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Morning of May 12, 2015. Tuesday.



I had a very peaceful and enjoyable long dream considering the recent NBN fiasco just outside our window where there was also a long loud argument later today between a young female and a lineman about why the telephones were not back on after a day.

In my dream, I am in Tel Aviv, Israel with my wife and several people I knew more about in my school days, ready to become involved in a long music concert as the main performer (and I switch instruments at times). Some first members of the audience (mostly female in traditional Persian dress for some reason) stand on a mezzanine viewing us getting together on the first floor stage (though there are eventually more people on the first floor prior to the concert beginning). This makes me slightly wary at first, though I feel very assertive and confident throughout the rest of my dream even though things seem weird on a secondary level at times (like a wavering dream within a dream that is somewhat like having two or more dreams at the same time; fairly rare, but experienced enough to know the phenomenon in a familiar sense).

My dream concert follows the general pattern of a recurring song set which varies in some versions of the scenario. Before we start, I notice two (unfamiliar) dark-haired girls, seated on the floor and leaning against the wall, who seem to be faithful fans of my group, though the group does not even seem to have a name (at least not one I can remember in this case). Oddly, one of the girls is wearing sunglasses, which takes me a moment to perceive as such - because the sunglasses have painted-on human eyes, a bit larger than normal, so that her appearance is somewhat eerie. The other girl is missing her left eye, which instead, is a mostly featureless area with barely discernible wrinkles. I do not comment on either oddity. There is also a light-haired girl who seems a bit too pale and I ask her where she is from. She comments that she does not actually live in Israel but that her family is on a vacation.

I notice a male seated at a picnic table and facing me (though talking to others on his right about technical details of our upcoming show) at the second picnic table back on the opposite side from me. He is seemingly a member of my music group and I contemplate whether or not he is Orlando Jones (the actor from “Sleepy Hollow”; the television series) or my friend from middle school days who is now a well-known singer in Germany in real life. I conclude that he is my old friend Roosevelt and it is very good to see him here.

When we are ready, we seem to go into ad-lib or practice modes now and then, making the songs quite a bit longer and more interesting, with many dynamics that are not in the original recordings. These new versions of the songs (via my imagination) have gradually built up over the years, becoming more and more theatrical and intriguing in their fullness. At one point, an unknown older male with a harmonica infuses some additional nice-sounding impromptu bars. In the offset (dream within a dream) there is the focus on at least two members playing cereal boxes like guitars, held at an angle. Guitar-like music can still be heard in this case.

The first song performed is “Speak to the Sky” (originally done by Rick Springfield), which typically starts out with me playing the opening on a banjo and soon joined in crescendo (in the next verse) by drums, keyboards, and other vocalists (doing occasional intense harmonics that repeat part of a phrase I sing now and then, such as “I am blind” just after my phrasing, or fuller phrases such as “seems awful hard to find” at the same time as my phrasing). The audio of my voice seems amazingly well-rendered in my dream but does not sound like my real voice and also has an unidentifiable accent (almost like a composite of French and Romanian) - and there are also a few unusual “glitches” here and there (typical of dreams). However, in this particular dream, instead of a banjo, it seems I am actually playing the opening on a ukelele with somewhat of an odd muted sound at one point (though there are a few “resets” and offset “dream within a dream” sections). (“Doesn’t always rhyme” is usually done with more of a longer pentuplet feel, requiring a brief change in the otherwise 4/4 timing.)

The second song we perform is “Dear Prudence” (originally a Beatles song), where I start out playing something that sounds a bit like the style of Jeff Lang (the best slide guitarist I have ever heard) but then I quickly switch to an electric bass by grabbing it from the person on my left when the song changes from the sustained beginning bass notes to the intimate, almost overwhelming bass riff (possibly one of the best bass lines I have ever heard, the second being from Bob Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff”).

After the first two songs (and in one “reset” there are also unusual-sounding horn sections - almost cinematic in style), my dream begins to decay into unusual “resets” and repeating patterns and becoming somewhat abstract, but remains a very positive dream experience until I wake.

This morning i got up and could tell it was a false awakening. I pinched my nose and breathed despite the closed nasal passages to confirm what i knew and afterwards i cant seem to recall much of anything. I likely just fell asleep in the dream because i wasn't all that excited.

I was lazing on the couch yesterday when I felt my awareness slip into the dream state. Often i dont do much but observe my dreaming state of mind and practice my ability to wake up on demand.

I kept going back and forth between waking up, having false awakenings and re-entering the lucid dream until i got bored and decided to loose my awareness and sleep. I even managed to dream that my dad came home early...odd.

I found myself in a dream, i was able to tell due to the unique feel my awareness gets when i am in a dream. I got off of the couch and decided to fly through the ceiling. For the first time I managed to phase through without any problems and tried to fly around in order to find Satanick, my favorite Mogeko game character.

I looked for him, but i couldnt really find him. I had trouble steering myself while i flew around, im beginning to think that i should flap my arms like a bird to have better control than just using telekinetic flying. As i flew around the area outside of my house was of course not the neighborhood i live in in waking like. Instead it was a bunch of random houses and a cartoonish landscape. I know from experience that a character who looks like master Roshi from Dragonball lives near by.

Soon after i began to wake up and re-enter the dream repeatedly and decerning false awakenings.

I was in a hospital bed with a very big belly somehow then i realised that i was pregnant(i am a guy!)then a doctor came to me and touched my belly, i felt afraid because i realised that i was going to give birth to my child and also going to hurt a lot. Suddenly the doctor pushed my belly and a baby appeared in front of my legs(i dont know how)without any pain.The baby immediately started to repeat some of my words like a parrot.That was the first time that i thought that something was going wrong there and i asked my self how can a newborn child talk. After a few moments i woke up.

Had some sleeping and recall problems.

Morning of May 11, 2015. Monday.



I seem to be in a cold region in a mostly featureless building with little or no furniture. There are more children than adults and it illogically seems to be near either Antarctica or the Arctic region, though that is not certain. Most people seem seated and leaning against a grayish inner wall. The setting remains mostly semi-dark. There seems to be a concern for an unknown length of time about having warmer clothes or more food just to survive from day to day, though the setting does not really seem apocalyptic.

A man who reminds me of Nixon makes a brief (at first) appearance. However, the face is not very realistic, even being somewhat plastic-like, like a mask, and quite pale. It is not a mask though; it is just a “frozen grin” over a somewhat grotesque, almost sadistic visage. At one point, the man lifts his arms up as Nixon used to do but for no particular reason, it seems, though he seems to automatically do it when approached or addressed.

The “Nixon” man seems to be the main authority around the warehouse-like refuge. There is a small plant nursery but not nearly enough to feed the residents. At one point, a ship arrives, requiring certain males to go out and chop away at the ice until the ship gets through in a rather time-wasting zigzagging route. There are mostly only sheep aboard the ship (probably some sort of word play going on here).

The Nixon man goes close to some of the sheep and holds their “chin” to look into their eyes. He tells the captain of the ship to take them all back and I see a rather odd cartoon balloon fading in and out that shows sketchy sheep drawings - they are sitting in chairs and playing cards. “Send back the sheep,” says Nixon, “so that they may fulfill their dreams of white houses and picket fences” (“white house” likely a play on “White House” and “picket” related to picketing/protesting). I see a one-panel cartoon of a sheep mowing the lawn in “Far Side” style (possible reference to sheep shearing - not sure if it came from an actual cartoon image I once saw - I know there were a lot of “sheep as humans” gags).

I am aware that all of the adults and children will die, but there is a strange focus on whether or not it will be by starvation or lack of warm clothes. I also have a brief thought that they may be the last humans on Earth, even though, again, it somehow does not seem apocalyptic (at least not a major event).

Similar to another recent dream, I only see a head floating near my dream’s final segment. In this case, Nixon’s entire body and much of the head vanishes, leaving a Guy Fawkes mask that moves side to side in a corner of an empty room (in midair at head height) as if to say “no” (although I do not get the impression it is saying “no”; just a result of some sort of momentum with no intelligence of any kind being present). I am trying to “remember” if the whole Earth is frozen.



There is a sustained hypnopompic focus on the misuse of the word “carnivore” to describe non-vegetarians or to describe anyone that eats meat at all. (I do not eat much cooked red meat and do not care much for steak - did not eat hardly any steak prior to around age nineteen. Also, lamb meat makes me immediately ill due to its horrid greasiness and I cannot understand how people can eat it unless in a survival situation.) The ridiculous misuse of the word “carnivore” (in the uneducated colloquial sense; in the same light as calling a turtle a “gopher” or a skunk a “polecat” as they do mainly in the south in America) makes me realize how critical thinking skills are completely lacking in some people just to serve a fringe agenda and to continuously belittle or troll others. A vegetarian does not usually eat meat (and I have nothing against vegetarians), so a carnivore would technically not ever eat vegetables or in fact, anything but fresh uncooked meat. Reason does not dawn on such people, though, even in diverse situational examples related to survival scenarios and it is quite unfortunate. This is something that sometimes goes through my mind, this time influenced by a few things I recently saw on the media related to the supposed torture of all sheep by all shearers (notice I said “all”) when sheared, which was rightfully discredited and debunked by the news staff (though certainly not to imply that the media is always honest or that all shearers are competent).

Ironically, sheep are used as an argument for sentient beings and their (animal) rights while some of the same mentalities call people “sheep” in a very negative context; hypocrisy at its finest. I pointed this out back in 1991 to penfriends from California and it actually dawned on them that my commentary was correct and that the realization caused them to feel a bit strange and less “militant” and “anti-human” in their views.

I wake up and find a roach running around on top of my blanket. I tried to catch it with my hands but it was too evasive for me. I eventually got off from the bed and turn on the lights. I then track the roach with my eyes in till he had went under the blanket again. It was difficult to see again, that's when I realize the lights had went out again. I turn them on again but quickly they turn off. I could now see the light in the bathroom was on, could be my father I thought.

Though that didn't make much sense, that's when I look at my hands to see my fingers were bend over and crooked. I became lucid and said I was in waking life a couple of minutes ago. When did I go unconscious? I enter the living room to the kitchen. Not too long I notice how short I was compare to the usual objects inside the kitchen. I must've been the size of a rat.

I still had hands despite the height and had no trouble opening the now large back door. It was night but didn't appear to look like a sky at all. I could see a lot of dark voids roaming around the area. There's a lot now I said to myself, barely any room for dream activity. I manage to get to one of the dream scenes by running up the usual hill I take. Running on the grass with my feet felt like running on a mouse pad.

I also confirm that I usually don't have shoes on when lucid. I saw a few houses boarding near the voids. I made my way pass a backyard and over to a road. I could see a garage door wide open with a light beaming down from above. That's when I notice someone had been standing behind me. It look like a doll of some human, they appear as if they couldn't move. That is when I wake up and attempted to write down my experience. But it was very difficult to do so. I then wake up again. Lucidity Time: 4 minutes

I was at university sitting in a lecture. The lecturer was talking about some arbitrary thing. I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be in that class. I'm sure that at one stage I was sitting alone but then later I was sitting next to my friend. The lecturer cut the lecture really short and we all rushed out the venue. I looked for my friend but she was long gone and then I remembered she said goodbye. I went to some other people outside and I saw a bit from my school who was a few years younger than me. I said hello to him but he didn't respond. I noticed that it was starting to rain and I saw the time was 3:40. I told everyone I wanted to go home before the traffic rush and the storm. I walked all the way to the other side of the university and realized my car wasn't there. I ran back tithe other side when I realized I left y laptop back in the lecture hall. I got my laptop and went towards the other parking lot. It was already dark. Just before I went out the door by the parking I was pushed by some random guy. I went out the door and pushed the door closed as he was coming through. He was pissed off so I told him to hit me. I wanted to provoke a fight with him. Eventually he did hit me and we ended up on the rugby field at my old school we had a big fight there and I beat him up. A coach saw us fighting and ran towards us but I just picked the kid up and threw him into the stands.

I was at a party with my friends. I had made friends with some girl as well and we were talking on the phone. My friends were talking about movies and as a joke I was pretending to spoil them. My other friend messaged is in a group saying there was a new item set in dota2. I wanted to test the girl I was talking to but my friends were nosy so I held my phone away from them.

The first part of this dream was vague but I was at university. We were playing some sort of game where we had to collect dragon ball type things to strengthen us against out opponents. We had 2 dragon balls. I did what I had to in order to get us another dragon ball. That dragon ball I got was really dim and didn't have the stars to indicate what number it was. The people in front of us who we were going to fight had 3 full dragon balls. I can't remember what but I was told to do something to make the balls more clear. I think I had to take a shot of something. Finally the 3rd ball was clear but our opponents had 5 already.

I was in a parking lot at a mall. I was about to reverse into the parking when the car in the adjacent parking moved into it. Eventually I was parked in by many other cars who were also going for that parking. It took ages before we could even get out of the parking lot. My mom and my gran came to see what happened in the parking lot and they were saying something about the people who changed parings. I was really angry an I was shouting at the people behind me calling them idiots. Later I was with my mom who said she hadn't had whiskey in ages. I told her that's nothing special since she never drinks anyway. She told me she has a brandy every now and then so I just laughed with her.

In the first dream when I looked at the time it was 3:40. Later when I looked it was 3:10.

I let my mind to freely associate concentrated on being here and now... and I let body fall to sleep.
After some 5 minutes I appeared to be flying above moonlit rocky landscape. There wasn't animal life nor plants. Only rocks... and then also many mountain lakes. The moon was shining so bright that it looked like at cloudy day. Only difference was, that the light appeared to be silvery in color. I let myself to be slowly carried over country... and then I was flying above lake... It was so clean, I saw every rock in the water... it was maybe 100m deep but I saw bottom of lake clearly. I was fascinated and slowly steered to fly above lake... The moon was mirroring on the surface of lake. I felt peace... everything looked peaceful, pure, nice. I changed the course of my flight to next lake. That one was deep, very deep. It looked like kilometers deep. Then I again changed course and flew directly into that pond. Crossing the surface of water it felt like I broke through some resistance, but nothing strong. And I flew in the water into the deep. Deep down...
I didn't manage to reach bottom, since my wife interrupted my trip and woke me up by movement in her sleep.

It's been exactly 30 days since my first entry! But today's not any different. Didn't MILD and hardly any recall. In fact, I can hardly remember anything. Only around the location I was in but really nothing else. I need to do better tonight!

Large place

I was in this large hallway in a school. There was lots of people with me and we were going through. I also recall being in a classroom.

Dream on 5/10/15. Severe thunderstorm sirens woke me up and I had trouble falling back to sleep. Finally did around 7:30 AM CST

I was walking. I'd been here before. This place. In the countryside. I was walking with others and we were looking for something.

As we'd been driving, the power went out on the street. And, everyone's cars stalled. Except some got stuck in acceleration mode and were slamming in to other vehicles. I kept flicking the key on my car. Then the car in front of me started to accelerate. And it started to push the nose of my car. But it was a powerful car and mine was rather small so it started to tip my car as it accelerated. And like that, my lights came back on the car and the engine started and I quickly drove up on to the curb and turned right at the intersection. and I am driving and it is pitch black because no one's lights are working and the power in the neighborhood is out and I am having to speed across intersections to avoid cars that are stuck on accelerate. And I'm driving and colliding with other vehicles but still going. And then there is a big crash and my car flips on to its nose and then rocks back down.

The next moment of cognizance I am walking with a group of people. Yes, the place I know. And we see another few people walking and decide to go talk to them. to see if they know whats going on. and they are saying they dont know, the power went out and everything went kind of chaotic. houses and apartments look like theyve been looted. and we climb this fence and the veranda at this house is open and the curtains are blowing and everyone says we should go talk to this man inside because he knows whats going on. and so i make my way back with the group. and we enter this back room and everyones talking and they point at this man and say ask him. but as we're talking someone starts getting weird. their pupils dilate and their face screws up and they get this insane expression. and they start to pant heavily and look around and lick their lips. and im like...what is going on . and then she makes this awful noise, this guttural croak, and she dives at someone that had walked in with me and started snapping at their face. and of course we're surprised so we kind of push her off and think its just...something strange. with her. she's lost it. but then we start hearing others panting and look around and their pupils are dilating. i grab a few people and we get in to a closet and close the door. and watch as the others with the crazy expressions start to take bites of flesh and skin off people's faces. and blood is spurting everywhere. and they devour those people. and here we sit in this closet watching and horrified and trying not to make a sound.

but in 20 minutes or so, they snap out of it. their pupils return to normal and they clean themselves off and are talking again. and so, without any other option, i open the door and walk out and they all ask me why we're in there and start joking and talking. like nothing went wrong.

so we live like that. because its like their status of insanity goes dormant for awhile. and they have no memory of what they did. but there are some that hunt those of us that aren't like them. because they can only eat those that aren't crazy when their insanity is triggered. so we have to mimic them....and i think to myself as im trying to make their noises and even pretending to bite others and smear blood on myself that we're the true crazy ones that are knowingly attacking and preying on others to avoid detection.

and time passes and those that are 'normal', per se, dwindle. and we are hunted. and people look back on 'that time' before this and ask how people lived. for most of this time, the power is still off and nothing mechanical works. so, we have to relearn how to survive.

and then i am in a household. where ive been living this whole time. avoiding detection. and i walk in and see two people tied up on this altar. the wealthy owner of this house is going to have a sacrifice later. because finding the normal ones is so rare nowadays that these feasts are only for the elite. and i see their sad eyes but act like its nothing and walk by. and i see many men shuffle in. because for some reason, during this transition, women were only allowed to survive two to a household. and some, even the crazies, were sacrificed. i dont know why. thats just how it is. so women are less common and we are not considered as strong. maybe because we aren't as violent during the moments of insanity as the men.

so the two tied up are sacrificed and i walk in on the lady of the house getting off watching this. because shes not allowed to eat them with the men. and im horrified. and i notice another girl in the room, another maid of sorts, is also horrified. and i know somehow that she is like me. and so we talk in hushed voices and i confirm. and i tell her to go hide in a closet. but the men--- they all decide to come up to the lady's room. and so we're stuffed in this closet and hiding under a blanket and all the men are walking by. and we know we must get away. so i tell the girl we must act and be brave and we can get to safety.

the men are starting to yearn for the crazy, you see. they like that state of mind. it makes them feel powerful. so they are always on the hunt.

so, we get to a top floor where the corridor is blocked off from people coming and we sit and wait. and she tells me of others. so we agree to go meet them. and so we sneak out later and walk the roads and its dark except for fires and torches burning on people's properties. and we are meeting in the dark talking about what we can do. to make it safe again. and as we're talking we realize a lot of foot traffic nearby. and we see another big altar in the middle of a meadow and they're sacrificing others. and here is a group of 10-15 girls and we are all normals. so we begin to panic.

and then we are running and being chased. and the sun is coming up. but this is our plan. we have a plan. so i am racing along this apartment complex. leaping from balcony to balcony and on to stair cases. and there are hundreds of men racing after me. those guttural roars from their mouth and their eyes so wild. and they are grasping at my ankles and shoulders but i am running along a wiring cage and they can't quite reach me. and as im running, im cutting wires and the metal is falling down and hitting people below. i am several stories up.

and im running and pass a husky dog sitting there and look at him and think thats odd. he seems so innocent and sweet. but i keep moving and know what i must do. i near the center of the complex and there is this rope and i cut it and turn to face the piece of metal that had been held back. it is like an l-shaped pipe that is very sharp. and it slides down with force from above and pierces me in the chest. and the men reach me and begin to feast on me. but i know the dynamite or tnt or whatever it is will go off. and kill them. and maybe be the change that us normals need.

+ (LD #111) guy with a retractable head (sinks down into his body): I notice this and get lucid, say hey I know you can do that thing with your head, we jump into the air in the stairwell we're descending and have a bit of a fight, I throw him down the stairwell.

(Definitely lucid, and fairly early in the night I think, got lucid from the weirdness of the retracting head, but awareness fairly low and didn't last long).

+ A bunch of us get off of the bus, we're all wearing our pajamas and we're approaching a stripmall, I mention the pajamas thing. We look into a deli but it's way too crowded, so we keep walking. We come to a place where workmen are, there is no food available. We head back to the deli and now the crowd is much smaller we can enter. There are all sorts of sandwich meats laid out.

At band practice the director is quite demanding, we rehearse for a while then will break until later, I see a sign that practice continues at 1:00pm, that doesn't leave much time for lunch.

Bowling: I observe a woman bowling, give advice, and I bowl myself. A woman bowls and I say "woo hoo, see, a strike!" but she says no, one pin (the 5?) is still standing, I look and see it wobbling, I think it will fall but it doesn't, another pin eventually slowly comes rolling by and knocks it down, "See!" I say," a strike! I'm bowling and get a nasty 4-7-10 split. I think the only hope is to aim for the left side and hope I can get the 4 or 7 to scoot across to hit the 10. I have to stand to the right in order to bowl properly for the 4-7. Then a little girl is there and some pins are on the alley right past the foul line. She's picking them up, "Careful!" I say, "don't set off the foul detector," I'm really nervous and concerned that she'll set it off and I won't get a chance to finish the frame myself. Of course she eventually sets off the foul detector and I get really mad and fume and complain about this for a while. I can't find my ball, I pick up what I think is my ball but the fingers don't fit right. Leaving the alley, we're late to get back to the band practice, I'm shouting for my friends to make sure they take my bowling ball, "where's my bowling ball?!".

(This multi-scene dream went on for quite a while and was fairly vivid & detailed)

Hi. How's it going?

I woke up a few times, but remembered no dreams. It seems that I wake up too gradually, with whole minutes of half-awareness. By the time I realised what was going on, I already forgot all my dreams.

Interruptions (FLD/LD, ND), Back in Netherlands (ND) (—7:10)

I was in what I imagine to be a FA — I somehow knew I would enter a LD. The next thing I know is I'm in the ocean just off the beach, carrying what I assume to be my sister (it could be someone else — I'm not sure). Behind us was a goofy looking Voldermort with a sword and mediaeval clothing (of which I remember a white blouse-like shirt). The dream even paused so I could look at it a bit longer. Also, he flew and was flanked by vaguely defined henchman.

So I swam to the beach where I tried flying away — I could jump high, but I couldn't fly while carrying presumably my sister. Since there was a large, building-like obstacles in the way, we went around the right side. There was more beach there, with a small crowd of DC. For a moment I thought Voldermort would never actively harm me because of all the witnesses.

So then I headed back towards the buildings, from the east side. I jumped up and over buildings and then…

Then there was this tall wired fence, one which looked so imposing, it just had to be electrifying. Beyond the fence were endless dunes of sand. There was also someone who looked an awful lot like Steven Stone (Pokemon character). The dunes all a solid yellow and solid black (shadows), and I somehow got an impression they weren't actually dunes, but more like nonexistence.

At this point I was thinking of the ocean and beach prior and putting together some kind of theory that the island was the mere blob of existence in an endless ocean of nonexistence. Thinking back to how I was screwing about with Voldermort and such, I ascended to a higher state of lucidity. I turned around, imagined a doorway in the fence, turned back, and it was there. My vision was slightly blurry. However, I didn't want to go through — if it was all endless 'dunes', what would be the point? I then started thinking of goals I had on my mind whilst awake. I felt some sort of passion build up in me — I knew I was on a breakthrough with my clarity of mind. My goals came to me clearly, and I knew just what I ha—

I woke up. It was a FA. I lost lucidity, went back to sleep and hoped to get back to the dream.

Then there was this vague repeat of the last dream, except it had all sorts of Pokemon characters in there. It was now a video game all of the sudden without any lucidity.

…

I was by my parents' restaurant and it was raining. This was bad because I had hidden my phone beneath a flower pot (for... some reason?). I check on my phone but aside from a few drops of water it was fine. I readjusted the flower pot in such a manner my phone would remain hidden as well as remain dry. I then leave with my parents off to somewhere with the car.

On the way there, I asked where we were going. My father say something along the lines of... I don't remember, but it was boring. Not to mention I had second thoughts about housing my phone below a flower pot. I asked to be left out so I could walk the way back.

I come across a few of the landmarks we passed on the way there, such as a canal where the roads slanted up (and the canals would be subsequently deeper), as well as a whole bunch of stone stairways. The stairways had thick railings that doubled as decorative waterfalls. I could slide down these waterfalls and would go very fast, but I can't remember actually getting wet. also, I remember sliding down all the stairways, but I initially had to go up. At another point I couldn't pass through because there was a long wave of children riding out from a small grass field for sports and such. I noted that all their bicycles looked like some sort of plastic (but still sturdy) . I wondered whether this was some kind of new design thing.

Eventually I realised that I was in Amsterdam all along! How did I get there? I walked? Okay, so I wasn't wholly convinced I was in Amsterdam, so I checked for signs that I was — I saw this restaurant we once went to, as well as an alleyway with a signboard saying "King's Cross" (even though that's London/Harry Potter, even though the train station was the whole other way, even though supposed 'King's Cross' actually led to the car parking area). I decided to check out on my father's restaurant in the near vicinity. I came across something that was supposedly it, but it was buried behind curtains and such and it was hard to see. I found this rather odd.

I then came across my older sister who just so happened to bent there, which was also odd considering there was this row she had with father where due they still do not interact with each other. Therefore, I was a bit dubious over her positive demeanour.

The topic turned to that of coins and mystic religion statues and such. It's all a bit blurry (actually can't be bothered to continue typing).

I remember returning to the stone stairways again. Those were fun.

Sitting near the oven

I was in my kitchen. I was sitting on a bench placed near an oven. I had only underwear on me. I looked at the clock and it was nearing midnight. Then I looked inside the oven, and saw that there is a pizza, baking inside.

Praying near the grave

With my father we went to local graveyard. It was cloudy afternoon. We looked for a grave of person I can't recall. We searched the grave for a while, and we found it. Then another man joined us, we hold our hands and prayed.