Morning of September 29, 2017. Friday. My dream self decides to rob a bank. My conscious self is partially extant in having memory of my marriage and family, though I also seem much younger physically and mentally, by several years before I was married. I go into a bank. I have a revolver, but I never use it. I calmly sit down at a desk where an unfamiliar female is working. I give her a note that tells her to give me all the money. She calmly seems to begin to get some together and does not seem frightened. At one point, the bank manager, an unfamiliar male, walks into the room from my left. He stands for a short time watching us but does not seem to suspect anything. Eventually, the female hands me a large envelope. I take it and leave. I decide to become invisible, though I also phase through the wall of the bank in case there is security at the entrance. I fly around for several minutes, still maintaining invisibility. (This of course is non-lucid dream control. My subconscious self does not know I am dreaming, but a subliminal thread of my conscious self does.) I end up at Marilyn’s house (Marilyn is an older half-sister on my mother’s side), except that I do not recall that she had died and she appears as she did in the 1980s. It is also not her house (as in America) as in real life but a variation of the Barolin Street house in Australia where Zsuzsanna and I and our family last lived. There also seem to be some elements of Evelyn’s house of which I last visited in real life at age five. I think I see a police car stop in front of the house, though the top of the car soon seems to have some sort of metal part like a luggage rack rather than a police car’s strobe light device. At least five men, all of whom look exactly alike and are wearing some sort of yellowish-brown uniform, come into the house. I decide to hide in the basement via the trapdoor in the bathroom (though the Barolin Street house did not have a basement, this feature based on the Loomis Street house) but I soon change my mind when I see they are just visiting my relatives. I open the large packet that I was given at the bank. I first seem to see colorful foreign money, but then I realize there is no money in the packet. There are a few documents. There are a few pieces of paper with poetry about family. There are also a number of small transparent packets of herbs which she apparently thought would benefit me. One of the packets apparently contains alfalfa, yet it actually says “alpaca” on the label. I puzzle over this until my dream fades.
1st. The dream was set at the maroochydore river area. There were probably 3 other people that were with me although none of them I know in real life. We would go to these shops that were kind of weirdly set up (Like Happy High Herbs). The other people would end up talking to the shop owners and getting some weed to smoke although when I did it the effects would only last a few seconds so we ended up going back multiple times for a fuller experience. I remember one time I took it I was flying/hovering way above the ground although the other two times it happened I was standing near the shops. I’m not sure exactly about the details of the next part although I’m pretty sure there was an airport next to the shops and this is what lead me to the next dream. 2nd. My brother and I were sent on this plane with return tickets to some foreign place, I know this because I remember travelling over an ocean. The plane ride was short and over as soon as it started and straight after we walked out we had to find our way to the next terminal to get back. When I did find it my brother was already there so I relaxed and zoned out for a bit. When I took in my surroundings again there were different people around me. My brother said that I had missed it and there would be another one soon. While we were waiting there were people doing stuff to pass time although I woke up before I even got onto the plane #Disappointment P.S I've never done drugs, I'm a good boy
(I should have written these down earlier today... Now I have forgotten most of them) First: I have vague memories of my brother Jimmy being angry as hell. I think it was at my parents place, but I am not sure. The Austrians were visiting and we were going to Stockholm. We talked about flying airplanes and I said that I have never gone anywhere with an airplane before (in real life I have traveled by air one time when I was 4). After further discussion I came to the conclusion that I had actually done it once before but for some strange reason I had no memories of it. I didn't think much about it. -memory gap- Something about herbs used for cooking. That it is much more efficient to gather fresh herbs by yourself in the forest than to buy them. Therefor we had to go to my grandpa who lives in fjällen becuase apparently they had herbs in abundance. Then I was walking in a forest there and saw wood sorrel on the ground. It wasn't really what I was after though so I didn't gather it. I was looking for parsley and oregano but found none. Second: There was a race held at the uni in Umeå and I was attending along with some random people from the cognitive science program I attended IRL some year ago. The race started at the pond and continued along the road next to the lärarutbildningshus. I ran along the race track and after a while it led into a house. I think it was a store or something. Now Jimmy was there and it was if as the race didn't exist at all. Jimmy was following me around. I opened a door that led down to the basement. It was an extremely narrow stairway so you almost had to squeeze yourself down. I started to go down and Jimmy followed. There was a lot of cobwebs on the walls. They were very detailed and I could see small dead insects, web structures and spiders. Most was small and I wasn't bothered by them. I knew that Jimmy didn't like spiders so I warned him about them and said that he should crouch to avoid them. He failed to avoid the last web and it got stuck on his chest without him noticing. I saw that it contained a very large spider (~4cm diameter). I told him about it and he tried to shove it off. It fell on the floor and the spider got squashed. Another spider appeared from the damaged web and approached me. I got disgusted and tried to shove it away but the web was sticky and it partly stuck on my fingers. It felt very repulsive. I don't know how the spider episode ended but me and Jimmy entered another room and it was decorated with very old furniture. We approached a child bed that we thought was very typical of the old furniture style. It didn't really look like a bed, it was more like a strange cloth tube. It lead to another room and I think we were going to enter it through the bed.
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