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The Body Snatcher:
I’m at work and there is a horror movie scenario going in.
There is a body snatcher or imitator alien infecting my coworkers. Similar to gameplay I’ve been watching recently.
J from my old work group is upstairs in my current building.
He is acting off. I suspect him of being the body snatcher or affected by it.

Fragment:
I'm outside and there is an army invasion.
I have a vague understanding that the attackers are from the government, in other words, betraying the people.
It’s dark and scary. The army men look fit and uniformed in dark. Helmets cover their faces.

Moving:
A tall and friendly looking man wakes me up by putting his hand over my face.
I'm in my childhood home, the room on the left end of the hallway. My girlfriend is with me in the bed.
The room is empty apart from our mattress on the floor.
I tell the man that normally I would have freaked the fuck out, had he not done the same thing yesterday morning.
He also wakes my girlfriend this way. She gets up and starts to get ready right away.
I reflect that maybe I should wake her that way due to how effective it was.
I go downstairs and I'm now in what I know to be a middle school orientation day.
I walk past K and also B from marching band, who tells me a story about his dog and vet, while we ascend an escalator.
I get to a dorm-like room that apparently used to be where I stayed, but I am moving out for the next batch of kids.
The room is 90% bunk beds, with a narrow path between them.
I have a bottle of diet coke on my bed, and the new person has moved it to the top bunk.
He has put his coke zero bottle in its place.
There is a CRT monitor mounted to the wall, with voice activated ChatGPT.
My girlfriend’s mom is there and I want to show her how it works.
I ask ChatGPT what color its favorite dragon is.
It seems to address the question at first but then rambles off.
I justify that this GPT must be modified to be "hip with the kids" or something. The text is hot pink on the readout.
My girlfriend’s mom introduces me to a new packaging format for a fruit/protein drink.
It is 26oz and basically just two smaller ones merged together.
I tell here I should look into this.

Oops:
I wake up at my current home and realize I can't hold off from going to the bathroom.
I reflect that I should lay off the Metamucil. The bathroom is weirdly open to the outside on the right side.
It is also my childhood home's bathroom, not my current one.
There is more detail to this uh event, but I will not type it out here.

Before WBTB

Mount Grump:
I'm standing on a mountain, with the cliff to my left. The area resembles Pride Rock from The Lion King.
On the rock wall to my right, there is a slot hole. It appears that a hand would fit in there.
...
I'm trapped in a mountain cave.
...
I'm watching the Game Grumps play a modernized Donkey Kong 64.
They are controlling Squawks the bird from Donkey Kong Country 2.
Arin is having the bird shoot red pellets at wasps as they ascend a square-ish grassy area.
As he ascends, there are buttons he needs to shoot in a sequence.
Dan makes the comment: "This is soooo much better than the 2D original version!"
He also comments about being trapped in the mountain earlier.

After WBTB

Escape:
My friend B from back home is crawling through a vent. We are in a sort of manufacturing facility.
The vent has poisonous gas in it, so he is making a sacrifice for us.
He is trying to get a game cartridge. It might have been a Nintendo DS one.
...
Later I'm playing Pokemon with someone. The player has a "fat" Pikachu.
It's a regional exclusive Pokemon. It looks wide, sorta like Hey Arnold.


Pikachungus.
...
I'm stranded in a park-like area with my coworker H.
I believe the scene started off in a rocky-cave, but later transitioned to the field.
We aren't directly working together, but she has her own area off to my left.
At one point she has taken off her top, presumably to try and wave it around and grab attention.
I crane my neck so that I can see her, and I notice that her chest is different than I expected.
Not mad about it though.

Drinks:
I'm at a small bar with H from the Tots.
I notice there is some spilled water or beer on a hightop nearby.
There is also a karaoke setup off to my right.
The owner of the bar comes out and tells us that we can have the bar if we want it.
I start to imagine the possibilities, and the logistics of owning a bar.

Cancer:
I'm at a Doctor's office with my Dad.
He breaks the news that his brain inflammation has gotten bad.
And also that he has cancer.
I'm struck with grief. Frozen. Unsure what to say.
I slide down the wall I'm leaning against and sit on the ground.

Fragment:
I’m staying somewhere in a swamp-like area. Like a hotel.
There is a patio type spot with a bed so low to the ground that it is nearly level to the water.
I tell my girlfriend that we should have stayed in this room, but I know she wouldn't have wanted to deal with the water.


Swampland Hotel.

Firelord Putin:
Two Fire Nation brothers are coming towards me, leaping over tall buildings to get to me.
They want me to come see something.
They've invented something to find the Avatar.
It’s a big ATM-like machine. It beeps and boops and makes a confirmation sound, printing out a receipt.
Then another group of guys appears and questions what we are doing. We try to keep the info secret, but they know.
…
The Fire Lord and Zuko are giving a speech to the Fire Nation on a stage in front of a large crowd.
I’m in a large group including people from every nation. Tenzin from Legend of Korra is part of it.
The Fire Lord is talking about loyalty and exceptional individuals.
My group slowly sidles onto the stage and fills in behind the Fire Lord, catching him off guard.
I notice the Avatar is with us too.
When we come into the crowd’s view, the speech stops abruptly.
The adults are sent off to a room with the Fire Lord to discuss a treaty.
…
I’m now back in a regular hotel room, with J from high-school. I notice she has a small mustache.
We are sharing a bed, but more like a field trip way than a romantic one.
I start to unpack and setup the bed. There are about six people in the room.
…
Some of the group returns from the war room, and the situation has instead changed into us being the United Nations, and the Fire Lord being Vladimir Putin.
Somebody is telling us how the UN was grilling him about things like Area 51 and similar, and how he danced around the questions.

La Bamba:
A boy and a girl are fighting in a hallway.
The boy is looking for his sword, the girl has it. It is a double blade, with velcro holding it together.
...
The girl doesn't give the sword back to the boy.
It is night-time, with a blue-green feel to the scene.
The classroom is a portable pod, similar to the ones from my elementary school, but closer to the ground.
I'm in the scene now and notice the sword outside the classroom door.
...
I've returned to the classroom, and know that I am late.
It is a band room, with the regular odd variety of sounds coming from people warming up (or messing around).
I hear a violin, and notice how out of tune it is. I reason that, if I were to learn that instrument, I would suck at it for a time too.
M from the clarinets in high-school marching band starts to dance and play a "La Bamba" type tune in front of the group.
The teacher highlights him, and then the class joins in.

Summoning F:
I'm at my Grandma M's condo in the kitchen. There are a few of my family members there too.
I notice there is a game on the table relating to prospective memory.
I recall that I've been working on prospective memory for my lucid dreaming practice.
I perform a nose reality check and become lucid.
I try and summon F, but it doesn't work. I recall that sometimes it is easier to summon using a door.
I leave the kitchen and go to the laundry room, shutting the door behind me. I imagine F standing in the living room.
I open the door.
It works. She is there. Either my family is gone now, or I simply ignore them entirely.
I go over to start some naughty stuff. I feel the dream stability "shake" when we embrace, but it doesn't fall apart. I feel relieved about that.
...
I've lost lucidity by now. I'm in a downtown city area underneath a highway. I'm with F, looking for somewhere to continue.
I notice that there are cameras all over the bottom of the highway above us and tell her this is too public.
F is now a man wearing a trenchcoat, and the story changes such that he is my buddy cop partner or similar.

Rude:
I'm in an elevator filled with water in an inner tube. I'm with a bunch of other people also in inner tubes and wearing bathing suits.
This is some kind of ride at an amusement park. Over an intercom, a man announces that we will be racing the 1st years.
I get excited and sarcastically say outloud to the group "WE'RE GONNA CRUSH THOSE KIDS!"
One other person and me get pulled aside and removed from the race. Apparently this was unsportsmanlike conduct.

Nostalgia Band:
I'm in a highschool gym at indoor band practice. I'm a senior who will be graduating soon, so feeling nostalgic.
I walk over to our saxophone cases and join the group. I feel the familiar rush of uncertainty.
Where are we going? What are we doing? Gotta do it fast!
...
I'm with the same group, this time outside. We have our instruments and backpacks.
It's a grassy mountain hike, spiraly.
I see PK, a senior from my 2nd year. He is talking about burying time-capsules for future years.
There are already a lot of time capsules buried in the ground waiting to be opened.
...
We're in a large, cylindrical, dimly lit room now. There are pictures of previous band members along the wall.
My brother's picture gets pointed out. It is his picture from 1st or 2nd grade.

Sunny Day Lucid:
I'm in my childhood neighborhood on a sunny day.
I'm running through the backyards, with the grass being typical vivid dream green.
I have a sense of urgency to get somewhere soon.
There are some horses up ahead, stabled at somebody's house.
I'm on a garden path moving toward them. I try to leave the path to avoid alerting the horses, but I can't.
I eventually pass by them without a problem.
I stop and stand still, realizing that my childhood neighborhood and sunny days are some of my top dreamsigns.
I perform a nose reality check and I can breathe.
I check my hands and I have 4 fingers and a thumb. That's strange, shouldn't they be off in a dream?
I keep checking my finger and nose, and eventually conclude that I must be dreaming.
I try to summon somebody, but it doesn't work.
I feel the dream start to fade.

Party Memories:
I'm at a wedding party, but I don't know whose it is.
The party is being held at an outdoor venue, and it looks like a mixture of IM's (from the Tots) and MM's (from highschool) backyards.
It's night-time, and there is a hot tub on my right. I see BY from highschool in a full suit, and wonder if he got the memo that this was supposed to be casual.
There is a sliding door on the left, and it goes into the sitting room from my previous home.
I set up an area there, sort of "my spot" where I can feel less socially awkward, and gather up the people I know at the party.
...
I'm in a local bar called Cornish Pasty. I'm sitting at the bar with MW from highschool.
We're sitting where I sat a few months back with JV in waking life.
He's there because I am getting married soon.
MW tells me that there might be something in the mail for me, implying he's bought one of the wedding registry items.
I'm feeling awkward, looking for a conversation topic, when I remember that I was at his wedding party recently.
I bring it up, and he remarks how drunk everybody was, and how we are all singing.
I tell him I remember that, but I don't.

Stuck:
I'm waking up in my bed, and I remember that I had just returned to sleep from my 6hr/20m WBTB.
I do a nose reality check and I can breathe. I'm dreaming.
I'm in bed, but I can't move. I try to blink-teleport, imagining that if I can just change the dream scene I'll regain my movement naturally.
So, I close my eyes and imagine a vast blue ocean.
I open my eyes.
Nothing changes, still stuck.
The dream fades and I wake briefly.

Loki and Oreo:
I false awake into my bed again, knowing to reality check.
I'm lucid again, but still can't move.
This time I try something else. I imagine my old Doberman Loki (rest is peace, he was the best boy).
The idea is that he will jostle the bed enough to kick my body into gear.
I call for him "Loki! Are you here?" and he comes bounding into the bedroom and jumps into the bed.
He, of course, lays down next to me because he always was a big lazy boy.
He looks up at me, inquisitive as ever with his dopey eyes and large snoot. He looks so real. I laugh, and wonder if my girlfriend can hear me laughing in waking life (I asked later, she could not).
My plan worked, when Loki jumped on me, that was enough to give me my movement back.
I looked back down, and now Loki had changed into a different childhood pet.
My longhair black and white cat, Oreo (also rest in peace, she was top-gangsta thug).
I get out of bed and say "C'mon! Let's go!" and Oreo gracefully leaps off the bed to follow me.
I see her characteristic "gangsta-prowl" as she moves and marvel at how well my brain is recreating my old pets.
Finally I leave the bedroom and realize that I should stabilize the dream soon, worried that it might fade.
The dream is a near-perfect recreation of my house, but it has blue hue to it.
Otherwise, the best way I can describe it is "thin". I think to myself, maybe I am low on REM sleep.
I start to narrate what I am doing as I do it "I'm walking in my hallway, I'm stabilizing the dream, I'm touching the walls..."
It occurs to me that I need to spend less time in my own head, or the dream is going to fade.
I make a concerted effort to engage with the environment, and not internalize too much.
As is tradition at this point, I lick the wall to help stabilize. It tastes like wall.
All this seems to help a bit, but I believe that I was simply low on REM, so the dream was going to be unstable no matter what.
Then I remember that it was the last night of competition, and I had defined some goals.
I recall my first goal of the three-step is to "summon" and then "ask for advice" so I go to summon Jordan Peterson.
But wait, I changed my mind earlier on the plan. I struggle to remember, but then I do.
During my WBTB 20 minutes, I decided instead that I would summon Daniel Love, because he would be able to assist me with a teleport.
I start to imagine Daniel Love in my house. I call out to him "Daniel! Are you here? Daniel?"
For a moment, no response.
But then a head pops out from behind a door down the hallway on the right, where the bathroom is.
"Yeah yeah I'm here!" he says, a bit flustered.
But, before I can ask him for advice on teleporting, the dream fades out.

Onesie Catte:
I'm with my friend D and my brother in my childhood basement bedroom.
We are crowded around my computer, discussing going over to D's house.
There's some concern that my sister M will feel left out.
...
We're at an apartment closer to what modern day D's looks like.
Something bad has happened and we are having a discussion in the living room.
I'm feeling cold, so two of D's cats come over. One is wearing a onesie.
I attempt to recall the names of his cats, but I can't.
The onesie cat lays down on me and I feel warm.
...
I'm walking outside, either to school or from school.
The path doesn't seem familiar, rather, it looks like a summer version of the path from the movie A Christmas Story.
There are a group of kids playing a sport off behind a fence on my left.
The national anthem has started to play, and I sing along.
Someone nearby gets on my case about not having my hand over my heart.
While singing, I debate whether my allegiance should really be to the flag, given how the past few years have gone.
...
I'm in a past living place. This time, a condo my family briefly lived in while our home was having work done on it.
My Mom is there, and she is working on fixing the sound system on the entertainment center.
She has no clue what she is doing. She's holding a speaker and trying to unfold some plastic wings on it.
Without embarrassing her too much, I try to steer her away from the system with tact.
...
I'm now playing Super Mario 64 on the TV with my family watching.
There is some kind of new game plus, where the levels are slightly modified.
I'm at the secret Peach Slide from the early game, and there is a group of coins spelling out "Congratulations!" or something similar at the start.
...
Now the family is in the kitchen and we are discussing a movie we recently went to see.
The kitchen is a mixture of the condo and my Great-Grandma's/Grandma M's.


You have been visited by Onesie Catte. Say "Meow Meow Onesie Catte!" for good fortune.

Coffee Splash:

I'm in a long square-like room, sort of like a trailer.
My Grandpa R has just died, and his casket is on display.
I keep thinking that the body is going to stand up.
Highly emotional feelings. My Dad is there with me.
We're tasked to set the casket aflame in some ritual and we are hesitating to do it.
Later in this process the casket goes down a serpentine system of pipes into fluid.
...
Later I am in a huge banquet hall-like building, with a theater attached.
I'm walking over to a concessions stand. I find a couple of fruits with barcode stickers and try to scan them.
A woman nearby says that this cannot be bought, even though the scan goes through.
...
I've come home to my current garage. There is a small circular folding table setup.
My laptop is setup there, and my brother has an identical one setup for him next to it.
My sister is with us as well.
I'm having an argument with my brother. He thinks I'm being too easy-going, and not allowing our sister to mourn.
This makes me angry, because I want to deal with grief my own way.
I notice a cold mug of coffee on the table, and I splash it in his face.
Trying to remove myself from the situation, I start to pick-up and leave.
My brother grabs my laptop's power cord, preventing me from going.
I wake up angry.

Shooting for the Girl:

I'm on a roadtrip with my girlfriend, her mom, and a young guy.
The guy is a friend of my girlfriend's mom, and I suspect that she is positioning him as my replacement.
I'm checking out at the counter, buying some snacks. I pay for the guy's food, trying to be cordial.
He seems to appreciate it, not outwardly trying to steal my girlfriend. He is friendly.
We leave and head outside. We are driving a large semi-truck.
A middle-eastern looking man follows us outside and seems angry.
He points out that I'm carrying wrappers, and going to make a mess in the car.
I notice a dumpster nearby and try to basketball-shoot the crumpled wrappers into it.
My shot is miserable. Embarrassed, I pick-up the clump and place it in the dumpster.
I'm worried that bad shot just affected my chances against the guy.

Game Night:

I'm playing a Yu-Gi-Oh inspired card game with my girlfriend.
Taking just a couple turns, I've already cleared her side of cards and attacking her life points.
The values on the cards are in the single digits.
...
Later I'm playing a mid-generation Pokemon game.
Looks like it might have been DS or 3DS era, with animated 2D sprites.
I'm controlling a Magneton, except it is made from four Magnemites instead of the usual three.
I use an attack called Tetraelectro Blast or something similar.
The animation has four distinct stages with accompanying sound.
Basically, it looks accurate to the games.
...
I'm in a Yu-Gi-Oh duel with someone in a large empty warehouse.
The atmosphere is dark and foreboding.
We have fully 3D virtual monsters, like in the show.
My opponent has summoned the Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon.
But it is multiplying. Four heads. Five heads. Six heads...
It's the Blue-Eyes Ultimate Hydra now.
The entire warehouse is filled with the oppressively huge heads and necks of the monster.
This monster gets so comically large that I'm nearly trapped by the slithering necks moving around me.
I see a light on my left side. I duck by one of the snaking necks and escape.


The Blue-Eyes Ultimate Hydra. Made with Bing Image Creator AI.

False Awakening:

I wake up and start telling my girlfriend about the Blue-Eyes Ultimate Hydra.
She has put a couple Monster Energy drinks on the foot of the bed for me.
My room is perfectly rendered, down to the real-life detail that my girlfriend is up early for an important work meeting.
I go over to the bathroom and look in the mirror.
I see that my eyes are large and white, with the pupils faded like a blind person's.
I start to freak out and wonder what is wrong!
The eyes correct themselves after I blink a few times.

Learning to Drive:

It's night and I'm leaving a game night at JM's (Tots) house.
I'm with EP from highschool combination rackets. Her dad is coming to pick us up.
The car is a beat up old Expedition. We sit in the back.
...
We get to EP's home and it is a small condo/apartment. It's dirty as well.
I see a large smartwatch adhered to the wall, meant to act as a regular wall-clock.
There is a bag of fast food on the ground. It might have been Firehouse Subs.
...
Later I'm downtown somewhere that reminds me of Las Vegas. I'm near a parking structure stairwell.
My girlfriend's Dad is supposed to meet us at a restaurant soon.
There is some sort of event related to car sustainability going on.
...
I'm at my high-school parking lot.
I've just bought a brand new car, but my Dad is in the driver's seat.
I'm very annoyed that he is trying to drive it before I do, so I ask him to give up the spot to me.
He does, but when I get in, I notice that he has only partially moved out of it.
He is sitting in the passenger seat, but his left leg is still under the wheel.
I'm struggling to fit in the driver's seat, and my Dad is struggling to fit in the passenger seat.

Mother Eater:

I'm on a gloomy, dark, rainy street.
There is a monster down the way. It has eaten a sort of mother figure.
...
There is a cave area, with three couples of people together.
The monster is there and the couples are giving up to it.

Searching the School:

I'm walking quickly through my highschool with an unexplained sense of urgency.
I'm looking for someone.
I see one of my old roommates from college in the stairwell. I go up and down different stairwells at different parts of the building in my search.
I pass an old classroom of mine, and one of my old English teachers from back then, Mrs. F.

Musical Arms:

I'm with my Mom, brother, and some others in a small music practice room.
We are oriented specifically on the floor, sitting down.
My Mom has me move to a slightly different position.
I'm now near the front.
We are playing music together. There was a specific tune.
Mom is struggling to explain, so my brother, somewhat begrudgingly, helps her.
...
I'm outside now, at a marching band visual rehearsal. I'm at the secondary parking lot from highschool where we used to rehearse.
My blanket is stuck between some mud and cracks in the concrete. I'm trying to pull it free.
ZW from highschool marching-band, is calling me out for being weak. I feel embarrassed.
But somebody else behind me says that rotator cuff surgery is a serious surgery, so obviously weakness is expected.

Working Recovery:

I'm at work, outside, on the garden path between buildings.
NH from high-school marching band is there.
He has some kind of injury to one arm and to one leg.
The injuries, are exceptionally gory, like stumps where the hand and foot should be.
NH seems like he is in a good mood regardless.
...
I'm on the production floor, but the office cube area is reversed from left/right and under construction.
There is a tarp that goes over all the cubes, indicating that they are inaccessible.
...
Later I'm with NH at a back-area of the production floor.
His injuries seem to be lesser now, with just bruised limbs where the stumps once were.

WBTB:
I woke up after about 7.5 hours of sleep (11PM to 630AM) and then stayed up for about 45 minutes before going to sleep on the couch for a morning nap.

False Awakening:

I'm at home and taking out the trash. I notice that there are a few more trash/recycle cans than there should be. About 4 or 5 against the expected 2.
I do a nose-RC and become lucid. I recall the 'pre-flight check' from Daniel Love's book, so I decide to attempt that.
I say outloud "this is a dream, nothing is real, nothing can hurt me."
I look around the yard, trying to interact and stabilize the dream.
But this only lasts a few seconds or so, and the world fades.
I vaguely recall trying to fit my hands into some kind of gardening pot by the front door or side of the house.
...
I 'wake up' on the couch, and my family is there. Dad, sister, brother, and my friend DR.
We are taking turns playing a VR game, where the perspective of the person playing the game shows on the TV.
...
Later I'm in a different room, with pillars on four sides and 'open concept' entry ways.
I'm struggling with some straps on the VR setup for my arms.
There were also two different sizes for the VR goggles, and a smaller one fits me better.

Recorded at 940AM.

Went to bed around 12:00AM.

Social Learning:
My girlfriend and I are at a show. Reminds me of where I saw a comedian recently.
We were seeing Game Grumps live.
I see Arin sarcastically running through the crowd giving people high-fives and think how stupid those people are for being excited.
But then he comes my way and I put my arms up, and I touch his finger. I get super excited, and think I get it now.
At some point during the show the seating is gone and there are people sitting on the ground, with some tents set up at several points.
My girlfriend and I tried to sit together but we ended up separated due to some social convention.
She is further back, due to said social pressure.
...
Later we are in an upper level area, maybe it was some sort of after party.
It vaguely reminds me of my Grandma M's patio/garden.
E from highschool marching band is there, and she looks older than I remember her.
There is a documentary about WW2 on, and she gets visibly uncomfortable because she is German.
The documentary is talking about how the war is over, but beware because evil tends to stick around.
I can recall dropping my headphones several times and then trying to pick them up, but then they were inside the documentary and I couldn't.
They are the white Bose NC700s that I no longer use.
...
At some point the dream has transitioned into more of a comic-book theme.
Captain Marvel is there, but he is a guy.
We are on a spaceship.
Captain Marvel changes into Superman, and teleports away.
Somebody else explains that he was teleported away because he didn't have a real super power.
I argue with this person and tell him that super-strength is definitely a super-power.
My landlord is present and for some reason I need to change clothes in front of him.
I'm hesitant, but he tells me I have done it before and it isn't a big deal.

Recorded at 7:03AM.

Slime Time:
I'm in a first person shooter game, where my weapons is my hand throwing green slimeballs.
The graphics are similar to that of Psychonauts 2.
I can recall thinking at the time that the person playing should aim a bit lower that they want the ball to land.
I'm now watching somebody else play the game.
The player is trying to hit green slime monsters with the slimeball.
The player makes the adjustment I am thinking about and starts to land hits.

Recorded at 7:09AM.

420 words for the night.