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Fragment 1: I'm following some kind of national infrastructure route, it feels like a new system perhaps foir delivering some new form of power but doedsn't follow any preexisting distribution network. I'm following a line into Wales from the WEst Midlands and can see the branching structure on a map.

Fragment 2: I'm in a car on a bridge heading downhill from the high point of the bridge toward what looks like a toll gate at the bottom of the slope. The bridge is wide, perhaps four or six lanes, and traffic is at a standstill. I hed down the hard shoulder and somebody in the car is apparently nervouis that I might hit the other cars as I pass, so I prove the point by driving so as to just clip my wing mirror on the bollards that line the other side of the gap I'm going through.

Fragment 3:
I'm in a car going around a roundabout, it feels familiar, I think from a dream of a few years back. I'm directing somebody else driving and tell them which exit to take, but they miss it and as we go past it becomes clear that it's more complicated than I thought because immediately adjacent to the exit we need to take, there is another exit that goes onto the wrong carriageway, and a third exit that leads onto a narrow old road that used to service the rouge. This third exit is precipitously steep, totally infeasible, but still offered as an option at the junction!

I'm on a train platform in drizzle, burdened with large bags and a pushchair or pram, waiting for somebody getting off to get on with it so I can get on. He dithers and then gallantly offers to let me on first, which is less helpful than just getting out of my way, but I can't really refuse the gesture.

I clamber aboard awkwardly and squeeze through the doors and vestibule into the carriage. There aren't many spare seats but I find one that's blocked by a collapsible pushchair that hasn't been collapsed. I cram my bags into a luggage rack and collapse the offending furniture to get it out of the way. I half collapse my own pushchair before remembering that I need it for the baby.

I start settling down as the train starts moving. Once I get over the faff of getting onto the train I attend to the baby. The baby is a blond boy who looks a bit old to be in a pushchair, perhaps 2 1/2, though somewhat smaller and slightly built than Harriet. I get the impression that he's called Arthur or something similar, though he looks a little reminiscent of a friend's nipper called Jonno.

I realise that the drizzle on the platform has left his flannelette clothes a bit wet and he's been patiently and quietly sitting and not complaining. I apologise and bustle around grabbing a towl and drying his hair and hands and ask him if he would rather I took his top off to dry him or leave it on, he says he wants me to leave the top on with language skills that again seem a bit advanced for a kid in a pushchair, perhaps 4.
I make a game of drying him by making silly noises and tickling and such to cheer him up after being soggy and chilly.

Behind the pushchair I spot CM looking frustratedly around and muttering under his breath that it's going to take him over an hour to get to work, he grumps through the door to the next carriage and out of sight and I return to Arthur, deciding that his clothese are now dry enough that I don't need to change him into fresh ones.

I'm at some kind of conference in a hotel. I'm supposed to be leaving to get to a meeting I have at nine but my bag has gone missing. I vault over an upright piano that's in the foyer, then I try to pack some of my gubbins in the piano. I have akey to lock the back panel onto the piano after stuffing the space behind with clothes and shoes and suitcases etc. I also have a key for the flap that covers the keyboard, but the lock is broken, so that's not much use.

I find some of my stuff that needs packing hidden on top of a cupboard and complain to the guy who put it there that I'm likely to lose stuff if he puts it in random places like that.

I spot a car behind the cupboard and think "oh yeah, my other car" but it's only a remote control toy and the key in my pocket is just the remote.

I'm traveling with a woman who most recently has been climbing these giant stairs cut into the mountains, leading a very large group of people, guided by her visions and signs. Now she's reached an old shrine that's of great personal importance to her. But that's not what she was looking for - she thought her visions were guiding her to a place where all these people could be safe. Now it seems it was just something personal. She believes she's led them all this way for nothing.

I'm extremely frustrated by all this, because the place I've been trying to guide her to with those visions I've sent her is still further on - I wanted her to see this shrine first for personal reasons, because I like her and I thought she deserved to know this part of her past, but it's not our final destination. Unfortunately, the stairs end here; there's no easy path after this point. How am I going to convince her to keep going now that she's doubting the visions? I'm almost tempted to just suggest scouting ahead myself and then conveniently 'finding' the place - but I need her to be the one to discover it, not me. I'll think of something, but I need to talk to her privately, and there haven't been many opportunities for that on this pilgrimage.

Right now she's busy talking with a priest I dislike - I'm not fond of priests on general principle, but this one in particular irritates me. She's apologizing. She's saying she shouldn't have rejected the idea of divine guidance - maybe if she'd believed, she wouldn't have gotten them lost like this. The priest reassures her, saying, "You delivered what would not be prayerful."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Still in that same mountain range, but this time I'm working separately from the main group, it's just me and a couple of her soldiers. I'm talking with a slave trader - he's got a group of people I've been looking for and I need him to release them. He says he can't possibly do that, they're an extremely sought-after species. He shows me a cage with a human man and woman instead, and a falcon that comes with the woman, and says that he'll give me one of them as a sign of good faith - he'll even trade me all three, the two humans and the falcon, if I'd be willing to give him one of my soldiers. He has a buyer who likes that specific shade of skin. Incredulous, I tell him this isn't a negotiation. He's going to release the people I came for, I'm not going to give him anything, and I don't care about his humans or whatever else he's selling.

But then he takes the hood off the human woman - white hair and a young face. I know her. I'm shocked, and she looks just as shocked to see me - I'd thought she was dead. Last time I saw her, she'd sacrificed me to her people's gods. It didn't work obviously, I can't die that way, but there was no way she could have known that. When my 'death' didn't stick, her people reacted very badly. I'd seen them holding a funeral for her later, but I'd been watching from a distance - they must have held the ceremony without a body. I'd just assumed they'd killed her. I'd liked her a great deal, sacrifice aside.

2.9.15 Last night bed around 11 pm

Up today at 7:35

8:30 Took 2x Alpha GPC

Was gona take my last 2 pills of GM at 9:25, but there is some construction going on, so I didnt want to waste it. Besides, I wanted to see if alpha GPC choline would work just by itself. And also, I used to WILD like this daily and gotten DEILDs to wazoo. And what do you know, it worked.

Mantras as falling asleep:
I look at my hands and realize I'm dreaming
When I see I get up
Nosexnosexnosex

As I was falling asleep, I was thinking of the TOTMs and that I forgot to read what they are. I remembered the "microwave yourself" that I didn't like last time, so I decided to redo my Valentines cards from last time. I imagined opening a mailbox and there would be a note simply folded up, or just a postcard, so don't even need to unfold.

Also, I fed my cats so they can poop and fall asleep before my attempt. It worked. But my boy still found me about 10 min into it and jumped on me. He absolutely loves my new bath robe that I'm wearing for these attempts, coz it has a badass hood that I pull over my eyes.

I started to feel buzzing in my head as I usually do pretty soon, and was still up when church bells rang at 10am.

Woke up at 11:50 after a longass lucid.

Valentine Cards 2
Don't remember how I got lucid. I started walking through this neghborhood with highrises on the left, and grassy area on the right. That's where I saw a red mailbox. Those typical US ones, standing on a pole. I figured this will be as good as any and I opened it. Now I was in a room with others watching me opening the cards. They were all of the same type. Like those kids give eachother at school with a piece of candy. Just a simple folded card, white and pink.

At some point I was amazed and pleased how long this lucid is getting.

I started opening them and read them all carefully. Looked for who it is for and from whom. They were all so funny. Mix of english and german. One made me laugh, all in german, something about miene liebe, shiezen,...

I tried to hard to remember them. But before that, I was gonna take a notebook and write them down so I remember them when I wake up, but I realized it won't work, haha. So after I read like 7 of them, I found those first ones and reread them again, amazed that the text is the same as was first time. And lol, one card was from me.

Flying
I was in a 3 story house. Walking all over, getting yelled at by some woman for walking on her sofa with my shoes. I went on a balcony and floated down to the one below and then next one. Just to amaze the people there. One kid asked me if I can tell him how I do it. I took his hand, tied him to me, and I took him to float with me.

Then I was flying in swimming fashion, when I realized I don't have to do that. I can just "stand" in the air and move my upper body just a bit in the direction I want to go. Kinda like a hummingbird. So I did that. I was surprised on the speed and hight and lack off effort.

At some point, maybe before I started flying, I was on the ground trying to lift off, but couldn't. I felt the normal gravity and it just wasn't letting me fly. So I closed my eyes and cleared my mind (wtf) and with my thoughts I started hovering. Someone said "see, thats how you do it".

So as we are flying with this kid on a string behind me, I notice he is getting sleepy. I ask him about it and he is falling asleep. I take him in my arms and hold him like a baby and tell him I'm gonna find him a chair.

Come to a place like outdoor caffee. 2-3 tables. I eyeball a chair that has a pack of cigaretts on it, but I think it's bag of candy, till I look closer. Obama sitting in the next chair tells the guy "don't you see who this is? Give her your chair." So I put the kid in the chair and we fly off again.

It wasn't a very high lucidity lucid, and who knows, maybe that's why it lasted this long. But I remembered my goals, how to do things, and it was awesome.

Dream: Sex with AW
I'm in an odd place that combines a large space somewhat reminiscent of a school sports hall with rooms that feel much more like parts of a home than anything I'd expect to see attached to a sports hall.

I explore various rooms and after a bit of looking around bump into AW (a girlfriend from years ago) I'm pleased to see her and we chat for a bit, reminiscing about various amusing memories.

At some point during the conversation the scene changes and were lying side by side on a couch, still just talking bollocks. We both start falling asleep and she snuggles up to me, tangling her legs around mine. I start panicking, realising that this situation isn't quite what I had thought. I'm trying to process through what the implications are, trying to decide if it's OK to rekindle an old flame, whether it's OK to sleep with her so soon, whether it's OK not to have any protection etc. All this is a somewhat hurried thought process as we are now both naked and the sofa has opened out into a bed and she's climbing on board and making eye contract in a way that leaves no room for misinterpretation.

Skipping forward a chapter, I'm skulking around the odd hybrid sports hall / house, it's night time and I'm naked, still evidently pleased to see AW and looking for something when AW's dad bimbles around a corner. He doesn't seem all that suspicious to see me naked here, though he does seem puzzled as to why I suddenly curl up into a boner concealing ball. AW then comes around the corner wearing nothing but a smile and the fact that she's so comfortable with the situation seems to satisfy her dad's curiosity.

Fragment:
Mum is getting confused by the bread machine, and I'm explaining it to her

Dream 1) I was trying wild after a WBTB that was alittle longer than usuall. I didn't get far except for a couple of noises. Then I drifted off to sleep.
However while in the dream I realized that everything around me wasnt normal. Knowing this I ran around my school halls to my health room. When I got there the dream started to deteriate. I felt the outside world and the dream became short pictures interupted by just blackness. Then I woke up.

Deam 2) I was in an apartment building when a large truck drove in through the door into and office where it hit someone. The person just went flying through the air and hit the back wall. Everyone around the sceen didnt even notice what had happened. Then the peron who got hit got back up like everything was fine. I was suprised by this so I left the building and went to a shorline. As I was walking it became dark. Then I noticed all of these warehouses lined up. I went in one then started watching horror movies. I finished one and then moved to another warehouse. I watched another movie, then went outside. My parents were ther and a friend I hadn't seen in a while. After that I noticed that a lot of people had been there because there were phones and Legos on the ground. I dint take anything because I thought it would make people mad. Then I went over to a tent and it was filled with sleeping bags. Then I woke up.

I logged on to Dreamviews to see that every DJ entry except for the ones tagged with 'Memorable' Were now gone. There were only the five most recent entries with a 'Memorable' tag on them in my DJ. I also had a bunch of notifications (12 I think).


I was living on an aircraft carrier. (Actually I think it was like the flying heli-carrier from Avengers.) We were docked just offshore in NYC, and were in the process of leaving. On it were a bunch of people along with their guides, or so I assumed. There were some people with two or three guides there. I think I saw my friend C as well as Dawn.

I became a little bit lucid and decided to (for some reason) ask Manei what she thought of the Spirit Science videos. (A little context: Yesterday, I made a post on meditation, and in one of the replies, somebody sent me a Spirit Science video. I've actually watched these a lot in the past, and if you're interested I would recommend looking them up. The narrators' voice kinda annoys me though.)

Anyways she stated that sometimes those videos seem a bit gimmicky to her, but in the end, their interpretation of philosophies and general take on the world are really good.

The two of us got food from the cafeteria and sat on the edge of the deck carrier together.

There was much more to this dream but I can't remember it.


FA'd laying on the sidewalk. I had two blankets on me. I was in my subdivision, next street over from where I live, and it was a dark, cold night. A woman was standing there asking me if I knew where bus number 31 was. She said that it was supposed to be here at 8:10 and it was now 8:30. She was wondering if she had missed it.

"I don't know... for all I know this is just a bad dream-"

I looked at the moon in the sky. It was there all right, but it was about ten times bigger than it should have been. I looked away and looked back and the moon had been replaced with a multicolored gas planet.

Actually, I'm pretty sure this is just a dream. Hey, lady, pinch your nose like this *does nose pinch RC* Can you breathe?

"Oh my gosh! I can!"

She started to get really excited, like a new lucid dreamer would.

"This is called lucid dreaming, look it up. And if you get the chance-"

She disappeared from the dream with a humorous 'pop' sound.

"-my name is JadeGreen... "

I grumbled to myself that I didn't get to finish thinking about how that would be a really interesting way to show shared dreaming. I then asked myself if shared dreaming is even really possible. I realized that I don't have a solid answer on either side.

The dream went semi lucid here. I was trying to avoid these guard/searchlight towers that had appeared around my neighborhood. I thought I could fly but due to poor lucidity and practice as of late, my flying would always cut out a few seconds after I started.

Had this one early in the night and there was another semi but I can’t remember it now. Was restless this morning making sure I would remember this one. Was more before this but here it is. Was with a few others and we were in a room. This room was special, it had a door that went outside but the room traveled, it was like a tele-porter I guess. There were blinds by the front door that we could look outside with. The first place we went it was really snowy and yucky out, it was in a city so there were many streets. We had to get out at one of four places. The next place was rainy and just not nice. I believe that it was this place where someone tried to get in the room, but once it locked we were off to somewhere else. The third place I don’t remember but it was similar to the other two. On the way to the last place me or someone I was with asked the ‘guy in charge’ what the coolest place was he went. It almost turned into a bunch of lucid dreamers going to different places. I got this feeling of power over me and I felt almost godly. We got there and I opened the door. We were at someplace with water right out front, maybe an ocean but it was different water ways. I jumped right down and after moving for a big remembered I was godly and floated up. From the moment I was here this was this atmosphere that there were monsters that needed to be fought in the distance, like Godzilla. I was flying in the air and saw the monster and started launching missiles at it and shooting guns. I dove down and it tried to bite me, I thought I was invincible so I was just kind of laughing as it chomped down on me. I woke up shortly after this.

Morning of February 9, 2015. Monday.



For quite some time I am looking at old family photographs on my computer. There is one part where there are also videos below the photographs, several full-screen ones, but columned down the screen, all playing at the same time, which is a bit annoying. Still, I manage to learn of an unknown (fictional) teenage girl having been a friend of the family for a long time. Meanwhile, I realize it is a bit cold and the front door to the apartment is open (though we live in a one-family house in reality). The heating is working but I think of telling my wife about the open front door instead of just closing it. (It is the opposite in reality - too hot and with a fan on next to the bed.)

The unknown girl’s name is Stella Womack. This is likely a typical dream distortion, in this case, of “still a woman” (the name being completely unfamiliar to me otherwise though there are people with the name in reality).

Some sort of intense in-dream mystery seems to build. This girl had photographs taken numerous times with members of my family and at a few different addresses we had lived. Somehow, something is not explainable, yet I do not become lucid over this nonexistent person having been photographed and filmed for so long. Perhaps my memory has failed and I had somehow forgotten about her. I decide to talk to my wife and find out more about all the photographs. Perhaps I had somehow just not seen any of these photographs and thus was unaware of her all this time. In the last image I see, she is standing in the kitchen holding a guinea pig and there is also a small dog on the table. Oddly, she has her mouth over the head of the guinea pig, but not so it would be unable to breathe.

My wife is lying in bed and I walk in and talk to her about this Womack girl. I remember another photograph of her standing in a kitchen. I clearly see all the hanging utensils and other details. My wife seems uncertain about why I seem confused over the photographs. She suddenly shouts “you’re dreaming!” From here she either becomes, or is replaced by, a human-sized guinea pig with its jaw hanging open and with wide overly large glassy eyes (with the impression that it was the guinea pig that had yelled and “died” or became completely still). This image remains completely “frozen”. Even though it feels as if I am wide awake now, as “real” as reality, I also have a strange awareness which is almost like coming out of a fog. (This is at least a partial result of the “thank you for telling me when I am dreaming” meditation - but to where it is now a part of my normal thinking - yes, all it takes is simple thinking, as with anything else, which transforms into actual belief and automatic responses over time - though certain mental patterns and “abilities” seem to take over twenty years to hone perfectly with light three-minute affirmation sessions throughout every day, many thousands of which I developed over time since childhood.)

Becoming fully lucid, I wander off into a typical random “let’s have sex” neighborhood - fully aware that I am always the maker of all my dreams (both lucid and non-lucid - something I have accepted since I was very young) - and easily rip the front doors off the first house I come to and throw them into the front yard behind me. Three perfect copies of my beautiful wife are lounging around in the living room. There are at least two other people around, somewhere in the house, but I ignore their presence at first. Obviously, full passive cooperation follows as I sit down on the couch and have one at a time over what seems about an hour. Only one copy is wearing reading glasses, the pair she has used only rarely in reality. Another copy is several years younger.

At one point, another male walks out from the hallway and is standing behind the couch, almost like some sort of brainless Sims character meandering about - as I sense no intelligence or consciousness as I do with my wives. I do not really feel threatened or judged but I am somewhat annoyed by some sort of incoherent muffled vocalization on his part (he seemingly represents the typical imposing nature of everyman) - so I somehow fling my arms backwards, grab him by the shoulders, fold him into a paper airplane, and fling him back into the hallway.

For seemingly about twenty minutes, I relax in my dream between sexual acts, cheerfully admiring my dream’s environment, sitting there and contemplating how amazing it is that I feel exactly the same as I do when awake (though this dream is far more vivid and with more conscious “depth” than typical lucid dream types - as I am in complete “automatic” control and focus throughout). I look around the room. There is a small bedroom on my left side. The hallway on the other side of the room is in front of me. The couch (near the center of the room) faces away from the front door. At no time does the room change size or change in any other way (as is typical in non-lucid dreams and even some lucid ones).

I look up and behind me and see at least four large silver wind chimes hanging from the ceiling; the same direction as the couch is oriented but arranged over the length of the room, north to south. They are crescent moons and five-pointed stars. The ceiling reflects the very slight motions of the wind chimes perfectly, both in the cast shadows and the silvery reflections of each star and crescent moon, which captures my attention for a few minutes, it is so amazingly beautiful and bringing a deep sense of peace. I briefly focus on how it is possible for the movements to be so accurate. In fact, I deliberately study the reflections on the ceiling caused by a particular wind chime and watch the very slight movement which is rendered exactly on the ceiling in shadow and light simultaneously - just as it would be in reality. This pleases me and I amazed by the correct details. I could sit here admiring the designs for hours.

I indulge in lovemaking three times before the telephone wakes me up in the middle of my third climax. It is a sudden shift from what seemed like an alternate reality - but the speed at which my in-dream awareness drops and “breaks” and then rises again as I wake gives me a slight headache. The first lovemaking is “normal” but the second (in reading glasses at first) involves a delay as she is wearing at least two layers of very sheer white cloth over nearly her entire body. It takes a bit of time to “scrape” the pieces off into various small shreds and the visual detail, both bodily and concerning the cloth, is extraordinary - I do get most of the first layer off - still, I lose patience and climax on the outside, still seeing her darker pinkness through the transparent but grid-patterned cloth. The third act involves the youngest version coming back from the bedroom (though she had been in the living room earlier) and this one gives oral - the beginning being almost like a “vacuuming” effect on me and with the enhanced “tickle” and eventual beginning climax - but then the telephone rings in reality.

In my wife’s dream, she was looking at lady’s pajama pants with stars and moons, wondering if she wanted to wear them - not shared dreaming but still a linking element.

I remember standing out on my porch (I'm dreaming at this time) and my dog let out this howl like a wolf, and others responded, mind you my St. Bernard is most definitely not capable of such a sound, damn, I might've been able to use it to become lucid if my brain would actually have noticed it. Anyways, he then ran off the porch to the lawn in the middle of the night, and a coyote attacked him, he ran back to the porch quickly, but died at the footsteps. With which I was rushed over with a tidal wave of sadness, and walked down by his side, I noticed there was a health bar that was completely red above his head, arcade style. I then noticed this woman, who looked very menacing, and I somehow knew that this woman was responsible for the death of my dog. I remember saying, "You bitch..." and pursuing and attacking her. I shot these cables at her feet from my hands and they coiled around her legs, but somehow she got the best of me and escaped the constraint, constraining my arms and legs with her own cables, and throwing me out a window. It was a very, very long fall, and I never hit the ground, instead, I woke up after my what seemed to be a 10 second free-fall.

Escaping from zombies - recurring dream

I was outside my home. It was midnight. It was too dark to see anything more than blurred shapes. I heard moaning and started to run. Zombie was chasing me, I ran around my house, and found something on the ground. I stopped running then, because I have found something that got me rid off the trouble.

In the school

I was standing in the school corridoor near the classroom. Suddenly I saw a girl going up the stairs. Everyone was laughing from her, and I tried to hide from her. When I entered the classroom I saw two girls arguing about their sitting place. One has shown that she has low intelligence, claiming that if she's sitting alone, she needs much more space than two persons sitting near the one table.

Encounter near the shop - dream fragment

I was going to shop with my two older sisters. I met classmates from previous school. I saw that they give me mockinlgy looks. I went to them and said Hi! Then I went back to my sisters, and we entered the shop.

Tidying the room - dream fragment

I was arguing with my sisters about who's going to tidy the room.

Facing the elder god - recurring dream

I was in my home. I have readen in a newspaper about a new religious sect. I felt a strange urge to gesture, pointing at the ground. I did it and a black hole appeared, sucking everything inside except me. Then a weird man in blue uniform attacked me. I was escaping through the forests, city and entered a hotel while trying to create more black holes along the way. I couldn't use that power all the time, it had to recharge. In the hotel I went to the boiler room, and entered an underground passage. I took a pickaxe leaning over the nearest wall. I was again attacked, this time I could see the man clearly. He had black hair, light blue scientist suit and white shoes. I threw a pickaxe at him, but he dodged and escaped. I went onward and a pack of ghosts attacked me saying How does it feels like, when being attacked by undead? I threw a pickaxe at those ghosts, but it couldn't hurt them. I took my pickaxe back and ran straight the corridoor. It ended in a great antechamber with a rectangular chasm in the middle of it. There were four, square shaped pillars holding the ceiling. Candles and magma in the bottom of chasm gave this room moody, orange-reddish lighting. By the look of the stone, I assumed that chamber had to be thousands of years old. I was standing on the edge of the chasm, and suddenly the elder god awoken. He roarred and moaned, but it was all, he haven't got any physical body. He gave a command to bring someone there, and his minions brought a girl who is my classmate. She was locked in the cage, I didn't knew what to do.

At 17:00 in the afternoon I did a little visualization exercise, sitting in an armchair. Went to bed for half an hour at 11:00, and again at 12:00 doing once more a little visualization exercise . WBTB at 05:00, and then went to my armchair and tried to visualize-sleep. I didn't sleep for almost one hour - and no interesting visualizations - and went back to bed. Slept almost immediately, and at some point I found myself in bed, awake. I imagined moving, and immediately I felt a strong pushing sensation. I didn't separate at once, so I changed visualizations while trying to relax at the same time - the feeling intensified and I rolled and fell off the bed - that's the first time I've felt falling off the bed. I got up - in blindness - admiring the reality of the sensation of touch, but the room was very different - I was in a dream room. I walk in the room and in the adjacent one, and start seeing a few things but it's almost totally dark. I affirm - according to my plan - that I lucid dream every night, but unfortunately I forgot to stabilize the dream. I went between the bed and the wardrobe, raised my hands and intended the ceiling to split in half and reveal a daylight sky. After sometime, a bright split appears ...

( the split was similar to the light)

...and the walls and ceiling move apart revealing a morning sky. At that point my wife moves, I feel my body and I am back in bed...
Still some light is in front of me, so I know its an in-between state. I imagine movement again, I feel the rush once more and I am in my dream body... But it's dark again, the dream is very unstable this time and soon I am in my bed again - this time it's dark - I can see my real room. I didn't get up right away, so I forgot a few details.




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Morning of February 9, 2015. Monday.



This was a shorter dream without much plot or even a back story. It mostly involved (at first) only foreground-renderings in terms of perspective although I am in a park at one point and I am eventually aware of more around me for a time. However, much time is spent looking at things only a few feet away.

I am listening to various old cassette tapes I supposedly recorded music on including some of my own where I sing Bob Marley songs. Over time, one cassette gets chewed up from the capstan jamming. I watch the tape go inside the deck but pull most of it out afterwards. There is also a point where several other cassettes have lengths that had somehow been neatly sliced into rather short curled pieces, somewhat like flat macaroni. I contemplate putting them all back together, which of course would be impossible in reality. There would be no way to know which pieces went where when reconnecting - but it still seems I might be able to do this in-dream.

When I am eventually in a large park with a rural feel, it seems as that is where I had been since the dream started even though I was fairly certain I was in a room somewhere a short time earlier (otherwise my cassettes had been spread out over the ground outside which does not seem right - and the deck would likely have been plugged in somewhere). My brother Dennis comes from due south, I think, and starts talking to everyone (oddly, except to me) about police coming into the park soon to check everybody for some reason. This does not make much sense to me and I am not that concerned about it. My dream eventually fades with no ensuing drama.

Although it is not that uncommon for cassette tapes to go out of alignment or the capstan to get stuck, resulting in the tape being chewed, it is possible that this happens in a dream for the reason of a real-life noise intruding into the dream, or the dream losing cohesion as a result of something else (an incidental shift in consciousness perhaps).

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