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Some weird circular story. Starts with a woman sending her daughter to orphanage. The girl grows up and gets pregnant. Her kid is taken away and raised outside by someone else. He meets his grandmother without knowing who she is and they get involved. Then one day the grandmother finds out where her daughter is and comes to see her, bringing her son along, nobody knowing who they are to each other and he also falls for his own mother. Can't recall what happened next but it was some crazy full circle incest shit.

At a college, feeling like a visiting student. Some girls who are showing me things around take me to the auditorium where it is being played a documentary about Billie Eilish. I go inside all happy to watch it and sit on a chair, but some dudes come to charge me 20€ for it and I just don't wanna pay, so I get out, thinking I can probably stream it online cheaper or for free.
Then I am invited to coordinate a group of young kids, also visitors, who will be planting trees and bushes in the outside premises. First we all gather in a room and I give them a small lecture about the plants. At some point the kids are all distracted and talking loudly and neither I or their teacher manage to quiet them down. I am losing my voice from shouting. The teacher gives up, but I go grab a recipient with water and throw it at them. It works. They are all wet and in shock looking at me and I finish what I was saying.

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I find out there is an exhibition about the tibetan people and they have a campaign to promote the adoption of Tibetan orphan children. I read about it and tell Riverstone we should adopt a child. He isn't so convinced and tries to change my mind. I insist we should go and we go.
They have a tent with a few booths where one can see slides with pics and the story of each child. Bit I already know which girl I want to adopt, I have her image in my mind since I read about the campaign. She just popped up. The problem is I don't know her name and have to check all the kids to find her.

I go check a street market and just take some bucks with me. I eat something at a stall and think about the movie "a star is born", because a lady by my side looks like lady gaga.

Meet some friend and we accidentally meet some Hollywood actress, I think maybe Leslie Mann, and she invites us to her house. I pick a bag of clothes from home, as we stay a few days there.

Later I am walking around a studio, there is an open space office and many parallel rooms with mirrored windows for meetings, etc. I go to the toilet to change clothes. My top is very hard to zip on the back so I get outside the bathroom to have some room to move and end up in front of one of those mirrored offices fighting with my top and accidentally showing my boobs to whomever is inside and it's full of dudes. I can hear them commenting and enjoying it. I run away embarrassed and leave my bag there on the ground. I meet my friend again and beg her to go there and get it for me. She forces me to tell what happened in front of another office full of people. I feel so down that I need to be alone and I want to binge eat. There's only a McDonald's in the building. I hate it, but they have some new biscuit cake and are offering test samples, or so I think. I decide to take a bite. An employee comes to tell me it was just being shown but wasn't a sample to eat. They say it comes with a sundae and I have to buy one now.

Okay, so, I haven't been on here in awhile! Wow XD It may be because of school and all but... Idk. I dreamt that I was at a huge house... with a whole bunch of other kids. At some point, I became semi- lucid. Our "Parent" was very negligent (I think that's how you spell it?) and looked exactly like my math teacher. At one point I brought up the Sword Art Online menu, and called the police. They arrived in a big black pick-up truck. I looked for all of the other kids, which was pretty hard to do. There were like, over 50 other kids. Yeah. Then, the dream kind of changed to rich people living in that house. I wanted to impress them, so, being somewhat lucid, I changed a stuffed decorative rabbit in the front yard into a real, living rabbit. I woke up at about 7 am to go to the bathroom. I came back upstairs and fell asleep. I dreamt that I met a couple of people on the internet, and they wanted me to be their artist for something. I gladly said yes. Then, I was walking through a department store, looking for them. I came across my baby brother, alone, in his stroller.

5/22/14

10:49 a.m. non-lucid

Dream my husband and I adopted a little boy while in Japan. At first he was ~3 yrs and needed a car seat, but then some point in the dream he was ~9 years old. Him adopting the boy made me feel like my husband finally accepted my fear of giving birth and wanting to adopt instead. I was a little worried what others would think, since we were young, but I already loved the boy.

Yoshi was driving, backing out of the parking lot, but I was telling him we need to put in his car seat first. Eventually we did and things were fine but I told him next time he needs to stop right away.

The little boy was actually born in America. We spoke both English and Japanese together. He looked either half or not Japanese at all, but had dark hair. I loved him as my own son. I wondered how to enroll him in school in America.

In the following dream I dream journaled the dream above and then transitioned into the next dream, which was also set in Japan.

In this dream, I was babysitting the girl I nanny while in Japan. During part of the dream, I was watching My Little Pony with the girl. Her father commented why are there only girls in the new generation of MLP. I commented back, you only say that because you're not used to women as rulers and the majority. He and the girl's mom laughed and he admitted that's true. The girl's mom says she doesn't get why young adults like MLP, and then comments at least it's better than the filth on Adult Swim. Then she apologizes and says, oh, but don't you like MLP. She asks whether I really like it or am sending a message through liking it. I was unsure how to answer, but thought in the dream both.

I'm in front of a pretty decent house in the suburbs with a slanted driveway and a manicured front yard. It's getting to be the evening or so, and as I'm walking down the street on the sidewalk, what looks like a middle-aged addict wants me to go with her. She's dressed in a style that would not be out of place in a trailer park summer BBQ. I don't recall her face, though, but I "know" it's the face of a casino-lounging smoker. I politely decline and keep walking.

After walking some more, I turn around and get a view of the street I just walked, and it is indeed a picturesque sub-urban neighborhood filled with relatively upscale houses and good looking yards -- suburbia hell, basically.

I see a younger, short, and slightly overweight blonde, just as "down home" style as the addict above. Again, can't see her face, but I "know" she has on way too much make-up. She asks me to marry her so she can have children, but asked in a way that's so sad that I think she's being forced. I politely decline, and tell her about adopting foster kids. She has never heard of this concept, and leaves very excited. She disappears into the back of the crowded train.

Yes, somehow, I'm on a pretty swank looking train now. People are dressed in formal-casual wear, except in a 20's style. It's well-lit, and way more spacious than a train. If not for Dream Knowledge that I'm on a train, I'd think I'm on a cruise ship or something. Oddly, all the vendors here use a point system to sell their things. Bottled water is worth something like 15-1600 points. Egg(s), though, costs a ridiculous 9999999 points on a big deli board menu in the middle of the train.

I spot C and Z, friends from high school i haven't seen since, in benches or pews on the train. I hop over some benches to go say hi, along the way seeing the younger woman again, only now she looks like Clara from Back to the Future III, complete with hair-color change. She seems happier. Don't know if she adopted her baby, though.

Two lines of people trailed off through the entrance doors. Thankfully I had made it to the front where the cook prepared my plate. Oddly, my hashbrowns were served in a small rectangular tin, typically used for baking corn bread. The cook no more than placed the tin on my plate when my “hashbrown loaf” toppled over and landed in a steaming mess on the floor.

In full view of a gawking audience, I approached the cook and signaled for another order of potatoes. The cook looked at me like I purposefully maneuvered my plate in an unsafe manner, whereby forcing his precious spud cargo to take a mortal cliff dive. Once again, he replenished my plate with the same precariously packaged hashbrowns, and once again, they fell headlong onto the floor.

I made one final appeal to the cook, whereas he verbally smote my already bruised ego, saying, “Most people would have given up and walked away by now.”

I had a brief conversation with the restaurant owner, who was busy preparing loaves of bread in what looked to me like a wood chipper.

The next thing I remember was looking at a computer screen with groups of words and concepts clumped together. Each grouping were obvious contradictions, such as “bacon & eggs” might have been lumped together with “turpentine”. The obvious meaning of this was a premise I would like to consider further in my waking life: Don’t try to synthesize seeming contradictions in your life. Rather, hold each mutually exclusive notion and apply them in their proper place.

In other words, it is of no use to do away with either bacon & eggs or turpentine, but rather, employ them as they are relevant in your life. An applicable example would be pro-choice vs. pro-life. Rather than trying to synthesize the two concepts, which would be ludicrous, or attempting to eliminate one in favor of the other once and for all time, it is better to choose each according to context.

After jotting down my hashbrown tragedy (or comedy), I went back to sleep. The following sequence occurred after 3am.

I’m sitting in the front passenger side of a car with some other occupants. From my right side, I see a familiar face, a sportscaster in waking life. But in my dream he was a badass cop who plays by his own rules, a cross between Magnum P.I. and Caine from Kung Fu. He is talking to a group of thugs. I hear one of the them threatening to use a gun. Magnum Caine laughs and pulls out a Smith & Wesson military revolver with a two-inch barrel. I catch a glimpse of a cylinder full of bullets as he gives it a spin, flips the gun in his hand, and catches it by the barrel, handing it to the gang leader.

Magnum Caine then inexplicably turns and walks away. The next thing I see is that he is falling to the ground in slow motion. Although I hear no gunfire, he has been shot. As he is dropping to the ground, he is now dropping a boom stand with fuzzy microphone, which is attached to a small sound mixer attached to his belt. My 80s TV hero has just transformed into a media journalist. WTF?

Magnum Caine, my chameleon hero-turned-talking-head, gets up from the ground and limps to the front door to his house and hobbles in. Two bodyguards(?) pull up in an inconspicuous SUV, open the back passenger door, and Magnum Headroom runs from the house into the back seat.

I get a good look at the injured man through the window of the SUV. I ask my friends, “Is that Ben Larken [popular sportscaster in our waking life town]?” A friend answers, “No. That’s his brother.”

Next, I am holding a box about the size of Gump’s box of chocolates. Only it is pristine white and works like a cross between an Etch-O-Sketch and Google. I scribble a simple drawing on the face, turn it over, give it a little shake, and flip it back around to find that my simple shape has turned into a photograph and explanation. For instance, if I drew a triangle, I would shake it to get a Giza pyramid with a descriptive caption.

I drew several things, the last of which was a penis and balls.

The next dream I remember is my fiancé, Teresa, and I were at Kirk’s house. Kirk is an 84-year-old friend of ours in waking life. It was 3 o’clock in the morning, and I was watching some TV before going back to bed. Something interesting would be coming on later in the day, and I wanted to record it. The volume wouldn’t work properly and neither did the recording features. [In waking life, Kirk does not have recording capabilities.]

In my attempts at making the technology on the TV work, I knocked over a pile of garbage on Kirk’s shelf. A sundry of cigarette wrappers and trash dumped all over the top of the TV stand. I was just about to retire to the bedroom when, perhaps from the commotion, Teresa walked in. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of Fritos.

Unraveling the already open bag, she took out a chip. She smelled it, then tasted it, and gave me a satisfied look. Game on. Then Kirk came in. I apologized for the noise and for the mess, and he dismissed it as no problem.

The next thing I remember is riding in my mom’s car with her and my step dad. My older brother, Daniel, was with us as well. We were having a pleasant conversation, when my step dad interrupted, turned to my mom and said, “It just dawned on me that you are partial to Daniel and I because we are conquerors. Healer and Donn [my younger brother] are …” I couldn’t make out the noun he chose to employ, but I have a feeling that it may have been an antonym of conqueror. “Loser” comes to mind.

My mother pulled up to the front entrance to Furr’s Cafeteria. She and my step dad got out and walked in. I deduced that that was my cue to park the car and join them, so I did. Once inside, I went to find a place to sit. Daniel took a seat at a table with three other people having lunch. A fourth plate of food was at Daniel’s place setting, so I assume that the person had gotten up to go to the bathroom. Daniel proceeded to take and eat onion rings off of the plate while chiding the others of the table, telling them to get their food and move to another area.

He gestured, saying, “Look how spread out your party is. Go sit with the rest of your friends.” And they did so, just as my conqueror brother demanded. What a douchebag, I thought. I went and sat with the offended party, and next to me was a baby girl. Across from me sat some kids of different races. They were orphans. I turned to the baby next to me, and we made funny faces at each other.

Colour Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes

Dream 1 - Unreality Check

I only recall doing a nose pinch reality check to find that it worked and that it didn't prevent my breathing. Then I did a finger count reality check and had trouble counting all 10 fingers. I kept losing count and found that by the end of the second hand I was up to 6, but was sure I'd counted even more than 10 -- it was odd. I woke straight up and didn't realise I was dreaming and become lucid. I am unable to recall anything about the scene I was in, if there was even a scene at all.

This is how I do my reality checks when awake. I usually do a nose pinch followed by double checking with a finger count. It's bloody annoying that I seem to have done this in a dream and didn't become lucid. I do wonder if it woke me up though... hm...

Dream 2 - PART 1 - Implausibly Plausible Explanation

I was back at secondary school sitting a History GCSE exam. It was a two part exam, and I was sitting the first part. I was at a total loss trying to answer an essay question that I knew barely anything about. I hadn't done any revision or really paid any attention to anything over the course of the school year.

Much like my real life self back at school, except I wasn't able to wing it in the dream and do alright despite my lack of preparation.

Anyway, it was now some days later on a Friday morning. I had a History lesson that morning and the History second exam was coming up soon. I was determined to do a ton of revision and no balls up the rest of the exam.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and my mum was there. We spoke about how I had just been off school all week and had to go back -- what a drag. I asked why I had been off from school for 4 days of the week since it seemed odd. She said that the Monday had been a bank holiday. I asked about the rest of the week and she told me that I had just stayed off for a little holiday and that the school had still been open.

Suddenly I realised I'd missed a Maths exam and an English exam during the week. Shit! My mind flashed to scenes of friends at school wondering where I had been. Then I paused for thought and realised I'd already been through school years ago. Why was I still there? My mind seemed to explain this by somehow convincing me that I had just gone back there voluntarily, as had several other people. I was relieved that missing these exams didn't matter because I'd already done them years ago and decided to quit going back to school voluntarily.

Curse my dreaming mind for creating an implausible plausible explanation. I wonder if my mind questioned that looking for dream signs (of which I identify anything relating to secondary school as) and my mind managed to explain it away? Anyway, another lucid opportunity lost.

The scene changed at this point in to something totally different, but it was still part of a single dream period...

Dream 2 - PART 2 - Bark at the Moon

I was living in a village with my family (mum, dad, and elder brother.) Somehow it was revealed that myself and my brother, G, were adopted. We were still biological siblings and had been adopted at the same time when I was a baby and he was a young kid.

In reality my brother is 10 years older than me. In the dream I got the sense he was more like 3 or 4 years older.

We also discovered that we had another biological brother called Jason. He had just moved to the village with his adoptive family.

It was all over the news and in the papers about how my grandfather (mother's father) had been running some kind of dodgy adoption racket before. There was this woman who my grandfather was in cahoots with being interviewed about it and she explained that just before the whole thing went tits up my grandfather still had 4 children, all siblings, in his care. They were each a set of twins, one older set and one younger. One of each of the sets of twins were given to different families and the remaining two, myself and my brother, were given to my parents.

There was also another story getting a lot of attention. A local legend about "The Wolf Mama". The Wolf Mama was said to be a half-woman half-wolf creature that bore 4 human children. She was described as having the body of a wolf with the torso of a human woman (like a centaur, but a wolf.) Her head was also that of a wolf. Her torso was split open from top to bottom, gaping wide open. Protruding from inside of her were 4 straight "horns". Two went through each of her nipples, pointing upwards, and the other two protruded from the sides of her abdominal area pointing downwards. Horrific, but also a legend... a creature of myth... right?

I went to see Jason. He wasn't interested in talking. I found him in a field putting up a fence. I stayed to help him, trying to get him to talk about it. He said he had a younger brother and sister and was happy with the family he had -- he didn't want his life to change.

It grew dark. The mud was thick on the ground. The moon began to shine... a full moon. Jason turned and stared at the moon. Suddenly he bolted off. I turned to see him running up a small hill. He stopped. I chased after him, and when I caught up I saw him staring up at the moon intently. I looked up and in the moon I could make out the image of The Wolf Mama! I was shocked. Turning to Jason I sensed he was about to transform -- probably in to a werewolf!!!

THEN I WAS WOKEN UP BY SOMEONE KNOCKING ON THE DOOR!

I was pretty pissed off. My heart was racing and felt like it was going to rip through my chest. Why oh why did I have to get woken just at the big reveal! Now I have unanswered questions like why wasn't the moon affecting me? What would Jason have transformed in to? Where is the 4th brother? Gah![/QUOTE]

Morning of September 12, 1981. Saturday.



This dream was mostly uneventful but had some strange scenes. One is of a man walking down the sidewalk who seems to be wearing a goldfish bowl on his head complete with a goldfish swimming around although everything inside the bowl is green. His face does not quite look human, though, but it is not really menacing.

There is also some sort of adoption agency on that same street (seemingly one of the commercial streets in La Crosse, probably where “The Dragon’s Lair” video game parlor was at the time in real life). I see an “elf” who resembles the boy my sister Marilyn was taking care of for some time (even traveling to Florida when my family then moved back to Wisconsin with my sister and her husband helping out).

It seems elves are now interacting more with humans and some of them are being adopted from the nearby agency. I see an older man (possibly a relative of mine, I think, but I cannot identify him - there is a slight resemblance to older brother Earl) - and he picks up the small male elf who is mostly in green (and about the size of a four-year-old) and the elf says, loudly and clearly, as he sits on one of the man’s shoulders after a hug, “Oogaly oogly” (that is “oo” rhyming with “fool” and pronounced out as oo-ga-lee oo-glee).

It could be a play on “ugly”, but not sure why. It may have something to do with the fact that my sister did not get to adopt the boy because his real mother decided she wanted to keep him after all.

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