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12/26/20

I am at a school with many tables and people sitting in groups together, I recognize some kids from my middle school. We are right next to the coast in florida and notice some storms with dark clouds in the distance off the shore. Though the weather is sunny and beautiful where we are. I am walking down the beach with a friend collecting shells, there are some large ones by a kiosk selling drinks and food, the owner laughs at us for being touristy.

I am now on a boat driving fast down the coast. I am seeing many coastal homes on the water most on stilts with varying colours and designs, they are very beautiful. I dip my hands into the water and feel the pressure of the water as it passes, it is serene.

I tell the companion in the boat with me I am originally from Charleston south Carolina and this feels very nostalgic for me. We travel down the coast more and make it to an event center of sorts. It is very large and packed with business men in suits, they are all very rich, this almost feels like a pyramid scheme mixed with Wolf of Wall street type mood.

My old manager tells me he has moved my section so I could 'be with my people' on the balcony of the convention. (Used to regular in our cocktail lounge at my old job IWL) I tell my companion I haven't been to work in weeks/months and I just showed up and they gave me my section back, I didn't even have to ask and laugh out loud.

We are instructed to just bring beers to people sitting at tables, I clarify to the managers 'so you just want us to bring beers without them even asking for them?' 'Yes' they reply, seems fishy but I do what I'm told. Most of the businessmen are older with full suits on. I see that I am only wearing a black button up and stand out somewhat.

I ask a table if they want beers but then notice they all look like minors, not dressed like the rest of the people there. They say yes they want beers so I ask for an ID. They all huddle around each other whispering. A girl in the middle produces her ID. I struggle to read it but notice she won't be 21 till 2026, she begins some obvious lie about how she ordered a new ID because they printed that one wrong. I don't believe her and walk away.

Looking at the many different tables and displays there are many sweets like donuts and brownies and all sorts of chocolate confections. We are then told as workers we can have anything to eat we want. I have my eye on a candy cane shaped donut with coloured sprinkles but there are people who grab them up once we are told we can eat, I decide to walk around more and see what is available.

Walking back to the front of the convention floor past most of the tables of treats. I notice the entrance looks like a convenience store. There are people standing in line for odds and ends by the register. I ask a guy at the front of the line if he wants a beer, he raises his hand and shakes his head graciously signaling no.

I notice a giant full wall display cooler to the right. It has many different types of prawns/lobsters in it. The largest lobsters are at the top, they are larger than anything I've ever seen at 3-4 feet long. The sign says they are $69 a pound. I recall paying $28 a pound for king crab IWL so this doesn't seem too odd and I gather most of the business men are incredibly rich anyway.Still impressed by the display I pull out my phone to take a picture of the wall of shellfish.

As I am walking back into the convention center I notice the sounds of my feet hitting the tile go quiet in a certain section just after the main doorway. Curious I am made aware that there was a scientist before who used to do his research in this facility. He made himself invisible and was never seen again. I am made aware he was murdered and his body was smashed by being stampeded by the mass of businessmen in suits all flooding the convention center. They left him on the floor of the entrance as a disgrace. There was no sound because people were walking over him. The dream fades as I am disgusted by this discovery.

Morning of June 7, 2015. Sunday.



In the first part of my dream, I am disembodied and watching a large group of tribal people on an island (possibly Polynesian) dragging an overturned very large (prehistoric) living trilobite onto the beach. Apparently they are somehow getting a lot of edible meat from it. There is a bit of ambiguity as if there is something related to archaeology in the back of my mind. It does not seem to matter that trilobites were probably never this large and are also extinct, as the scene is extraordinarily vivid and “realistic” otherwise.

Later, there is a shift and more people (perhaps the same group) are capturing large turtles and somehow using the carapace as some sort of small boat that seems to be able to hold about three or four people. It seems fairly “realistic” but I doubt it would be feasible.

I am with some unknown and unfamiliar females, not tribal and not directly associated with the other groups to my knowledge. We are in a boat which is somewhat canoe-like (not a kayak) though the others are sculling in an area near shore - which may be in the ocean or a very large lake, though I do not sense it is competitive rowing (or regarding a need to hurry), at least not clearly. There is an abandoned windmill on shore which seems important. Somehow, four oars are jury-rigged as new blades for this windmill, which seems to happen almost instantly even though I sense or see little movement. This is perhaps some sort of composite joining. Windmills represent the dreaming process itself or level of lucidity (as does successfully traveling in a small boat over a large body of water) or extent of the connection to semi-consciousness. In the past, one dream where windmills were stopped or unmoving (and another from years ago regarding entering a painting of a windmill, though I had a recent one where someone else was ready to enter a painting with a windmill) represented being fully in my dream, as the windmill turning would imply conscious awareness and a windmill beginning to move might be related to the liminal level of waking consciousness, but this is probably not always the case.

I do not get out of the boat as there is something else I have to do before waking - to help with my physical existence and “uniformity” in my role of “pretending” to be human and to exist in the real world as such.

I eventually shift to where I am aware that I am in bed with my wife, though she is asleep and I am in a state of artificial “wakefulness”, though not full sleep paralysis - only very light sleep paralysis, as there is not the typical blissful awareness or wonderful waves of energy and oscillation that move from head to toe and back in such states. I am aware that, due to recent back pain, I have to go through several stages and need to maintain each stage for a certain number of minutes prior to waking.

First of all, I am a trilobite lying on my back in our bed, but I need to transform over time into other representations of whatever partially abstract line of thought or existence I am in. I do not move (or attempt to move) at any point. Still, I am well aware that I am becoming a lobster. Becoming a lobster is important and not uncomfortable, so I am a lobster for several minutes. I almost sense a level of transparency and a sort of “flatness”, yet still three-dimensional vertically (which is somewhat ambiguous in form). Of course, from here, the next “logical” step is to be in my scorpion form for awhile. Finally, my line of in-dream thought begins to become a bit too abstract and wavers slightly. Still, I know my next stage is to become a tarantula, though from that point, I am puzzled over how to “correctly” adapt physically and wake “correctly”. This is vaguely similar to where I transform into symbols (such as runes) or letters of the alphabet (though sometimes just random polygonal shapes) in the “correct” way while in the “correct” position.

I have a job where I have to cut the tails off of lobsters to sell them to people... I am shown how to do it, but really don't want to do that to any lobster. It looks too painful. I look back at the lobsters and see through the normal reality of things. I see a female lobster as in actuality a fairy riding a red dragon through the ocean. Then a male fairy, also riding a red sea dragon comes over and gives her a dandelion puff flower. They pass it between themselves using a dried cone flower, and swim off into the sunset. The guy jokingly launches a jet of water at her, pretending to try and soak the dandelion, but always misses.

This may have been yesterday: Something to do with riding a tiny yellow BMX bike through a city. I was actually doing really good riding across the tops of dumpsters and what not. I was riding with two other blurry DCs. One male and one female. They were both impressed with my tricks.
I eventually went through this brick tunnel and found myself in this small park area. There are old ladies sitting everywhere with bread and nuts and the likes, and throwing them on the ground to feed the pigeons.
I looked around and there was bird poo everywhere. I wondered what could possibly make so much bird poo. Then I saw that there were these giant pigeons present at the park, about two feet tall when landed. The big pigeons were more cautious to be fed and the old lades were having some kind of contest to see who could feed the most big pigeons.

I am on a small island. I am supposed to be exploring for resources so that I can survive or something. Also, there are these rocky crevaces in the island. I continually go into them to see if they are caves that might contain some kind of crystal that I can supposedly trade for other supplies in the game. It seems like there are caves connected here, but they are all blocked with piles of gravel and loose stone, and I need a shovel or something to get through them.
At one point or other I managed to find a small vein of the crystals on the surface, and crack one off with my hand.
...
Um...Minecraft much?
...
The dream glitches. I become partially lucid. I am in my own backyard. My mom was there and she was telling me about how she wanted to remodel the patio on the backyard and add this little canal that would run around the patio and be framed by these bricks. She said something about tiki torches as well.
I began using semi-lucid dream control to great effect. I rebuilt the patio to her specifications and she was very happy for me. All of the bricks were made out of this rough, dark stone and had aztec/tribal designs on them. I also recall accidentally thinking of these huge stone tiki heads and adding them to our backyard. I also, for some reason added a palm tree, knowing full well that it would die during the winter.
...
The dream glitches back to the island. I climb down into one of the rocky crevasses that I have not yet explored, and see that there is in fact a pair of rusted metal doors. I open them and behind them is a single large room with shelves full of supplies.
I turn back and see that behind me is actually what looks like somebody's yard in the crevasse; though overgrown and eroded. It looks like somebody lived here a long time ago and abandoned the place. There were these broken stone tiles everywhere and I could make out tomato cages and a collapsed fence.
"...Somebody really into gardening I guess."
Somehow or other Manei came into the dream and I became fully lucid. Manei says something about wanting to make a dream-base and I of course completely forget my goals and decide to go along with it. I lay down some stabilization.
We somehow came to the conclusion that the fist thing we should do is clear all of the crap out of the storage room and all of the overgrown plants out of the yard. I tell her that that's easy-peasy.
I just turn away from the yard and say something like:
"When I turn around the yard will be clear."
I turn back and see that for the most part the yard has cleared. There are still a few ferns and shrubs along the back edge. I turn away a second time.
"When I turn around the yard will be completely clear."
I turn around. The yard is clear now but for some reason there is now a very tall red rose bush right in the middle. I guess I'm going to have to be a bit more direct.
I began projecting some kind of blue ray from my hand. It went around the rose bush and a tooltip came up that said 'Rose Bush'. I was somehow able to activate a 'delete' option and I removed it from the scene.
I go inside to check on her progress with removing all the junk. She seems to be using the same ray that 'selects' the boxes and a tooltip comes up and says 'Box of Junk'. She then deletes them. All of the boxes are already gone on one side and she's just getting started on the other.
I look in one of the boxes and see that there are all of these... er I don't really know what they were. They looked like miniature microwave ovens. They were small (2in by 2in by 3in) and made of a really tough metal. And had a door, a cord, and a keypad like a microwave. There was also some kind of coil like devices mixed in there as well.
I then delete the box in my hands. I guess that was the last of them.
[Dream Guide Logic]
"Now that we're done, let's make cookies! I know how to make the best cookies with *something I forgot* and chocolate chips! So yummy!"
[/Dream Guide Logic]
I woke up a few moments later.

It was the middle of the night, and I had to go back and take down some goals.

I managed to get some semi-lucid dream where I was cataloging wildlife along the side of a river that ran through the rainforest. I can recall there were these crabs and frogs fighting one another. The frogs have acidic tongues that melt the crabs' shells and the crabs pinch at the frogs. There were also turtles involved somehow.
At one point or other, I saw this giant lobster/crayfish creature in the water. It was bright red and shiny.
I then saw an overhead view of where I was and it was a very rich, green, lush area of the world with these plateau-like mountains made of black volcanic stone. There was also a castle-city made of white stone built in one of the valleys.

NLD: I was in large cavern with pools of water on either side of a land bridge and wanted to go fishing. I found a rock-lobster tail on the ground and since I didn't know where it had been or how old it was, I didn't want to eat it, but thought it might make useful bait for fishing. I baited my hook with a small piece of the lobster meat and cast the line. I wasn't sure how deep the water was but let the line sink naturally. I wasn't using a modern fishing rod, but the old-fashioned kind made of a single long bamboo cane with a simple length of cord attached to the tip.

Soon I got a bite, and from the degree to which the pole was bending, I knew it must be something big. I didn't want the pole to snap so I rapidly moved up to the end where the cord was tied and started drawing in the line directly, folding it around my elbows like rope as I was able to pull it in (it was a rather thick cord, closer to thin rope than the modern fishing line filament).

When I had drawn in enough cord to see my catch surface, I was startled to see the shape of a giant lizard breach the surface of the water. I momentarily wondered whether it was an alligator or a crocodile but couldn't remember how to tell the difference. Right after that I realized that the difference didn't matter—this thing was dangerous either way! I needed to cut the cord and quietly back away before it recognized me as an antagonist.

Dream – Lucid

I worked at Subway and the coffee shop I used to work at. I’ve had that dream theme before. I remember closing up Subway at night, and the back was very dark and eerie (a common occurrence in these dreams as well). And we were wading through water full of raw shrimp and lobster. We’d crack them open and eat them…raw. This happened more than once.

I also remember feeling anxious about my schedule, thinking I had missed work at one of the jobs.

~

I was playing a Pokemon game in my brother’s room with Jason. It was nighttime. As usual in these dreams, I didn’t know how he got there, who let him in, or whatever, but he was there. And he was kicking my ass at the game. I would KO him, I remember specifically using some crazy powered-up attack and killing him (he barely had any health left), but his Pokemon had some special move that revived him. It was a Squirtle-like Pokemon, and he used some move that had to do with his shell, and it brought him back up to full health. I had really crappy Pokemon for the most part, so he really had the upper hand. I kept on commenting on this. He really didn’t have a whole lot to say.

I also remember him talking to my brother a little bit, and me wondering why in the world my brother was even tolerating his presence, knowing what he did to me.

The whole time, I noticed the feeling I got when he was around: Nervous and excited. I figured it was coming from him. I just wanted him out. I wanted him to leave my house, but I couldn’t say it. I don’t know why.

Then, the game turned into some cut scene that was like an anime show. As we watched (I was sitting on Blake’s old bunk bed on the bottom bunk and the TV was on the opposite side of the room from where it usually is), I took the opportunity for us to go in my room. Inside were Sara, Caitlin, and Nick B., the first guy I ever kissed. Sara and Caitlin were at my computer. I introduced them to Jason. Sara said
“Who is he, your boyfriend?”
And I said
“No, it’s just…Jason. This is Jason.”
I hesitated, because I wasn’t sure what to call him. I debated saying “friend”, but he isn’t my friend. So I just said his name. Jason repeated me and said “Jason” as he shook Caitlin’s hand.

I kicked everyone out of my room and house because I was ready to go to bed, and ready to get Jason the hell out of my house.

~

I then went on to dream of Jason and his family. We were now inside what appeared to be the Pokemon game. Jason’s family was sitting by a tree at night with their backs to him. I heard something about him having hurt his family in the past.

I was working in some sort of castle that was part of many castles spaced out evenly in some grim planet that was usually raining. It was mentioned to be named Hykoon. My job was to carry the garbage down a long hallway from the main courtyard to the bins outside. Another guy who worked with me delivered meals to the owner of the castle. There was a main courtyard of cobblestone and four unlit towers with staircases. The other guy went up these staircases but wouldn’t say what was up top. Lobster-like aliens ran the place, including one who was a sort of leader.

I eventually snuck up the stairs at night and spotted a meeting between two of the aliens, one of them stabbed the other, fled into the forest that was outside and was gunned down by security turrets. Then I woke up. The last part seemed almost like a video game.

Well I had quite a weird dream last night. It started off with me and John inside this building that we instinctively knew was in the US. For some reason, right across the street was Japan. It was like a dividing line, that even had different weather. In Japan at that time, the weather was rainy/gray and gloomy outside. I recall seeing this and running back to John saying "Dude, it sure is Protomen's dystopian world over there."

So he and I are walking through the streets when we want to find a place to eat, we pass by this fish & chips looking restaurant, and see Jon and someone else eating on some benches outside. I talk to him for a bit, and he recommends the food in the place, so we head in there. At this point for some reason my gf joins me, and we're looking inside the restaurant.

We instinctively knew it as a branch of Luke's Lobster, because it had the same logo on the outside, and also because when we walked in, I waved hi to one of the servers that was at another one. We spent a while trying to decide what to eat and looking at the menu. We decided, and when I went to the back, for some reason my parents were in a booth, and all of the sudden I was waiting for my meal with them. I'm not exactly sure when, but at some point I ended up running away because people were attacking the restaurant, I think it was the actual people working there, like it was some sort of trap.

The dream jumps at this point, and the next thing I can remember is running away, but then needing to go back because my sister/gf was going with the villains for some reason. I sneak into their building which appears to be owned by models, since I can recall chasing after at least someone that LOOKED like Tyra into an elevator. At some point, I found Kate just before the bottom floor, and asked her why she was here. She pointed to her face a few times and she said it was for her cheeks, she wanted to get plastic surgery on them. Of course to me this sounded ridiculous and I was trying to say that it's not worth it for that and wtf is wrong with your cheeks anyway.

She ignores me and goes in. There is this regal looking old man sitting on a throne in a golden room who seemed like the leader. It is he that tells me my sister/gf is God's chosen one/a new prophet or something. At this point it turns into my gf, and I find her and ask her to let me see her front. This is because the King/Godly looking man said there were markings all over her that proved this claim. I looked and for a while I could not see anything, but then sure enough there were words and lettering that said they had some meaning.

(There were sequences of numbers, but sadly I cannot remember any of them so I can't play them in the lottery)

Well, I convinced my gf to get out of there with me and run, and she wholeheartedly agreed because she was scared and didn't want this burden. It now turns into me being hunted down by the people that attacked the restaurant earlier. It seems like instead I was in the middle of a war between two sides, possibly the villains and some rebellion. Both carried different colored lightsaber's from the game No More Heroes, so I got the impression that they were assassin's. Some guy with insane skills was fighting off this female assassin chasing me with one of those lightsabers, and I remember him getting in a tricky position, and me gathering up courage and grabbing one of these lightsabers near me to put on the pressure.

This is when the dream starts to not get so nice. One who is not trained in any type of weapon combat should not pick up a lightsaber and attempt to help in a battle. The guy and girl were stuck in like a deadlock, and I attacked as well to try and break him out of it in the advantage, but all this got me was a cut across my waist, impaled through my leg, and basically killed me. Though I respawned somewhere else in the city. I was now running for my life being chased by the woman, but I would attempt to fight back everynow and then, but it would always end up with her winning out and killing me. After like two times I genuinely began to run to try and avoid any conflict, because even in a dream getting cut hurts.

At some point I was fighting her again, and the skilled guy from before came up. They talked for a bit, and I instinctively knew that he wanted to test me, and to convince me to never return here. He started to fight me, and I fought back with everything I had, but it ended up with me getting severed through the waist in a finishing move like it was nothing.

The last part of the dream ended with me and my gf running away from the city, and making it back to her dad's car where he was driving us back home, for some reason I had no underwear on and just a long shirt, and my gf chided me for trying to put it on while in the car.

Morning of November 9, 1974. Saturday.



Two small creatures are arguing, but it seems more like I am hearing or reading a script at times. They are in my father’s old room (south end of the house) in the dark under a bed that is aligned along the west windows. One is like a small lobster or crawdad (a play on “father” and his comedic routines or “crawl dad”?), the other like a small crab. I am mostly only aware of their odd shadowy forms at one point. One is a “gig”, the other a “wag” (not sure which is which - probably the lobster is the “wag”, as a lobster has a tail).

They argue about which one of them is better at various things, including standup comedy and what seems like an old Vaudeville (“Vaude” rhymes with “Claude”, both my father’s first name and mine) routine with each blaming the other about the end of Vaudeville. Not much happens. There is a point where they mostly end up only saying “…but I’m a gig” and “…but I’m a wag”. (“Gig” is the first part of “giggle” which relates to comedy and laughing, and “wag” is also short for “waggle” with the same last four letters as “giggle”.)

I try to think of what the term “Gigs and Wags” means, and think “wigs and gags” after waking. I Googled the term “Gigs and Wags” but only got one match - a typo in a 1925 newspaper ad that reads “Gigs and Wags gons renovated” when it was supposed to be “Gigs and Wagons”, I think.

I think this relates to plays on “Vaude”, “giggle” (again, for “gig”), “crawDAD”, and “crab” (in that my mother sometimes called herself a “crab” and was also a Cancer by the so-called zodiac sign). It may be a comedic or “downplayed” dream restaging of a lesser argument between my parents (which was in the back of my mind later on) as well as relate to my father’s celebrity status, though he was not primarily a comedian but a musician/singer (also in reference to “craw” for throat as he actually used that word to mean throat at times). It also relates, outside of the actual conversation (where the sex of the voices was not quite ascertained) the difference between male (lobster or crawdad in this case - and with a “tail” - which in Latin becomes the term for the male reproductive organ) and female (crab - some of which have a somewhat oval body and no “tail”).

Morning of September 7, 1970. Monday.



A giant lobster is approaching my school from the west and we all have to leave (I had been in a class on the second floor). When I am outside, east of the building and at a fair distance from it, the giant red lobster approaches from the other side, but the scene does not look right. It is as if the school is now only one large wall with windows (and perhaps now implied as four storeys high), since I can see everything supposedly on the other side rather clearly as the creature bashes his claws on the building. Realistically, I should only have seen the building and not what was behind it through any windows to the other side, as I was down on the ground.

Not only that, the movement in each window seems to be the exact same partial scene and movement somewhat like a fly’s eye view, including what is seemingly duplicated sections of the same pieces of blue sky and arc of lobster claw in the background in each and every window. The simultaneous imagery and movement in each window is almost ominous in itself. Still, I actually enjoyed this dream because of its unusual “rare” nature. Although the “fly’s eye view” has occurred in other dreams (this being only one of two more vivid instances over a lifetime), it seems very rare.



This dream, I think, amusingly enough, was perhaps more influenced by the restaurant commercials shown during “Shock Theatre” than by any monster movies at the time, though “The Black Scorpion” (from 1957) might have had an influence.