3]:
There was this crazy lightning storm above my house. [DREAMSIGN] It flew over and ended up on the east side, spewing out confetti-like sine wave lightning like crazy.

[Notes]:
- Very vivid.
- I wrote some rudimentary notes a while back, but now I can't remember that much outside of them.
- The setting was rather all over the place; it was more like I was watching a movie with cuts in between than actually flowing through a whole dream.

[Dream begins]:
My family doctor had prescribed me heroin, and I didn't really know why (possibly depression?). I was supposed to shoot up once a day, every morning. My syringes came in these blue or black plastic containers in packs of 10 or 20.

I had become dependent on it. In order to feel any sense of normality, I'd have to shoot up. On the first day of the dream, I shot up in the morning, but then started feeling crappy in the afternoon. I know I was only supposed to shoot once, but I just had to do it again. Thus began the cycle. The next day, I made it halfway through the day, then shot up again. Then again a couple hours later, and so on. At the end of the day, I realized that I had shot up five times. I realized I had a problem. The next day, I decided I would only shoot up once in the morning, as prescribed. I made it into the day a little, feeling relatively fine, and then I started to feel crappy. I had a HUD that had a happy meter that was like a battery, and it was nearing empty. I began to feel like my whole body was hurting, sweats, and fever.

[Dream ends]

[Notes]:
- About to try WBTB for the second time. I figured I'd try to document the dreams I'd had so far before diving back in
- Goals for LD (if I have it): Talk to a DC, ask him/her for a good ToTM, maybe a joke! Try pushing my finger into my hand as well.

[Fragment]:
There's something about these buffalo chicken/fruit leather sandwiches. JS has something to do with it. There was something about eating it giving you your powers n' stuff.

Something about these bloopy childish blue birds and JS that woke me up.

[Natural awakening.]

I'm going in.

[Notes]:
- It seems that during the week my quality of dreams and recall drastically decrease, and that on weekends and holidays its the highest. Here's what has happened over the past couple nights:

[Fragment 11/29/15]:
I was looking at an alley, much like the BackAlleys map. Some girl in a daft punk mask turned and ran towards me from the end.

[Fragment 11/30/15]:
Don't bend it.