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I'm in the passenger seat of a car with my cousin Russ and friends. As we're about to come to a stop, he bumps into a pedestrian. The pedestrian is pissed off, and punches the car. Russ gets out of the car to fight the guy, and I see another guy with the pedestrian and he's tall black and solid. I get out too help Russ, and I go straight too the black guy. We're now in more of an open space and I use my speed and agility to my advantage, where I punch someone then quickly move out of their range so they can't hit me. Except I took the move away to another level, I would hit then run 10 metres away. I would repeat this process. I focused on fighting the pedestrian. I was running away to bide some time for Russ, so he could get away. It's time for me to bail out of this fight, and I see a few booths that look like buses, and give you the option to choose 1 of 4 or so doors. I assume that Russ and the others are in one of these booths and I didn't have any idea which one they were in. I decide to just run away.

I realise I'm at a train station, which is like a locked in community. The only way to get in and our of the station was through clearance. I don't have a phone and don't remember any ones phone number to call, so I can meet up with them.

I reach an area where you depart from and as I'm about to enter through the the door, I hear an announcement saying about the incident I was involved in earlier. The video was being shown in the room I was about to enter. The video made me and Russ out to be the bad guys. I have to find another way out and try another way out.

I'm in another area, where I see quite a few people. I walk passed Kristy (Barnetts EX) and they say hi as I pass and I throw my up and wave over my head while I keep walking.

I see buses on the other side of the fences and I look to see if I could scale the fence to escape.

Lentils, and colour feed and white mouse (Buckellow).

Last part of dream I walked through a door into a room where an elegant unfamiliar 50+ woman was taking a bath (with bubble-bath). I don't remember her holding champagne but that was the relaxed happy atmosphere. There was a big, twin, old fashion bath beside the one she was in and she motioned that it was for me.

I remember thinking that I won't get my hair wet because my hair is clean but I really want to luxuriate in that lovelybubble-bath, bath.

I remember I must have had 3 zipper coats on because I pulled down 3 zippers as I began undressing. (end of dream.)

Dream 1(fragment):

Some futuristic place.

Dream 2:

I was in some video game and i was in a dungeon of some kind. I had to find way out of it while solving puzzles together with the team and there was also this narrator/dungeon master voice that was taunting us. Also at some points i could switch to top-down view where game was becoming something like creeper world 3 and i had to solve puzzle by building nodes and relays. There were various enemies to fight too.
Then at one point our forms changed to dragon forms randomly and then we have found way outside. We have entered big courtyard-like place and it was night, there was a gate leading indoors to the right and a gate leading out to the left and i had free access to node-relay building interface. The switch to open gate out was waaaay behind gate to the right, but i knew unintended way around it that we could win by connecting relays through like 1 pixel gap in left gate. We decided to take a look at the normal way first, it was white/grey indoor area and enemies started spawning here shortly, but not just normal enemies, but whole groups of most elite and powerful enemies in the game. There were three types of them: Robotic soldiers with swords, Robotic soldier leaders, which had different head than normal, and some kind of brown crab-like mechas. We were able to fight them though due to our forms, but they just kept coming infinitely so i used that unintended wayaround to trigger the exit.
We suddenly got teleported into new area and dungeon master voice was congratulating us, there were a few entrances to the next area, some of them were too small for us but we have found one through which we could fit. The next room was an shop-like kind of area where we could use winning points to buy some stuff for the next game, also points were awarded not only for winning but also for various stuff like finding hidden things. The most points reward on the list, which we haven't done, was for killing an unique rat enemy that was so hidden that none of players have found him so far.

Dream 3(fragments):

There was a story about dragons that came to some kind of ruins and started uncovering them because there was some important artifact hidden.

Dreamsign Missed opportunity

Clark's advice
I'm walking around in a bare house listening to Clark Howard on the radio. A man has called in complaining about discrimination against him at work. He says that for years, he's had ??? on his computer, but recently they decided that wasn't appropriate. The guy rambles, never really getting to the point, and Clark is getting annoyed with him. When he finally does get to the point, Clark is quiet for a while, and the guy says something like "Are you still there?" which annoys Clark even more. As Clark keeps asking him questions, the story changes. It's no longer ???, but now it's games the guys plays on his computer. He still doesn't see it as a problem. Now it seems that Clark has managed to remote into the guy's computer and is poking around. He doesn't find the ??? or the games - instead, he finds porn, and he tells the guy that he could be fired for that.

Graduation + bad driver
I'm at the Christ College graduation. I'm hearing (maybe giving?) a commentary on what's going on and what I'm seeing. My viewpoint is drifting slowly over a path as it winds back and forth across a small stream, past flowers, and eventually reaches a single banquet table. At the table are the president of the school, my father, and four young men who are graduating. I know one of them, and I'm acquainted with one of his friends. The banquet table is sitting out on the grass. It's a beautiful day.

Now I'm walking down the street after leaving the graduation, and I see the two graduates I know. I go up to them and comment that I'm amazed they've left already, and that at Tech the graduation would be going on for hours yet. I had to interrupt their conversation to say it, and it took some effort to get their attention. Both of them are dressed in black suites with a splash of red - maybe a flower?

Now I'm in a parking lot with my wife and kids. A guy in a small red SUV comes in too fast near us and does a terrible parking job. He's just letting his family out, so he doesn't care. He's entered his spot at a fourty-five degree angle, and the side of his car is a fraction of an inch from the bumper of car in the next spot over. My family was nearby, and I'm amazed he didn't hit them.

Now it turns out that he was so close to them that they got pushed inside his car, and we're all in his rear cargo area. Now the car is driving back out of the parking lot. I try to get the guy's attention and ask him to stop the car so we can get out. He sort of acknowledges me, but he keeps driving. I don't know what to say. My wife says he lives on the island, as if that somehow explains it. I think that maybe he's taking us to a better place to drop us off, but then I realize we'll have to walk back to the car. I have a moment of confusion as I can't remember where the car is. I remember that it's where I was talking to the graduates, but I also remember that it's in the parking lot we just left.

For some reason, I don't want to speak my thoughts aloud to my wife. I consider writing them on the tablet, but that's too slow. I'm reminded of the trouble Robert had in Rainbow's End when he first started wearing and was using the eye-board.
Now we're at an intersection. It's just a 2-lane road either direction. As we're waiting to go, I notice he's listening to the radio.

Pizza and a baby
I'm taking my baby and another of my children into a pizza place to pick up our pizza. I'm not sure how I'm going to hold the baby and the box of pizza at the same time.

I'm saying "Amen," the end of an exorcism. I'd been dealing with a demon and got in over my head, and I'm conflicted about whether exorcising it is the right thing to do - seems rude, you can't go around summoning people up and then flipping out at them - but either way it's been kicked out now, laughing as it leaves, which is never a good sign. I float back down the hall to bed, observing the lack of footsteps, and then get into bed, surprising the cat.

(Woke up, about half an hour after going to sleep. The cat had curled up at the foot of the bed while I was asleep.)

A fragment with a character who's king of a small people who don't necessarily want him - he's traveling.

A guy who runs a tavern screwed up a recipe, using potato instead of sweet potato, and his house elf tried to help by offering some spices to cover the taste, so the master blames it all on the house elf, starts yelling at it, then hitting it. I'm seeing this as I'm walking past the door, and I'm thinking that this is a particularly ugly house elf, only one eye and covered in bruises - but then house elves always look a little suspicious. Which makes me think - they're also very traditional, and use the term 'Dark Lord' rather than 'You Know Who,' so I wonder if maybe I could entrust it with a certain thing I need taken care of - but when I start to talk to it, it gets scared and disappears off to wherever it is house elves go.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Fragment of a scene involving a teenage guy talking to a vampire woman carrying a sword. Now he's home and sitting down on the couch, and the dream switches to 3rd person to focus on his father's husband, who'd been at his desk in the same room but goes to the door now to accept a delivery.

The guy at the door is a friend, or a professional contact anyway, someone who's personally delivering a book he'd requested. It's a living book. His friend delivering it warns him that he'll need it back tomorrow, someone else had reserved it. The man says that's fine, he just needed to speak with her - the spirit in the book - tonight. Although he doesn't say it out loud, there's something going on tomorrow that he's worried about, and he wants to talk it over with her. He's also thinking about a new room that's being built. The man who delivered the book says she's been reading sheet music lately; although he doesn't need to say it out loud, it's an implied request for the guy borrowing the book to provide her with some sheet music when he's done talking with her, as she doesn't like being left alone with nothing to read.

The first of several gods is watching the first humans age, and aging himself to match the oldest of them.

I'm walking past a shrine on a holiday, and hearing kids sing a song that I recognize as being part of a game like tag or hide and seek. There's a cloud of something floating in the air, I can't tell if it's tiny petals or some kind of dust, but it floats through the shrine gate and where it gathers I see a brief image of some great horned creature.

There's some futuristic family watching a concert, wearing shoes that let them fly, but the youngest girl can't get hers to work right, can't sit still, keeps flying off in different directions. Finally her mother catches her and makes her turn the shoes off, angry with her.

Morning of October 18, 2013. Friday.



There was a longer series of dreams with a lot of facets, but I will try to summarize one without taking up several pages in detail and isolating the clearer, stronger events of this particular longer one and work with another three or four in a different entry.

In one setting, we are living in a composite of the house we lived in in Wavell Heights (Queensland, Australia) and my old Cubitis home (Florida, USA). It is probably about ninety percent Wavell Heights, including most of the outside and yard area, and about ten percent Cubitis, although the directional orientation I will use is relevant to the feeling of Cubitis. In one scene, I am lying on the floor on my side near the entrance of the kitchenette, my head to the south and my body facing west. My wife is at a table close by and working on a computer. In real life, even when younger, I spent time lying on the floor to stay cooler, especially in this extreme heat. The kitchenette is different in that the south wall seems to be part of a corner of the house and has a smaller jalousie window above the sink and between the taller wooden wall cupboards (which in real life was just a solid wall on the opposite side of the bathroom). A neighbor (unknown dark-haired young woman of about twenty-five) moves one of the middle jalousie panes thus opening the entire window to peer through. Apparently she thinks we are intruders and although I think of calling the police, we do not, as the other person (who seems to be with someone) is also planning to call the police.

In another scene, outside, there is a very large white opossum that is able to jump from a tree farther back in the backyard (near the implied alley) all the way to the treeline in front, on the boulevard, in one leap. There are a total of about four fairly active opossums. This amazing act is mentioned by a few people including myself and it recurs a few times, including with a couple of the others. However, another person a few houses down plans to call the police and firefighters (to get them down from the trees) because of the “dangerous wildlife” in the area, which is also supposedly a disruption to urban life. There is then a false-memory-flashback of a newspaper story of how a baby opossum (now the largest and the one that does the biggest jumps) was taken care of by a few people on a farm and raised by humans (which clarifies the idea that it should never be harmed or taken elsewhere, as it is “now” almost like a well-known city mascot or living symbol) - although my wife had raised an Australian opossum in real life prior to our first contact. This had a precognitive layer, as my wife just now told me of a local fire on a pig farm and the news announcer saying that the workers had to have counseling - as they raised the pigs from babies and most or all of the pigs were killed in the fire (although one account said that one had to be shot). Opossum is usually said to mean “smiling white pig”. This seems quite strange to both of us - as the pigs are killed for food anyway - so it was not like they were solely “pets”.

In another unusual scene, a large Florida black panther is in the area (the last time I saw one in real life was years ago in the swamp where my family lived, but my wife had seen one much more recently here at a show in Australia - and still has a poster from the event), which also prompts someone (possibly the same one who called about the opossums) to call the police and firefighters (so that is three potential police calls thus far in my dream - although you would think there would be an “animal control” team by that point). However, in a highly unlikely confrontation, a small black domestic cat comes up face to face with the panther and hisses and the panther seems terrified and runs away, leaving the neighborhood.

In another scene, some neighbors are at our house, mostly men as they would be dressed on a camping or hunting trip, about five or six other people - all of them Caucasian and Australian (and likely of Brisbane). We seem to be planning to go on a longer camping trip or perhaps just a fishing trip. One (unknown) man of about forty is patronizing me (to the point of insult, it seems) by first seeming to be miming the act of fishing - with casting and reeling motions and such - which apparently becomes an act of miming the swinging or throwing of a tomahawk and he even uses the word “tomahawk” as he finishes his routine. I am annoyed but do not seem to show it. (In real life as a boy I had a toy tomahawk with a wooden handle and a rubber blade, but never owned a real one.) We are in different areas of the room about six feet apart, both of us sitting in smaller wooden chairs. Most of the other men in the room are oriented in a sparse arrangement, some sitting on the vinyl couch, one or two standing. The “gag” seems to be that someone such as myself would throw a tomahawk at the fish to get it rather than catch it and reel it in “normally” as a “proper” fisherman (read westerner).

Later on, there seems to be two monophonic country songs playing at the same time (on an older tape deck which I no longer have), of a style I do not particularly care for. Each track is on one of the two stereo channels. This is actually a trick which an older brother used in real life to archive a larger number of monophonic recordings onto CDs for different relatives in different parts of the world - several done by myself as a boy, some being with my father. In my dream, instead of a balance dial, there are two volume dials - one for each stereo channel, left and right, a fictional feature on each side of the tape deck (which is otherwise only slightly different to the real-life one). I turn one dial down to zero, but the music still seems mixed up with two songs playing, so I mess around adjusting each dial in different ways, trying to work out levels (sixty/forty, etc.) wondering if it is mid-side encoded rather than stereo, which would require a very precise value for each dial to only bring out the one monophonic recording, or so it seems in my dream. I experiment a bit, getting a bit annoyed by the music. Eventually it seems there is only one song playing (a less annoying one by George Strait - “Love is Everything” I think), but there is still a mono copy in each channel which are of slightly different microsecond timing so that there is a figure-eight phasing, causing the sound to seem to move about and swirl in different areas of the room. At that point, my dream becomes less focused. There is yet another person mentioning something about calling the police (fourth instance) related to teenagers loitering near other people’s houses and a litter of puppies and dogs causing noise and irritation (perhaps not the same person who called about the “dangerous wildlife”, not sure as there are a few people walking about in the area, some going on a picnic or school event, I think).

There is one final scene where I (relative to the expectations of a few other people regarding a fight at another location in addition to all the other calls - thus the fifth instance of police-calling in one dream) seem to be waiting for the police, but they never arrive. This seems to be some sort of well-known fact. If the police get calls related to more than one complaint or event in a particular area - it is far beyond their ability to deal with and so they ignore it completely, being only able to mentally and physically focus on one issue in a particular time period in the region. Meanwhile, I get the sense that they (two officers in a police car) are fairly far away waiting for a call in which only one issue is manifesting over a longer time period…

Wow, just had one of the most vivid lucid dreams ever!!! :O

Right, so I was in the middle of a dream (which I'll describe later), when I realised I was dreaming. I was in a kitchen with my cousin, and I decided to do different things. I looked at some plates and glasses, raised my arms a little and said "you'll levitate now!" and they did!!! First time I've ever done that!!!

Then, my cousin was looking at me. I pointed at her and said "I need you to be..." and she changed into Lea Michele. I shook my head and said "Dan". She turned into Daniel Radcliffe. Then I remembered that no, I had to summon myself. I pointed at him and said "be me". He was me. A male me. It was AMAZING!!! I pointed at him. I figured I should ask him/myself if I really am trans. When I asked the question, though... it was him who was asking! I was staring at him and then I said "wait... YOU are the one who asked the question!?" and he shrugged and smiled. So I told him that yes, I AM trans. So he smiled even more and said "so now you know".

After that, I started panicking and thinking that there was so much to be done. I saw a wall and thought that I should go through it. When I jumped against it, I thought it looked so real... and then I crashed into it. I touched it and it was super solid. Then I thought that I HAVE to expect that I'll be able to go through it. I tried again and it worked.

I was in a weird building, I could look down and there was a swimming pool there. It was like a hotel, I guess. I didn't hesitate and jumped down, trying to fly. My flying was terrible. I ended up falling in the pool. The water felt amazing and it was... it was wow, no other way to describe it.

Anyway, I got out of it and there were like four swimming pools there. I saw a dog walking around. For some reason, THAT made me remember that I had to scare a kid. I started running around, poking people's backs and shouting "BOOO" at them. I did this with four people. A woman, a man, a kid and another man. The last man wasn't wearing anything, so I was all "BOOO oh, no, don't turn around, never mind, I'm leaving now"...

I got inside a pool again, but it looked more like the sea... except that it was still a swimming pool. I was still pissed off I hadn't been able to fly, so I tried again with my eyes closed. I felt like I was really high, so I opened my eyes. I was about five inches from the ground. People around me were all staring at me, waiting for me to really do fly. When they realised I couldn't, they all laughed at me.

I looked at the sky and there was this really ugly thing up there, like those family crests things, but super ugly. I turned to the girl next to me and said "wow, that sun is ugly as shit, I want it to change", she shrugged, shook her head at me and said "I kinda like it".

I looked up again, and it had changed. Now there were many of those things, but they were all pretty. They were silver, the sky was black and they looked a bit like the Game Of Thrones family crests. I remember seeing one that was a lion (which reminded me of Gryffindor), one that looked like it was the fire symbol thing from The Hunger Games and one that I couldn't see very clearly, but I knew somehow that it was from Divergent.

I heard singing and realised there was a concert going on where I was. I was like "nah, sing a cool song!" and the music stopped. Then, they started playing "Suddenly I See". I shook my head and said "No, I was expecting the song to be 'Let It Be', play that one!" and the people around me were all booing me. The girl who was next to me shook her head again. Strangely enough, both times she did that, it was like she was amused with me. I could see that she thought it was hilarious how hard I was trying to control my dream.

Anyway, the music stopped. A big screen showed up so that us in the back could see the singers and it was a couple. Behind the huge screen, I saw a tower or something. I wondered if I could move it, so I thought that it should come a bit closer and... I moved it!!!

They started singing "Let It Be" and there were even subtitles! I remember being impressed with everything, because I don't really know the lyrics to that song all that well (I don't know the parts that don't go all "Mother Mary lalala something" or "let it beeee, let it beeee"), so I was all "wow, I may not know them when I'm awake, but it's amazing what the brain really knows!". Well, the lyrics were so damn wrong. Like, at one point, they were singing about the Lake Black Morwood.

Once they got to the chorus, the guy started crying and said "I'm sorry, but I love this woman so much!" and they hugged and kissed and cried together. I turned to the girl next to me and started panicking again. "THERE'S SO MUCH I WANT TO DO WHAT DO I DO NOW WHAT!?" then I remembered I wanted to go to Hogwarts. I figured that it might be too hard so I started running around and shouting "QUICK SOMEONE GIVE ME HARRY'S WAND OR HIS BROOM GIVE ME ANYTHING" and I woke up.

BUT OH MY GOD THIS WAS AN AMAZING LUCID DREAM!!! I did things I had never done before and it lasted quite a while!!! And I even got the basic TOTM done!

EDIT: adding now my other dream and the fragment from this morning!

My fragment is about cats. I remember cats everywhere and it was creepy.

The dream!

It was kinda crazy, cause parts of the dream were actually flashbacks... but okay. I was outside of this country-like restaurant. I was talking to someone who, in my dream, was my cousin. They (no idea if they were a guy or a girl) were friends with this weird girl. She would go inside the restaurant and steal food. It was disgusting food, though, like she'd take the food thrown in the garbage.

I told her she was stupid and that I didn't like her. She got really defensive, but really sad at the same time. I was going to say something else to her, but I was suddenly at the top roof of a building and it was night. There was this important meeting happening and everyone was waiting for the "mayor".

And then the guy enters. He's smiling and waving, very charming, very gracious. For some reason, I don't like him. He seems very fake. The people who were there were mostly journalists and they start an interview with this mayor. I do not remember what he says, but we're all shocked at his answers, like he did something truly awful. I remember the awful thing being related to his daughter.

I'm back to outside of the restaurant with the weird girl. She looks at me and she's been crying. I ask her if she's the mayor's daughter. She nods. And I go back to the top roof. Everybody's freaking out about the mayor said. Someone asks him about his wife.

I'm again with the weird girl. I ask her:"hold on... what DID happen to your mum!?" and then she cries some more and I'm back at the interview. The mayor laughs and says that he killed her after they got divorced. Everybody gasps!

Back to weird girl. "YOUR FATHER KILLED YOUR MUM!?", the girl nods and I feel shit for treating her like crap earlier. I then accept to go inside the restaurant to steal food with her.



Oh, and my lucid dream started like this:

I was at this building and my cousin was participating in some competition or something. It looked like a model thing, but who knows? Anyway, she was talking to this guy and asked me to get her stuff upstairs. I went there and I couldn't really find her things. There was so much crap everywhere, it was hard to tell what belonged to each person. Still, I found a bag that I was sure it was hers.

I went downstairs and the guy she was talking to told me that she had gone to the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and. Whoa. DREAM!

So that's how my LD began.

Night of October 18, 2013. Friday.



I am sitting and relaxing during a work break at night at a small motel I worked at with a maintenance crew in real life over twenty years ago. There is a smaller analogue television in the corner which, at first, is receiving the broadcast of a news report. A little later, there is mostly only snow and static, but soon, the song “Spanish Harlem” (Ben E. King version) starts playing over and over, audio only, with occasional additional video glitches such as horizontal wavy lines and such. However, the song had been altered and distorted (partly relative to the signal - which may be the result of a nearby storm) to where it seems certain frequency bands have been stripped and replaced almost flawlessly so that almost all of the vocals are gone and particular instruments come and go sort of like a dub reggae mix.

Every now and then, the original vocal line “IN…my GAR..den…” is heard abruptly, sometimes causing the other maintenance workers on the longer break to look up or seem confused or annoyed. At these points, there is sometimes also the brief fuzzy video transmission (only about a second or two at different times) of a shadowy female figure (in a cloak?) standing on the outside of a beginning garden, sometimes the “snow” (video term) becoming actual snow relative to the scene, but it mostly seems like a sunny region where the scene takes place. The song transforms into the Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass version, at times seeming like overly loud and overly-compressed-sounding tones coming from old squarish loudspeakers at a bullfight. I enjoy the song, though (one of my older favorites which I also played on the piano fairly often). I am not sure where the broadcast is coming from, or if it is some sort of mix-up of television and radio broadcasts as I have seen in real life in the past from either medium. There is a very slight association with the “Prince of Darkness” movie from 1987. The “broadcast” as at the end of the movie is perhaps coming from my wife thirty or forty years from now, in the future, through some sort of advanced technology sending “broadcasts” directly into my mind (again, as in the movie but in a far more viable and positive light) to give me clues about the present (as it sometimes seemed in dreams when I was very young and as a young adult).

Ok, this time I did not WBTB but woke up around 5 anyways from a dream, so I was almost forced to do WBTB anyways.

Dream 1: Me and my family and cousins were in some sort of apartment watching a football game with weird furniture. It was a weird apartment with one big room with the door then there was a little hallway to bedrooms/bathrooms/etc. People were talking and not paying that much attention to the tv anyways, kind of like a family get together type thing. Anyways someone was trying to flip channels to find the football game and flipped through a news channel that was talking about police chasing an armed gunman outside. Nobody seemed to notice or care but I was very cautious and wondered if he was in the building. So I went up to the door of the apartment which had some weird hand-bar instead of a doorknob, and I had no idea how to lock it. Just as I was trying to figure out how to lock the door a hispanic looking guy my age in a white bandana put his face right into the window of the door. I knew at once this was the armed robber/criminal and a wave of fear went through me, I quickly pulled down the lever and by luck I locked the door, I heard him shoot through the wall to try and kill me. I didn't have enough time to see if he shot me or not because I woke up a couple seconds after I heard the bang.

Woke up at 5 am. Finally managed to get back to sleep around 6 or 6:30. Woke up at 8 and set a timer for 8:15 and went back to sleep. Did not remember to record down any dreams if I had any at that time.

I was thinking about how I would position myself in the apartment if the gunman walked in and with what gun and where to defend my family. I tried to put myself back in the same dream, which worked in some ways and failed in others.

Dream 2: I found myself in a mansion, I was not surrounded by family this time but friends. Me and my friend trey split up and I guess I somehow knew everyone was fending for themselves against something hunting us. We went around the house and eventually came to the garage. There were many cars there and we were thinking about driving away but the thing chasing us might be outside. I was thinking about whether to choose a crappy gun with a lot of ammo or this gun I knew to be a machine gun but I had no idea if it had ammo or not. I shot it at the wall and sure enough bullets came out so we left the garage. As I was leaving I noticed a bike giving off sparks onto the wall, and I knew it would catch fire but we left the garage anyways, didn't have time to put out the fire. After that I somehow knew I had to get up soon, so somehow I knew there was no point in fighting. So me trey and a guy with a whip were testing out the whip and he tried whipping our feet in different ways and we took turns doing it. Trey got whipped by the guy then me then the dream was over... weird lol.

Guess the gun part of the dream came from the first part of the dream, the whip might have came from when I was reading about Frederick Douglass in slavery right before I went to bed.

i'm watching a girl's story. there is a gas station on the street. she steals a car? or parks it wrongly in the median. something falls apart--- finally her cheating and her lying caches up with her and the truth is revealed. we learn the truth, she was not supposed to have her car there, probably not supposed to have that car at all. she was selling things from it and making her way, as a ticking time bomb. you could tell she was resigned to her fate, just trying to manage while she could. maybe she had also retended to be a teacher, and all the deception ws being revealed. i think it was only revealed when she died on that street.
i'm with a group of people. watching the story unfold. this other girl has a family. two families come together. something terrible had happened in the past to her family. they had all been murdered by the Dothraki....the new family she was becoming a part of brought her in under their wind to comfort her, to be her new family, and to also honor the pain she came from and to bring some sort of retribution to the past pain and injustice.




Comments: i have watched the Game of Thrones series a ton and read the books, so family, honor and death are parts of that, as well as the Dothraki, the feeling of having a clan, and the loyalty of family.
I am currently with a new baby. At this time of my life, I have reconnected with my mother, grandmother and brother SO much, and have been considering their role in my life, and mine in theirs... how much i really want to be part of their lives, and have them in mine. in one way, it's so nice to feel lke a tight knit family again...and also, it is very unsustainable, and i woke up thinking about how everyone could dies very soon...my grandma is 92 and could go any day. my mother is 65, so she will only see this baby to 20 or 30 years old, at the max. and my brother is very sick, and i don't know if he's gonna start getting better and live a long life, or if he will give up on this round. so, i could be without this clan very soon.

maybe this dream is about me losing my family and having a new one take me in. but it almost feels like the new people taking me in could represent my blood family, because they are taking such good care of me right now, when i feel like i can barely take care of myself, let alone a new life.
it could mean to really appreciate family, and to have loyalty to them while i am part of them. to remember to appreciate them while i have them, because they are mine and i am theirs and we won't be around forvever. but also, i can trust that no matter what the next chapter it, and whatever pain i suffer losing my family, i will have a new life, a new family and be held and have my life continue to be supported by community and tribe.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. Had problem falling asleep for some reason so pretty much about nothing to recall...

There was something about a treasure.

This little short snippet of a dream had me trying to find a toilet. One phrase that I said stuck in my mind "I'm currently embroiled in a race with my own bowels. The problem is that it is running for speed, and I for endurance. We all know how that kind of race tends to go."

My dreams are normally more wild & wacky than this. Like the volleys of black arrows at the end of "organ," most are like that most of the time. These are pretty tame.

00:00 Friday October 18
00:22 bedtime
02:51 Trippy bus music, bag, messed up bus stop

1) Daytime riding near the back of a bus on old high school route approaching parent’s home about 2 stops away. There are some guys hatching some sort of plan, it involves leaving a bag on the bus. They leave the bag (like a big sports/gym bag) on the bus, I go sit next to it and put my hand through the handles. Trippy drug music plays on the bus, kind of like “HWAH WAH Wah wah…. HWAH WAH Wah wah… ” kind of wave like and I move my left hand in an up and down motion to this music (kind of like the motion of putting your hand out the window of a car, swooping up and down in the wind). As the bus descends the hill to my stop, I pull the cord to signal the stop. I get off. At the bus stop are several recycling containers overflowing with computer code print outs. It’s the results of the programming competition. The correct results are printed in black ink, the incorrect results printed in red ink. I need to figure out what happened why we got the wrong answers. There is also a bunch of food garbage strewn around on the street around the stop, the whole area is very messy with printouts and food in and around the containers. I start straightening up the bus stop. DC says “wasn’t there some other young fellow responsible for all of this? Shouldn’t he clean it up?” I agree and will let that other guy finish cleaning up.

05:06 sandwiches, play an organ, drunk, friend at work

2) Standing in a large atrium/opening with some people and a pipe organ console and an organist. After a demonstration by the organist for some students, I asked if I could play the organ, I said I wanted to be a concert pianist and play the pipe organ. The organist says “Yeah but once you get into one school it’s really hard to finish the other one,” I answer “they never tell you that, do they?” They’re reluctant to let me play it but decide to let me play it. They say “your hands need to be clean” and I think about wiping my hands on my pants, “and you need to put your butt way over here” (about 3 meters away from the keyboard, I won’t be able to reach the keys!). I want to get right up to it, then they give me a tiny toy keyboard with just some buttons on it. I want to play the famous Bach Toccata and Fugue in D minor ). I see a button marked “B-flat” on the toy keyboard and press it. The Bach piece starts playing by itself and I feel cheated that I don’t get to play it myself. The students around the organ start wildly dancing/jumping around to the organ music, and eventually they break up in to two groups and start lobbing thick volleys of black arrows back and forth at each other.

3) A group of friends and I are massively horribly drunk. I’m covered by yellow slime. I take off my shirt and see that the yellow printing on the tshirt is what is coming off on my skin. It’s a college shirt. As we’re leaving someone says “are you OK to drive?”. I consider this fairly seriously, I don’t feel all that drunk. I answer “I feel I’m pretty OK.” DC says “as long as you get to 2% it’s OK, then you can take a breathalyzer test.” I think that everyone should rip off a piece of the bar (there are poles along the bar) and use them as walking sticks.

4) At N (old company), to SC (old boss), I say “you wouldn’t let me stay in the company building on Christmas alone after closing, would you?” Sitting at a computer, not my main work place, childhood friend MR is there, I don’t want to leave him alone in the building after I leave. I’ve taken a big risk of bringing him inside. If he messes something up they’re going to trace his entrance back to me. I realize that I have 3 monitors set up already, and another one is also sitting on the desk, I could make it 4 if I wanted to.

5) In parent’s house (DS) going up back steps to garage, sister is there and she is talking about the tastiest bread, ranking the different kinds of breads. “Buttered rye, sourdough, wheat…” Then ranking them by which ones make the best toast and which ones make the best sandwiches. We’re driving out of the garage and I realize that everyone’s leaving I may get back first and they may turn on the alarm and I don’t know the code.

05:45 get up for WBTB.

06:03 BTB Room temp 16C, close windows.

Long time getting back to sleep. Fade into sleepiness several times, into and out of light sleep, no dream recall.

07:43 I’m “elected” to get up and make breakfast for everyone, just as I’m really sleepy and ready for some major dream time. Room temperature 18C.

I'm with Kayley and her family (P&D) at a random house. I find out that she has lost her child due to a miscarriage. I'm trying to sleep on the couch, until Kayley's boyfriend arrives. I begin to rub my head due to have a headache/pressure in the head. The boyfriend asks what's wrong? I begin to tell him about my issue, but not long after I seem to stop talking out of my mouth and begin to start finishing the rest of the convocation through talking in my head. I tell him I'm sorry if you didn't get everything I was saying, because I finished the rest of the convocation in my head and couldn't help it. He understands and is all cool. I pass him a empty bottle of something, where I had my sweaty hands around the lid. Kayley and her BF decide to bake a cake. I joke around by saying is that gluten free cake?! and Kayley says yes in a sarcastic manner. I look at the mixture in the bowl and it looks pretty chunky, with apples through it. I'm thinking about maybe helping them.

Dream Fragment: (DEILD attempt)
I see myself in the mirror, and my body looks very defined, ripped lean muscle. I see the dream fading and I catch it and turn it into a DEILD. I focus on the last scene I saw in my dream and the scene begins to open up, but I get too excited and try to enter the scene too early, which ends my attempt.
I've been impatient lately, I really need to just let it flow and happen

I was packing for an air plane trip, don't remember where to or why, and I realized I had prepared 2 water bottles, and can't take those through airport security, so I had to figure out what to do with them instead.