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    1. Friday, September 25

      by , Yesterday at 07:16 AM
      I am at Camp Richardson with some of the family. Right now we are in some trailer that we are touring or in which we are planning a tour. There is something about it being a small space and people not wearing masks. I think David from Discology is here. Now we are down at the beach. The beach is a deep and wide expanse of only sand that doesnít seem to be crowded by other people. The water is calm and devoid of boats, etc. I am a ways out and jumping off a tall (20 ft?) wooden structure. Thereís something about the Grateful Dead - maybe theyíre playing in the background? I jump in and immediately hit the bottom, hard, but it doesnít really hurt, which surprises me because I thought it was much deeper. Back on the beach, Michelle is here and brings me a Starbucks? coffee, which I think is very sweet of her.
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    2. Thursday, May 28

      by , 06-07-2020 at 05:32 AM
      I am outside somewhere - it feels like an outdoor shopping mall or a boardwalk. Iím walking to a restaurant when I see Alex and Daylen. They walk over and we talk for a bit. I go into the restaurant now, more of a counter service place (maybe a MyPie?). It seems dim and there is a long, double backed line of people, spaced apart by pieces of large white tape on the grey polished concrete floor. I notice that everyone in here is around 16-18 and immediately feel out of place. Despite their age, I can tell they are from this certain generation by the way theyíre dressed and talking (*This reminds me of the barista last night that I thought was a pretty stereotypical example of the younger-than-me generation).




      It seems really early in the morning (dawn or just before), and Iím walking up to some chain food place. I order two black hot coffees, just assuming Brittney is coming to meet me. When I text her, she says sheís already getting coffee somewhere. I finish mine, which actually has milk/flavor, and start on the other. The coffee is good for a place that doesnít specialize in coffee.
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    3. Saturday, May 9

      by , 05-13-2020 at 09:33 PM
      Melissa and I have had a baby. We are somewhere outside where there are a bunch of tents set up - like camping tents, but I think slightly bigger. I think all of these tents are for couples and their newborns. I also think this is the first time we get to see our kid. Sitting outside of the tent, the baby is revealed to me. When I first see her I cannot help but to grin and be filled with joy. She is chunky but very pretty, with fine, yellow hair. We have named her Makayla, and, in fact, she looks like both Makayla and myself as babies. She crawls around, smiling and laughing (it looks like sheís around six months old). She gets that same devious expression on her face that I sometimes get and it causes me to feel excited. ĎShe is spunkyí, I think, imagining the years to come. I play around with her, making her laugh, giving her kisses. I tell her jokes and I think she actually talks back (not 100% mature, but definitely too advanced for her age). Now, I am leaving to go to a Starbucks that is right by here to reheat a drink for Mom. I walk through some storefronts along a slightly winding paved area and donít notice anyone else out. Just as I come up on the Starbucks, I realize that I am not wearing a mask and that they may not take kindly to that here. Moreover and probably more importantly, I realize that I am completely naked. I become aware of my bare torso, backside, and penis juxtaposed against this setting. I wonder about the legality of this and then go back to get the coffee that Iíve forgotten anyway. I come back, this time clothed, but without the coffee. There are people wearing face masks and waiting, distanced from each other. The barista behind the counter sees me and goes to take my order, but I tell him I forgot something and Iíll be right back. Now, I am taking the coffee out of a microwave (not sure if itís in the Starbucks or not). It looks like a short sized cup of a tan colored coffee drink. There is ice in it, but I think it may also be hot? I try it and itís creamy and really not all that good. Mom is here, sitting on a long, brown leather couch. She takes the drink, tries it, and agrees with me. I am back with Melissa now and we are going to go home with our kid. I think about what life is going to be like now with a baby, specifically the nights.




      I am with Dad somewhere and heís talking about walking around some of the houses in this neighborhood (I think they are nice). Iím looking at one across the street right now. It is right next to the asphalt street and looks to be completely a glass curtain wall with vertical supports every ten feet or so. Right now it is mostly a reflection, so itís almost as if itís disguised, not there. Dad says he was walking by one and taking a picture and then he thought someone was about to come out and punch him - except it was just a woman? He says he offered to show her the pictures, that theyíre just scenery and nothing bad. I tell him I feel weird/bad about taking pictures sometimes, too. Dadís going to go for a walk right now and is offering for me to come. I look out and slightly to the right and see a woman walking up a slight ravine in a mostly green hillside.
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    4. Saturday, May 2

      by , 05-11-2020 at 10:24 PM
      I am in the room of some house. Also here is John. I am aware of the fact that he is actually not living, so I guess this must be some kind of apparition or spirit visitation. He does look somewhat different, though not his features - maybe a tiny bit transparent. His expression and demeanor are peaceful, happy, and content. We talk, and it is nice to talk to him. I express that I donít want this to have to end, and with a grin he says that we are always able to do this.




      I am working at a Starbucks with Brittney. There is a blond girl who orders an iced coffee at the counter but then never takes it. I think that this is supposed to be spiteful and/or mess us up, but I donít see how, as sheís the one out money and without a drink. She continues hanging around and not taking the drink, though thereís no way she canít see it. Brittney and I comment on this. The girl then ends up in an apron and working, doing dishes at a stainless steel sink. I then end up doing dishes, cognizant of how gross they feel. I scrub them with some black strap that has different sections of sponges of different coarseness. I notice that each section is labeled, I think with both a number and letter. I think weíre having a visit or inspection today.
    5. Saturday, March 14

      by , 03-15-2020 at 06:25 AM
      I am on a boat with most of the family I think. It is a passenger boat with seating up top (like the boat we went on in Maui), and seems to be travelling pretty fast. I am holding a very full cup of coffee, somehow balancing and not spilling it. I notice the thin layer of froth on top and think itís miraculous that itís not spilling in these conditions. I think we now either pick up speed and/or it becomes very windy, because Iím finding it hard to just stay on the boat without holding on. Finally, I succumb and am tossed over the railing. I think I am able to strongly swim some of the way back, but theyíll have to come back for me.
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    6. Thursday, March 5

      by , 03-09-2020 at 03:34 AM
      I am outside and approaching a Starbucks. It looks more like a concessions building that youíd find at a theme park. There are a ton of people waiting, then I see that they are in three lines. I keep walking and get into the furthest line which is significantly shorter. I then notice that each line corresponds to a method of payment, this line being one that I do not qualify for. Since Iím almost up, I hope Iíll be able to slide by or tell them I didnít know (the signs are rather small and high up). I am up now and the short and pudgy blonde barista about my age takes my order without regard to the line types. I get some kind of black iced coffee. We start talking, and I tell her how Starbucks kind of sucks. I tell her there are just so many more quality options, then realize that she works at a Starbucks so this might be uncomfortable for her.
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    7. Wednesday, February 19

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:30 PM
      I am driving up to what looks like some event outside of a school or something similar when I notice Makayla and Mom walking this way on the sidewalk. My window is down and it seems like a very pleasant day. Makayla is holding an imperial pint glass that looks like it is full of very light Guinness or nitro cold brew. I roll up to her and the first thing I say is ďmy goodnessÖ my Guinness.Ē She says itís actually some flavored iced coffee (hazelnut?). I try a sip and itís really frothy and not all that bad. I think I already have an iced coffee as well. I realize that Iím in the middle of the road and start moving again. There is one intersecting road to the right where I am going to try to turn around, but I think someone has already gone around me.




      I am at work when I notice a sketchy person heading towards the menís shoes. I think he already has some merchandise and a small, empty looking, black plastic bag. When we see him turn the corner again, the merchandise is gone and the bag looks full. We agree that this makes him good to stop, so I try to get downstairs before he does. I do this pretty easily and get by the door that it looks like he is going for. I try to look inconspicuous, and when I look back I see that Bobby is right by him, talking to him, still in the store. I wonder what he could possibly be doing, until I see him start walking him back. This really irritates me. Back in the office, the guy is hesitant but compliant. He seems homeless. He says his name is Kenneth Cox and that he is 46? I get all the paperwork done before calling PD. I ask his birth date, realizing Iíll need it, and he says something like Ď5 oíclockí. He keeps giving me bullshit answers, and I canít tell if itís on purpose or if heís just not all there. I realize he doesnít have an ID, so PDís going to have to come anyway. I think of how they may need video and how Bobby stopped him while he was still in the building, which irritates me more.
    8. Friday, July 26

      by , 08-03-2019 at 06:08 PM
      I am walking around downtown, and there seems to be an event going on. I walk into a smaller coffee shop, right behind a group of three girls about my age. They sort of spilt up in the line, so that I am in front of one of them. She is talking sort of excitedly about how she is going to get something with eight shots, as if her caffeine tolerance is just really high. I think one of the others orders and then they try to get me to go. I politely decline, asking if theyíre sure, since I thought they got here first. They coax me into going, so I step up to the wooden counter. The barista is kind and friendly, with dirty blond/brown hair and tan skin; she seems familiar from somewhere. I ask for an iced Americano with five shots instead of the four I think it usually comes with. She says sheís already got one started, holding out a larger sized cup thatís full, too full for my preference, of ice. When the finished drink comes out, I take it over to a wooden bench along the wall opposite the buildingís front wall and window. The evening light shines golden, drenching the place in a peaceful, languid haze. There are a few others sitting around, quietly keeping to themselves. There is a very laid back vibe, either caused by or enhanced by the lighting. I notice the girl who wanted eight shots is seated to my left, sitting lengthwise with the bench, her knees bent and feet up. She is wearing shorter black athletic shorts and is on her phone. She has two smaller bags on the bench, one placed on top of the other. They start to tilt and then the top one completely falls off, taking the other partially with it. I try but fail to get her attention. Now, I consider trying to talk to her or the other two also, but I donít really want to bother them, as they donít need anyone to talk to. Iím not sure what Iím going to do now, except maybe sit here for a while.
    9. Thursday, May 16

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:27 PM
      I am going to Starbucks with Brittney and I think one other. It is dark out. Iím not sure if weíre walking or driving, but either my leg or arm is pressed up slightly against Brittney. Her back feels hard and slightly warm through the soft shirt. Earlier, I had gone to a different Starbucks to pick up a mobile ordered Americano. I saw a tall cup about ĺ full that looked like the right color and with a little froth on top. I was impressed with how good it looked, but discovered that it was a hot chocolate after taking a few sips. I felt a little ashamed for assuming. We now enter the Starbucks and see Blake working. He casually greets us and points us to the right to mobile order pickup. The building seems low, long, and somewhat industrial and dim. We go to the pickup, and Blake comes over and begins making the drinks. He is now more friendly with us, striking up conversation. He is wearing shorter shorts and either no shirt or a see-through shirt/tank top? I notice his chest hair, brunette on his whole chest and torso, contouring his body.
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    10. Sunday, August 19

      by , 12-20-2018 at 03:46 AM
      I am at some house with some others (in the dream they are familiar, but Iím not really sure who they are. I think they are younger and family friends/people weíve known a while but donít see all the time). One of them is trying to see a picture of my hair when it was longer. I am looking through my pictures, but canít find one. I then go onto Snapchatís Ďmy eyes onlyí. I scroll slowly, thinking I have inappropriate pictures on here. The boy is practically looking right over my shoulder, and I wish he would back up a bit. I donít find any pictures except for what looks like a lot of pictures from Yosemite. I think I mustíve lost some pictures or something. Weíve been outside, but I now go up a slight hill and into the house to use the bathroom. Most lights are out and it seems later, leading me to believe that anyone in here is asleep. I go into the slightly large bathroom, and the door doesnít shut quite right. I then get it to stay as closed as itíll get and stand right by it while I use the toilet, since itís right by the door.



      I am with Melissa and Mom in a small coffee shop. Both Mom and I have cups that weíve just drank coffee from. I think they both still have ice in them. Mom sets hers on the counter and orders a chai with espresso in it. I ask for an in iced Americano, also setting my cup on the counter. We all sit at the counter and Mom tells us how her and the barista, a black lady a bit younger than Mom, have known each other for a while.
    11. Space Rock Treasure

      by , 10-22-2018 at 03:04 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      Iím at the counter of a coffee shop that looks like one in a town not far from where I work. They seem to be selling small squares of chocolate cake, and I decide Iíll get one with my espresso. Iím hoping that it will be less expensive than their big slices of cake. But the total comes out to a little more than $10ómeaning it was actually quite a bit more expensive. The woman behind the counter tells me that, if the total comes up to just a little more, which it would if I ordered a different kind of coffeeóbut actually, I canít seem to get her to explain whatís supposed to happen and why it would be a good thing.

      After a couple attempts, though, it occurs to me that Iím probably dreamingópossibly just because it was one of those rare scenarios - rare for me, anyway - thatís enough like waking life to where the differences are obvious. I look around the room. I have just enough time to observe that this is actually quite a good rendition of the waking life location before my vision starts fading.

      I head for the door, and stepping outside seems to fix the problem. I can see just fine here. Iím now on a street thatís a little reminiscent of the waking life one that Iíd expect to be here, but more vibrant and interesting. But I donít stick around: I start running down the street, then flapping the wings I know will be there when I want them to be, then flying.

      I rise higher, above the treetops, then make a strange kind of turnóI ought to be flying straight up, but somehow Iím parallel to the ground in a different location. I seem to be above a forest now, and above me is the evening sky. Thereís sort of a natural path here, a groove where the foliage is lower, and I fly along it. I pass a lamppost on my right. Itís an interesting thing, very modern-lookingójust a smooth, cylindrical pole with a vertical slit near the top that has purple light shining through it. I note that it would be completely useless from the groundóalmost as if this is a real trail Iím flying along, and it's lighting it.

      Was there anything I was planning to do next time I had a lucid dream? The only thing I can think of is actually looking at my wings. I never seem to think of it untilólike nowóIím already in the air. Oh, well.

      In the sky, above and ahead of me, I can see a red lightóreally, more like a small circle of lights. I figure Iíll go see what it is. That might be interesting.

      I fly towards it. Pretty soon, thereís nothing in my field of vision but sky and the red light. It will be harder to maintain lucidity with nothing more solid to focus on, I know, and so I increase my concentration.

      Once Iím closer to it, I can see what it is: a meteor, headed down towards the earth. I wonder if I should try to keep it from hitting. I aim myself towards it, but miss and end up behind it. I fly back down towards it, manage to catch up, but miss it that time, too. But, as I happen to glance at the fields below, I spot chunks of broken-up rocks in a few places. They look like the same type of rock the meteor is made of. And it isnít a very big oneóonly about half my height. Maybe this isnít something to worry about, thenóthis is something that happens all the time here.

      I watch as it hits and breaks apart and then land to get a closer look. Among the fragments is a pile of colorful rocks. Some look like red and white crystals, some like turquoises, others like amethyst geodes. I gather them up.

      I notice that someoneís nearbyóan Asian man, maybe in his 20s. It occurs to me that he might want some of the rocksóand really, I donít have any claim to them. I was just the first person to get here. I offer him some. He says heís only interested in the turquoises right now and picks one outóa particularly smooth oneóand sets it among a large number of others he has in a bag. I insist that he take another one, too, but then wake up soon after that.

      (8.10.18)
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    12. The Gifts You've Been Given

      by , 04-13-2018 at 12:55 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      Iím an observer watching a scene unfold on a boatóbut really, itís more that Iím looking at it and the people on deck while being aware of the situation playing out there in a more abstract way. There are some documents I need for traveling on this boat, and Iím not sure if I have them or if I need to go through some process to get them.

      The scene shiftsóIím now exiting a bus. But instead of winding up outside as I had expected, Iíve simply stepped onto another bus. I quickly take a seat behind the two women who entered ahead of me and wonder where this one is going to take me.

      The scene shifts againóthis time, Iím waking up in the back of a car my parents are driving. It feels as if Iím younger in this one. Weíve just stopped by a building I recognize as the one where my fatherís workshop is. That means weíre not far from home now. I fall back asleep.

      The scene shifts yet againóthis time, Iím in a grocery store. And this time, I know itís a dream, although I still seem to think the last bit with the car was waking reality. I think it would be best if I sleep for the remainder of the trip, and so that means making sure this dream lasts.

      I look around. There donít seem to be anyone here but me. It's reminiscent of the specialty grocerís down the street from my old flat on Svornosti. That means there should be a counter over in the corner where I can get some coffee.

      I go over and find the counter is there, and that thereís somebody behind it. Thereís nothing displaying prices, so I just put down three bills, possibly dollars, which seems like a more than fair price. But the woman tells me I have to make the coffee myself using the machine there. Itís an odd contraption, like no coffee maker Iíve ever used, but after messing around for it a bit, I get it to pour some coffee out - Turkish style, with the grounds at the bottom. I drink it. This isnít a conscious attempt at stabilization, I donít thinkójust something that struck me as a pretty good ideaóbut it may have had that effect, as itís normally hard for me to stay asleep so late in the morning.

      I consider where to go from here. Perhaps home, where the car was headedóonly I have no idea where I am right now. But if I fly, perhaps Iíll see some familiar landmark from the air and be able to find my way from there. And to fly, Iíll need a high place to launch fromóso it looks like Iím headed to the roof.

      In the meantime, Iíve noticed six or seven wolves between two shelves on the upper story, which is a sort of balcony over one half of the store. They all trot off in a single direction as I watch. Are they coming after me? But I wasnít planning on sticking around here in any case. I climb a shelf and phase through the ceiling.

      I now find myself in a room lit by a warm light. A long mahogany table laid with bright red dishes is some distance offóset for an elaborate meal, it looks like. It's quite pretty. I continue on my way, climbing another shelf and jumping through the ceiling.

      This time Iím in an attic-like room near a big calico cat that, in typical feline fashion, seems entirely unimpressed by my unusual method of transportation. But itís about then that I wake up.

      I also wake up remembering something elseónot something I heard, but words that seemed to be impressed on my mind. It went something like: ďUse the gifts youíve been given, human.Ē I donít know who said itóperhaps it was the cat?óbut it seemed somehow independent from the rest of the dream, like it was taking place on a different level. Good advice, in any case.

      12.4.18 - (Happy Lucid Dreaming Day, everyone!)
    13. It Couldn't Happen to Me

      by , 01-22-2018 at 08:02 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      My old friend Saimi and I are sitting at a table by the cityís inner wall, having coffee. They are thick walls, built with greyish stone, and through a window in the wallóa rough hole with a metal grid across itówe can see something a little troubling taking place: a small group of oni is building a campfire there, in the courtyard area between this wall and the outer one. Theyíre larger than humans, with colorful skin and wearing rough clothing, some of it made from animal skins. Itís odd, I think to myself. Itís been ages since Iíve read, watched or played anything with oni in it. The ones I can recall looked different. And yet, these guys strike me as familiarófamiliar as individuals, even. I canít account for it.

      Anyway, Saimi and I have business to take care of. I have been investigating a series of mysterious events that Saimi has been involved with in some wayósomething from a dream from earlier in the night that I can no longer rememberó and since our last meeting, my research has turned up something quite interesting. We have two small pages of text with us that appeared when the events took place and that we suspect may be connected to them somehowóboth the same text, but one copy in English and one in Korean. They seem to concern some kind of game.

      The oniówhom weíve been keeping a watchful eye on this whole timeóare now entering through the gate, which isn't far from where we're sitting, and roaming the city square. Presumably, they're looking for someone to eat. Should we move? We decide not to. They'll probably be satisfied with only one person, and thereís only a small chance itíll be one of us. We continue talking. But suddenly, I feel myself grabbed from behind and carried backwards. My espresso cup falls to the ground and rolls away. I call out something to Saimi as I struggle to get freeóbut then the dream shifts around us. Iím not sure now whether it was something I did intentionally or something that just happened, but at any rate, I seem to be better prepared for it than the oni are. While theyíre trying to figure out what just happened, I break loose and run for it.

      Or rather, my character on the screen does, since Iím now experiencing this as a video game. I get a few screens away, at which point I know Iím safe. From there, I explore the town where I now am for a little while, going into houses and talking to the people thereóand then I seem to be on my computer, checking my email. As I watch, new emails are arriving in my inbox every few seconds, which is unusual. Something big must be happening.

      And then I wake up.

      (22.1.17)
    14. The Red Tree Mystery

      by , 08-21-2016 at 05:05 PM (Exploring My Mind)
      Since starting back in my lucid dreaming practices a couple of weeks back, I've recalled quite a few dreams, almost one every night, barring a few days, but I've yet to put any of those in here. With that being said, here's this morning's, in which I recalled two pretty sparse fragments and one non lucid dream.
      My dad was insistently questioning me about shower curtains. Literally all I've got on this one. What could it mean? Are the shower curtains symbolic of the walls we put up around ourselves? 6deep8me.
      I was in a very ritzy looking cafe, enjoying a cup of coffee and browsing my phone, looking at various pictures of a girl I thought was cute. Again, just a fragment. Unlike the strange nature of that first fragment, however, this dream had a nice, fluffy, happy feeling to it. Now, for the actual full non-lucid:
      I was in some sort of ruins, and could see a sort of heads up display that looked like No Man's Sky's HUD. Lately, it seems like NMS has worked its way into my dreams in subtle ways. I was exploring these ruins on some sort of vague quest, gathering up materials and items. Eventually I found my way into a big building, which looked like something straight out of the game The Witness. It even had a similar puzzle inside of it that I was required to solve. Floating above the ground was a chrome-colored monolith with a red tree insignia on it. Touching the monolith made it dive into the ground, and several huge, red trees sprouted up around me. A river of orange-ish colored water began flowing between the crevices in the floor. How would I solve this puzzle? Unfortunately you get the cliffhanger that never ends on this one, as that's all I can remember.
    15. Stepfather driving in Beach, Not Me With a Gun, Coffee & Donuts

      by , 07-25-2016 at 07:09 PM
      I was in the backseat of an SUV with my stepfather driving and my mother in the passenger seat and maybe my little brother next to me. We were on a sandy and rocky beach, the ocean immediately to our right. I told my stepdad that I felt afraid we were too close to the ocean and that I have dreams about him driving like this.

      Later:
      I had a gun. I was not me. I was going to go next door to a house and [kill???!! idk] 2 young girls. I felt hesitant and afraid and I didn't do it. But I kept thinking I had to go over there.

      Then I was on a train, maybe the same person, not me. I needed to go several cars ahead of me, but the train was moving and the sideboards that you were supposed to use were outside of the car, and I was afraid I would fall so I didn't go.

      Later:
      I was with an old friend whom Ive recently been wondering about in waking life. Some other people were there too. We might have been in a foreign country. We sat at a table at a convenience store/cafe. A man asked us if we wanted anything. At first we all declined, but I saw that I had a box with 3 donuts in it and I decided to order some coffee to go with them. My friend also ordered coffee. Soon after I saw my coffee on the counter near the register with a receipt under it and I walked over and picked it up.
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