Beautiful Picked Notes

Not been journaling lately, that's bad. So here I go.

I work at a retirement home and I dreamt about that. It was mealtime and I was helping an old lady eat who, IRL, passed away almost half a year ago. Another lady sat at the table, also not alive anymore. My mom was there too, helping the people eat and handing out medications, which is was she also does IRL. At some point I realized, that the people around me should actually not be there anymore. I started doing my favourite reality check, looking at my hands. I counted fingers and came up at six, but I wasn't convinced. I looked around. All seemed normal, it's a very vivid scene, I can't believe I'm dreaming. I look at my hands again, still six fingers each. I walk up to a window to try a different approach, reaching through the glass. First try it didn't work, I just banged the glass. I look at my hands again, come up with way too many fingers this time. I reach for the glass again, this time convincing myself that I can reach through it, this time I can. The glass feels like water as I reach through it.
As I become lucid, I try jumping through the window and succeed. I decide that the retirement home is one bummer of a place to be at for a lucid dream, so I leave. As I walk out the door, I tell my boss to go fuck himself, ugh. I really hate that guy.
Out on the rural street in front of the retirement home, I go about trying some stuff. First off, rubbing my hands. I try for a while, I concentrate on the feeling between my hands, the heat between them. My dream appears to become more stable, more vivid. Colors look beautiful now. The dreamscape changed slightly. I go over to trying to fly. I can jump really high and I manage to hover a bit, but flying in directions is really hard. I try a couple dives into the sky but I fail and end up just jumping really high.
So now I try to change the setting I'm in by closing my eyes and spinning. I open my eyes and find myself in my room now. I exit through the window and try flying again.
The alarm clock goes off, I wake up.

I did the "Black Sunshine" I-doser Dose before falling asleep yesterday and that one really went off. Also appears to have given me pretty neat dream recall.

The first dream that's there is that of a group of my friends being at a place that's apparently a school. We stand in front of a huge glass window, granting us view on what I percieve to be the Northern Sea, even though it's clearly a river. I recall this is a scene that flashed to my mind a couple times during Black Sunshine.
In a corner of the room, there's a smoker's area that I find myself in, smoking. Often, I take a few steps away from the wall and get called for leaving the smoker's area and told to get back in.
At some point, somebody asks me if I'd been here yesterday already, smoking outside of the area and drinking vodka. I reply I wasn't, then we all run away. With a friend, I make fun of the rather rotund lady who asked me this.
Outside the building is a small, busy city street. There's a Burger King most of my friends get into. I recall ordering a Double Cheeseburger and some Chicken Nuggets, then leaving. There was definately more going on in there, but I don't recall. It's night at this time, but when we're back in a friend's car to move on, it's broad daylight.
We are at a place that looks like a mix of several places I've been to. There's a church that he parked his car in front of, just behind a small wooden bridge that's just wide enough for his vehicle to pass through. He sets back a couple meters, then guns the car through the bridge as fast as it'd go. We drive on in a convoy with a couple other friends, out of the city and onto some countryside. It's a beautiful scenery, lots of meadows and hills. The street lies next to a very deep ditch. Suddenly, my girlfriend is also in the car, desperately trying to find a way to get to a street called "In der Weiden" ("In the Meadows") and eventually getting my friend to stop the car in the middle of the street.
When we get out the car, the scenery is just amazing. About half a mile down the street, there's a huge power line pole, painted red and white as if there's an airport nearby. It looks really beautiful in these surroundings. To our right, I can make out some sort of power plant in the distance, obscured by the occasional tree. (I might try to get a painting of this going on). We walk around on the street until our friends catch up. A couple other people stop and we ask them for the way to that street my girlfriend wants to get to. We ask them wether the street goes straight away [from the one we're on] or not, the answer was "Both, they're paralell".
We then all turn around, I get on a motorcycle this time. Two friends of mine are on motorcycles as well, they pull a bunch of wheelies. We drive down the road a little more, until there's a curve that I underestimate. I pretty much just run straight off the road and go flying, since there's an elevation difference of about 4 meters between the road and the meadows around it now. Before I hit the ground, I awake.

Terrible recall this night, just a couple fragments.

One of me and my dad sitting in the livingroom, him asking me where his guitars are. "Nylon one is with me, one steel guitar is with a friend of mine and the other one is here".

The other fragment involves me and my sister throwing a couple of balls around in our house. The balls had some meaning I forgot, there was also something rather meaningful on my computer/desk that I can't seem to recall.

Yesterday, I had some Vitamin B6 before going to bed for the first time and I really had some amazingly vivid dreams. Sadly none of them got me lucid, but they were still pretty neat.

The first one I remember, starts around a bunch of surgeons preparing for a surgery. I learn that we're about to do a heart transplantation, but everybody takes it like it's a routine thing. When we get into the surgery room, I recognise the head surgeon as my RL chef at a retirement home and the heart of the patient, a girl of around 20 years, has already been removed. I get the heart in my hands while someone tells someone else that I, "Number 3" are only here to do minor side tasks. I wind up having a piece of the removed heart in my mouth and sucking around on it while I'm in a conversation with two other surgeons at the end of the room.
As I spit the heart out, I get called to the action, where the girl is apparently in bad shape. I assume the new heart was already in, but her breathing was really shallow and her heartbeat went south. The head surgeon told me to "Save her! Reanimate!" but I couldn't get any CPR together. The surgery now suddenly got teleported from a room to outdoors in something that looks a little like a carport, with people walking by. My ex-ex-ex-ex-girlfriend comes along, talking on her cellphone. I try to stop her and get the phone, but she ignores me. Eventually, I reach into a bag with loads of medication in it, packaged a little like those cookies you get when you order coffee at italian restaurants. I find something labeled "Life Retter" ("Retter" is German for "saver" in this case and yeah, it was bilingual) and "Opium". This gave me an idea. "We could give her opiates to free her lungs and clear her breathing.", I suggested and the head surgeon actually did it.
Now IRL that seems like a rather counterproductive idea, since the Codein she got is an antitussive, and when her lungs are full of some shit, giving her something that supresses her cough reflex is just, well...
The Codein worked though, as within seconds, she started breathing normally again and even regained consciousness. I recall that at some point, we looked through some photographs of her.
Then I remember a small fragment at the end of the dream, with me lying in bed with my girlfriend. She asks me how today was and who we performed surgery on. I tell her I can't say any names but that I already saved a life "on my first day". She looks at me with an indescribable "Ohhhh get outta here" face.

Dream number two takes place at my girlfriends apartment, but only the entry door looks familiar to RL, the rest is completely rearranged. Sitting here as I type, it was also probably quite a bit bigger in the dream. I was in bed with her and some other guy I didn't recognize. We're watching TV, when I made some horrible, horrible joke. The guy chuckled, my girlfriend didn't and I started getting kinda pissed at this entire situation. At some later point, the other guy said something and my girlfriend reacted to it immensly, used it to make fun of me and told him how "sweet" he was. I turned to my girlfriend with words to the likes of "Now you're totally kidding me, right? You have got to be fucking with me at this point. Jesus Christ, do whatever you want. I don't give a shit.". Then I turned around and fell asleep. When I woke up, the other guy was in a room next door and the doorbell rang. Since it was in the middle of the night I was concerned and asked my girlfriend if I should come with her to the door. She declined and came back later with a bag full of medications. Proudly she told me "Now we've got something against everything, both prescription and without!" and I seemed to recall she wanted to operate kind of a private pharmacy and sold the drugs.
I took the bag to the RL bedroom that was empty in the dream and looked through it for a while.
When I got back to the room with the bed in it, the other guy was gone and I found my girlfriend masturbating spread eagle on the bed. Nice sight.
There's a gap in my memory, but then there's the next morning and she's at school. I leave the apartment and walk down into the city. I meet two old friends of mine who suggest that when you burn flowers, it's good when you have a stuffed nose (which I have IRL at the moment). I find this interesting and pick up the first flower I see. Out of fear that the owner of the garden I picked it from might see and follow me, I walk a different route than the direct one back home, but halfway there, I lose the flower somehow, so I pick another one. It's a sunflower. I do the same avoidance thing again, eventually winding up on the small street running along before the front of our school complex, meeting a girl I went to school with and a teacher. The teacher asks me wether happen to be walking up the street and then between the two gyms, which I'm not. At this point, the sunflower suddenly starts behaving like a parachute, being dragged around by the wind. It gets really hard to hold on to it, much less walk with it in hand. I get about ten meters, then I lose hold of it and it flies(!) away. The dream ends.

The last notable dream I recall takes place in school. As I mentioned before, I'm out of school since early summer this year.
I have nothing to do, so I visit some friends who are still in school. I recall only some of them actually existing in reality. A couple of friends then drag me into class to spend an hour there. It's German class, apparently, but the teacher actually teaches math and physics IRL. The lesson is about some short story about a girl who drifts off in thought during class. I remember that a point about it was that she referred to the teacher in the story exclusively as the "vulture" and something else as a "god", I forgot what though. I chatted with friends in class and actually paid attention to the teacher. At some point I started feeling really terrible and started to miss these times, wishing I could get back in school. With this feeling, the dream ends.

The dream begins at an elementary school on an island. The island reminds me very heavily of the island Everon in "Operation: Flashpoint". There's a small school building and a large shack next to it. I remember the shack catching fire and then me and a friend of mine running outside. In the skies, suddenly an airplane breaks apart, showering pieces over the island and eventually exploding like fireworks.
I then remember being at home, watching news. They say that alien invaders were trying to defect all of our earthly defenses. After that, I recall a short sequence at my actual school with me carrying a backpack around. Not much. I then get back home to see a flying saucer landing in our yard. It's about 50 feet wide, shaped as an octagon and really flat. As it opens, I'm too afraid to look at the aliens that emerge, so I instead turn to call our nation's equivalent of 911. It takes me a bunch of tries because first I don't recall it correctly, then I can't type it correctly. When I finally manage to call it, the operator on the other end is seriously bored with hearing what I say, so he hangs up. I try calling a few more times before I leave the phone to stop my sister from going outside. As I do, the UFO lifts off after I catch a glimpse of it's passengers: It was a humanoid, just very short and really wide and heavy. The UFO looks a lot smaller as it lifts off than when it landed. Upon leaving, other saucers join it in the air. One of then drops a small box with a parachute on it, Worms-style.
The whole dream now takes a twist, because as the box is recovered, it contains plans for the spaceships and pictures of two men from (I believe it was) Texas working on them, with a confession that it was nothing but a hoax.
Nevertheless, I never got an answer on that burning school and the crashing airplanes.

The school came back to me later, when I had a dream of my current self, at 19 years of age, being forced to repeat the second grade of elementary school because when I did it the first time, I didn't score enough points. I sat in class and always just had my old documents from back then filled all out. My classmates made a whole lot of fun of me. Our teacher was actually my old elementary school teacher, the classrooms looked different though. We had to switch to a different village's schoolhouse a couple of times and I was driven around by an old lady whom I know from a retirement home. There was a very dense forest between the two villages, blocked with a fence that we could just pass through.