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Morning of November 28, 2015. Saturday.



Yet again I am seemingly living in Cubitis, or at least in a version of my Cubitis bedroom (though there is not much furniture whereas the room had been crowded with furniture prior to my move), though I am also aware that I am married and living with my family as they are now, yet somehow, I perceive that I may only be around twenty years of age.

It seems late at night or a couple hours before sunrise, perhaps. All of my lights are on and the room is bright at first (unrealistically bright, in fact, though the scene is very vivid). However, there is eventually a strange mood, a sense of someone being outside in our front yard, and my lights go out at this point - though there also seems to be a bit of light and movement outside, perhaps from a flashlight shining through the curtains or a brief flash of the light from a police car (perceived as approaching from the north). I am wondering how this happened. Perhaps someone shut off the power from outside - yet I also get the impression that I may have mentally caused the power to go off of as an act of self-preservation. I decide to move away from all the tall windows so that my shadow is not seen to anyone outside, which is a bit illogical, as my shadow would have been more likely seen when my lights were on (typical skewed dream “logic”).

I carefully go to the middle west window and look out and see an unknown male (perhaps in his thirties) and another male to his left who may be his son. There are a couple backpacks lying on our lawn to their right and some of their apparel seems militia-related but not all. They are standing near the center of the front yard. They do not see me at any point. A strange event occurs. The older male fires a bazooka at our roof and I am aware that he is doing this because he is angry about our satellite dish and communications technology and I get a strong impression he does not want me or anyone in my family to communicate with anyone. He does not seem to want to destroy our household, just stop us from giving accurate information to people as well as preventing us from getting information from people or the outside world in general.

I go out to the carport and casually say hello to them after writing down the license plate number of their car (parked adjacent to the highway past our front yard), which is six digits in all and begins with a “three”, though I did not hold the number in my mind long enough to remember what it was now. It was “three” followed by a space, followed by three numbers (possibly 467), another space, and two more numbers (possibly 92). Somehow, I take it to actually be a telephone number such as one seen in a so-called infomercial (even though again, there are only six digits).

They walk into our carport, seeming uncertain of what to expect, but come into our house. The older male sits in an armchair (facing south and to the left of the implied carport door) and his son sits perpendicular to him to my right (facing west) as I am facing north, looking directly at the older male. The room and layout becomes unknown. It still seems to be implied to be my bedroom, but the carport door actually seems to lead to a hall at this point. (It is so typical of dreams to change layouts of a house at different times, as I had just used that door to go out to the carport and back into my room and now it leads to a hall.)

I very quickly pick up my large Olympic barbell (almost without thinking, as it had been leaning to my right against my chair) and jam it into his mouth (still remaining seated in my armchair and he in his across the room from me), all the way to the back of his neck, it seems. He is still alive but cannot move or speak and his eyes are bulging in utter fear. Although his face is generically human, it is too oddly rendered to be a real human face (typical of some dream types and scenes). His teenage son is very worried and remains seated and does not do anything even though they had brought their weapons into our house. He pleads with me not to hurt his father to any greater extent. I tell my wife Zsuzsanna, who is walking easterly by in the (fictional) hall, to call the police, even though I get a vague sense they may not like my “mistreatment” of this criminal, though that concern is not wholly emergent at any point.

Dream 1

I'm at my primary school in the gymnasium. It's been turned into a night club. I have Kayley with me, and I see Marleigh with her brother. We are all dancing and Kayley grabs Marleigh and pulls her towards us so they can dance with us. Marleigh looks at me and then grabs my cock, holding it with a tight grip. I kinda feel a little bit of pain. She's got a good grip, I can't even move.
I start talking to Marleigh's brother on the dance floor, and couldn't help but notice his poor taste in fashion. He's about 5-10 years too late. I tell him nice beard (referring to his chest hair that could be seen. Hes first few buttons on his shirt were undone), and mention that it's an in thing those beards. I tell him about my chest hair and try to show him what I had, but I have too much clothes on. I jokingly try to send him a picture of it.

There's a dance circle which had been formed and there was two black males with short frizzy haired dances in it. It looks like they're dressed up for a play or something. One of the males is sitting down on a chair when he pulls out a syringe and gabs himself with it, pretending to be sick.

I begin to do some weird shit on the dance floor and start moving my hands up and down as if I was using a horn on a truck.

Kayley walks over to Marleigh and Marleigh says that she probably wouldn't see us for another 8 years, and Kayley responds saying I doubt that.

Dream 2

I'm outside with Daryl and we notice a group of protesters. They're holding signs and all. I tell Daryl that these are the water protesters (wanting no chemicals in water).
They all make their way up some steps and we follow. We reach a rocky area which is close to the ocean. They walk the long way to where they're intending to go, and I take the short cut. The destination wasn't far at all and it's to an entrance of a cave where an aboriginal was standing. I'm standing on the rocks above him and I think he notices me.

We all are in front of the entrance now and the scene of the cave changes to a house. We begin talking to the aboriginal man for a few moments before we eventually enter the house.
There's a party going on inside, and I can see a lot of people. They seem to be having a great time. I see that more aboriginals come into the scene and they seem to be stand offish, and keep to themselves.

Everyone is dancing and I can't help but join in and feel the love. There's a hand railing in front of me.

Sam tells me she's leaving. Shortly after a female tells me that she's going to find Sam, and I insist that I will come along so she's not alone.
I can see a olympic barbell at the door, and a bike. It's blocking the path. I get passed them and head out and look for Sam. I see Sam and Ben in the distance, sitting on a chair. I reach them and see that Ben's holding some photos which are the size of an average painting. It's a picture of people playing Aussie Rules Football. It seems to be for Josh Arfods Dads birthday, and he isn't too sure on the photo.


Dream Fragment

1. Dave Clork is in a new relationship.

2. I look down at my stomach and notice that I have a gut. It looks like its sagging and I see that one area looks like its bulging out more then the other side.

I'm just standing in the kitchen faced the window, my sister is in the living room sitting on the recliner watching the television, when suddenly my mom appears beside me, she looks like she's trying to hide something, I joke around with her an nudge her but when I do she groans and says something is stuck in her throat, I roll my eyes thinking she is over exaggerating like usual or it's just a piece of ice that will melt as usual. But she continues to complain in panic so I begin to panic and take her seriously, she opens her mouth and tells my sister to look who by now has walked over to see why my mom was wigging. My sister says it's a tongue piercing, and then my mom walks over to the sink with a nervous caught smile. I ask her why the fuck she got her tongue pierced, and she wouldn't tell me. Then she realizes it's her tongue, it's swollen so she takes the barbell out of her tongue, and walks away to fake do something, I later tell her she'd better put the barbell back in if she doesn't want the hole to shut, she panics at this revelation and starts unscrewing the jewelry to put it in, I tell her to put the unthreaded one in so it won't irritate her fresh wound but she ignores my instruction, and I can tell she is having difficulties getting the jewelry in, she pushes on it very hard and I hear a loud pop noise, and she makes a loud cry of pain but continues, I examine what the noise was and realize she has a knife trying to assist her and that at first I thought she cut off a bit of her neck, but I realize she chopped off her whole ear. I yell to that she's chopped her entire ear off, she drops what she was doing and all three of us begin to panic, I yell to my sister to get some ice as I am getting small plastic bags, then my mom chopped both her pointers fingers off for no fucking reason as though oh well she already lost her ear, so I'm trying to put enough ice in three bags to put her ear and fingers in so we can take them to a hospital, but the ice keeps melting, especially in the ear bag, now they're rushing me and waiting at the door but I feel compelled to get every last bit of ice out of the freezer, and I do then we run out side, but I run back to my room real quick to grab proper pants so I don't go in lounge pants, and I'm just as annoyed as they that I am wasting time, but I finally run to the car and we drive down the main road of our city and I tell her that we should go to that dinky hospital that is just a little ways from here and that if they don't have the resources I'm sure an ambulance can take her to the big hospital that's city away, and suddenly my mom starts to drive in a dirt field to cut off a corner, and I hope there's no cops, but as we near the other street I see a cop but they didn't see us, then I see another cop and she too didn't see us, and then multiple cops drive by and we somehow avoid them all until the last cop swerves onto our side of the street and crashes into us head on.