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To bed around 10:40
3;40 I had some dream with some diagrams/charts
6:30 alarm woke me. No recall. Tired. Not enough sleep this night? My mood is fine though. I am at peace with myself this morning.

There was a lot of zipping and pdfing of files in this dream. In other words I wasted a dream doing boring work related stuff.

I just remembered why I had this dream. I went to bed trying too hard to not think of work and failing. I have been having too many work related dreams, and I want to change that. One way of looking at this dream is my subconscious laughing at me: so, you want fewer work related dreams? You know, it could be worse: they could be work related and boring! Haha.

Of course, my awareness level may have also been so low that my mind needed to do something that required very little concentration: a mindless set of tasks it knows well.

The number pi, triangle, calculations - that's all I remember from this dream. I think it's a variation on 3 is complete perhaps (another dream).

This is not so much a dream as a HH image. I woke up around 5, and tried to do WILD unsuccessfully. I remember one vivid image though: a person with a black bird of prey head, kind of like an Egyptian God.

In other news I was reliving an unsuccessful job interview in my head, thinking of questions I should have asked but did not. This was not really while asleep though, but right upon waning up.

I am in mid job search, and yet I dreamed a dream affirming my current job that the work we do matters, that the data we pull is valuable to those requesting it.

The thing is that I cannot shake the memory that I wrote another dream journal entry last night, but there is not other. Did I DJ in a dream? it's possible.

My four year old had this dream:

He dreamed that his friend was over at our home, and he could transform with a fin on his head and a giant butt (kids this age butts are a big deal, very funny and all, and so are potty jokes). In this dream we also had a special potty that allowed one to watch TV movies while sitting on the potty.

Yup, he's a four year old boy, and this was a fun wish fulfilling dream.

I remember waking up around 4am thinking that instead of writing in my DJ, I would go back to sleep and try to WILD. hen my husband got dressed (he has an early meeting), then my son got into bed with me (I told him that he was disturbing my trying to fall asleep, and he left), then there was another noise and whatnot. Well, I was completely unable to fall asleep, let alone WILD. By 5am I gave up. I am groggy and not well rested, and can't sleep any more. Sigh.

I was feeling so poorly all day yesterday that I decided to concentrate on getting a good night sleep and not even try dream recall.

In this dream I was in a bagel shop waiting for a man to finish glazing bagels I wished to buy. I knew the bagels were for my father and stepmother. In fact they were there too (though they may have appeared only after I knew who the bagels were for). Even though they were there, I did not acknowledge their presence. Instead I facebooked on the iPad. I was looking at pictures they had placed on Facebook (in reality neither of them is on Facebook and they are opposed to it). I liked one of the pictures. My stepmother broke the silence and said, see she does not acknowledge even that we are here, but at least she liked one of my photos. I then did acknowledge them, went over to where they were sitting. My stepmother said that my father was wondering how I can read anything on the iPad, so I showed her that it was actually very easy to read on an iPad. Meanwhile the man making the doughnuts wanted me to decide which kind I wanted to buy, and I realized I wanted Boston cream donuts, but they did not appear to have any. Some of the donuts they had were pretty weird, including a giant cake sized donut that the man had just finished glazing. Even though the donuts were supposed to be for my dad and step mother, I did not consult them what they wanted, but rather tried to base my decision on what I liked.

In hindsight, I found it interesting that my stepmother knew I had liked one of her photos even though she was not sitting next to me yet, and she was surprised that I could read on an iPad suggesting that she did not have such a handy device to read Facebook on. I guess she just "knew" when someone liked her photo on Facebook.

This dream was awkward, but not a nightmare. Definitely not lucid.

I also remember that the guy glazing donuts looked familiar in the dream but I could not place him. Upon waking I no longer remembered his face, so I could neither confirm nor deny whether he actually was familiar.

In this dream I was not myself. In fact, I saw it kind of from a distance most of the time like watching a movie, though I vaguely identified with one of the participants.

The dream starts with the watching of a movie, a documentary prepared by a company about a valued employee of theirs who died a while ago in something that was either believed to be an accident or a suicide. On the anniversary of his death, they were gathered outdoors on a mountain. The weather was nice and sunny. Lots of greenery. The person whom I sort of identified as was the man's sister, and after the movie she/I speak(s) up and says that this was neither an accident nor suicide, but murder.

One of the men pulls her aside and asks how do you know it was murder. He does not wait for an explanation, but proceeds to attempt to kill her/me. His attempts though are completely ineffective and harmless, like he can't touch her/me. So he proceeds to account how he killed her brother in this very spot. (During the retelling I could see the murder happening as clearly as any other part of the dream.) The motive was that the brother had discovered something he should not have, and would have told those who should not know. The murder weapon seemed to be glass tubes, the kind used by scientists for chemical experiments. The murderer broke them, and proceeded to stab his victim repeatedly, but the man refused to die for a while so there was a lot of stabbing needed until he finally did. While being stabbed so many times, the victim did not struggle, or try to defend himself, or even cry out in pain. He just kind of took it.

I have no idea how anyone could interpret or cover up such a murder as an accident or suicide. This was not a nightmare. Even though I vaguely identified with the sister, and the murder did in effectively try to kill me too, but I was throughout this dream watching it like a movie and ai had no emotional response to it - I was not committed not judgmental. It kind of was, even when what it was was a gruesome murder.