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08.18.2012

Pink Flag with White Dot (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a school building, most likely High School. I don't even know the name, and I try my best to find out without asking the people around me. I felt that if they are trying to hide the name, that asking them would be rude. I'm next to a blonde female, who looks a lot like my Chemistry 102 tutor before she graduated.

The school walls are made of brown bricks, everywhere. It's the most basic and dull style there is. It's hard to tell if there's a roof or not, it looks like a really faded canary kind of color. Maybe there wasn't a roof at all, maybe the sky had some kind of weird faded gold-ish color to it. The whole atmosphere was saturated with this type of color, it felt so real, the people, the materials on the wall, everything.

I stand around a bit, desperately trying to find some kind of logo or something, school uniforms, sports outfits, etc., ANYTHING that has a name of it. Nothing at all! What is up with the name of the High School not showing up anywhere? I tried to calm down since there's no way I would ask these people what's the High School name if they go through so much to hide it.

Even in abstract dream logic, I'm still thoughtful of these people....loool.

I see there's a pink flag hanging away from me at 1-3 feet, and maybe 10 feet above me. It's just a pink flag with a white dot on it, and it's hanging diagonally like any basic flag with a small pole holding it on a wall. Then I decided to check the back of the shirt of the blonde female next to me. Her back was slightly facing me, and I knew there was another dream character to the left of me. He was tall, probably blonde as well, but I didn't pay too much attention to him.

I looked at the tag at the back of the blonde female's really close, I zoom onto her neck, without trying to make myself look like a creep, and I finally see some kind of wording.

"PPW," in fact, It was lined up to be started from the top, and then would go diagonally to the right. It was just a tag, but noticing this subtle detail on how it's laid out amazes me when I'm recalling this dream. Anyway, at some point, this same blonde female is going somewhere, and I'm following her as well.

Seems she's headed for a class, and the whole environment changes according to that. There's a white floor, basic white lighting on the ceiling. I'm trying to find where the teacher is, and it's a female voice for sure, sounds like someone who's maybe in their late 40s or so. Turns out the teacher sits in the middle of the class, probably to emphasize on interacting with the students or something I guess.

I think she's blonde too, kind of, and she's wearing a thin layered clothed black jacket. She's wearing some kind of shirt with a shade of green, maybe swamp-ish kind of green. She's also wearing long Khaki pants, and as for the shoes, I'm not so sure.

She's holding a book with her left hand, and she's looking down and reading whatever it is from the text. The blonde female I followed sits down, and I try to find a spot quickly. I could tell the teacher knew I was here, I could see that she used her peripheral vision, and she went back to reading the book without any kind of pause in her speech at all.

I guess that was my confirmation that I should go ahead and find a seat, and I looked around quickly for one. I decided to sit behind the blonde. I noticed she's wearing a black sports jacket now instead of the pink sports uniform shirt. Maybe she covered it up with the jacket, don't know.

As I'm sitting down, there's one dream character that looks fairly young, maybe 14 years of age, probably a little less than that. He's wearing a gray shirt and I can't pick out the pants he's wearing. He's fairly dark-skinned, and has black curly hair. He's trying to understand some problem, but continues to portray that he cannot comprehend anything on the matter.

I didn't know what it was they were talking about in the classroom, so I just stayed quiet and paid attention to how others would react to each other. There was one guy that's diagonally to the right of him writing down notes fairly quick.

The dude in the gray shirt asks that same guy some question related to whatever is projected on the screen, and the guy writing down the notes gets irritated saying that what he's doing is real, something along those lines.

I noticed that when we was saying that, he's holding a yellow folder, close to be golden, and it has paper stacked inside of it. He was waving it up and down, probably a form of sublimating his irritation with the question the guy in the gray shirt asked him. The guy taking the notes was wearing a white polo shirt, had slightly spiky black hair as well.

After that fiasco ended, I can't remember what happens next.

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08.18.2012

Good Kitty (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

For some reason, I'm suddenly a potty-mouth towards my mother, and I don't even feel concerned about it for the first few sporadic sayings at her. She starts repeating what I say to my father, and I eventually said to myself quietly,

"Shut the fuck up."

Where did that come from?!?!?!

She still was able to hear me, and repeats it to my father. I screamed at her,

"NO, I DIDN'T SAY THAT AT ALL!!!!"

My father comes out, and he looks at me and says something to me that I shouldn't forget the $1,500 he's putting in for my tuition.

LOL. Okay...........

I just take what he says without saying anything, what a complete lie.

Am I really this bloody stupid to not do a reality check?

After things cool down, I still feel heated up, the dream shifts to where I'm resting on some sofa with a black and white cat. It's very close to me, and I start rubbing it, feeling at peace each time. It's enjoying how I'm scratching under it's neck gently, having its eyes closed, and the form of its mouth almost resembling a smile.

I rub the cat on the head again, feeling how fragile this thing is compared to me. I continued doing this probably for the rest of the dream because I can't remember anything else.

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08.18.2012

Electrical Boxes and Aunt (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember the vehicle I'm inside with some random people completely stops, and to fix this, we had to insert electrical boxes that don't look anything that belongs in a vehicle's engine. Two boxes were needed in order to fuel up this vehicle, and I think I was the one who inserted them.

At first, I did it wrong, but that was corrected quickly, and then there's another dream shift where we have to get new boxes. Robert Ri'chard shows up, and is apparently an employee for the random Auto shop we're in. I can't remember the exact details on the work uniform he's wearing, but I do remember that the main colors are: Red, yellow, and black, and maybe orange.

Then I realize we're inside of a garage, well, a work garage for the auto shop. Pretty dull place if you ask me, but I can't really expect much from a place that would have a lot of dirty work from grease in the first place.

There's another dream shift where I see the back of the vehicle, and I'm probably 10 feet away from it. I seem to be eating something, and it's on a vanilla colored ceramic plate. Seems to be Spanish rice, or dirty rice, I just know the rice is yellow, and I'm eating something else with it, probably chopped up chicken breasts. It tastes pretty decent, and I continue eating this for a while, even though I don't see any signs of this food actually decreasing lol.

Infinite Food!

A lady wearing a red shirt, and a yellow long dress skirt....think of the stereotype of a Hispanic lady with a fruit bowl on top of her head.

Now just exclude the fruit bowl, bam, that's imagery for you!

She was a really nice lady, very enthusiastic. She was dark-skinned, and I could swear she looks a lot like my father's sister. The more I think about it, she really did look like her. She had black long hair tied up from the back. The same eyes, nose, lips...........


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Maybe it's just me being in a suggestive mood.

Anyway, she comes with a plate with food on it. It looks like Scrambled eggs and some red beans. She puts some on my plate, even though I didn't want any of it.....wow, another characteristic just like the waking life counterpart....always eager to put more food on my plate....

*sigh*

I decided I might as well eat it, since if this really is the waking life counterpart, she would be able to cook well. I take a small sample of the egg, and it tastes pretty good. I could taste some of the salt mixed in with the cooked yolk. It gave off a distinct feature, a little bitter, but that's what made the egg taste amazing!

I spend the rest of the dream eating this food, even though I'm sure it wasn't going to run out in the first place.

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08.18.2012

Oneironaut Zero's Typos (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can only remember seeing O try to make a legible post, but judging by the typos, he was probably in a hurry for something.

I can't even remember the words on the post because it was really hard to comprehend. The post was related to a thread where someone had a question, probably a personal one related to waking life.

I do remember some signs there like:

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but that's all I can remember.

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08.18.2012

Alyzarin & Golden Edit (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember communicating with Alyzarin somehow, and she told me a solution to how I didn't like the quality of webcam pictures I would save for myself. She said that if I used some feature called "Golden --------------," that it would enhance the quality of my pictures, so that needing an actual camera wouldn't be necessary.

I tried it out on a sample picture, but I couldn't really see much of a difference, however, the picture was saturated with a type of golden aura.

Too bad I didn't know what the other part of the word was.....Golden-------------....this really bothers me not knowing.

This morning I activated my sight during an OBE and saw my first entity.
I had like one and a half obes today. It goes like this:
I wake up with my hand on my face. It is covering my right eye and some of my left. I move my hand but the “hand” on my face doesn’t move. I move my hand some more and realize whatever that is on my face and blocking my vision (which was very hazy) was not my hand. I look with my left eye at my hand. It’s transparent. I figure I am my astral self. I look at my hand some more and move it until I am back to my physical body. I then induce another obe. Right before I reach the waves of vibrations, I hear a single voice of a man. He sounds very nice. I can understand him word for word and listen to him. He speaks as if from an audio book. As I am going through vibrations, he talks about obes. He speaks about it in great detail. He then starts giving me tips as I feel myself float up. I did not intend to leave the room. Instead I wanted to gain my astral sight. So once I was out of body, I dropped back down to bed level so I could attempt opening my eyes. As I floated down the voice told I was going to encounter something. He told me not to fear and that nothing could hurt me. He said, and I quote, to “do something silly”. Once level to the bed I open my eyes. Again I see the thing I thought was my hand. Whatever it was, it blocked most of my vision. What I could see was very hazy. I took my hands and tried to pull the thing off. It was like one huge eyelid. It was very hard to pry open and it would only stay open as long as I held it. When I let go it would cover my right eye and some of my left. After pulling at that for a few seconds. I saw the being the voice told me I would meet. It stood several feet from the bed and was about my height. It was pink. It was a pink humanoid blob. I was like whoa! Instead of projecting love or whatever like they tell you to, I made my hand into a gun. Not an actual gun but a imaginative gun with my fingers. I pointed my fingers at the pink thing and started to shoot at it. It returned the action by pointing its own arms at me and began shooting. We had are own little pretend shoot-out. Once I saw the pink blob bring up its arm I thought at it “haha good luck with that”

1: was in a car with me, a woman, a guy, and a kid we stopped at this trailer park next to a bunch of donkeys in a field and a pond. further from the pond was a mountain. we rented a trailer and this guy gave me a gold ring and told me to keep it. I just remembered, the ring was chained to two other rings and I thought "that's impossible" and then the gold ring turned into a watch with a bunch of white crystals on the underside of it. Not sure if it was a watch or a bracelet. The woman was talking to the owner of the trailer and I think she had an affair with the guy in the truck, not sure. There was also a dead body in the truck, it was another kid and he had a pink tu-tu on.

2: i then teleport to this snowy place on a broken down bridge. im with a girl and we play rock, paper, scizzors. I win. I throw her into the creek that has rapids flowing down it. I come across an old fort filled with people. some kind of cult where women have to marry and have children.In this dream I was a female in third person. I am a male in real life. Very odd.

3: This one is cool. I was on an alien planet with a bunch of tanks and soldiers and weaponry. Very futuristic. Some sort of alien aircraft is hovering over a frozenlake, (something else happened before I shot it down, I think we went closer to the lake or something. I remember one of the soldiers saying it was a scout.) I shoot it down I teleport again, same dream different landscape. Mountains and desert, alien city and I keep getting a sense something is following me. I run into an alien building that is fortified. An explosion happens outside, I have no weapons but I go outside. I teleport again to a cave, same dream. An alien sniper thing shows up and he can go invisible. I have thermal and I still don't see him. I make my way outside. Mountains with with greenery everywhere, ocean next to the mountain. I go to the ocean. A guy shows up in a monster truck that can float across water and some hovercraft, I begin to shoot them and the dream ends.

4: I find myself in a forklift in a quarry with a bunch of tanks. I flip on of the tanks with my forklift. We all get out and go to the side of the quarry where there are rocks and boulders I now have long pink and green hair that is very "poofy" this guy keeps saying it looks terrible, I keep trying to adjust it, he still doesn't like it. dream ends.The people in this dream were crazy. One of them was VERY small, like 4 feet tall or something. They kept trying to climb up the quarry mountainside.

5: I find myself at a talent show with a bunch of kids. a guy is playing some orchestra song whistling with his nose. he had one finger closing his other nostril. We all start trying to mess him up by playing our instruments real loud. Some guy thinks a tobacco pipe is an instrument. I wake up.

This is the most dreams I've had in one night and they were all extremely weird.

02.09.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Not really keep track on the recall thing lately...still had to worry about waking up early before going to the Biology Lab before 8 AM...and that is something I CANNOT be late for (there's no way in hell I'm taking the make-up, I WILL NEVER DO THAT....that's a fucking pain I hear to do).

Dream 1:

I was walking outside somewhere, probably just walking about obliviously like I do in my non-lucids. The environment is too hard for me to describe, everything is probably in small gaps.

I see a blonde DC, she looks like the same build of a girl I normally sit in front of Biology lecture. She was wearing a pink shirt, and a jacket over it too I believe. Her chest was flat, if my memory isn't being a tease.



She was kind of cute, but something in my mind, I was concerned because she looked a little TOO young for me, in fact, she looked like she was 14 or something.

I look at her, and she smiles at me...I don't know what I did after that, BUT I believe the dream skips to where I see her again, and she tells me, "You finally found me," with a smile on her face.

She really looked like she was genuinely smiling at me. I started to follow her, and we were walking near somewhere standing behind a short line or something. I see another blonde who is sitting on the floor in front of us to the right.

She looks at me and the blonde DC weirdly, as if she thought we were a couple, but I didn't bother to worry about it too much.

Then I see a quick image of Alyzarin, apparently she's a moderator of DV because I swore I saw a post saying she moved some thread.

I'm not sure if I saw this image flash of Alyzarin's avatar WITH the blonde DC that looked like she was the same age as me, just that her body composition looked a little too young (and now that I think about it, I would've probably done the "Ignore Test" to see if it was a random DC if I was lucid...and I would probably ask if she was Alyzarin, everything just felt like that would've been a possibility).

I know I had more dreams, but I can't remember the key points since I kind of slept abruptly this time, can't even jot down notes.

Usually I remember after I calm my mind, but I don't have that luxury right now....6:55 AM, better get ready to get to the building for lab at 7:30 AM, and cram study for the quiz since I didn't feel like studying for it last night (just so much shit that I feel wouldn't be on the quiz even if I did study).

30.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took an afternoon nap, I wanted to just sleep for an hour starting at around 1:40-2 PM, woke up to the alarm that I set for 3 PM I believe, but then I slept again and woke up at around 5PM.

Spoiler for Insight on what I did before sleeping...:

All of these dreams were realistic, and again, I did not check to see if I was dreaming. I even did some weird stuff that would be abnormal to do in reality, but I just went with the flow.

And you know how when you walk around in a dream, and you walk for a decent amount of time, which should allow you to test your surroundings? Like you suddenly stop and question everything, but I didn't do that.

The last dream was just freaking crazy.

I remember the things I did like crazy, the people's expressions, almost all of them were positive towards me, even if I assumed that they were trying to be mean.

And the recall from these dreams, I don't know how I can still remember them, but that's a good thing no? Guess the image association is getting better and better for me now.

The amount of detail may be a bit abnormal to some, but it's thanks to me adding images to my dream journals that has helped me hold large details in a specific image or set of images in my head until I need to type/write them later on.

I think remembering dream senses are also helping me develop longer recall of these dreams.

KAOMEA, thanks for suggesting that I do focus on other dream senses (even though I knew about it for a while now, you just convinced me to go back to it again ).

Dream 1: Walking up to Random Apartment

This is probably just a dream fragment but, I remember walking upstairs somewhere to go to a room. I remember a bowl of crackers with peanut butter in them stacked around some area of this apartment.



I can't remember much for that one.

Dream 2: Leaving Class

The dream starts out from me being in class, and the teacher was giving instructions on how to play this game. Apparently it was suppose to be a simulation on surviving some kind of attack, and we were all given individual statistics on a card lined up with a specific trait (like how much you were likely to survive something or doing something).



It was basically like a role playing game where you could upgrade, but in real life. He was explaining the different parts, and I saw that a number that I remembered the most was "16". The person to the right of me had the number "25."

I was a little concerned because I found that other people had values higher than mine, but I didn't say anything but worry a little bit.

Then the teacher was done explaining and saying that he'll see us all tomorrow. But overall, the day felt like a Friday, so I wanted to tell him that, but I kept quiet.

The whole class was quiet too, and then the teacher caught himself and apologized and then said that he'll see us on Monday. Then as I head out, I see a DC that looks exactly like my Uncle.

He was wearing a striped dress shirt with short sleeves that was blue overall with different shades of blue. It seemed he had his hair trimmed a little bit.

I look at him and he looks at me, and he's smiling at me. I go up to him to shake hands with him and he's like "Hey, man!" with a positive tone. After we talked for a few more seconds, he had to go to the bathroom. He didn't tell me, but he had to leave and I turned back to see where he was going.

I keep going, and the place I'm in has brown brick walls to it, and brown tiled floors too. There was a few bright yellow-ish lighting in the area.

I go further and further from the initial point in the dream and find that my cousins came out of one of those small areas you see in Supermarkets that would have a Starbucks, McDonalds, etc.



I go up to them, and they recognized me. There are 3 of them. I shook hands with two of the guys, and hugged the female. I don't remember what I asked them, but I hanged around with them a little bit before leaving them as well.

Dream 3: Starbucks look-a-like Store


Now I'm outside, and I go to this area that seems to be selling deserts and other sugary things. It seemed to be like a Starbucks-look-a-like, but from what I remember, the place had small shades of red to it.

It was like being in a Circus almost, with the striped and slanted coverings in case it rained. There were several sections of this large place outside. It had sections for deserts and other things.

There were places to sit as well. There were stools with tables, or just tables with chairs to them. I believe the chairs, stools, and tables had different shades of red to them, and even some pink to them as well.



I see a Black female DC who was pretty young, she looked a lot like the girl from "Everybody Hates Chris." For some odd reason, I assumed that she was a relative of mine.



I greeted her I think and she does the same, and I asked her what I wanted from the Menu that I could barely read. I also asked if I could have a Vanilla Milkshake, and she said "Of course! Of course we have that!" with a happy tone.

Then I see a used Vanilla Milkshake on another table, and I see the Starbucks logo on it, and the small details of it like the small linings on the back for the employees to write down what the order was.



It was quarter-filled with Vanilla Milkshake (or Vanilla Bean Frappuccino for you addicts).

Then the same girl gives me a phone that seems to be some new slim version of a Blackberry. It was really slim and thin. It had a rotating scroll that was flat (like a small disk placed on top of the phone that you could move around with your thumb in a circular motion).



At first I thought this was a toy, but apparently the place gives free phones. So I'm playing around with this phone a little, looking at the small features it presented (it was a new phone that was in a small plastic package).

Then the girl was sitting down with me for a little while before going up to tell the others what my order was. She was telling me that I could give her something better. She said she was selling an XBOX for $99.

I took some time to bask in that price, and then to make sure, I asked her "For an XBOX 360?" She says yes, and then I started to think about it.

Then to the right of me, I swore I sensed another DC at another table was trying to listen at our conversation, but I didn't want to look back, I just had the DC with my peripheral vision while talking to the girl.

Then I believe I wanted order more stuff from the Menu, and I said that it won't be a problem since I could afford it. I was looking at my wallet, and it resembled the one I have in waking life. There was some money in it, but I didn't pull it out completely to to see if I had a certain amount of dollars.

Then I told her that for the XBOX 360 price, I said I'll think about it I believe, and she leaves to probably go finalize the order for whatever I ordered.

Then when she's gone, for some odd reason, I'm pissed that she's telling me that she's selling an XBOX 360, I was complaining how that's the price range everyone gives (even though I haven't seen an XBOX 360 that would be in good condition for that much however).

I can't remember anything else from that dream. I probably was just waiting at the table for my food order to come in.

Dream 4: In Class or Seminar and Going To Lunch

Before I start talking about what I experienced in this dream, I just want to mention that I had the opportunity to get lucid because I was walking to lunch long enough to where I'm wondering where I am to do an RC. But this was another vivid dream that I took for reality.

I'm sitting in class, the seats we were sitting in were just fold-able seats without mini desk to rest your hands on. All of the chairs were white, and I was sitting at the front row at the top right corner. The carpet was dark blue with small bits of other colors that didn't dominate the overall color though.

There where white boards on walls almost on every side. (The boards that you can use markers on and wipe with an eraser, and they had the small extension on the bottom to put the markers or erasers on for later use).



A lecturer, who I believe was female was talking about something I didn't remember too much on. She was fairly dark-skinned, but I didn't pay too much to her facial features, I was just listening to her.

After she was done talking, she asked a question on who wants to get an extra +16 points if they wore some pink coat or shirt if they were in Nursing or something (If you remember from the second dream above this one, I had the number "16" on a card, but now a DC is saying the word sixteen this time).

Then I realized I raised my hand for the wrong reasons, I'm not pursuing Nursing nor am I interested in it. But I didn't freaking care, I just raise it until she picks me. The classroom of DCs started to go "Awwwwwwwwwww" in a sad tone.

I then realized that the classroom mostly consisted of females. If I had paid attention to the females around me instead of using peripheral vision, some would've been familiar DCs of people I knew and saw in High School.

Then I wore the Pink Jacket and everyone left class (there wasn't a bell ringing, so I assumed this was College, but it had mixes of High School elements to it).



Everything now is in Third-Person Perspective. I'm seeing the back of myself walking with my upper body slightly slanted, as if I was walking like a caveman for a while, but I think I straightened myself up quickly.

I'm on the top floor of the building that I'm in. I guess my intention was to go to lunch now. So I keep moving forward to get to the double doors (the ones you push the small and horizontal bar to open the door).

Then I go down the stairs a little bit, and I stopped a little bit to look around the place. I hold on to the railing of the stairs, and I look down to see that the stairs were structured like they were going to rotate until you reached the bottom floor.


This meant that there was a gap in between when you started turning (you know how you can see the other set of stairs by glancing from above? It was like that).

(It's hard to see in that picture, but you can see there's a big gap between the swirling stairs where you can look down at the bottom floor)


The gap was big enough for me to jump down to save more time instead of walking all the way down these sets of stairs (but in reality, you wouldn't want to jump that far down because of obvious reasons). I reached the bottom floor in a few seconds, and then I hear two DCs talking to each other as they're going down the stairs.

They were in the Corp Cadet attire that people wore at my University (only if you were in the Corp). One was a black DC who was in my Biochemistry Introductory course my first semester in college.



He was with his friend who had Corp attire as well, I just assume it was his friend, I didn't pay attention because I was busy jumping through the the gap to get to the bottom floor. The guy was trying to sing a song along with his friend, but it felt like they couldn't get the lyrics right.

So they ended up laughing and stopped singing the song. I'm at the bottom floor, and the flooring was white with very tiny spots of black to it. It resembled the area at Mayde Creek High School that was near the cafeteria.

Then I realize I'm wearing a Yellow Jacket now instead of the Pink one that was given to me for free, and I was also wearing a dark Violet shirt. I thought to myself that I was wearing complimentary colors for like a split second and just kept walking.



I go to the Cafeteria of this random environment mixing in several elements of High School and other places. I picked the shortest line. The place was structured to where there were holders attached where you could slide your trays and wait for the Cafeteria people give you what you wanted.



I peeked over at the selections they had, and looked at other lines that were waiting for other food. I saw more appealing food on the other side, but the line was too long for me, so I bared with what was given to me at the line.

As I'm busy sliding my tray, I see green Onions that weren't chopped completely, in fact, it looked as if they just came out of the plastic package and was lined up. By the time I get there, there was like 1-3 sticks of Green Onions.



The food that was served to me, I only remembered it looking like potato and other types of meat, but as I went further in the tray line, the food and place started to get smaller and smaller to where I was just holding a really small and thin bowl of what looked like soup instead of Provisions and other types of food.

As I'm trying to balance this small bowl in my hand, I had to grab several white napkins along the way to the cash register so I wouldn't lose too much of my food. I kept doing this for a while until I finally found a line to place my food on to slide while I wait for my turn to pay.

Then realized that I had to give a school lunch pin (In the schools that I was in, you had a Student ID that would also give you a lunch pin # if you signed up for something that would give you cheaper lunch prices, and you would get the same thing everyone else had to pay a higher price for).

I'm now speculating on what the hell my School lunch pin would be. Then it's my turn to pay, and I get my wallet out instead of entering a pin. The debit card (at least I thought it was a debit card) was Maroon, like the main color of Texas A&M University at College Station.



The cash register accepts it and she starts calling some number, probably to verify something. Then she started to take too long waiting for the call, I got impatient and told her that I can just pay her with cash instead.

I get my wallet out again to get some cash, I believe I was going to give her $10 so that she can give me some change back.

Then as I turn my head back to her to give her the money, she turns around and starts trying to break the debit card into pieces!

I'm telling her to don't do that, and I wave my hands around a bit panicking and telling her to stop. The freaking woman tears it in half.

Then I realize I'm sitting down at some random lunch seat with some random people.

Imagine you're pissed off at the same lady breaking the credit card with just her index finger and thumb, and you're pissed, but you suddenly find yourself transitioned in a section of the cafeteria while still carrying on the emotions of rage. It was like that.

I started screaming and cursing at the woman. I told her that I was almost going to pay her her money for some meal that was shit anyway. The meal was gone, so I was even more pissed off.

I think everyone in the Cafeteria was looking at me because I was so pissed. Then things turned random. It was like everyone was trying to cheer me up.

I see an older female DC that looked like the AP English teacher I had in waking life before being switched to the other AP English teacher (there was an overload of students in her class, so I was just one of the students switched to the other one that had blonde hair).

Anyway, she comes up to me. She's the type of teacher to just look at you as if she has something mean to say to you. I'm afraid to mention her name, but let's just call her Runyon. Runyon gets closer to me and then she starts asking what's wrong.

Then the whole setting feels like I'm in Willy Wonka's positive energy in a Cafeteria. I was still pissed off at the the lady tearing up my debit card. I was sitting next to a girl to the left of me that was another person I knew in waking life.

Let's call her Stephanie (she has a fairly curvy structure and is pretty tall in waking life, but in a good way. She has her body in the places that would make any guy gaze at her....and her lips are big and juicy too...sorry just adding that so I know which Stephanie was with me in the dream since there was another Stephanie in my older DJ that was much skinner with big lips too; both are Hispanic).

Anyway, Runyon tries to cheer me up, and everyone is trying to sing a song that will make me laugh, but I still keep a stoic face trying not to laugh. There were moments where I was almost going to smile, but I suppressed the urge.

Then as I pay attention to the DCs around me at the lunch tables, I see a Blonde that was standing up who wore a fancy black corporate dress (even though DCs were blocking her lower features, I just had a hunch she was wearing a short dress).



She smiles at me, I look at her for a little while, I see that she's wearing lip gloss that just makes her lips really shiny. People started to think I was smiling, but I still had a stoic facade and they were like "awwww" in a sad tone.

Then the whole Cafeteria started to sing another song. Apparently it was "Peddy Punnit" or something like that, not to sure.

I don't remember the lyrics of this random song but the beat went like: (The "BLAH"s are just replacing the actual words that I can't remember).

"BLAH-BLAH-BLAH!" *CLAP CLAP* "BLAH-BLAH-BLAH" *CLAP CLAP*

Eventually I started to give in and smiled and was laughing again. However, I fell down under the table before anyone caught me smiling.

I can't remember anything else, even though that was probably the longest recall I had for a dream for a while now...

I wake up and started to take in a really deep breath and quickly looked over to the right of my alarm clock.

Spoiler for More Insight on what I did when I woke up....:

It was 5PM, and I thought that I wouldn't have enough time to type everything I remembered because I was planning to head for the Biology Tutoring area at 6PM so I know what to study.

But apparently the HECC building ran out of power (my Chemistry Tutor posted on Facebook that it had a power outage).

So I if the building was out of power, that means the Biology SI session was canceled as well. So that gave me extra time to type this dream journal entry.

Don't know why I'm mentioning this...but whatever.

REMEMBERING OTHER DREAM SENSES REALLY IS USEFUL WHEN RECALLING LARGE QUANTITIES CONTAINED in small images or moments.

Especially when you focus on Dream Character's expressions, you can analyze the overall atmosphere of the environments, and extend on the experiences.

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25.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well, I woke up a lot earlier than the time I set for my external alarm, which is why I probably remembered a lot of these dreams instead of waking up feeling like I was rushed or something.

Dream 1: Sitting with my father & Balancing on Pipes

I was sitting down with my father at night outside at some party I guess. Apparently, his phone can tell how far somewhere is to real land or something like that. So I look over to the phone changing its status from one word to "Real."

Then suddenly, I'm on top of several pipes connected to each other, and one DC tries to grab some red cloth. Then I have to grab the red cloth I believe, and suddenly I have to fight another DC with a pole stick or something like that.



I decided that instead of fighting while balancing on pipes, that I should just fall down, and get out of there through a door.

Dream 2: Following Blonde DC and her friend

I'm outside, most likely at my University because I'm walking on towards a place, most likely Kyle Field. I'm wearing a brown leather jacket and probably wore long jeans with a shirt (probably).

I see this DC who looks exactly like the girl named Samantha that I knew in real life. She was a blonde, but I think she dye her hair black again, or maybe she really did have black hair.

Anyway, this DC was blonde, and some other female DC was right next to her. I think she was looking to see where she could get a Zune HD. Her friend has a Zune HD, but she said that's not the type she's looking for.

I come a bit closer to show them my Zune HD 32 GB, and before I showed it, Samantha said something about looking for the 32 GB version (her friend probably had the lesser storage type; 16GB I guess).

I show it to her and said that I have it. She looks down at it and says that's the one she's looking for. She gets up and walks somewhere with her friend. I decided to follow both of them, and I put back my Zune HD inside the pocket of my jacket I believe.

I keep following them until we're in a different dream scenario. I think we're outside this large area where they are selling books not only for college students, but for other people as well. It was more open to a lot of people, and it was bright as day, maybe afternoon at 1PM or 2PM setting to it.

Samantha goes up to some old DC who is selling these random green and golden yellow books. She gets her credit/debit card out and asks if the guy could look it up with some source that I can't remember.

I just remember seeing a big stacked green binder that looks like it has a lot of information. And the girl who was following Samantha as well, I think she was trying to get something from what the old guy was saying.



He said something about her studying a lot, and that she probably wouldn't have time to read, in a joking manner. She asks if she has to buy a book, but the old man gives it to her for free and smiles.

She smiles at him, and then she turns to me and smiles I think, or does a small turn to my direction and looks at me. She looks awfully familiar to person in waking life I've met in my College. She had light brown hair, wore those gray jackets with no zipper (had to pull it over your head), and wore typical jeans (she had somewhat skinny to average legs).



Dream 3: Walking with a child to a store

Apparently I'm convincing this little child who looks like he's Indian to follow me somewhere. I go into a store with the kid, and then go back out after a while. But before I headed for the door. I see some Indian child on top of some ledge that's pretty high to be on for his own safety.

He was dark-skinned, and he was wearing a nose-strap-on that was lighter than his skin tone, Apricot-ish colored in fact. I couldn't see his eyes though. He looks at me from below and smiles and says "Pakistan."

I ignore it and focus back my attention to the kid that was following me. I turn around and see him and tell him to come follow me.

We get out through the door.


I wake up after those set of dreams, and typed them up pretty quickly, and then did a WBTB with the FIELD, but I didn't do very well on holding the mouse button with my finger until I let go.

Dream 4: Room full of DCs I knew in Waking Life and at least Three DV members mentioned.

This dream was so vivid and so much like reality, that I swore it was beyond a regular lucid dream where everything felt like reality, and much more. I still can't tell if I'm dreaming, but I know my emotions carried on inside of this dream. If I became lucid, it probably would've been one of those rare experiences that felt like an OBE/AP...or just a WILD that was REALLY close to that experience.

I was inside of a restaurant, it was probably afternoon time in this dream. It was fairly dark inside of this restaurant, but it did have lighting in it.

I remember a DC I was talking to or listening to, but I didn't recall their features. He/She said something that Sinoblak and possibly Alyzarin too (I know Sinoblak was mentioned) wanted he/she to tell me that my true self is revealed when I was with them or something along those lines.

I think the DC probably meant that when I'm alone socializing with them that is. (Maybe it's my subconscious response to me wondering if I'm really who I am when talking to others, not too sure on that reply it gave me...)

The DC also mentioned something about nina too. Too embarrassing to reveal here.
While this DC was telling me all this, I was drinking something in those restaurant cups. I almost wanted to spit out the drink that was in my mouth when this DC told me all of these things about DV members. I believe I tilted my head in questioning and raised my eyebrow or something like that listening to them as well.

Then I had this small image in my head of Nina posting on a thread about something, couldn't remember what exactly. It seemed to be a casual thread on something. But I saw her Avatar pic and everything for a few seconds.

The DC leaves, and I'm finding a seat to sit down on. An Indian or a dark-skinned female DC is at the front of the cash register, and I ask her for a menu. She gives it to me, and I as I'm reading it, the format was like going to Deviant Art's website.

I had some confusion with finding the choices to eat, but I did know that I had a menu in front of me before I went up to get another one.

I decided what I want, and I went up to this lady that looked Hispanic. She was talking to another DC, and they turned their attention to me. I said while stuttering a little bit (that facade of mine where I just suddenly lose my brain for a few seconds) and said that I wanted Nachos with cheese and meat.

And I mentioned that I didn't know the the other choices I could pick, so she helped me out by asking if I wanted small, medium, or large.

Of course, I pick large, and then when I turn my face the other way and turn back, the DCs are completely different. The lady that was helping me by asking me what size I wanted turned into my English AP teacher I had in a High School.

(In waking life, her hair was light blonde (almost close to white)).

She was asking me if I was involved in something in college I believe, I said "No," and she started to laugh with the DC next to her. (but it wasn't a laughing-at-you laugh, it was those laughs older women would express as a "Ooooh you!" laugh.

I think it's even safe to declare that there was a long thin piece of hair elevating on the side of her face. It was just those moments where you see that nearly invisible strand of hair at first glance, but don't say anything about it unless you really knew them.

Then I find myself near the entrance of the store, and the whole scene changes to where there's white tiles on the floor, and the whole area gets a little brighter than before. I see all these DCs that look exactly like the people I met in waking life.

First everything is first-person perspective. I see this DC that looks like a person I drew in waking life, I turn around to greet him, and he says "Thank you." (probably saying thanks to the drawing I did for him and his friend, or maybe for something else).

Then his other friend comes as he moves to another area in the large room. He's looking at the wall, and I try to get his attention by putting my hand out to him to shake, and said that it was nice to meet him.

He was a bit surprised, and said he was nice to meet me too, but he didn't know who I was. Then I told him that I drew him, and he starts to realize who I am and greets me back.

(Apparently I wanted to shake hands with the DCs around me for some odd reason)

Then I turn back and see another DC, he was dark-skinned, and I wanted to shake his hand too, but he was holding something. So I turn back to look at the direction of the small group of DCs in front of me standing and probably talking to each other.

Then I realize the same DC I wanted to shake hands with put the item he was holding (probably a jacket) down, and shook my hand.

After that, I go up a little more to the area where the DCs were. I look up at the TV hanging on some mechanical medium to hold it in place. It said something about "Hey Freshie" and other things that I couldn't recall. I assumed that it was just me being a Freshmen in college, hence the word "Freshie."

Then when I focus my attention to the DCs within the room. I see a female DC to the left of me that looks like the girl that was on the Tennis team I was part of in a high school I don't want to mention because she might find this dream journal.

Let's just call her "K" (I'll probably remember the full name when I go back to glance over this entry later on).

"K" is standing there, and from my peripheral vision, I could tell she was wearing a white shirt and wearing a pink short shorts (those types of shorts athletic girls wear).



Then the last thing I recall was smiling after I was standing around with the DCs.

Then I woke up.

Honestly, the female DC that looked like "K," if I woke up, I would definitely would've fucked her right at that moment. Oh my god, my libido OOOOH if ONLY I WAS LUCID MAN!!! IF ONLY!!!!

Her wearing the pink short shorts and just a white shirt, (and in waking life, her ass was big, but she was had strong thighs, not thunder-thighs). And that's one of the physical features that I liked about her.

That's all I remember, I was a bit bothered for not remembering the whole message on the T.V.

I don't know what the purpose was in showing all of these familiar DCs, but I'm glad I was able to recall a decent portion of what happened.

08.11.2011

The Dream of the Pink Harry Potter Musical (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with the Harry Potter cast (the three main actors) and I'm part of it, although I can't tell exactly what role I played in the saga, if any. We're all dressed in pink and we go to a concert/musical about Harry Potter.
Although we're not expected to take part in it, we climb on stage during the concert and start rocking out with the musicians. The crowd is over-excited.
From then on, the perspective switches to third-person. I watch the show as someone else, and when a song called Vulgarity comes out, I predict that I'll leave the stage, since I hate vulgarity. Indeed, I see myself climb over the railing and into the crowd, still singing, as the song starts.

I am in the middle of the road, just looking forward. Everything is an unusual pinkish grey tone, almost transparent. It feels melancholic. There are houses, buildings, everything, on each side of the road. But there are no people.

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Dreamsigns:

transparency
melancholy
absence of people

a
March 1, 2011

I think this peanut butter I am eating for increased vividness is not only working very well it is helping me increase my recall. This first dream is very long and is chaotic which is characteristic of dreams earlier in the night which usually are not remembered. Nothing lucid though.

Dream 1 : Train of Destruction
There was some random stuff going on before this.
It was dark at night and I could barely see things happening. This was a place like Alaska in the summer, rural, tons of pine trees, and small town feeling. Me and some of the malcontents of the small rural town created a crazy rail-mega-truck thing. The center was a rail car that had old trucks connected to it on both sides, it was huge and we got it to go really fast and then burst off the track into the woods busting itself and anything in its way to hell. This was done just outside of town and may have killed people but we obviously didn’t care, the town’s people were scum. I felt bad at this feeling after thinking about it, ‘would I feel OK if there was a little girl killed in there?’ I decided to get away from what we had done and the jerks doing it by leaving town.
Under the few street lights I saw police cars looking cars over looking for the people that created that crash in the woods. They saw me but let me pass so I figured they didn’t know me or my car yet.
I am now in the dark metal like room and there is a guy there trying to calm me. He says something about “it taking effect soon” and figure I have been drugged somehow. There is a metal chair that looks like people could be strapped into it and I have to wonder if I have been made to talk about what happened before.
Then I am in a New York suburb in an empty lot. The lot is surrounded by apartment buildings and a typical chain link fence. There is an oldish guy looking like a retiree sipping iced tea in his lounge chair on his tiny back porch. I went over to him and he said something like he was impressed with my progress. Then I feel that he and others have “made me” like I am some kind of clone. I plan to escape. Figuring he may know what I would plan to do I do something totally random and ad lib and I run to the other side of the lot and then hide down under the very tall weeds and crawl to the other corner. When I come up there are 2 women looking for me frantically. The leader of the 2 says regretful “we were stressing him” to make me better. I ran out of the lot at inhuman speeds and out to the street. I had no idea where this was even though the lot I just came from seemed oddly familiar. I took a right and ran up the street than I started walking fast to not attract attention. I knew I had to get more distance between me and those people in the lot. Passing some shops and pubs to my right there was a street corner just up ahead. Then I recognized the guy on the corner [Charlie Sheen], could he be one of “them?” He was talking to other on the corner and turned to see me and nodded at me knowingly. His nod was one of ‘I got your back’ but I was too paranoid to care and ducked in the door I was at when he nodded at me. It was dark in here I could barely see anything but rushed down the hallway. Then at the end the light was visible and I recognized this as what I call ‘proximity light’ which is light that is only visible at a certain distance, a dream world invention and a little extra vividness entered the dream, I was more clear now. I hurriedly opened the door at the end of the hallway and slammed the door shut but it didn’t close but I didn’t care too much I had to get to the phone. There was a guy standing there reading the paper like he was minding the place [he was dressed in 1930s brown pants and suspenders and vertical stripped dress shirt] he just moved out of my way. There was a box on the wall that held the phone I pulled out the one piece ear piece to the old phone and was worried that I couldn’t say something into the phone and put it to my ear and looked for the piece you talk into. Before anything else, I heard a voice on the other side say in acknowledgement “I got the car”. I knew I get my way out and instantly calmed down.

This was in a wooden wall box.

Darkness

Dream 2: 2 Pink Fro’s
I was looking at 2 strange looking guys all in pink. They where white guys with huge pink afros, pink shirts, pink pants and shoes. There faces were made up to look peach colored in an artificial way. They just stood there looking like there was a camera watching them, posing.

Darkness

Dream 3: Washing a Boat
I was washing a boat in a dream world that was very familiar to me. I had some friends that came into a lot of money but never showed it too much but this was a dream world created to express their desire to flaunt their riches. In their driveway they had a Cadillac and an expensive boat up on the trailer thing. I was washing it and getting paid of course but it was ridiculously easy and fun to be around so much wealth. Then the father of this wealthy family came out to see a friend of his [I have no idea who this guy is] and after saying pleasantries,
Friend: “how’s it going these days?”
Rich guy: “not bad, just have some gambling debts to pay off.”
The friend didn’t answer knowing that there was probably going to be a mention of money.
Rich guy: “You wouldn’t mind loaning me some money would you?”
Friend: “No I really don’t have any money after my family.”
Rich guy: Smiles, like a mob boss, knowing that now he knows he can lightly threaten the “friend’s” family to coerces him to give the loan.

Darkness

Dream 4: Gold Tea Strainers
I am seeing gold tea strainers that look a little like little globes of vertical lines. I can feel they are 99% gold and like looking at them and moving them in my hand.

Wow didn't know these existed till I Googled them!
I knew what they were but kept thinking they look like earrings. Getting a good look at them again I can see why.

There were 3 more very short dreams which I didn’t feel were worthy getting up to record.

Morning of August 19, 1973. Sunday.



I look over the edge of my bed and see a book called “The Elite Kingdom” by Jaylene DeKish. It is a novel (possibly nonfiction) about hairless rats taking the place of people. At the time, I had never heard the name Jaylene and there are no people named “DeKish” as far as I know. There were Google matches for “De Kish”.

There are eerie scenes, also, of glowing hairless pink rats (seemingly not Pepto-Bismol-colored as was recurring) from radiation? - near my bed, mostly along the floor at the side of the bed to the north - and some concern about them being in my bed for a time. In my dream, my bed is near the center of the room where it never was in real life. There is no terror or fear of any kind, though. Certain thoughts regarding the rats seem to last almost all night but not fully into the morning.

For some reason, the word “smek” comes to mind at one point. This almost seems to mean “small mice elite kingdom”, but is actually a sound representation I had seen in comic magazines, for when someone slaps someone.

2 minutes and 15 seconds to read.

Friday morning, 13 October 1972.

The Pink Snake that Tried to Follow Me Home

Dream # 2,125-04.

While dreaming, I have dream state awareness, but I do not change the ongoing implication that is only mildly annoying. I occasionally feel vague abdominal cramps through the veil of sleep, aware of my status but without pain.

A small, skinny Pepto Bismol pink snake follows me through the empty halls of my middle school but is always a few feet behind me. I do not attempt to run from it. I perceive it as friendly but annoying. I do not think about whether it is venomous or not.

I look back and see it atop a row of lockers. It almost seems to be grinning, more with friendly curiosity, not a threat. It sometimes hides.

At one point, I wonder if it might be a relative, perhaps an uncle visiting from Wisconsin whom I have not met, or even my grandfather. Its essence is more like part of a cartoon in contrast to being realistic.

I continue to walk north, going home to Cubitis from Arcadia. (I never walked this route in real life as it was too far.) I walk through abstract and undefined spaces (some with indoor-outdoor ambiguity, others merely abstract), though still focused on returning home (even though I am already home and in bed sleeping).

As I think less about the snake and more about walking home, I realize it is probably not following me anymore. I decide to teleport home, which brings about wakefulness as I teleport.

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I have had many dreams where my dream self perceives deliberately waking up as teleporting. This error in thinking (in ambiguous metacognitive or liminal states that most dream writers pretend do not exist) is no different than protoconsciousness referring to a dream as a “movie.” It is flawed dynamic imagination and natural virtual amnesia (incomplete pathways from not being conscious). There is no reason to be stupid about it.

The snake in this dream is Pepto Bismol pink. (I drank a lot of Pepto Bismol when I was a child and did not find out until recently that children under 12 should not drink it.)

Pink is rarely a color that noticeably occurs in my dreams but is more often Pepto Bismol pink - which I always have the dream state awareness of as being so and sometimes become annoyed at how the color is “interfering” with my dream’s narrative, though all pink is not exclusively so. I usually do not put “meaning” into specific colors unless I understand what they “represent” while in the dream state.

Snakes (with no “convenient” singular “meaning”) sometimes appear in my dreams when I have abdominal cramps with indigestion. (This causality was more common in childhood.) This factor is not “interpretation” (which I know is an asinine fallacy) but the realization of underlying dream content influence, not opinion or pretending, as so many do. One association I have always had is a snake’s similarity to the human intestine because of its size and shape. There are many dreams more specific under this influence. (An additional factor relates to a boa constrictor squeezing a person’s abdomen.) Ultimately, snakes appear in dreaming experiences for many reasons in the realms of imagination, but the connection to the human intestine remains predominant for me (other than the vivid but generic waking alert/RAS dream outcomes).

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Night of July 29, 1972 to morning of July 30, 1972. Saturday night to Sunday morning (my dream had at least two “resets” and recurrences).



Finding things or validating unfamiliar scenes directly after dreaming specifically of them (typical precognitive and remote viewing hybrid) and with additional meaningful synchronicity:

Additional notes: While doing more research on my important clarifications and revisions (due to it being one of thousands of records that for me validate remote viewing and precognition hybrids - the main governing purpose of dreams), I discovered an additional oddity. This dream was obviously, in part, influenced by “War of the Worlds” (1953), seen earlier this day (July 29), as well as part of the “Miss Universe Beauty Pageant” prior to sleeping. What I found was that “War of the Worlds” originally premiered on July 29, 1953 in Atlantic City, New Jersey. However, my seeming placement in New Jersey at one point in my dream may actually be due to my association with Spooky the Tuff Little Ghost’s supposed “New Joisey” accent, and the television station likely showing it on this date purposely as an anniversary tribute (otherwise the odds are 1 in 365 by chance alone). Even so, it does imply synchronicity for me, albeit, in a more subtle way.

The Pink Machine Gun:

In my dream as a boy (age eleven, and during summer break), I had a toy machine gun that I was somehow able to defend myself with against invading hostile aliens (even though it did not fire “real” ammunition in-dream - it just made that clacking sound) - though the events sometimes seemed to be in the early 1950s (I do note 1953 on one billboard) as if out of a movie - and at times, perceived from a secondary perspective (for example, I watch myself look over a precipice at one point, viewing this from a lower perspective). At one point, the aliens seem to be “invading” a beauty pageant, yet remain mostly unseen. They are more human in appearance than the ones from “War of the Worlds”.

The toy machine gun had that pinkish Pepto-Bismol color like certain other features that were in my dreams at times (often the result of a mild stomachache during sleep), but eventually was a darker green. That (having a toy gun or even a real one and fighting the “enemy”) is probably a fairly common dream theme for a boy (or for that matter, anyone). However, my dream introduced a certain special feeling, an overwhelming curiosity about the real world relative to a certain location and the realization there were areas close-by I had not fully explored. I was also walking through a large round culvert as if going between towns or safer locations (though the one near our house in reality, you could only crawl through with difficulty).

I suppose aliens actually represent everyman from my view - or “normal” people and mainstream consensus. Because of my continuous so-called unusual and unexplainable experiences over every day of my life, even more so due to their continuous additional validations (thus discounting the typical “imagination” or “coincidence” cop outs), it makes sense that I see a greater part of the human race as “alien”.

In real life, solely due to my dream, I was compelled by the dream “residue” to explore our culvert in Cubitis. I had never been down to and certainly not inside the one in the front area of our house but I decided to try it. In the very middle (and I had to crawl in - my mother warned me later not to go in there again due to possible pesticide runoff) and found a section of a toy machine gun; the handle and some other parts that looked fairly old and a larger spring, the remains of which had the “presence” of what I had actually felt in my dream. I kept it for a few weeks out of curiosity but eventually threw it out. How it got in there, especially that far, I have no idea, probably a boy that had lived in the area years prior - an engraved date on one piece was 1953. The concrete block house itself was fairly new, newer than the culvert and highway.