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18.12.2015

I Think Its Jaw Moved... (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, here I am in this jungle that also has a base that’s structured as if there were human inhabitants; Aztecs and what have you. Looking up at the sky, it’s clear as day, and the atmosphere above is light sky blue with a few clouds that are close to dissipating. There’s a myriad of things I ended up doing, but I can’t seem to recall everything in a sequential order.

It’s almost as if this area in the dream was a hub for other dreams to occur. Some things that came to mind were:

- Using weaponry to kill off all sorts of monsters from skeletons, and other disfigured entities. An image popped up of a huge skeleton that’s wearing this maroon helmet with gold trimmings that are about 3 inches in width, and they’re wielding a generic round shield, and sword. I even glimpsed a few moments of a floating gun turret akin to one in MGSV.

- I’m sitting, or trying to sit on one of many chairs laid out at another section in this grandiose environment, and I get a random mélange of entities flashing around me.

- I eventually start flying for a little bit to land on top of the huge machinery to slay the creatures I mentioned in the first part of this list.


Then, after all that, and then some, there was a resting period. I believe I was traveling with someone, but I couldn’t make out their visage at all. I tried to pay attention to their voice, but for all I know, they could be mute, or too shy to respond. I’m walking down a rectangular pathway composed of stone brick tiling filled with Nature’s wear and tear, and greenery. There’s this milky, yellow tint emitting off of these bricks, but it’s not emissive.

I see a few yards ahead that there’s two pitchers with a red base, and a white top. One of them is opened up with all sorts of juices and sodas, and when I get closer to them, it looks like a lot of Fanta juices from red, orange, and yellow. The other one is closed, and it almost felt like opening Pandora’s box. I think maybe I was a little exhausted from the previous events, and the dream starts equivocating like crazy from this point.

Firstly, the pitcher seemed to have either dissipated, or shifted into a dead, black, crab that’s fairly huge in size. The outer regions of this entity consisted of a light brown trimming, and it really looked like it was dried up in some areas of its body.

Then, its composition becomes nuanced significantly, and it looks like it could be a skeleton for something else to take shape from it. And every time I glance at it, and glance over something else, the form starts accumulating into something else entirely, and eventually looks like an unconscious black panther.

For some odd reason, I was predisposed into wanting to take my right hand to try and open its mouth; as if I was still in the process of opening that other pitcher that’s still nowhere to be found. I immediately start controlling myself, and retracted the hand movement with a subsequent jolt, and started to push it towards my body, and made this weird shivering body gesture for a few seconds.

It was clearly a black panther, and I can see that the sunlight above contributes to some parts of the highlights being violet in some way. When I started to step back from it, I see its jaw move…

I immediately made a retort towards my unknown dreaming comrade, “I think its jaw just moved…” We both naturally seemed to have wanted to walk back slowly just in case it reacted to sudden, powerful movements like say…RUNNING.

After we reached a certain distance, we just turned around, and made a run for it. But as we’re doing that, I’m somehow looking at myself in front of me, and then zooming into the unconscious panther. I see that its visage is starting to have more nuances, and its body starts moving upwards a bit, and then its face starts shaking like crazy as if it’s becoming conscious again.

The moment it woke up, and while it’s busy processing what environment it’s in, I felt as if my ability to run is slowly decreasing. Either through me zooming in too much to want to naturally slow down, or just the fear gradually building up, and slowly paralyzing me instead of getting that kick in adrenaline.

I noticed that the section we’re at now is this short distanced, but grandiose brown bridge with some subtle hints of red bled onto it. I’m holding on one of the wooden railings, and its literally being utilized as a crutch for me to hopefully propel myself. I can feel myself struggling a bit to pick up some speed, and the view of the panther from afar only makes things worse.

I told the dream entity at the time to just RUN….RUN…RUN!!! I noticed for a few seconds that entity was a female. She’s wearing a black jacket, white shirt underneath that’s a bit longer than the jacket, or maybe there was some physics involved of the jacket’s ends moving upwards as she’s running, and she’s wearing light, faded blue skinny jeans with some black boots. She has black hair, or at least that’s what I want to believe; she could be anyone at this point.

As I’m trying to escape, the alarm from my phone starts ringing.

[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.

SC1) 02:08
I had a hard time falling asleep last night, couldn't get my brain to stop stressing out.
I'm in my house and I wake up, I think I then start doing some training to fight some boxer (I think there was a boxing ring maybe?). The whole thing feels really symbolic, maybe a result of watching motivational videos.

SC2) 03:32
I'm homeless and I'm by the river that runs next to my old university. It's night time and the building nearby is the hospital (in reality it isn't). I'm trying to eat some food, I seem really down on my luck and it seems like there's some youths talking shit about us homeless people. There's another homeless guy who talked to me (he was in his 40s or 50s) and I though he looked quite dirty. I'm not very polite to him, and seem to just try to shoo him away or something. I cross the road to be next to the hospital and sit on a bench near the back entrance (I seem to be at the back of the hospital). I'm just chilling eating my food, in front of me is my skate board lying on the ground (I don't skate in RL). It seems like the youths called the cops and they're trying to get them to take me away for 'loitering'. Damn dude I'm just sitting and eating my food... As the cops talk to the youths and start getting convinced to take me away, the older hobo steps up. It's really inspiring what he says, at the end he said something like "the mans just trying to eat his meal, he ain't go nothing else! You can take me but you can't take him!". I'm overwhelmed by it, why is he being nice to me after I was so rude to him? I start crying in the moment as his words touch me, tears roll freely down my face. The guy walks over and comforts me, he understands my pain and what it means to be alone. The police aren't going to hassle us, even the youths walk away.

Night of December 19 2015

Jenny Lee Lindberg Face Tattoos
NON-LUCID
I'm in a room with Jenny Lee Lindberg, her ex-boyfriend and her best friend. Jenny Lee Lindberg's ex-boyfriend decided to get a tattoo of her named across his left cheek during their relationship. It's rather embarrassing now that they've broken up. He is now pursuing a relationship with one of Jenny Lee Lindberg's friends. She decided to get Jenny Lee Lindberg's name tattooed on her face as well, to ease his pain.

Jenny Lee Lindberg stands in awe as the Jenny-Lee-Lindberg-face-tattooed couple embraces in front of her. Horrific.

The professor assigned an assignment where the entire third floor of the building was set up as a hospital of people with fake injuries and the students in the class had to practice doing procedures on the patients. I accidentally wandered up to the third floor before it was time to do the assignment but it was more like a haunted house setup with scary characters. I saw something scary and turned the other way to go back to the second floor and then noticed that there were a lot of people lying under sheets that I hadn't noticed before.

I went to buy tickets for a small concert on campus. My car was parked somewhere else kind of far away where it wasn't supposed to be parked so I thought about spending the 2 or 3 hours before the concert started walking to my car to drive it to a parking lot closer to the auditorium. But instead I just decided to go into the auditorium and wait for the concert to start because I didn't know if I would actually have enough time to get my car back before the concert started and I didn't want to miss the first part.

In the auditorium there were other people already seated for the concert and there was a pre-show that was audience volunteers doing things on the stage. I saw a pool in the middle of the stage with kayaks in it so I volunteered because I thought I would get to kayak. But when I volunteered, the person started explaining a game that me and the other volunteers were going to play. First we had to lift some weights. Then we had to retrieve an item from a bag of other items. Then people started bringing out a table and explaining more game rules and it was getting complicated and I didn't know if I could do it all.

And I just remembered that somewhere in between the other dreams my cell phone was malfunctioning like it had been cut off of the cell network or something and I had to put in a password to get into it but I didn't have a password for it. Then it eventually started working and I was using it like an mp3 player to listen to music. But it stopped working again.

First dream

I was in school. The building was a strange mix of my previous and current schools, twisted and distorted. I was in main hall. There were two pillars, and two benches. There was my teacher - a blonde in early fifties, sitting on a bench and calling someone. I immediately felt that there was something wrong, and tried to avoid her. I wanted to go away, and then another teacher asked me where I am going. I told that I need to go somewhere, and it's really important. Then I run around the classrooms, being followed by the teacher. I decided to enter a storage room. There was a window, I tried to see if the teacher is still following me, and I saw some soldiers coming. I used another window and escaped the school.

Second dream

End of school was slowly coming. It was warm, summer day. I was waiting for a bus, but there were none. I decided to go on foot, or catch a car. On the way I met some of previous classmates, they were playing volleyball in the middle of a street. The city have changed - there were more shops, higher traffic, more plant-life all around, and a highway through the city. I stopped on a bus stop, but none appeared.

For whatever reason my dreams last night were a little more normal (and less uneventful), plus there were a ton of them. idk tho let's see what I remember

Oh right, also for some reason last night I had this sense that I could picture things in my head very, very clearly. Sharp shapes and contrast and vivid colors, when normally my visualization feels like it's got a thick layer of film grain overtop it. It felt very... refreshing. Not sure what triggers it.

Dreeaaaammmm
So, there was something before this that I can't recall, but at any rate, whatever was going on before got suddenly replaced by me being a ninja in some well-populated castle, and climbing all over the walls trying not to get caught. I had cool abilities that made me super agile, which was fun. This kinda went on for longer than I'm making it sound, but heck I can't reMEMber what HAPpened.

Anyway in the end some magic dude or chick caught me, chained my arms, and then blew out a corner of the room. Beyond was empty air and clouds, so it turned out it was some kinda floating castle in the sky. Then whoever it was looped my chains over a broken part of the corner so I had to sit there like, right on the edge, though at that point it was third person so I didn't get the full "oh boy I'm right at the edge" experience.

THEN I dreamed that my family and a buncha other people were refugees migrating to a more modern culture, and to be allowed to settle there we had to beat 'em in a dance competition. Or maybe it was just a jumping competition. We took some time preparing and then when I was up it was versus this kid who like, did this awesome hip-hop dance that I really couldn't compete with... and then, when it was my turn, I just jumped in the air a few times. But I was having a great time. But yeah I don't think it helped us win the competition.

And THEN. UGH. I could feel one of my lower teeth getting loose. And my dad was like yeah, all your lower teeth are baby teeth, so they're gonna fall out. I'm like SRSLY?? Because IWL and in this dream, I have a permanent retainer on my lower front teeth. So then this loose tooth just kept getting looser until it was gonna fall out, except it couldn't because of the retainer, and I'm like toying with it with my tongue and it just didn't feel good. At all.

Lastly I dreamed I was bein' attacked by this rude nerd who had a buncha rubber bands. And I was holding a baby so I couldn't go on the attack, I had to stay curled up protecting this baby from this madman's continuous rubber band storm. They kinda stung, too. I tried shooting a couple back (not sure how I did that while still holding the baby), and I remember that there were quite a few piled near me that he'd shot at me, some wide and flat and some pretty thin. One of the thin ones was broken, and they were all kinda old.

Then Morty from Rick and Morty showed up and beat the guy up in this crazy aggressive way. He was wearing gray pants and yelled something like, "I LOVE IT WHEN THERE'S A GRAY AREA" like, y'know, when crazy violence got totally justifiable. The rubber band guy seemed to be starting to get up, and I just landed on him from above butt-first, tryna crush him, except it didn't really work 'cause I was too light. And then Morty joined the fray and the three of us became this flailing ball of limbs that, from third-person, looked totally hilarious.

Then I think I woke up.

I Can't Recall Everything, But I'll Say What I Can Remember. I Surprisingly Don't Start Out In My House, But Rather In My Car. We're Heading Home, I Get OnMy Xbox, And Some Strange Guy Voice Mailed Me. It Sounds Like A Young Girl Saying "Hey, Glad Your Finally Back On After All These Days. Thought You Were Already Dead, But I Guess I'll Fix That.

At That Instant, I Quickly Turned Off The Xbox And Ran. Luckily, My Family And I Were Going To Go On A Road Trip, And Go To A Festival. We Drove To Some Fall Festival (Even Though It's Winter In The Northern Hemisphere) And We Gone On A Hay Ride. When We Got Back In The Car And Back On The Road Trip, We Saw Some Strange Things.

What We Saw Was A Forest, But Everything Was Painted A Warm Color, And Grass And Sand Was Even Orange! We Decided Not To Worry And Just Go Home. When We Did, My Parents And Sister Were Going To The Store Real Quick, So I Decided To Just Hang Out In The Livingroom And Chill. When I Did Though, I Saw That Behind Me There Was Some Sort Of Rip In Dream Time Continuim (Cuz I Can Call It That), And I Start Getting Lucid.

I See A Shadow Say In A Dark Voice "I Warned You" And He Tried To Kill Me As He Came To Life. We Got Into A Fight Where I Kicked Him Into The Wall Where He Returned To Shadow Form. He Said "I WILL RETURN" And Vanished. At That Moment I Woke Up Gasping.

19/12/15
Wake up after 3.5 hours.
Dream 1: I was at a medieval town with a bunch of other people, some I knew from school and others I didn't. I believe we were receiving our atar rankings, and some people were talking about atar thieves. I got mine, then all of a sudden a few people started trying to steal it. I started fighting back, but then a few of the strangers from earlier came and protected me and my atar.

Dream 2: Following the vein of the first dream, I was with some friends at school complaining about year 12. Despite this we ended up volunteering at a stall in the school, selling some sort of food for raising money.

Back to sleep, next wake up another 3.5 hours.
Dream 3: I was playing basketball at a nice, large and sunny court. We travelled there in a car for a bit, then got out and started playing. We were going alright in the first half, but in the second half it started going downhill and we ended up losing. While that was disappointing, after the game I saw a bunch of people from the year above me playing so I hung out with them for a while.

Dream 4: I was on a small island, surrounded by ocean as far as the eye could see. The only other thing on the island besides me and sand was a small boat, a dinghy really. I pushed it out of the bank, hopped in and grabbed the only oar. I started slowly rowing in the direction I hoped was the shore. I was rowing for a while when a girl materialized out of nowhere, shocking me and causing me to fall out of the boat. By the time I recovered she was already rowing the boat away, leaving me treading water. Luckily I had rowed enough so I could see the dark blur of land far in the distance. So, I began to swim towards it. It seemed like hours passed, with me almost ready to give up, before I finally made it to the shallows before collapsing and being helped onto the beach by other people.

Dream 5: Prince William, Kate and co. were on a pier, playing with some dolphins I think and having a nice photo opppurtunity. They were doing this because the royals were in some pr trouble with prince Phillip saying some horribly racist thing a few days prior.

I wish I remembered more of this dream. I remember I was a time traveler. And there was a man and his girlfriend, and I know I took the man back in time to try to change something. I think he may have been a rebel, anyway there was some violent element. And there may have been a suggestion of a threesome of me and the man and his girlfriend. But I don't really remember. But I think the meddling with time ended poorly.

Morning of December 19, 2015. Saturday.



In my very vivid dream, my family and I are back living on Barolin Street (the large house no longer there in reality, having been moved). It seems to be late at night and I am on our front porch with a young version of my brother Earl (deceased) and his last wife Cindy. I am nearest the front entrance, Cindy being to my right, and Earl being to her right. We are all seated on small kitchen chairs. My brother and his wife are facing an electronics setup though I am more to the side of it, what is seemingly a cassette deck to record their conversation and possibly singing. This cassette deck is sitting on a larger feature, which is some sort of computer. There is also apparently a radio. (This is probably associated with a recording which Earl and his first wife Beverly created at North Monroe Street in 1967 with a guitarist of the region, Don Keys, including their singing and his own double-tracked guitar parts on reel-to-reel, which was transferred to cassette copies.) This is where I had a setup in real life prior to our moving, though not exactly as in my dream.

Over time, the face of the vertical-load cassette deck seems detached and loose and is out by about half an inch. I also notice that the front of the computer tower is slightly protruding with a gap. Eventually, I feel a bit of heat and smoke begins to come out.

There is a temporary strange shifting of the situation, like an offset dream within a dream but oddly just as vivid (without a seeming consciousness shift, which is atypical of dreams within dreams). I am then on the far right of the setup and my oldest son, seeming only about twelve years old again, is to my left. I am telling him that he should sit back from the smoke as the smoke seems possibly toxic if too much is breathed in, though at this point, it seems a “normal” part of the recording process and to be expected of the electronic equipment (even though in the main scenario it is not considered as such at all).

Then, I am shifted back into the previous scenario again, exactly the same as it was. I do not really pay any notice to my having shifted into the offset dream but continue trying to work out what is going on with the equipment. The smoke is not that thick but seems to annoy my brother and his wife and becomes more problematic. It mostly drifts northward through our porch.

My brother Earl shows me his wife’s bracelet, which had been sitting atop the cassette deck. “Look,” he says to me, “it’s melted”. He seems slightly annoyed but not angry. His wife Cindy looks on without emotion.

I then notice that my black wallet (of synthetic plastic) had also been atop the cassette deck and has partly melted. It has even come apart into two sections, all of the contents having been singed. I am only slightly concerned. I am not sure if we will continue to work in a session regarding what we had been doing (recording from the radio or Earl singing with his wife).

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Because a cassette deck has two cylindrical rotating features (and especially being a machine), it is obvious now that it is a subtle metaphorical form of the Merkaba. Frankly, I cannot imagine how I have missed this all this time - talk about being “slow”. (In fact, this setting reflects when I experienced it the strongest when wide awake, complete with the intense cilia-like imagery. This also means that I will be able to get additional clues out of a number of past dreams that I had not fully decoded yet.)

The cassette deck being the (partnered) Merkaba is even more obvious with the additional elements which validate this likelihood. Firstly, the melted bracelet is that which symbolizes lack of bondage to something mundanely habitual; in other words, it augments spiritual freedom (or not being “chained” by society’s limited understanding and unrewarding material pursuits). (A melted bracelet equates a removed handcuff.) Secondly, the melted wallet means dynamic spiritual freedom in another way, in the sense of the melted identification card - that is, losing static and mundane associations with any previous presumed identity - or being free of non-dynamic restrictions caused by being “labelled” by either government or consensus or even a particular individual.

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In another way, it could also be a reminder of the ephemerality of the Merkaba. (Certainly, something melting does not always have this association. For example, I have two well-documented dreams of melted bicycles, both having been preceded by having a small amount of alcohol in real life. It is clear to me that, as a bicycle represents both cellular processes and the ability to define travel through “narrower paths” - as well as yet another form of the partnered Merkaba evidenced by the two rotating wheels - that alcohol interferes with cellular processes - “melting” or killing brain cells - and interferes with intended steering or desired direction as well as spiritual relationships.)

Smoke often represents real-time communications with consensus consciousness and (potential) changes of thinking in the dreamer (or the “burning” or dissolving of previous ideas or circumstances). In this case, aspects may be “toxic” because of the limiting nature of some levels of collective consciousness; that is, people who refuse to move on by holding labels over a person or circumstance; they are mentally “stuck” on one time period (or fixed memory) and one illusory facade without the ability to understand transience or natural change, as even rocks are transitory.

Why was my brother Earl rendered in this situation? Since childhood, I always referred to him as the “doubting Thomas” of my family, so at one level, he is the “skeptic” within my consciousness.

Some people have the idea that “being free of restraint” (melted bracelet) and “losing invariable identification” (melted wallet) can only be of negative implications, when that depends on the circumstances. My experiences with the Merkaba tell me that something outside of myself is needed to balance my place in the universe (in other words, my soulmate). My wife Zsuzsanna and I had also made cassettes of our singing together, mostly when we lived on Gellibrand Street in Clayfield. There are sometimes many layers to consider in a particular dream, depending on its type. This one seems to have more actual meaning than usual (though not just because it was vivid and non-lucid).

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NON-DREAM
DREAM
LUCID
FALSE AWAKENING
NIGHTMARE
FRAGMENT
(Unconnected dreams indicated by a *. Connected dreams indicated by a •. )

Whew! Finally got to recalling my nighttime dreams after three days of nothing!

* A man and his kids are at this big indoor pool with many diving boards. The kids jump off the diving boards, then the dad. The dad nearly grazes the edge of the pool and creates some kind of fuzz that the kids think is gross. They are filming all this for a YouTube video titled "iPad Snow".

* There is a big parade in a large city. The parade is grayscale, but the balloons are in color. I see myself from a distance in third person view, sneaking onto one of the floats.

* Milhouse (from The Simpsons) is in my kitchen, washing out our cups.

* Tintin (from the Tintin Comics) has changed his dog Snowy into a larger, taller version.

It's been such a long time since I wrote in my dream journal. I may not have the consistency to write every single day, but I can surely manage once every two days. Of course, I'll be having a physical dream journal I'll write in everyday.

I couldn't remember most dreams during the night, but I can easily recall one when I woke up and went back to sleep.

I need to WILD!

I was on a bed getting prepared to WILD. The vibrations came rather fast, only a few seconds after getting relaxed. Must've been very tired. I fell right into another dream, where I simply got up from the bed I was sleeping in, and was disappointed as I thought I failed the WILD. I went into the washroom but as I wasn't focused on the mirror I never saw my reflection. In the bathroom I realized I might have already been in a dream, and did a successful reality check, and before I could even say "I'm dreaming!" I woke up right back in the first dream. I went to right back to another WILD and when I woke up, I did the reality check where I look at my hands, but I couldn't see them clearly so I tried levitating, and it worked! I tried to call upon a thoughtform I wanted to hang out with in the dream but found myself waking right back up again. I got pretty upset, and it only made it worse that my family came in saying I had some errands to do so I had to wake up. Strangely enough around the sides of the rooms were glass walls where prisoners were mining up ore deposits. To much world war two in history class. When my family left the room, I thought, "maybe one more shot at this". So I went back to sleep and woke up again, and gained lucidity again. This time though, I immediately went to a wall to ground myself into the dream. It was getting much more vivid. The room wasn't well lit, and on the corner of the room I could just make out a younger version of myself who wanted to help me find that thoughtform. Also, I saw what I thought to be my aunt (She's came to visit yesterday, and also now that I recall this part of the dream it seemed more like some demonic being, something like the monsters in amnesia) lying on the bed. I decided to stop touching the wall but when I stopped I started feeling as though the dream would fall apart. So I went to the opposite wall and started feeling that. It felt close to reality now, and I could stop now. I was looking towards my aunt and she had apparently turned into a blue sheet and attached herself to the wall. I could distinctly hear the words "Ding! there we go." I had lightly laughed. I gave a glance towards my younger self and said, "Hey, instead of doing that to find the thoughtform, why don't we teleport to where she might be?" So then, I tried the spinning method, as I heard it helped with grounding as well as teleportation, but it made the dream unstable and I woke up for real.

+ car in traffic, can't wait for the turn, blocks the lane, but other cars did make the lane, if we go ahead, we won't be able to turn for a long ways

+ flying/hopping between light poles in the median of a road, along with a flying squirrel, the squirrel is slow moving and I nudge it with my leg a few times

+ TV: up close examination. On-screen configuration menu, many many options, trying to figure them all out. The TV has a feature where it will swivel to copy the movements of the recording TV camera (this can be disabled). There are chairs for sitting in and watching. The volume is loud and I'm trying to turn it down

+ In the living room of childhood home with parents (sense don't really see them). They're handling one of my tapes, I take it just in case it has NSFW stuff on it. We're going to watch a movie. I go to put the tape back in a cabinet on floor level in the piano corner. I'm digging around in the cabinet and in the back I see a bottle with a purplish orange bright label, I think hey that looks like my galantamine. I pull it out and it is. I think it is a bulk powder. The directions on the label say to take 1/2 tablespoon 30 minutes before bed. I wonder if it is still good. I look closer and the bottle and now it's transparent and filled with something that looks like small flat capers in oil. It is a galantamine and garlic mixture in oil.

Upstairs, I enter the hallway bathroom. The light is off. I look at the sink, the sink is full and the right faucet is running a bit. I try to turn it off but it won't turn off. The left faucet handle is entirely missing. I look to the right and see that my dad has placed a bucket by the door to catch the overflow. I fiddle around with the sink, I think about getting a plumbing device to see if I can unclog the drain. There are now two drains in the sink, and the water starts draining out of each one, with a little whirlpool forming over each drain. The sink then is empty.

I'm walking up the steps to the street in the front of the house. I think it may be possible that I can fly, even though I feel totally awake. Wouldn't that be awesome? I get up to the street and look at the blue sky between the M's and L's houses. I don't think I've ever flown in that direction before, I should probably try it. I'm feeling elated like I really might be able to fly. I walk quickly towards the L's low brick wall fence, turn around and face our house, and get a running start and launch myself into the air…and I don't fall, yes I can fly!

I don't get very far though, my progress is stalled, but then some wind catches me and I rise up about 20 feet but am blown backwards. I aim myself over towards the G's and notice that they've cleaned up all the mess/growth in their yard, it's very neat now. I'm sailing just barely over the rooftops, [now in a dream neighborhood], I'm below roof level now, only about 10-15 feet above the ground. I'm flying through courtyards and I see people sitting out in their gardens and porches but somehow they don't see me. I fly up to and barely over the roof of another house.

I need to flap my arms to keep flying and it's hard and my arms are getting tired. Past one house I'm just about back to the ground and so I land and start walking.

I encounter a family going to the beach. A little girl, a little boy, and (not seen) a dad. The boy is in front and the girl is behind him. The girl calls out in a very loud and almost incomprehensible voice, DAAAAA!! COOOOO HEEEEEYAAAAA FFOOO A SEEEE [dad, come here for a second]. She's not impaired or disabled, just speaks really unclearly, I think it's really hard to understand people sometimes. She calls out this again. Then the girl is commenting on a little strap connecting the upper pants to the lower pants that both the boy and the girl are wearing: the boy's has gotten dirty, but so has the girl's the boy points out. I think when you go to the beach, everything gets dirty.

Fragment
» I recall someone asking me if I also entered a contest to win a free GoPro camera.

» I recall chilling with one of my housemates. We were talking about his relationship.

Team Jestion
I'm watching a video of a bunch of freerunners. Parts of it are in slowmotion. They are in an MMA arena, showcasing their tricks. A few times I could see the audience in the background. There's one kid who was either black or Asian, who seemed bored, as he yawned quite obviously. The tricks this group was showcasing were so brutal that I replayed parts of the video. There was one part where someone was sort of leaning against an object in the middle of the arena. His back was hollow and his face was covered by something. One of the other guys decides to use his upperbody as a platform to perform a gainer [backflip variant]. He runs up to the guy, puts his foot down on the right side of his chest and performs the gainer, landing just to the left of the other dude. Insanely awesome! You can see the other guy open his mouth to scream though, as he probably wasn't expecting this to happen. At the end I can see the logo of Team Jestion.