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The dream starts in an elementary school. Not any school I've ever been to, but its still very real. The school day is wrapping up with some sort of gardening class, so most of the students are outside. I'm older than all of them but still there, probably as a student- oh, and also without any pants, so I guess you could call this a naked dream. To compensate, I sit down in a green plastic lawn chair and pull my shirt over my knees.

After overhearing a short conversation about the latest Nintendo DS, I head towards my car to look for some pants. However, sitting in the driver's seat is the lucid dreaming Youtuber Tipharot. I must know him in this dream reality, because I greet him like a friend, and then ask him to drop me off at the school's main entrance. However, he ignores my request and keeps driving. There are a few other driveways that lead to the school, but he passes them all without saying a word. At this point I remember that his first name is Matt, so I say "Matt, what are you doing? The school is over there." but no response comes.

Before long we reach a dirt road, which leads to the bank of a shallow pond. Without hesitation, Tipharot drives the car into the ponds and all the way across it, nearly submerging the whole car underwater. At this point, I have an ominous feeling about the situation. As we pull onto land on the opposite side of the pond, I grab his shoulder and shake it, then call him crazy. Without making eye contact, he responds with something like "Yeah, maybe I am, but we're here now." This makes me even more nervous.

Next, Tipharot drives the car around to where the dirt road becomes the edge of the pond. There are tall, jagged rocks there (and for some reason also a little corgi running around!) that for some reason I decided to climb, letting Tipharot out of my sight in the process. By now, I had it in my head that he wanted to kill me, but wasn't quite sure yet. After (for whatever reason) climbing on the rocks and almost falling a few times, I get down. I hear my name being called from the other side of the pond. Standing there, wearing a blue clown mask and brandishing two machetes was Tipharot.

Then I woke up

Morning of June 1, 1998. Monday.

Reading time: 1 min 52 sec. Readability score: 52.



Deliberately stepping into the dream space, I find it is a comfortably dark room that has walls, floor, and ceiling of gray stone. I am unaware of the presence of a door or doorway.

What I first think is an Egyptian sarcophagus is present in the center of the room. It is mainly rectangular and lacking detail. In semi-lucidity, I realize it is a representation of the fact that I am asleep in bed.

Moving closer, I see that the lid of the sarcophagus is like a stained glass window of a Christian church, although it portrays an unknown British king rather than a religious scene, the imagery of which resembles the king of diamonds in a deck of cards. A yellow light is discernible from under, shining through its semi-transparent sections despite the multi-colored stained glass, and I fall into it (deliberately, leaning forward) without fear, cracking it open and immediately being “back” in bed.

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Explanatory notes on dream modeling and processing:

My physical body is asleep in bed, not moving, and that is the foundation (and trigger) of the rendering of the sarcophagus. I am aware of the cause while in my dream aside from the fact its foundation is semi-lucidly scripted. (In “Stargate,” the sarcophagus is used to restore the physical body to full health and that was my original intent here.) The details mainly stem from associations with two Alan Parsons Project albums, “Pyramid” and “Turn of a Friendly Card.” (On the cover of “Pyramid,” Alan Parsons is sitting up in bed in a room with an orange and yellow glow. “Turn of a Friendly Card” features the king of diamonds in stained glass.)

The color yellow is a factor I have used all my life (in both infra-awareness and lucidity) to initiate emerging consciousness and dream state revivification. It is not a factor of absolute dream control in every case (only RAS mediation, which is unpredictable due to ultradian rhythm peaks and lows) and is typically more likely to bring about waking and preconscious manifestation than intended reinduction.

Deliberately leaning and falling forward, or jumping from a window or cliff is a method I have used since childhood to intensify and sustain a dream, though it does not always work as it occasionally triggers VSC RAS modulation. In contrast, the breaking window is a metaphor for dream state cessation as in the 1971 TV movie, “The Deadly Dream.”

Notes added Friday, 17 August 2018. As of this date, creating a large locked steel bank vault door that replaces the front door of a house, and rapidly flying towards it from a bedroom (to phase through it into whatever is beyond in the front yard) with total faith and confidence, is the most viable way I have found to vivify and sustain the dream state.

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Date of Dream: SUN 12 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 395 - Wrong Day Of The Week, Boys

The dream started off with a sub-scene. It was supposedly at a much larger, distorted version of Endeavour Hills Shopping Centre. There was a little Asian boy, who just like me, had a fear of lifts. Apparently my mum was taking him along and pressuring him to go in one. There was also an unknown woman there but I can’t seem to trace her identity in anyway. As the little boy was being pushed into the lift, he was crying.

It was then my scene and I was apparently projecting the sub-scene while standing in the kitchen of my old house. Quickly though, the scene faded out and I was now in my brother’s bedroom of the current house. The computer table was not in the same position as it was in real life… In the dream, the table was in the middle of the room, with Dreamy WB standing behind it. Her appearance in this dream was the slightly rust coloured hair with her navy year 12 hoodie and plain black leggings and tracksuit pants… She convincingly looked like she could have been the real WB but in hindsight, I know she wasn’t.

I was also standing behind the table but I was more towards the outer end of it. The first thing Dreamy WB did was pull me in towards her and then she hugged me. Although I wasn’t lucid, thoughts were still playing through my head; thoughts like “the boy went through your ordeal” and “she knows about the previous scene” and “the little boy had no one but you have her”. In this scene, Dreamy WB did speak but I don’t remember anything she said. This scene did go by quickly.

For the next scene, I was now in the outside car park of Wheelers Hill Shopping Centre and apparently everyone was going crazy because Logan from SuperMarioLogan in America was having a fan meet-up and autograph signing in the car park. I approached Logan to get things signed myself but he kept on ignoring at me and would some times even snigger to other people as he “subtly” moved away from me. During the events in this scene, I noticed that he was wearing his yellow Jeffy t-shirt.

The next dream scene then took place at a railway station and I was even trying to catch Logan’s attention on a train. Once again, he was attempting to deliberately avoid me and even went into other carriages to do so. This scene only played for a short while and I was eventually back in the Wheelers Hill car park but with no one else around.

My brother was supposed to meet up with one of his university friends and their twin brother and they were supposed to be coming for a sleepover at our house. Eventually, the boys appeared and they followed me down one of the slopes of the car park. We were walking in some unknown area when I said to RK, this should be a lucid dream because it’s not normal for you to come down on a Wednesday. Then I went over and said to BK, “This should be a lucid dream because you guys never stay down this end on a Thursday”. I never became lucid though.

Soon, my brother came up from behind and started talking to RK, as well as taking BK’s company away from me. We had entered into our court and there was this impressive big fruit market at the bottom of it. I was enthusiastically going to show the boys what fruit I was going to pick but found myself to be rather highly disappointed when my brother subtracted their attention and took them up to the house instead.

Now there was a random stranger man who was talking to me and he was helping me to pick some fruits. I ended up picking some of these almost microscopic cherries as well as these tiny peaches which still had their fuzzy coats on. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 395: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 11
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 2.5
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Dream Guide Automatically Present (0.5)
- Buy/Purchase Something: Mini Fruits (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 74.5
Total Accumulated Points: 77.0

Date of Dream: SAT 11 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 394 - You Don't Make Maths Fun

I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was in the foyer of the main drama theatre at Monash University. One of my high school teachers Mr McPh. approached me and held up a massive sheet full of mathematical sketches right in front of my face. He wasn’t yelling but he was randomly declaring all these concepts to me which I just computed as utter gibberish. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 394: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 10
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 7.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- 7-Day Recall Chain (7.0)

+ Previous Total: 67.0
Total Accumulated Points: 74.5

Date of Dream: FRI 10 AUG - 2018




Dream No. 393 - Back In Grade Four

I can’t remember much about this dream. I was at my old primary school, in the exact same classroom as I was in grade four in real life. Also, my grade four teacher was there. In this dream, she was being really strict and nasty. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 393: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 9
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 0.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 66.5
Total Accumulated Points: 67.0

Date of Dream: THU 9 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 392 - All Roads Lead To Chadstone

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at some unknown flood-plane area, although I could tell it was near the Eastlink Freeway. Apparently, I was supposed to find my way to Chadstone Shopping Centre, feeling lost at the current moment. I flew down this dirt track and ended up near one of the entrances to Jells Park. “How do I get to Chadstone from here?”, I thought to myself. I tried to fly towards the direction of Glen Waverley.

I was in a shopping centre that looked nothing like The Glen in real life and that’s where I met up with my brother. To traverse through the almost empty and boring looking shopping centre, I had to squeeze through some really tight holes, even crawling at some stages. Eventually, my brother and I got out onto the main road which did this time look like it does in real life.

Now I had some orientation of where I was at and I told my brother how we could get to Chadstone. I told him that we should keep heading down this road to get to the other freeway and then we’d be on the right track. Once we were on that freeway though, there was a weird floating stone contraption that I had to traverse across. I can only remember up to the point when I exited out the other side of the weird stone contraption.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 392: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 8
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 7.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)
- Fly (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 59.5
Total Accumulated Points: 66.5

Aug 16

61/An old, beautiful neighborhood was to be demolished to build an ugly apartment building. I rode a bike in the area and reminisced about my childhood there. One of the many churches about to be demolished, was open. I went inside and everything was for sale. Made me sad. Was this progress or pure greed? I went to the other churches and they were already abaondoned, standing like stone skeletons.

62/Shopped with some friends. I bought a new set of used golf clubs which turned into fighting staffs at some point. A friend had bought some 3d printed guns and shot them off right there in the city. A guy came from out of an alley and joined in the shooting. I left. Found a pawn shop that ended up hanging out in because of the conversations.

Fragments
Woke up several times and vaguely remember a women, or women, had been talking to me.
A man, who looked the color of clay pots, sang something walking toward me.

I was in this very modern, futuristic looking city or resort. Have a feeling it was in Middle East, Saudi Arabia, Dubai...

It kinda looked like Dubai with all super tall buildings made from glass. All shiny, clean. I walked out on a balcony, realizing it's miles above the ocean, the floor is glass, and there is not much of a railing around. I dropped to the ground and backed out on all four, scared. Haha.

I wanted to do something good, so I went to look for someone bad. I found a guy trying to take hostages or something. I took a grenade away from him and threw it out the window just in time. Interesting thing is, that I don't think he was gonna do anything bad, until I kinda forced it with my mind.

Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time: 1 min 33 sec. Readability score: 61.



My dream starts out in what is a rare type of rendering with the factors contained in a “box” as separate from the dream self, but subliminally chosen by the dream self. (This stems from the “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” episode of “The Outer Limits,” which I saw at age 4. I had been in and out of various vivid dreams and inexplicable states of consciousness, and have been fascinated with them ever since.)

Theodore Bikel appears in a Christmas scene within this “box.” It has the essence of “The Night Before Christmas” Whitman punch out diorama that I put together each year as a boy. He is singing a Christmas song, though I do not recognize it. It is a tradition. Someone is playing a piano on the other side of the room from him. Family members are present. There is much joy.

After a time, I am absentmindedly putting another box “into” it. The process is abstract without a way to resolve it in conscious terms. The second box is similar to the previous, except that someone is playing a smaller and tinny-sounding keyboard. It is about two-thirds “into” the first box, moving in at an angle from above, before my dream’s level of focus changes.

Now I am looking at another “box” of entertainment. In the background is an unknown male wearing a Christmas tree costume (though most of his face is visible), with a yellow five-pointed star as a cap. In the foreground and to the left is a young girl (unfamiliar) sitting in an armchair and wearing all of a bird costume except for the head. In her right hand, she operates a bird hand puppet.

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The association with birds, airplanes, or unaided flight as the vestibular system correlation of the waking process has occurred in at least one dream every sleep cycle for over fifty years, but this instance is more unusual than usual. The hand puppet signifies dream control (and VSC mediation) and resultant VSC RAS modulation without lucidity in this case.

The unknown young girl is this dream’s typical preconscious avatar and VSC personification, and as usual, guiding my return to consciousness without RAS conflict (or the biological falling start). The male is my essence, a tree (physical body not moving in sleep) with the yellow star (emerging consciousness factor).

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i had a dream that my uncle had like a needle drooping down the middle of his chest.
i was at my cousins house and their garden was replaced with a market place and there i met a friend.
then i magically had set up a stall and another friend was buying from me and i was impressed at how he was actually a really smart person and good with negotiating.
and then another friend was swinging his legs around and then nearly kicked me in ,my face hard, but i grabbed his foot and then he said 'REFLEXES' .

Non-dream stuff - woke up at about 10:45, remembering mainly one non-lucid dream.

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Dream sequence:
The first part I can remember is in an underground tunnel, with a road. It was dark and there were old sodium-type lights, the orange streetlight kind of lamps. There was also this area that joined with the tunnel.

There were no cars and I went through the joined area and there was a man; I stabbed him in the back and continued on forward, running I think.

Then my "view" changed, from the same height as him, I could see the man lying face down on the ground, with a lot of blood under him, and with his face in a state of surprise and shock, eyes opened. But then he got up. Now he was naked, and he had tattoos, he also had a 9mm type pistol and he was scared and paced backwards toward an elevator. My view followed in front of him as he got into the elevator.

Inside it was mostly chrome/steel, maybe with one mirror. It was very bright inside the elevator and the man was still shaking; he made it go up, I think. My point of view changed to be behind him, as the lift arrived.

There were some bodyguard types in a dark room and he asked them for help, they were like his henchmen; I can't remember what happened here exactly but then he walked into that room and then another, and the other guys were gone again. And in the other room was me, and the man was surprised to see me. He got a katana from somewhere and tried to cut my head off, and succeeded, but only for my dream self to disappear and another to reappear in the same place, taunting him. I explained to him, this was his dream, and he could not get rid of me (which doesn't make sense 100% and also I failed to realise it was a dream... )

He kept trying to cut my head off, the same thing happening repeatedly, and he was obviously getting frustrated.

Then the dark room was not a room at all anymore; we were outdoors in a japanese-style house garden and it was day, with a few clouds. He still had his katana but I was at a distance now, and I had a weapon now too, either a katana or a naginata. I rushed to attack him with confidence and he struggled to predict my moves.

I can't really seem to remember the ending.

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Notes:

• I don't really know who the man was, but I remember his role was that of a criminal leader or something. He had long black hair, but I do not remember his clothes, when he had them.
• The elevator is a common recurring dream-sign, though it usually involves me rather than someone else.
• As far as I can remember, most of the setting was dream-generated.
• I spoke to the man about the nature of the dream, his dream, even. But then I didn't realise the nature of my own dream; it is as though I was a dream character to this dream character man of mine.
• I did not feel pain from the beheading but perhaps remember feeling a slight pressure from the blade initially.

Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time: 2 min 19 sec. Readability score: 57.



In the infra-awareness stage (dream creation and control without lucidity), my dream self chooses to ride in the back of a car. (This is the same stem of subliminally desired vestibular system correlation that otherwise creates flight symbols but with less anticipation of the biological process that results in a falling start). After creating this scene as a passive transition, I watch the scenery to my right. I am uncertain of who the driver is. (It is the preconscious avatar of course, but I remain unsure of its identity in this segment, but I vaguely perceive it is female, probably a thread of conscious self identity implying Zsuzsanna, as she is sleeping on my left at the time.) It seems to be late morning. It is a beautiful sunny day under blue skies.

We go past a huge cow pasture. (Again, on the right - as there is only vague definition to my left, probably why I am unaware of the driver’s identity as well, as the driver’s side is on the left, implying America. Thus, I am subliminally choosing not to augment my dream, as I sleep on my left side). Despite its size, there are only a few cows here and there, which I find puzzling. They are all black-and-white Holstein cows of a very similar appearance.

Eventually, we come to crossroads (which represents reticular formation mediation). I look back and see that one end of the cow pasture (on the road perpendicular to the one we are on) is unfenced. There are several houses along that area with large side yards. I start to wonder if cows sometimes get out through that area. (This is a very passive changeover of liminal space division, which a fence otherwise represents. Of course, this scene also causes my dream to jump into a different stage.)

I am now inside a big featureless room that is not well lit. An unfamiliar male climbs a rope up to a square cage hanging from the ceiling that is almost touching it. A bobcat is sitting inside the cage. The man, who reminds me of the essence of a magician, opens the door of the cage and starts petting the bobcat. It seems very tame. The man and the bobcat start hugging and kissing. I soon wake.

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Climbing a rope (whether or not it is the subconscious self or projected into an avatar) is usually the final metaphorical representation of vestibular system correlation during the waking process, though it is less common than flight-related events. A cat is a form of the preconscious as a “witness” to the dream state, mostly occurring in the enigma space stage, while the man is a transition of the dream self and an emerging consciousness factor. It is a typical unification (coalescence) process.

My dream’s model is typical (though again, not as common as flight-related VSC), for example, “Climbing a Vine” (March 4, 2017), uses the same model, only it is integrated rather than projected. Additionally, that dream perceives the reticular formation as a possible threat rather than resolving enigma space with unification.

The dynamics behind this dream stem from having watched “Sabretooth” (2002) with Zsuzsanna last night. My dream transmuted the negative unification factor (as the cat in the movie attacked and ate people) into a more harmonious unification factor. It is the desired waking process rectification other than when the immune system is under attack (as in my “Night of the Rat” dream from April 8, 1978).

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Aug 15th

56/ Was in a university, had decorated my backpack with cultural symbols. Saw notes posted at campus that there were threats to people of minority cultures. I removed all but two of the symbols from my backpack. If I was a target, so be it.

57/ Someone offered me and nephew a bit of wild parsnip. Our mouths burned but no one cared. I took care to keep drinking water hoping to dilute the burning. I shared my water with my nephew.

58/ LUCID!! Trapped in a large, old house by a storm. Frustrated I stepped out the door and yelled into the sky. As I yelled the clouds split to reveal stars. ‘What the hell... this is a dream!’ I stepped out into the storm and yelled until all of the clouds parted. The storm was gone. Stars shone brightly above, all in their correct places. I struggled to remember my goals. Something to do with the sky. I tried to fly but couldn’t lift off for long. No luck teleporting. I rememberd the sky tune but not the words. I walked around in a circle sideways, my back facing to the center of the circle. I hummed the song and looked at the sky. With each step I rose a little off the ground. I looked down and instantly the earth was beneath my feet again. ‘no!’ I said. I started the circle and humming again and rose. The stars twinkled around me. They were not distant like science says, they hovered near and sparkled their voices. I kept humming and rising and eventually forgot where I was going. I don’t remember anything after.

59/ A train, I heard on the news, went off its cable. I felt it was done on purpose. I reported my findings and suspicions but no one believed me.

60/ In my early childhood hometown with a dream spouse and child. We were inspecting houses to buy. My spouse wanted one on the side of a hill. I told spouse that all the houses in that area are too close together, almost sitting one on top of the other going up the hill. I wasn't believed until we got to the neighborhood. We argued about why I’m never ‘listened to’.

61/ Someone killed the landlady of a set of ritzy buildings. The scenes kept switching back and fourth from what looked to be the 1800s and present. Sometimes the characters were dressed in period clothes and the buildings were similarly old. Then everyone and everything would be modern. I worked the case and couldn’t figure out any solid suspects. They called in Sherlock Holmes. He solved the case quickly. The land lady wasn't dead at all. Why hadn't he informed the police? He and she had wanted to see how long it would take the police to solve a murder that wasn't a murder. The old lady's niece had intended to kill the old lady and had thought her dead. She struck her niece out of her will, would sell her buildings and spend the rest of her days travelling. She asked Holmes to accompany her. He said he would part way. The police departmenet and I were left feeling like fools. The cops on the scene began plotting how to have holmes arrested.

Fragments
-A room with many cats, a huge fat orange cat curled on my lap
-Walking on wooden planks and platforms across water - mammals float by underwater, belly up, with their paws sticking up through the surface. They were not dead, just relaxing under water.

I was a character, a woman. I was trapped on a steep beach, with the ocean's waters steadily rising. The sky was covered in grey clouds and the atmosphere was very dark and foreboding. I climbed the beach to escape the water, but was then blocked by a fence. I climbed the fence and run away from the ocean. I was shocked this worked, as I somewhat subconsciously realized this never works in nightmares. I traveled a ways until I got to a large house. The headquarters of my 'faction'. We were a faction aligned with some ideal I agreed with, and we had some problems with the government. I think we needed to silence someone who'd been captured by the FBI. The others were discussing a plan to just bomb the whole FBI building. I didn't feel right about this. It felt was too extreme to my liking.

I could fly. I was in a street, trying to show off. I tried to dive down and go as low as possible before pulling up again. I misjudged my approach and had to land (hard) as I came down too steeply.

I looked to the horizon and saw a massive mushroom cloud rising. Then there were several. I was in denial for a brief moment, but finally accepted this was really happening. What followed was hectic. I turned on the news, which was about the attack. They said the explosions were at least a hundred kilometers away, but I could see with the naked eye that the wave of debris was moving quite fast. I knew I wasn't safe no matter what the news said. I decided to call my mother, who lives very close to me, to discuss a plan. I realized I'd planned to plan this possibility in advance, but never got to it and kept postponing it because I thought it would never really happen. I tried calling her, but I was inexplicably using a rotary phone which was very difficult to use (I was making mistake due to nerves).

There was an invasion of Martian tripods. They destroyed a lot, but took some humans prisoner, including me. We were escorted by one of the massive machines to a kind of work camp. We decided to try and escape. I remember digging through the dirt (it was a kind of mine) for a way out. It was very narrow and I felt very claustrophobic. Finally, I dug my way out. I found myself somewhere high up. There was a soldier of some kind, here to rescue us. There was a chopper waiting on the ground for extraction. I held onto the soldier and he jumped down, opening his parachute to break the fall. I know that's not how parachutes work, but whatever. We got on the chopper and flew off before the tripods could get us. This whole dream was most likely inspired by watching a CinemaSins video about 'Ready Player One', in which there's a scene featuring Martian war machines from the 1953 movie.