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Morning of August 6, 2015. Thursday.



I am with an unknown male though also sense Zsuzsanna is around at one point. I am going with him to an unknown location, though I think it has something to do with recovering certain information on the other side of the river (possibly in a different town). We are both riding bicycles and it vaguely reminds me of riding with Kenneth W or James M at a distance (out of town or on the other side of town) that eventually seems too far, though my bicycle is functioning normally. There was another schoolmate that used to go with me most of the way home (only for a month or two), though oddly, I do not recall his name (one of the only names I had forgotten in my lifetime, in fact) and this may be the character I am thinking of. It seems fairly late at night and I can just barely make out land features.

We reach a bridge over water and cross it about halfway and I soon see it is slightly inclined to where it goes down into the water, submerged from there. This surprises me, as I thought the other male knew where he was going, though now it seems he is gone (or perhaps somehow already got to the other side). I am trying to remember if he did get to the other side (with a brief impression that he was in the water for a short time). I am not sure what to do. I am not sure if I should ride my bicycle over the surface of the water, ride in while half-submerged (with the bicycle wheels half-submerged as I cross the river) or just keep going and see what happens (though I do not really want to ride completely underwater). My dilemma causes my dream to slowly fade. I have had numerous similar dreams of partly submerged bridges and docks throughout my life since childhood. I suspect it directly relates to the waking process or state of consciousness itself as many other in-dream predicaments do (for example, a car crash may solely metaphorically represent the waking process and the termination of the temporary dream-self).

I might as well include another non-lucid dream with this entry since there is not that much to it. Caution: Violence at end. Skip to avoid.

I am shopping in a store I buy food at in real life, though it is quite different. I am looking in a very large freezer (much deeper than in reality - and it seemingly has no shelves) where there are mostly meat pie packages and a few other frozen items. I hold the glass door open for awhile and am somewhat annoyed as there is not that much food in normal packaging in the entire freezer (which is nearly the entire length of the aisle). What little items there are, are sitting on large cardboard boxes (I assume they are unopened stock) and there are also a few smaller boxes on top (a couple being open) and I contemplate getting out whatever I need as I thus far only have one meat pie package (probably containing about four to six meat pies). There are only a few loose items strewn about the top of the stack that I want to look at or perhaps buy.

I then see that there are three people on the other side of the boxes who are standing within the larger freezer area itself, the boxes of which are at least three rows deep and stacked to above the waist. There are two females and a male and at least two of them have clipboards and appear to be taking some sort of inventory. They are a bit to the left. I reach over to the right and move a couple smaller lighter boxes to get to another product, which may be the only one left.

“Why don’t you go somewhere else instead of f–king around here?” asks the male (who may be the store’s manager), sounding very annoyed. This surprises me because I am a customer in a grocery store just trying to reach a product. I inform the man that I am leaving (and I do) and that I will make sure none of my friends or family ever shop there again. (In real life, I no longer shop in the grocery store that absurdly promotes self-service through the cramped and problematic small self-service section with a trolley-full of groceries while the cashiers just stand around gawking as all the normal checkouts are blocked off.)

From here, I walk home (rather than continuing to do any shopping elsewhere), though the location and building is not that familiar, yet I know I live there with my family. It vaguely reminds me of some sort of unlikely composite of Duffy Street (Australia) and Arcadia’s North Monroe (where I have not lived since early 1968). There are many young people running around randomly in the front yard, perhaps involved in some sort of game (like informal soccer) or party, though there does not seem to be any order to any of it and some of them seem to be wearing very strange and random outfits. It may be some sort of high school or college event, such as a semester break (though I do not know why they picked this area as they obviously do not all live in the area).

As I decide to go around and enter my home through the back of the building to avoid collision or confrontation with what may be a chaotic group of addled college or high school students, a (unfamiliar and unknown) girl who seems friendly joins me. We walk to an area near the back of my apartment building (which at this point looks a bit like the apartment building across the yard from where I lived at North Monroe). The back of my building has a door to enter the premises (at about the middle of the walkway from where we are), though directly to my right seems to be another tall building so that it is like looking into a narrow alleyway. There are several boulders and large rocks within the alleyway which are blocking my way to the door (though realistically, it would be ridiculous to assume someone or even several people put them there by hand). “Who did this? How are people supposed to get into their apartment?” I ask the girl (who is standing to my left) angrily. The girl leads me to the other side of the building where the rocks are now mysteriously gone just from looking through the opposite side of the alleyway.

From here, we get to the back entrance where there is a screen door. A tall young unfamiliar male (though he seems almost thirty when I look again even though I first get the impression he might be a college football player) comes out asking “How are you doing, dad?” as if with mindless sarcasm related to my age (and I am at my own home after all and I assume he is not supposed to be there). At this point, I am annoyed, as I reach semi-lucidity and the waking stage at the same time. In previous dreams I used to shoot every annoying character during the waking process. This time I pull out a large knife and effectively run it across his throat as I wake.

This last part was strongly influenced by the “Secrets and Lies” television miniseries filmed where we used to live (where the father goes to get his oldest daughter and is insulted and pushed and told to leave by the younger male as if he had no right to look after his own children), where the little girl turns out to be the clever criminal and killer rather than the suspicious adult males or other characters. Sorry for giving it away but at least I spared you the misery of watching it. And yes, it was supposed to be a serious detective show.

The Night of November 2nd / The Morning of November 3rd

It's been awhile since my last entry, but here we go!

Pre-knowledge:

I was originally going to wake up at 9:30am this morning because I wanted to workout. But when my alarm went off, I just went back to bed. I'm going to label any violent parts with RED.

The Dream:
I was driving a huge ship in a very tropical-like scene. The ship was made of wood, and was gigantic. It didn't have sails. It was powered by motor. There were a couple people on the ship with me, wanting to anchor at a beach to relax. I was driving the ship, where normally, a ship as big as that couldn't go, because of the depth, but I didn't really pay attention to that.

We found a small mangrove beach, and I parked the boat parallel to shore. I anchored the back end of the boat, then got out to anchor the front. It turned out to be a major pain to anchor it. I anchored it really tightly, because nothing else worked. A few seconds later, the back end of the boat swung out into the channel, because the anchor came undone. The boat started drifting away.

Luckily, one of the people was still on it, and I told her to drive. I sprinted along the beach, then dove into the water to catch up to the boat. I got on the back, but the girl was not good at driving. I was hanging onto the back end of the boat, as the girl was speeding around turns and rivers. I moved to the side of the boat, which was worse, because I kept getting thrown around. We eventually stopped.

It was just me and the girl. I seemed to be a much older, more powerful figure. I'm 18, I seemed to be in my late 20s/early 30s. The girl looked to be around 20ish. We were in a town. It was late afternoon, so the sun was setting, and it lit the town up with an orange tint. We were walking along an alley, which was actually kind of like a lowered sidewalk. Our shoulders were level with the road. There was also a triangular roof above us.

The girl was talking to someone on level with the road. She was questioning him about a man. I don't really remember who. Things were getting sketchier the longer we walked in this alley. People were open wielding guns, pressuring us to buy things, etc. One guy, who seemed really small (like midget size) bumped into me. He was carrying a brown paper bag. I saw a gun in the bag and I assumed he was part of a pickpocket group.

I grabbed his head, and thrust it into the wall. His head exploded everywhere. Someone on street level, outside the alleyway, started yelling something at us. The girl seemed to be disappointed that I did that. I don't remember why, but we started running. The lowered sidewalk turned into an actual alleyway. We couldn't see the street anymore and the roof was still above us. The buildings got smaller, and seemed to be made of clay.

It was sunset, and we ran to the end of the alley. The darkness parted, and I was kind of blinded by the sunlight. We were standing in an old playground I think. There was a broken, rusty swing set, and we were standing on mulch. There were black plastic barriers surrounding the area that were about waist high. It was completely silent. The swing set consisted of two swings. One of them was missing. The other, creaking gently as the wind played with it.

I looked to the left, and there was a man standing there. He had a large staff, which was made of metal, was probably taller than he was, and had some kind of pressure systems on the ends. The girl and the man exchanged dialogue, of which I don't remember. Then the man took a fighting stance, and so did the girl. I figured now was the time to beat stuff up. We started fighting, and the girl seemed to stay out of it. I was wailing on the guy, but every single attack I launched at him, he blocked with his staff.

After a few minutes of fighting, I hit the end of his staff with my palm. From the other end of the staff, a white dove came out and flew away. The man started laughing. I kept hitting the end of the staff with all force. The doves didn't just fly out, they shot out, like a cannon, depending on how hard you hit the end. Every time I hit it, the guy seemed to giggle, as if it was his plan.

I then decided to hit the end lightly, and the dove only shot about 4 feet into the air above us. I yelled to the girl to hit it. The girl had some kind of weapon. I wasn't sure if it was a gun or a slingshot, but the bird exploded as she shot it. Some kind of droppings fell to the ground, like an owl pellet. I opened up the pellet, and inside was an egg with some feathers. I snatched the egg. The man with the staff seemed to have disappeared.

The girl helped me up. Suddenly a man with some serious five o' clock shadow appeared with a cigarette in his mouth. He congratulated us in getting the egg. He asked for a private word with me. He said something about someone being better than me, as if he was my boss or something. He plunged his lit cigarette into my cheek and I woke up.

I took a nap today with the intention of having a dream that hasn't repeated itself yet. These were the results. Very peculiar.



I was in some ghetto alleyway with several people. I thought of these people being dangerous because two of them were covered in this white powder that I thought was crack. (I was explaining to myself before the nap something about baby powder and then I dreamt of this) Anyways, I don't know what these people where up to the couldn't seem to form sentences and seemed rather unaware. The were circling around in curious patterns and then I thought “I gotta get outta here.” So I begin to walk away but one of the people start to follow me but I don't think anything of it, its almost like everything in the dream was hidden by appearance so that the person who was following me wasn't a stranger or danger. This person led me to this area where we stopped and then it was like I was watching a movie. There were to robots who were talking about there mechanical appearances and the usage of their appearance being rather useless. Like, this one robot had a spatula for an arm and said it didn't have any use for him and he didn't understand why it would be used by humans. After this segment I was walking down the always again because I felt like I needed to leave 'again' and then I ended up watching another movie sequence about someone winning a crown piece for their hair and how it was a great accomplishment for them to have been awarded this crown/hair piece. I was reminded of a dream I had in the past about running away and getting into trouble along the way. It was a specific dream I had about climbing latter’s and then falling down while running away from something. I think why I was reminded of this was because I wanted to get up and leave again and was inclined to but then was reminded of the hectic dreams I have when this does happen. The dream ended where I was in a theater watching a play but the stage props where bigger in size and in comparison to what the play was about so I was confused. I was then reminded of the Muppets. End.