non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Part of a team planning something that implies invading someone's underwater bunker and living there for a year. But the plan fails, because the bunker is at a lake or near the shore and there is as a guy driving buy who spots us diving and he knows to whom this place belongs and what's down there under water. I think we should abort but the others decide to go anyway. Nothing happens for weeks. We get used to living there. It's more like an underwater complex, spacious and with multiple areas, even has a living room with a piano, very stylish. At some point we're running a full business from there and I interview 3 ladies for the secretary job. Someone even brings in a dog, Then there is one incident, when the two guys who take shifts guarding outside, get into a fight. While they are not watching, some hired killer comes in the complex to eliminate us. And somehow I know this but no one listens to me. There are escape pods and I consider going on one, but I decide to stay and locate and neutralize the enemy. I am at the Finances office, to clear up a doubt about my taxes, but the world looks a bit post-apocalyptic and the place looks chaotic. No one comes to help me, so I just barge in and look for employees in the lower level office rooms. I find a room with two workers behind desks covered in piles of paper and attending a 3rd person, so I wait on a bench in the corridor for a chance to talk to them. While there, the corridor behind me fills with debris, like the walls just collapsed. But the workers just keep doing their business as usual, as if nothing happened and eventually ask me what they can do to help me. We discuss income tax and they issue an invoice for the tax I have to pay, and then I leave. I meet my dad on my way out, and I tell him about my tax issues. But then he starts tickling me and playing with me like he used to when I was a child. But not in a good way. (And this is actually real, my father never abused me, but he did harass me a lot and disguised it as innocent play) Things escalate as he starts pulling my pants off. I get really mad at him and yell at him that that wasn't ok when I was a child and it is not ok now, and that he will face consequences, because I am an adult now. I call him an abuser and tell him that what he did, was never play, it was always sexual abuse/harassment and he seriously needs treatment for his mental problem. He goes speechless. He looks down on the ground, then grabs a sandwich, but can't even swallow it because his throat is so dry. Then he changes subject and asks me about some movie he saw or wants to see, that is directed by some director he knows and Robert Rodriguez and he wants to know if I know him. But I am jut too furious and do not get distracted by the change of subject.
30th July 2020 Dream: (DFLN thread) (self-memo: be sure to re-read Sageous comment and my own reply) Was at some therapist's office. Looked to be a typical rented office space. I went in and saw a doctor "Hodstatdr Lester" (note, this is my original spelling in the original entry), he insisted gently that I call him Lester. He was a well-built man, with a mostly round head (bald?) and with a deep voice. He wore glasses. We sat opposite each other on identical chairs. Lightly stained pine frames with blue textile cushions (deep blue?). He began by asking me what he could help me with and by saying remarking something about whether or not it would be worth our time, mutually. I talked for a little bit, I don't have a recall of the specifics but then I said I had two unresolved phobias. He seemed to nod compliantly and asked me to go on. I remember thinking about what I wanted to say, and then saying it, an unusual process for me during conversation. "Well, one of my phobias is what's on your shirt." I said "Pockets?" He said with a look of surprise. "No" I replied, making a motion with my index running along my sternum. "Ah, you mean buttons" He replied. I interrupted with "Yes" because I had(have) an aversion to even saying the word at times. "Well, you have a [unintelligible prefix]-phobia" He then stated. I also had in mind that I wanted to talk about another unresolved phobia. But oddly enough I couldn't remember what it was (and still can't). In any case, I said that this phobia name sounded familiar, and just as we were about to start discussing it, I woke up. Original notes: - While I felt like I could trust him, hesitantly, this feeling was mostly further compromised by the fact that the chairs were oriented in a way that made him be slightly my left and I to his right. This could have been corrected easily when I sat down, by simply turning the chair in a different angle. - In addition, the room was large. 6x6 mtrs or so at a guess. But apart from our chairs it was a completely empty office. The floor was carpeted? - Finally, there were two windows. One behind and left of the therapist (from my pov) and another one out of sight in the far right corner of the room. It was day time and so the two windows were the only light sources. Scraps: Mentalist dream, something about young children getting their fingers stamped with hot seals? This was part of some imagined thoughts at some point. Something about being in my old home's kitchen, the light was on. Absence of light and darkness from outside. Odd. Mom and T were in the kitchen? Something about cooking, and then a bat flew in and mom notified us, after I'd already spotted it. It was light brown in colour, caramel coloured even. One of the very first dreams? Was in a tank in some place near a warehouse and I was shooting civilians with tank shells, because they were being uncooperative somehow. I remember troops on foot scattering from a rear formation to take control of the civilians and the immediate area.
Going on a spaceship I am sort of talking to a person, but I barely had a view of it. It was really weird. Then we go into a spaceship, which only consists of a few chairs in the back. I am there, along with a few more volunteers. I then hear that we will have to be in this single room for 15 years until anything can happen. I am shocked and want to leave again, but it was too late, and I open the door just to see space. There didn't seem to be a vacuum, so nothing more happened. Then I suddenly had some sort of cable, and I asked one of the volunteers to try and grab it because I want to see if I can go out and look around. For some reason, it was like in a video game, and the interaction for the cable just wasn't set up, so I couldn't do that. I saw that the galaxies were really weird, and physics weren't quite comprehensible in this universe, so there is no way I can really explain how it was. We suddenly arrive at a building, like an office building, which was really weird and mysterious. We all went out and explored. There were a bunch of tables with computers and paperwork, as well as mugs for coffee. On the floor was a mess of paperwork. There were a lot of windows, simply going out into space. There were zombie-like people laying on the ground. We go to explore further, going into a door in the back, on the left, and there was one of these zombies laying around, which looked like nullbodies from boneworks. There is another person behind me, and I have found a gun somewhere. Suddenly the zombie moves and stands up, and I shout that the zombie has woken back up, and I shoot it until it is dead. If I remember correctly, the volunteer then thanks me. We go into a sort of backroom, but I don't quite remember how it looked. I grab a bunch of pencils to take back with me into the space ship. Suddenly, a volunteer tells me that we have to go, in a sort of annoyed vocal tone, probably annoyed about me taking so much stuff. I run back and put the pencils into my pockets. I then want to take a mug, but it seems to be dirty. The spaceship starts flying without me, making TARDIS noises, and I quickly jump through the door and sit down.
A few dreams though I only remember bits of them. Dream Fragment: I remember being in a somewhat dark room and having a discussion with some people about age, in the dream I was around an age when my hair would start greying, starting at the front and just lightly. Mom was there and she commented on how it was just like her dad's hair. I remembered a photo of him that mom has kept in her home office for years since his passing. Then I remember seeing a mirror and seeing myself on it. I looked older but unimaginatively so, but my hair did look a lot like his, except for the fact that his would have curled slightly. Dream Fragment: Perhaps from another segment of the previous dream, but I remember something about trains and a kind of alien (Mars-like?) desert. Day time, clear sky. There were some really high-tech-looking trains and one such train went up a hill into a rounded futuristic building. I was with a group of people (friends?) and we were walking in the opposite direction, though I kept looking. The engine carriage separated and sort of shot off on its own along the rails and quickly hit an end-track bit, bouncing back and then hitting the rest of the carriages. It was some type of freight train, and its ornamental features matched that of the building, featuring a warm orange. Dream Fragment: Something about me or captain Picard, in a large office room of some kind. Other people both friendly and not-so-friendly were there, and we were there to ask for money I think. Starting at 30,000 but then the guy didn't want to give us any more, so then there was this little scene where Picard walked closer to him slowly and then started punching him very fast until the guy, who was also kind of old, fell down on a spiral staircase. He didn't go all the way down or anything, just a couple of steps on his back, because the degree between each step was very small (less than half foot?). The staircase steps were marble and the handrail looked fancy, but I don't remember it in detail. I remember a woman speaking after this had happened and she said "well, now you have 25,000, since you have to take away 5,000 just for that". But then before the dream ended there was something about a million, I don't remember. Notes: - Recently in waking life I'd been thinking about how I don't really ever remember seeing mirrors in my dreams, so I think that's partly what brought on one's appearance in the first fragment. - Typically, despite being the result of a previous conscious thought during wakefulness, I did not realise the connection between the two things in the dream. This is happening quite a bit lately, which is frustrating at times. But it may just be that my recall is also decent lately, so maybe I just think I notice it happening more but it may just always happen this frequently and I haven't realised before. - Featuring myself as being older may also come as the result of conscious thought from waking life, as I often question why I'm always my current age in dreams. Although in the dream, until the hair thing was made obvious by the mirror, I did just feel like my current age anyway. - In the train dream, the group that was with me was a bit shocked with the collision, but I had been expecting it. The dream had a slight Borderlands feel to it. - There was a fourth dream fragment also involving trains but in a completely different context. I can't put the visuals into words now. - The dream with Picard may have just been some continuation of the first fragment. I'm really not sure anymore if these dreams were directly linked or not, because I don't remember any transitions and I had several awakenings this morning.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP At some office or school building. It is quite empty. There is only a couple of persons with me and walking around. But we hear scary sounds and a couple zombies come through the door. We fight them with whatever we have. I pick a sturdy ceramic cup to smash their heads, but unlike movies, their skulls are thick. I hit them several times and they almost don't flinch. I am even feeling sorry for hurting them. But we escape to outside where we find hungry dogs also posing a threat, but we go up and down some stairs after throwing some food at them and we run to a residencial area. In the residences there are lots of people and life runs as normal. Someone is throwing a party with loud music as night approaches and neighbors are at the windows talking at each other about doing something to shut it down. I am staying at a house with my parents or at least they had some involvement in setting it up for me. My dad was just there to show some wall he built in the back of the house for extra protection, which comes in handy. But I still plan to look for some safer place. I grab as much food as I can and pack bags and go to a train station or airport. They don't want to allow me to take all my food with me and I complain, but as long as I can embark I am ok. I just want to leave.
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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening In London visiting a friend. On arrival I see 2 triple rainbows and I do my best to photograph it, but only catch the first one already fading. Many people are watching the phenomenon, halting their cars on the road, also taking pics. As I wonder looking for a better spot to take the best shot, I get lost to a very rich and high tech zone, where basically people live and work inside a huge compound. Cars even go inside and roads cross through these humongous building. Some people never even have to go out for anything. It is completely segregated from the outside world. I don't even know how I managed to got inside but I don't ever leave a secondary area, which is basically a technical service area and access to parking. Soon I find an exit and I am on my way to meet my friends. Zilla is already with our London friend and we go to the subway. My friend was summoned by her boss and she believes she is going to be fired. But she hates his guts, he has treated her very very abusively and she wants to defend herself and maybe tell him some truths she's been keeping to herself. And for that she asks for our backup. We are outside the door of his office, but we can hear their meeting as it goes and the dude is disgusting. She tries to defend herself but clearly he is determined to get rid of her and comes up with a lot of insults and shitty lying arguments. Then he becomes aggressive, calls her names and we can't take it anymore, so we barge in and I push him and slap him. He fights back so I beat the crap out of him. He says he is going to call the cops and present charges and say we assaulted him. But I am carrying a gun in my back pocket, not sure where I got it and I point it at him. I say we came with the intention to use it, but we were being nice and all, so I suggest he just calls it a day. He is panicking and promises not to tell a word if we just go. We go and my friend is like "are you crazy?" But very thankful. Later on, randomly, we see the same guy sitting at some diner and we notice that the server seems a bit crazy or is also taking revenge on him, so we observe the scene. He asks for pizza and a cake and she brings him frozen pizza and a frozen cake. He doesn't seem to understand that and he actually takes a bite of each. He yells mad and the girl doesn't flinch, she continues being a total disaster serving him, touching everything with her hands, spilling juice on him and making a mess. We guess she is actually doing it on purpose.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Going through an office, like a school or library administration, until someone detects I am not a worker there. But I am trying to go across and find the exit or a passage or access to some place and I say I am just leaving. (This is a recurrent dream). Then with mom at what seems like a museum and we are caught in the middle of people marching or parading. I see a giant snake gliding on the floor between them. For some reason we start following them while singing along Bohemian Rhapsody. Then we continue our path on the street. It's already dark and we need to be careful as by the side of the road, there are lots of potholes with lava. I see someone falling into one but doesn't die. Instead, he gets his legs covered in lava as if it is jam or something sticky. Surprised to find that my house has a basement and lots of storage space and my dad saying "I told you, you would forget about all the rooms you have in such a big house". Except that no, it is not my house but a house I visited when looking for a place to buy. We had loved this house but the price was so high we didn't even argue with the salesperson, we just left. Also, the house is in the city, why did we even check it out? As we leave, I notice my mom looks much younger and thinner, must be about my current age. Then I visit my uncles in Amadora, at their first house that I can only remember in dreams, but it looks different. The streets are modernized. They used to be just empty land and now there is a brick pavement all around with nice parking lots. It's like I am accessing memories and rearranging and changing them.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I am Lawrence of Arabia, female version. On a train with westerners and arabs. The train is diverted to a remote village, hijacked. We are taken along. I confront the thieves, but they present me their arguments and we end up staying there, both as prisoners and guests. The men want me and women hate me, both because I am very voluptuous and attractive. I am accompanied by two ladies who are always covering me and blocking the men's looks. At some strategy meeting, Clara is talking, presenting a project and asking for backup. Everybody rejects it and turns away. I am the only staying and supporting it. She gives up and rips the papers apart and goes to a bar next door. She leaves her purse and camera behind, so I grab her things and meet her at the bar, which is more like a coffee shop and other friends I know are there too with her. Somehow she is surprised that I brought her stuff. Including money she had left on the table. At my far, the gate is broken, some of my dogs are out. My dad is fixing it from the inside, I go outside and block it with something so that the dongs don't run away. When I turn away, I am now on an apartment of which I can't find the exit door. On the bathroom I see a ghost. It tries to lock the door and trap me, but I manage to escape. Some brazilian dude rings the bell and I finally find the door. He is pushing some campaign and offers me cake. wants to come inside. I say the house is haunted and he still offers to go inside and check it for me. But I choose walking out instead. At my university campus, some celebration with live music and tents. I am trapped under and inside one. I try again going outside but they engulf me. I fly through the ceiling, but don't get outside, just to a different place, like an office. At this office, people have their dogs and cats with them. I pet some of the animals. Then some lady has two babies and asks for my help. They are adorable. One had vomited and the other needs her eyes cleaned up. I tell the mom to go get proper cleaning products while I take care of the babies who fall asleep in my arms.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Working at a new office. Me and colleagues are in charge of setting up the furniture but we fail to comply with our boss suggestions. On top of that, I accidentally cut the electricity that goes to his table. Me and mom we moved to a new unsafe neighborhood. We are at the window and we watch a couple being mugged and the thieves taking their groceries. My mom says she also thinks she heard a girl asking for help at the parking lot nearby. We go check. we find signs that something appears to have been dragged through the ground but we don't see a soul. Then the thieves we saw before come by and I tell them to go away because I know martial arts. I have an umbrella and think about using it as weapon. They guys don't know if they believe me, so one approaches me and I strike. But I don't train for a while and I am afraid I might not keep going so well if they insist. Luckily they are convinced and they let me go unharmed. But my mom is frozen by fear and I basically have to drag her home.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I find out there is an exhibition about the tibetan people and they have a campaign to promote the adoption of Tibetan orphan children. I read about it and tell Riverstone we should adopt a child. He isn't so convinced and tries to change my mind. I insist we should go and we go. They have a tent with a few booths where one can see slides with pics and the story of each child. Bit I already know which girl I want to adopt, I have her image in my mind since I read about the campaign. She just popped up. The problem is I don't know her name and have to check all the kids to find her. I go check a street market and just take some bucks with me. I eat something at a stall and think about the movie "a star is born", because a lady by my side looks like lady gaga. Meet some friend and we accidentally meet some Hollywood actress, I think maybe Leslie Mann, and she invites us to her house. I pick a bag of clothes from home, as we stay a few days there. Later I am walking around a studio, there is an open space office and many parallel rooms with mirrored windows for meetings, etc. I go to the toilet to change clothes. My top is very hard to zip on the back so I get outside the bathroom to have some room to move and end up in front of one of those mirrored offices fighting with my top and accidentally showing my boobs to whomever is inside and it's full of dudes. I can hear them commenting and enjoying it. I run away embarrassed and leave my bag there on the ground. I meet my friend again and beg her to go there and get it for me. She forces me to tell what happened in front of another office full of people. I feel so down that I need to be alone and I want to binge eat. There's only a McDonald's in the building. I hate it, but they have some new biscuit cake and are offering test samples, or so I think. I decide to take a bite. An employee comes to tell me it was just being shown but wasn't a sample to eat. They say it comes with a sundae and I have to buy one now.
Aug 31 2018 I'm in a house that's based off of my current apartment. I'm running around the room, possibly with a baseball bat/umbrella/wooden sword, opening closets and doors trying to find an intruder. I'm yelling the whole time. I'm trying to protect my fiance. After some time I'm outside under the vine-covered wooden pavilion. I'm walking with my fiance down some way in an old world city, vaguely European. There is tan, smooth brick all around, reaching up on the immediate rightin a wall maybe 4 or 5 stories high. There's a similar wall far off to the left, with a canal inbetween. I'm walking down the cobblestoned sloped path, and affixed to the wall to my right, and there are stepped/gradated rails along the wall, one high enough for my hands as well as one that's ledge-like for my feet. I climb up and remember the vivid feeling of the thin rails cutting into my hands as I maintained my grip while my fiance just strolled beside me. Had some more nonlucids during this time but can't remember them/can't decipher my DJ (I write in the dark). I awoke at 5:30, went to the bathroom, walked downstairs and drank some apple juice. Went back to sleep around 6:15. I'm talking to my boss and the receptionist at my desk. A coworker (D) says "Hey bro," and my boss tells him not to call me bro, but Tyrannosaur. Transition, and I'm reclining in a bed in a warm red room with incandescent light. Either the boss or the receptionist comes into the room (nothing weird). We talk. Dreams are more vivid after this point. I'm in the office and a mentally challenged classmate from college is telling the cleaning people not to spray cleaner in our four-way cubicle, because he has "smell sensitivity". I'm sitting on the floor at the side of the bed from before, showing my sketchbook to D from earlier. He notes how finished everything looks (I internally note this too -- I never finish anything IRL). As I flip through the book, there is a series of 8-15 pages of detailed, beautiful (stylized) waves moving subtly with each picture. As I flip pages, eventually a woman appears amidst the waves. She changes poses once or twice, then becomes a younger (late teens or 20yo) girl. In the dream, I question whether I drew this. D comments "oh wow, lots of girlies in here". As I continue flipping the pages it switches from a paperback sketchbook to a bound hardback, and at the end there are ads (sort of like at the end of a manga volume). I had a false awakening about writing down my dreams which was also vivid, although mostly I just rolled around in bed. Awoke for real at 7:25 dreading work. Had some waking images/a daydream of a thin woman with small eyes and a stern look, wearing red and white leaf print dress. I think her name was Riah (short for Mariah?).
This was the first night that I tried the method I discussed in my Method of Loci post to help with dream recall. The first dream felt relatively long and vivid, and when I woke up (around 1:15am), I packed it away in a plain red shoebox. Only now I can't remember what I packed or any details about the dream, except for that I put something in there that resembled the bow of a miniature shipping vessel. Just the bow, as if it was cut off. It was silver or dull light gray. After this dream I felt pretty good about myself, so I tried SSILD and overdid it a little, to the point that I couldn't get back to sleep for quite some time. I didn't get back to sleep until 3am, and I think this contributed to me forgetting any details about the first dream except the one item I packed in the box (a standard red shoebox, with a separate lid [not a folding one-piece box]). I think at one point I tried to write on the lid with a brighter red magic marker, but I can't remember what I wrote either. I remember that the next dream was an FA, but when I awoke I didn't have any details to pack into the orange shoebox. The next dream was the first of the night that I could remember. I was with friends/classmates in an auditorium (it felt like a college, but the auditorium was bigger than my college). I think this was linked to one of my old classmates asking me in WL to come to a graduation party. The non-WL DCs and I stayed there for a while, listening to the lecture and discussing something. At the end I walked out but had to come back for my backpack, which was a dull greyish-brown and black, and was slouched on the ground against the seats in front. The next scene was a relatively smooth transition, and it felt like the same auditorium, but it was merged with the fellowship hall from my old church, except there were black double doors for the exit and they were mostly glass. A kid from my middle/high school who was intensely socially awkward was kind of harassing an older female teacher. Their dynamic reminded me of the receptionist at my current job and one of my more annoying coworkers. I try to help, and he leaves, but he's at the glass doors again in a second, although they won't open. Somehow, I exit through the front doors of my old church. I put a scrap of cloth from the schoolbag and a pencil (reference to socially awkward kid) in the yellow shoebox. The next thing I remember, I'm in an office with white walls and wooden features, standing with one of my coworkers. The office seems more like an office on campus than from work. He's asking for a raise, at least once every month, as well as "some kind of advancement". The office has white walls, wood floors, and large picture windows showing some greenery. The scene then cuts to a long hallway with tall ceilings, cream walls, wood beams, and warm recessed lighting. This may be the outside of the office. There are no windows and although it feels very closed off, it's not uncomfortable. I didn't pack anything in the shoebox for this. Next I'm in a yard (the music bldg from campus?) walking by huge oaks with sprawling branches and roots. I'm stepping over the roots with some DCs. The branches and roots and even patches of grass are all covered with these bright green caterpillars that seem like a mix between leaves and larvae. They have curling antenae and they're flailing and oscillating. This scene feels like it lasted a while, I talk with the DCs. Next I'm approaching the courtyard for a dormitory or hotel. The walkway is made of the same red stone as my current apartment's courtyard. All over the walkway, there's a thin coating of crushed green caterpillars. It looks like pollen on the sidewalk on a spring day. There are caterpillars here and there and I'm forced to step on them. The feeling is repulsive. By the entrance to the dormitory, I see a young Romanian boy (adolescent) with missing teeth and a hat, evocative of Titanic. I put a chunk of the red stone and a few caterpillars into the green shoebox (this really helped with recall later on). In a school room with my girlfriend, the lighting is blue with some dull warm yellows. There's a mentally handicapped student (older than us - looks late twenties to thirty). Although all of the students are in their early twenties, it feels like a middle or high school class. There are traditional seats as well as what looks like a shop in the back. The mentally handicapped guy has now morphed into two people - a younger, thinner man in a red shirt (the victim) and a darker, more sinister figure with an automatic gun. The man in red is forced to kneel behind the shop table. I have a handgun in my hand, but classmates grab my shoulder and don't let me use it. The man with the gun approaches the shop table. I now have a butcher knife from my own kitchen, but still they grab my shoulder and don't let me stop the man. The man says "Final countdown. Aye aye," and then starts shooting. Up to the point right before shooting, the victim has been kneeling with his back straight, proud. But at the last moment, he ducks and tries to escape. The man keeps shooting him and the gunshots don't sound right. The man keeps saying "Aye aye. Aye aye. Aye aye," over and over as he mows this guy down. The bullets make thunking sounds as they lodge themselves into him. I don't know how to describe it -- it was like shooting cheese? The whole time this happening I'm drifting towards wakefulness and I think about how much that must hurt, and start imagining the sensation; it's quite vivid. I put two eyeballs with the trails (think Neversoft) in the shoebox ("Aye aye"), and this was enough for me to remember the rest -- it was quite jarring. Side note -- I've been keeping a pretty good DJ and actually had two more LDs this weekend, but it takes me some time to revise it for posting on DV. I'll try to be better about this in the coming weeks. Thanks for reading!
Key: Side Notes Title Dream Lucid Vs HadesI was playing a Kingdom Hearts Game, just defeated a boss then I realized I'm going to have to fight Hades again. We're in a hallway it was like the Underworld in KH2 but there was lava and acid. I did lots of air combos on him, he had a KH1 Life Bar, he was on Orange health. I fell in the acid accidently and healed myself. I remember in KH2 Blizzaga did lots of damage on him. I checked my shortcuts but I didn't put it in there, I had to scroll down to Magic and scroll to Blizzaga. I get damaged but I have Once More and Second Chance, I air slide to the other side of the room and run. I pause the game, Donald's behind me which he didn't show up previously. When I am pausing the game I can see Sora's MP restoring. Finish Him!I was at E3, I ate 5 slices of pizza. Two of my friends Steve and Kevin were playing some 2D fighting game. I remember Steve was playing as a Ryu like character while, Kevin was playing as Sub Zero. I ate another slice of pizza and left a slice on a table. He beats steve and I hear "F*** him!" but I was probably mishearing the game, it was Finish Him. Kevin does a chain fantality on the Ryu like character. I comment that it's hard for me to remember the fantalities and supers. We're at school and I say "I wonder if they have a (Video Game) specific bus." We're heading to the buses. Some person next to me says "They don't have School Buses for Specific Games, idiot." Yu-Gi-Oh! I was at School, in some classroom. I think it might've been a first day for the class. Sometimes teachers on the first day do an activity for the students. Our teacher made everyone play...Yugioh, you can only pick two cards and you have to see if you can beat your partner with only two cards. Hiding At School, again. I remember being on the blacktop at Elementry School and being in a room with someother kid hiding in a locked office from aliens at the High School. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How do you guys like my new Color Code? Whenever, I type my dreams up: I forget most of them but as I write, I start to remember my other dreams. Unfortunately, I couldn't fully remember the 'Hiding' dream. June 27th, 2017
2017, 05-02 Dream Job I am in an office building waiting for an interview for a new job. I remember that I am here looking for a job in town so I won’t have the hour and a half commute each way to get to work any more. I am afraid I will have to take a cut in pay, but the extra time I’ll have and the gas I’ll save will make it well worth my while. I have the idea I am here interviewing for a data entry job, which should be sufficiently mind-numbing so I have enough mental energy to work on making video games when I get home from work. I sit in the waiting room for a bit and then a woman comes out and introduces herself as Amy Rhinds and leads me to her office, which is a very nice office. I wonder if she is the CEO to have this office. I sit in one of the chairs beside her desk as she sits in her desk and smiles. As she is about to start the interview the office door opens and a man comes in. He sits in one of the chairs, but Amy doesn’t respond. I figure he must be sitting in on the interview for some reason. The interview begins and Amy is asking typical questions I would expect, how fast I type, what software experience do I have, do I have experience with databases… I answer each one to the best of my ability. Then the man gets up from the chair and walks over to me. He says something about dreams. My first thought is that he is saying I must be dreaming if I think I will get this job. But I really want it, and since Amy isn’t paying any notice to him, I decide not to, either. She asks me a couple more questions, and I try to answer them without being distracted. The man, now next to me, is still talking about dreams. I tell him my real dream will come true after I get the job. Amy just looks confused and asks who I am talking to. She can’t see the man at all? I think I have just messed up my chances at the job. The man is still talking about dreams, but now I’m mad. He says to check if I don’t believe him. Amy brings the interview to a close and says she will get in touch with me if I’m chosen for the job. I leave, feeling really down. I already know I won’t get the job. It’s back to my hour and a half commute. Fun. I am about to leave the office building when I wake up.
I remembered one dream fragment last night. YAY I was walking towards an office building, and a little jingle was playing in the air. I'm not sure where it was coming from. And despite around 7-7.5 solid hours of sleep, that's all I remember. Oh well.
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