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This dream took place a month or a few months in the future. It felt like a flashforward, no time-travel this time. I was in the US, staying at a hotel where you share a house with a few strangers (common areas, anyway, like the bathroom). I was on the phone with an ASMR girl (FreshBlush) I was listening to in real-life at that moment (I fall asleep with ASMR playing on my laptop next to me). Her lines in the RL video was what she said to me on the phone in the dream. In the dream, I was in love with her, and I was trying to convince her to meet me again (apparently we'd met before). I was willing to do do anything to see her again. I started to wake up mid-conversation. That's when I started suspecting it was happening again - reality bleeding into the dream. And yes, even if I didn't speak, she would keep saying her lines, confirming it was not real. I felt really bummed out, as I finally had something good happening to me, a date, and it wasn't real. Sigh.

I was "at work" (not my real job), and my father worked there too. We were going through some kind of concrete canals, killing vermin. My dad used a large knife to kill a few small animals that resembled tiny greasels from Deus Ex. So did I. But then dad killed a chameleon. I was angry, as my father loves lizards and other animals like that and I never expected he'd hurt them. I thought he'd pick it up and release it into the wild, but instead he just stabbed it. I leave the 'canal' using some metal stairs, and wurm my way past some piping and machinery. There was a girl there. Then I saw an old colleague (Luc de Jong?). He saw me and said something. I walked after him, into an office full of people, and told him "I don't work there anymore" (I'd changed job again, he didn't know). My former-former-former boss, Stefan Klink, was there too. He got mad at me, and said my comments about "shooting down a plane" were distasteful. I think I told people if terrorists attacked our seasteading by hijacking a plane, we ought to shoot it down before the terrorists crash it into something important and kill even more people. I think Stefan misunderstood, and thought I meant we should shoot down any passenger plane entering our airspace. A woman, probably someone rather important (HR?) started shouting at me. I tried to laugh it off, but everybody else in the room started yelling loudly too, and I couldn't hear what anyone was saying anymore. I yelled out that I wanted them to shut up, because I wanted to hear what that woman was blabbering on about. I think someone suggested we talk in a separate room.

I was in a house or an apartment. It might have belonged to my Dad. The floor was sand like at a beach. There were holes in the sand which seemed to be nests for snakes or insects or something. I was filling some of them up by moving sand around with my foot. My Dad asked if I could have it done by the time of some party he was planning. I said that I would try but that I wasn’t sure because it takes time.

Then things changed so that I was no longer working on a sandy floor, but instead working on a bed or mattress, filling in dips and holes in the mattress. At one point our late dog Elvis was in one of the holes as I was moving pillows around and he came out.

Then I was in Alaska on the road and I was running into travelers. Somebody was traveling with a bunch of young women who may have been prostitutes. I met a couple travelers who were headed to Oklahoma. They said they had begun their journey in Pennsylvania. I replied that they were really taking the long way. They said that they really wanted to visit Alaska.

The scene changed. I might have still been in Alaska but I was at music club and I had been given an upright bass. I was just starting to fool around with it. There were two guys, one of whom had a beginner’s music book. They kept telling me to play different simple 3 note songs. At first I went along with it. But then I moved the upright bass over a divider into a corner of the room. As I moved the bass I made a joke to a man that was sitting close by that I hope I didn’t stick him in the privates with the stick-like stand that protrudes from the bottom of the bass.

I began to play a David Lynch-type jazz scale. I was kind of managing to play that. Then Peg said that when I hit certain notes it hurt her feet or her knee. She was sitting close to the bass and it may have been bumping into her. But I said that I needed to hit those notes and asked her to be patient with me.

So, I was playing that Lynchian piece and I had my hand high up on the neck of the bass and there were snakes up in the corner of the room and they began biting both of my arms repeatedly. I was okay, though. I posed for a photo for Peg, showing off the bites, because we thought it would look cool. Then she moved out of the way so a man from the press could take a photo.

This dream was what I recalled this morning following the intention: My intention for tonight is first and foremost to wake up and remember my dreams. Secondly I feel like I am approaching a cross-roads and I feel uncertain about where to place my efforts, so I would be thrilled with some assistance from my dreams in this respect. But foremost I trust my dreams and want to remember whatever they bring. It feels as if it is relevant somehow and I will use it as an opportunity to practise both descriptive evocative writing as well as Jungian interpretation methods.

I am pondering the idea of going to Mexico, which appears much as you perceive a fantasy or mnemonic ideation in the waking state – the incipient sense of an image, a map perhaps, appearing before my inner eye.

I direct my attention outwards and find myself in the passenger seat in Steen's silver-grey car, although I am inside the car I can clearly see the matte nuance of the silver grey colour on the outside of the car. My dad is in the back seat, and he seems gleeful and excited though he doesn't say or do much during the dream. We are going on a trip, and my dad and Steen are there helping me out, as it is mainly me going on a mission.

It is pouring down outside, it is clouded and grey, which produce a darkish hue. We are at a ticket office, which resembles a mixture between a gas station and a junk food drive in. There are two protruding window tills on our right hand side and above an almost square section of roofing is covering the pavement next to the windows, providing some cover for the rain outside.

We drive slowly towards the first of the two window tills – one for ordering another for picking up the tickets – and as we do I feel something bump into the car towards the back, which also produce a mild audible thump. I look out the window and backwards to see if Steen has accidentally hit one of the massive concrete columns extending from the building. He is really close but I can't see any damage done to the car.

I lean back in and Steen switches on the radio and the GPS system. The audio-scape is flooded with remnants of old mobile conversations, radio clatter and noise. I feel uneasy and a bit confused, as it is supposed to be a GPS system, providing guidance. Steen remains rather calm and composed and simply asks the GPS if it is there, and it dawns on me that it is a voice activated system.

“I am here” a clear loud and direct female voice responds, which is a tremendous reassurance.

Steen proceeds to drive forward and I wonder why I don't have to open the window to get the ticket. “It isn't necessary when you have one of these” he says and points to a rectangular electronic device, with an old school digital display in the bottom right corner of the front window, just in front of me as it would seem. It is essentially a device that registers that he has been here and automatically charges him for the ferry ride, which is what the ticket office is for.

“So we are going to Iceland” he says, and I feel at first excited, but then a bit concerned because we will be sailing and we are supposed to go to either Mexico or the Faeroe Islands as well today and I am afraid we won't have time. I think about this only briefly before relinquishing the thought at aspiration to do all of these things.

We look at a map and a black marker line appears that takes us from the ticket office “to Odden” which on the map is a full scale island, elongated and egg shaped except for a very pointed en on the right hand side. The black line takes us to the top and centre of the island, where the port town is based, from where we will board the ferry to Iceland.

End of dream.

In this interpretation I will start by breaking down the dream into its constituent motifs, and run free associations on them.

There is a preceding map, an idea of a journey – which implies a plan and a set destination it also represents an overview of a trip, which can symbolise knowledge of where I am going in life. This is particularly salient as I am taken somewhere else than what I had “mapped out”, which excites me although the expectation of having to go somewhere specific within a given time frame becomes a source of frustration and tension/restlessness.

The car is a solid and large station car, it is silver grey – the colour symbolising the silver grey snake-like pathway through space I frequently perceive in meditation, cannabis and psychedelic states also symbolising the spiritual cord often reported as seen in OBEs.

The car is a symbol of my body, it is in good shape and the fact that my dad has been relegated to the back seat can be an expression of our recent confrontations and my insights on how he has dominated the development of my low self-esteem though his parenting style. He is now put in the back seat, representing that I still carry him with me and care for his approval and love, yet this aspect is no longer the driving motivating psychic energy for my aspirations for life – such as “save the world and become super famous”, which is simply a conditioned tendency I have developed as I felt under appreciated and unseen as a child.

Steen is an old friend of the family, both my mum and dad – I associate to him that he recently helped me out with cheaply renting his summer house to me following an Ayahuasca journey where I wanted to stop smoking and I didn't feel for returning to my parents' house where I currently live right after. At this time he said to me that he sees how my dad communicates to people and told me that one would get insane living in that environment constantly, which felt extremely pleasant to hear as someone external with knowledge of my dad seemed to understand how hard it can be. Recently my mother expressed – in a sober state – that it can be extremely challenging for her to live in that and that friends of the family finds it a challenge to be around him as well. With Steen in the driver's seat I feel that I have taken a step towards taking control of my life and am grateful for the moral support of individuating myself from my dad, who has – without fault of his own or even consciously – dominated much of my life, through establishing uncertainty both with regards to a fragile self-esteem but also the messianic and grandiose drive to save the world to finally be worthy of his admiration and love. Steen represents a new found aspect of myself that is compassionate and understanding towards why I have turned out as I did as well as the drive to liberate myself from the clutches of my dad.

The rain outside symbolise a torrential state of affairs with regards to my emotions – since my last Ayahuasca journey it is as if a lid has been removed and my libido is now coursing freely upwards, which result in more passionate responses and an easier time setting boundaries. It could also symbolise the fact that I am expending a lot of emotional energy in response to external uncontrollable aspects of the world, which is reminiscent of the saviour complex alluded to earlier.

The ticket office could symbolise a public institution, such as the Health Authorities which I have recently been in contact with, with regards Ayahuasca. I might be approaching, or at least that is how I perceive it, a point where I am close to getting in trouble due to my enquiries, yet no harm is done yet. The whole point of issuing a ticket could represent my thinking on Ayahuasca's precarious legal status and potentially in the future thinking of a license model for practising, where the dream hints at that license is nothing that comes from the outside but an internal license, a calling (electronic ticket system).

The GPS and radio system is particularly interesting to me. The clatter represents conditioned thinking and the attention I pay to outward clues for finding out how to direct my life. However when I look closely the “ancient mother” (female GPS voice) is there and is capable of taking me in the direction I need to go. The trick is to ask and learn to listen for what is coming from within and ignore restrictions I put on myself based on external sources of esteem and approval.

The fact that I am concerned with the duration of the trip represents a problematic aspect of how I relate to life in an impatient way. I am lacking trust in life unfolding as it is supposed to. This is related again to the map I saw in the beginning of the dream, which representative of how I tend to construct expectations of how life SHOULD unfold and I am operating under an assumption that I need to go somewhere specific and I need to go there quickly. In essence this result in an escapist approach to life, where I am not allowing it to unfold on its own terms and cannot fully embrace and meet events in a curious, compassionate and open way.

The end of the dream I see the ocean and the beach sort of imaginatively overlapped onto the map with the black line. I take it to symbolise that I am still in the process of letting go of my tendency to construct expectations and narrow definitions of success, but I will shortly arrive at a position where I let go and let Life overcome me and simply concede to the abrupt changes that are about to happen, with excited anticipation and joy in letting whatever happens happen. The fact that it is a sailing trip could represent a recognition of the potent force of the collective unconscious, and my submitting the stubborn fantasy that I am in control and surrendering to the collective collected wisdom of the evolution of Life itself.

Reconstructing the meaning from associated and elaborated ideas.

So a potential message from the dream could be that I am still constructing expectations of where and how life should take me. This becomes a source of frustration when I run into unexpected opportunities and twists of fate.

My dad has been a source for grandiose and messianic ideation, due to his belittling and command-like style of communication, from where he will never explain why he commands, reminds, reprimands, but simply asserts himself in a supercilious tone of voice. Since we have widely different interests in life and he has proclaimed that he has no interest (or capacity) in trying to understand me I have since very early childhood developed these tendencies as a way to garner his approval, which is already there he has just never shown it in a way I could understand it when younger. The fact that he is relegated to the back seat symbolise that I am relegating the grandiose and very ambitious saviour identities – and associated expectancies – to a position where they are no longer “driving me”.

The downpour contrasted with the comfortable, sturdy and undamaged quality of the silver grey car, can symbolise the progress I am making with meditation, where I have found an easier time dealing with painful emotions, as well as physical symptoms. They aren't allowed to penetrate to my core and when I continue the exercise I will strengthen my capacity to sift out the “radio clatter” (which can also signify the attribution of value to others' judgement of me) and listen to the voice of my heart, represented here by the Anima archetype, my deity in prayer – Mother Gaia.

The ticket office close call could symbolise that I need to tone down my activities with certain authorities to avoid getting in trouble, especially because I already have an inner license to pursue my dreams.

The trip to Iceland represents where I am headed next, which isn't a literal journey, although that might be fun also. In fact it might be very useful as it is Steen guiding me, which could mean a pointer to a place of safe haven, which he provided following my last Ayahuasca journey. However I have also recently considered reading up on mythology to get a better understanding of the empirical data that underpins the theory of the archetypes. This journey serves as a pointer towards examining Nordic mythology and shamanistic/divination cultural history.

In short. With particular reference to the intention here I am being reminded that uncertainty is OK, cause if I try and envision or anticipate a direction I will form an expectation, which will lead to suffering when life takes me elsewhere. As long as I listen to my inner voice the direction is guaranteed, so I should just continue the work of being better at letting go of old ways of thinking and sharpen my attention on what matters instead of the clatter. Then a further dive into the Nordic mythology is in store.

I was on my computer. I noticed that there is a strange program reading my mind, and I suspected a virus. For some reasons, I went on Gaia online and saw that my avatar looked different and was worried I got hacked, but then I realized this was my alternate account. I tried to log in to my main account but some strange AI is preventing me from doing so, or rather, it's trying to help me log in but it's doing a terrible job. My dad is here. I got a bit annoyed at the AI's incompetence and said that it sucks so much I would wonder if I'm dreaming or not. Turns out, I am dreaming. I ditched my dad and the AI and left the room, which is within some kind of condominium. The hallway is lined with mirrors, which was convenient for my lucid goal. I looked for one that I can step in, and I tried to do so, but it didn't work out. I tried for a bit but my dream was losing stability despite my efforts to stabilize it.

I woke up briefly, recalled my dream, and then transitioned back to dreaming. I was in a food-court-like building, open to the outdoors. I lose stability again and woke up.

“Jumping from the roofs”

I am in a large apartment complex with Sadist Simon. We are in an attic room that protrudes from the otherwise diagonal walls, the windows here are large and fully open and just under the windows there is a small area of the roof that isn’t as diagonal as the rest, in fact it is almost plane. We need to get to the ground and there is a fair amount of distance to the grass below. The weather seems cloudy, but dry and bright and we are going to town once we get down.

We exit the room and get to the plane spot. At first I look down and think I can simply jump it, but then I get anxious and nervous and think I will most certainly break my legs if I do so. We are on the third (second in Danish terms) floor and the building extends on both the right and left side, sort of forming a horseshoe of the grass below.

Simon then walks out on a very narrow black ledge on the part of the building complex extending on the right. He does a small jump and land on a wider black ledge a level down before he jumps to the grass.

I am impressed and slightly jealous of his courage. I walk out on the plane roof – very tentatively – and weigh my options. On the left hand side there is a series of roof tops that progressively make their way towards the grass out towards the road at the end. I make a short run and jump onto this roof section and find it smooth sailing from there.

The dream repeats once or maybe twice, with increasing levels of anxiety towards stepping out onto the plane section of the red tiled roof and Simon constantly in a confident manner making the small jump that I don’t dare doing. At one point he mentions “I just trust that I will land safe”.

“A weed field and cops”

I am coming out of a forest in the middle of the night. Someone is with me, it feels like an apprentice, student or disciple of some sort. It is dark, and it feels cloudy – no stars. In front of me I see a long rectangular field, that seems recently ploughed though also with sprouts of plants coming through.

In front of the field is a road, which runs next to the field and white farmhouse at the end of the field. The road continues down through the forest from where we are stepping out. I look up and see a couple of cars driving down the road taking parking next to the field, close to the farm house. What stands out is the bright blue sirens blaring from atop the vehicles.

“Ah the police is finally here” I proclaim to my assistant.
“What are you going to do?” he responds in a nervous and concerned tone of voice.
“Well I am going to go and talk to them, put the cards on the table” I say, mustering as much relaxation as I can. I am feeling slightly nervous myself, but also recognise that there is really nothing I can do aside from being honest about the situation.

So I walk up and find a couple of officers. One of them is a woman, I think the other is a man. I feel they are tense and uneasy, so I hold up my hands in a gesture of surrender putting as much as I can into displaying a body language of truce and no-harm as possible. The officers relax a little as they approach in a cooperative manner and start their spiel.

“You are under suspicion for growing skunk, and it seems obvious you are guilty.” He introduce. And it seems fair in all honesty. As he is talking the fields we are now waling in have changed to accommodate several metre tall cannabis plants.
“Ah yes officer, let me assure you that I will provide full cooperation” I start out. And then I think of a loop-hole. The officers think they have struck gold, but they are only interested in skunk. What they don’t realise is that all the plants in the field are simply cannabis/hemp plants and not illegal.
“I do have a couple of skunk plants in the greenhouse. Follow me” I say.
They follow and we get to the very end of the indoor section of the grow chamber. Right next to a white door with 8-10 square windows in it is a small square pot of cannabis. The plants are very small and I lift up the pot and hand it to the officer nearest. “Here is the skunk. Now as for the rest of the plants they are industrial hemp plants and as such not illegal, as you surely know.” I say and while the officer look at me confused and disappointed, but also defeatedly accepting my argument. I think to myself that they have no idea that I can get more than high using the industrial stuff seeing as my tolerance have been lowered considerably since my Ayahuasca exposures.

Dream ends.

“Get out of my room”

I am standing in my room. It is a rectangular space, very bright white walls from the sun shining through the panoramic window that spans the entirety of the end wall. My door is open and all of a sudden my uncle Kurt comes rushing in. I get embarrassed. The room is very untidy, there is loads of stuff on the floor and both the doors to the floor-to-ceiling closet lining the wall opposite the window are open and it is a mess in there. I step away from looking at my closet and turn to face him and as I do my father comes in close pursuit of my Uncle. I step up and start walking towards them. “Get out, OUT!” I tell them firmly as I raise my arms, stretch them out with palms raised towards my Uncle as I gently start pushing them back out of the room.

“Your room is very untidy!!” My dad starts, but I ignore it. I feel nervous and anxious, my heart is raising and my thinking seems flustered. I see this as an opportunity to stand up for myself and claim my own space, and do with it what I want.

As soon as they – in particular my uncle – are out of the room the doors slam shut violently. I am shocked and experience a surge of adrenaline travelling up my body and I open my eyes widely. I look about as the thought arise this must be because of the draught, and as I turn my head even further over left shoulder I see that the window is indeed wide open and I get the picture that this is the case for the entire house.

The dream ends.

“You are the tank”

I am with a small party of people in a typical WoW style set-up, though I think we may only be four. I think I am both of the people having the discussion that plays out in the scenario, though it is observed from an external disembodied POV.

We are standing in a somewhat dark living space. It may be a combined kitchen, lounge and living room and there is loads of different objects placed on the tables and other surfaces around us. We have just returned from a raid or a mission of some sort and we have had success, though there is a feeling of excitement running around, a result of our recent experiences having been hairy and risky.

I am discussing with a tall, lean (but muscular) and black haired guy. In writing this I think I take on the agency of the other person, though still from a disembodied perspective. I am explaining to the tall guy that he actually took on the role of protecting us. He seems a bit disappointed, or maybe surprised at this and we rummage around in the space and find a shield. I hook it on a 2D figure of the guy, who is now also the person and across his chest is written something along the lines of “Focus your attention on me, I shall protect my allies” or similar. I walk about a little more until I find a helmet and put it on the figure, finalising his initiation as the tank.

Then I walk about trying to find DPS gear, which starts out with a black leather tunic.

The dream ends.

“My men have it handled”

This dream primarily took place from a bodiless observer perspective.

In this snippet I am involved, might even be leading a band of outlaws. We are on horses and approach a transport protected by a fair amount of warriors on horses. There is of course a medieval feel to the scenario, which takes place in a fairly barren – with sporadic blotches of grass –, rocky and jagged mountain pass. It feels like early forenoon under a sunny cloudless sky.

As we approach the carriage the dream shifts immediately into the wagon. In it is a fat, balding, hedonistic and cynical noble, lying down amongst pillows blankets and mattresses in soft warm lighting. He is dressed in a soft grey robe of sorts and he seems to be gorging himself on some sort of food. He oozes content for peasants and lesser subjects. He is approached by an advisor of sorts, who explains that the carriage has come under attack, with some concern in his voice. With some arrogance, and mild irritation at the disturbance the nobleman responds “Bah! This rabble is no match for my trained men.”

There is a shift in narrative. I am now embodied in one of the guardsmen protecting the carriage. I am standing on the road in the jagged scenery observing the carriage and horses driving away up a fairly steep mountain road. I am with my comrades and the noble and we have all been stripped down to our underwear – which is white boxers all around. In the air a heavy vibe of embarrassment and defeat is palpable. For some reason we have to climb a vertical strip of cliff, it is almost as a wall, as on the top it is completely flat and plane. From where I am climbing up I experience slight difficulty in getting up to the flat plane. A thin layer of snow covers the edges of the precipice and aside from this the planes are covered in a thin layer of water where the light grey surface of the rock doesn’t take up visual space. The wall-like cliff side I have just climbed curves backwards to my left and I get a vision of a castle-like town over my left hand shoulder. The embarrassment arise as a result of knowing that we now have to go back and report the encounter to our leaders here.

End of dream.

I was with my dad, we got to a gas station qhere there is a bookstore that I want to go to, owned by my friend's dad. My dad waited at a nearby coffee shop. Unfortunately, the bookstore was closed, so I skipped to the future. I entered the now-open bookstore, and I realized thatnI just used a power, and became lucid. I touched everything in the bookstore and licked my hands and did other things to stabilize, also shouting 'Lucidity increase!' and 'Clarity increase!' but I 'woke up'.

I had a false awakening within the bookstore, on some chair. My dad was next to me, having fallen asleep while using his iPad. He woke up and started talking about somethint while I felt a bit disappointed and did my usual reality check, making me notice that one of my finger is missing! I become lucid again, and this time I stabilized better. My dad asked me what I was going to do now, and I said I will be meeting someone (the voice in the mirror), but in my dream I didn't remember that I need to find a mirror, I just wandered aimlessly out the back of the bookstore, through a place that looked like my university. My dream started to lose cohesion again and I tried to stabilize but I woke up.

I dreamed that I was another person talking to myself who was sitting with my dad at a cafeteria. I talked about the end of the world and other things, which my dad scoffed at. I reminded him that our world was plunged into apocalypse and had only recovered, which made him go quiet.

I was a girl, I got sleepdarted by Ana from Overwatch. I woke up to a lesbian on me wanting to get it on, but I was not in the mood.

My dream transitioned to my highschool going to BlizzCon. I didn't remember the details of the con but it was apparently in New Zealand and we had minor earthquakes before we left.

The bus stopped at a mall. We looked around, I separated from the others and looked around by myself. When I walked out my dad was there and he complained that I took so long looking around that it was midnight. I was about to come up with an excuse when I realized he's my dreamsign, and I became lucid.

I had a false awakening and my laptop was on my bed. It was on Facebook with a video of an African American girl with a white family, who claimed that they are her true family and she ran away from her dark-skinned family, and e comments were people talking about how racist she was, and also some people talking about her name was "Gental" which sounded funny because it sounded like "Genital"

I woke up. I did reality checks. I fell back to sleep and had another false awakening, and I accidentally astrally projected.

My dream transitioned to me as Dr McNinja from the webcomic Dr. McNinja, with an older ninja who was dressed more like Rambo than a ninja. We were fighting against all of the enemeis of McNinja, under the leadership of an alien luchador a la Darkseid, with Frans Rayner as his right hand man. He sent an entire city's worth of soldiers and police at us. I didn't recall all the battle's detail but it was awesome, with us skirmishing throughout the city by jumping on cars to make our getaway and ambushing checkpoints.

We took out the police and was about to make our getaway, when Frans Rayner called us and told that McRambo got a nuke in his shoe and we won't be able to get it far away from us in time. We panicked a bit but then I took him up a tall building and we dropped his shoe, then we run like hell.

We survived, and celebrated about how we will escape now, but our noises drew the attention of Space Luchador and Frans Rayner, who were right above us all along in a helicopter, and we were just mutually unaware of each other earlier.

My dream transitioned to me talking to someone about the setting of Dr. McNinja. I claimed that in the Dr. McNinja world, nearly all popular fictional characters coexist. I saw from a third person view a bunch of characters on a ferris wheel, but the only two I remember were Stitch and Reuben from Lilo and Stitch, except Reuben was a shapeshifter in the shape of Stitch but with his yellow eyes.

I was playing through text options as if I was on Fallen London. One card said something along the line of "Trials of _____ House", which I selected.

I am in first person again, and I was in a modern club, with a stereotypical rich godfather and all that good stuffs. Me and someone else were infiltrating the place to find blackmail material regarding the godfather, in case he was a pedophile or something like that.

We got into a room next to the godfather under the guise of needing their... services. We beat up the workers, knocked them out, and tied them as I tried to spy on the godfather. He had a harem of girls serving him. We stole a few jewelries from the room and then amdemto get away since we couldn't find anything to black ail him with, but somehow they caught us and the godfather walked out to meet us.

Somehow everything worked out. The mafia collapsed. They were linked to the government. The perspective moved to a misty morning in a military airport, with the president of United States (he was blonde, but he didn't look like Trump) using his VP (who looked like Hillary Clinton, but whom I am pretty sure wasn't) as a scapegoat. He walked away from her and the guards, popped champagne and lifted the foaming bottle up as mist enveloped him. The credits roll.

I had a false awakening (I don't know why I don't do reality checks in these when I have always did reality checks after waking up) where I was sleeping beside my father. I may have gotten up a bit and used my laptop to searhc up naughty stuffs while he was sleeping.

My dream returned to the president again, back where we left off. The VP was crying and protesting her arrest as the supposed mastermind behind the Mafia, while on the other side of the mist the president talked to some shadowy figures.

My dream transitioned to me playing 3D Metroid (I have never played Metroid) where the environment are in HD 3D but the enemies are pixelated. I fought my way up what looked like a warehouse, got up an elevator, and came to a plaza surrounding a courtyard. I discovered that I have unlimited jetpack and I flew up to the top level, and tried to fly to an enemy and cut it in half with a sword. I missed and flew out of the map, which was a building floating in the sky surrounded by the vast emptiness of the skybox. I curved around and flew back inside the level for another try, but I missed again, then I woke up. I would also note that the flight felt different from the other times I flew in my dream. It felt like actual flying, unlike the levitation I always did not counting the one time I had angel wings.

The dream scene was this giant beach with different rock cliffs on the outside. The left side was mostly rolling fields and the right was a big cliff. There are rock cliffs in the water and on the sand as well. I believe that I'm in some sort of summer camp like Rockbridge that I've been to in the past. There are cabins in the fields and kids are in there for free time. Kolby is there hanging out with some other people walking around. I remember thinking I didn't fit in with them. At some point, a younger girl and guy come up to me and say my name to me which startled me but we sort of laugh. Then they're on the beach with me doing whatever. Someone tells me that the boy is cute looking but a douche. There's this rope that I'm holding onto which is attached to the middle of the sky and swinging me around the entire map. I'm swinging and spinning around the beach and around the cliffs.
On the right is the cliffs made up of separate rocks. It must be 100 yards or more high. I'm climbing up with some friends and people are falling off. There's a group of older moms there for some competition at the top and they are telling me to leave but I'm trying to hold on. I'm afraid I'm going to fall off.
At some point I'm in a gas station that I think is a McDonald's. Two of my fraternity brothers are there and I ask them to make me a frappe but then I feel bad making them do that so I just say I'll get coffee somewhere else.
Another dream I'm in these hallways with a group of guys. The point is that there are girls trying to freak us out, like a haunted house. At the end of the dream there's a girl from my high school named Bridgette tickling me.
False awakening, my friend Mason is in my college bedroom. He asks me if I've told my dad about his recent grandfather's passing and I tell him that I don't talk to my dad much, to which he replies with something about being born by him which confuses me. I get into the shower and he's trying to mess with me.

I couldn't really get to sleep last night until about 5 and had to wake up at 8:30 so not much dreaming occurred.

Frag: I'm in some sort of area with my father, an open space with dirt or concrete floors, open sky, sort of like a junk yard. We were running around. I do remember Pennywise the Clown from IT was there with us jumping around to different locations. There was like an overhanging stage thing that was sort of dark. I wasn't really afraid of Pennywise personally but it did seem like a darker dream.

Semi-Lucid: So I went back to my house after class to take a nap. Eventually, I was right on the edge of sleep and awake. My body started to get that really high feeling from edging on the line of dreaming and awake, my whole body feeling it. I started to hear music in my ears, but as it got clearer my ears would suddenly buzz and hurt. That cycle happened a couple of times. After that, I tried to get out of my body. So I was trying to float up and then trying to sink down. My dream body ended up rolling backwards off of my bed towards my closet, hitting the ground. I then started to look at my hands and say "woah" before I went back into another dream.

I am with my dad, at a bookstore in Thailand. My dad picks a large volume, "I was looking to buy this one for you" he says. I do not remember the title or the topic of the tome.

There are vague interactions between me and a boy who looks like one of those kids from Mr. Osomatsu. I haven't seen that anime. He is drawn in anime style, but nobody seems to notice or care. He is cute, as in my dream has decided that I should find him cute. His behavior is endearing. He holds my hand a lot. I am a big sucker for that, I admit.

My dream transitions to me being on Facebook, which I don't go on that much in real life. I add the boy (who I'm going to refer to as "Osomatsu") on Facebook. Then I invite him toe Hentai Group. I'm serious. I don't recall much interactions with him about the Hentai Group, but I recall the Hentai Group discussing everything except Hentai, and that's why this dream's title doesn't have an NSFW warning.

We interact somehow, I don't rememebr what it is that we do together, but we do them in my boarding school's "Gala Day" event. He is very small. He is in a MEKA (from Overwatch) and he reminds me of gremlin D.va (it's an Overwatch meme)

I play a game similar to Dark Souls or Bloodborne, with another person who is likely not Osomatsu. An enemy warrior chases me. I don't recall much, except that they are female, and her face is covered with her helmet. She reminds me of a valkyrie, maybe. Or a harlequin. I think she wields two curved blades, or they might be fused into her. She is unkillable, her health regenerates rapidly and I can't kill her. I ran to find my friend working on an incredibly cryptic but engaging puzzle (some colored tiles on the floor). I ask him to help me pool together damage to kill the Valkyrie.

Oi, oi, I'm back from the shadows of a five day slump of upset emotions and sadness. Things have cooled down now though, and I've brought two dreams with me for this entry!
This first one was from the morning before this morning.
I was in a school (who would've thunk it), or more specifically, a choir class. We were all singing some song, and for some reason, all the kids around me were 5th graders, while I was the only young adult in the room, aside from the teachers standing around watching our performance. Suddenly, alarms blared! Doctors came in from every which way! What was going on?
The answer to that question appeared in the form of the head of the doctors, a nurse with a demanding presence but kind demeanor. She strolled her way in, feet clacking on the floor as we all stared in a mixture of confusion and horror. She stopped walking, waited a moment, and explained to us that a virus was going through the school. Not just any virus though; it was a lethal, fast-spreading virus, and all of the kids had to be quarantined immediately. With a snap of her fingers, the doctors began rounding up the kids and escorting them out of the choir room. For some reason, nobody came up to me, making me the last one in the room, along with the teachers and the head nurse. There was some more to this dream involving me questioning the nurse about the outbreak, but I don't remember it.
Next is my fragment from this morning. And it's real sparse one at that; only specific scenes and characters remembered.
A school was involved. (this may as well be a dream sign at this point along with K and my ex). My ex was there. For some reason I was viewing the dream as an observer, but another me was in the dream, or rather, my middle-school-aged self, as one of the participating DCs. My dad was in the dream too, and he was running for president, campaigning through the school.
Lately I've noticed a trend that whenever my emotions get upset or sad, it tends to dip my recall the following mornings, whereas if I'm feeling happier and more clear-headed, I tend to have more consistent recall. Don't really know if there's anything to that, but it's been an observable enough pattern that there may be something to it, at least for me.

I have notes of a "swamp", a "woman swimming", and "crocodiles". I remember none of it, except the crocodiles.

Dream took place in my old family home again. My phone buzzed in my pocket (allegedly, I remember nothing, these are old notes). My dad was upstairs. In the dream, I think he was installing (or had already installed) a fixed air conditioner unit. I could hear the annoying sound. In reality, it as my own crappy mobile AC that I was hearing, and the sound "leaked" into the dream in this form.

I think I was on a quay, I think. I came across my old colleagues from my previous previous previous job (Tankpark). We did not split on good terms. I greet them, they ignore me. I was like "okay then", and continued on my way.

We were in a garage-like space, dismantling a nuke. Notes tell me Xiaoxi (Chinese lady I know) was somehow involved, but I don't recall how. Heroes' Matt Parkman was there too (no surprise, I had seen actor Greg Grunberg in Star Trek: Beyond the evening before). At some point, Arthur Petrelli showed up and tried to stop us. I ignored him, saying he was dead. Suddenly, he turned out to be an older man called "Manny". I was supposed to know him from the past when he was younger, but didn't recogize him. He argued the world was in terrible shape, and asked us to stop. I convinced him it would only get worse if the nuke went off. We got ready to leave. Matt was interested in a fish bowl with some fish still in it, randomly laying around in the garage. He took it with him. We crawled under the garage door, which was half closed. I felt extremely tired, physically. So did the others, according to my notes. We find ourselves in what looks like an underground parking garage. In the distance, I see armed forced enter from several entrances. Guys in full SWAT gear. I am suspicious. We get on our knees as if to surrender, and I think to Parkman (he's a mind-reader) to get ready to get us out of here if things go wrong. Not sure how he would have done that. He can't teleport.

I had a nightmare this morning which doesn't happen very often. Usually when scary stuff happens in dreams I don't feel scared because somehow I percieve it as a movie or advenure. I have to admit though this one was pretty scary. It was almost as scary as the other dream I had this morning where I met Donald Trump!

08.10.2016
07:00 AM

Chop Chop Chop (Nightmare)

I am in Seoul Korea with my dad and sister for vacation and to visit some friends. The city is very modern and beautiful looking. We go on a feris wheel on an island in an artificial lake and get a great view of everything. My dad says it has changed a lot since he was stationed here in the army.

Somehow everything transitions to how it suposadly was in the 60s. The buildings and cars are much smaller and used looking. Everything is painted with lots of bright colors though. We go into an area that is abandoned except for a brick building that is a brothel. Women solicit us from the windows. We try to get back to the better areas and have to pass by a hospital that is right next to a slaughterhouse. I see people carrying pig parts and human body parts between the two buildings.

I find myself, despite the obvious red flags, going through the ally with my dad and sister. From around the corner a nurse with a face mask on is staring at me with a creepy face. I notice she has a cleaver in her hand as she takes a step forward. "Chop Chop Chop", she says. I run away but find the only way is into the slaughterhouse.

Inside there is another nurse with a cleaver. This one has blood on her dress. I trip and she runs toward me saying "chop chop chop" faster and faster. She is about to chop me with the cleaver but I find there is some butchery tool on the ground near me. I pick it up and cut her throat several times. She stumbles back but doesn't seem effected by the cuts. She slowly walks forward again saying chop with each step. Right when I know I'm done for I hear a voice say, "Chop this." And a fire axe slams into the side of her head from behind. It's my dad!

He helps me to my feet and we turn around to se the other nurse bent over backwards on all fores. Her head twists around 180 degrees to face us. She starts wattling toward us and I wake up.