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Morning of August 6, 2015. Thursday.



I am with an unknown male though also sense Zsuzsanna is around at one point. I am going with him to an unknown location, though I think it has something to do with recovering certain information on the other side of the river (possibly in a different town). We are both riding bicycles and it vaguely reminds me of riding with Kenneth W or James M at a distance (out of town or on the other side of town) that eventually seems too far, though my bicycle is functioning normally. There was another schoolmate that used to go with me most of the way home (only for a month or two), though oddly, I do not recall his name (one of the only names I had forgotten in my lifetime, in fact) and this may be the character I am thinking of. It seems fairly late at night and I can just barely make out land features.

We reach a bridge over water and cross it about halfway and I soon see it is slightly inclined to where it goes down into the water, submerged from there. This surprises me, as I thought the other male knew where he was going, though now it seems he is gone (or perhaps somehow already got to the other side). I am trying to remember if he did get to the other side (with a brief impression that he was in the water for a short time). I am not sure what to do. I am not sure if I should ride my bicycle over the surface of the water, ride in while half-submerged (with the bicycle wheels half-submerged as I cross the river) or just keep going and see what happens (though I do not really want to ride completely underwater). My dilemma causes my dream to slowly fade. I have had numerous similar dreams of partly submerged bridges and docks throughout my life since childhood. I suspect it directly relates to the waking process or state of consciousness itself as many other in-dream predicaments do (for example, a car crash may solely metaphorically represent the waking process and the termination of the temporary dream-self).

I might as well include another non-lucid dream with this entry since there is not that much to it. Caution: Violence at end. Skip to avoid.

I am shopping in a store I buy food at in real life, though it is quite different. I am looking in a very large freezer (much deeper than in reality - and it seemingly has no shelves) where there are mostly meat pie packages and a few other frozen items. I hold the glass door open for awhile and am somewhat annoyed as there is not that much food in normal packaging in the entire freezer (which is nearly the entire length of the aisle). What little items there are, are sitting on large cardboard boxes (I assume they are unopened stock) and there are also a few smaller boxes on top (a couple being open) and I contemplate getting out whatever I need as I thus far only have one meat pie package (probably containing about four to six meat pies). There are only a few loose items strewn about the top of the stack that I want to look at or perhaps buy.

I then see that there are three people on the other side of the boxes who are standing within the larger freezer area itself, the boxes of which are at least three rows deep and stacked to above the waist. There are two females and a male and at least two of them have clipboards and appear to be taking some sort of inventory. They are a bit to the left. I reach over to the right and move a couple smaller lighter boxes to get to another product, which may be the only one left.

“Why don’t you go somewhere else instead of f–king around here?” asks the male (who may be the store’s manager), sounding very annoyed. This surprises me because I am a customer in a grocery store just trying to reach a product. I inform the man that I am leaving (and I do) and that I will make sure none of my friends or family ever shop there again. (In real life, I no longer shop in the grocery store that absurdly promotes self-service through the cramped and problematic small self-service section with a trolley-full of groceries while the cashiers just stand around gawking as all the normal checkouts are blocked off.)

From here, I walk home (rather than continuing to do any shopping elsewhere), though the location and building is not that familiar, yet I know I live there with my family. It vaguely reminds me of some sort of unlikely composite of Duffy Street (Australia) and Arcadia’s North Monroe (where I have not lived since early 1968). There are many young people running around randomly in the front yard, perhaps involved in some sort of game (like informal soccer) or party, though there does not seem to be any order to any of it and some of them seem to be wearing very strange and random outfits. It may be some sort of high school or college event, such as a semester break (though I do not know why they picked this area as they obviously do not all live in the area).

As I decide to go around and enter my home through the back of the building to avoid collision or confrontation with what may be a chaotic group of addled college or high school students, a (unfamiliar and unknown) girl who seems friendly joins me. We walk to an area near the back of my apartment building (which at this point looks a bit like the apartment building across the yard from where I lived at North Monroe). The back of my building has a door to enter the premises (at about the middle of the walkway from where we are), though directly to my right seems to be another tall building so that it is like looking into a narrow alleyway. There are several boulders and large rocks within the alleyway which are blocking my way to the door (though realistically, it would be ridiculous to assume someone or even several people put them there by hand). “Who did this? How are people supposed to get into their apartment?” I ask the girl (who is standing to my left) angrily. The girl leads me to the other side of the building where the rocks are now mysteriously gone just from looking through the opposite side of the alleyway.

From here, we get to the back entrance where there is a screen door. A tall young unfamiliar male (though he seems almost thirty when I look again even though I first get the impression he might be a college football player) comes out asking “How are you doing, dad?” as if with mindless sarcasm related to my age (and I am at my own home after all and I assume he is not supposed to be there). At this point, I am annoyed, as I reach semi-lucidity and the waking stage at the same time. In previous dreams I used to shoot every annoying character during the waking process. This time I pull out a large knife and effectively run it across his throat as I wake.

This last part was strongly influenced by the “Secrets and Lies” television miniseries filmed where we used to live (where the father goes to get his oldest daughter and is insulted and pushed and told to leave by the younger male as if he had no right to look after his own children), where the little girl turns out to be the clever criminal and killer rather than the suspicious adult males or other characters. Sorry for giving it away but at least I spared you the misery of watching it. And yes, it was supposed to be a serious detective show.

Awesome night. I'll never complain about getting up early to fix breakfast again…

earlier:

+ hailing the remote controlled car at a busy intersection, trying to get to the same curb on the street that it's driving on to meet it

+(f) my friend MR wants to apprentice for the master (guy), we both can't do it (so I'll have to drop out?), we say he may not be interested in a rank beginner, see a store with products on the shelves?

+ I'm at multiple laptops connecting to the net, with wife, transparent keyboards, connect, connect to networked ASCII game that my wife's brother is playing at his apartment, something about the asteroid material and special beings

make breakfast, then BTS, later:

+ LD #132: I'm standing outside in daylight of a white home, talking with TZ, who's leaving. I ask him how did he leave his work ("Are you retiring? Taking a sabbatical?"). After he leaves I enter the home, everything is white. I realize I haven't seen my dog L in a long time, I think he's gone/lost, I should have asked TZ about him before he left. I run crying hysterically through house that I can't find my old dog L, I imagine seeing his empty house, little poops around, then I stop & think maybe this isn't a tragedy, maybe I'm dreaming I do a nose pinch and can clearly breath. Now I'm lucid, I decide to do a TOTM. I try and try to remember a single TOTM task, I feel like they're all right there on the tip of my tongue and will come to me any second, but they just don't.

Spoiler for explicit sexual situations:

I notice a black girl leaning over a counter with her butt in my direction and all thoughts of the TOTM are gone. Always wanted to get with a black girl! I pull down her pants and try to enter her from the back. Things are a bit vague and don't quite fit. My (ahem) is sticking up out of her pointing in the air, and I grab a girl (or two?) to the left and tell her to take care of that with her mouth. The two new girls offer me to move to the cot to the right and for me to get on the bottom. I'm a bit surprised by this, girls usually don't take the initiative in sexy LDs. I ask "right over there, huh? OK" and move over there.

As I'm moving over there I notice there are a variety of odd-shaped clocks on the wall, and I think about clocks misbehaving in dreams, but I just glance at them and don't give them another thought.

Sexy time going on for a while with the two girls, I notice that this has been a fairly long experience, longer than usual. They're both down around my legs and they start to disappear. One of them comes up as if to mount me cowgirl style with her breasts hanging down over my face and I reach for them and think "this is good, this is a position I like to climax in."

The dream ends/transitions.

+ I'm next to a group of girls, sitting down against a wall.

Spoiler for sexual situations:

I lean down over them, moving my mouth to each of their's, the first several ones do not respond. The one to the left at the corner does respond with her lips and we start making out. A bit later I realize I'm still kissing her, and I'm moving my hips as if having intercourse with her with a weak sensation,

the dream ends

+ in room with friends, it's in friend MR's childhood room. There are boxes of things lining the far wall covered with a tarp, I think my things are in there but the group is covering them up (they want me to leave?). In the middle of the floor is a strange vita-mix blender. The base is normal sized, but the blender container is really small, just a few cups of capacity, I think that's a pretty useless vitamin.

Lying there on the ground towards the end of the room, I see MZ's (TZ's son) pile of sticks of gum (he likes Wrigley's Mint types, I have two of the white sticks). They've taken away the bed, don't want me around, I'm out in the hallway looking for the girl's room

+ donating typewriters to the Science museum, meeting with a guy at the front desk

+ son is sticking his face into the crotch of the (gymnast) when she spreads her legs, she's working out on the bottom bunk of bunk beds. Her back is to him so she can't see what he's doing. She's holding on to the upper bunk bed and doing the splits, that's when he sticks his nose right up against her butt. I tell him not to do that. Initially I'm from the side of the bed. Change position, I'm looking down the length of the bed now, and notice she's bottomless, and when she spreads I catch a glimpse of her (ahem) and a patch of dark pubic hair. She continues doing the splits and my sons jumps/falls in right with his head/nose stuck directly in her (ahem).

I'm naked wrapped in a yellow bath towel trying to figure out how to get with some girls. There's a group there, but they're leaving. I leave this place and enter pool area (through a door?). Immediately upon entering I see MZ (gum guy) riding a 4-wheel motorized vehicle built out of swimming pool noodles, I watch him drive away.

I arrive to another area, there's a big play rehearsal going on, I see my son in this fatigue sweats, my wife waves to me.

Two older middle-aged couples slide up on the snow from behind me (in the direction I came), the wives are riding on the slippery white bodies of their husbands on top of the snow.

Pretty big night last night, many many short scenes, some coherent theme-wise, but generally lots of jumping around. The benefits of getting to bed before midnight!

earlier:

+(f) they're coming, get into the SUV, drive away over difficult terrain (day residue, watched Mad Max: Fury Road)

+ "applying" to the girl to be her boyfriend, I'm with out, vague outdoor twilight/dark place, I tell her "come on, I'm right here!", but she still wants me to write up my application, I lean over/on top of her, trying to get her to agree to me.

I look up and about 30 feet away I see a small building from the side. My GF has her room in this building. It is faced with partially transparent material. The building has 3-4 stories. About 3/4 of the building on the left side is taken up by the staircase. I see (maids?) moving inside. To the right of the staircases on each landing is the door to a room, I think I'll find my GF in there if I go in.

+ Go in to the bottom of the GF building above?, there's a group in class, I go out (dark), get in car, school schedule unfolding and stuck to feet?. There's a fast way out of the parking lot (but illegal?), I get stuck in the flow of traffic going the longer way around. As we drive I see huge piles of garbage. There's a big tray of eggs at my feet, my feet are in the middle of them, there are some unbroken ones around the edges but most are broken, I throw it on the garbage heap?

+ I'm playing in orchestra: we're on riser platforms, I look down and my chairs legs barely have room to stay on the platform. In the row in front of me are the oboists (2 cute girls), they have hogged all the room, I complain to them and they invite me to sit in their row. Will I sit on their left, or shall I sit in between them, that would be nice .

The conductor has 2 newly broken vertebrae, he must be careful in conducting style. He must avoid jumping up and down, and keep very smooth movements, he (a PT guy?) is giving examples and I'm watching his conducting. From time to time he must step down from the platform and "walk it off" a little bit, and step down from time to time. I wonder what the audience will think of this.

Something about the string section?

+ at school: I'm in a classroom with a programming teacher (middle-aged female), she is showing a code sample on the screen/board, it's very short and mostly import statements, very modular. We have a discussion on the merits of one particular (scripting?) programming language based on this single example of code ("look how clean it is!" she claims), I grant her point but I'm defending C++

In the hallways, my mother and sister are there, my sister always gets the new clothes.

later:

+ Waiting my turn in line going around the lunch table for the water boiler/cooker. The line moves clockwise around the table to the left. It's a small square table. As I reach the 3rd side and it's my turn, I fumble with my yellow rice ingredients, it's spilling out of my hands, trying to get it into the pot, (someone complains that?) it turns the water yellow.

+ storm out of the Tribes-1-like video game capture the flag game furious after I discover a cheating opponent wearing "both sides" armor that is invulnerable to my shots and the turrets I place are ineffective against him

+ in the French class of (trying to remember her name) "Mrs. Rivello" [false] (her name doesn't sound very French, more like Italian), taking (bread? candies?) out of (Christmas-decorated?) containers

+ girl is debating paying the required $4000-$5000 to have me as a boyfriend (still a great deal, I'm a great catch), does she know I'm 50 and married and not really <foreign> but just live there?

Driving to school in the back seat, against the right window, in car with others, coming the other way in the approaching lane (there's a barrier between the lanes), a guy I know to be a priest/teacher going the other way makes the sign of the cross and calls out "Hi <my name>" as his car blows by ours. This happens again, and I have something hanging down over my face, I wonder, how did he see me?

Approaching the school, I look at the buildings and they're very run down and dilapidated.

I'm late to journalism class, I think I'll have to get my own car so I can arrived on time.

Walking through a confusing section of rooms/hallways, I'm trying to find my class. There are lists of names posted outside every room and I think I see my name a number of times. I come upon an open class room see students sitting around a window, this is mine? I enter the class room. Across the table a bit separated I see my GF (from above, $4000). As I sit the teacher chastises me for being late.

I'm in the locker room getting ready to leave out of the left door, some gangsters come and block that door, they're here to threaten me to throw the game (I'm on the football team?), I head out right away through the right-side door. The gangsters will use a new, young kicker on the team to throw the game.

Waiting for the elevator in an open atrium, it arrives it is a large glass walled and ceilinged room like a little greenhouse, I hold my GF's hand, get on, as the elevator moves down I lean forwards and kiss her on the lips (for the first time?)

+ reading (sports mix container?) about different types of vitamin C: for bodybuilding, you must only take "area" style after a workout, even a single dose of normal vitamin C can erase all your gains for the whole period

+ Wizard fields: outdoors, daylight, walking among fields among high hills. Get to a high point and wave to my friends in the distance (a grey-bearded wizard?), I step forwards and fly/glide over the low fields to the next hill where he's standing. To the right, a group of our guys is sitting under an outcropping making and throwing swiss cheese sandwiches to each other, one time the guy put too much cheese in and had to take some out.

+ Plane: reading a large detailed plan / flowchart with two others, one of the components of the project is given a silly name (like the "I love you" part), I keep referencing this. I tell the (female) manager that if we get everybody to work on a phase simultaneously we can finish it.

Getting on the plane, I see a guy/girl walking on holding out their hands and a big steam of (clothing?) falls into their hands (they're sneaking this stuff on past security?), will they have enough time to pack it up in sheets before having to board?

The plane is starting to taxi, the engines rev up, I look back and see the (blast shield?) lowering/opening up in order for the engines to blast freely, we head down an incline and I anticipate a bit of a bump as we hit the level ground but it's minor. The plane is now taxiing for take-off, but we're following freeway signs and heading through the city. Our destination is somewhere tropical. The pilot is asking for directions? We seem to be heading towards the edge of the water, is our destination so close?

We head for the water, and I think the pilot needs to really push the throttle. Maybe we can go out over the water then push the throttle but it's probably better to push it ahead of time.

We've arrived at an outdoor picnic party area, there's a group of people there celebrating, (plane is gone), one surfer-dude comes up and clasps hands with me in greeting, I notice a small black mark on the tip of his thumb and am hesitant at first but then do it.

+ Driving with wife, finding a parking spot, looking at the spots all along the road, have to find a legal spot don't want to get a citation or towed. Pull into a spot. There's a cop there and I say I want to park until midnight, and he says that's $7.50. (I thought it would be more like $0.25). I pay him and he gives me the ticket/receipt and am juggling the change, the ticket, my wallet. I'm looking for a place to put it all back together, I see the cop's (laptop? open folder?) and think of using that for a second but think it's not a great idea. Another guy/couple comes and asks to park until 4/4:30am.

+ The gang is gathering to continue working on our group project. A guy playing a triple-concentric soprano saxophone arrives, (he's outside our place?) it plays in 3-part harmony. He puts it down and I pick it up and play a quick little tune on it (Happy Birthday?), I finish by hitting a very high note (with fingering of the recorder's high notes?). I put it down and wonder if I should suck in my spit, I don't and put it down and feel a bit bad that I've slobbered on the guy's mouthpiece.

We can't begin until the final guy arrives, we call him, his girlfriend is annoyed that he's being called in on their day off together.

Each night I was going out of a hideout with another dude, to vandalise and steal. First night we went into jewelers store. It was easy to pick the lock, and we entrered the store. It was dark, though we could clearly see our destination. I went to an energy box, and turned the power off in the whole building, so alarm wouldn't ring. After that, emergency generator in a basement started to work. I entered the dark, cold basement. There were shelves with boxes. I checked them, but found nothing of interest. I shut down the generator, and went back upstairs.

We proceeded to smash display cases, take jewelry, and set fire in the building. Then we just went away, walking calmly through dark alleys into our hideout. No one was bothering us on the way, and city guards were busy with calling for firefighers.

Next night, we wandered dark alleys for a while, and entered a park in the middle of the city. It was a pride of the city, with ancient trees. We took spray cans and started to draw random stuff on the trees. We sprayed most of the park, leaving only the part which had cameras working. When we noticed the cameras, we quickly escaped to hideout. This was not the end, as we were followed by guards. We had to hide quickly. The dude ran somewhere, and I started to climb up to the attic. I was in the darkness, watching the guard trying to find me, and then walk away when he couldn't.

#460 - DEILD - 4:41AM

Had my usual for caffeine WBTB at 330am. My son made sleeping diffcult and I was forced to move to the couch. I fell asleep doing breathing meditation

I partly wake in the halfway state and slip out of body. I float in the room for a second the move out the door. Its too dark to do much but the porch light lets me see a little. I get confused and think my foal is to talk to an object and I find a plastic bottle of water. I tell it to talk to me but suddenly remeber this is the old task. i squeeze the bottle and watch the strange dream water shoot out. I wake slightly.

I maintain consentration and slip back out. I float in the room for a bit enjoying being wieghtless. Then wake again

One more I continue the DEILD chain and fall the the floor. its dark again and I crawl around until my head hits a table leg. I have my orientation now and I reach for the light switch expecting it to work. It does but the light is still dim. I look around the room and my cats are going crazy running around the room. There seems to be Christmas decorations hanging from the ceiling but when I look directly at them they vanish. I now recall the fishing goal and decide there can be a pond in the house. I look around expectantly but I find no water. I can feel my fish pole in my hand ready to be blind summoned. I move furniture around and even pull the couches out but its just not happening. I quickly wake up.

Time:2:00am
I had to ride a bicycle and go from one place to another place ( don't know where ). As I ride I see I am surrounded by water and it gets dark. I am not able clearly see things. Then it appears that I had to ride up with the bicycle and one one figure helps me. It will keep my things safe and I can take it from the place where water is being surrounded. I ride-up to the raised land level, and see my things are kept by the full figure and a head figure safely in a apartment like building at 4th floor. They wait for me to climb up and goto the apartment and take things. I crab the building outside corner and climb up only using my hands and my other body didn't touch the building; they float along. I see there is a big figure (human like) inside the apartment, I dare not go in. I see the big figure looks at me and I feel he is asking why I am there. I say I kept my things there, then still didn't pick them up. I come in front of the apartment (not entered in the apartment, only hanging out side of the apartment wall) and I see I float. Apartment extended with a roof above me and I am not going up and I look down from the hight. I see the head figure lying at the ground. I feel that I honestly don't want to go inside the apartment to collect my things. Then the head figure laughs and turns red at the same time. I wake up.

Feeling left at the end: What is the joke? Am I being played ?

Wow ok, this is pretty cool, I've always wrote my dreams in a journal but it's nice to have it on an online archive thingy. Anything, this one happened nearly 5 years ago, when I was 10.


I was up in a pink colored sky, surrounded by clouds. The fairly oddparents (characters from a kid's tv show of the same name) were up there with me. I think I looked at my left hand (the same hand I write with), and there were 6 fingers. From looking at my hand, it somehow occurred to me that the dream was a dream. Being a 10 year old, and grasping the fact that I was basically in my own fantasy world, I began to ask for things from the oddparents. I asked for a football first, then a coke, then I asked for my dog Chico (who, in real life, we had to give away) back. But when I saw Chico, he was rotting from the middle of his stomach down and his eyes were a pale color....that was when I woke up, and I was kind of terrified.

It was cold morning. I was wearing a black t-shirt and brown trousers. I was going towards a bus stop. I waited for a while, and then a redhead woman drove to me in almost fully transparent car made out of crystal. I entered it, and we drove away.

Time: 4:00am

I sit in a light big basket and I jump to descend on the hill like place from a tall building. I am not going to crash but to land gracefully. It is going to a area which I am not comfortable to land I use my hand to reach one of the pointy structure and push it down to move myself up and land to another place. After two or three more pushes finally I descend to an watery place where I can jump into the water. After I land, I don't want to jump because, some people are bathing. One guy asked me, why I didn't jump. I say I don't want to disturb others especially I see a small boy swimming in the water with two more adults. The guy who received my reply smile. I wakeup and realise it is a dream.

Feel: It is a flying dream. I could have realized it is a dream.

Sleep start time:10pm.
Dream time: Not known ~ midnight.

One person say the dog is following you. A tall - my knee height dog started to chase me. I wish to chase the dog but the dog is faster, it seems it can run circles around me. After its attempts two 0r three from the dog, I felt disturbed and slightly irritated. I kicked the dog [at the same time my leg kicked physically and woke up from the bed]. I feel the dog is not at all vicious.

Feelings: I realise it is a dream.I chuckled and thought I should have realized that is a dream.

Going back to bed.

Last night I had 2 non lucid dreams. Both were well... Dark and kind of depressing. I was a little sad last night as I went to bed because my skate board broke that day.

I was at a resturant sitting in a hard uncomfortable chair. The chair had no coushining and was made of metal. I was with my family waiting for food to arrive while sitting around a small table that looked like it belonged outside on a deck instead of in a resturant. While waiting three strangers approached us. The first one was a girl with curly dark brown hair. She told us that we had to leave because the table was hers and her friends. I said no and she responded by saying that she already had food there. Then I told her that to leave because she was lying. She walked away and her other friend approached me yelling to get out of the seat. I stood up and shouted back, telling him to leave or I would make him. Eventually after using some profane language they all walked away out of a door. After that the dream warped until I was outside a large glass sky scraper.

I was sitting in the dark by a Tree so I was in complete shadows. I got the sense that I was hiding from something or something. Then 2 mustang cars pulled into a parking lot near the sky scraper. The first car was red and looked like an older model. The second car was a Crome grey and was a newer more modern model. Once stopped a man got out of the first car. He had some facial hair and messy brown hair. Then I spotted my brother crouched behind what looked like a palque with some writing on it. I tried to sneak over to him, but the man who had gotten out of the red car spotted me. He started to yell at me and ran over to My brother and I. I felt guilty for giving away his position. When the man got over to he was now screaming at us. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullet to a gun. This caused me to become very scarred. I yelled for help, saying someone had a gun. I think I was yelling for my dad. Then I forced my self to wake up.

This is my second dream of the night I don't remember it as much as the first one. I was sitting on a stool in an poorly lit bar. Some other people were sitting next to me. No one said anything nor looked at anyone else. I'm not sure what happened next, but I was in my house. Is was extremely dark and I ended up stumbling on someone who was sleeping on the floor. I wasn't sure why he was there, but I guesses that he was drunk r something. Taken I heard my dad say not to wake the person sleeping on the floor. I didn't see my dad, I just heard him. I tried lying down in a chair, but everything I mover or made a sound the man would grunt or roll over. I didn't wank to wake him in fear of what he might do. After that I think I woke up.

Also I recognized my first dream sign after writing this. It's being around my family. In almost all of my dreams there's atleast one member of my family in it.

In which Igor Stravinsky attempts to escape from my chicken yard...

I'm inspecting the run of my chicken coop to discover how an opossum is entering and eating the eggs. I raise the flap to the veg garden and Igor Stravinsky sticks his head out. He can wriggle himself out of the opening enough as far as his waist, but he can't yet free his arms or climb out. He is shirtless and angry, balding and dirty. He keeps opening his mouth to scream, but no noise comes out.

I look at the chicken wire and see that he will shortly break his way free. I run.

I'm in the yard of a prison. I'm running towards the building. The door is locked. I run through covered outdoor corridors and up and down stairs trying all the doors. Finally I find one that is open. I enter the building and shout at employees to secure the chicken yard before Stravinsky escapes. They look up at me but do not move or speak.

I try to run more but my legs stop working. The best I can do now is kick my legs up so that my elbows contact my knees as if I'm doing an aerobics workout.

In which a crater in my face is a wasp nest.

There is a small crater in my left cheek. It looks like a belly button: an indentation in my face with folds of skin inside. Something is stinging me from inside. I put my fingers on either side of the crater and pull it open to its widest. There are wasps burrowed into the folds of skin. I grab one with my thumb and forefinger and pull it out by its wings, but the wings break off and its body burrows further. It continues to sting me. I grab it again and pull it out. It hurts, but I also feel an immense relief, as if I've released pressure from a boil. There are too more wasps in the crater, and I remove them also. Then I look in the mirror and see that the crater is a nest that they built in my face as I slept.

Morning of August 5, 2015. Wednesday.



More. There is always so much more. Just when I had finished “The Macaroni and Spaghetti Mystery - Solved?” (August 4, 2015), the Source decides to start playing with me again and confirm at least some of what I already knew, yet alarm me with another end-of-the-world dream. It carries much the same theme as “Explosion on the Sun” (April 26, 1972). I believe, just as with an atomic bomb, a catastrophic CME mostly only represents the waking process and the transition of energies between different levels of consciousness. I know this from “A Place in the Sky” (November 26, 2014) where I was able to “pause” the nuclear event (though it was still occurring extremely slowly, though so slowly as to not be perceivable or represent any kind of a threat) and thus my dream did not end and it became more vivid (though not quite to apex lucidity - though it did not “need” to be) and longer than usual.

In this dream, I am living with my family in a completely unfamiliar building. My mother is alive again and there are a few bags of books apparently from the library. We llive on the first floor of a building that seems somewhat commercial as the windows are like glass walls. The residence seems to be in a larger city. Along with books, there are also some music CDs and movies. For some reason, I find myself looking for a certain CD and cannot find it anywhere. I also note the variety of books, some quite large. I say something aloud about wandering why she had checked out so much as she will not have time to read all these books, or in fact, even finish one of them.

However, I realize that Zsuzsanna had also likely checked out several items from the library, including several children’s books. There are at least four larger bags full and I continue to search for something I was sure was there before but cannot find it now (recurring dream situation).

Meanwhile, around this same time period, there had been some solar flare and aurora activity that was not threatening in any way. It seems to have stopped. The time seems to be just after noon.

I notice one very odd DVD cover, a movie I am not familiar with and I am very surprised my mother had checked it out, as it looks like a very amateurish adult (X-rated) movie. I then see that the unlikely DVD had somehow duplicated itself so that there are now two copies, though this does not trigger lucidity. The cover is extraordinarily ugly and disturbing and vaguely reminds me of a vampire theme (though is more lamprey-like facially). It features a girl with a huge perfectly circular mouth, so large as to almost be twice its normal size and it almost seems I can make out gills on the inside (on each side). I find myself staring at this imagery in a typical “frozen” surreal dream event (similar to “Dennis the Cyclops” from June 1, 1988). The “lamprey girl” apparently seems to only serve as an oral sex vessel in the movie (I assume), though this does not make much sense in afterthought, as her mouth is far too large to be able to give pleasure in any way. As I continue to gawk at this horrendous image, an unknown female (possibly an implied secretary or nanny) comes into the room and asks me about the solar flares and CMEs, as she says “the sky is flashing again”.

I go out to the front room and notice that the sky is indeed flashing (that is, the light in the room is cycling as brighter and dimmer in perfect timing). I look out and see a very vivid and realistic scene of strips of plasma coming down from the clouds and setting things on fire when they hit. It seems like it may be the end of the world. Through the glass walls on the opposite side of the room, I see Julia (from “Under the Dome”) running towards our building with her side on fire and smoke coming out. (This scene was obviously influenced by the “Ejecta” episode of “Under the Dome” though it is not her that is killed by the fire.) I first thought she was my wife (before she got closer to the windows) but then I realize my wife is probably safe inside. Still, I wonder how long this will last and if it really is the end.

Shift. I remember the entry “The Macaroni and Spaghetti Mystery - Solved?” and realize what I wrote was correct, though there is more. Though macaroni does indeed represent the human brain (because of its appearance) and implied mental energies, “macaroni” is also an in-dream play on “my corona” (my crown). This causes me to reflect on another layer of “As the Worm Turns” (May 17, 2014). The worms falling out of my hair and becoming dried elbow macaroni are a play on the loss of “my corona” (my crown) in that I was leaving the dream state and no longer the king (though I was not lucid in that dream anyway - it was just more vivid than usual).

Also, the typical day-to-day precognitive layer follows (though as stated before I do not always document it online); my wife opened a letter from the library shortly after my dream and it said she had one overdue CD - which included songs from the “Twilight” (vampire) movie. I had no way of knowing this otherwise.

This also influenced me to have another look at “Dennis the Cyclops” due to it reminding me of the “lamprey girl” to some extent. Here are my words from that entry from my dream of June 1, 1988: “The ‘Dennis the Menace’ comic prior to this date was a gag where he said 'Guess what, mom! All the mirrors in the house look like ME!’ (and the one on this date - not yet seen at the time - having him ask Mr. Wilson, who is digging, 'Who buries the worms here in the first place?’ - nothing I know of relating to any 'explanation’ for this imagery other than the eye being partly mirror-like).”

Note the “worms” play again right after the unusual reference to what could be a play on Universal Mind (“All the mirrors in the house look like ME!”). Also, June 1, 2001 (not only exactly thirteen years after my dream but also exactly thirteen years after the “worms in the ground” panel he drew) is when Hank Ketcham, the artist of “Dennis the Menace”, passed away.