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00:00 Wednesday 2013-12-25 comp #16 night #13

00:00 bedtime

03:03

F1) I said "bullshit bullshit bullshit..." about the flying man, flying around with a (something?)

04:39

F2) fighting

05:27

F3) someone's trying to get me in trouble

07:22

1) "ship battles & potstickers"
On a ship at night in the Mediterranean sea, one guy is swimming in the warm water, the crew is on board, one of the guys is playing the classical guitar, suprisingly well, I hear it clearly and follow the melody for a while, he's not playing perfectly but still very well, I'm quite astonished such a rough/low-brow guy can play so well.

It's daytime and the ship is moving through the air, we've taken on a huge cargo lot of rugs, piles of rolled up rugs cover the deck, I'm concerned we have too many rugs on board.

Enemy scouts ahead of the path of our ship have spotted us and recognized our ship. I'm in a team to kill the scouts. I try to chop the head off of one guy by hitting his neck from two sides at once with a blade in each hand. It's not working and I'm squeamish about continuing.

Attack scene: inside the ship, the enemies were attacking, the enemies were approaching the doors and shooting in grenades that bounce around inside around corners and exploding. I also shoot some bouncing grenades back at them.

I'm DO: 2 from my team are retreating back to our ship, one, an infantry, makes it inside but stops to help/watch the flying mech partner, which is caught by another flying mech in a strong stream of machine gun fire, I watch the steam of fire, it is ripping our mech to shreds, pieces of metal are flying everywhere, I think our guy won't survive.

I'm in a high place, and a woman is gesturing/calling to me from a platform about 100 feet down a hill from my position and asking "what happened to the potstickers?". There are a few people on this small platform (about 4 square meters). I can't understand what she's saying so I mimic holding a telephone up to my right ear with my right hand so that she will call me. She doesn't, so eventually I fly down to the platform. They're asking me where the potstickers are. I conclude that someone threw away the potstickers which were boiling in the water when the attack began, so nobody knew there were still there in the water and probably threw them out with the old water. I put them in the water initially, then was distracted by the attack, I tell this story a few times. I then see a frying pan with some potstickers/dumplings cooking in oil and ask "hey is anybody going to have these?"

08:31 took 30 drops mother's wort.

F4) DO flying over a map of the US, I was trying to figure out a route to the West coast.

09:59 BTB

11:13

2) "amazingly real imagination" (all but lucid: vivid, active, but without "I'm dreaming")
Swimming in water, I see up ahead some people, I go to them, still in the water, they're talking about what happens when you fall into a pool of juice (different kinds of juices), I say I swam once in a pile of sliced kiwis. I have trouble saying kiwis it comes out like "kee-vees", and I repeat it again, the woman looks at me funny. I swim away from them and see a girl nearby. I say to myself "if this were a dream I would get with her," I reach for her and then my vision sharpens and she comes very clear, it was like becoming lucid without the acknowledgement that I'm dreaming. I'm amazed that my "imagination" is so powerful, 3D, and realistic. Vivid high definition clear visuals, and I have good touch sensation. She's naked and I touch her for a few seconds before the scene changes.

3) "coffee with the drunk blonde"
I'm in some kind of a bar, there was someone I knew there, a beautiful blonde-haired woman in a black evening dress. she was very drunk, I did not want her to try to go home by herself. She starts walking out, I go to her and say "let me help you home, let's go get some coffee." I felt attracted to her. We're starting up some stairs, I said "turn around," she's ahead of me on the stair and turns around and I pull her into a light hug, and I kissed her right cheek through her blonde hair. We continue walking around looking for coffee, I'm holding her closely against my side with one arm around her waist, I feel her against me and I feel my hand on her waist very clearly, it's soft and a wonderful feeling. I imagine some people are looking at me funny (isn't he married?) my answer is "hey she's just a friend and I'm helping her out". I said "let's go for a coffee in the hotel, it will wake you up," she says ok, we're in a restaurant she starts to sit down in a regular open area, where other people also sit down at the same table, I say "no no let's go back here," I indicate a sort of lounge with couches, there's an even darker more intimate area to the right but we don't go there. We enter the lounge area with couches and she says "now this is more like it," there are a bunch of black kids playing games on another couch, and she really likes kids so she went to play with them, I think "oh, great," sarcastically, I go to sit with them.

4) "gangster casino & the mayor"
It's night and I'm standing outside on a sidewalk, I'm next to a business / office building with black shades drawn down over the windows, there is light inside, there are people moving around, I think a security guy is watching me through a window. I'm standing there watching something on the ground. Another guy appears standing next to me and watching me. I'm wearing a robe with nothing underneath. I think it was a bank at first, but later imagine it's a casino.

And older woman was reelected mayor. She was whooping it up in celebration, skipping through the crowds and waving her arms in the air and whopping in delight. She had prepared a gift for the city upon becoming mayor, and she was working on a building-sized banner to proclaim this gift. The gift is a full day of no government regulations, including not having to pay taxes on that day.

I'm inside the casino, it's very small, just a few tables, this is a private/gangster casino, I'm looking for a blackjack table. I see a table with a young skinny sneaky looking Italian looking male dealer, I imagine he's a card shark and very adept at cheating. I find a table but i can't see the table limit sign. I'm poking around the table looking for it eventually find it and see it's a $5 minimum table, I'm turned off by this I only wanted to spend $20 but still play for a while. I'm playing a hand, maybe I lose a hand, the casino chips are huge about the size of a pancake. I give the dealer cash and wait for my chips. I have a bunch of cards in my hand I don't think they're from the table. If these are my cards I could follow the play along with these cards and know exactly which cards are still left, no reason to count cards.

This whole sleep cycle was on my stomach, head to right of pillow, normally I sleep only on my side, sometimes I sleep on stomach in late morning briefly if both hips/shoulders are a bit sore. Quite an amazing dreaming night given the fact that I had a hugely stressful evening last night with a lot of drama. I didn't expect to sleep not to mention recall anything. But I was very tired as well. Got to sleep earlier than normal, I really need to keep my to-bed time around midnight for better dreaming.