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Morning of October 22, 2013. Tuesday.



This is a highly unusual and very long dream. It starts out almost like a somewhat vague origin story in a comic book (with some sort of unknown “powers” growing in me), but there is no even transition between my first to second “place” in the movie-length events. I seem myself at first, although there are unusual moods and images - I do not even look like myself for the rest of my dream (after I become the agent).

I am in Wisconsin again and am in the backyard near a small metal fence between houses. I think it is a garden area, but there are not that many larger plants. Right near the bottom of the fence itself, in an area of mostly only dirt, are what looks like a couple of bones, still with some of the fur and sinew on. I soon discover that one is the front-right leg of a cat with a small bit of fur with tiger stripes. I find some other pieces, including a skull, and it feels a bit strange and sad. I set them to my left in an area just off from the garden. After a short time, the pile of bones, fur, and sinew seems to rise and lower as if in breathing motions. Oddly, I see now that it is a living cat (which is now more like a black and white one than a tiger or tabby) that was injured badly but is now doing a bit better (as I had put the parts together) so that he is able to get up but still has a large gaping hole on his left side through which the lungs can be seen moving. He gets up and I am concerned about him wandering off in that condition. He goes into a shed (which then seems to be the rabbit farm as it was in Florida) and jumps high up onto the narrow ledge on the top of a window. Over time, I get him to come down by calling to him and then pet him for awhile and he starts purring.

A little later I am with my wife and an unknown girl on the porch. The girl is talking about some strange things that scientists are supposedly doing, including sterilization of animals (such as predators) that eat only meat. There are a few different militant groups involved in civil disturbances and such and the world seems more unsafe than ever - and the public more uneducated than ever before regardless of all the online courses (many freely available or at least in demo stages) in everything from biology to civics and economics. Not caring if I am believed or not, I start talking about how the cat “became a cat” when it had not been a full, living cat (almost like describing mitosis in extensive detail - prophase, metaphase, anaphase, and telophase - which almost seems to be something relating to how the world is changing as well). The girl looks at me oddly but does not comment. From that point, everything starts to change, and I am an “agent” of some kind, wearing an extremely expensive suit and carrying a gun.

The first mission is to secure a three-storey laboratory where there are a large number of people, male and female, of various ages (from ages twenty to about sixty), all in white lab robes, involved in a project to sterilize all cats in the world - with cats eventually becoming extinct. Cats are carnivores, and come just prior to the planned world-sterilization of wild feline carnivores, then onto dogs (as dogs are supposedly omnivores, although one credible website states that “dogs have a natural and undeniable carnivorous bias”). In real life, I have seen cats eat grass and vegetable matter, but the act usually makes them vomit (they lack the necessary enzymes to break down vegetable matter), which is supposedly beneficial. I am not sure of what the overall missions are, but I always follow orders and go where I am supposed to. In this case, I am supposed to guard one door - with a gun and with two other agents with me - so that people do not get out - and am also clearly aware that I am immune to the gas that is to be released from the non-lethal bombs. Eventually, there is an announcement over the entire intercom system that everyone involved in the sterilization of animals will, instead, be sterilized themselves. This comes as a shock to people and they start racing around in an attempt to get out of the building before the mechanisms/non-lethal bombs go off. Something goes wrong, chaos ensues, and people fall or jump out of windows from the third floor (as well as the lower windows).

There are explosions as I am just outside the building and most of the lab workers are shot when they near the circular scrimmage line about ten feet out at the shortest distance from the building. Somehow, hundreds of people are killed (including an agent or two) and only three civilians escape, each with an agent escort. The younger man with me is annoyed that he had been sterilized and I tell him about the “cure” - which simply involves extended foreplay and he then seems a bit more positive in getting away from the area - which now involves military action between two new forces coming in, neither being us (relating to some sort of strategical trick to reduce the number of “enemy agents” and military forces worldwide).

After this, there are other acts such as apparent espionage, but we are supposedly the “good guys” in every case. Sometimes I am recognized as an agent (often due to the extremely expensive and supposedly stylish suit I am wearing) but easily shoot my way out. There also seem to be double agents, but these are dealt with severely.

At one point, there is an attempt to stop a row of at least six missiles from being launched. Something goes wrong and the missiles somehow fall over but still activate. They “launch” downwards at about a twenty degree angle (at first) into the ground (but eventually somehow tip directly down into the deeper and deeper holes caused by vibrations and explosions - none of this seems all that realistic in a technical sense), causing a localized earthquake; huge plumes of dust and debris are moving straight up, evenly into the sky in a squarish form, almost like an “elevator of debris”, but also causing the field to grow higher and higher while somehow leaving the column of debris, almost as if it is like a slowly manifesting “tall building” of some kind. This goes on for several minutes as people scatter about, a few being killed, apparently. I, being one of the only ones left, am able to finally get away when the ground stops moving. The “ghost building” implied by the previous debris column is no longer there, though.

Eventually, I am on an airplane with a few more inexperienced agents (dressed in less expensive outfits and some without weapons) to help them somehow. One of them, a female, turns around in her seat and asks me if I know when “his” anniversary is. I am not sure what or who she means and just sort of randomly say “January 7th” (oldest son’s birthday) and she smiles triumphantly, saying that it is actually February seventh. She had been talking about an older man sitting a couple seats in front of her (and nearest the aisle) who seems to suffer from some sort of disorder (causing him to be mentally “slow”) as well as possibly being a prisoner rather than an agent.

Eventually, when on another (longer) airplane trip with many civilians, we land near a potentially dangerous area, although it is reported that many of the enemy had been killed. However, there still may be a double agent or two or a few members of paramilitary groups left in certain areas near the airport. There are still paramilitary groups planning to kill all wild cats (even those that are on the endangered list), followed by other meat-eating animals.

I somehow miss my perfectly-timed cue to leave the airplane in a slow “perfect” way as other agents leave in a planned one-at-a-time progression, so, in order to keep all the other agents safe in their present location, I must remain on the airplane as only civilians now board, being the only agent left on the airplane. This does not bother me all that much, as it is possible I will be the only living agent left in the region if anything goes wrong. Many of the passengers are female and of various ages.

One of them looks at me directly, asking “Who are you?” and smiles happily. She seems like an average person, quite naive, yet very good-natured and friendly. I hear a few other people asking about me in other seats on the airplane, mostly as “who is he” or “who is that”.

“He is our Protector,” says another girl (and I then wonder if I am supposed to be recognized as an agent by the general public). She says it like pro-TECH-tore (dramatically rhyming with “ore” rather than “her”). I feel a bit strange. I feel a sense of universality; that is, I feel as if my mind is “all mind”/“the only mind” for awhile. It is not a lonely feeling as a whole - as there are always other energies, yet all of them are “my” energies (at least on the airplane) as if I am “everything” and always have been “everything”. I ponder this awareness for several minutes, but I look down and notice bread crumbs on my suit and begin to brush them off. More and more bread crumbs gather on the floor of the airplane near my feet and I sort of feel a bit embarrassed by this (I do not even remember having eaten anything - perhaps it was quite some time ago, perhaps a sandwich or two from a vending machine at or near a gas/petrol station). An older lady, who is standing for a time (unlike most of the other passengers), starts talking about many people being “hamsters” with a comment about how they “stink” in some locations of the world (even certain restaurants), yet it is not in a cruel way, just sort of comedic - and almost feels as if she is sharing a recipe (yet in getting certain ingredients from restaurants - does not make sense) with some of the other people. More and more bread piles up near my feet until some “crumbs” are as big as an entire loaf of bread. This is bound to draw too much attention, but I do not say anything, and anyway, the airplane is about to take off. I am a consciousness that will remain here until I am elsewhere - “the last agent”.

“The living bread is with us,” comments another person, “We are safe for now”. I am not sure what is going to happen; I feel a growing sense of infinity. I wait for the airplane to take off (it seems to grow larger and larger and I seem to be in a seat in the first row - but the directional orientation seems to have changed from before) but I slowly wake up instead.

The scholastic “mitosis” acronym, PMAT (Prophase Metaphase Anaphase Telophase) can also stand for:

Political-Military Action Team (PMAT)

It includes things like “Coordinate military operations with the National Joint Operations and Intelligence Center (NJOIC), geographic combatant command centers, and the Department Operations Center.” and “Process diplomatic aircraft and ship clearance applications or amendments – and handle related interagency inquiries – on nights, weekends, & holidays.”

I'm on a bus with Daz and Josh D(D&J). We get dropped off near Blitz. Josh grabs a hose and places it on the side of the road. He turns on the hose so it's shooting over the top of the road. I run across the road with them and I get wet from the hose. I'm walking up hill, heading towards Josh's work friends house. I suddenly realize I have have not bought my going-out clothes, and I'm furious.

I'm now in a room with D&J and random people. Josh is having a dig at me for some reason and is making fun of me using face wash etc. Daryl takes notice of his rudeness and isn't too impressed with Josh. I don't bite back at all and just let Josh dig his own grave by allowing him to keep assaulting me for no reason.
I see Josh on the ground, and he's tickling a child on the ground in a playful manner. The father picks up the child off of the ground and threatens the child and tells the driver about what had happened.

I walk into a bedroom which is suppose to be a bus. Josh's goes over to the bed to claim it, while Daz and myself sit on the chairs. I ask Josh about what was being said earlier, so he could dig himself even more of a hole.
I look through the window of the room and see a beautiful golden door that looked like a hand was coming out, like a 3D effect. It had pictures of people around the door and soon realized it was a Scientology building. I look to the side of the building to see how big the place is, and it's a decent sized building. I tell D&J, wouldn't it be interesting to see what is on the other side of that door. Daz says something that isn't in favor of the teaching of Scientology.

We're on another bus, with a lot of other people. I see a little Asian child, and she is repeating something over and over. The bus goes quite, and I break the silence by saying what the child said earlier. Everyone starts laughing, but especially the lady in front of me. It was one of those delayed laughs that end up being very hilarious. 2 Asian ladies leave the bus and I assume that they're the mother of the child but they're not.
I see a baby running up and down the bus pulling on her belly button, which extends 6-7 inches out of her stomach. She seems to be stroking it. I feel a little sickened and so does the guy across from him. I begin to wake up and try to DEILD, but I couldn't hold back my laughter, from thinking about what I just saw, and fail to DEILD.

I'm inside a warehouse with Daz and Anna. I see a bag of flower underneath the garage door. The door starts to close, and I quickly try and get through the small opening or try and move the flower, but I get there too late. I can see a man with a grenade launcher. He shoots off a grenade and it explodes not too far from me. It looked pretty amazing seeing the explosion. I think I'm at a army base and try and have a sneak passed the guy that shot the grenade. I only get a small glimpse of what looked like an Army Tank.

I'm now in a room with Daz and he is holding his cock pills. I hug Daz for some reason and he hugs me back and kisses me on the cheek.

I'm with Anna and I feel horny and want to have sex with her, even though she has a boyfriend. I expect it to be OK, cause there's nothing to it, no emotion, just sex.

I'm laying in bed with Anna and Daz is behind us.

In dream i tried to enter in lucid with finger technique, but didn't succed, stood up, but decided to count fingers. They were thick a bit, and on the other hand there were six fingers. I was in the autumn forest. There was a road and i walked on it. Soon i saw a cafe and decided to make a race here. I asked DCs to come and from the third attempt they came. There were 9 DCs.I put them in 2 rows. I showed them a tree in 20 meteres. There would be finish ( after last attempt i decided to run on the short distance )I said START! and we ran. I was the third at the finish. Not bad result Then there was a door and it lead to the street in the center of a town. I went there, but then return, because i wanted to turn a nut into a squirrel ( recently i was in a zoo and fed squirrels with a nuts) I summoned a nut in my porcket, and went into the forest through the door. a squirrel touched my legs. It wasn't wild. I stroked it and said that i need something more. I put my nut on the table and stared at it. In a second there was a pretty fluffy baby-squirrel. I felt happy and awoke.

I was walking along this bridge with planks and was walking towards my cousin who was climbing this high bridge that split into two at one point which I tried running after him and then I saw him come down and we started walking down together because I was scared for him. We were near the edge of this cliff but we were walking down this planked bridge going towards a cruise liner to get on it since I dream about those a lot. After that I remember we were getting on a boat and then the boat was taking off and I was taking pictures with my phone but this mini boat was taking off the port and I threw my phone to the other deck so I didnt go into the water with my phone but my phone didnt make because it fell in the water and so did I. Then afterwards I remember I got back up on the deck and went to the cruise liner to go eat at the buffet that had like 4 salons full of gourmet food. I also remember seeing a girl in line from my high school her name is Mikaela who is smoking hot and I started speaking with her and doing my thing. After that I remember I was laying down on her lap after eating a gourmet feast that I was enjoy tremendously because the food impacted me immensely on that cruise ship.

I had 3 lucid dreams on the 20th. I actually had ONLY lucid dreams on the 20th:

1. I don't recall what I was doing prior to the first dream, but I "came to" in a room near a mirror (mirrors tend to make me lucid - something about looking at myself). I looked in the mirror after attaining lucidity and thought "I don't look like that!"
I closed my eyes and forced my face to conform to non-dream reality, and looked again. This time I actually looked like myself. I inspected my face, and decided I was satisfied.
I tried the "mirror trick" where I close my eyes and pretend a DC is behind me, then check my reflection. I was trying to summon Warlock, because he's a lot of fun to hang out with (lucid or non), but he wouldn't show up. I decided it was because he was busy, rather than it being due to a lack of dream control.
I decided it would be fun to make myself into a cartoon, but the dream was fading. I tried lifting my hand to my face, so I could inspect it and try to make it cartoony, but I felt my non-dream hand move. Interestingly, I "felt" myself bring it up to my face, BUT I know I couldn't have moved it that much with that much coordination. The "black fog" was setting in, and I think it was actually an illusion of moving my non-dream hand created by my mind because it was expecting the dream to end.

I woke up, rolled over, went back to sleep.

2. I dreamed I was in a Cadillac being driven by Buddy from Six String Samurai, and I think the kid was in the back seat. We were trying to find something, but the road was blocked off, so instead we went down a road that said Do Not Enter. I voiced my objections, but we kept going. We were on an overpass very high off the ground. It curved sharply, and was a very smooth and even light grey color, with no highway markings. We were going ~120 mph. I expected us to go over the side of the overpass... so naturally, we did. As we were falling, I realized I was dreaming. I tried to stop the car in mid-air, but when I attempted to exert control, everything went black. I woke up irritated.

I decided to try WILD:

3. I made it through the "wind tunnel", which tends to be uncomfortable.
I was hanging in the void, 3D darkness, aware that I was asleep, but there was no "Stage" to enter.
There were little ribbons of color sort of sparkling but not really sparkling in the void because there was no light. Think of it as being different colors of black, like an Aurora Borealis that is all black. It's black, but it's a color - red, or green, or blue, but with no light. Colored darkness. It drifts.

I saw curls of gray-white "smoke", more physical than the rest. I tried to form it into a dream, played with it, tried to make it into something, but all I could do was manipulate it a bit and blow it around.
Eventually, after playing with the "smoke" for a while, I got bored and slipped back into non-lucidity.

On the 21st:
I dreamed some people (a husband and wife) wanted to buy a timeshare. They were both kind of chunky, with black hair. They spent $1200 just to tour the place, and it was not what they were promised. They were out $1200 and very disappointed. It was basically kind of a crappily built poured-cement condo dressed up a little bit. The mall and pool area required you to cover your head with a towel when you wanted to be there. There were people there (a few) but they were oddly emaciated, looked sketchy, and weren't doing much.

21.10.2013

I wont $15,000,000 at the slots. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to a bar that had different slots machines. I felt like trying my luck with $1. As I pulled the bill out, it was $100... I was like no way... and looked into my wallet for a $1. All I found among other bills, was a $5, but it felt okay, wasn't much.

The slot machine would roll itself and give prices. I got a price where I won $18, I was happy due making a profit already. Then a bonus came up and I had to choose among a few icons. I chose the x-mas icon and I saw an iron ball going through different paths (like mouse trap game) and the ball fell off the path and I got a "You lost" message, and saw like a golden present shattering. I figured I lost a good bonus, oh well, was still winning.

After a few rolls, the slot machine went berserk, announcing I won $15,000,000 jackpot. I woke up from excitement.

21.10.2013

Reaching the little island. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a hotel that was by the beach. There was some last minute even going on. We were picking up all our stuff from our rooms, as if we were living there for a long time, more than a hotel it appeared to be college.

There was an event to say the good bye to everybody and they allowed for one day to smoke inside the institute, as it was the last day. I was preparing my suitcase and I was trying to put my computer inside, a desktop computer that's it. We had a coupon to buy stuff for someone else, and I decided I could buy it for O. I approached at her and right away and she told me she wanted to spend some time with me. She pointed at a small rocky island that was about 40 feet from the coast. She told me to meet there with her.

I walked to the beach, but there were some obstacles on the way. I climbed a wooded structure that almost broke under my feet. I started to swim and I saw bombs coming my way, such bombs could stun and wake u up. (note despite the topic I was not lucid) so I tried to avoid the bombs, till I got to the island.

I bit after I got to her, I woke up.

i wandered into some bathroom where all sorts of weird figures were doing stuff and i realized by looking at the mirror that it was a dream . ilooked to the door to some girlboy walking out and i said fuck you for no reason.

then i looked in the mirror and tried to stabalize the dream by repeating to myself this is a lucid dream. i rubbed my hands and tried to see them but it faded fast.

Two fragments... it's all I got for today.

First, I was at a mall and then the mall's parking lot. It was also a sort of supermarket.

The second, I was at uni.

In both of those, I was either running or hiding. I'm pretty sure I was a vampire on the first one. I was strong and fast, but I didn't want people to know and there were stronger and faster vampires looking for me.

I wish I could remember more. I woke up from both dreams feeling like I had lived a very cool adventure.

3rd person, Julia's fighting something from a distance and thinking that at this rate she'll run out of supplies. She's thinking about trying to start a dialogue.

Loosely FMA-based: I/Mustang am skimming a file Julia/Hawkeye wrote, something private or at least not intended for me to read. The text's very small and I don't bother reading it in detail, but it has to do with problems she saw in the military. There's photos with it, mostly pictures of us and someone else who'd joined up with us when we were younger; the last picture is of our whole unit on a train, out of uniform. Unlike the text, they're all positive images.

On that train, when that last photo was taken. I'm waking up and realizing me and Winry fell asleep sitting up, she's wound up leaning against me, the table in front of us is covered in papers, diagrams, there's a bowl of something next to me that's gone cold. Switches to 3rd person, showing us and the rest of the unit, some other people who've been working with us, and Julia/Hawkeye sitting a little apart. She's looking around at all of us and feeling fond but conflicted: she's always had to stay a little aloof, because she can't let us find out she's working against us.

I've decided from now on I will title all of my dreams. I won't color code yet since I haven't really expanded in that in the dream world yet and I am still working on becoming lucid more often than rarely

Discarded Arena

I was in some sort of arena that looked as though it was revamped but just for this dream. It was similar to a circus arena except instead of there being a large circular opening in the middle with seating all the way up the sides there was a circular middle still, but seating around the circle, like at a camp ground near a camp fire or something. With short notice I knew what was happening and to my surprise there was supposed to be some battle between people and their superhero appearance. This one guy had was dressed up in all blue and people were cheering at him, I thought he was kind of lame looking. He then called over to me and told me he would give me one free game. I suddenly agreed to this and asked him, "wait, what kind of game?" We were aside the arena when he told me they were vintage video games from the 90's. All of them looked to be nintendo 64 games because of the way the cartridges looked except the game titles themselves were exclusive to the nintendo, the first console. The titles included super mario brothers 3, and the other ones were ones I never heard of before that included super mario brothers return of castle crashers and some included beast taming and such. I of course choose to pick the ones I never heard of before, but then get distracted by a conversation of glowing appearance to the side of me. The all of the sudden its like I'm in elementary school again. I'm running with people I used to recognize from elementary school from real life out of the arena (we ran like we did to lunch XD). I asked what was happening but somebody finally said they were closing "it", it which would be the arena. It seemed as if the place was never real to begin with and I start thinking about my fake journey through dreams which is actually me trying to remember from waking life that I wanted to have a journey lucid dreaming but I failed, yet again. While I am thinking, I am running in slow motion towards this iron gate still. It seemed as if though I was running for the life of me but getting no where with all the effort I was putting into my running. The gated area reminded me of the entrance and exit of a amusement park. It wasn't amusing to me at all though and reminded me of prison. I was then thinking I hope the fence doesn't close yet, then it did, right after the last person escaped. I never once thought "Maybe I closed the gate?" since it was on command to my thoughts. Nope, instead I decided to climb the gate and escape. END

Ritual Coffee Shop

The next dream I had just bought a coffee shop and had some co-workers or dream friends to work at this coffee shop for me. I was unloading some very strange Halloween decorations from the trunk which included a couple of giant eyes pasted to a candle stick holder, a pumkin head, and some other strange things. I was on my way to decorating this coffee shop when it was then revealed to me why the coffee shop was even for sell in the first place. In a movie sequence I was shown that there was some sort of wiccan ceremony held in the coffee shop and that whatever they cast through the ritual meeting killed them. Then I was back near the trunk of the car where a dream character friend was explaining to me this scenario. I told the friend of mine that they were just fooling around with spooky ideas and that it was very creative but very unlikely to have actually happened. I then unloaded to decorations, start walking to the coffee shop when all of the sudden the dream starts playing Halloween like music and ENDS.

00:00 Mon 2013-10-21
01:14 bedtime, temp 17C -- 1 hour behind schedule, but I wanted to finish "Matrix Reloaded"
03:02
F1) Trying to make a destination by a certain time, ahead of others: a man and a woman, large open outdoor field. Our paths intersect, we come together, they edge ahead of me.
06:23
1) I'm standing in a hallway in a multi-level structure like a big ship. I'm talking to someone above me through the ceiling. Then someone else up through another stairway/hole in the ceiling asks about whether it's safe. I say "There's no way a return value from a toilet can harm you unless you apply the value to your body."

F2) Instrument (B). Written instructions on how to modify the instrument, how to pound the high D key into the wood in order to stabilize playing the high E.

2) standing with people in an outdoor kitchen at a tall counter. There are jars of condiments on the counter. Playing with people, singing some tunes. I hit a note very high for me with full opera quality that gets everybody's attention. It's beautiful. A conductor comes up and says, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Everybody, let's start playing this opera! He starts getting ready to conduct the opera. I'm scrambling around looking for my music. The conductor is a short and swarthy man. He's conducting and I'm looking for my notes in his pile of music and other places. I find a few excerpts but not the full notes.

F3) arriving home with a woman. I say "hey, you should give me a quick welcome home kiss." After a quick kiss then I say "that's not good enough." Then she (short-haired redhead, DS) gives me a deeper kiss with rough tongue action which is not pleasant. Then she says I'm not giving enough. (WL, Matrix Reloaded kiss scene).

3) I'm searching for a composer, who lives in an odd house, which is like small chunks of living space down a multi-level spiraling scaffolding. I start at the top very high and descend down the levels, jumping down level to level. He's talking about the piece that he's created. It's a performance piece about a man who moves on the ground like a snake, inches around. The guy is really proud of the special effect he's created, where the man moves without any visible physical means: crawling along the floor, very slowly at first, you can barely see he's moving, then he crawls faster and faster. There are a bunch of people standing in the room, and someone says "for the first time in history, people will move across a room without any visible means of movement."

06:31 MILD using these scenes. 14C temp, air matress plug popped, have to replace with another for now, looks like I'm getting a WBTB after all.
06:56 BTB
08:33
4) Driving a car at high speed through underground maze, like a huge sewer tunnel but clean and lined with huge white tiles and well-lit. Rectangular cross section. I'm driving at extremely high speed, jumping off ramps and floating through the air. I imagine that I have previously walked through this maze before. I'm avoiding people in this maze, I need to get through a gate (DS), I can't get through the gate, there is a women helping me. There are various kinds of access cards in all kinds of languages and all kinds of currency, including alien currency. We go through all kinds of cards and all kinds of thoughts but we can't open the gate. She finally looks in her purse and finds one more card, she puts it in the reader and the gate opens. We quickly turn the card reader over and read its display so we can see what kind of reader it is and how much currency is left on it. I read "FLM" or "FLAM" on the display but there is no indication of a balance. She says "there's no balance shown." We keep going.

09:35 voice recorder malfunction! 4.5 minutes of recall detail lost! SH!T! There's got to be at least several dreams in there with good detail. What a bummer. Good reason to transcribe right after getting up! From memory:

F4) Going into a room, like a dorm room, there are lots of people around. Insdie a room, at first I think there's room only for one person. The bed is to the back in a small alcove with a low roof where the bed is. I see another bed and think "ah ok this is a two-person room". The beds are on the ground. I think this used to be my room. Visiting friends at college?

10:17
5) Big strong police woman stopping people with improper packages on their cars. Guy says he can't get his window open, so she comes and lifts the entire door off with her hands. I'm driving on the driver's side, she takes off the front passenger door. She is wearing a tank top, and I see as she's flexing with arms spread out to the sides. She's muscular and I see black stubble in her armpits. I say (to a friend outside?) "damn, look at her she's BUFF! She works out! She's buff!". She throws the door down. She lets us go. Her attention turns to another motorist, whom she stops. Some woman with presents and boxes strapped to the outside of her car, around the windshield and hood, on both sides of the car. They're coming undone and she's trying to tie them back on. I think "O man she's going to get it, that cop does NOT LIKE packages strapped to the outside of cars!"

6) Rocket engine fireworks. Instead of fireworks it's a giant collection of rocket ships. I see the rocket take off with an fiery strong intense/bright yellow/orange flame out the bottom. It flies slowly up for a while, then turns down and faces towards the ground. The crowd gasps: "AAAAAaaa!". I remove myself from the immediate view area for safety behind a roof/house, and I'm moving around / peering around to fully see the flight of the rocket. Then it turns up again and separates into all of its different 4-5 smaller rocket pieces. They swoops up, down, and all around. Then they rejoin into a single rocket and goes up, up, up. Then up and down, at one point it leaves a trail of bright yellow pinpoint dots behind it as a finale, then it disappears and the show's over.

10:24 get up temp 16C, window cracked 1 inch, new heater next to bed, first setting, dial at 3 oclock (75%), good sleeping conditions, small window in kitchen cracked 1 inch open. could sleep more but time to get up. white cotton socks, 3 blankets on top of comforter.

Night of October 21, 2013. Monday.



There are two sections of my dream that seem directly connected, yet are also highly incongruous from one event to the next - and the level of vividness and awareness changes to near-lucidity. Firstly, there seems to be a large, valuable, mostly green frog statue (part of an old water fountain?) of about half the size of a person and in an upright position. I believe it is near the kitchen entrance on a chest-of-drawers. Somehow it falls over (my fault? unsure) and is lying on the floor. I first think it is undamaged, but notice more and more sections, as I lift it up from having been face-down on the floor, where a larger, thinner piece was chipped off, each of which I pick up and align back on the statue (having turned it over on its back). The areas from where the pieces were chipped off are white and somewhat powdery, similar to how certain cheap, already damaged knickknacks look in bargain retail stores. However, if I set the statue upright again, the pieces, although all aligned, would likely not stay on, so I think of using some sort of glue that I see nearby, the container about the size of a milk bottle…

Scene shift to…the bottle of “glue” turns out to be body-paint. I am part of a scenario that seems to be when my wife and I were much younger, possibly a few years before we met, although we are both at my sister’s house in Wisconsin. Her unearthly beauty radiates as she uses the paint to cover her face and entire body in a “poetic” ritual-like way. The paint shines on her in a glossy bluish-black as she walks around (unclothed) in various rooms, but primarily the kitchen. There is also the awareness that it is actually the future, where it is a trend (especially with older teenagers) to use body-paint at social venues, including this shiny black, purple, and an unusual sort of very dark coppery tone. She is almost like a tulpa template, but without the glow from the inside going out, rather a silvery sheen on the outside of her skin at times.

In the next scene, I am on the porch - but it is not clear what porch this was - as it almost seems like the one of someone I knew years ago - but could also be at the same (sister’s) house as the previous events. It also feels like our last address somewhat. Using logic, it mostly seems like a composite of our last home’s porch and a sister’s due to the (unknown) man in my dream walking from around the right side, outside, which would have been our driveway in real life, or, relating to my sister’s house, a sidewalk going to the upstairs entrance at the side.

The young blonde man of about twenty seems to be a backpacker, possibly from the Netherlands (this is possibly an altered replay of a real-life event when, thanks to a sign the council put up on our fence prior to our moving, various people thought the house was vacant - even throwing rocks at the windows - the police, as usual, showing a cheerful total disinterest - and a pair of Netherlands backpackers were even planning on climbing over the fence and trying to find a way in). I think he is walking to the front of the house due to the other person not being home (which would seem to be an unknown person or persons living upstairs - the “upstairs” only existing at my sister’s house and not ours in Australia - even though it feels a little more like our last address in this part of my dream). He stops just outside the front door of the porch, but is able to reach through the porch windows (in real life, we had jalousie windows around the porch and this would have been very difficult, and impossible with the large cardboard box he had).

I am caught up in a role of mistaken identification but showing total patience (recurring). He hands me a large cardboard box which he received in the mail, saying that the diorama had been “revoked” for some reason as if I am supposed to easily solve his problem somehow. I have no idea what the issue is, but play along. I am not sure if I am supposed to give him his money back, replace it with a different one, or just take it and perhaps give it to someone else. I am also not sure of why it was “revoked”. Perhaps it is not an authentic model or something, or not an authentic portrayal, historically. Perhaps he even entered it in a contest and was blackballed from entering anymore contests. When he hands me the box, he moves his hand away from under one corner, and, not knowing a flap was missing at the bottom, I take the box and some of the contents fall all over the floor through the bottom - this being several miniature soldiers and some other items. Looking down into the box, I see that about fifty percent of the diorama is glued into place, including other toy soldiers still in position.

I apologize to him and pick up all the small pieces and figures (of which there are at least ten or so) to put them back onto the platform of the model, which is a battle scene (a “skirmish”) with a few tanks and soldiers and other features. My mistaken role causes no concern or anger on my part. I look closely at the platform of the model and see what looks like a very small order form or record table with the word “Google” on it, as well as the word “revoked” appearing a few times in red. I am still not sure what the whole thing means even as I wake - and just as I wake, I feel a bit sad at not being able to resolve his issue (recurring) even though I was not the person he was looking for - and even knowing it was a dream.

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Had much shorter dreams than the night before but oh well.

Dream 1: I saw my sister with nail polish on and I asked her who she did it with she said Molly M. (not gonna give the full name on here) I went downstairs and started watching a movie with two friends, one of them was a fwb I had about a year ago, the other was just some random guy I barely know. As we were watching the movie she kept like slightly moving her legs and gesturing over towards my room like she wanted to f***, but didn't want the other guy to notice. So I got up and started walking to my room and she followed. I walked in my bathroom on the way and my shower and toilet were like full of nail polish shit. She was like oh me and Molly were doing nail polish. I asked her Molly H? she said no Molly M. (except in real life it was their full last names) So I tried to avoid the nail polish stuff while peeing in the toilet but i just covered everything with piss lol. I think the dream ended there

Dream 2: I was in a long car drive with my Dad and my Grandpa. There were a bunch of TV's in the car and I was flipping through channels, there was this one Resident Evil movie that only appears in my dreams. Me and my grandpa tried to find something interesting but there was nothing. Then my dad asks if we can just listen to the game on the radio. I ask him if its just on tv so we can hear it and see it and says no cause they only hold the rights to play it on the radio or something. Next thing I know we are stopping and getting out of the car. Theres this parking lot and kangaroos are walking around. Everyone lets them walk by and even walk up close to them but I stay away because I know they can punch the crap out of somebody. Pretty soon everyones trying to hide behind each other and the kangaroos are kind of walking towards us as we back up and we all just get in the cars and leave. It starts raining and I noticed my sister hasn't gotten in the car yet. So me and my brother are in one car and I drive out a bit before I realize everyone left her there. So I'm driving around there in the rain looking for her when the dream ends.