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#264 - SSILD - 6:08AM

I am washing our cars in the driveway with some other people. We get them soaped up but I realize the water hose isn't ready and I rush over to get the spray nozzle on. I worry that the soap will dry and be hard to wash off so I work quickly. Unfortunately the O-ring is wore out and water sprays at the connection. I spend a lot of time digging through a bag of washers and o-rings but I can't find any that are right size. Eventually, I try to force one to work but when I turn on the water I get the same effect. I notice a pile of neatly folded laundry in the grass that is getting soaked. I move then worried about ruining fresh laundry when I hits me.

Not only do I realize I am dreaming, but I remember that I was lucid a few moments ago and totally lost it.(False memory? I can't remember) I think how sometimes being too lucid makes dream control hard but it's also easy to lose lucidity. It's a fine line. (WTF was I doing before?)

My thoughts get interrupted by some Mexican music. I look up and see a traditional Mexican in a green poncho and a black sombrero sitting on the porch of the neighbors house across the street. As I watch a hologram of a another Mexican man in a white suit materializes next to my car on parked my the curb. He flickers like a hologram from Star Wars and begins to wordlessly sing something. Intrigued, I walk over to check it out but something else even more odd gets all of my attention. An African American woman in a black woolen shawl appears next to the hologram. At first she seems normal but I quickly realize she has the look of a corpse; not like a zombie but dead with a pale white face. At some point in all of this, I remember my lucid goal but I am so interested in this DC that I let it go.

I go to her and try to shake her hand but the moment I touch her, she flinches way like I had burned her. I look at her face and she now has the face or some sort of evil goat. My first thought is that she is a demon, but I am fearless. In fact, I decide to scare her. In the deepest, growling voice I can imagine, I roar, "I am a devil too!" Now, she turns to run away but I grab one of her hands with both mine. The hologram tries to stop me but his form is insubstantial and passes through me. I bite the woman's hand deeply and drink. I expect warmth, but there is no sensation.

The dream fades out as I wake up.

#263 - SSILD - 4:39AM

I woke up from a non lucid realizing I lost consciousness before getting very far in my cycles. I do a few more and immediately the cycles feel really odd. Each sense feels magnified and the others feel totally absent. There is some colored rectangles HI with mild vibes. Each sense had its own colored rectangle that vibrated. I suppose I could have DEILDed or was DEILDing but my mindset wasn't there and I found the HI to be fascinating. It's not long until I go under completely.

My wife is cutting my hair in the bathroom as I watch in the mirror. The style looks like a 90's wedge cut and she is doing a horrible job of it. It's a rather long process and at some point he begins bleaching my tips against my will.

I eventually I find my self at work. I feel self conscious about my new hair style and I wonder into the restroom to look in the mirror. My hair is so horrible that I begin to panic. Some teenage boy sees me and laughs. I run out to my workstation and find a ball cap in a drawer. I quickly put it on.

Feeling better, I remember that I was going to ask for a vacation day. I look at time and see it's 7:23AM already. I wonder where the time went. After I get a vacation form I begin to look for my supervisor. I turn around and the entire shop has become a large carpeted room. There are round, short tables and little chairs arranged to fill the room. Several preschool kids are sitting at the tables watching some cartoon on a TV and roll-away cart. Bruce is standing over the kids with crosses arms supervising like a teacher.

I realize this is too weird and slowly talk myself into become lucid. I think to nose plug but feel a little reluctant after the last time. Instead I focus on the visuals and feel of the dream. I know I am dreaming. Out of instinct I decide to announce it to the room by standing on one of the tables. I shout out, "I am dreaming!" No one seems to care. All the DC's are completely lifeless so I move on.

I can't recall my goal but realize I am holding the vacation form in my hand still. I glance at it and of course it looks all wrong. I remember that I was looking for my supervisor and decide that maybe the dream wanted me to talk to her. I resume my search.

There is a door leading out of the class room but as I approach it I get the feeling that the dream doesn't exist beyond the four walls. I ignore it and open the door there is a long dark hallway and a oddly lit snack machine to the right. I am drawn to the light but the dream fades to black. I refuse to give up and start rubbing my hands together. I say, "Oh no you don't." while focusing on my hands.

I wake up feeling like I was talking in my sleep. Did I say "oh no you don't" out loud. I look over and see my wife is still asleep. I feel the need to DJ and notice a large tablet floating in front of me. My usual DJ is gone so I use this. I tap the screen and briefly record my LD by voice. This wakes my wife up. She asks what I am doing and I tell her I was just talking in my sleep. This seems to satisfy her and she goes back to sleep. For some reason I decide to get up but when I do I realize that we were both sleeping in an extra wide bathtub full of water. I feel wet and realize that I usually keep my Galaxy Player under my pillow for my WBTB alarm. I franticly look and see my pillow is underwater. I reach in and pull out my wet GP. At first it wont turn on and I think I need to put it in some rice. After messing with it for a bit is comes on and seems fine. I wake up.

Red - Non Lucid
Green - Semi Lucid
Blue - Full Lucidity

I was somewhere out in the wilderness. I explored for a couple of minutes and found a massive spaceship crashed into the earth - the shape was similar to that of a frisbee. I touched what seemed like the entrance of the spaceship and it opened. The interior was purple and green. The floors were plain purple and the walls were green with paintings on them. I looked around and saw an old man with a turquoise skin colour. His hair was grey and he was sleeping on a broken brown arm chair. I walked through a blue door to see a hole in the floor of the spaceship which lead to the ground outside. I looked down the hole to see a woman with the same turquoise skin and wearing a green dress. Her hair was purple and she was holding a blue sword. She was slashing at some weird monsters that seemed to be part tree. She saw me and gave me a weapon. She did not like me and in fact she gave me a look of disgust when she looked at me. As we were clearing out this deep cavernous hole from monsters a monster attacked me from the back and killed me.
It was another dream, and I woke up in a village. I was in a bed, almost as if I'd been resting from the adventure I had.

I started thinking about my other dream and wondered what happened.

I lost my semi lucidity and was looking around at the room. The walls were made of wood and had various paintings about. There were chairs, a desk with some notes on it and a window which I looked out of. Through the door came bursting through the woman in the green dress. She was caressing me and worrying about me. Not because I was injured but because of something else which I do not recall.

Seems like I only LD when trying to do a TOTM these days. Come on Ophelia, a little more motivation here!

Anyway, I had a TON of lengthy nonlucids last night/early morning. So many that I barely recalled my brief stint with the basic task of the month. I don't even recall how I got lucid, just a vague recollection of jumping high and being in an extremely odd building. I do remember being happy that I was lucid, and thought of the basic 1 task right away. I was alone in this huge building that was somewhat reminiscent of a super fancy embassy suites: lots of interesting hanging plants and water falls, and all the many levels of rooms in a circle, surrounding the structures. I thought that I might find a DC if I simply walked into one of the rooms, expecting someone. Sure enough, I could hear someone peeing in the bathroom. I walked in and peeked (I knew it was just a DC, so I didn't care that they saw me peeking while they peed). It was a black dude sitting on the toilet, peeing lol. I said "Hey what's your name?" He said "Pepsi." I asked him "What's your new year's resolution this year?" He said something garbled, and I swear it sounded like he said to drink more Coke haha. So I asked him again to repeat and it was still garbled. Which made me mad because I really wanted a clear answer. Stupid uncooperative DCs. Then suddenly, Parrish (from the seafood department at work), grabbed me by the shoulders and hustled me out of the bathroom, which led us outside somehow. He said "Pepsi just wants to drink more Coke." I said "Ok, well what's YOUR resolution then." He just got really sad looking and said, "To be more like you."

D'awwwwwwwwwwww.

It kinda made sense though because irl we've been talking about work stress, and the effects it's had on us. Work stressed him to the point of ulcers, he can only eat like 5 things I swear to god. And he's lost a TON of weight. Not the good kind of weight loss: he was really muscular before, and now he's super skin and bones, he just can't eat. Anyway, in the dream, I just began giving him therapy about how in life when thins don't go your way and you meet your goals and find out it's not what you really wanted, you gotta replace it with something else: other goals, or hobbies. This is just typical mid-life crisis type stuff.

Anyway, pretty sure I lost lucidity after that. I remember Danny eating dead birds and eggs off the ground because the concrete was hot enough to cook them to medium-well. I told him he really DOES belong in the damn jungle.

Journal Entry non-lucid #3 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: "A Boy and his dog" dream, was dreamed up because I watched a YouTube clip called "Don't hug me I am scared-time". The rest of the dreams I have no Idea where they come from. I am not a paramedic and I have no actual problem with people in waking life. To come to think of it I had some problems with people on GTA 5, I kept killing them they got mad and started calling me names.

Dream fragment 1 "Paramedics saves lucid dreamer": I was driving an emergency vehicle, as a paramedic. Me and my partner got a call for a job. As we were in a freeway we see another paramedic respondent. The other paramedic starts ramming our car. I was shocked at first thinking that we were going to help each other, but since they kept ramming, I started ramming back. We beat them to the spot. My grandmother was at the scene. We asked her where is the person that needs our assistance. She points us to the body, it was a child just laying there. They put a blanket on top of his head because they thought he died. I opened the blanket and said, "people should stop calling with false reports. He was just trying to have a lucid dream". I woke up upon realizing what I said.

Dream fragment 2 " Uninvited guest": I was at the school and I was hanging out with my friend, just for my own reference I will call him Ed. I started walking to him and I noticed all these people watching me. They looked pissed off, as if I did something to them. I was talking to Ed and I started speaking loud so that they could hear. I said, "Yeah remember that guy, I heard (this...and that)". Basically it was to intimidate them. If they knew that I knew a guy that was tougher and more "gangster" than them they would just leave us alone, since it was like 5 vs 2.

Dream fragment 3 "A Boy and His Dog": (I was a spectator in this dream, I am only watching what is happening.) This dog and this boy were together. The boy tells the dog that he is going to die. He takes the dog upon a mountain. The mountain was red from the flaming volcano inside of it. The boy picks up the dog and raises him up high. He tells the dog that this is good bye. He tells the dog you will be a mayan god. He looked at dogs eyes and said, "you will die and burn ". (I think he tossed him in volcano or something) the dog skin got incinerated, and i could see the tendons and meat on his face. It was pretty gory. Even though this happened to the dog, the dogs first and last words to the boy was "I still love you". The boy felt guilt for what he has done. He was now inside of his house. He was a dog or dog like (I don't remember exactly). A dog investigator showed up and started asking him all of these questions. The boy tried to act like he was doing some calculus problems. I really wanted the boy to get caught and pay for his crime, but I got zapped out of the house and was now spectating outside the house. I saw this old 1930s car pull up and here comes Harry Potter and the cast. The old man, the weird creepy guy, all of them were there. They were trying to get the blond creepy kid from Harry Potter, to commit crimes such as stealing cars. The old wizard said," I don't even know who's car that is?"and he started laughing.

I was somewhat lucid, and I was practicing my maneuvering skills. I was in third person, but couldn't seem to control my perspective. But no matter, this allowed me to better see what I was doing and where I was.
I was out over the ocean. There were these high tech towers with platforms out on the sides of them, set up in a long row. Supposedly this was some kind of course that was set up for lucid dreamers to practice their abilities. Beyond the towers were a couple of tropical islands about a mile away.
So there, I was just jumping from tower to tower. I was doing very well with... this and sometimes was even able to skip a platform or two and glide past them.
I get to the end of the course, and there is my dream-guide. I go back into first person mode. We sit on the last tower and start talking about... heck I don't recall now. (I woke up and wrote down not enough of the key points about this lucid dream at 2:00am by the light of my toy redstone lamp.) But the important part of our discussion was the part that I remembered. She started talking about teaching me "Jumping the Dream". (Is that the new Jumping the Shark?! I don't know. The dream is trying to make some bad joke here, but I don't get it.) I had two interpretations of that phrase. One was literal. Like what I had been just doing. Jumping in a dream. The other one was that it was shared dreaming, as in you were jumping to other people's dreams.
Okay, I don't remember learning squat about "jumping the dream". So I told her that.
And here's where the dream gets weird. After saying to her, "I don't recall learning this" she... er well she did something and I suddenly recalled two more lucid dreams. They felt like they were from the past two days. And here be the creepy part. When she helped me to remember them, It felt like she was the one who had done something to make me forget them.

Forgotten Lucid #1: was where we had talked about "Jumping the Dream". The only imagery I can recall is sitting with her somewhere discussing just that.

Forgotten Lucid #2: supposedly consisted of some kind of practice for "Jumping the dream" I can't recall any imagery.

Hang on. Am I missing something? So you taught me how to "Jump the dream" whatever the heck that means. You spent three nights now where I was lucid dreaming and for the first two nights you bother explain and teach this stuff to me only to do some dream guide hocus pocus and make me forget the dreams, then on the third night remind me of these other lucid dreams that I may or may not have actually had, and make me think that you taught me about something that I have no idea what it is.

What the heck?

entering a building and in the entrance a lady says "hello again" (never seen her before).
I'm going up the stairs with my mother, and in front of us another lady is going up too. We're going to our apartment and the lady in front of us sees a cat wrapped heavily in gift wrapping paper, the cat couldn't move his front paws and was walking in his back ones. The lady got scared and left him there.
I went to the cat and was shocked to see the poor animal defenseless and my mother said to leave him alone but I couldn't , she screamed at me and left me there.i untangled the cat from all those wrappings, and the door next to me opened, the "owner" appeared.

A lady around her fifty's appeared and said that the cat was hers, she grabbed it and took it back inside her home. 5 seconds later the cat came rushing outside, ran away from there like crazy and went through the stairs. The lady then said it was all my fault and took out a knife, she came right at me.

I dodged her and managed to punch the knife away from her. I took her down and we started a fight on the floor. She got her hand and from her nails she took out another sharp object, it came out of her nails and stabbed me. She hit my leg and then I kickd it away from her, I connected a direct punch in her face and took her down.

I stood up and she started laughing,
-you can't kill me, I won't die...
Her face reconstructed itself and she was back to normal, no scars. I was shocked and then she laughed
-you fool, you'll never change, to bad I married you and now you are just another crazy person.
I looked at her in her eyes and and was furious, I was so mad I bit her nose off her face.
She looked at me and laughed, you can't hurt me , you are lost in your head.

I looked confused, I didn't know what was going on, I ran away from there, as I exited the building I looked at myself in a mirror, I was a bald old man, I had aged out of nowhere. I ran out the front door and the same lady that greeted me before said "see you again tomorrow"

10.01.2014

Fishing a purse from the Ice (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at some woods or something, or maybe some sort of camp grounds. I was aware I was in a dream, something that I cannot recall triggered lucidity.

I took of and started to fly as usual to balance the dream. This place felt to be a very Lord of the Rings type of place and I recalled I had to do the task of the months. I saw a lake and I believe I had to do something with it.

As I approached the lake, I saw a lot of children taking a bath at the Lake, and some adults too. I recalled I had to freeze it, so I placed my finger in the water and visualized it turning into ice. Apparently, nothing was going on, even thought the water stopped moving. I touched the water with my other hand and it was solid, and right away, I saw how around my finger the water started to turn white until it was a very solid and thick piece of ice.

The whole lake was frozen and I recalled I had to make a hole and fish something. So I started kicking the ice and a small hole cracked open. Do not ask me how, but I just sat and pulled a fishing rod out of nowhere and started to fish. I felt a very strong pull and I started to pull... I pulled a brown purse, yes... a women's purse... LOL.

With that done, I started to doubt if it was the Task of the month or from last month. I recalled I could do also one of the ToTY, but a small kid came to me and told me with a New York accent (Why did you freeze the lakeeeeeeeeeeee siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir?" I lost lucidity and the dream went on for a long time, but I cannot recall well what happened, something about feeding a snake.

Night of January 10, 2014. Friday.



I am in a small room reminiscent, for some reason, of the first part of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. An elderly Caucasian male wearing reading glasses is working on a problem. I have seen this before. I look at his desk. A (mostly white with triangular spots) cookie jar in the form of an owl is overturned on a higher shelf to his left. He is writing equations.

“It is two”, I say, “or, if you keep going, two two two two…or if you want…twenty-two.”

“Stop it!” he says. “I can’t get there. I can’t. I won’t! I don’t want to know it all!" (This reminds me of some sort of odd blend of the last part of "The Keep” and “The Changeling” which are otherwise completely unrelated other than there being an annoyed elderly man making a choice between two things.)

I show him some patterns, mostly only personal symbols gathered over a lifetime. “Look, it is Seventy-Seven Sunset Strip." He nods. "My wife’s name is Zsuzsanna…the seven is a seven on a plane, becoming a Z, sort of like the mirrored twos being the heart on the plane, and there are two sevens. The audio reversal of seven is nevus, which means Yin has a seven-shaped scar above her iris - well, on her eyelid. So…Two Zs and two Ss…Zsuzsanna…”.

“Plane?” he asks. “Yes, it’s plain to see,” I say sarcastically. “Plane,” he ponders. Suddenly a woman in the blue and gold Chiquita Banana outfit, shaking shakers and doing a sort of partial tango (in positioning) appears, singing “the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain” twice, before walking into the wall like a ghost. “What the f- was that?” he says (as Melvyn) quickly. “I don’t know,” I reply, “it’s your dream…” Then he is Ian.

“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” he asks, as Ian, “That’s from Edgar Allan Poe…”

“No, it isn’t,” I reply, “it’s from Alice…”

“No!” he cuts me off, slapping his right fist on the desk.

“Actually, the audio reversal of two is ‘hoot’,” I say, pointing to the owl and feeling quite silly. “Hoot hoot hoot.”

“There are kids in the beds!” he says worryingly as Bill (exactly as in the Twilight Zone movie scene). “That is Oliver and Lorenzo, two of my sons,” I say. I can hear their laughing through the walls.

Then I decide to become more serious and review what I know, but he ignores me. I start to say “Two two Timothy two two twenty-two white horse spirit two two” to open the gate to the higher hidden levels of continuity and to morph everything randomly (to a point). “The gate to the higher levels is f-kity f- f- f-kity f-” (censored) he says casually, as Ian.

“No it isn’t,” I laugh. “F and K are somewhat outliers which is why the lowly use those words so often to stay on the lower planes. Just divide any English paragraph into any other one anywhere and you should start to see it.”

“What about the two Zs in Zsuzsanna?” he says sarcastically. “That’s the name of an outlier if I ever heard one.”

“Very clever,” I say, “but the two Zs are actually implying twenty-two." He cannot win. I continue speaking fractal entropy in discernible English "code” (mostly “two two two…”) and the room starts to dissolve in dust-mote-like sparkles and yellowish fire but I am in warm blue light. Suddenly it’s the male voice of the elderly man from the Twilight Zone movie (Bill Quinn, deceased April 29, 1994) from the “Kick the Can” story. He wants to come with me as I start to age in reverse, being younger, as in the movie, but I tell him that he cannot and am holding a “blue flaming sword of truth”. It is kind of an eerie scene, I suppose. The other two during the “revolving character” transitions were Melvyn Douglas (died August 4, 1981), and Ian McKellen, still alive.

“dream journal synchronicity” tag added because of this post being after mine: http://www.dreamjournal.net/journal/...ream_id=190752

In my dream I went on the bus with my friend,Evan. This bus had a similar feel to my bus. My friend evan was talking to me and he said that he uses a multi sensory weird ball that was colored blue(It wasn't multi sensory). I remember agreeing fully to this and nodding my head. He left for his home and I was heading to mine. However the bus driver asked for my garage door opening code, I lied and gave him my zip code code. He said it was required for the schools reeducation or detention program(possibly both).My friend Evan was shocked that I used a garage door to open my door! I even felt a bit embarrassed. Soon after I was dragged through the woods. There was a voice owed akin to a propaganda movie and he lectured me on free speech and how good it was in america,he also talked about how free speech in schools wasn't that limited and stuff like that. And I came upon a movie theater, I remember saying "Don't yell fire in a movie the theater",I said jokingly in reference to another free speech paradigm. Then I got a gun(actually a pipe cleaner) and shot someone(not really), and then I said that I would rather have a machine gun and then that instant I felt a impact on my head, like a tube swirling around me.

I have had several bus dreams,It used to a dream theme,usually I am late to my bus. I am still in school.

Fragment#1 I was observing sharks ( well I didn't actually appear to be in this dream) but there were researchers watching sharks. One shark would eat another one then sink to the bottom. This happened three time in a row and each time the sharks belly would expand and become larger. This is just a side note but I am pretty sure they were bullsharks. The whole scene if viewed like within a picture plane took place on the bottom left side. If felt pretty smooshed to the bottom left side( this is kind of difficult to describe). Fragment#2 I was walking in a mall and had a plate of food in my hand. Went to the centre on the mall and there were two picnic benches. I sat down and began to shovel corn nibbles into my mouth. Just kind of gazing up and eating the corn. The next table to my right had two children and there parents and they were whispering that they knew me. They had the debate for a while and finally the little boy said I know you. Then scene panned out to where I saw myself from the Boys perspective and all I could see was my eyes black covered the rest. I then started to pick corn pieces out of my hair( I thought this was pretty funny). Then person at my table said its because I was only eating corn and she pointed to a huge platter which I got the feeling I was supposed to eat. I declined and left. I categorized these as fragments cause I felt there was so much more that I left out.

I'm in an airport, on my way to catch a flight. I'm wearing my travel backpack with my laptop and other items on my back. I'm in an open space in a concourse, waiting in line for the escalator. There are floor to ceiling windows to my left, letting in a lot of light, but I don't look through them to see beyond. Waiting for the escalator is out of character for me, so I look around for stairs, but this is the only way up the 6 feet to the rest of the concourse. People are going up the escalator one at a time, waiting for the person ahead of them to get off at the top before getting on themselves. I realize this is not how escalator etiquette works, and at the same time everyone else in line ahead and behind me realizes it as well, and we all push forward and use it like normal.

Now I'm at the top and walking fast. I don't feel particularly rushed, I just want to get where I'm going. As I walk, the rhythm of my steps puts a song in my head. I start humming the tune quietly. In my left hand, I'm holding a coil of 2.5" shop vacuum hose, and in my right some kind of weird blue-green rubber hose. I don't think this is strange in the dream. A good part of the song comes up and I do a little 360 turn without breaking stride. As I'm facing backwards I notice that some of the other people walking with me from the escalator, strangers, are looking at me funny. I realize that walking through an airport with strange hoses in my hands is a bit abnormal and they may be concerned, so I finish turning around and hum more quietly.

I'm coming up to a right turn. Ahead of me pointing left are some automatic walkway conveyer belt things, like moving sidewalks. I see Michael J Fox walking to get onto one. I'm surprised by how smoothly he's walking. I decide not to say anything because I think it would be rude. I hear someone behind me say "Oh, it's Marty!" pretty loudly behind me. I repeat the phrase under my breath with a smile on my face.

My route now somehow requires me to go through some restaurant seating areas. I think I must have made a wrong turn somewhere. I look up and see a sign with my gate number 17 and an arrow telling me to continue this direction, so I do. An adolescent male sees me and says "Hey, you look like MacGyver." I realize he's talking about how long my hair has gotten. Just then, Richard Dean Anderson turns around looking just like he did in MacGyver season 2, mullet and all, and he starts a bit when he sees me. I say "Hey, it's me!" He still looks surprised as I walk on, weaving my way through people and tables.

I've had to go up to the second story. There's an empty little bar section here. Some previous patron has left his drink on the bar. I need to get down to the first level to continue to my gate. I move over the bar and grab the upside down cloth handle to a reusable shopping bag suspended from the ceiling. It's got an automatic winch in it that slowly lowers me to the floor. As I go down, suspended by my left hand, I wonder if I should have put a tip next to the abandoned glass at the bar above. I don't know if I'm causing the restaurant trouble by doing what I'm doing.

Now I'm in a generic inner hallway, and I bump into E, whom I haven't seen since his Army Special Forces graduation ceremony. He's muscly and has the Army haircut. He seems to think we had planned to meet during our mutual layovers at this airport, but I don't recall setting up a plan like that. He wants to ask me about our matching USB thumb drives we keep on our keychains, and how 8gb isn't enough so he's going to upgrade to 32.

I got nothing unfortunately.

I may be switching techniques too regularly, trying a meditation method along with ADA.

1. i was on some field or destroyed city square. there was darkness all around. And i saw 2 people competing in archery. It was germany vs slovakia. The german had a crossbow, and slovak guy had a bow. And i was supposed to help the slovak person. They were shooting piles of hay, trees, and some fireworks with fire arrows. I helped to choose the targets.. and i showed to the shooter a big pile of wood next to river shore. And i said shoot. He hesitated but he scored. A small fire was starting on the logs.. and i said shoot again. Another hit. And then from nowhere a wildman came to the scene.. he was running towards this logs.. jumped on them and the logs turned into a flat viking ship made of stone. The ship fell into the river and the wild guy was surfing on it.. we ran after it.. and we met a polar bear. It started to chase us.. and he bite me on my hand.. it was not that bad actually.. the wounds were like a dog bite.. i still had my hand.

2. I was in a supermarket on cashout. Im not sure if I was buying or selling czech crowns to euro. It was all around numbers 8 and 28. But im not sure if i bought 8 crowns for value of 28 or another way around. I even took the hand calculator next to the seller to do my math, how much it should be. And it was correct what the seller gave me. Then i stepped out of the line.. Put everything in my big bagpack. I was going on some trip, i had quite a lot of money. And i met a friend in the waiting line in this supermarket and he said you still owe me 30eur, can you please give it back to me now. And i said.. yeah no problem. I grabed my wallet from the bottom of my backpack.. Started to count the money. I took 1x 10 and 1x20eur.. but the 20eur bill was wierd. It was red instead of blue. And the surface was harsh. but i said well it is a special edition bill and i gave it to him anyway. Then when i was walking on some stairs there was something on the wall. something plastic and round. I tried to move it, i thought it is somesort of mechanism. And actualy it was a plasticwatermill but it was broken. The weels were not there, but all the rest worked as it should.

3. I was in a bulding. I guess it was a school because of all the whiteboards. And on one there was writen Dag Og. And i tried to read it.. and it was in Danish i said. and next to the board 2 girls were sitting and laughing to my pronaunciation of the words.. Then i started to walk on stairways.. i wasnt alone. And an old woman asked me if i speak english. I said yes i do.. and are you perhaps danish i asked. She said yes.. i asked her what does Dag Og means. And she answered "help me" but that is incorrect. THen we came into a classroom. And there were some foreign students in there already. THere was music.. August burns red in acoustic version. The students started to sing something.. and my group was from my country. and we started to sing some comunist slavic song.. so loud and in one voice.. i never heard this song before.. we were like one big team. We oversang the others so the teacher said.. well i think we have a problem.

Woke up around 3:20 am with terrible toothache. Took pain killers. Went back to bed. Was awake for two more hours. Rolling around not able to relax or fall back asleep due to my toothache.
Only remember a dream fragment in which my boss calls me and asks me about a project on which I'm working on in my waking life as well.