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Date: Wednesday, May 19, 2010 12:36:44 PM PDT
Important: No

Wrong class
I am swimming. Afterwards we go back to b-1 high on a bus. I sit beside s-1. Once at school I go to a year 10 math class but thinking that's it's a year 12. The teacher is bald. I sit up the front beside a girl Caucasian. I am tired and don't pay attention. He writes up simple math in the board. Then another teacher comes in. She can write Thai. She write algebraic equations with a mix of Thai and English. Real confusing to the class and herself. I am able to answer though. Something to do with suthep's last name and his sister's last name. I decide that this is too simple and tell the bald teacher that I want to go to mr sum-2 class. He asks me if I want a note. I say yes please thank you. I look at my watch. 2.05pm and wonder if it's the end of the period anyway and if mr sum will let me in. He gives me an a4 sized note. Is there that much to write.
I go home. Dad picks me up and asks where I would like to go. I say dreamworld. Once we are there I see a dinosaur with red eyes looking from the car park. I remember that I have a swimming lesson but don't want to disappoint my dad. So I stay.

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Date: Saturday, May 1, 2010 8:02:44 AM PDT
Important: No

American dream
Lear-3 eating tomatoes
Dad teaches me how to drive on American roads

Date: Saturday, April 17, 2010 6:48:48 AM PDT
my dad tells me to deliver some caps from B-2 to a customer somewhere. I went halfway and dropped the caps and didn't deliver them.
I think about an app that could make me fly. A jet app. I do this in a tour bus beside my mom. I tell my mom about it but she says that it would require a real jet. Me thinking about this results from my failure to deliver the caps. My mom says, "just do what your dad asks you to do."
on the bus heading to B-1 I see Irene walking pass on the isle. I give her a vigorous wave but don't say anything to her. It is a wave that shows excitement. She is in her pink top and jeans like in the picture that I saw on Facebook. My mom teases her and seems to really like her. She hugs, tickles and swings her around until she starts to get upset.
I look out the window and see Pearl-2. She looks like she just got back from Thailand. She carries three brown bags: two large and one is like a handbag. I have seen her with the handbag before in real life. I wave at her and she waves back.
afternoon-dusk. First person.

9/2/10
My Mom takes me to Bobae to have a foot message. She says that it will improve my intelligence. They use the messaging apparatus.
9/3/10
I drive myself to Khaoyai in Thailand. Dad tells me the directions before I leave. And if I get lost, "ask." And drive up a freeway and turn left. It's a u-turn and I come to a check point. I am worried that I do not have a car license. From there I go to a shop to buy camping supplies and the employee has curly hair and a black top. My brother, P-1 disappears. So I decide not to buy anything.
Deja vu! The shop scene repeated itself.

I am at a red shirt (political movement) camp. I see lots of people in red shirts, hanging on the underside of a skytrain track. Someone, maybe a red shirt leader tells me, "don't tell any journalists that."
"When attacked, all must retreat!"
I pick up dog plates from outside the house where red shirts are gathering.
Back to the shop AGAIN! I talk to a girl from the movie 'Big Boy' Thai movie. I smell a magnet in the shape of a cap. I say, "my Dad used to like buying these things."
I get a phone call, but don't pick up in time. I look. Not P-1 (who is missing). I browse through my iphone apps.

9/4/10
I burnt down a building. A person was in it. So I buried the person. We go into someone's house to that we think is open to the public. But it's private and the owner tells us. I open a youtube video for the guy who's with me. I open my email instead (autopilot behavior). He reminds me. So I look up a video about ninjas and firecrackers.

1. I am in jazz band, and my bass skills fail me rather epically.

2. I'm drinking with my friends, in what amounts to a rehash of the truth-or-dare game from the night before.

3. I visit a shooting range with my dad and pop off a good deal of rounds fairly accurately. I note that instead of my meager 22 rifle, I could be renting Uzis and machine guns! Before I can do so, a whole busload of deaf and dumb people pour out onto the range. They talk in sign language to each other and begin to shoot.

My parents are angry at me for something but I don't remember what.
I am in front of the factory and one of the employees with a blue apron is offering me something to eat. I believe that I refused. I walk up the stair to the two tables where at one an employee who I kind of like is sitting. As there is a pool of water near the tables when I walk past there the water spills on to her t-shirt. She does not get angry but then I try to wash it off for her with a hose and make her t-shirt even wetter. She now stands up and yells at me. I am embarrassed and leave as there are other employees watching. For some reason this is an exciting thing to happen for the employees and they text those inside the building. When I enter the big hall where normally it's a factory, people are eating and giggling at me. As I walk past Rebecca-2 and another employee, they giggle and leave the table. The hall is very spacious and has white regtangular pillars. I see my parents eating at two tables and also Abi-1. I quickly hide under a bench/sofa which is the seating for one table because my parents are still angry. My Dad comes around and sees me there so I come out of hiding.
So I ask, "Why are you guys eating at two tables?" By the way they are eating Isarn food.
"There are too many vegetables."

20 Aug

Recall was good last night, 4 or 5 ? dreams fairly good length and vivid

1)I was playing inside centre for the springboks, I was really amped and planned to really hurt the other team. I wasn't scared at all which is weird since they would all easily crush me. One of the players from NZ got up and gave a message before the game, I think I did too...

2)I stooped outside M's house and talked with hid brother T, He asked me if the bug zapper belonged to me (it was quite emotional - M is a friend of mine that died 2 months ago). C and my self were on the way home but we were walking and we were indoors, in a school or hospital with lots of corridors. I kept on turning on lights as we walked (they took time to switch on but I thought it was because they were old) We arrived at our place which was a room in a corridor, just before it was a kitchen area with plastic cups from C's holiday club and hundreds of empty green T-bags, C said it was from her doing fear factor with the kids???

3)We had another son L's age but I had memory of having neglected him because he was funny looking (he really was) He had orange hair and a really funny chin. I felt bad and was trying to make him feel loved and accepted by giving him lots of attention. He was complaining about having a sore bum and was wearing diapers???? I got some bum cream from C's bag and took him to a bathroom in a kitchen and put the bum cream on his bum (this is only funny if you're not a parent) It didn't seem to be the right stuff but he said he felt better. Then we travelled to my childhood home in Kimberley. C had forgot the house keys in the office but when we got there the lock had been forced by a wrong key that was stuck in the lock. We say that someone else's stuff was in the house like ornaments and stuff and found like a drunk homeless lady in W old room. I got the rage thing again and then we found the daughter and her boy friend in A's old room. In the dining room there were like 20 of them, I was so angry and threaten to hurt them and told them to go, I threatened to have E beat them up and he came out of the lounge to back me up....

4)I was lying on a sleeper couch watching cricket on tv, suddenly I'm in the game and I'm playing for South Africa. At some point I'm on the couch again and my game has been ruined by my parents messing with the channels

5)On top of signal hill in Bloemfontein riding a bike, following a really hot lady in a silver sports car, we're together. I get stopped by guards outside the observatory. One take my license and won't give it back as a joke, I get irritated and explain to the other guard that I need to go meet this lady. He gets the license back for me. I drive around Bloem looking for this lady. At some point I drive past a apartment block with people naked and possibly having sex on some of the balconies. I seriously consider going back to go watch them but decide against it. I pop some wheelies to show off and kind of fall. I stop on the curb and CA and her mom come out of their house and so good bye to guests, CH comes up to me and asks if she can ask me a question she asks a really important question but I can't remember the answer...

I remembered heaps from this dream.

There were some lifesize picture/painting things outside of the house that Dad asked me to go see because it was scary. I knew that he would be disappointed with my if I didn't go. I tried to go outside but it became too scary so I asked my mum to go with me and she was about to but then she became scared too, haha. I noticed that the thing Dad wanted us to see was next to these pictures of Mario and Michael Jackson. Someone said something about my cousin Sha-Sha having given them to him as a gift for something. And then as I walked through the house (it was some small old house that I have never seen before. It was quite nice and old fashioned) I noticed that these picture things were EVERYWHERE, all hung up on all the walls of the house. He had cleaned the house while he was at it. It looked quite nice, I thought.
Then I was with my bro in some room and Daniel was there but in the toilet and we were going to play some trick on him, I cannot remember what.

I went up to these booth places on these grassy hills. They were wooden, rectangular areas perhaps only 4m by 2m and about 2m high and you could see who was outside. The inside floor was dirt. Also, they were lockable with this weird lock and key thing that I can only JUST remember but is too hard to explain.
As I saw a creepy guy outside (who seemed to always stay there) I wondered how I knew that I was safe, even though when away anyone could just steal the key when the booth wasn't being used, and also I didn't think that the lock was that secure, nor did I think that the wooden booth was that sturdy.
But anyway, I went into these places to access IRC or something like that. I went into them a couple of times during my dream.

I just remembered that a couple of times I would go to sleep in the booth and there was some weird set up where I would lie down and then this Chinese music would play. There were some two other random Asian girls there, with accents from Singapore or Malaysia and I kindly asked them to do something for me (involving a pillow, I think), which they did. I recall saying something to them about how in Chinese culture they are always very proud and try to build up the family name, which I did not agree with.

There was one instance I left the booth and there were quite a few people around one. There were these pretty, young girls and an older guy and an older woman (lol dodgy much?). And then the woman caught the eye of one of the girls and that girl had a look of "oh shi-" on her face. She said "I guess I have to go now" or something along those lines, and walked off away from the group of people. I figured/somehow knew that they were all trying out to become models or something like that, and she had failed the first time and tried to enter a second time with the man as the judge, but the woman from the previous try out was there and spotted her. I said to Alanna who was standing right next to me "wow...but she was REALLY pretty..." and she agreed with me.

And then I was in this part with this girl. She had short brown hair and freckles and was like, an original member of Pallkars. It turns out that they used to make movies and stuff that had gotten pretty famous. I don't know where she was from, she didn't really have an accent I don't think.
I hopped onto the bus with her. She went in first and as I went in I pulled the door off the bus (the bus seemed to only be 2m long) and the bus driver (who was female) just drove off and I was quickly trying to put the door back on! The bus driver recognised the girl I was with due to her Pallkars fame (lol xD) and addressed her by name (I cannot remember what it was though). We were driving along and I was like "wow, I really am a newbie to this online community (I kinda am anyway ) because it's been around since the 90s". Hahaha.
We drove past some stores and Lanna was there again and she wanted to buy meat because it was the only bit of meat left (haha what the hell, she is vegetarian). Down the road we spotted some other store where there was stuff we all wanted to buy. The bus had turned into a truck and the truckie was this big fat guy who was really nice and also liked the Pallkars movies xD
Tobias was sitting in the seat behind mine.

We parked inside the shop, got out of the truck (Tobias wasn't there anymore lol) and the shop woman asked if we could please reverse a little bit and then our parking would be okay. So the truckie went to do that. We looked at the shop and there were a few dusty books and the girl I was with was talking about aliens or something. I asked her nicely how old she was and she said "from '83" (so she was 27) and I was like, "wow, you look really young for your age. I would've guessed about 23". She smiled.

There were a few dusty things we wanted to buy that we dusted off, and under the dust there was this kinda reed-fossil shape thing. But then we dusted some more, and there was a handprint of some creature that had 6 or 7 fingers It frightened me. We then proceeded to dust everything in the bookshop (there were a few more people there now, probably about 6) and EVERYTHING was covered in a 6/7 fingered handprint. The store was now just this small room that would have been difficulty to escape. I was getting the shit scared out of me; I was really restless and agitated. Even the chalkboard was covered in those handprints. I couldn't lean back on anything for fear that I'd get harmed by the aliens somehow.
All of a sudden these small puppet things burst out of the corner of the room and it was then that I realised this was all just an interactive play. I was angry though because I had been tricked and was genuinely really scared and so I picked up one of the puppets and was tempted to throw it at another puppet but I calmed down and everything was okay

I dreamt about dragons somewhere as well. I love dragons xD

These dreams happened over 4 sleep cycles but it's difficult to separate when they happened

Flying back and forth for a job interview, staying in a hotel. S,R,L and W are there, something about a TV.

Get the new job arguing with my dad about God and miracles. Find out about troubled person Q. Have a new beach house on a golf estate - WOHOO!! Quad bikes riding around, house was Q's.

i'm engaged in some sordid online chat thing C and R are also on but they don;t know that I am. SV is complaining about cleaning the FS team office carpet. More sordid chat.

M and me were in an accident, he is in hospital in critical condition. Bubba is a DR - lol and looks at x-rays and gives his opinion, M's body is there and B cuts his hospital gown made of lycra with a scalpel to look underneath at his stomach. I explain our injuries. Later I'm comforting M's mom and the operation begins while we sit a a board room table.

I'm at dad's business in kimberley upstairs, there is a n axel for my mom's car, I am extremely tired form M's ordeal (he died). and grab an energy sachet from a bag that belongs to my dad, it feels like I'm stealing it. We go down a car ramp and then C is gonna pull me somewhere on like a rickshaw thing but she can't. We have a discussion with a street kid...

I'm on the back of a pickup, dad is driving. He greats an old friend and then a dog chases us. We go into a bike store, I look at MX pants and then tires and then boots, all the boots are sucky...

12/08

Something about the fundraisers I'm organizing for a trip some young people are going on. Phone call with pastor from Bikers Church about details of fundraiser.

Something about a guy coming for biltong

Dads birthday. Beer and biltong ( google it ) Grandpa - cricket. Sharks are playing rugby against Griquas. Jean Deysel and Juan Smith and Kabamba Floors are in the house. I try to speak to Jean but can't speak (something to do with breathing). Meagan is in the dream.

13/08

I'm travelling of the Kimberley yacht club road with Janet. She is having financial problems and is basically asking me for money. I tell her I can't help her. I'm showering next to the road (in a shower that just happens to be there). P and a lady are walking on the other side. I get out the shower and I'm suddenly looking for a place to get dressed, I go in a cave and suddenly it turns into a warehouse - there are lots of teenagers there we're planning on camping there. There is a trampoline and tents. Piet is in a small office working on a PC. Their are broken forklifts in the warehouse and some working ones. A giant crane/machine comes to life and at first is just randomly dangerous but then it tries to kill us by spinning stuff that we have to jump over and dodge. It turns in to a person and I try to explain that we have permission to be here.

14/08

Walking over a bridge at night
Golf balls in the mud

15/08

Running an event. B and co involved. Event involves dancing and music. B and co supposed to be helping. D is also involved and organises some expensive socks to give away - I get a pink pair . i go to P in an old bathroom attached to a theatre like room. B and co are there I call them down to talk to them and try to finnish p'ing before they get there (I didn't wet the bed which is always a good thing). I eventually get to talk to them and some lady who has higher authority than me is backing me up.

Recalled 2 dreams from last night I'm sick and medication so I'm pretty happy with this.

1) I download something ilegal from the interent possible from mega upload and go to the park near my house (trim park) to sell it. We want to trap the buyers and plan to circle around in the car after we make the drop.
At some point my parents get killed by a water monster/person.

2) I'm in Brazil to visit the family we stayed with. C is with me and she is driving. She can't park next to their house so I take over, I drive around the block and also have trouble but manage to park. We were driving a pickup (blue I think). WE go inside and the mom and dad are naked, I see the most of the mother but the father is in bed covered in a sheet, they don't seem to mind. The dad gets up and wants to talk to me he asks me to make him a sandwich with butter on, I find some buttered rolls for him. We sit and he begins to tell me some of the problems they've experienced since we were there and also some of the good stuff that has happened.

We leave there because we need to get to Port Allegre to get visas to attend an event that is in Brazil but has something to do with US politics. Something about us getting permission to be on the lawn. We catch a bus and get dropped off at a fuel station, there is a fuel shortage due to some crisis. I turn into K and K's dad is there carrying a heavy suitcase. I offer to carry it but he declines. We pass the lake we're supposed to on our right and then get to the bus stop. There is a sign board and I can read it - of course it changes but my mind changes it into an electronic sign board!! aargh

08/08/10

I'm part of a story in a familiar seeming place. Everything's happening out of order, events and dialogue added where I think the story needs it. As I wake up, I see the story written out on a word processor.

I wake up. As I fall back asleep, I enter HH. I'm a younger version of Dean Winchester, and there's something I still need to do. I'm still lucid, but I don't want to wake myself up, so I fall into the dream.

***

I'm a giant, fighting a tiny man as we climb up a water tower. I try to kick him off my foot, but he's holding on, trying to stab my toes.

***

I'm in prison. I'm sitting with a group of people, all handcuffed with zip-ties, our hands wound up in green mesh. My mom and dad are there, part of the dozen or so people jammed into the cell, sitting on the wooden benches where there's room.



Despite the lack of space, I'm not crowded on the bench. I'm also pretty much ignoring everyone in the room, now that the guards are gone. I'm concentrating on removing the zip-ties. I think I might have been chewing through them at some point, but with a flourish, I have them off my wrists. I hold onto the mess of plastic for a second, think about pretending I'm still trapped, but I let it fall to the floor. I'll take my chances.

Finally, we get our own cells. All of the doors are open, so I calmly walk over to the cell by the window and sit down on the bed. Originally, we were supposed to be sharing cells, but there aren't any bunk beds. There is no privacy; everything that isn't an outside wall is made of narrow bars, four inches apart. My mom takes the cell beside mine.

Lights out. A guard comes over to check that we're in bed. He stands too close, but I'm not worried. I sense no malevolence in him.

Which is fortunate, for his sake.

The guard shuffles away and I stand up, moving silently in the shadows. The locked door to my cell swings open of its own accord, and I walk, unnoticed, right out of the building.

***

I'm a hunter. Female, with long, curly black hair. I'm interviewing witnesses, trying to figure out what's going on in this town. Someone recognizes me from an earlier hunt, and claims I'm a cop.

***

Two versions of Dean Winchester sit at different tables at a restaurant. One is just barely older than the other. The younger one approaches him.

"You know, I've had a hell of a time since you got the cops after you again."

***



There are two versions of Dean Winchester, but the age difference is exaggerated. One of them is a child, and the other is an old man.

They're at the entrance of an old quanset on a farm, when I see a flash of something happening in the distance. Six plumes of light grey smoke fly from the ground and hurtle toward us.

Sam and Dean, about five and nine at the moment, are outside. A little piece of narration goes off in my head.

They're after the kids. Demons who steal away children that wander off on their own. It's part of the local folklore.

I'm hardly there at all, so the older Dean has to decide who to save: the younger Sam or the younger Dean. Of course he goes after Sam, and I stay inside, waiting, as the demons approach mini-Dean.

When they grab him, when they go hurtling through the air towards their base, I phase through the wall and take off after them.

"Omnipitus omundi patronus," I mutter to myself, sneaking into an old farmhouse. Wait, Patronus?

Just like that, I'm lucid. I smile, and crawl into the small entranceway. Bits of dust flake off of everything I touch, and I find myself crawling as the hallway gets smaller and smaller.

A woman attacks me out of nowhere. By all rights, I shouldn't be able to move in the small hallway I've wedged myself into. I won't consider myself trapped, though. I lash out, grabbing the woman by the jaw and the back of her head, and I twist.

The woman falls to the floor, her neck broken.

The house is normal sized again, and I walk into the bedroom, see the young Dean lie sprawled out over the bed. "Omnipitus omundi patronus," I repeat, but nothing happens. I sigh, and pick the boy up, ready to run him back to his brother and older self.

Claustrophobia. Scare Factor: 2.

I had pretty good recall last night... just no lucids.

Dream 1:

I had a dream that my dad entered into a contest to win two Alienware M15x and won. I remember being really excited but asked him why he did that (We both already have an M11x IWL). I also remember feeling the texture of the sides of the computer, etc...

Dream 2 (**Possibly Shared**):

This dream was quite strange... I was captured by terrorists and they put me into this training camp for some reason. They put me into this place where there was other people my age, and we all had pistols. We were instructed to shoot at each other, I shot all the rounds in my clip, and then I got shot in the head with a bullet. Apparently, the bullet must of not gone through my skull for some reason. (My Dream Self must have a thick skull ) Anyway, after that happened in the dream I was thinking, "Oh shit, I got shot in the head! But why didn't it kill me?" I SHOULD of done a reality check after that, but no... I didn't. The next thing I remember seeing is my dad for some reason walking around talking to terrorists. After that, my attention was dragged back to the instructor, who gave me another clip of ammo for my pistol, he then instructed us to shoot at each other. I again, depleted my clip, and got shot in the head. I remember a slomo shot just for like 1 second of the bullet coming towards me. I got knocked over this time, but it still didn't kill me. The last thing that I remember about this dream is my dad doing something to my head which raised the blood pressure to cause the bullets to pop out of my skull the way that they entered. When he did this in the dream I lost my vision for a second, and felt pressure in my head. Next I felt the bullets pop out and clatter to the ground while feeling warm blood trickle down my face.

Dream 3 (**Possibly Shared**):

I had a dream where I was playing Halo with my best friend IWL. He is Mynden on these forums. IWL, he has only beat me like 2-3 times ever, and this didn't change in the dream . The first thing that happened was apparently we were playing Reach because I kept assassinating him the way that you do in Reach. The dream didn't feel like you were playing Halo, more of actually being your person. So for awhile that's all we did, talk smack, and I kept killing him. Anyway after awhile something happened that scared me and him, there was a strange dot on my radar in game, it wasn't a solid dot like usual, it was a swirly, non solid dot that was red, signifying it was hostile. In the dream, I asked Mynden if he saw that same thing and he said he did. I used my radar to find where this thing was, and I found it. When it saw me it started to run away, down into a place I have never seen in any Halo map. There was this gravity lift that was a purplish color, built into a wall, the ghostly thing went down into it, and I followed. When I got into the gravity lift, I looked down, and there was this big black entity that had a bunch of black spheres inside of it. I got the idea that the spheres were spirits. I reached down and tried to grab one of the spheres inside of the entity, but I couldn't. The next thing I remember is the dream setting changing, the gravity lift was still there, Mynden was gone, and the entity was still there. But below us was an ocean, and a base that was under attack in the ocean. It seemed like every time someone died in the battle below us another black sphere would go inside of the entity. I floated down from the place and went to the ground. I was completely ignored in the battle for some reason, and the last thing I remember from the dream is a nuclear, or some massive, explosion going off into the base while I was right next to it, probably ending this entire battle by killing everyone.

These next two dreams are really fragmented.

Dream 4:

Before going to bed, I was talking to someone that I Role Play with on World of Warcraft about possibly attempting to induce a dream where I was my troll character or was with both of our troll characters (Our chars are sisters). The reason for this is to see what we could develop out our characters from my dream state. As for the dream, I don't really remember anything about it other than I was either my character, or I was with my character doing something.

Dream 5:

This dream is the most vague of all of the dreams I recalled last night, and it's probably because I have spent so much energy remember all of the other ones, because I had a good idea of all of these dreams the moment after I had them, but not so much when I went to go write them down. Now that I go to write down this dream... I honestly do not remember it anymore.

PART 1 - FREE BEER AND UNDERCOVER COPS

I'm walking down the street across from where I work, it's night. Some girl, mid 20s, black hair, wearing a professional navy colored suit, is handing out cans of beer - like how some people hand out promotional flyers to everyone who passes by, except it's cans of beer half as tall as a normal can. I take it even though I don't drink. The top is already open when she hands it to me.

I continue down the road and these two older guys start following me, late 30s, one has very light blond hair, almost white, especially his eyebrows, mostly bald... reminds me of Hank from the show Breaking Bad. Don't remember anything about the other guy.

They keep within my personal space, and somehow I figure they must be undercover cops. I look at the Hank guy and call it out, "so, you must be..." He pretends not to know what I'm getting at. I say "nevermind" and cross the street toward work, they follow me.

When we get to the other side, they reveal their identity and ask about the beer, if I've been drinking or plan to. I say that I hadn't drank any and have no intentions of doing so, which is true. They hear the sincerity and conviction in my voice, believe me, and leave me be.

ANALYSIS

The thing that stands out most to me is my conviction when I told them I wasn't going to drink, and the fact that they believed me.

Perhaps a message about the importance of sincerity.

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PART 2 - BAR ZOMBIES

I go to a bar with my dad. There are couches... all of the patrons are sitting silently, staring off awkwardly. Men and women in their 40s, at least some of them are dad's family. I realize that they're just there because they don't want to be alone.

There was a much more complex storyline involving dad as well, but can't remember...

ANALYSIS

I think the important part of this one was the realization that they just didn't want to be alone.

It makes me think of how people will lower their standards in relationships (romantic or otherwise) just to avoid loneliness.

I was feeling oddly lonely yesterday and spoke to someone who I'd previously dismissed as too irritatingly trivial to interact with, just to talk to someone, anyone. I did so more on my own terms than before, however, not changing the way I acted to match theirs. Instead, they changed to match mine. It actually did make me feel better.

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PART 3 - FAIL AT FEMALE DANCE CLASS

I'm in a dance class meant for females. I can't do the movement properly for some reason, I keep swaying back and forth with my arms, but it's not correct. When the session ends, I do a backward roll over my left shoulder.

Teacher is in mid to late 40s, neck length brown hair, taught face with some wrinkles.

ANALYSIS

I generally consider myself fairly feminine in certain ways.

I'm not sure what would trigger that sense of not being able to "get it right," however.

Except perhaps losing repetitively as Zerg in Starcraft, but that seems a bit of a stretch. Oh well, I always try to come up with at least one possibility for each part.

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PART 4 - INFUSING MOVEMENT WITH FEELING IN PAINTING

I think this is the same class as the one above.

A male teacher - 40s, quite fat, longer hair (ponytail?) - challenged by a student that they "can't paint," demonstrates in front of the class by making 2 simple marks of a dark blue. They're very slow and deliberate, he twists the brush to make two marks each conveying movement into the other, like a yin yang. I can see he's infusing much feeling into the movements.

I'm able to recognize it because this is something I do naturally. I allow the feeling to take over my hands. I remember clearly the feeling of my arms moving involuntarily with the brush in the air.

ANALYSIS

The feeling or lack there of conveyed in movement is something I notice in people at all times.

Perhaps this theme of feeling in movement was the result of being quite focused on the sensation of swaying my arms in the previous part.

In fact, thinking about it now, I was really quite aware of it in the moment. I think this may be the first sign of greater dream awareness. It makes sense that it would begin kinesthetically for me. Focusing on body awareness first in dreams may be my personal key to achieving lucidity.

I feel that this is a very important discovery. Progress!

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FRAGMENT

Walking down a street, cars and shops, downtown in some city, night. Someone is impersonating Immortal Technique, one of their lines ends with "poke them in the eye," I think this is weak and not something they would say.

ANALYSIS

Possibly triggered by a post I made on here mentioning IT.

When I first woke up, I thought I would have no dreams to report today. It seems to take some time for me to recall.

For me it's not a matter of "getting it all onto paper quickly before I forget," it's more "keep waiting around until some random thought triggers a memory, which triggers another one..." and so on.

PART 1 - RICH FAMILY PIANO VISIT

I'm visiting some rich, "upper class" family. I don't know how I know them.

There is a mother - 50s, slim, narrow face, short brown cropped hair, well mannered but stern, a cold personality... and a daughter, who looks like someone I very vaguely know IRL.

The house seems to be based on two locations from my past, one from my childhood and one my father's current home. Kind of both at once, as dreams often seem to weirdly do.

I practice on their piano (in the kitchen area from my childhood house)... meanwhile in the next room, the mother is teaching the daughter piano (living room, right across - where there used to actually be a piano IRL).

At one point I crawl into the room toward the corner opposite from them (there is no other furniture other than the piano), where there is a picture of the daughter leaning against the wall on the floor. I "fix" the tilt of the picture. As I do, I'm more or less staring at the daughter. She pretends not to notice.

As I'm crawling back out, I realize that I was staring and that it must have seemed creepy, and think to myself that I should completely ignore the daughter for a while to compensate.

After a while the mother comes in and asks how I'm doing. I pick up on the subtext that it's time for me to go, and say that I was actually just about to head out.

As I'm leaving I notice I'm wearing a bulky green-ish jacket I've borrowed from them. I hesitate, wondering if they'll ask for it back, but suppose they let me keep it for now as it's raining outside.

I think the original reason I borrowed it had something to do with what took place before I arrived, some sense of danger, but can't remember. I remember something about playing in an orchestra...

On my way out (now based on my father's current home), where there is usually a closet by the front door, I notice it's a door into an entire room that is in fact a giant checkers board, with giant checkers pieces to play with and everything.

ANALYSIS

Piano is one of several arts I've been considering to spend my time on while not working on my meditation project, so I'm sure that association is primed in my mind.

Crawling into the room... this could certainly symbolize submitting to their "higher status."

Fixing the tilt of the picture... this could mean trying to improve her self image, perhaps repair damage done by the harsh mother figure.

The checkers room... this could refer to decadence, extravagance, this rich family having a whole room just for checkers.

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PART 2 - RAP ALBUM G

I'm talking to my IRL friend G about releasing a rap album. I say that I'm not super motivated to release one at this point, otherwise I would be "working my contacts," that it's "just a hobby right now."

ANALYSIS

Perhaps trying to qualify myself, essentially trying to prove, "I could if I wanted to."