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Dream 1 - 4:34AM

I'm outside of a shopping center. I'm laying out money on a bench, and seem to be struggling to count properly. I have to count it multiple times to confirm it's correct. I leave the money on the bench and walk away from it, but can still keep an eye on it. Daryl walks over towards it and pretends to be suspect, and acts as if he's about to steal the money.

I think my Brother and Dad at one point.

I'm now down the street I take my dog, and it's night time. I see an Indian man on the side walk and he seems a little bothered by something. I try and act cool, and not make him feel as uncomfortable. I start to ride my bike, except it's majorly over sized. I find this odd. I begin to worry, as I have forgotten a helmet and didn't want another fine (got fined earlier this year :X). I am now seeing a scene of a 2 Collingwood players in a tackle. One is a rookie and the other is Scott Pendlebury. The tackle ends with the rookies neck getting cranked into a weird position. At first the rookie means to put his head in an awkward position but eventually it becomes a bit more serious. Scott gets off the rookie and he pats the rookie on the head.

Dream 2 - 8:15AM

I'm in a house with Kayley. Someone mentions about grandfather (pop) being angry? pop enters the room and complains about something in particular.

I leave the house with Kayley. We're outside and Kayley is getting attacked by two birds (one of them is a lot more persistent then the other). It starts to bother me and I pick up and pillow and through it at the bird.

I'm now in different location. I'm holding a baby which weighs a lot more then it looks. It like I have a led blanket strapped onto me. I look at the baby and it looks ugly as hell. I think its Kayley's child and I have the nerve to tell her.

I'm outside and I see a baby in the pram, I think it's the baby from earlier. The bird that attacked earlier is now human, a female. She tells me she wants Kayley's boyfriend. I don't mention anything to Kayley, in case it would get her jealous or stressed out.

I'm at another house, which is missing half its roof and walls. The bird is still attacking Kayley.

I think I have a False Awakening, and notice that my Dad and Kayley are in the house. Kayley comes into my room.

Dream 3 - 9:30AM

I'm at a house and I see a Collingwood AFL Player, it's Tyson Goldsack. He's getting interviewed via video link. I see bunch of males sitting on plastic chairs. They're watching the interview and smiling. I expect Tyson to mention about distilled water and the amount of health benefits it gives you, so it can convince a few people I know. I begin to realize he wouldn't bring it up as in why would he?

I think I'm in my estate and I see a massive photo in the sky. It's a picture of Jayde. It's showing 3 separate photos of her side by side. The picture on the left is extremely cute, she has short hair. The middle is kinda fugly as her hair is abnormally long, and the right is an average photo.

I think I will use StephL's method to bold competition points so that it is easier for me to add them up.

8/3/14** pre-bed lazily ask my subconscious to look out for any of my dreams signs and I guess one dream sign was part of my first LD and quite a few dream signs were part of my second LD. Several theories worked on tonight: startle induced, clenched eyes vibrations telling me how close I am to sleep, sex IWL and LDs, more simple dream sign alertness. / touring a home converted from a funeral home (casket showcase area looked odd converted - like two odd wings near the entrance. we hurry through like Halloween maze. I joke that I saw something move...then there was...was security in few spots. Last room had a line to next section or home maybe 15 people not bad. / price of corn syrup at a big discount (political/economic/health statement?) / ~30 minute wbtb.. DILD#1 someone won a lot of money and gave me a stack of money(money/treasure dream sign). I look the gift horse in the mouth and this seems to be a good thing for catching signs that you are dreaming. I flip through it and see not all big bills like top one. $300 total I seem to determine. I see a $30 bill! (no such thing in US currency) Aha! I'm dreaming. I will explore this. One bill changes the color picture scene (no unlike NZ dollars) on it each time I look at it, very cool (could possibly fit the photoshop TOTM - BUT not specifically thinking of that). One was a mountain scene, another a forest scene, and then a futuristic city scene. Then I look at signatures that show on US currency. Wife's maiden name was part of name, first name Robert I think, not far from her father's name. I look again...completely different name and it is harder to read and in cursive and I wonder for a second if it is one of the actual names that shows on US currency. Very cool, but goal time! But I get an FA where I am crawling to foot of my bed where phone is charging to record dream but then wake for real. / shorter wbtb the 2nd time, back to sleep with mantra. Too long, shorten it to "vivid..... lucid"...lots of old houses try to find right one (that is our home). Armless monkey looked to be hanging from a poll thingy but closer examination reveals wood carved arms and hands and the monkey attached some other way. he bites me kind of hard and is now loose on the ground.. Warn the monkey that I will have to hurt it if it does that again. Also around house is a temperature box that maintains hot or cold either way - 2 pizzas inside..feel heat from it (I used to have a tiny mini-fridge that also doubled as a food warmer, so there is such a thing). / 2 section amusement park. Sit and wait for a group of four to leave so we can enter the other section (done when full/busy). Lady/worker says you can go in now...stuck in crowded midway area. Watch (son) so he doesn't get crushed. He's younger? / D back already? hmm.. crayfish / dild 2: dreams signs: taking wrong turn/driving, vehicle out of control, parking lot, boldness, security or police, on trip. Although I only got two steps of my longer plan done I was able to mix in some other points. I had planned to also get to step 3 and an attempt at a task of the year and my personal goal (those last two are planned to transition smoothly and quickly between) if I had an epic long LD. But pretty darn good and my best night of the competition so far. Hopefully not too late to get going here. Driving with son in a truck. We take a wrong turn and the truck is going fast and a little bit out of control and my son is concerned. I am NOT concerned and I feel as if I'm already semi lucid at this point, possibly due to a couple of dream signs showing up already. The road becomes a parking lot without driving the truck into the parking lot. The road leads incredulously to some stairs into the mall and I am bold and drive right on down the stairs realizing completely that I'm dreaming now. We get to the bottom of the stairs and get out of the truck and there is a security guard or mall cop and I use my trusty pocket watch to freeze time (&step 1 and Lucid challenge) on him. (I have only used it once before to freeze time specifically but I say I "trusty" because I try to use it to stabilize my dream from the beginning and almost always use it at the beginning of my extended RCs in waking life practice.) I examine the guard a little bit and his uniform looks a little cartoonish and unrealistic. My son says what if you get arrested? I say no worries this is my dream I can make sure I do not get caught but then I start thinking that I guess it is possible to get caught in a lucid dream. It could cause some challenges and I would just have to escape. Sure enough handcuffs appeared on my wrists. My hands are out in front of me. I blast my wrists apart from each other in a feat of super strength and I feel exhilarated! I fly up in this mall and decide to do step 2&mass telekinesis. My first attempt moved a few things rolling forward like a good gust of wind pushing them but not impressive. So I reached back and pushed my hands out in a big shoving motion down towards floor and many things(trash can, stroller, unidentified items) and the entire floor were slammed forward revealing dirt below. The scene goes dark and I remain patient like I have been doing lately. I feel myself laying back in bed but it still feels quite dreamlike and I remain still and patient and I hear couple of knocks to the left of my bed. I decide to do the glottal motionless RC. It is not conclusive it sounds kind of like what it would sound like in waking life if I am not doing it properly. I do the one where I clench my eyes, normally to nudge on the vibrations, and the vibrations are strong which I take to indicate that I'm still quite firmly in dreamland. And my wife starts to move but I assume that it is part of my common false awakenings. I roll over and I can feel that I'm still dreaming and fool around with my wife a little bit . I then start to wake up for real at least partially I think. Perhaps mostly awake this time but I do the clenched eyes again and the vibrations are much lighter but still noticeable like I have found many times when I'm starting to wake up or at the early stages of going to sleep. I find this fascinating and feel as if I discovered an important factor within my transition in and out of dreamland. I will have to experiment some more but basically after a while trying to go back into a dream my bladder got the best of me and I had to get up to urinate and when I came back and lay down I couldn't get any light vibrations at all from clenching my eyes softly or mentally, seeming to confirm that this is a way to indicate closeness to sleep along with heavy vibrations indicating fully asleep or at least at the doorstep of REM sleep. I think that I read someone else mentioning something very similar here on DV.

Kay what I remember from tonight:
(and I have a really poor memory when it comes to this sort of thing so, bear with
me)
was being downstairs in my kitchen/computer room area with a group of about 10-15ish people we were watching some commercials for these hats that would give you superpowers. They were obviously fake and myself in the dream recognized this. One of them gave you robotic arms or something and the other gave you the power of Luffy from One piece plus the power to swap your limbs around (head, legs, and arms). I wanted to get the Luffy hat, but my friend had bought the last copy of it. I reached into my pants pocket, pulled out 20 dollars, and handed it to some fat guy in a purple suit with a purple top hat and said I wanted it (He's the one who sold it, I guess). I did feel a pang of guilt that I lost 20 dollars, but my grandparents had given me $20 recently, anyways. He said OK then took it away from my friend and gave it to me. I was super-exited to show the people around me, but noticed that the hat wasn't a hat. It was a long piece of laminated paper with a design on it that (I suppose) you were supposed to wrap around your head like you're in a B rate action film. I just stared at it puzzled. I was planning on putting it on and making everyone laugh when I didn't have the powers, but nobody else seemed even slightly interested. They all just seemed to ignore me.
That was the last part of my dream that I can remember. I'm honestly surprised how much I remember just by thoroughly thinking about it the morning after. I would like to see if I can try FILD tonight, but there may be a delay on my going home. We'll see tomorrow, I suppose.

I am playing Minecraft. I load in a new world and instantly recognize it. It is one of the old worlds that I played perhaps two years ago. There was a large flat peninsula covered in trees. I built a castle on the end of it in my time playing. But the world is devoid of any man-made structure, as if I had just re-used the seed.
So I punch a tree and craft wood tools. I then go to a cave entrance and upgrade to stone. I then (I do not recall this being part of the world.) Fell into a deep underground ravine. The fall was so far that I only had half a heart left on the bottom. I turn around, there is a zombie and a creeper approaching me. I fight both of them off without taking any damage.
My health starts to regenerate and I notice that the creeper dropped a strange object. A gold coin with a clown face on the front of it. I walk over and pick it up. The game says "Minebucks Coin Added"
Then I 'remembered' that these coins were part of the newest update in Minecraft. And they were a way of saying 'thank you' for playing our game. Every time you get a Minebucks coin, you earn a dollar in real life.
I explore the cave for a bit, trying to find a way out. I come across another player skin, but he has the clown face from the coin as his face. I kill him and get a second coin. This appears to be some new type of hostile mob in the game. I kill four or five of these guys and get a coin from each one.
Then this musical beat kicks in. I lose control of the character and watch as somebody else plays. They start mining. The song is one of those where there are two singers almost having a conversation with one another. One singer is the kid's mom, and the other singer is the kid playing.
I can't recall the lyrics but the mom was singing about how her child should play Minecraft all day every day and make the family rich through these coins. The kid starts singing about how he wants to do other things as well.
I wake up.

I am sitting at a table in my old high school's cafeteria.*

*I am not sure if this is merely a fleeting fragment of a separate dream in and of itself or if it is a precursor/transition to:

I am in New Orleans, sitting at a table - circular, black wrought iron - on the sidewalk outside of a series of buildings that include: The Boot, The Mushroom and Crepes a la Cart. At my table are a mix of people I knew from high school and college. There are a few more tables, of the same type, on either side of me. They have the same general mix of high school and college acquaintances. I vaguely recall that one of the adjacent tables has the "tier 1" cool kids and my table has the "tier 2" still-cool-but-not-as-cool-kids (reminiscent of the popularity hierarchy of lunch tables at my middle school).

One of the kids, either at my table or the adjacent table, ask if I had sex with this one girl; she is sitting at one of the two tables (my recollection is hazy as to which). I, at least in my dream, was certain that I did in fact have sex with her (I have no idea where the absolute certainty in my dream came from). However, I don't answer the question directly, instead I nonchalantly shrug off the question in a way that indicates that I did, but I prefer to be a coy dick about it.

People get up and start to leave. A guy at my table is frantically looking around. I see, now that everyone has gotten up, that there is a bunch of junk strewn under the table. I bend down to look and see a man's bra* on the ground as well as a wad of money. The guy searching tell me he is looking for a credit card, which I see it on the ground, under a chair, and hand to him.

*Literally no idea why - however I explicitly clarified that the bra was a man's in the dream journal I use upon walking up (it is to be noted that I wrote it in a half-sleep daze).

Next Dream:

I am looking in a mirror and see that one of my bottom teeth, in the middle of the bottom row, is sticking out higher than the rest and is quite loose/wobbly. I doesn't hurt though. I decide to get it looked at. In order to get to the dentist I go to Ochsner Hospital in New Orleans and use this pseudo-helicopter contraption I find there. It is incredibly small, similar in scale to a smart car - if not smaller, and very high tech; there is just enough room inside to sit down comfortably. From the Hospital it autopilots me to the dentist. Directly in front of me is a flat screen monitor that displays where I am as there are no windows. The screen shows me circling the entire world, in maybe 30 seconds, before crossing back over North America to New Orleans. During the trip these mechanical arms come out and give me a shot of something into my mouth which I vaguely remember as fleetingly numbing my mouth (possibly Novocain).

I land on the roof of a building and flatten/fold up the pseudo-copter so that I can carry it around with me; it is very light. I make my way down to a hallway with doors for medical and business related offices on either side. My dentist (in the dream - not reality)* is in this hallway. However, I find a different business when I walk into his office. I slip out before anyone sees me and walk back and forth down the hallway thinking that I may have used the wrong door. After a few rounds I check the sign outside the should-be office door. Apparently, the dentist had changed offices, but did not inform me.

*He is, in reality, an old family-friend and a physician my family often goes to in NYC, but for whatever reason he is my dream dentist.

At a stand still I look down the hallway and see Hulk Holgan (HH), in a business suit, talking to a tall black man with short dreadlocks also in a suit. I listen in and hear that the man has hired HH to do a commercial for his burger chain. HH asks for a few minutes to get ready before the commerical starts filming and the chain owner walks into his office.

As I walk by HH offers to give my tooth a look. I readily agree and offer, in turn, to help him with a slogan for the burger commercial. While checking out my tooth, HH tells me that he was thinking of using "like a million dollars" as the slogan. I think for a second and try "better than cashing a paycheck" which he likes more. HH then pulls out my tooth and I immediately feel better. However, there is now a large gap in the middle of my bottom row of teeth. HH says that I can get a filling later, but it wouldn't close the gap, only make it more stable; I'm not too happy about that, but there is nothing I can do about it at the moment.

I look around see LaMarcus Aldridge (LA) standing next to HH and me. He offers to go get food with me, but HH tells me not to, that it isn't such a good idea. I ignore him and, with LA, I walk down the hallway. We head outside into a fairly hard rain and I realize that I am at the University of Texas. LA jogs over to an outside basketball court where the University of Texas basketball team is practicing. LA joins them as I walk over to watch the practice. Right past the end of the court, on the side closest to me, is a line of marching band drummers practicing.

The drummers are in a single file line and all decked out in marching band uniforms. At one side of the line is an administrative-looking older gentleman handing out diplomas and shaking the hands. I walk wast the line and see, about 8 feet beyond the drum line, an adjacent line of brass players (trumpets, etc.) playing their instruments. I keep walking and move past the brass line coming to a small and long hill that levels out into a paved parking lot. The father of an old friend of mine is standing at the top. He shakes my hand and congratulates me on graduating (I think - the dream gets hazy and I wake up around this point).

Dream - Lucid

I was at a school, either an elementary or high school, and I was supposed to go and work with learning impaired children. I had been asked to do so, and was very excited about the opportunity. I was going to get paid $5.25/hr, which was apparently a lot of money compared to some other jobs. I remember thinking about going in and teaching the kids.

I was then driving on the road in my car when I got a phone call from a woman, a teacher from the school, saying they were doing some switching around, and if I wanted to switch to working with vision and hearing impaired kids for a pay raise to $6.35. I got excited and said yes, of course I would! I told my mom about the opportunity that was offered to me when I got home to the house I grew up in.

Then, I was in my room getting ready to go to my first day on the job. Someone else was there with me, though I can't remember who. I was looking through a box of old mementos. I saw one that was a blurry picture of my friends from high school, Leigh and Erica, both wearing red shirts and holding balloons and gift bags. I was telling the person I was with that that year they were my Valentines. It was a funny, lighthearted "memory".

It was then that it dawned on me that I should have stayed at the job working with the children who had learning disabilities, even though it paid less, because I had no idea how to use sign language. How was I going to communicate with these children? I remember mentioning this to someone that was with me, and they said, jokingly, I should just knock on the desk a few times, because it would get their attention. Apparently, in sign language, it meant there was danger, or that I needed to relay an urgent message.

I kept on thinking about what time it was, because I didn't want to be late. I didn't have my clothes on yet, which was a white button-up top tucked into blue jeans. I picked up some old, worn out blue jeans that I used to wear in middle school and high school IWL all the time. They were sitting folded up on top of a white set of stand up plastic drawers that I bought in college IWL. Whoever was with me was still there, and we were talking as I was getting ready to go. I kept looking at the digital clock sitting on my desk. I also remember that the lights in my room were off, the only light in the room coming through the windows.

I then was looking through the mementos, and was trying to locate a cute note card I could write on to give to one of the teachers I'd be working with. I found a bunch of small dark blue note cards with puppies on them from various people at my old job, one I remember specifically being from Brent. I saw his name scribbled on the inside of it. I then found a note with a hand-drawn cartoon of a man from my therapist. It said for me to talk to her later. I then remembered that she had been the one to talk to me about the opportunity to work with the learning impaired children. I could not find a note card that hadn't already been written on.

I kept thinking about how I was going to go into the school and ask the person who asked me if I wanted to switch if I could switch back because I didn't think I was up to the task. I felt much more comfortable with the thought of working with the children with learning disabilities.

Again, I was concerned with the time. I needed my white button up. I was just standing in my room talking to whoever was with me with my unzipped and unbuttoned blue jeans on. It was getting close to time for me to be there.


I woke up with ten minutes to spare from my alarm.

I know I dreamed more than this, but again, I did not get much sleep. I actually have my first full day at my new job today, though at this job I will not be working with children at all, just baking delicious breads and pastries. I'm thinking this may be an anxiety dream about starting the new job.

I'm outdoors at some type of plaza. There's lots of stone and lush green trees. There are about 6 'lanes' separated by stone walls. At the far end of each, there is a wrought iron gate.
My manager is here and she's having me count a 'drawer'. All the money is In the lane, like it is a register. All the money is wrapped coins. It seems like there has to be at least 30 of each.
For some reason I leave the 'drawer' and talk to my dad who has shown up.
I come back and my manager is mad that I left the money. I try to explain that he always talks and distracts me.

Canoe

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I find myself in a rain forest. I am surrounded by millions of squaremeters of trees. After some searching I find an old canoe. I decide to leave my friends in the forest and go on a journey to find help. When I want to put the boat to water I get attacked by piranhas and salties. I take the dust road. So I slide over the ground, down the sandy roads a while, doing jumps and steerin with my paddle. I reach a city and go inside the city-walls. I find a big pile of conterfeit money and put some in my backpack. The looks more and more like a modern Jerusalem. I find a train and get in. When the train stops I get out and find myself in another city, even more beautiful than the last. I start snowing.

I'm in what I accept as my room in the dream, (but in waking life isn't my room) I'm sitting on the floor it has grey carpet. The floor has a lot of clutter and there is a large long square piece of wood in front of me. Some scruffy looking guy walks into my room without knocking and talks to me. He looks a few years older than me. We hear my mom coming and we become in a hurry, he quickly rolls me a cigarette,and then lays it on the wood, it looks greasy and I think why did he do that as I quit smoking but I think to myself I smoke it anyways. Then he leaves and my mom comes in and just stands there rushing me because we have to go somewhere so I start picking up this money all over my floor before she see's it and takes it. I worry my mom will see the cigarette sitting there but I dont bother trying to hide it, I somehow know she wont look at it. I see larger bills, $50's $20's $100's and lots of quarters and a handful of pennies that I don't end up grabbing, just the quarters. It seems money keeps popping up in a crevice, it's endless and my mom is rushing me more and more.

02-27-2014 -- Very strange cross between Hogwarts and home, throughout the dream. Somehow the ministry has done some bad stuff, and as a result, magic is dying out, and I am working with Dumbledore, Mcgonagall and others on the staff to clear out Hogwarts. We know the ministry are on their way, and want to take over the school, and with the way they have destroyed the magical world, we have no intention of letting them have any of the books, supplies, and so on which are stored at the school.

Meanwhile, the scene keeps randomly shifting from cleaning out the school to cleaning out the Hickory house, and Dumbledore keeps shifting into my dad. I am running around the house picking up all the money he has been gathering up. It is all in dollars, not in galleons, but he managed to accumulate the vast majority of the world's remaining wealth, as the economy collapses along with magic. I am stuffing money in my pockets and in my backpack, grabbing it from where it is sitting on counter tops, and floating in pools of water, and otherwise all over the place. I have probably around a million bucks, which now makes me by far the richest person on the planet, so you know the economy has been devastated.

So the ministry shows up, and are furious to find that almost everything has been removed from the school, and all the students and staff have gone, and I am the only one left. Dolores Umbridge is trying to threaten me, but since most of the magic that remains in the school has settled in me, I am by far the most powerful wizard left in this world, even if my power is also slowly fading. They have no chance to hurt me at this point (other than what they have already done, in destroying magic) so I completely ignore them.

By this point I am gathering up the last of the money, and am wandering around in a mostly derelict castle which almost seems to be morphing into a derelict bank. There are three teenage muggle girls wandering in, wanting to make some kind of transaction, and I have to explain to them that the bank is closed ... permanently. They are running around, tossing about a football, and one of them is annoyed that I won't toss the football with them. I have no interest in that, but as I am trying to get them to leave me alone, I can hear one of their stomachs growling. Since the world is collapsing around us, and I am now the richest person in the world, I decide to help out.

The bank has turned into a steak restaurant, and I tell one of the girls I will buy her a meal, and she mentions it has been something like six days since she last had a chance to eat. In return, I suggest that she buys one of the really big steaks, but eats it very slowly over the course of a couple days so she doesn't overwhelm her stomach. Somehow I am explaining that magic is dying, and therefore the world is dying, and neither will be coming back, and as I am explaining, Carolyn and her husband Don show up. It seems that they are magical (those losing their magic), and as they see me telling these muggle girls about magic, Don is about to call the ministry on me, not because he is particularly pleased with them, or one of the worst of the pureblood bigots, but just because the Statute of Secrecy is still the law. But I disconnect his phone by magic, and tell him that with the world dying, it doesn't matter, anymore. Besides, nobody really has enough power left to do anything to me, anyway.

Then I decide that I feel like heading back up north, though it changes moment by moment if that means to Hogwarts, or to perhaps Altamonte, Longwood, or maybe Mount Dora. But I start holding hands with all of them, and use a large amount of my remaining power to side-along apparate all of us, then wake up.

I was in a classroom with a lot of other people and somehow instantiated a competition between me and a fellow computer scientist. A woman was standing before us and decided to ask us each a series of questions Jeopardy style (on a powerpoint appeared to be a Jeopardy board). We both agreed and the questions began:

1. Name a program in Unix
2. Why do people program

For the first question I buzzed in quickly, as my partner didn't know anything, and said "grep, which is a regular expression tool to find..." or something similar. For the second question I responded, "To bring down the system, and similar." The subsequent questions had an additional property of being able to "own" whatever it is that you answered correctly. For example, the next question was of a girl dancing, and, while my opponent took a guess and failed, I decided not to answer as I was unsure of what to expect. I don't remember what the answer was (or if there was even a question), but I remember she was assigned a value of $60 for a date.

After this I came up to a window, and tried making my old friends laugh. They were sitting on a spinning table, and I was outside peering in. In the case I remember, I had to make #9428-31 laugh, as well as #36. As they spun around, I would stare at them very seriously, and while #9428-31 maintained a straight face, #36 did not. As a result, #36 actually won and when I opened the door in between, I had to give #36 $200. As I opened the door though, a group of my friends came out, asking for an autograph. I remember writing on one of their forehead's in particular (that of #740-8421), which was incredibly pimply.

I made it in and #9428-31 came and asked me to sign this piece of paper, which I did, as well as writing $200 on top. I realized I shouldn't have done that, since #36 won and told him this, to which he agreed. I noticed further down this room were people playing a variety of board games. Before going down that route, I explored the kitchenware and the shower, which were right next to each other and had no curtain. I washed my hands, remembering that the water each of us use was the same as in our dormitories. I turned around and walked back to where people were playing board games and saw #6412-91234 playing chess and #27-570214 playing #641-102 in a game of army men. #6412-91234 told me he was playing with the other two, but he didn't understand the game. My viewport jumped to them and became black and white, as one of their "army men" died, and simultaneously, #641-102 cut his finger with one of the pieces.

Me and my friend Darius were in school. We saw our 2 french teachers and there was a lottery thing or whatever where you spin. And beside that was 58 trillion dollars. I spun the lottery thing and got 56 thousand dollars and I turned into a spider while my friend turned into a Scorpion and then the french teachers turned into mice and we start to chase them cuz they had cheese and we went in a sewer and it just got weird. Thats all I remember

I was counting money and it was taking me some time to do it, like I couldn't quite figure out how to count it correctly, but I kept trying, assuming I'd get it. Then this girls comes up to me and gets a funny voice and says she took $100+ dollars from me. I remember having been it her shoes, and so I grab a 20 from the mix and give it to her. She's so happy about that, and surprised she's not being punished. I think to myself, she just turned herself in, that should be rewarded. Now (IRL) the whole punishment/reward spectrum just bugs. Anyway, then she grabs all the people/family together and says "we're gonna have a free party!", meaning she's treating. I do my best to be encouraging and facilitating at keeping the idea alive.

At one point this person mentions that I was crying a lot, and I was like, yeah duh and stuff right? There's always something to cry about I'm used to it. They sympathized over my hardships, and kinda hugged me close.

We walking as a group down this corridor, the setting seems to be school. The are two sets of kids, black kids and white kids. We all have these sunglasses, some kinda yearly school thing. The black kids' glasses have a lot more personally, and the white kids' glasses are kinda generic and non-descript, bare even. Someone mentions the look of the white kids' glasses (which includes me and mine), and I say we didn't get a choice in the design style, and I bet you guys, the black kids, didn't either. In other words, I'm saying your glasses may be funked out, but that's likely just the effect of other people's views too (even if it was just the legacy of some long ago black student).

So there's this scene of slightly uncomfortable ideas. Nothing horrific, but it's a just useless noise I don't really want to entertain. People fitting into tight spaces, people getting stuck. For the most part it came across as someone else in those situations, and that was preferable to me. Then I was walking out along this snow over water, not sure if/when I'd fall through into freezing water, and given the inevitableness of ending up in these type of situations, I couldn't be bothered to emotionally respond to the situation, and just accepted the water will do it's thing despite any emotional design I put on it, so why bother.

I'm walking by and I join in on the sexual scene. I seem to recall having this feeling like finally I was able to join in, not because of my proximity or their acceptance of as much, but like because some obligation (to self protection?) or external restraint was no longer in place. As I join the scene, the centrally hot non incidental person comments about how nice it suddenly feels, and he suspects the effect isn't from his previous partner alone. He tries to get that person to show them whether it was them alone or not that made him feel good. He sees it wasn't really him. Then I do the same thing to him we'd just been doing, and my it did feel good. It was like a form of indirect stimulation, like rubbing the soft spot of my neck up and down in dick, like you know sometimes you just hit this sweet spot. By now it's just him and me, and we continue being sexual. He starts to give me anal, but I'm like, are you wearing a condom? He says not yet, but he won't ride me long enough to cause issues before he puts one on. The idea tempts me and is somewhat logical, but I don't fully trust his ability to not pre-cum in me. We end up stopping and having a sit down moment where we discuss safety and the choice we make. He's always been more sexual. I was just waxing on about the dangers we invite in, and he seemed to kinda have a new appreciation of what I meant. The whole scene went on to be about how he and I began having sexual interactions that were outside of the smooth/uncomplicated/ and hardcore moments he was used to. Instead they were more awkward, like even logistically, harder to get oriented, less immediately satisfying, but which ultimately were growing to something very rewarding. We achieve this interested orgasmic state which was nice, but not uncontroversial, in that for a while the orgasm state seemed to say it's not that you feel necessarily good here, it's that you feel strongly here, and some of the sensations while not adverse enough to be a deterrent, we not the type of thing you'd shoot for. It comes up that in that state and he's keeping it alive, he could get slapped by me, and he has a dejected response saying oh yes, thanks for letting me know that's a possibility, and I'm like, yeah well, it's not as likely to happen with me involved, but what do you expect when it's not all a good feeling.

I'm flying down the center of a stairwell.

At the bottom of the stairs, I switch to 3rd person. This is a college, and classes are letting out. There's this incredibly beautiful androgynous person who stops a guy in the hall and talks to him, then s/he gives him this piece of paper with a small square smear of something dark green on it. This color will alter the guy's personality. The guy takes it, and he refers to them as boss and generally acts friendly and cheerful, but he's careful not to actually touch the color. S/he tells him to find a place without any people.

The guy heads up the stairs to the second floor, and I switch to his POV. Most of the classrooms have a few people in them even though they're between classes, but I find one where the chairs have been stacked up on the tables, I figure no one's going to be using this classroom for the rest of the night, and I call the boss over. S/he gives me some more of those papers, with different colors on them and labels giving an idea of their effects, and tells me to distribute them to some of the other students here. I go to do so, but then realize I've mixed up the one s/he gave me with the others. It was clear when s/he was talking to me in the empty classroom that s/he expected me to have already taken it, and now I'm worried about making them mad. When I can't find it again, I wind up taking a different one instead, a slightly lighter colored green, the closest match I could find. Immediately after, I find the one I was looking for, and I wonder whether it's safe to take two. I take it anyway.

I'm talking to someone against the boss's wishes. I consider myself loyal to the boss, but s/he's got a self-destructive streak that I have no problem acting against. Those papers would have prevented me from doing so, but taking two of them sort of cancelled each other out, the changes they caused didn't stick. This guy I'm talking to is a detective or something similar, and I'm telling him a woman's name. He has others working for him and he has them ask after the woman.

I'm a different character in that same college setting. There are police or military or something surrounding an angel - which looks nothing at all like a human, I mostly have an impression of a vast white face like a mask or a doll, twice the height of a man, alien and hostile. I'm thinking to myself that I can't die, it's impossible, like I'm trying to convince myself, but seeing that angel shook me - something about seeing something that old, something that existed before I was created. The disembodied observer side of me is thinking that although the character side of me isn't aware of it, there's some connection between me-the-character and that angel.

As the same character, I'm talking to a woman, and ask her to lend me some money. I don't need a lot, just something to get me into a game, I'm confident as long as I have some money to start with I can easily multiply it. She's disgusted, says it's always the same with me. She gave me a business (I have some mental association here with both religion and gambling) and she expected me to run it, so why am I still doing this? I find this ridiculous of her. I had absolutely no interest in the business she gave me.

I'm talking to someone about characters from Buffy - but all but one of us here are aware that I'm just using them as metaphors to talk about us. The one who isn't aware, who thinks I'm just talking about fictional characters, gets bored and leaves, but I keep using the metaphor. I'm saying, no, Giles's problem was that he knew exactly what his - and more importantly, Buffy's - destiny was supposed to be, and he knew it wasn't going to happen. Hence his downward spiral; he knew what they should be doing, and yet there was nothing he could do. I'm looking at a woman who I equate with Buffy as I say this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I've just driven to my IRL mother's house from a lake, and decided I'm too tired to drive back to the lake tonight, I'll spend the night. Mom gets me a coffee, there's chunks of chocolate floating on the top, I'm thinking about how much I appreciate her thinking to provide comfort food like that. The coffee's too bitter for my taste. I'm thinking that's odd, since I usually drink black coffee. We talk about how tired I've been, and she says it's due to the work I've been doing. I think that's strange, since the job I've been doing is easy, but she says anything you're not used to will tire you out, and relates it to her own similar experience.

Regina is surrounded by people she resents and is saying "Get me my advisor. Now!" As a disembodied observer, I'm pleased to hear this - the advisor she's referring to is Rumpelstiltskin, and earlier someone used a similar phrasing and tone to ask for their father, so I take this parallel as an indication that she's viewing Rumpelstiltskin as a father figure, which was something I wanted.

As Rumpelstiltskin, I've been recently de-cursed but have made sure no one else realizes that. I'm looking through a cabinet for an object related to the situation Regina's currently in. I find it: a small statue of a man in armor standing beside a stone pillar with what looks like Chinese characters on it. I pick up the pillar, removing it from the rest of the statue. I'm talking to myself as I do this, saying "You're here, but are-" I hear Regina's soldiers arriving outside, come to fetch me. I've been expecting them. I immediately pocket the pillar and statue and adopt a pose appropriate for my old cursed self, irritating my bad knee for a moment but making sure no one else will be able to tell it's bothering me, adopting a mindset and mannerisms as if I were putting on a costume and mask, though it takes effort to mimic what used to come naturally - that manic delight and curiosity and energy and attention focused in a million different directions at once. I'm getting used to faking this, though, and am more worried about whether that trinket I'm carrying will work.

I was again situated in abroad country, this time i think it was Romania. I can not be sure because i was in some gheto with lots of chineese people. I think it was Romania because of their money. Well here it goes.. i was in this gheto, and everybody was looking at me, they seemed hostile. They were sneaking around me like they were trying to rob me. So i tried to protect myself and i am headed to enter the first building on my way .I see an open door, it looked like a shop. Im walking towards the entrance, when some big sturdy guy in blue jacket was walking to that door in the same time. He was aproaching from the sides.. and at entrance he bumped into me with heavy force. He was sturdy as a rock. I think he said that i cannot enter, but i didnt understand him because i dont speak romanian. He was gazing at me with anger.. and another guy aproached and they were all staring at me. I moved 2 steps backwards.. trying to just peacfully avoid conflict and the other guy talked to me.. i didnt understand him nothing.. I said "english maybe?" They looked at eachother smiled and said ok. They said "never buy money on the streets" and that now i can come into the building. We sat at the table, and they were talking to me about something but they werent really super good in english so i didnt understand much. I looked around the table and i noticed it is a restaurant. I was thinking to just leave the place, but i saw a group of 4 girls sitting at the next table. One looked at me and smiled, and then she started to explain something to her other friends, i think it was something about me. So i decieded to stay for a while. The second guy said that he will eat something. The first one said that the food costs around 200 of their money. I looked into my wallet. Hmmm... just bills, some euros i think there were 6 eur and 50 of their money and one weird red paper whichi thought it is also money but it wasnt. Hmm i said well maybe i can get a beer with these. But i was hungry. I checked at my other pockets, and found a lot of euros.. more than 150.. The first guy decided that he will go exchange some money.. I said wait, im going with you.. but he was to fast for me, before i came out of the restaurant he was already gone. Some one was also moping the floor and i overjumped him, just to catch that guy. And i didnt of course. I was again on the streets, people starring at me again, and i remembered hmm no buying money from the streets ok. But where is the exhange office? One guy approached me and grabed my arm. I went defensive, i grabed him back and pushed him away.. and said try this once more and i will break it. Went to other direction, it was some garage.. a lot of tough guys were waiting there.. so i decided for the 3rd way.. And of course one biiig guy is heading towards me.. and i said to myself.. is really everybody so weird in this country,. and i wake up.