Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Thursday 04 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 6

Not many dreams recalled today, just a fragment before 7AM, another during a WILD attempt later on, and a related DILD after that. The last two are... a bit embarrassing for me to post, but for the sake of the competition...

Scrap Group 1
Watching various shows along with my brother, Tito. One was Ultimate Spiderman, which had the title character fighting off against a winged hybrid of Carnage and Venom. Another was an Attack on Titan-esque show set in present-day. Rewinded and fast forward-ed the clips various times.

Several fragments revolving around my dream guide, E. In one of these, I'm making a cake for her in bed (somehow), and ask her to get me some milk. She... uh, squeezes me an entire bowl's worth of her breastmilk... Definitely not what I had in mind... A similar scenario plays out later, save that we were in a vehicle parked in a run down urban environment. Cue the next dream.

Dream 1 - Oh, Behave!

The visuals were very dim. I was laying down in the void. E was reclining next to me in the form of a nude,~20ft tall, plump giantess, her figure mildly glowing in a blue aura. I was aware of the dream.

At a wild impulse, I... suckled on her, just to see how that milk tasted. She was not amused in the least. In retribution, E thrashed me around, first by repeatedly slamming me head first in a non-existant hard floor, then by squeezing the air out of me, and later biting and shaking me around by my right shoulder. As a grim finale, she holds me down to gnaw on the same shoulder, literally licking my wounds as she did. Despite all the violent motions, impacts, and torn flesh, there was no pain in any of this. Didn't make it any less startling...

I awaken immediately afterwards.

Wednesday 03 August 2016


Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 5

There were several dreams I identified today, two between 3:30 and 4AM, and the rest after I finally got some sleep. Most of these are but fragments at the moment.

Scrap Group 1
Yet another dream where I'm in combat against a Dream Views members, this time, in a live action Magic - The Gathering match.

Forced WBTB due to a terrible case of insomnia. Stayed up for almost four hours without sleep. Bleh.

Walking around a suburban apartment complex. Floods left the surrounding gardens and lots into a swampland. As I slogged though, I'm shocked to find numerous decomposing animal carcasses, including several big lizards, half a dozen toads, a huge constrictor snake, and a large rat or two. Someone there quips on my not noticing beforehand. I try continuing, but the stench and vermin (both flying and grounded) become too much to bear.

In a hotel room with several family members (mom, dad, and Osmand identified). I go to "sleep". A commotion briefly awakens me, but I'm too tired to stay up. When I'm back to my senses, Osmand and mom chastise me for sleeping through an emergency. I feel very ashamed. Go to "sleep" again. Then, a dream within a dream, where a leather clad, grey skinned, dark haired vampire lady was embracing me in bed. I couldn't move, and was helpless as she drained me from my arm and neck. We conversed casually between her feast. When I "woke" up, I floated over to the hotel's bathroom to get ready for the day.

Dream 1 - Dismay in Egypt

The visuals were blurred. False awakening in the master bedroom. I'm too weak to move. As I lingered, I'm transitioned.

I turn up in an ancient Egyptian court. There, I meet with Ramesses, as depicted in Civilization V. Indeed, the menus from said game are displayed shortly into our talks. I'm annoyed at him for some reason, and think to go to war, but I relent when I see he's actually guarded and afraid of me. He makes an even trade for a few luxury resources (a first for the AI), and even throws in some gold for good measure. I feel kinda bad, and think to let him keep the gold, but I get greedy.

Afterwards, I wander outside in the Egyptian deserts at day, the Great Pyramids in view. Suddenly, that vampire from before shows up. In one fell swoop, she grows gigantic, picks me up in her arms, and carries me off into a sandstorm.

I wake up shortly afterwards.

Scrap Group 2
Playing an SNES era Megaman X game.

Created Tuesday 02 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 4

Not many things recalled this time. Besides the lone DILD, I only have scraps for a single dream. Of the DILD, I probably would have gotten more done if I didn't try to show off as I did. Darnit.

Scrap Group 1
Woke up on the floor of an unknown place. A look at a mirror revealed terrible rashes on my scalp patterned as mattress seams. My brother, Steve, nephew, Arun, and friend, Stan, turn up. A conversation on lucid dreaming and dream control ensues. D'oh!


30 minute WBTB, which instead becomes an hour and fifteen minute long WBTB.

Dream 1 - Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Day 4

Scene 1 - Black Energy Orbs
The visuals were clear. I falsely awakened in my room upstairs.

On stepping out, I find a surprising figure arriving from the master bedroom: my maternal grandma, who's since passed for several years now. She was wearing a light blue dress with floral patterns. Her presence instantly gives me awareness.

I greeted her, but am reluctant to start up a conversation (still reeling back after a previous dream incident). She smiles back. Next, she hands me a plastic bag full of trash and asks me to dispose of it, to which I agree. I then jump right over the low wall and fall all the way downstairs. The dream blurs up, and I lose myself momentarily.

When I come to, I'm right back in the second floor. Grandma was still standing around. She asked me to remind mom of some mundane thing (groceries or medicine or something). I nodded, and jump back downstairs again. This time, I slowed my fall, and muttered "deeper" to keep stability and anchor myself, which did the trick.

Downstairs. Several figures were around the living room, but I ignored them. As I was making my way out, I thought to summon energy. I tensed my right hand and yelled to do so, but nothing seemed to happen. Tried again, this time keeping my hands out of view and straining myself further. When I looked, I found a reflective black orb of energy floating over my palm. I made it dance around in the air for a while. It rolled off view momentarily, and when I tried bringing it back, it was gone. So, I repeated the trick with both hands. I tossed the spheres, and willed them to orbit around me in a cross pattern to store them for later, but again, once out of sight, they vanished. Ah, well.

I go outside to a much different neighborhood. Instead of a housing complex, my home was located directly in a suburban street. Anyway, as I walk around, I see my younger brother, Jonas, driving a convertible version of his vehicle along with several of his friends. He stops to tell me stern news about dad. That dampened the mood. The dialogue drags on a bit until he leaves.

As I go on, I find a number of figures gathered around a corner. They were reclining and standing on a few disjointed platforms placed over a shallow, muddy pond far below, all covered by a wide green canopy. Many were Japanese kids (hinted at by their conversation) of highschool age , including an effeminate guy in a pink shirt and several girls.

Just realized a storm had commenced. I crept on an isolated platform, only to find it was slippery and dangerously unstable. Around that time, Jonas drove by the area. He momentarily glared at me before driving off. Ah, whatever. To keep from falling, I seated myself crosslegged and floated up towards a railing nearby. I couldn't squeeze between it and the canopy, and so had stop flying to hang on and climb over it instead.

Not too clear on much else. A transition afterwards.

Scene 2 - Castlevania - The Arcade Game
The visuals were slightly blurred. Not too sure where I was. I'd lost awareness by this point.

Someone nearby was playing a supposed beat-em-up Castlevania game on an arcade cabinet. This had the protagonist (not clear which one) fighting monsters while on a craggy beach at twilight. He soon fights the boss, Scylla, who appeared quite different. In this rendition, she had the body, arms, and tentacles of a humongous squid/octopus, the many long necks of a hydra, and giant heads of what would otherwise be conventionally attractive women with a variety of hair colors (at least one blonde, one brunette, and one with black hair). To damage her, the hero needed to outlast a tentacle assault until the creature swooped a head down to bite him.

The dream faded and ended soon afterwards.

Created Monday 01 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 3

There were many dreams this time, including a DILD at the end. However, all but the last one are only fragments now, if not completely forgotten.

Scrap Group 1
Two different dreams involving my fighting a Dream Views member.

Last days of school. Handed back paperwork. Radio plays some video game music, which annoys the female teacher. Mom and dad are there briefly. The former gets a bit upset at my grades in a few assignments. Turns out the teacher, another student and I were there as secret agents tasked with retrieving some valuable object. We were equipped with special tools and strength augmenting bionics for the job. I pick up the McGuffin too early, causing steel doors and grates to bar all exits. Reprimanded by the others; we'd exhausted all of our given resources. Luckily, I happened to have an explosive device handy for just such an occasion.

At home. Watching some history program related to a war. There's a knock on the door. I ignore it. Mom gets annoyed that no one else but her went to open it. Some Asian people deliver a package. They claim my Japanese teacher from way back in highschool is due for a visit. This must have been a very important event, for we all scrambled around to tidy up the place. I was still upstairs when she finally arrived. Never got to see her, though.

WBTB for 30 minutes, which turned into an hour instead.


Dream 1 - Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Day 3

Scene 1 - Fun and Practice in the Yard
The visuals were a bit blurred and dim. I was at my home's living room at night. Several family members were around. After some mundane stuff, I quickly realize the dream state.

First, I go out to the backyard, doing so by phasing right through the closed, curtained glass door. Once there, I levitate for a bit, but could only hover for a few seconds before the strain forces me back down. Still, I purposefully rise and fall as a "workout". Afterwards, I fall backwards to warp somewhere else, muttering "deeper" to keep anchored and stable. I simply land on the (unusually barren) ground without incident. Furthermore, I sensed my body stirring in bed, but I keep keep calm, and mutter "deeper" once again.

Cue a transition.

Scene 2 - Can't Reach the Building
The visuals were brighter and clearer. I was in a suburbs bordering an urban area at a clear day. Various people were around. I'd momentarily lost lucidity, but pick it up just as quickly.

At that moment, I jump to making a "Codec" call to my dream guide, E. She doesn't response. Guess I'll just have to go on my own. Then, after darting around, I notice a lone apartment building in the distance. Seemed an adequate place to do the spider climb task. So, I head over there while muttering "deeper".

Another unwitting transition

Scene 3 - Stubborn Dream Control
The visuals were dimmer. I was within a large, fancy facility, its interior of gleaming brown marble. Much activity was going on in the background. I was still lucid.

Wander a around for a bit, all while re-anchoring every minute or so. I try teleporting by phasing again, specifying to turn up near a tall building. So, I try walking through a wall while using the mantra, only to bump face first into it. Did so again at various different places, including a lounge and a hallway, but still nothing.

Next, I wander into a reception area, the high ceiling held up by very, very large pillars. I tried phasing through a pillar to similar results. Got curious of my strength. So, I tried pulling up a pillar. This required effort, but I managed to yank it out of the ground like a stubborn weed. I even lugged it around for a half minute or so, but it was very heavy and unwieldy, so I dropped it when I got too strained. Just realized the roof might cave in. It seemed others shared such a concern, given how quickly they were leaving. I decided to follow suit.

As I traveled down a hallway, I wondered if merely muttering teleport would do. So, I tried this. The environment immediately fizzles out. I keep focused, imagining this was simply part of the process. Coincidentally, a vague "loading" bar shows up.

Slowly but surely, I'm transitioned again.

Scene 4 - Can't Reach the Building... Again
The visuals brighter. I was in a suburban area similar to before. Still aware. Rows of apartment buildings are visible a few blocks away. An even better place for the spider climb task.

As I approach, I'm unwittingly transition yet again.

Scene 5 - High Tension Water Control
The visuals were slightly blurrier. I was wading in a beach under stormy skies. Waist high, turbulent waters rushed past me. This place was packed with beach-goers.

For a moment, I simply examined the vivid smell and sensation of the ocean. Such appreciation was interrupted by a huge wave, which knocked me and many others back. Strangely, I was never fully submerged. Thinking this fun, I allowed tides to batter me around, though I never did reach the shore despite how far the waves carried me off. Concurrently, part of "Song 2" by Blur sounded in the background.

Then, I wondered if I could make things more exciting by summoning a sea monster. I turned away from the waves, and imagined people screaming and running out of beach for their lives to signal it's entrance. The others did do as much, a few of which even voiced a stock scream or two. I turned back, anticipating a huge beast, but didn't find such a thing. Instead, I was met with much, much larger waves.

In desperation, I held my arms up towards the water. This unwittingly stalled the water in its tracks. I focused to hold it back, at least just enough so it wouldn't crash down on me too violently. When several other waves approached, I was able to redirect them directly over and past me.

The tides calmed down for a bit. I was curious of this new power. So, I tried lifting a waterball, but couldn't. This made me doubt whether I had any control of this at all. Suddenly, even more enormous waves turn up. I stood fast, and, wilfully this time, delayed them as before. Figured this only worked during high tides or high tension.

I go on for a bit, but eventually, I mistime the technique. Thus, a wave bashes me right out of the dream.

Created Sunday 31 July 2016


Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 2


There were many dreams today, including a DILD after my first WBTB. However, I've forgotten much of the others, and even of those three that I could identify, two of them are only fragments.

Before the following, I do a 45 minute WBTB, which turned into an hour and 45 minute WBTB instead.

Dream 1 - Plane Flip

The visuals were pretty clear. I was a passenger in a small car, being taken down a long road at daytime. Grassy hills remained in view at my right. Driving the vehicle was my uncle, Felix.

We stop at a red light. My uncle cuts ahead a bit, but backs up when he "remembered" his previous traffic citation. This all seemed very familiar... Anyway, he eventually makes a long right turn into a long, curved highway ramp. Soon, a large bridge is in sight. The George Washington Bridge, I thought, heading to New York. As I look around for the cityscape, I instead find the shadow of a mountainside in the distance. Just then, I realized I lived a few thousand miles away from this area, and thus, attain lucidity.

I fly out. The dream starts fading into brown. So, I stabilize and anchor myself by muttering "deeper". In time, the environment reforms. I'm then floating over a grassy flatland with the distinctive blocky textures of Minecraft. Eh, done that. I grumble "deeper" a few more times, and willfully drop through the ground.

As it turned out, this plane was only paper thin. I'm unexpectedly "flipped" into another area, its gravity completely reversed. After readjusting myself, I see I'm hovering high over a series of grass-topped, narrow plateaus. Still had the same cheap, boxy textures as before, if a bit brighter and clearer. Let's go deeper.

Dived head first through the ground again with the intent to "flip" planes once more. Once inverted, I see I'm ducked down on a pebbly brook. This time, the visuals were realistic, though a bit dimmer. Still, this was much better overall. I played around with the water, splashing it around and letting it drift past my hands. Got a little too caught up with this; couldn't help but appreciate its lifelike, cool dampness.

Well, I snap out of this after a minute or so. I tried looking around, only to find I can't move my neck. Stay calm. Just move on. I used my "Codec Device" to call my dream guide, E, but there was no response. Then, seconds after I gave up, a small, 8-bit figure appeared in view from my left. This seemed as a lady in a black cloak. She spoke to me in white text, though the words scrolled too fast for me to accurately read everything but her name (only remember it was an adverb; "Still", I think?). I'm quite certain this sprite-lady gave a snippy explanation as to why my guide wasn't going to show. She walked off-view immediately afterwards.

Then, a bright spark bounces around in front of me. This begins shattering the environment. I maintain my grasp for half a minute before the dream collapses entirely.


Scrap Group 1
Waking up in a hotel room on a fluffy, pink covered and white bed. Next to that was an even smaller, pinker bed designed for children. The area was a bit messy. Mom and dad were nearby.

Found several large roaches around the house, encountering them in some very unlikely spots each time (besides the laundry room). As I wake up, I feel a creeping sensation. I'm uncertain if it's real or not, and hesitate. Eventually, I blew air at it, where I then feel and hear the distinctive humming of large insect wings. Oh crap. I freeze in panic, and, once possible, instinctually try brushing it off. There's nothing there, just an illusion.

Dream 2 - "Reality" Bites

The visuals were clear. I was sitting in my home's dining room at daytime. Levon was nearby.

As I was eating a meal from a bowl (porridge, I think), my lower left-most flat tooth snaps right off. I spit it out, and taste a distinctive mixture of blood and wheat. After staring at it haplessly for a few seconds, I rush to the bathroom. A look in the mirror did indeed confirm what I feared. I couldn't believe any of this, prompting a breathing test, yet this "proved" the "reality" of the situation.

Still, I refused to accept any of this. As denial, I began running out the door to fly. Mom concurrently opened the door from the outside. Anyway, I leaped in the air and... faceplant. Hard. How embarrassing. The others muttered in confusion. Seeing as I couldn't humiliate myself any more, I just practiced some handstands, much to the further confoundment of everyone else.

I wake up soon afterwards.

Created Saturday 30 July 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 1

Bleh. Not much to note on dreams, one complete one from before dawn, and a number of fragments afterwards. There was one scrap which was LD related, and another where I should have identified the state, but, oh well. That's that.

Dream 1 - Sonic Fights Some Bones

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was watching someone (my nephew?) play a 3D Sonic game, of which took place in the ruins of a destroyed present-day city.

First few minutes were spent exlporing the site and getting a handle for the controls. This included jumping around in a demolished warehouse, and grinding on a row of fallen street lamps. The stage was initially empty of any other figures, whether enemies or just background characters.

Then, as he turned a corner, he was suddenly ambushed by a gigantic, hunched hominid skeleton. Sonic's attacks were useless, and so he was forced to flee. In response, the giant chucked huge (arm or leg) bones with deadly accuracy.

At one point, outright Sonic changes into E-102 Gamma. The robot's too slow to evade the incoming projectiles, but he could redirect these by laser-blasting them away. Unfortunately, the player isn't much of a shooter. He complains of how difficult this all is, while I claim he just needed to work on his technique.

Not sure what happens until the dream ended.

20 minute WBTB. Unsuccussful.

Scrap Group 1
Several forgotten dreams connected by a group of similar false awakenings. In these, I'd "awaken" in bed with my dream guide, E, laying next to me. I was too tired and tried getting back to sleep, only for her to harass me by pushing me around and even biting me.

At home. Go Theodore's room to help him fix his computer's DVD drive. Some driver issues, I think? Claude turns up. Several media conversations, including a few comments bemoaning previously liked shows that've disappointed us as time went by. I hoped Rick and Morty wouldn't become one of such shows. Theodore states his dislike of the series for its overt use of gross humor.

Visiting Donny's place, for some reason. He's getting some games set up, when he's called in for work. Overheard his supervisor saying quite some demeaning things. Donny tried hiding his displeasure. Numerous unknown people then turned up, co-workers of his, I thought.

Claude and I are testing out a few things in D&D. We put several character builds against a Forgotten Beast (incorrect reference; that's a generated monster from Dwarf Fortress) to see how long they'd last. The last one, a Wizard, stood virtually no chance. I bemoaned how unfair this was. Claude made a snippy remark of my "needing to think a little" to overcome this. How infuriating. As I walk away, I imagine violently taking out my anger out on him. This illusion takes form, and I identify as much, yet I'm too soured to entirely realize the dream.

Created Friday 15 July 2016

There were three dreams I recalled today, including a late DILD at the end, to which I bagged this month's Bonus task. The first one is just a fragment now, though that was wilfully forgotten on my part; the first half was just kinda yucky.

Scrap Group 1
Skip gross part. Later, something of "chibi" human heads eating tiny people like candy.

Dream 1 - Don't Mind the Senseless Transition

The visuals were dim. I was wandering at a parking lot at late dusk.

As I searched for my vehicle (whatever that was), I suddenly turn up at the backseat of a car. My sister, Giane, and my brother, Terry, were there. I question how I'd no memory of getting there. Supposedly, I spaced out for a moment, during which I was taken inside said car. That didn't make much sense even at the time, yet I just left it at that.

Soon, Giane recieves a phone call. On the other line were two cousins, Carlos and Isabella, who were supposedly visiting. They wanted us to go to a restaurant to speak. Terry and I were not up to it, though I reluctantly change my mind when Carlos assured me he'd take the bill.

One highway drive later, and I go within an unknown home. This place was a bit messy, and not in good repair. Mom shows up. She claims we rented the place for a few nights as part of a vacation, I think. Most of the luggage was still packed. I look through the cupboards in the kitchen. On the higher ones, I find several plastic canisters filled with crackers. Certainly, we came more prepared than I expected.

Things get unclear. I know I wander around for a while. Not sure how the dream ends.

Dream 2 - Quick Quake

The visuals were dim. I falsely awaken in the downstairs bedroom at early dawn. Both being in this location and my inability to move makes me aware of my state.

I immediately try the earthquake TOTM by will alone. And just like that, the ground trembles with a low rumble. Such violent shaking was very uncomfortable. Even then, the surrounding furniture within and just out of the room hardly budged; they're only barely scraped sideways on the tiled floors, and nothing on or within them are toppled over.

After about ~30 seconds, I'm transitioned, though I know nothing else of what occurred until I awaken.

Created Thursday 14 July 2016

Technically, there were a total of four dreams I recalled today, one which briefly became a DILD, and another which I chained into a DEILD. I'll just count the last as a single dream. Furthermore, I've only a hint of what the first involved.

Scrap Group 1
Something about a hotel, and possibly a mall.

Dream 1 - Special Guest at the Gas Station

The visuals were mostly clear. I was working in my old gas station at late dusk. A former co-worker, Tito was also there.

This place was packed, leaving me stuck at the register. At one point, a tanned skinned woman asked for a pack of Motrin, and also buying a small bottle of water. She lugged around large black leather purse and an umbrella, and also had care of several small kids. I reached for the medicine, which was oddly placed amongst some cigarrettes. In her hurried confusion, she almost tried paying me with the Motrin pack. On correcting her, she handed me the required $2.01.

Later, an olive skinned guy was trotting along with a large, plastic, multilayed cart. Very suspicious. I went to the front door, where I for some reason leapt on the ice cream cooler to get his attention. One query on what he needed, and he dropped everything and left abruptly.

Soon, someone buzzed from outside. Out on pump 5, I believe, was a frustrated woman, a black, full-sized van behind her. Several of her kids were running around. The woman was obviously using the hose from the other side of the pump. Through the intercom, the woman complained of the card readers not working. I bade she come inside to resolve this, angering her further.

As things picked up, Jose left elsewhere for undisclosed reasons. I alone had to deal with this parade of a line. A string of transactions later, I serve a thin, short, lightly tanned, dark haired, Hispanic young lady. She'd a long nose and looked rather plain overall, and was dressed in a striped sleeveless shirt and dark spandex. In lieu of buying something, the girl introduced herself.

"I'm Nahiri. I have something to tell you, but it's gonna take a while." I only partially acknowledged her words, my concerns lying more on the ridiculously long queue behind her.

"Er... would you mind if I take care of a few people before we start?", I requested. "I'd really appreciate it." She seemed a bit annoyed. While the next customer approached, I continued.

"Nahiri, huh? That sounds familiar... [Magic - The Gathering], right? Hmmm... wait a minute..."

It clicked. I was in a dream. I made breathing test to confirm this. Unfortunately, this ends the dream immediately.

Dream 2 - Beach Ball Planet

The visuals were mostly clear. I was a passenger in an unknown vehicle, riding around locally at twilight. All of my siblings were with me.

Seems the area was different, what with all the fields and trees in place of the hospital and several communities, much like how it was over a decade ago. Furthermore, a shopping plaza was being constructed where the BJ's would be. We dropped by to look in at several of the unfinished restaurants. One was a since defunct grill restaurant. Another was a Thai restaurant, which would make two so close by. Curiously, one of these places opened prematurely. My brother, Adam, peeked inside for a take-out menu.

Unknown skip. I'm at my bedroom, the sky fully sunlit. Soon, I realized I could fly, and so I zip around the house. This spooks my sister, who was lounging downstairs. So, she left. She takes along an unknown young male who she'd charge of, as well as my baby niece, who appeared as but a newborn. They go in an old, white minivan. I levitate inside to say goodbye, and float out through the sunroof while sitting cross-legged. Could barely make it out before I got my back end scraped by the speeding van.

Next, I take to the skies, spinning and dashing through the clouds. I enjoy myself for a few minutes before I fly back down to my neighborhood. While heading home, I glance at a startled neighbor woman smiling nervously at me. Then, I notice an odd, dark figure on my roof. It seemed a twisted man-bat type creature. So, I fly up to chase it away, only to find it was just (or likely changed into) an oversized trash liner. I kicked it off, and seated myself on the roof to relax for a bit.

After that, I flew into my bedroom, where I made flying spin kicks for fun. These attempts came out awkwardly, all too high and imbalanced. Suddenly, I wake up. How disappointing. As I remember the dream, I think to myself "If I were back in and aware of the dream..."

Voip. Just like that, I'm flying high in the clouds, my neighborhood and the entire town visible far below.

"...I'd try the earthquake TOTM."

Now aware, I thought it best to get to it immediately. I dive down at mach speed, and reel my fist back to ready a punch. Out of courtesy, I tilted myself to land in my backyard. Here it comes. A big impact. I strike the Earth, and... Bop. The entire planet is punted out of orbit like a giant beach ball, with me dragged along with it. Darkness and blurred stars zoom through the sky. Heck, this takes me far enough to pass Mars, the red planet skimming dangerously close for at least a few seconds before it's scrolled out of view. I wondered what sort of climate awaited us in this new orbit. Surely, many animals would go extinct in a short timeframe.

I awaken with such thoughts in head.

Created Tuesday 12 July 2016

Eh... Had a cluster of drama bomb dreams within the last week, not anything I should bore you with. There were also plenty of seconds long DILDs as well that aren't worth mentioning. Today, I recalled about five dreams, all taking place after dawn. However, at the moment, I only remember one of these more thoroughly.

Dream 1 - PS3 Retrieval Mission

The visuals were mostly clear. I was in a highschool, meandering around by some outdoor benches near a patio. Amongst the students there, I identified a younger version of my sister, Laura, and my brother, Timothy.

Apparently, I'd left a PS3 somewhere by the patios. I ignore it for a while as I wander off. When I return, the console (unsurprisingly) was gone, making me very upset. Timothy finds out, and we blame each other for the mess.

Somehow, I realized I could rewind time with the Undo command (explicitly ctrl + z in dream). I backtrack to just before I left, but even at that point, the console was long gone. Still, I noticed a few unsavory figures under the patio, all these some bad eggs under suspension. Of them was a guy with an oversized black backpack, the only one among them with any carrying equipment. Definitely my mark.

They're ordered inside a nearby building. I sneak behind after them. This takes me to a surprisingly heavily guarded checkpoint, some assault rifle-toting personnel screening everyone from behind chest high, embrasured walls. I try creeping through, but was spotted, and was fired at in turn. I roll down and duck, whereas others were caught in the crossfire. A panicked rewind later, I try again, only this time, I will myself to become invisible, and sneak in without notice. This transparency was short lived, so I had to hurry onwards.

Next, I arrive at a narrow but elaborate fortified laboratory, its walls plated with metals, and blinking lights and lit screens of various sizes providing some visibility. On a widened opening in the back-right corner was a lounge, complete with several rows of cushioned chairs, a large screened TV, and a game console. Ahead to the left were some counters, a jumble of wires and several laptops and desktop PCs on top. Two male scientists were chattering behind there, one with gray hair and one with black.

I walk in casually, which instantly alerted the scientists, one of which trigger an alarm. Yep, smooth move... Again, I backtracked, and I wait until they're sufficiently distracted. When that happens, I try and sneak by invisibly, but one noticed my blinking out of sight. Oddly, he was more amazed than surprised. Still, I thought it safer to rewind. I try yet again, this time fading earlier, requiring my rushing by. Such noise made them suspicious. What's more, I blinked back in at an inconvenient time, and could barely hide behind some chairs. They investigate, and, luckily, find nothing. The two shrug, and go back to their business.

Someone else enters, a dark skinned paraplegic male student with glasses. He was somehow familiar to me. Anyway, I sneak to the lounge as the scientists greeted him, just barely keeping out of their sight. Just then, the student goes to the lounge and plays some games. He instantly notices me, but, for whatever reason, says nothing.

After that, I head to the exit he arrived from. Past a small, steel bridge was large structure clearly constructed of soft material (like styrofoam), its rounded walls made to appear as camo fortifications. A children's fun room, I thought. Soon, a number of younger kids burst out, each no older than ten years old. I try turning invisible, but couldn't. So, I climb on the roof to keep hidden. Several kids spotted and pointed at me, but distracted themselves afterwards.

Things get unclear. I sneak back to the lounge, and acknowledge forgetting why I was even there. Several more tries at invisibility don't succeed, so I had to figure out how to escape.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended.

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A Mortal Kombat related dream. This involved a convoluted plot by Dark Raiden. He leads Earthrealmers into a trap to delay them. Time travel is involved, and a past form of Raiden arrives to help.

Then, a dream set in Victorian London, mostly occurring on a balcony in a public building. Two clean shaven gentlemen talk of going through several amazing adventures for the sake of ice cream. They've apparently travelled through many alternate dimensions, but have since longed for their true home. When they left, younger versions of themselves arrive. The two have a brief interaction with a young noble lady. She bade they not speak with her for their protection. Too late. A constable arrives, and arrests the men for not having time travel permits. The men weren't even aware they'd been in a time warp. One bemoaned not being able to taste English ice cream.

Downstairs at home. From a mirror, I find out my facial and head hair has become white. Start using my laptop. For whatever reason, I eat tufts of my beard, getting sharp strands of hair caught between my teeth.

I talk to Benjamin about my beating a Mechazor deck in Duelyst. He wasn't impressed, and further snide comments of his annoy me.

Something nasty happens at home, possibly even caused by me. Probably had to do with big bugs.

Created Sunday 03 July 2016

Lots of dreams after my 6:30 AM awakening, including an especially lengthy one at the end, but, at this point, I've but scraps for most, and forgotten a number of details for that last one.

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There was a party in an unknown home I supposedly resided in. Various family members, including dad, and my uncle, Carlos, were there. Carlos invited friend of his, who turned out to an obnoxious and ignorant visitor.

Something of magic powers, card games, and betrayal.

Driving along with dad and other family members to a baseball stadium.

Something about an origin story for Lion from Steven Universe. Its manifestion occurred as a culmination of the original Crystal Gem's various traits. This may have occurred at any point before, between or after the next dream.

Dream 1 - Sequence of Simultaneous Plots

The visuals fluctuated between slightly blurred and very blurred. This was a fairly long sequence of various plots, each occurring (nearly) simultaneously.

First plot had me a passenger in a large vehicle. Various figures were in there, including several family members, and several cartoon and video game figures. Of them, I recalled Erron Black from Mortal Kombat. Someone pointed out my balding in the back corners of head. A look at the side mirrors showed me just as much. Very upsetting.

Several forgotten events later, I'm walking alone down a suburban sidewalk, a wooden fence lined throughout the block. Soon, a recognizeable male figure (who's identity I've forgotten at this point) is launched overhead of me and out of view. As I reach the corner, two figures arrive perpendicular to me. One was clearly the giant man-brute Torr, also from Mortal Kombat, while the other was Tina from Bob's Burgers. The former lacked his left glove, while the latter her left shoe. This ends with me walking into a backyard party.

Next plot was rather unclear. It involved my brother, Josef, in a Magic tournament. His matches were rather swingy, and I'm pretty sure he was eliminated before the quarter finals. Eventually, he ends up in the same the backyard party.

Another unknown skip. The next plot featured Tina. This started with her in the backyard party. She was dancing furiously, but unskillfully, amongst a group of teens. She then walks by a group of adults seated at a picnic table, where she overheard sex talk. Of particular interest to her were some comparisons between... er, endurance, and the male extremity's size. Her dad, Bob, was there, and was clearly embarrassed when he noticed her. He tries shooing his daughter away silently without revealing himself to his peers.

Cut to an isometric shot of a two layered wooden fence. Tina and Torr both walk (as gorilla, in the latter case) on opposite sides, while that familiar forgotten character is strutting along in between. All pace along at the same speed in the same direction, and all knew nothing of the others' presence. This goes on for a while until they reach the corner. Once there, Torr is startled by other guy, and reactively tosses him to the horizon. Tina, unpreturbed, asks the brute if he'd like to hang out with her, to which he nods in agreement. I show up at that very moment, and question why they were missing their glove and shoe, respectively. They didn't seem to realize it beforehand, but they shrugged this off regardless and walked away.

I was then at the party. I find Josef and speak of his Magic game, despite not being present with him at the time. Either way, I admit to that Crawling Sensation enchantment being far more useful than at first glance.

Don't know what else happened until the dream ended.

Created Saturday 02 July 2016

32 hours without sleep gave me one helluva case of REM rebound. Unfortunately, I've only got fragments of what occurred throughout the night and morning, including some interesting dreams and an LD. I maybe woulda been able to remember things better if I'd not unwittingly prevented the phone's alarm from waking me throughout that time.

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Yet another Mortal Kombat dream, this time from the "Klassic" storyline. A Netherrealm Invasion pended on both my own awakening, as well as good draws from some trading card game.

Very long dream, though I only recall the end. I was in an unknown home, scrounging around in the kitchen, while a group of tanned skinned, dark haired Hispanic people loitered about during an afterparty. I looked inside the black steel oven, finding much food within pots, pans, and plates. Most were shredded portions of chicken and pork. I think of getting sweet and sour chicken, but knew that was already claimed by some guy. Then, a conversation of damaged medieval weaponry and armor, including something of a broken-linked mail.

Some dream where I warp to a forest, and encounter a weird magical woman.

Then, something of my being on the balcony of a mysterious castle. Strange grey clouds roiled in the skies.

Another warping dream, where I'm taken in a tour through various places.

A mostly forgotten lucid dream. Some interaction within an environment of ink-like fog caused me to unwittingly warp into other scenes numerous times. There was a notable lack of dream noises, contrasted by sounds concurrently occurring in real life.

Created Wednesday 29 June 2016

Lots of dreams today, but my continued illness and bad sleeping arrangements made it difficult to recall much of them.

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Something about Mortal Kombat X.

In a park at dusk.

Walking around the block as part of my exercise, doing so at night time. I fly around for a while.

Singing nursery rhymes with my niece, including one of her favorites, "Baa Baa Black Sheep."

Travelling in the city with my family. We eventually arrive at an airport.

Dream 1 - Brief Apparition

False awakening at night. I'm semi-aware. Head over the the bathroom, where I'm surprised by a shadowy apparition reflected from the mirror. I think to contain it, using various ridiculous chants and wild gestures and dances as part of a tongue-in-cheek ritual, but this yields no results. Then, I step backwards, only to realize I've gone far past the restroom's boundaries and straight to the void. The dream fades and ends.

Created Tuesday 28 June 2016

I got three LDs, one WILD, and two DILDs after that. There were a few dreams before that, though of these, I only have scraps for one. Furthermore, my illness made it difficult to think clearly during the dreams.

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Altering my Abbyssian deck for Duelyst. I think of adding even more Deathwatch reliant effects and minions.

Dream 1 - You Can Touch, But You Can't Look

A dizzying sensation indicates a successful WILD. I see my bed is even bigger, fluffier, and has many more pillows than usual.

On shuffling, I'm warped into the void. I shadowbox for a while, hoping I'd get thrown into combat, but nothing happens. Next, I'm warped to my bedroom. Something about my sister being there, saying something, and vanishing in quick succession. I bounce in bed for a while, noting the low gravity, before I simply hover around for a moment.

Get bored. I land on the floor, and try charging electricity in my hand. Nothing seems to happen, but I pretend it was working. I shoot towards the closet, and notice its door was open. On crossing through, the surroundings warp. I now stood beneath a tall, narrow space enclosed by wooden walls, a chute, perhaps. I pretend to wrestle with a harpy (this just being the first random monster that came to mind). Surprisingly enough, I feel a weak, invisible presence in my grasp. More alarming was finding myself levitating against my will. I release the hold, only to have an unseen force clench my arms and take me for a ride.

Eventually, I reach the top, and find myself in a giant-sized hallway, an equally giant-sized bureau a distance ahead. I'm taken towards an upper shelf, on which was placed a straw nest the size of a living room. I'd a bad feeling of my unseen captor's motives, let alone what the giant residents would do if they found me.

I feel the dream slipping, and awaken suddenly. Woulda gone for a DIELD, but I already sensed that wasn't possible.

Dream 2 - The Chameleon Mulligan

The visuals were blurred. I was in an unknown room.

I (and a few others, I think) were watching Rocko's Modern Life on a CRT TV. This had the Chameleon Bros, Chuck and Leon, driving Rocko and Heffer via sedan through a forested highway at daytime. The brothers argue on their legs bumping into each other, taking their focus off the road. The car swerves and sways, while Rocko and Heffer's concerns go unnoticed.

Eventually, the characters are replaced, and the environment becomes realistic. Now, I, and my brother Darren, were in the back seat of a dark colored minivan. Meanwhile, the Chameleon Bros. were replaced with what, for all intents and purposes, were realistic counterparts of themselves, including their phony Northern European accents and flamboyant mannerisms. Appearance wise, these were identical, thin, clean shaven, pale skinned men with short, spiky brown hair, both donned in neon colored shirts under black dress suits, and wearing thin rimmed spectacles. I was aware of the dream, but let it run its course.

While approaching the driveway to a wide building, we talk of the origins of the term Mulligan. Darren simply defines the current popular definition, whereas I correctly (more or less) identify it originating from an amateur golf player infamous for making do-overs. I make a joke of a "Mulligan" card, comparing this (perhaps incorrectly) to some old credit card commercial. Despite my terrible execution, everyone laughs heartily at this joke.

The dream fades and ends soon afterwards.

Dream 3 - Fiery Exit

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was seated on the while tiled floor of a bedroom in an unknown home. Across the room was CRT TV on a small desk. Behind that was tall window, the night sky in view. A bed with white covers behind me provided a means to cushion my back. On my right was a small squared wooden table, bowls of food scattered on it. A bathroom was visible from an opened door on the right corner. Furthermore, my nephew, Jarred, was seated ahead of me. I was "semi-aware" of the dream.

We were watching an old, late 80's/early 90's movie of an unknown genre. This started with two figures stepping out of a wood-paneled station wagon. One was a 40-something year old woman, light skinned and Farrah Fawcett-esque auburn hair. The other was a scrawny, bespectacled 8 year old kid with a blonde buzzcut. The mom talks of movies the kid never watched, but the kid refuses to listen so as not to have things spoiled for him.

As this goes on, I eat a rice, beans, and meat meal from a bowl. Think it had a bit too much tomato sauce and salt. I glance at the bathroom, where, oddly enough, I find live crawfish crawling on the sink's rim, their shells cream and white swirled in color.

In the movie, the kid is getting ready for a bath. Then, on dipping his hand in the tub, his arm is accosted by several large green bugs and worms, which he doesn't even notice. I question how that boy could miss something so obvious. Jarred remains oddly quiet.

So, I'm finishing my meal, when I notice verdant caterpillars on the table. I stopped eating in disgust, leaving a few spoonfuls of rice to waste. Dart back to the film, where the kid was now surrounded by insects. And yet, despite such a horrible state, the boy hardly reacts, let alone screams. Let's see. Creepy crawlies in the movie, creepy crawlies near me, and a creepily silent nephew? Yep, sounds like a nightmare's a-brewin. I gain full awareness.

Of course, I think to get the heck outta there. But before that, I immediately wreathe myself in an aura of flames just in case, briefly tensing my muscles to do so. Anyway, I rush down some curved stairs constructed of laminated wood, a red carpet running down the center. Once halfway down, I sensed the burning corpses of vermin falling and crumbling on me. Furthermore, my pyrotechnics have apparently set fire to the place, if the sound of a roaring inferno and creaking wood behind me were any indication.

Downstairs, I reach a wide, fancy marble foyer, where I overheard my sister and mom arguing. Ignoring that, I exit out the door, only to land into complete darkness. The dream ends immediately afterwards.

Created Saturday 25 June 2016

Guess I've gone long enough without posting here, and for silly enough reasons at times. Anyway, there were about five dreams I remembered today, but I only know of fragments for all but the last one.

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Me and some of my siblings were cruising through the highways at daytime. We reached a cityscape, only to get lost in its streets.

Something about an old friend visiting?

I imitate Mortal Kombat's Quan Chi, bringing forth a group of glowing green skeletons from the ground while cackling (like so). My brother, Fred, questions the type of helmets and armor worn by the undead. Someone else complained that this armor made the skeletons overpowered.

I'm in the vast interior of an office building or somesuch, keeping to the lobby to either wait for someone, or just not to get lost. I soon had to use the bathroom, and go to a short hallway to find it. Industrial curtains concealed most of the openings, which I assumed meant the area was off limits. And yet, on peeking through the blinds, I did indeed find some public restroom entrances.

I'm in a big classroom, a science class, I thought. The teacher, a short, dark skinned middle aged woman, is collecting homework. I realized I didn't even start on it. Furthermore, it was a very simple assignment, more a short questionnaire than anything relevant to the class. There goes an easy 'A'. I then seat myself on a high chair in the middle of the class, barely minding that I had no surface to write on. Pretty sure this dream transitions into, or at least influenced, what comes next.


Dream 1 - Post-Human

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a lounge, a place constructed of dark wood. Several other people were in the area, each wearing corporate casual attire, and seating themselves on reddish-brown couches in the area. We were scientists, geneticists and gene engineers, mostly. Our specialty was human cloning, and we've advanced enough to grow subjects of almost any age, yet by that point, such technology wasn't at all novel. Instead, our interests were in memory enhancement at creation, but short funding drove that project to a standstill.

Nothing of interest at first, just a group of bored people sulking quietly. Eventually, a pale, brown haired little girl in a white robe appeared. Clearly, one of the subjects for the memory experiments. She previously showed no conclusive results, and so, was contained until future transfer for rehabilitation and, eventually, adoption. Her early presence and mobility was unexpected, but such a thing wasn't unheard of. A few others slowly reacted to recontain her.

Just then, the girl spoke, talking of various specifics in our tests. This was surprising, but it could have just been mimicry. The subject walked to a cabinet, where she pulled out stray phials of chemicals. and quickly mixed and applied a concoction onto herself. Through some fog, her form changed, the least of which was her being about 18 - 20 years of age. More pronounced was her new size, easily 15ft tall, and her being composed of innumerous, floating, gleaming glass-like shards.

Me and the others stood dumbstruck, though one man remained incredulous, doubting this form's durability and stability. This annoyed the subject, who stamped off towards the nearest exit. With a precise, powerful kick, she sends the door flying off its hinges. The others speak uninhibitedly, saying stuff about matter manipulation and instant knowledge of martial arts.

The glass-girl leaves to some hallways, the scientists flocking towards her with endless queries, her answers laconic and distant in tone. I followed as well, but kept my distance, and to myself. I mentally questioned the consequences, and above all, ethicality, in all this.

In time, the subject squeezed herself into another room. Before anyone else followed, another fellow spoke of similar concerns to mine. Everyone froze to contemplate. Maybe they too realized the implications. Well, except for one man, who placidly expressed his achieving his life work: the creation of a transhuman. Outrage sparked, and the scientists bickered amongst one another. I alone stepped forth to question this new creation.

Now, I was in a wide space constructed of blue metal. There, the "transhuman" was seated hands down and a knee up on the floor, lost in thought. She stares harshly at me, though this softens to a mix of regret and longing. I sensed she already knew what I'd say. Through much stammering, I ask on her concerns, if any, of humanity and morality, though the forward, confused manner in which I did so made me feel foolish.

The glass-shard being remained silent. She leaned closer to me, and outstretched her hand to my eyes. This reformed into a curious, maze-like symbol, the walls indented black. As I followed the pattern, blue liquid filled in the transparent lines from top to bottom. One wider section contained the substance in such a way so as to keep some empty space.

Things get hazy, caused by some distracting media comparisons. This had to do with the water physics of Dwarf Fortress and Terraria, of all things. Not sure what else happened until the dream ended. After recalling this dream, I realized the strange woman was no transhuman. She was a post-human.

Created Tuesday 10 May 2016

My recall's been not so good in the past week or so. Seems I might be recovering from that slump, I hope. I mostly recalled one complete dream today, though not in its entirety. There were two others, but I don't remember anything of the first one, and only scraps for the latter one. Given a DIELD attempt, said fragment was somehow connected to the more detailed dream.

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I was wandering in a cavern or dungeon, either retrieving an artifact, or escaping some danger. Something iridescent inside. Then, a scene in or near a hotel. Afterwards, I was at outside my home during twilight, doing yard chores or something. This somehow eventually leads to the dream below.

Dream 1 - Shrink and Swim

Scene 1 - Ancient Temple Mansion
The visuals were dim. I was walking down a sidewalk by a vast, poorly lit structure, all obscured by a night sky. Many other fancily dressed people were heading the same direction. Furthermore, I was accompanied by my brother, Dwayne.

Cut to the front steps, these being three sets of very long stairs, the central one made of cement and quite wide, and the two beside it some dangerously narrow cast-iron spiral staircases. I "remembered" the place was a vast mansion owned by a celebrity family. They were holding an open house party, which, as I "knew", was a flagrant publicity stunt to blow over some big scandal of theirs. Something about the daughter having offensive tattoos. Given the other guests' jovial moods, this sham seemed to be doing its job.

Then, I notice two of the hosts peering out from a balcony way up high. The daughter and the father, respectively, the former being a blonde and generic Hollywood doll, while the latter was a grey haired, clean shaven man, a purple emblem or etching sewed on his tux jacket. A crowd cheered at the sight of them, both celebrities smiling and waving, their bright faces clearly hiding shame and uncertainty. The dad starts making announcements, thanking the guests and giving other general formalities. He quickly moves on to the tattoos, where he proclaims that they were no more, much to the roaring, impressionable crowd's delight. Oddly enough, the dad then asks for suggestions on new tattoos. Several individuals chime up some ideas or another.

My vision gets distorted, the world spinning rapidly around me, things appearing sideways and upside down and in all manners of crazy angles. I attribute this to "temporary vertigo", of all things, due to being so high up. Thus, I hurry on inside.

My brother and I wander through a wide hallway, the interior mostly of dark wood, and a fancy red carpet rolled throughout most of the floor. Cut to us entering a huge room constructed of dark brown earth, innumerable ionic columns staggered throughout the place, a very ancient Greek presentation. Unusually, two floors were crammed into the space, both having very low ceilings. This goes double for the top floor, it being too cramped to move through except by crawling, and readily accessible from random gaps in the floor. I'm sure I either heard, or sounded, some music that fit the scene, a song I think was from Tales of Destiny 2. Whatever the case, there weren't many other people around, if any.

So, we creep through the lower floor, getting somewhat lost in the column maze. Got into an argument on if, and who, should crawl to the top level to get a better vantage point. That's when I noticed an endless array of large clay pots up there. Dwayne peeked up at them, and revealed these all held a mysterious liquid. One conversation on this curiosity later, and I take a sip of the stuff without hesitation. On a glance, it appeared dense, yet was highly vaporous, and glowed a fluorescent white.

Immediately, I reel back, and the world spins around me. When I come to, I'm shocked to see that everything around me is much, much bigger. Dwayne, even more surprised than I was, notes that I was but two centimeters tall. Surely, this place was filled with magical traps! My brother lamented I might stay like this forever. I, on the other hand, relished such an exciting opportunity, thinking this more a blessing than a curse, and informed him of as much. I found it curious how he was able to hear me, but shrugged that off. Anyway, I took a ride on his shoulder, and we got the heck outta there.

My vision gets jumbled again, discorporating and realigning at random intervals. From what I could tell, I was more a mobile, sentient white gemstone than a person. Likewise, I just realized Dwayne was dressed in a tux.

So, we move on to a more lively part of the mansion. A dance club area, complete with flashing lights, booming music, and an energetic crowd. Dwayne bade we hurry through. I, however, thought to have fun in this new form. And so, I jump on the shoulders of the first random woman in sight, a woman in her mid thirties with light skin and light brown hair. I tapped, or rather, jabbed her neck to get her attention. In response, she literally brushed me off without notice, my fall slowed by a bounce on her leg. I woulda stay for more silliness, but Dwayne was striding away, and so I hurried back to him.

Then, I saw my sister, Floretta, was also following him, her hair not quite brushed well enough for the occasion. She inquired on where I was. The perfect opportunity to spook her! I hopped on her shoulder, and yelled for her attention. However, the music drowned out my voice. I tried calling to Dwayne, but no luck, either.

I'm soon warped to a different scene.

Scene 2 - Long Distance Swimming
The visuals were a bit dim. I was going up a flight of mesh stairs, surfacing from an unknown underground area. Following me was a supposed acquaintance, an unknown dark skinned guy.

We start with a conversation on swimming. Then, two others showed up from behind, one dark skinned and the other light skinned, and both having trimmed hair and black suits. These guys seemed very suspicious. They chimed in on the conversation, and made a pitch on giving swimming lessons for a "reasonable" fee. My brother, Christian, then suddenly appeared from the top level, seeming younger than he is currently, given the lack of his dreads and beard. He spoke of some variations on techniques that he knew of. Such an interruption annoyed those sleazy guys, but they tried rolling with it.

On climbing up, I arrive at a dock, a turbulent sea below a somewhat cloudy twilight. For some reason, I jump into to tides, heading out into the middle of nowhere, ditching everyone. Cut to a point where I could see a small island in the distance, the land occupied almost entirely by a squared structure. A resort, presumably, or a "mall-hotel", as I worded it at the time. Many kinds of boats and ships were docked about half a mile away. Or rather, "parked", seeing as they floated around in a file but were otherwise unattached to anything solid.

So, I headed to land, until I noticed a neon lit trolley boat heading my way. Had to dash to the "parking area" to avoid it. I rested a while, hanging on to a green jet-ski that seemed more a floating motorcycle than anything else. Eventually, landed by a busy, glassed door main entrance.

The dream slipped and vanished soon afterwards.