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2022 May 23rd

Unknown time
Fragment:

Something about going with H to meet up this businessman for some kind of financial assessment. Looks a bit like Goldfinger? We drive there I think.

8:15
Dream:

I'm at a version of our home. A detached house in the middle of some woods. It's really dark outside, realistically pitch black. We have a lorry outside that we have been loading stuff into, for moving house. I go to it and check inside. I'm attacked by Meowth (Pokemon) who jumps off the lorry top to attack me. I grab him and threaten to break his neck if he doesn't tell me who else is here. He says something and I understand Jessy and James to be here too.

I have a quick look around outside, but as I do, I see a red glow. They've gotten in the lorry and are going to back it up. I try to open the passenger side door, but a slightly fat man keeps trying to shut it so I just start slamming it open and shut so that he might lose grip, having no such luck. I decide to try and jump up on the bonnet. I do, and then I'm sort of sat there looking at the both of them. I think the other one is actually Jessy. I have my boots on and I use them to smash the two bits of windshield, then putting my feet through and starting to kick the crap out of the two of them, one foot each. This is all happening as they're reversing and driving around, now onto a roundabout of all places.

I see three Humvees with military police with blue arm bands inside the cars and I repeatedly yell for help from them as I keep fighting the burglars with my feet, trying to indicate with my hands that they've stolen the lorry. The thieves are different people now (both male).

The military police finally take position and aim at the lorry. I'm still kicking the thieves like hell. The police take their time but eventually start shooting. I take to opportunity of the shots hitting the lorry to somehow swing myself around and change the centre of mass for the lorry, making it topple on its side, passenger side at the bottom. One of the thieves gets out from the top and the police shoot him dead, making me briefly think about how close to me that was, but not dwelling on it.

Possibly moving the corpse or something, I sort of get into the cabin from the top and start kicking and stomping on the second thief and yelling "Get the hell out of my truck!" and such like.

Eventually, the thief gives up and is arrested. I'm not fully content with the outcome, having wanted them both dead, by my hands, or feet as it were.

I check the back of the lorry now. Inside, the contents have all gone and there's just a long and thin compressed cardboard box that everything should be in, though nothing is actually inside. Eventually, I get back home and I'm talking to H about it. I ask if we can't get some insurance payment for all the stuff we lost but he says we haven't got any. I am disappointed but say with confidence we'll manage somehow.

9/10:00
Fragment:

Subway, with someone. Some kid bumps us, he wants company? Then we get the kid to come round to some house or piano shop place, and we show him my dad playing the piano. Later I/we return to the same place, but dad doesn't remember the moment from before when it's brought up.



Notes:

- The long dream about the theft wasn't really a bad dream but it was quite vivid and somewhat intense.

- Probably one of the most fun dreams I've had in a while, as even in the dream I did quite enjoy stomping on those thieves repeatedly. Even so, at the end I did feel very disappointed about losing so much of our stuff and being able to get nothing back for it.

- My feet are rarely weapons of choice unless a situation really calls for it and I have my boots on, which in fairness is always these days.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP


Part of a team planning something that implies invading someone's underwater bunker and living there for a year. But the plan fails, because the bunker is at a lake or near the shore and there is as a guy driving buy who spots us diving and he knows to whom this place belongs and what's down there under water. I think we should abort but the others decide to go anyway.
Nothing happens for weeks. We get used to living there. It's more like an underwater complex, spacious and with multiple areas, even has a living room with a piano, very stylish.
At some point we're running a full business from there and I interview 3 ladies for the secretary job. Someone even brings in a dog,
Then there is one incident, when the two guys who take shifts guarding outside, get into a fight. While they are not watching, some hired killer comes in the complex to eliminate us. And somehow I know this but no one listens to me. There are escape pods and I consider going on one, but I decide to stay and locate and neutralize the enemy.

I am at the Finances office, to clear up a doubt about my taxes, but the world looks a bit post-apocalyptic and the place looks chaotic. No one comes to help me, so I just barge in and look for employees in the lower level office rooms. I find a room with two workers behind desks covered in piles of paper and attending a 3rd person, so I wait on a bench in the corridor for a chance to talk to them. While there, the corridor behind me fills with debris, like the walls just collapsed. But the workers just keep doing their business as usual, as if nothing happened and eventually ask me what they can do to help me. We discuss income tax and they issue an invoice for the tax I have to pay, and then I leave.
I meet my dad on my way out, and I tell him about my tax issues. But then he starts tickling me and playing with me like he used to when I was a child. But not in a good way. (And this is actually real, my father never abused me, but he did harass me a lot and disguised it as innocent play) Things escalate as he starts pulling my pants off. I get really mad at him and yell at him that that wasn't ok when I was a child and it is not ok now, and that he will face consequences, because I am an adult now. I call him an abuser and tell him that what he did, was never play, it was always sexual abuse/harassment and he seriously needs treatment for his mental problem. He goes speechless. He looks down on the ground, then grabs a sandwich, but can't even swallow it because his throat is so dry. Then he changes subject and asks me about some movie he saw or wants to see, that is directed by some director he knows and Robert Rodriguez and he wants to know if I know him. But I am jut too furious and do not get distracted by the change of subject.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Chip Franklin is on tour and I go with some friends to see one of his shows. It is a disaster, very short, very boring and I fall asleep. I am so disappointed that I try to meet him at the end of the show to have an honest conversation with him.

My uncles come to my house, which is not my actual house but some kind of barn, and they start checking my drawers, apparently looking for something. They find some of my documents, bank extracts, bills, they basically learn how much money I got and I spend. I am beyond furious for their indiscretion. They pretend they didn't see a thing, but have this look on their faces like now they know something they'll use against me.

My husband and I were house hunting, and there was this house which we according to the dream had seen before at a previous occasion. At first we could not see it because of a doctor's appointment of mine, but the next day we came, and there was another family there looking at the house and the hostess was the owner of the house and her family.

The house had a small bay in front of it, and in the middle of the bay was the Washington Monument sticking out of the water. There were stairs coming down into the bay. A group of dolphins performed a show for us in the bay. And there may also have been penguins or other performers.

My husband and I walked off after this show, without looking at the inside of this house. I was trying to tell my husband that for a house like this we should be willing to spend more than for our previous home, and I tried to put a dollar value on how much more in mortgage payments per month, but I could not figure it out. I also remember being worried that we had not completed a credit check yet, like before we bought our current home, but I thought that we had time after all because we could place the offer and could produce the credit check if the owner decided to sell to us.

We met the other family who had viewed the house, and they were not interested in it, and they assumed that we were not either since we had walked off without actually looking at the house.

So we walked back. We appologized to the owner for giving her mixed messages, and said we hoped it was not too late to look at the house now.