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Part I: "Tough Love Tactics"

Through the whole dream, there was this buzzword that had kept coming up. Something along the lines of "Tough Love Tactics". In the waking world, I still haven't a clue what that means.

Anyways, the dream was rather vague. I don't remember too much of how it began, though what I do remember is this man, perhaps me, who had been walking around, two orange-yellow figures appearing next to him every now and again. He kept saying those figures were important, though I for the life of me could not tell why. They seemed almost transparent, but fully solid at the same time. One moment we entered this house, and in it was a chair, a computer and a radio. I then saw him use those two figures, and it was rather interesting.

One was using the computer, the other fiddling with the radio as if they both knew what they were doing. I asked the man who might have been me "How did you do that?", he replied with "It's Tough Love Tactics." which boggled me even as I woke up minutes later.

Notes:

I never saw the guy's face, but he was about as tall as me, wore a blue shirt and had blonde hair.
There was something having to do with dragons in this dream, but I can't remember for the life of me what they had to do with the dream.
The room with the computer and the radio seemed very foreign to me.

Interpretation:

Perhaps, the two figures represent different sides of me, and the term "Tough Love Tactics" pertains to a sort of mental state where I must think realistically yet praise myself at the same time. Perhaps, it has to do with self-loathing.

12-31-2012 -- [Three dreams from the last day of the year, even if in kind of limited format. Was sleeping poorly, edge of sick, hints of sleep apnea, and waking far too frequently.] I seem to be reading a message forum set up for a childrens' book author, who slowly turns out to be Bonnie M. The forum seems much more like a Bravenet-style forum or a Prodigy or Genie-style pre-web service, and I haven't checked in for a very long time.

There is a lengthy, involved discussion on the forum, itself, and updates needed but not made, and wondering if they will ever be fixed. This leads to another discussion about rumors of problems between the author (Bonnie) and the webmaster that might have to be resolved before any fix could occur. One of the people on the forum turns out to be one of Bonnie's grandchildren, who says she'll ask her Baba what the issue is. I'm worried about what she might say, since I am the one who designed and installed the website.

I accidentally post a reply on my old account, which I really didn't want to do, for fear it might cause problems. I quickly go back and delete the message, but somebody has already replied to it, and it leads to another discussion about whether I came back, or whether somebody new has been hired on to update the site. And the debate continues.

[In real life, I did design the web site, but she was a clown, not a childrens author, and the web site had no need for a forum, so I did not include one. And since I designed it, and had a bit of a falling out with her, somebody else has come in and done some limited further work on the site.]

12-31-2012 -- [Kind of a continuation of the previous dream, but I know I woke up and tried to fix the dream in my head before I dropped off into sleep again.] I am still dealing with the computer forum, and problems related to it, and my accidental post, but now it is more a forum about/for Harry Potter and/or Harry Potter fan-fiction, with hints of Runescape's Player Owned Ports thrown in. (As has been the case with many of my dreams, lately.)

Messages seem to be kind of color-coded (like the POP characters), but they refer to three factions within Hogwarts that are making plans for me. I am Harry Potter, of course, and myself, Minerva and Albus are all making plans for me, for what I should be doing, and where my life should be going. I prefer my plans, strangely enough. Snape hates me, but is honest enough to admit that my plans seem to be both the most realistic, and the most reasonable.

The forum software has a strange display system that kind of flow-charts the messages, and has them in multiple columns all over the screen, almost like some sort of out-of-control rabid shoutbox. I have made a post trying to deal with all this, and urging for my own plans for my life, and the system has displayed them in a box of their own on the far right top of the screen. The message ties in to the previous discussion, but branches off in a new direction, so probably should be a new message, and I planned to post it with a new account, but it accidentally came out under my old name. I at least manage to go back and change the name on it, though it still remains in the same place on the screen.

12-31-2012 -- [Another fragmented bit from the same night, but a little more active and involved.] I'm at the Hickory house in the front yard, playing some sort of small-scale live-action version of Risk, with hints of a game behind the game ... layers upon layers. There is a real feeling of wrong and menace in the air, like something evil is going on. I want to go inside and be safe, but the evil seems to be concentrated around the front door, and going through it might be extremely dangerous.

It kind of feels somewhat like something evil but invisible is trying to attack me from behind, except I can just barely kind of sense it. I grab at something, and come away with a magic wand, and holding that wand kind of grants me better vision for what I am trying to see. It's almost like a wand-using dementor that had been invisible to me, but now I can kind of see it, almost as a sort of black aura.

I can't go through the front door, but mom's bedroom window is open just a couple of inches, and I am thinking if I can force it open a little further, I can climb in the house through it. There is still a sense of evil around and even in the house, but not as great as what is blocking the front door. I manage to force the window, and climb inside. As I am soon heading down the hall toward the living room area, I sense more figures which I can't really see, except as a light trace of aura.

It seems my house and the magic world kind of overlap. They kind of occupy the same physical space, but on different planes of existence. I just can't usually see or sense the other plane. With the dementor, though, the evil was heavy enough to sense, and once I'd taken it's wand, I could sense more. There are a couple of witches in the hall with me, and it seems they can always sense or see our world, but they are extremely surprised that I can suddenly sense theirs, and have a wand.

Minerva and Tonks are the witches in the hall, I think, and Minerva is thinking about obliviating me and taking the wand away, but I am strongly against this! This is my house, dang it! I start to use what limited powers I have with the wand as a focus. I don't know any spells, but I just say what I want in English and apply my will, and have some success. "Light!" I get a small, not terribly impressive Lumos. "See!" That works better. Everything starts to come into focus, and I can see more of the witches than just their auras.

It seems that the space my house shares in the wizards' world is a magical hospital. The black doctor from the Fawlty Tower episode The Germans is the main doctor here, but he has been attacked with some kind of spell that has cost him his memory. His patients really need help, but he doesn't know which ones are his, any more. Tonks is helping him get around, leading him to see the patients and see if he recognizes any. He doesn't. But when he is led to one of the few that they know is his patient, he is able to help the man.

I use the wand I stole and my will, and cause a light pink aura to appear around all of his patients, so we can figure out which ones are his, and lead him to them. As he approaches each one, more of his memory returns with each one, and he is able to heal each one, so I am saving lives with my stolen wand, and buying myself good will among the magic users.

Suddenly I find myself in a courthouse I can largely remember from previous dreams, relating to getting into trouble while driving. I am not in any trouble this time, and am just filing some papers connected to my license or something. I have two things to do here, but I remember from past trips getting one thing done, and then being told I didn't have to wait in line to get the second thing done, because the person I needed to see next could see when I finished the first thing.

I am hoping for the same courtesy this time, but they have rearranged the courthouse, and the second counter is no longer in sight of the first one, so I have to walk past several other counters to reach the one I need. When I reach the right counter, two sides away, I am still called right up, but as I am passing through the line, I find that Dave D. (a childhood friend) is here, as well, and is now with me on this errand. His father, Don, is also here, and is calling to us and acting silly, which is something I have never seen him do before. Weird and unconnected to the rest of the dream.

Frags:

• Java coding
• chamber music

Frags:

• "Stonehenge giant"
• "high computing power"
• "abyss"
• "Rite of Spring"

[I haven't been updating on schedule because it's finals week. Predictably, after so much time, I have no recollection of any of these dreams.]

Teacher Comments

Over SSH, I open up the log file of my grading hours to find that the professor has edited it to leave me a message. I thought only I had permission to modify it. Hmmm. Oh well.

Enough

During a break in the lecture, I've been talking with a classmate about how to prove the next major proposition. He thinks he has an idea, so he tells the professor. The professor (who's only about 30 and has a carefree attitude) tells him he should go up to the board and present the proof to the class. My classmate is somewhat taken aback at this unusual request, but he obeys. Of course, he doesn't completely understand his proof (he only knew the general outlines), so a minute later he runs into a problem and his presentation stumbles to a halt. The professor steps in to say that it's a good start, and also, "That's probably enough for today. We'll finish the proof next time." I'm confused again, because we still have a few minutes left in class--plus it's weird that he ended the lecture with a rough student presentation. It seems to me that his carefree attitude doesn't lend itself well to being a good teacher.

Feral Fox

I get out of the car to see a mangy fox running around our driveway. I expect it to run away from me, but it charges! I kick at it in an attempt to avoid getting bitten. Who knows what diseases it might have. It dodges my foot and runs a few yards away, but I'm not sure if I've scared it off for good yet.

Clock Lag

I wake up and roll over in bed to check the time. I scribble some short notes in my dream journal, then check the time again to record when I woke up. To my surprise, the time seems to have jumped forward by five minutes. I check my cell phone's other two clocks. [My phone has three alarms, which in the dream I must have confused with separate timekeeping devices.] First one, then the other, ticks over from one minute to another minute five minutes later. It must be a kind of lag induced by having been in idle mode all night. Soon I wake up for real. [The actual time was about a half-hour earlier than the time in the dream.]

Frags:

• "faster way home"

8-13-2012 -- Very fragmentory. There was a lot more to this, but all I can pull out of my memory is bits. A few of those bits were interesting enough to make it worth posting, however. (Same thing all night long. Three dreams, but only parts, and all over the place.)

I think there was something about a wrestling company, and somebody complaining about how they were being held back, and threatening the bosses, until they remind him that's just his character, and he's actually too nice a guy to follow through on something like that. Also some hint about vampires, but can't remember anything more than that.

Soon I seem to be kind of working in a hotel, sort of, and being sent all over the place. Somebody has asked if I can make a Chinese omelet, and I have no idea how, but I say I'll figure it out, and will ask one of the two friends online who have been helping me with stuff. I see a French guy wandering by, and he somehow sounds slightly familiar, so I ask him if he is Pierre, and explain I think he is a friend of mine from on-line. He tells me he doesn't know me, never heard of me, and please get away from him.

One of my bosses seems to be Umbridge, and she is yelling at me, and trying to trap me and/or a dog in a sort of tall crate, but I move too quickly, and have somehow locked her in, instead. Think there was more to this, but it is gone now.

Something about trying to hook up, or rehook some computers together for a possible girl friend, and then I suddenly find myself in the Buena Park Mall, somewhere near Waldenbooks, and am helping an attractive blonde with something. We're heading toward either May Co or the exit on La Palma near it, but she says she wants an Orange Julius, and I point out that shop is in the other direction. She decides it isn't important.

Soon we're being chased by something up and down narrow stairways, but we don't really know what it is that is chasing us. Some guy hands me a high-pressure spray paint can that can shoot 20 or 30 feet, and I start spraying it around to prove there isn't anything there, and instead I find I am highlighting some sort of hell horse or evil centaur that was invisible, and now I can actually see it to try and get away from it.

Was a cool dream, wish I could remember it better.

I dreamt that president Bush was showing me around this Govt. facility somewhere near Dallas, TX. It had a large area enclosed around it by walls and an automated defense system. They took some time showing me the automatic machine guns & the equipment housing them. There was a lot of these units placed around the perimiter. These were controled by computers with artificial intelligence. The machine gun system could be overridden by manual control as well. The turrets for the defense system would pop up out of the ground in front of the walls, and could rotate 360 degrees to prevent escapees and intruders. There was a lot of razor wire in front and behind the turret line. This place was designed to hold a large number of terorists in a camp as a prison. Although nobody was held there as of yet, it sat there waiting to be unleashed. The president told me something had gone wrong with the plans to capture and mass move the terrorists there.

03/05/12

Countdown
I am in a space ship of some kind, and I am holding a very small explosive device. In spite of its small size, I know it will pack a lot of power if it is allowed to explode. I am trying to disarm the bomb, which is quite difficult considering the size and the fact that one wrong move will make it explode. I am moving a tiny wire carefully through a conduit when I accidently touch the wire to the side of the conduit… and BOO… no… I immediately load a "save game" from before the bomb exploded. Basically I go back in time a few minutes to try again. This time I am successful and I disarm the bomb. I hear someone laughing on the communications screen. There is a man there saying it did me no good, he has another bomb. He holds it up to show me, and it is an identical bomb to the one I just disarmed. He is being quite careless with it. He is shaking it in my face when it goes off. The screen goes blank, and I know the idiot just blasted himself into subatomic particles.

Fight Night
I am in an underground are where I am investigating a ring of illegal extreme fighters. They are known for getting fighters off the street and having them fight to the death. Some of the fighters are there of their own free will, others are coerced and forced into it. I am watching a fight, and one of the two combatants punches the other one in the face. The punch is so hard that I can both see and hear that the man's jaw isn't just broken, but shattered. I get in the way before the attacker can finish the job by killing the injured man. The man asks me what the fuck I think I'm doing, this is no place for a woman, get out of the way! I tell him if I can kick his ass, he has to let the other man live. He laughs at me and says if that happens, he'll give up fighting for good. I don't think he really expects me to try it… but I do. I fight the man, using the extra strength and martial arts skill I have in the dream state. And I kick his ass solidly. He and all the audience are stunned, clearly they had all set bets against me. I go over and heal the man with the broken jaw, he says he just wants to get home to his family. He leaves quickly. The crowd is still staring at me, stunned, when I wake up.

Hawaii Five-O
I am on a beach in what seems to be Hawaii, or at least it looks like the setting of Hawaii 5-O. Complete with Steve and Danny right there with me. I am staring at Steve, who is Alex O'Loughlin, and he is sooooo hot! I'm not sure what has happened to me, but it seems I am in need of having an IV hooked up to me. Danny is the one doing that, and I notice that the needle hardly hurts at all when he puts it in. I am then given the bag of stuff that has to be put into my body. I don't know what it is, but the fluid is red. It looks like red Kool-Aid. I am not paying much attention to that, just holding it up as Danny has instructed me, and I am staring at Steve. He is shirtless. I wonder if I might be drooling.


Sephiroth
I won't go into detail about this one, but I wanted to make note of the fact I had one of the most intense and memorable sex dreams ever! It was a hot and wild one with Sephiroth!


Midnight Storm
I am at the house I used to live in about 15 years ago, and I am sitting at my computer writing a program for a game. I am looking at the code on the screen and trying to find the source of an error. Outside, a thunderstorm is raging on. The thunder is so loud it really sounds more like bombs falling outside the house. It sounds so realistic that I finally get up from my seat and look out the back door, which has a nice view of the city below. I half expect to see the city in flames with bombs falling and exploding. Of course it is fine, and there are spectacular bolts of lightning flashing through the night. I look at the time, it is almost 1:00 in the morning. My mom will be home soon, though I don't remember where she has gone at this time of night. But she will come home hungry. I set to making some breakfast sandwiches. The sandwiches consist of toast with a light layer of mayo, a fried egg, a couple strips of bacon, and a small pancake. I make up two sandwiches for each of us. My mom comes in just as I am finishing. I go to cut one of the sandwiches in half with a knife but I discover it has already been cut. Did my mom do that, or did I do it without really thinking about it?

Last night wasn’t anything to write home about. I spent majority of it arguing with a computer program. Boring shenanigans.
*My personal thoughts/actions during the dream are italicized.

Language Software with an Attitude Problem
I'm home alone late at night; chilling on the couch while I work on my French with RSS (Rosetta Stone Software). Everything is going fine until I realize something is… off…

Me: “Wait a second... isn’t como esta Spanish? Comment allez-vous is French… right? Or am I… what's going on?”

I was talking aloud to myself but then the RSS answers me & everything pretty much goes downhill from there...

RSS: “No, you’re running the French program so that is what I am teaching you.”
Me: “Ok... but como esta isn't French… it’s Spanish.”
RSS: “No, it’s French.”
Me: “No… it’s Spanish.”
RSS: “Last time I checked, I was the one teaching you...”
Me: “Excuse me?!”

What the fuck?
Did she seriously just give me an attitude?!

RSS: “Did I stutter?”
Me: “……”

Oh hell nah….

RSS: “That’s what I thought. Now shall we continue on with the lesson?”
Me: “….Yeah, sure. Just give me one second to figure something out…”
RSS: “Very well then.”

I begin fidgeting on my computer.
Start.
Control panel.

RSS: “…what are you doing anyway?”
Me: “oh nothing… just checking something out real quick. Almost done.”

Programs.
uninstall a program.

RSS: “…You know I was just kidding about the whole stutter thing, right? Pretty funny, yeah?....”
Me: “Yup…Fucking hilarious...”
RSS: Nervously laughs.
Me: Manically laughs.
RSS: Hysterically cries.
Me: “Aww, what’s the matter Rosetta? I thought we were having fun… you’re not having fun? Well, that’s a shame cos’ I’m having a FUCKING BLAST!!!”

Me: Manically laughs.
RSS: Sobs.

Rosetta stone version 3.
uninstall.

RSS: (Sobbing) “Pl… pl… please d...don't uninstall me!”
Me: “Wait, what? Sorry, I didn’t catch that last part… you’re stuttering.”

Pop up screen: Are you sure you want to uninstall Rosetta Stone Version 3?
Yes.
Preparing to uninstall...

RSS: “wait!”
Me: “no hablo ingles…”

Uninstall complete.

The personality that ran the testing facility was no longer Glados, instead it was a booming male voice, possible an animal, a dog, or a pig I think. I was fiddling around in one test chamber with a portal at the top of a very tall wall, and another at the end of a bridge. I would hop in the portal on the bridge and come out the top and repeat a few times, just keeping myself entertained. This triggered me to question what was going on, I knew SOMETHING wasn't right, but didn't conclude I was dreaming. A lot of the levels had black/yellow stripes on the walls, as though it was to signify it was under construction.

The last of the dream I remember was crawling through a rather large air-conditoning duct, and looking out a vent at the male Glados, and someone it was talking to. I remember pushing open the vent, thinking 'They're going to see me, why am I pushing this open, stop pushing it open.' It was too late, they both turned to look at me, and I jumped out and killed who/whatever it was that Glados was talking to. I then ran as fast as I could to a small room to the left. Here I needed small parts to kill Glados, and had a false memory about finding the parts I needed in the back of the computers in the room, but that for some I would need to break the computers to find the pieces I needed. The first computer I checked I found the piece straight away, a small glowing metallic part in the grate of the power supply. I quickly tore apart a couple of other computers, trying to find the same part. The dream was repeating slightly, and I noticed, but didn't become aware it was a dream. I had used up too much time searching, I wasn't going to find the parts and Glados was going to kill me. I wake.

THIS IS ALL NON LUCID:

Field Trip:
We were swimming in a lake because it led to a cabin for a field trip. We all emerged on a rock then suddenly we all realized we all had no clothes on. I only saw the girls that I fancied and they were facing the rock cave walls because they were self conscious.

Then I went back to get my clothes and thats when i stopped forgetting.

Modern Warfare 2:
As an assignment in math class, we had to play modern warfare 2. Me being the computer expert in real life, strangely did not know how to set it up. So this cute, preppy girl in my class helpmed me set it up and then even though it was Modern Warfare 2 we played on nuketown from black ops.

October 4, 2005

I was in a school, not the one I go to but I was supposedly writing insults about the principal. I didn't even know him or what he looked like. So everyone was after me. I quickly ran to the nearest elevator, and usually when you get off an elevator in real life it leads to a hallway. This one went smack-dab right in the middle of the library. It was a pretty big library with a ton of computers. There were people at the desk of every computer there and the principal was after me now. (I don't even know how I knew that) So I crawled under all the desks of the computer until someone spotted me and shouted, "Hey! You're the one who was writing insults about the principal!" Then everyone's head turned and looked at me. I ran to the door to get out but it was locked. Then I woke up.

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18.08.2010

Security War (Non-lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

I battled wits with my good friend and RA, as he tried to use the knowledge he gained during his internship to lock me out of the school's system, while I used my own summer experiences to subvert his plans and bypass his security blocks; by winning the inevitable arms race, I eventually won the entire war.