19th August 2021 Away from home at the time. Scraps: Something about a big drill at the tail end of a dream before waking. Before that, something more adventure-like. Another bit about S and A. But S was implied to have died and A was having a conversation with me, telling me all of this. In that moment I realise that was why we hadn't had any contact with her for a long time. 21st August 2021 Recall was good at first and dreaming presence was very decent too, lots of dreaming overall, but I was unable to write any recall down initially and it was left too long by the time I had another chance, meaning almost all detail was gone. Scraps: Something about dreaming and art. Last bit just before waking, I'm doing something charitable for someone. I'm somewhere like in Scotland and I remember moving around a fair bit. (in what way?) Notes: - I cannot know whether my dream realisation about A's husband has any truth or not, since we still haven't spoken. Sadly it's been years since we last spoke. - Dreaming about dreaming and art probably relates to some of the long-term lucid goals I have. - I'm not sure if I was still away on the 21st or not, possibly just after I had been. - I just realised while typing this DJ entry title that our host's husband passed away some years ago, perhaps this was what brought on the dream about A's husband, in some way.
Only disjointed elements in memory. A vague memory of wondering if I'm asleep or not. (!) As to what I did afterward, nothing remains. I see an old friend from school, he is by a large house at night in the yard. Candles in lanterns light the yard. We go inside, there are some of his friends in there, young women. He mentions that he can show his back if it really is something people want to see, as if someone asked him to show it. I think he just made it up to be able to have an excuse to show off a tattoo. He takes his shirt off. I see a disgusting, long wart protrude from his side. I think I get a glimpse of a light green tattoo but it is really small. Waking up on a mattress on a floor, I'm with a female friend of mine and her brother. We are all waking up, the light in the kitchen has an orange-sepia tone to it. Her brother complains that someone was drilling in the night and it woke him up. He says he was the only one to wake up to it. I don't remember waking up. I am a very sound sleeper.
I was on a military base running some drills, I left with a couple of girls and we were speeding in a car after Michael Jackson. We came to a stop and he started shooting up a building. He got abducted by aliens and got something implanted in him to be on their side. He then got sent back to Earth and I was with him in a neighborhood at night. It was dark and some guy was stealing something from someone, so we took out our pistols. I pulled the trigger on K83 but it didn't shoot, so I racked the slide and shot him. We ran silently through the night doing parkour to our destination. I was gonna go over a wall but heard a man talking to his son on the other side. I went around it and passed a yellow dinosaur. I stopped and turned around asking what a yellow dinosaur is doing here. I did a reality check. I had 7 fingers and said "Don't wake me up yet!" Everything went black and I woke up.
I dreamt that I was at work. It was 10:00 Friday night but I couldn't be there because I had drill the next day so I was gonna ask a lieutenant to let me go home. The prison was in some sort of pit. I found some keys and on them was Tellez's name. I put them in my pocket and went to find him to give him the keys back.
I try out being a Xenomorph from the movie Alien for a while, walking around and hissing, but no one around to taste with my extending mandible. I woke up, which I must've done about 5 times during the dream. I just lay still each time not opening eyelids or moving a muscle and the dream resumed. Probably 4 out of the 5 times I re-entered I did through a device in my dreams I call a "strover," which is like a tablet I can expand itself by gripping the corners and pulling apart. I'll see the screen, then sort of try to get in the screen to join the dream. I try my hand at humor and being talkative, almost to the point of spaztic, getting the feeling that the dream will end if I stop talking. While I was saying different things (I don't remember what) I felt sensations at various points in my spine, slowly crawling upward. I walk into the building of a Google-Apple merger for an interview, but through a side door where a technician was working. He directs me to where the interview would take place. As I reach the very inviting, ornately decorated room I see a man and woman, my interviewers, sitting across a desk. I continue to talk, getting them to laugh. I have an item on me I call a "silly shield," a normal shield I just name after my personality at the moment. I would be back with them later. I feel a fabric stretched out across a metal square rim pulled over my head. Then I welcome the subsequent whirring sound and brainwork as something is drilled into the northeast region of my brain, while the nerves in the southwest tingle. It continues to enter at different angles, each time the opposite side tingling. I'm back in the interview room, and the interviewers turn cold on me. "We've seen your silly shield, now what about your serious side?" I feel continuation of the dream is on the line, so I quickly whip out a "serious sword" and show it to them. Right as I'm sheathing my sword a zombie busts down a door off to one side and rushes me. I quickly reach over my shoulder to draw and in one motion bring my serious sword down across the zombie's neck, then arc it back upward to finish the job, lopping off the zombie's head. Five more zombies charge me and I notice a small bomb where people normally keep a fire extinguisher. I light a match and toss it at the bomb, blowing it up and taking care of the zombies. I let the interviewers know we need to get out of here and grab and carry the woman down a hallway while the man follows behind, falls behind, then falls down. I console my charge, saying, "There's nothing we can do for him. I need to save a woman..." Another woman, dressed up as a commando with gun drawn, marches in the opposite direction to fight the zombies. I grab her as well and finish the thought by saying "...or two." I carry them into a side office, do a quick recount of what had happened to make sure I was indeed dreaming, then jump through a window with women in tow. Nothing like free-falling holding onto two beautiful girls. The dream ends sometime during the fall.
I was rather upset last night when I went to bed so that could explain why I wasn't lucid at all in my dream, but I won't blame my lack of lucidity on my relationship problems. My dream started off in my high school where I was in the science hallway with Cay (R.C. in previous entries). Now, this is kind of important to know, the hallways of the upstairs of our high school is shaped like a giant square and it branches off in a couple of places. When I'm actually in school and we have time before class, me and my friends just walk around this square multiple times, so that's what me and Cay were doing. Meanwhile one of our teachers, Mr. R, who happens to be Cay's cousin, keeps trying to sell us pencils. Really crappy pencils at that. And he's starting to get annoying and eventually starts following us. Then later another one of our teachers, Mr. M, tells us we need to go to the cafeteria right away to receive some award. When we get to the cafeteria it's not really our cafeteria. It's more of a giant stadium and in the center of the stadium is the temple and while I'm staring at the temple Mr. M is dragging me across to the other side of this giant stadium thats filled with a hell of a lot more than the four hundred students that go to my school. The person holding my hand shouts my name and when I look back instead of it being my psychology teacher its my brother's bandmate F.W. Maybe Mr. M turned into F.W. because their both redheads? Who knows. When I look away from him now though, were standing in the parking lot of some rather shitty hotel. Apparently my brothers band has a show somewhere nearby and the band is staying there with my brother's girlfriend and me and Cay. Their guitar player never seems to show up in the dream though, and neither does their screamer. Both pretty important characters to their band considering their a metal band. Oh well. Anyway, F.W. takes me to the hotel room that my brother, his girlfriend, and their drummer are staying in. F.W. informs me here that me, him, and Cay will be staying in the room right next door. Then I notice that it's really dark outside and I feel really tired. I go to the hotel room where I crawl into bed and Cay is already asleep in hers. F.W. had already told me he'd sleep in the floor. He lied. Shortly after as I'm dozing off to sleep F.W. weasles his way into my bed and starts trying to cuddle with me. I nudge him. "F**** get out of my bed." "Aww. I don't like the floor K******." "Like I care? Get off of me." I then shove him into the floor. I hear him get into Cay's bed and then hear a whimper and Cay say, "Please go away you ginger." Sorry for any redheads that just read that and were offended. I close my eyes for a little while. When I open them I'm in a snowy forest and there is a person I watch on youtube trying to kill her brother. For whatever reason. She's running from him at first and then for him. He ends up in a van that Aaron was sleeping in. While he's hiding there, Aaron wakes up and is watching this guy with tired eyes and dishelved hair. Shiloh (the youtuber, her name on youtube is Draculoh) takes a drill out of somewhere, drills the window, then through her brother's head. I mutter ew and lay back down on the ground. When I open my eyes again I'm back in my brother's hotel room on a couch with F.W. who's playing video games. He asks me to play Guitar Hero with him, which I try to decline because frankly, I suck at it; but he insists and throws the controller at me, so I do. Meanwhile my brother is modeling clothes for his girlfriend and for some reason trying on some of her clothes. Cay walks into the room with a bloody drill that I notice as the one Shiloh was using. I look at her confused, point at the weapon and am about to question it when I wake up.
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