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    1. Tuesday, December 31

      by , 01-03-2020 at 07:58 PM
      I am in the Jewelry department at work. I think I was just passing through, but a customer stopped me as if I worked there. Itís an Indian? couple with two kids. The man hands me two 100 dollar bills to first make a payment. Upon checking them, the first looks like a legitimate, newer 100 and the second looks different and questionable. Iím really not sure about it, so I call for Laynie on the radio, saying ĎLaynie, can you come to the jewelry department, by the down escalator?í I think that might sound stupid to some, but Iím just trying to be specific. The more I look at it, the more I think the second one is fake. Everything looks fine and thereís even a good watermark, but it looks like itís been unevenly cut out from a sheet. I put them in my pocket for now, hoping they might think Iíve done the payment over on this far side of the counter. I go back over and now they want to see items in a spinning case. I see thereís already a key in the lock, and think that it should not have been left there. The items are not jewelry, but earbuds and things like that. I can nearly show them one thing before they are wanting to see another. Iím trying to show them what they want and keep everything else locked up and itís getting annoying. I see Laynie on the far side of the counter, in a grey shirt and walking away. Assuming she didnít see me, I call out for her. The bills feel wet? and folded up in my pocket; I take them out to show her. I discover there is no texture on the number and it feels like the texture was added poorly to the background areas. Itís also very worn as if they added that to disguise the faux texture. She sees the uneven edges and agrees that itís fake. I think it weird that only one is fake and also genuinely donít think he looks like the type. Iím thinking that if he asks Iíll have to tell him that I have to keep it; he never does ask, though. I see an employee dealing with a lady asking questions. The employee doesnít know when we close and the lady seems irritated. I tell her 9 oíclock.
    2. Wednesday, November 27

      by , 11-28-2019 at 07:26 AM
      I am in what must be a casino with about two other guys (that I donít really know, but seem to know in the dream). This casino seems fairly small. They are playing some slot machine against the wall - one where a button is pressed and the reel of options spins for a possible winning combination. They seem to come close but do not win anything. Against my better judgment, I insert some money (a low amount) to play. I haphazardly press the button and wait for the spin to finish. It lands on a winning combination, and we all excitedly exclaim. I ball a fist in exuberance. At first, I think the screen shows a winning of $1,000,000, but then I see that it actually says $2,000. Still, I canít believe Iíve just casually won that much money.
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    3. Thursday, October 10

      by , 10-14-2019 at 07:25 PM
      I am with Melissa, in her room. It seems like it is night time, though not super late - probably a little after everyoneís started to go to bed. I hear what sounds like her dad getting home and coming into the house. Inside now, I hear him calling for me specifically. Iím a little taken aback at him calling me directly, and I look to Melissa. She shakes her head no. I think weíre both undressed, probably post-coital. I decide to go out anyway, putting on a shirt and pajama pants. I donít think Iíve put underwear on, and I look down to see if thereís a noticeable bulge. I go out to the kitchen or the hallway right before it. He has brought back chocolate and wants me to try it. The Ďchocolateí looks like a plate of rice and beans, and if itís really chocolate it looks pretty convincing. I try it and canít tell which it tastes like. As I raise a spoonful to my mouth, I see something on my hand catch Carlosís attention. He asks if I had a bloody nose. Using this perfect excuse, I say yes, I mustíve missed a spot cleaning up after it.




      Iím in the backseat of a taxi with Melissa, Brittney, and Katie. on the back of the seats there is a screen for gambling, along with buttons to press and a place to insert money. I watch Katie try it and lose $20 right away. For some reason, I try it out too. At first, I think Iíve lost $20 also, but then I see I have a $60 payout. I take the money, but then Brittney starts using some of it to play. I think she loses some of it. Iím kind of irritated, but I still come out with more than I started with. I think the taxi has been in some drive through this whole time?
    4. Another supercell and a new method of making money | [12.08.2019]

      by , 08-13-2019 at 03:54 PM (Draeger's Dream Journal and Documentation)
      I remember standing in a sort of booth next to the door out of the house, seeing a thunderstorm in the distance. My father is outside, on his way to somewhere. I call out to him, telling him that there's a supercell coming. Suddenly, there're really strong wind gusts, blowing around leaves and possibly some other stuff. My father swears and quickly runs to the porch and inserts the key into the door, going in and closing the door behind him.

      Suddenly, we're inside the house. My father is sitting in his bedroom as usual and my mother is sitting on the living room couch, with her tablet in her hands. We're all just basically ignoring the storm. I sit down on the couch, too, and she comes over to show me something on the tablet. She explains that she found an app in which you just have to some easy activities like drawing on something to earn money. She does that for a bit. Then, I am suddenly at the entrance of the living room and go over to my mother. She then gives me the tablet and says that I should draw on some characters face because I'd like it. I was about to explain that I only like painting, not everything having to do with art, but then the dream ended. I also wanted to ask how much money we had earned so far.
    5. Friday, June 28

      by , 06-29-2019 at 07:24 PM
      I am at a castle on a hill. The hill is small yet steep and very green. The castle is also rather small yet still imposing and impressive. It is in two parts, with a pool between the two. The pool actually looks more like turquoise ocean water gently lapping up against a thin strip of sugar-fine white sand. I think that someone lives here as I look up to a window in the dark brown stone. I imagine looking out the window as the person that has to live in this place that seems so secluded without all the tourists that visit. I think I (and Makayla?) might be staying here. Iím in the pool now, and it seems more like a regular in ground swimming pool. There is also a circular hot tub that looks just big enough for literally one person to sit in. I think about going in it, but am not sure because of how small it is.




      I am walking through what seems to be an outdoor shopping center. The buildings are sort of laid out awkwardly and at weird angles in relation to one another, and this is not helped by the trees all around as well as all the cars, parking spots, and people walking around. It also seems to be on a slight hill. I am looking for a certain bookstore and think I have spotted it, the building furthest from me, tucked in amongst some trees and other stores. I walk up to it, but stop and set my huge Forever 21 bag on the sidewalk. I also take off my small backpack and put it into the bag, not wanting them to think Iím going to steal when I go in. I then realize I donít want to just leave them out here, so I leave the backpack in the bag and carry it in. Inside, this place looks more like a house. I notice a large staircase to my left. It all seems to be decorated for Christmas. There is also some sort of (Girl Scout?) event going on; there is a sign in sheet on a long end table (the one at Momís?). I see Mom at the far end of the long room.




      I am on a pretty full school bus. I think we are stopped and about to disembark. There is some guy with foreign currency, and I see another guy calling me about it (like Iím at work). I find it humorous that heís trying to call when Iím right here, but then announce myself and say Iíll check it out. I grab the little maroon drawstring bag. It feels like it contains coins as well as paper bills. I have no idea how Iíd check a coin, and Iím not even sure how to verify if this foreign money is real or not. Iím not even sure what it is or where itís from. The bill is about two times the size of a credit card and feels somewhere between paper and a credit card. It is an off white and has different numbers all over it. I check another one, and it has a few words on it that are indented (I feel it first). One word is Ďreceiptí and the others must say when it was purchased. I get the idea to go up to him (he looks familiar) and ask how he got these, holding my finger slyly over the Ďreceiptí part. I ask if he bought them with another currency, hoping that will just validate that these are real. He says almost what I want to hear, but itís good enough.
    6. 22 Apr: Golf with Trump, flying car, all-I-can-eat and dog killers

      by , 04-22-2019 at 10:05 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      At some place, playing with someone's toys and I see a gorgeous realistic doll. The owner says it is for sale and not very expensive, still it's 39Ä. For this type of collectible it is cheap, but still is 39Ä for a doll, so I get really divided and can't decide to buy it.
      Meanwhile, Riverstone comes along and he asks me for some money and I go to my wallet and have packs of money. I start taking all the bills out for counting and ask Riverstone to help. He starts counting and I need to go do something else but I more or less evaluate how much money that was from my week sales and it is quite a lot. I feel glad.

      Dad invited for some event with VIPs. He takes me along. He joins a bunch of old white people who are down in the garden playing a kind of mini golf and Trump is among them. When it's Trump's turn, he does some weird trick and my dad is under the impression he cheated. But from my viewpoint I don't think so, so I tell him that. My dad gets upset that Trump might actually be a good player. Anyway, as I watch closely this group of old pathetic weirdos, all sucking up to trump, I just feel compassion for the poor fucks, including the Donald himself who simply looks like a clown unaware of his own ridiculousness.
      Meanwhile they are being watched from afar by a group of younger people and I notice some dude staring at me and quite a few others also looking like wondering who am I and why I am among the old geezers. Then I get a big smack in the face. It's a girlfriend that just saw me there and is totally surprised to see me there. I wonder the same. She confesses she is around for something else and spotted me with that group and had to come and check.

      Back home (childhood home), I am with my dad and my three cats. My mom has a friend and some family coming over for a dinner and she got drunk on some liquor. I ask the name of it, because I also try it and it is really tasty. When the family members leave, my mom goes out with her friend. My dad is at the bathroom and when he comes out he gets really scared at something. I heard a noise, but I see nothing strange. Then I see the front door completely open and ask if that's why he got scared. He says no, but also doesn't explain, just goes to get some tools to fix something. I close the door and immediately go check on my cats. One by one I find them deeply asleep in different rooms. I feel relieved.

      Parking one of my cars at home (the farm), I notice something weird: my van is not a van, but a second small car. I go check and it is a flying car. I take it for a ride through the country. People walking below get scared but I am high enough not to be a danger. Then I slow down at the next village and an old neighbor who is walking his dogs makes several complaints. We discuss back and forth, but I tell him not to worry. If we conclude the car or my driving are dangerous, I will stop it. So the grumpy old man and I depart in good terms. Then his son comes along, arrogant, no respect for anyone and he wants to sue me. He carries on bragging about his properties and his rich inheritance as if it had anything to do with this situation.

      Doing a Buddhist retreat, staying at some big hostel, several floors high. I find my room, I am tired and just wanna go to my bunk bed. I start dressing my pajama pants, but my neighbor from the bed below invites me to go to the cafeteria for a while. I have very little money that I can spend but I am definitely hungry., so I accept. She actually needed someone to talk to. She says she gave an interview to some media and she is afraid she might have said too much about our retreat. I tell her I always share just the basic and other things I refer to my teachers and if they need, they can ask them. She orders something to drink, I order some kind of yellow thin pancake, the cheapest thing in the menu and then some generous folks come buy with plates full of food, leftovers they want to share, toasts, pasta, sponge cake... I am so happy and don't want to look greedy but I immediately dive on these plates and eat from all of it.

      Some guy who's into booze comes to find his drinking bottle grew and stretched into the sky like the bean stalk from the fairytale.

      Some graphic news on tv about a lady haidresser and her boyfriend who became dogs serial killers, because supposedly she was going through difficulties and started eating dog meat and cooking it to sell to others. They show graphic footage of her cooking live puppies in a barbecue and cutting the neck of a grand danois.
    7. Tuesday, April 2

      by , 04-10-2019 at 06:57 AM
      I am in a casino with Mom. Weíre on what seems to be a longer and slightly raised section. There are slot machines interspersed up here, and Iím not entirely sure whatís on the lower section. Mom is gambling, and Iím walking back and forth for some reason. I notice that Iím wearing a tie dye Grateful Dead shirt. I walk past a couple and notice that they both have GD shirts or at least tie dye. The woman has lightly tie dyed and flowing pants. They both have brown hair and are probably in their late 40s. When I walk past them again, ĎMight as Wellí is playing and I am singing along to it. I look to see if they are also, and I donít think they are. I also wonder casually theyíve seen my shirt. They seem to be looking at something off in the distance. I meet up with Mom now, and sheís holding a voucher. Sheís telling me how she was up but then lost some money right at the end.
    8. 2 Mar: Newly rich, blasting a plane and water-haunted palace

      by , 03-02-2019 at 09:35 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      [B]non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      A girl from the hood has some savings and goes to the bank to check how much and get some of it to help a friend in need. Finds out a small investment she did in has made her millionaire. Very calmly, she gets the money for her friend and some for herself and calls her 3 best friends who quit their shitty jobs and go work for her. They decide what they wanna do, from creating a network to buying a porsche. But first they go shopping. Once they get a "pretty woman" makeover, they go to some fancy places and cause a lot of gossiping from all the rich white people, who have no clue who these girls are. And they are enjoying a lot all of the doubts and speculation they are causing.

      Sunbathing in a balcony in California. Some small plane is flying above and the pilot sees me and gets close enough that I see him to. He makes maneuvers to impress me. I play with him a bit, making poses and he starts playing, pretending he is going to dive in my direction. I pretend I am scared, but unfortunately I react with a chi blast that knocks down the plane half way.
      The army then comes to find out what happened and they still don't know it was me but I hear them saying they need to get their hands on that weapon.

      Went to visit my aunt Ludovina and some imaginary cousin opened the door for me. He welcomed me in the ground floor before the staircase to the 1st floor, he complained about renovations taking place and led me upstairs. I saw some walls with big cracks. He says were due to landslides since some water phenomenon affected the house. I don't understand what he means, think has something to do with the renovations. He takes me inside the house but through a different area I had never seen. And then instead of my aunt's old house, he takes me through a rich palace from the 18th century, in which roam quite a few characters in the approppriate robes and gowns from that time. Supposedly my aunt was related to these nobles who survived the ages and lived their lives in a separate area of her house that I never knew about. I cross the ballroom, a ball is taking place and I head to a large window with a terrace over the river. Some men are signing papers on a table on the terrace. There is also a chapel and my fake cousin takes me there to explain this water thing. It is some kind of haunting. A bunch of priests are doing prayers, candles are burning, and water is pouring over the candles constantly, yet they keep burning. Water from the river sometimes invades and the house, but it's not a natural flooding phenomenon. He tries to explain, but I don'r really get it. I go to the riverbed, trying to find clues and on the sand I find many jewels buried. Some kids see me digging the jewel and come to see with curiosity. Then a kind of tubular wave forms in the river and enters the house dragging a whale and then everybody who was in the house gets somehow carried on the back of the whale. Not me, I just watch it unfold.

      Updated 04-27-2019 at 10:10 PM by 34880

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    9. Wednesday, February 20

      by , 02-24-2019 at 12:06 AM
      I am at work when I discover a huge rack of clothes that need to go back. (This place doesnít look like work, but more like a storeís vestibule for shopping carts crossed with, now that I think about it, the womenís fitting room that I brought clothes to yesterday. Their rack was very full). Upon closer inspection, the myriad pants? look new, like theyíve just gotten here and are ready to be put on the floor. So I instead enter one of the fitting rooms, instantly disappointed that I do, finding a small sea of tried-on pants left on the ground. I notice a lot of their tags - Levis? As I filter through them, I think I find evidence of shoplifting. I end up finding quite a few fake bills (20s and 50s I think). I hold them up to the light, making the ink on them appear to have been drawn on. This and the crude renditions of the faces on the bills is quite humorous.




      I am at work? (it seems to be the area above the escalators that is still near the clothes but is mostly now the area for appliances). I seem to be in a large kitchen model. I think there is an island counter surrounded by a large L of counter space and a plethora of cabinets. A middle aged couple and the mom of one of them come over now. The wife tells me she is looking for a cookie cutter. I start looking for her, genuinely trying, searching every single drawer and cabinet, left to right. I come across a total of three circular apple slicers, one of which I offer as the closest thing we have to a cookie cutter. She politely declines, but genuinely thanks me for looking, then tells me to have a nice day and leaves. I consider bringing one of the apple slicers to Dadís. I now look in a drawer very close to the ground and find a bunch of newspaper clippings. They are ads or sales. One is offering a pizza for a certain price contingent upon you reviewing some place. I see a 13 near the top, leading me to believe that it is from 2013. I also discover a few black shirts - Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails band shirts. They are marked down with turquoise clearance stickers on their tags. I think that Mom is keeping them in here so she can give them to me as (Christmas?) gifts later. I think about how I donít even really know NIN and how the prices will probably be expired by now. There is also a soft looking, navy blue Grateful Dead shirt that I think is going to be for Dad. Makayla is here now, on the phone, and she asks what we should get for Dad. I tell her I donít know.
    10. Monday, February 11

      by , 02-17-2019 at 12:42 AM
      I am working at Dillardís, and it seems like Iím working the fitting room in menís. A middle aged man comes in and is looking for something, a suit coat I think. I think I help him find one. He tries some on and finds one fairly quick. Before he leaves the dim fitting room, he asks me if domestic? or something else is okay, sort of discreetly. I hesitate and tell him Ďdomesticí. He nonchalantly thanks me while holding out a wad of bills. After heís gone, I see a receipt for $100? and a tip of $40 - what he gave to me.
    11. 3 Jan: Research on mutant animals and lured by a vampire to be his Queen

      by , 01-03-2019 at 04:54 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I think I am inside a computer simulation. And I am testing my control of it. When I move everyone moves, when I stop everyone stops. I am driving through streets, looking for different paths to see if they exist and are detailed enough or if it is a simulation, will I find dead ends? Don't realize I am simply dreaming.

      Then find this place has really poor people. I find a charity shop and check what they have and don't have. My cell phone falls in the middle of a bunch of bags on display. I go through them to pick it up and I find one bag on sale that has a pocket full of money. I discreetly zip it and take it with me. Some guy enters the shop and points a gun at me. He asks for the money. I say the bag has no money. He doesn't buy it and asks me to show it. I don't, I am not afraid. I actually move forward to fight him, but he transforms into a pregnant lady and I can't do it. I just remove her weapon an ask for her story regarding the money. I would take it, but if it belongs to someone who really needs it, I just won't.

      Some Russian spy story that me and a friend get caught on. We trap a guy somewhere, but he can become invisible and he does it before our eyes. He tries to escape but I still catch him when he finds an exit near me and I spot him. I try to negotiate with him. He has some box, but I tell him he can keep it, I just want him to share some info and where we can find some other guys we're interested in catching. First he doesn't cooperate, but ends up sharing some info cause he sympathizes with us.
      Well, it has to do with some dangerous animals like a cytotoxic spider he hands me over (from the box?). I start studying it. Later I am carrying it and also a miniature jiboia (boa) to Japan and I meet a fellow biologist on some public space. I tell her about the animals and that I am researching this on my own. Meanwhile the spider gets out of the box and I spot it near her feet and grab it before it stings her. She tells me very upset to just be careful.
      Later, I am with T‚nia and some guys, eating at some courtyard surrounded by typical Japanese buildings, with restaurants on the ground floor and some galleries on the 1st floor. I am admiring the beautiful garden that I spot through some opening between buildings and i spot Rinpoche on one balcony looking down at me with tenderness. I look at him twice to be sure it's him and I warn Tŗnia, but she doesn't see him and when I look again he is gone. She says I am delirious. I go release the jiboia in the garden, it is not dangerous as the spider and for some reason I want to set if free. The bag where I have it has a little hole in it and the snake gets out partially and bites me. I release her near a small pond. Then I turn to talk to T‚nia and she has my face, my body and my outfit. I see this clearly for some seconds, maybe half a minute, before she turns back to herself. I tell her what I just saw and she insists I am hallucinating. We wonder if it was something I ate or the snake bite. But the snake doesn't explain me seeing Rinpoche before, so I think he was real.

      We go back to the tables where we had been eating before. One of the guys that are with us seems to be very into me. He looks like one of my first loves, Jaime, but I know it is not him, I can tell. He sits by my side and he gets too comfortable with me, but I feel disgust and push him away. Don't remember why, but he reveals he is a vampire and says the underworld needs me somehow and he was just trying to seduce me to take me along so I can help. Out of compassion I decide to accept his invitation and I go with some other guy down a large shaft that leads to the underworld. It's like a very large well.
      We go down through some lift and we land on a surface where the sun still shines and there is a spiral ramp descending to darkness, where the vampires live. They can face the sun, as this guy obviously did, but they have no supernatural strength in the light. So I stay in the light waiting to know what they want from me and how I can assist, but he insists I should come in and see for myself. But I don't trust him, something feels shady. But they drug me or hit me, because soon after I am feeling drowsy and lying down on the floor with my neck exposed and he is about to bit me. I put my hand in his jaw, he almost bits my hand, but I fight back and escape. He had just dragged me to partial shade but not yet full darkness. I run to the sun again, he says he needs me by his side as his vampire queen. I do feel a bit flattered by it, but I say I can't. I can't be a vampire and kill people, because I would break my Bodhisattva vows. I have to stay on the light. He thinks he has me, because I am trapped in the shaft and the sun is setting and I only have a little stripe of light protecting me, so he tries to grab me again but I just fly up. From the walls of the shaft appear lots of vampires and as the darkness starts taking over the shaft walls, they fly after me and try to grab me. I escape, but the guy that went with me is nowhere to be found. When I arrive at the top, my friends are eagerly waiting for me. Even Riverstone is there. We all get away from there as soon as possible while there is still light.
      Then I feel something warm and moving in my pocket and I find a box with some of my strange creatures. Some eggs I had on water inside the box have hatched and some aquatic green geometric creatures have come out. I look for a lake to drop them, but I can't find one, so I head to the river with my friends. There is a parade and fireworks going on on the streets. We just try to cut across and end up taking a lift with a parade car.

      Updated 01-07-2019 at 05:34 PM by 34880

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    12. Sunday, October 14

      by , 12-29-2018 at 03:02 AM
      I have gone into Beer NV and Dad is here too, seated. The bar counter is shorter (in length and, I think, height), and the tap handles seem closer. Overall, it feels slightly different. As I approach the counter, a friendly girl comes up and asks what I want. Iím not really ready yet, but donít want to pass up the service while I have it, so I ask her what dark beers they have right now. She starts describing some and pours a sample of one. Dad tries it and likes it. I try it now too. It is very chocolatey. There also seems to be dark residue at the bottom, like a cup of coffee. I ask for this one, and she pours a glass. Dad now gets up to go to the bathroom and seems either off or drunk or both. The lady looks at me, mouthing Ďis he okay?í, to which I nod coolly and confidently and give a thumbs up. I now have another beer - a wheat beer? I talk with Dad a bit, before he leaves. The lady is now pouring me a small glass of Golden Ale, just because. I end up not having time to have any because I leave shortly after Dad. I feel a little bad about leaving it completely full and untouched. I also remember that I didnít even tip, when I shouldíve tipped her well. It then occurs to me that I didnít even pay. I think about calling them to see if either of us paid. The time is about 11pm.
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    13. 20 Dec: Alien disguise, gangs, family and letter from my guru

      by , 12-20-2018 at 07:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am pretending to be an alien, for some reason. I am wearing prosthetics in my body, which I feel that won't fool anyone, but as long I keep serious about it, people are believing me.

      Living at my mom's with other people. It is a dystopian world, no rule of law, people self-organize, but we have managed to cope. Until someone passing by shows us we should be leaving now and join a bigger community as the gangs who pillage are coming our way and will burn everything. I agree and start choosing what's essential to take, but end up caught up by attachment to all secondary stuff, because I can't stand imagining it all going up in flames. But there is no way I can take 90% of the stuff with me.

      At my paternal grandma's house with my mom. We wake up early morning hearing voices, it's some cousins who arrived and joined us. But although their faces are familiar, I have no idea who they are. At breakfast the group has grown with some 4 more family members, uncles and aunts I have no idea who they are. They all behave very at ease around the breakfast table, leaving a lot of dirty dishes and eating my food without any care, but they supposedly are family and I try to keep it cool.

      At some hotel or hostel during some Buddhist teachings I am attending. A couple of Asian guys knocks on my door. One is a big guy and looks Chinese. He hands me an envelope, but it is already open. It contains some money and a letter from my teacher, but clearly all pages are out of order and I wonder if the money is all there. I get rally mad that the guys opened the letter. I start reading it and despite the calligraphy I can actually understand but with the effort to concentrate on what it says, I wake up.
    14. Planning a Trip to Easter Island

      by , 07-29-2018 at 11:22 AM
      Morning of July 29, 2018. Sunday.

      Reading time: 2 min 29 sec. Readability score: 71.



      In my dream, I am in an unknown location. There is one area where many unfamiliar people are sitting at picnic tables.

      Zsuzsanna is with me. I am planning on going on a long journey to other parts of the world. There is at least one thread of dream state awareness, though my dream self is not lucid. I remember that I can create whatever I want.

      I ask the group if there is anyone who wants to travel with me. A few seem doubtful, as I do not appear to be wealthy. However, I recall that I can produce unlimited amounts of money. Still, when I open my wallet to show a few different people, the bills are play money. Although the imagery changes several times, it is still play money. Each time, the notes are all identical other than when I take them out, and there are about four different types, which look like fake foreign currency.

      Despite my anticipation (subliminal RAS mediation), I am confident that things will go as I expect. Only one male seems cheerfully keen on joining us. I tell the people that one of the locations we will be going to is Easter Island. I say that I do not remember its name. (This, of course, makes no sense as I had spoken it.) I am thinking of a name like ďTahitiĒ or ďTahoe,Ē which I say to them as well, but I am unsure. They do not respond to my ridiculous state of absentmindedness.

      Zsuzsanna and I, and the other man walk near an unknown shopping mall. She is soon walking farther away on my left, and the man is walking farther away on my right.

      My dream changes and we are in a strange composite of the Arcadia post office, the Loomis Street house, the King Street mansion, and our present home. The orientation is mostly as the Loomis Street house, except the second storey mixes with the first.

      Toward the back of the house, I hear an unknown female voice scream, ďPleaseÖsomeoneÖhelp me!Ē It seems to have something to do with her baby in a pram nearby. That wakes me up. I am unsure if this stems from a subliminal awareness of Zsuzsanna not being home at the time which I did not know until waking up (and perhaps created by way of my own RAS model) or if it was a thread from the interconsciousness from an unknown person. Due to its realism, my guess is the latter, but I have no way of knowing who it was, at least yet.



      (When I had the vivid spoken words and event in a dream about a girl named Isabelle falling off a balcony, including her last name, I thought that was spiritual confirmation of using the name Isabelle for our daughter, which we did, as we had already considered it. However, someone with that full name fell from a balcony at that same time. I had already heard variations of the last name in dreams, Colman, but I was not familiar with it in real life. Our daughter was born on the 26th of November in 2012. This type of event has happened many times before, even with John Belushi and even with more insignificant dangers in contrast to death, such as the fuse box fire regarding my older sister Marilyn and the toaster fire at age four, regarding my sister Carol. I remain uncertain why I happen to be the one to perceive it, though with Zsuzsanna, her ďsendingĒ was strong long before we met in real life and determined to be intentional and a viable way of communication we still use, though less since she got her cell phone.)


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    15. Thursday, June 7

      by , 06-13-2018 at 06:35 AM
      (fragment) I am somewhere with the cousins. It seems we are at a round table that is set with a white table cloth, yet are still trying to get into this place (somewhere in a large feeling casino?) There is a large cover charge that everyone starts pitching in cash for, almost begrudgingly it looks. I can't tell if their expression is betraying this emotion or that they've already had a little to drink. There is now $11 still owed, so I pull out a white credit card and hand it to the short and rotund woman with bushy brown hair, telling her to put the remaining $11 on it. She walks away with it and another card, as well as the small stack of cash.
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