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18th February 2021

Dream:

In a version of our home and street. The van is outside and it was open in order for me to do something?

Our street looks like it's part of some city like Paris, I don't know. To the right and beyond where there's that intersecting road, there are much taller buildings. I recall something about having to wait. Maybe I have a backpack. Our front door is open. At several points throughout the dream I alter the colours of our house, both interior and exterior. I remember we have some kind of small tiled mosaic floor. I eventually become satisfied with a sandy colour scheme with red accents.

I remember I see a dream neighbour down the street. He's walking a dog or something and I'm concerned about it pooping near our door, but in reality they are too far for it to matter.

I don't remember what kind of day it is, maybe sunny but light looks overcast. At some point while I'm waiting I get into a random car across the street, it's red maybe? When I get in I'm suddenly on a first floor level, but I don't realise or care about this in the dream. I think at one point I see a man from one of the windows (right side of the car, I was looking out left initially) and we talk.

(recall gap)

The next thing I remember, I'm in a car with two people. I'm on the front passenger side, which is on the right (though I don't realise this in the dream). One person is a man and the other I can't recall. We're in a very busy area of a city like L but bigger, wider roads. We're on a four or five lane road approaching a very complicated and busy intersection.

Me and the man are having a conversation. We're discussing building a computer while the lights are still red. He's apparently from the past and is asking me about how hardware prices have changed and I presume he means over the last twenty years.

In the dream, I think I feel I was in a further future time than in reality. I tell him, some things like USB and other small accessory stuff are a bit cheaper, but not much. Otherwise most other things remain more or less the same but with very good specs.

The lights at this intersection become green and we start going. On the right there's a diagonally intersecting road we're merging with, it has just as many lanes and it's busy too and then there's an ambulance trying to come across from the opposite direction. I am quiet for now to let the driver concentrate, but once we are out of the complex situation, we resume discussion.

Fragment:

Bins and recycling are being collected. I forgot to put things out? And I try to do it then seeing as I still think they're about to collect it. But I don't see the collecting hi-vis people anymore by the time I get outside. Some other people are here, they are looking through bags. They tell me they are from some charity, they mention it by name. I forget what we talk about but I recall they were looking for clothes primarily.

Notes:
- Both sections of the longer dream relate to home in some way. Present home, past home and past-would-be home, I feel.
- The apprehension about the neighbour walking the dog may stem from the fact that lately dogs seem to have taken a liking to our door for doing their needs.
- Somewhat related, the part about re-decorating the house may

I started out my dream back home with my sister. I was changing and put on some jeans and a wife beater, as my sister and I wanted to go see a movie. Unfortunately it was around 10:00 PM and I was worred my parents wouldn't let us. Before I went downstairs to ask, I began looking around for one of those Lance Armstrong LiveStrong bracelets. I noted in my mind that I thought they were stupid, and even remembered a previous conversation I had with someone discussing how no one actually believes what they where. But I made this an exception as I found a black bracelet, with the faded words, "Program Smart" or something similar, and could get behind the message. I remember finding at least 4 other bracelets around my room before finding this one on the bookshelf.

My sister and I make our way downstairs but beforehand wants to confirm who asks to go. I told her it doesn't matter so she went downstairs real quick and asked. My parents seemed not to have heard so we sat on the couch for a bit. My sister would bring it up on occasion, saying she's worried if they don't respond the movie will pass. Finally my parents seem to hear, and say something along the lines of, "You're crazy. It's too late."

We end up in a car anyways (my sister driving), around the school I go to. At one point, the brakes seemed a little faulty and though she pressed on it, she went further than she intended. She was going to take a left, but several cars were making there way down the T-intersection so she waited in the middle of the road. I asked what she would have done if a car wanted to turn, as she skidded way to far, and she made some remark on them having to wait.

As we continue driving we end up behind this car with 3 guys making fun of an older man. My sister didn't want to intrude, but I decided to press on the horn and tell them what was up. In anger, they began chasing us (we were now on foot). We ended up getting into a bathroom back home and locking the door, which one of the guys were beating against. I told my sister we were about to attack back and grabbed a towel. Telling her to get behind me, I open the door and wrap the towel immediately around the guys neck, throwing him on the ground. Everytime he decided to struggle I pulled tight on the towel as a warning, and he eventually calmed down.

I may have awoken at this point, but after falling back asleep, I was in the passenger seat of Justin Bieber's car, him driving. We were driving around, and he seemed fairly down to earth; I was wondering why people gave him so much hate. I believe more happened in this dream, but I can't remember.

Disclaimer: The following two paragraphs use the word "penis" a lot

In any case, I somehow end up in another room back in my apartment and was about to take a shower. A black guy comes into the shower as well, and I recognize that for some reason he's my husband. He was also under the impression that today would be the first time we had sex. I was standing there naked waist down in the shower and he decided to do so as well, commenting on our penises as he did so. He moved his penis to touch mine, and when it made contact, I remember feeling this wave of revulsion. In addition, our penises afterward acted like two ends of a magnet, always repelling one another. He also made a comment about getting to put it up my butt now that we were married which I was going to not do, though I didn't know how to tell him.

In any case I left the shower and turned the corner. There in another room were a group of 4 women, all of who saw us naked. We hid behind the corner and got clothed and then went back over to the women. They started talking to the black guy, while I sat in front of one of my friends (#154-26), female, playing a game of mancala. I joined the game, and she made a remark on how good she was at the game. In addition, we were cramped on this table across from one another, and everytime she moved her leg, she would somehow rub my penis in a pleasurable way. I tried to pretend I didn't notice, as I don't think she noticed, and I didn't want her to not do it, so we just talked further about the rules of mancala. I remember having trouble with some of the math, as I tried moving a marble from each different spot, as well as getting to go again, all while her rubbing my penis.

So yeah...

I had another dream at this point, though I can't recall quite what happened. But after this 3rd dream I had a fourth, in which I also can't quite recall what happened except for me feeding a bunny and one of my dogs bits of pop-tarts (ice cream smoothie flavored) back and forth. They would keep chewing part of my hand, and for some reason, I think it might have hurt a little. I would lightly swipe their noses saying "no, no, no" or something similar.

Kumara's Dreams

Dream 1 - Something about wanting to catch a bus to Northshore, for whatever reason got a ride with Lisa D instead in an SUV, maybe a Jeep Cherokee. A man was in the passenger front seat and I was in the back seat passenger side. She thought maybe a tire had gone flat and did a sharp u-turn, the whole vehicle listed hard to the right like it might fall over but she just kept going and was seemingly driving on a flat tire. I thought she would stop and check it out but she kept driving to ?richard and shannon's?. Only it wasn't their place in Seattle...
we went in and I was looking for a bathroom, I went into what I thought was Lisa's old room but it was really different and R & S had taken it over but it was not like them, it was nice and clean although had a lot of stuff. I noticed something like a Blackberry on the table and considered stealing it thinking they wouldn't notice but realized it was too new and maybe plugged in to charge.

Dream 2 – I walked into a house through the “back” entrance, which was really a side entrance to the right of the front of the house, and it wound around into the front. Somehow I was in front again, and a girl that had been inside followed me out. I saw the front frame of the house wobble (it was like a movie set) and start to fall, there was no time to warn the girl the frame fell on her, right on her head. I went to her and held her to my chest and checked her head, there was a big flap of skin torn off and lower to the right was a cut. I may have passed her off to someone else to get some medical help.

Dream 3 – something about making a pact with a “sister” about “new behaviors”. We simultaneously walked through a double doorway that looked like two big black lockers side by side.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This relatively short dream disturbed me a bit. The situation was so unrealistic that this was one of the first times a dream scenario alone left me lucid.

I was in a train. It wasn't like a train I'd been on before; the layout was slightly different. It had a slimmer aisle in the middle, going down the length of the car, with a curtain-enclosed seating section on either side of this aisle. Both of these sections were probably ten feet long, and there were a few of them going down both sides; the sections were raised fifteen inches or so off of the aisle's level. The whole interior of the train was a burgundy colour scheme with orange and gold accents, which made it seem more upscale. As for the lighting, it was dim. Not eerily dim, but dim enough that one could assume at least half the lights in the aisle weren't working.

I walked into a section on the left hand side of the train, which contained two chairs facing a wall, and a single sliding-pane window edged with flat silver metal. Light poured in from the outside of this window, but I didn't see exactly what was on the other side of it.

I could tell some other people were walking down the aisle, and a man was sitting in the section on the opposite side of the hall, reading a paper. The majority of the people occupying the train were shadowy and dark, which was a first considering I could always see DC's faces and stuff. I couldn't even make out what they were wearing.

My vision was both in first-person and third-person at the same time. It wasn't like a split screen situation, and it wasn't like the two perspectives were superimposed on top of each other, either. It's as if I really was in two places at once. It's very difficult to explain.

Before I knew it, the lighting had dimmed even more. A man had suddenly appeared in the room I was in, right in front of me, and pinned me down right where the "x" in the drawing above is. I was now seeing exclusively in third-person, from the bottom of the curtain enclosing the room on the opposite side of the aisle. So, I was looking up at myself slightly, if you understand where I was looking from. I saw myself lying on my back, on the ground, my head coming out from the room and out over the aisle. The man was wearing dark gray and a ski mask, but for some reason I knew he had messy, slightly longer brown hair. He took out an axe; the handle was polished, cylindrical wood with probably only a 2-inch radius (very thin). The blade was very long, going outwards from the end quite a ways, and then became larger at the end. It was very sharp.

My viewpoint was still in third person, but as he took out the axe, it suddenly changed so that I was looking right up at him, looking past my own head from only a few inches back. The scene became a bit hazy. The man said, in a relatively normal-sounding but deeper voice, "when I kill you, you won't be able to tell them that I'm going to kill everyone else on this train".

I struggled, still watching myself from the same viewpoint as just described, and it was like fighting rubber and concrete combined. In the dream, I envisioned the axe coming down before it even happened, and just struggled harder. Within a few moments, the axe came down for good. I'd become lucid at that point - not super lucid - but it was enough to help me not freak out. Immediately the viewpoint changed, moving a few inches upwards, so I was finally looking through my own eyes, sitting there with no feeling whatsoever, except possibly numbness. I didn't feel the axe at all in my neck.

I laid there with the axe sitting in me, and it took a few instances to actually wake up.