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Ritual: WTB 2:30am, woke 7:15. I was stressed over something and felt too awake to go back to sleep right away, so I got up and put some time into a project for work. Returned to bed at 8:45am, no techniques, though I wondered if the WBTB would make lucidity more likely (happily it did) and woke again at 10am. Recall: 6/10.

DILD, "Wine and Cheese": I'm walking down a footpath outdoors, carrying a cat in the hem of my dress. That is, I've folded up my hem to make a kind of pocket with the cat in it. She is an orange tabby short-hair that doesn't resemble any cat I've known in WL. I think she'll probably want to look around, so I try to arrange the "pocket" in such a way that she can rest her paws on the edge of the hem that I am holding and peek her head out. This works for a while, but then I notice that my black inner dress feels too tight around my legs, hampering my movements, and I think I must have accidentally caught it up together with the hem of the outer dress (which is a sheer light brown fabric). In trying to rearrange it so I can walk unimpeded, the cat falls back down into the "pocket," but I figure this isn't so bad, since the outer dress is translucent, maybe she can still enjoy the view.

However, the cat is getting restless, and I remember something I read the other day on the forums: that if you just keep walking or wandering in a particular direction, the dream will destabilize. Well, such a thing has never happened to me before, despite numerous opportunities, but now I've caught a touch of schema infection from reading about it. [I agree with FryingMan that as a community we should try to be more conscientious about making claims that might infect other people's schemas!] So of course now that I'm anxious about it I start to feel destabilization coming on—I need to do something, quick! I notice that I am walking past a little wine-and-cheese shop, so I decide to duck in for a snack.

Almost immediately I start to wonder if this was a bad idea... sitting down for a whole meal seems like a very drab and tedious way to spend my precious dream time. I decide to keep it short and just taste a few things; there's no need to finish after all. So I order some white wine and a cheese plate. The lady running the shop insists that we also try a certain specialty of theirs, which turns out to be a kind of spread that you put over toast. I see that all of these menu options are also listed on a small chalkboard hung over the doorway to the kitchen, though she prepares everything from behind a counter that is in the dining room. She serves us two types of their specialty spread, together with wedges of three kinds of cheese. It looks like very high-quality cheese, and I'm surprised (and a bit dismayed) to see how big the pieces are.

The only seating in the place, which is very small, is a long communal table. I sit down and don't find it odd that I have a dining companion who sits to my right, though I didn't notice her before and my impressions are so vague that all I can really specify (uncertainly) is her gender. The orange cat I was carrying before is on the floor at my feet, and I hope the proprietor won't mind if she sees me feeding the cat little pieces of cheese. I take a sip of wine and a bite of some cheese and I am pleasantly surprised. Normally in dreams my sense of taste is dull and muted, but the taste and texture of this cheese is identical to the real thing. It is a sharp, tangy cheese with a firm, slightly crumbly texture like certain Spanish or French cheeses made from ewe's milk. I feel more enthusiastic about being here now, since I can enjoy a delightful snack without worrying about any extra calories! But on my second bite of cheese, as I concentrate on enjoying it, my perceptions accidentally shift to my real mouth—which of course is completely empty and tastes like night saliva. The dream fades and I very nearly wake up.

DEILD, "Navriela": Luckily I realize that I am not fully awake but just below the threshold, so I think I can probably DEILD. Initially I try to DEILD back into the dream I just left, but it has fragmented beyond retrieval. So I just focus on getting the dreamstate back. Visuals kick in first: I see what looks like the vantage of a movie camera tracking steadily from left to right over something that resembles a grim, minimalist palace interior, perhaps an empty throne room. Everything is smooth and metallic grey and vertical. Probably because I start to wonder what was supporting the camera for this shot, which is too smooth and gravity-defying for a human cameraman, I now hear a male voice off-screen saying, "It is difficult to make a movie like this." I listen and continue to hear voices conversing about the film, so with both sight and sound back in play, I know that dream is kicking in.

The camera has moved right through a doorway into the upper landing of a stairwell, and now I see a slender woman dressed all in silver begin to descend the stairs. To stabilize my senses I study her outfit, and I'm impressed how clearly I can perceive its details. She is wearing a kind of short jacket over a lower garment that reaches to her mid-thigh. It is not shorts or a skirt, however, and as I study it closely I observe a series of folds that suggest the garment consists of a single piece of cloth that was tucked between and through her legs to form something resembling short pants. I recognize this style of clothing—it looks like jongkraben, a kind of lower garment worn by both men and women in nineteenth-century Siam—but I'm surprised to see it in such an unusual context as this medieval/futuristic palace, worn by a pale, lithe, elf-like woman with white-blonde hair. I think I see some tassles dangling from the front, so I circle my perspective (still disembodied) around the woman to confirm what her outfit looks like from the front, and then continue to follow her down two flights of stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs she encounters an elderly but vigorous old man with a long white beard who resembles Gandalf. He starts talking to her and at one point asks, "What is your name?" I'm pleased that he has asked the question I was wondering. There is something so youthful yet elvishly ancient about the woman that she strongly reminds me of Galadriel in LOTR, even resembling Cate Blanchett a little bit, and I half-expect her to say that "Galadriel" is her name, especially now that I'm thinking it. But the dream surprises me, and she answers with something that sounds equally elvish, but a name I don't think I've ever heard before: "Navriela."

I start to think I should embody myself in this dream and work on some task. Had I been a little more on the ball I might have thought to accompany Navriela to a nearby forest to make another attempt my lucid dare, but I am too distracted by my growing attraction to her. I reflect that if I was one of the guys I would surely go "caveman" on her, and this gives me an idea for an experiment: what if I try to become a man? I sometimes identify as male characters in NLDs, but I hadn't attempted this before in an LD.

I imagined myself as a guy and approached Navriela with romantic intentions. She was compliant as I took her into my arms, and we fell together on a bed that was conveniently placed in an adjoining room. I started trying to make love to her as a man, although it was all rather vague and hasty (I don't even think we took our clothes off) and I didn't notice any differences in my anatomy. Nevertheless, there was something very arousing about it and I quickly orgasmed. "It's always so much easier for men," I thought wryly—overlooking the fact that it is always easier in dreams anyway.

FA: I woke up and immediately went to my computer to start writing my report, but I was having trouble accessing my word file. First I tried under "Open Recent," in Word since it's usually somewhere in that list, and when I didn't see it I tried typing the name of the file in the search box, but that didn't work either. I resorted to my back-up plan, dropping to desktop and clicking to the alias of my dream journal that I'd placed there, but even that failed for some reason. Since I actually do often have trouble accessing the file when I'm half-awake and hastening not to lose precious seconds of dream recall, it never occurred to me that my technical difficulties this time were evidence of an FA—even after discovering that my computer was in the middle of doing a full scan of some kind, and that my files were all locked until the scan was complete. Instead, I rationalized this by "remembering" that I had updated the OS just before I went to bed, and that concluded a mass file update was part of the process. Fortunately the progress bar was already at 56% and resolving quickly, so I waited it out. The OS shifted over to the new version, and now a new icon appeared on the top of all my window frames. It was a cartoon-like graphic of a noble male face haloed in a bright burst of sunlight, resembling a demigod or superhero. I figured this was the logo of the new OS, the name of which I knew at the time, but I wasn't paying much attention because finally I was able to open my dream journal file and start taking notes. Initially I started jotting down a lot of keywords and short phrases so I wouldn't lose any key events: "Navriela," and "four kittens" and "wine and cheese shop," and then started filling in the details.

Eventually I woke up again and realized the last sequence had been an FA. Unfortunately my overall recall was now somewhat eroded the delay in waking up properly, especially of earlier sequences before I became aware that I was dreaming. I don't think there was ever a clear boundary or "aha" moment when I got lucid; it just seemed to naturally dawn upon me while I was walking down the path carrying the cat.

NLD: I can partly recall an even earlier scene, non-lucid, where I was in a store, looking through horse halters. I was surprised to find horse supplies for sale at a mainstream store like this—it resembled a budget department store like a Target. I compared several halters but didn't like their quality or appearance. One that I rejected was covered with pale pink fake fur; another incorporated a fly mask but I wasn't sure if the eye holes would fit properly. I ended up rejecting them all and walking away. As I left, I noticed that the halters were on display in the children's section of the store, which annoyed me: why is horseback riding so often pigeonholed as an activity for young children? Certainly it helps to start young, but it takes years of practice to get any good at it. I think it was after walking out of the store that I was carrying the cat in my dress, where my dream report started, but the transition is unclear. I also now have no idea what the keywords "four kittens" was referring to, among all the notes I had recorded in my dreamed dream journal—so there is probably at least one lost scene.

I was playing age of empires 2, I remember I was the aztec civilization due to my loads of jaguar warriors, but I also had a lot of pikemen units. I also remember trying to spam bombard cannons. I remember having huge clashes with some dude's paladin army while my team mates were fighting other battles. I had to spam barracks just so I could out produce him with pikemen and jaguar units. I remember looking around the map and then going back to find my army had chased him back to his base, I ordered them back so they didn't die from castle arrow fire. Later on the dream skips and I'm losing ground, and eventually they tear apart my army and run through my base, which went from age of empires 2 style buildings to age of empires 1 style buildings.

Then I dreamt I was at school in the field house, but inside the field house it was empty rooms and it was dimly lit like it was early morning and only the rising sun was giving barely any light. We were waiting on people and I remember walking outside and there was a bus.

I also dreamt I was walking in the hallway and I stopped and saw one of my friends and we chatted for a bit.

OH there was one dream that I think I was much younger than I am, and there's all these kids and most of them are mexican. One of them is big and fat and he's really mean and at one point I beat him up. I have him on the ground and he can't really move, yet my punches don't really hurt him. I keep punching and punching trying to but then I'm like screw it and I get off of him. He didn't seem to hold a grudge

I also had a dream I screwed my crush. And I remember later recounting it in the dream, but I've done forgot the dream itself beyond that. (I wonder why...? lol)

I was in school. It was during biology lesson. I was checking empty fields in the list of random human parasites.

Finally back to some semi-epic dreaming!

early (late morning epics overwrote a couple more early ones):

+ I turn myself in for something and get arrested, they send a construction guy to clear away the thing we were building, he leaves all the building materials neatly stacked

+ dipping a stick into the ground, picking it up and eating the dirt/sand, do this several times before I realize I'm eating dirt and stop

+ I'm in nature outside in daylight, start walking down a 2 meter-wide path of short mowed grass, I know this is in an Ent forest. I wonder who mows the grass or if it is just grazed on by animals. I think about Ents walking around (but don't see one).

I'm wading along a clear stream, about a meter wide, standing in the middle, it is located under trees closing above blocking the sky. I look down in the water and see saucer-sized & shaped flat fish (like sole) that are light colored, almost transparent. They're friendly and swarm around me tickling my legs. I think they're easy to catch, and I grab hold of a few and lift them out of the water in my hands briefly. (One bits my finger and I have to pull it off?)

+ round table of <foreign language> teachers faces, several of them are my nationality (so how good are they if they're not native?), one is a blonde female missing some teeth (and is named "Jacky?")

+ baseball play: two runners both reach 2nd, collide, they both run for 3rd, really digging up dirt as they run, the throw is to 3rd, the first guy at least dives for the base and is safe. I think somebody must have been out, I'm not sure entirely what happened.

late:

+ (false?) WILD transition, feel a fast atonia buzz/vibrations, yelling for my dad to "pick me up!" (into the dream), feel partial separation of dream mouth and dream body

+ I'm in a house high in the hills overlooking bay in the distance (like childhood home). Looking out the window at the water along the coastline in the distance, I see shapes of a large school of large things I decide are dolphins moving underneath the water. I see a very large animal as well and decide it's a whale. I watch them swimming around for a while and call to my family to come and see them. I keep repeatedly trying to point out the whale to my wife but she can't see it. The whale transforms into a massive dinosaur-looking fish whose back extends up out of the water. I'm becoming frantic with frustration amazed that my wife can't see the huge fish which is right there IT'S RIGHT THERE!

Then I'm floating in the very blue water in a seated position, body upright, my upper body is out of the water. I'm moving at fairly fast speed, like I'm holding on to a rope in the water being pulled by something. A bunch of people are moving along with me. Our path is an arc moving out into the deeper water, then curving to the left and heading back towards shore. We pass some people floating there in the water who are not moving, I think they've become stranded. I see some people are swimming along with the current to go faster. There are some large but gentle rounded waves at one point.

The water is now like a turbulent stream heading uphill, I see the owner/creator of the theme park for which this river is the entrance ride, he's saying something about the park. I briefly flow through small tunnels then emerge onto the descending entrance stairway into the park. I see a ball (walnut?) bouncing down the steps one by one. We're then there in the park (me, wife, kids [smaller age]). I look around and am not impressed. It's very large/huge for a playground but very small for an amusement part, more like a neighborhood park. The jungle gyms look boring and like everything is for very small children, I think my kids will be bored here.

Then I'm at the entrance again, which is like a deep empty swimming pool, I can't find the way up to enter the park. (Something opens?) and I see a way in? My glasses fall off and hit the hard cement ground and I'm afraid they're broken. I pick them up and indeed a see a big crack running along both lenses in the middle. I'm looking closely at the glasses for a few seconds and notice where the glass has broken away from the frames in places. I think these are expensive glasses ($XXX), and wonder if I can get just the lenses replaced. I do go sit down on a bench next to my wife and think more about these glasses.

+ in a building, someone's throwing something down a long hallway to us, we toss it back

I'm walking through a sports complex looking for a racquetball court. The courts are on the left, they're all bizarre: the walls are paneled with colorful, odd materials like those "solar street panels" [watched a video about these yesterday]:

The courts have glass front walls [DS] and are oddly-shaped. Too small, not deep enough, one extra-small one has 4+ guys in it playing handball, I watch one of the guys hit the ball off of the back wall in a big smash. One of the courts is "on the corner" and has a large corner inside the court itself.

Farther along, I'm hoping at least to find a challenge court so I can play soon, I wonder about my ability to play though at my age and shape. I come across what I think is a challenge court, there are about 8 people milling around outside, inside I see that they are playing doubles (2 on 2). I'm losing hope of finding an empty court or of being able to play. I turn around and walk back towards where I was before, some courts are now open but they're really weird: some sort of tent-structure is on top and a basketball hoop and I know these are "fighting" courts where there is real violence. One guy is going up to the upper part of one of these courts and wants me to join but I don't go in, it's not to my taste.

I walk further into the structure and emerge outside into a dark bleak landscape, there's nothing here, maybe another building in the distance. I turn around to go back but now I'm far up a steep hill above the exit where I came out, I see some people milling around there, I jump and float down, trying to aim for this door, but I'm gaining speed and I miss the door, trying to grab on to some poles as I go by and not get hurt.

+ semi-lucid girl-grabbing sex-fest, starting outside and moving into a public restroom, ending with (2?) FAs.

Spoiler for sexy time, 18+:

I'm on some patio and see a cute girl walk why, I instantly grab her and start undressing her. She's sort of struggling but I manage to get her pants down and run my finger around on her (ahem), really rubbing it and feeling it and I "wake up (FA?)" in bed with my finger rubbing a pillow, still half in the dream, I reenter.

I'm now in a public bathroom and the mother of the girl I was touching is there saying s.l. she wants to know about the man who wants to be with her daughter. So she takes a weird condom from a condom dispenser on the wall. It's a two-layer device with a lot of air in it like a balloon. I put the condom on (I'm pleasantly dream super-sized) and look down to see it and squeeze out the air, it's transparent and I see my thing there (it's gotten sort of long and thin) and the woman starts a BJ with a strong suck to begin with which I like but I'm frustrated at the muted feeling due to the condom and think how I could trick her and take it off without her noticing.

I'm then walking towards a large stall, and (see a girl inside or take one in) and some old grandmother is trying to come in but I bolt the door and start undressing the girl who's in completely wet clothing. I think this is a waste of time and just tear off her clothes and lay her on the floor. She's already shrunk to large doll-sized, I see her naked body for a bit and appreciate it but she starts shrinking and pretty soon she's the size of a finger. I still try to engage but my attention is grabbed by another girl I see underneath the stall door.

There's a girl with a guy in the next stall (which seems to be an outdoor area actually), and I get a BJ from her briefly under the door which is great [I also think how this dream is holding nicely] but she stops and tried to move in and use her hand, I want her mouth again and reach for her head and pull it back and continue for a while and wake up moving my hips in bed (FA?) which I become instantly concerned about and stop. I then have a FA where I wake up in a bed where there are a number of adult women looking at me with slightly disapproving expressions, I think they know what kind of dream I was having.

This dream, which I meant to write down yesterday, is a fragment. I recalled some of it yesterday (Thursday) morning. I recalled a more vivid dream this morning which I'll post later in a separate entry.
I was at a factory, where loads of people were shopping at various booths, almost like a convention. At this place were the four Best Friends Zaibatsu, whom my girlfriend and I hung out with, watching video games and anime.
Not the most exciting dream, but I jotted it down nonetheless.

I was inside a room. Hometown? My heart/chest was feeling heavy. I was dying. I was taking medicine, but it seems like it's the last time it will push Death back. As a lie on the bed looking up at the ceiling, everything was getting hazy. I though that the medicine was kicking in, but at the same time, I thought that if I fall asleep, it will be my last. I had a quick panic attack, but it subsided. In resignation, I breathed out my last.

I was looking out through the window. There's daylight outside. I was unsure if I was dead. Everything seems bright but not so bright.

I was in a bus going somewhere to buy clothing. I think my sister (or someone else?) was with me. We took the bus downtown, I think. We passed by some people I know, but they're far away and on the street. I had to turn my head away so it will look like I didn't see them if they see me. I don't know why.

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Notes:

- I was reading Death and the Senator by Arthur C. Clarke, but didn't finish it.
- My upper body is sore because of conditioning.
- I slept at around 2 a.m. Alarm at 8 am.

Slave rebellion

The dream started in this rectangular area which seemed to be a deserted wasteland. Sort of like a desert but without hills.. and no sand.. or cacti.. but more like this, but with significantly less shrubs and plants and whatnot. There was more to it than just this rectangular area, but I paid more attention to this place because there were cardboard boxes spread around, each with about 1-2 people in them with orange or grey prison clothes, with me being one of these people. I recognized a lot of people I know at school within this group. Apparently we were all slaves and we had to go to this store to combine items to create this red dust for the group who were enslaving us. So we went to one of the corners of this area and while the place looked tiny on the outside, it was a large store. Nobody seemed to be in this store, so we all took some items to create this dust. Strangely enough, throughout this whole process we weren't restrained by any handcuffs or chains or anything, and also there were no guards watching us. When we realized this, everyone decided to rebel against this group. After that we all took our respective red dusts and left the store to reunite with our cardboard boxes. The dream faded after that.

A majority of the people I recognized in this dream were from my gym class. And recently, we had to do a test in the gym so we had to spread out.. as for the cardboard boxes, our recent science project involved one.

Also, stores. They seem to play a large part of the setting in my recent dreams.. I'll have to keep this in mind.

Very Lucky

The dream started with me waking up in my bed. The door to my room was open and the other room at the far end of mine's door was open as well. Then I said, "I want to practice dream control right now so this has to be a dream right?" What an odd way to start questioning your reality. I then said, "If I'm really dreaming then I could make anything I think appear behind the corner of the far room." But I started to think of something nightmarish, and before I could control myself I looked back towards that corner. Before I could see anything, the dream started to fade out and I woke up. Though I started questioning reality, I don't really think I believed it could have been a dream. I never would think of something scary if I REALLY believed it was a dream. That's probably something I need to work on when doing daily reality checks. I'm just really glad and really lucky my dream faded before I saw that thing..

Wrote my dream down but it got erased because the page closed by mistake. so I'm not going to describe what happened as much.

Strange Whale


-I was inside a city in the late afternoon. The weather was fine and I was looking at my mom's tablet minding my own business. Suddenly a man comes up slowly and tells me to give the table to him. I scream for the police to help me. Than they come and arrest the man.

-Inside my room changing my bed. Its dirty and I plan to wash it in the washing machine but i go upstairs to tell my mom first. She ends up complaining to me about something I did wrong though so I leave.

-I was watching a video of a girl showing her two other friends how she plays the drums. She is moving her head back and forth as she hits a drum with the stick. I than get sucked into the place and her and her friends disappear. After that I tried playing the drums but end up making a lame beat. I press the pedal for a low beat than start hearing the sound of a low bass guitar. There is a nice beat playing which makes me want to play a electric guitar.

I'm outside in my front porch with my father and some other family members/people. I toss something over in the direction of another house porch and mention how a girl is going to catch it. Two girls appear and one of them takes the thing I threw. I than laugh mentioning how It was just a mind trick since the girls their seeing aren't real. I walk to the other house porch and take the thing from the girl. I start to feel sort of bad playing the trick on my dad's old neighbors house though.

-After that I appeared on a bed with another guy. He gave off a kind presence. Like the dc I wanted to bring in from another dream.He pulled out a medium size blue whale and asked me what it was. I said i didn't know since it looked a bit strange. He said something like "Saving the marine life". Than the whale opened it's mouth wide and wind lines began to form as if it was going to suck me up whole. The dc than told me I had to be careful since junk and dirt fly out of its mouth. I started to feel the thing sucking me up so i held onto the bed and put my face down after telling him to make it stop.

Something jumped on me though and I could feel pressure on the back of my neck. I tried to force it off of me but it wasn't working.It took a while but i managed to get it off and noticed the guy behind me. I guessed it was his fault i couldn't move. He than mentioned how he wanted to see star wars 2 and started changing the channel on the T.V. that was present in the room. I lay down and thought about how weird the movie he put looked than woke up.

Bird Poop

-Walked around the supermarket.Ended up in my parent's bedroom with the guy dc from the other dream and more dream characters. I think there were some anime people present. I changed my dream look than started to bake something for the baking competition that was going on in the room. As I was mixing the batter the guy dc was building something. Sadly bird poop and food began to appear in the batter so i quit doing the competition.

I went downstairs to my room with my brother and the guy dc after that. We were looking at old childhood papers and report cards. I noticed one that was mine that had the number 63%. My second grade teacher appeared after that and she started talking about dreams a lot. I became fully lucid when I saw the words ocean and dreamviews on a report card.

The guy dc next to me told her to follow him somewhere. When I peeked through the corner of the wall at them i saw him push her to a corner and start making out with her. I thought how weird it was if they were both guides than looked back in the room i was in.The scene started changing so i asked a young girl ( She looked 10) present in the room if she wanted to follow me. We went out to my backyard and I thought i saw my dog Max. Than i asked the girl for her name. She said "Emma". I tried crawling under the gate than woke up.

Forest - fragment

I was doing something with a shovel in forest.

Warning myself

I was in school. I entered a classroom and sat near a guy in grey hoody. He was somehow weird. After a while I realised that I'm sitting near myself. I looked closer at me, and saw that there is a bug, which bites painfully. I tried to warn myself, but when I did it, I woke up.

I woke up at my school there was an exam.My teacher came to me and said have you done your homework?I told her I did then she whispered to my ears 'you are still dreaming!' I became lucid first my vision went off but I was feeling my whole dream body.I tried to imagine my hands it didn't work sadly :( then I woke up.Afterall it was a lucid dream :))

I was up late last night working on a project and getting ready for my art history exam (It starts in about 2 hours). I couldn't care less for lucidity tonight but I remembered some NLDs. There was much more detail to these, but I'll have to put it in later if I still remember it.

1.) I was in either Last Airbender or Legend of Korra. The entire dream had the look of the show and even the dream characters were drawn in much the same way that they are on the show. We were in some kind of big hangar bay or something where various characters from the show appeared. I think I remember seeing Toph and Katara, and then Zaheer. I also saw a couple of sky bision fly through the hangar. Later they all left.

Then, everything changed into realism. Manei appeared and ask me if I wanted to go to the spirit world with her. I said yes, but I don't recall anything happening after that.

2.) I was preforming a covert operation with my cousins where we had to sneak into a juvenile delinquent facility, get some information, and sneak out. I remember it was huge and built on top of a mountain with cliffs all around so getting out was going to be hard. We were in good with some of the guards so that helped.

At one point, we were in a large yard by the cliff-side. They were calling everyone in but we had to find a place we could hide so we could stay in the yard after dark. There was a big brick wall, a Remanent of a destroyed building that was just big enough for all three of us to hide behind.

Some kind of prison guard who was psychic caught us though. He turned out to be one of the guards we were in good with and told us we needed to find better hiding spots to carry out this operation.

3.) Something to do with driving my mom to get this skin treatment. She bought this big tray of this brownie cake type dish that was supposed to make her skin look better. There was something to do with taking care of her hair as well.

Morning of April 16, 2015. Thursday.



My wife and I are seemingly living in an unknown city (our children are not present so it seems to be related to the time period after we first met). We are living in a (unfamiliar) squarish one-room apartment in a commercial district (probably on the corner with regard to the placement of the windows and front door) that seems to have been a store at one time in the recent past. There is a stove in a corner near the opposite end of the room from some larger windows. It is fairly close to a bed. It seems a bit annoying and odd to be living in such a small one-room apartment (though does not really seem that cramped in some ways) yet I still feel somewhat cheerful just in living with my beautiful wife and thus feel we are okay in this situation regardless. At one point, I need to do some writing, related to either my dream journals or lists of affirmations or ideas. There is apparently not much paper available so I decide to take down and use several store sale banners that are still hanging from the ceiling (which remind me vaguely of - or distort partly into - shower curtains that equidistantly repeat a small bird-head motif). It is probably early evening. People are walking around just outside on the sidewalk and I feel somewhat wary about living in an area with more people and traffic.

At one point, when I open the front door to check it, which leads directly to the public sidewalk, I notice that it does not quite close properly. Soon, the bottom hinge (to my right) becomes detached. (Distorted, too-small, “incomplete”, or ill-fitting doors have been fairly common in my dreams since childhood.) Somehow, I manage to fit the door into the doorway so that it looks somewhat normal. Still, I clearly contemplate a scene where someone will probably come along and kick in the door and get into our apartment (and I imagine it happening before morning). This is not because of someone noticing the unhinged area, but because people apparently do this fairly often. I mention something to my wife of how the door did not even last during our first week of rental. It is unlikely the building’s owner will fix it, so I think about doing it the next day. (This is actually based on a real-life situation - our bathroom door is loose on the bottom hinge and actually came off from that area of the doorway.)

At one point, there is knowledge of an Emailing system that works by teleporting flash drives to different locations (not directly to a computer, but onto a table for some reason, which you can then place in a computer to use - not very feasible or necessary). I have a false memory of having exchanged messages in this way with best friend Toby T for a few weeks. For some reason, however, I prepare to send an older flash drive (which is oddly shaped, somewhat like an arrowhead) that seems to be me addressing and acknowledging him for the first time after many years. I think about whether or not he will be puzzled by this act and the letter contents and perhaps become annoyed or angry that I had forgotten we had been writing to each other for a time already. I decide to send it anyway - perhaps he will think it was a delay in the teleportation system. (Nothing concerning this scene is addressed in-dream again.)

There is another scene which seems to be a sort of continuation of a previous section of my dream that was not quite clear, where I had apparently played a secondary role in a television special or miniseries. This involves going into a strange multidimensional matrix of at least four rows of distinct “rooms” (yet all part of one large “room” with transparent “waves” in some areas) - an area that people teleport in and out of (though I had just walked there). In the far side of the large room is a section where I see and recognize the male actor I had been working with (in afterthought he reminds me of my foreman from an old factory job but also reminds me of a celebrity I do not presently recall). He appears to be getting a haircut or perhaps having makeup added for a filming event. I wave at him and he acknowledges me in a formal manner but I feel a bit strange at not knowing my job concerning the show and feel a bit left out (hoping that I am not considered as being forgetful of the project - though I also get the feeling that I do not have much purpose relating to going behind the stages of the production - thus I am probably not supposed to be there). I have a vague awareness that one of the other parts of the room has something to do with strip clubs or prostitutes (which is probably a forced association with my foreman’s name being “Hooker”). There are a few other people around involved in completely different things, one seemingly a greeting card business.

At this point, my dream becomes a bit more vivid and cohesive. An unknown male walks into the room directly from the public sidewalk outside (opening a glass and metal door) and starts his sales pitch about a device he is selling while sitting in a chair a short distance across from where I am sitting. It looks like a television remote but acts as a laser weapon. He seems nervous and excited yet also confident in some ways, though his behavior is informal and annoying, especially when he starts asking me personal questions that have nothing to do with his attempt to sell me the item. I start yelling obnoxiously (though am really not that angry) and calling him various rude names, asking him if he thinks I am Captain Kirk and if I really need the phaser he is trying to sell me. Several other people in the room laugh at this scenario. In a way, I feel a bit sorry that I have behaved like this but I do say that he should not try to sell anything in this manner in a public place.

The final scene involves walking back (at night) to the corner one-room apartment my wife and I live in in my dream. I notice several Latina girls in the area. One is on the actual corner of the sidewalk (near the street intersection to my left) and another near the window of the building to my right. They seem to be mentally measuring something (undefined) across the sidewalk relative to the distance between where they are standing (and possibly something related to the number of sidewalk sections or divisions/lines). I ask them if they need any help. This makes them extremely annoyed and they start yelling as if I had propositioned them, though they keep yelling various Spanish phrases. A black male appears and starts joking about them and how much they like me (which is supposedly why they are yelling at me). The male and I soon leave the area and appear to be walking south down a street in La Crosse about three blocks west of my old boarding house (though the area is mostly residential in reality and has no larger buildings as such). We keep cheerfully laughing and joking with each other about their behavior, though I yell “Nada loco!” back at them several times as they are still yelling out. I have the seemingly clear idea that I am saying that they have no mind. However, “nada loco” translates literally to “nothing crazy”, so I am actually humorously yelling that they are not being crazy, the opposite of what I intended. I get the idea that “loco” means “mind” (instead of “crazy”) though have no idea in afterthought why it was like this. This is just a typical mix-up due to lack of thinking skills and proper memory associations in dreams.

4.15.15

nap at 3pm - 10:45 pm after 13 hr shift

Someone I know got swept away. I go looking for him by lettming myself be swept away by flood as well. I end up in some tiny town, or the outskirts.

I find the person, I think it's my mom. I take the cell phone and we call my dad, telling him I'm ok and I found her. I'm looking at street signs and I read him the street names of that intersection. He is happy and babbling about, and I stop him saying that he should write this down before my phone dies.

I get a map, trying to figure out where we are, because all we have is street names. I see a map of eastern US, maybe Seattle area. Coastline with lots of islands and bays.

I walk into some tiny store and a shopkeeper offers us some cookies. Then I learn the names of St. Ives and St. Vincent.

Recall: 4/10. I woke up with a crystal clear memory of what I was saying to a DC just before waking, but the context is lost:

"My short-term memory is phenomenally good. Better than most people. I test extremely well. That's how I got this far in academia. But my long-term memory is absolute shite." I go with the British pronunciation for emphasis. "It's like living with a disability. About half the people I know, if they come up to me, I have no idea who they are. I've been living with this my whole life, so I can usually bluff my way through it. Half the time, at least they look familiar, and I spend the whole conversation trying to remember where I've seen them before and what their name is. But the other half of the time, I don't remember ever even having met them."

In the void between dreams, and I felt 'the vibrations' and I could see a hoop of orange red light, so I tried to sit up and move towards it, but I was pushed me back in my bed and held there. Mmmmm, Grrrrrrrr. Sorry, wish I had more to say about that, cause I'm sure it would of been awesome!