Yesterday I pulled a muscle in my upper back and chest area after I was breathing and running while making an unexpected movement and now I can barely move my upper body area. idk how it relates to the dream but it's definitely limiting my movements in bed. Anyways in my dream I was married to someone who strangely looks an awful lot like a family friend, and we had a child. I had recently updated my MacBook (like I did in the wake world) and installed Adobe Photoshop on it and it was actually working. Meanwhile my wife and some other dude are fighting over some sleeping music to play for our baby. I put a Mega Man Star Force meme over their conversation and was searching for the option to export the file as a MOV in Photoshop so that I could post it to my meme page, but changed my mind. Meanwhile I play the sleeping music in question out of curiosity, at some point my wife storms into the room in lingerie, teasingly calling me out for putting on the sleeping music and gets in bed with me. For whatever reason the guy she was arguing with was there too in the room who found it amusing too that I was playing that music and told the longest freaking anecdote about him listening to the Brein/BAF disclaimer music and a bouncer of the club recognising the sound but the guy refused to say his name to which the bouncer charged him extra entry money for gatekeeping. The guy then started an argument with the bouncer and the people in the queue started getting pissed off as well. It then turned out that the guy from the disclaimer music in question was actually performing in the club. I then woke up. smh bruhhhh my wife and I were waiting for you to leave so we could've had sex! Yet the thing I was more disappointed about in my dream was when I woke up and realised my updated MacBook Pro doesn't have Photoshop or any Adobe software on it :') Dream was in Dutch.
First dream I was in school, it was a cold early spring morning. The building vaguely kept it's architectonical design this time. I left my jacket in my cloakroom locker and waited near the classroom. After a while or so one of the girls from my class appeared and said that that there are no classes this day as something happened. We both rushed to cloakroom. I took my jacket, but realized that I left my backpack somewhere. I ran around the school searching for it, until one of janitors told me that they took it to cloakroom. I ran back there and took it, then I got out of the building, thinking if I'd manage to catch a bus. I was a bit too late, so I decided to run. There were enormous hills near the road, with a set of buildings close. I thought that if I'd climb up the hill, my way back home would be much quicker. I ran to buildings close to school - on a parking lot I saw two dudes from my class wearing strange orange suits and taking care of a small baby. I climbed up one of the roofs and jumped to other buildings until I got closer to hill. It was too steep to climb, so I slid down to road. Second dream I was in my hometown, it was a late afternoon. I was going from local flats back to my house. On the crossroad I met a girl from previous school. I haven't seen her for a while, and the fact that I haven't looked her added to it that I haven't missed her. She had dark complexion and black hair, and she was wearing a red dress. When I was just about to turn in direction of my home, she caught my hands and put them on her breasts. She said "We can be together... If you don't prefer these kind of women" pointing at a girl from my current class. Third dream I was in home, fiddling with some new software that somehow worked on my old PC that I'm using after my laptop broke. I prepared some basic scene with textures and a camera set to work, and then used render button. Renderer baked a beautiful scene, the camera was moving downhill, all the vegetation and graphic effects looked great. I toyed with it some more, turning on a strange game engine that I used to create unbelievable visuals and game logic. With one press of a button, I created an expansive cavern system with purple glowing crystals, orbs of condensed energy floating gently above rock platforms, unusual underground vegetation and a way up to overworld. The game started - it was some kind of tower defense game, where I had to protect this beautiful world from invasion. First fragment I was in home, it was late night hours. With my four sisters we gathered in the hallway that led to both bathroom, exit, grandmas room and sister's bedrooms. We took cards and played a complicated game, which rules I can't quite recall. We played and talked, having great fun. Then we changed the game. Second fragment I was watching a news tv station. It was late Saturday morning. The color scheme of news station was changed to black, contrasting strongly with white outlines. News reporter was talking about winning of another political faction in Poland. It was a faction that appeared after PiS collapsed. Reporter called it a grand day, with victory of only one right faction. False awakening, really short MILD I woke up in my bed. Looking at the clock I saw that it was close to 4:30 or 5 o'clock. I went to bathroom, but lights weren't working. I tried to turn on the switch, but in best case it flickered once and disappeared again. I recalled previous experiences with light not working and did a nose RT. It succeeded and I realized that it's a dream. Short MILD practice before falling asleep helped here. I went back to my room and I tried to make another RT just to be sure. I tried to phase my hand through a wall, but it haven't passed through. I had little dream control this time. I went to my parents bedroom. Despite the hour, my mother was still awake and watching tv. I told her that lights weren't working and she replied that she knows. I went to bed and woke up.
I was in school. I went into a classroom to take some papers. When I taken them, teacher told me to stay for a while. I sat on the chair close to the tabl with random snacks. Teacher, an older, blonde woman sat in front of me. After a while other students appeared. We talked and ate snacks. Then when we finished I went to IT room. Everyone was playing something. I went to a PC and started working. I turned on texture, model and level editors from development kit, and whenever I made a change I tested it in game. The game was in wireframe mode, so I had to use console and type gl_texturemode 1 or gl_wireframe 1 when I needed to switch between them. I wandered dark, abandoned building. I stood in front of dark corridor, waiting for anything that would go out of there. I drawn a magnum gun, and started to shoot. Suddenly a pack of zombies went out of corridor, and I had to kill them.
My dream starts as sort of a nightmare. The nightmare itself is jumbled and confused - there's not a clean narrative. It's mostly short, quick clips of action strung together and viewed from a 3rd person POV. Mud and rain; earth sliding into a river, pulling people down with it... switch to what seems like a motel and some sequences that seem like they're out of a slasher horror flick, people running in fear, and severed limbs and blood everywhere. It mostly seems like it's just my brain tossing up whatever seems disturbing and frightening at the moment. Because of how disjointed it is, it's failing to really frighten or disturb me. My mind starts to get more and more distanced from what's going on, and starts paying less attention to it. I gain lucidity in one of the motel/dorm rooms while two women are arguing with each other. They look straight out of the 80s - one has bleached hair teased up a mile high and fake orange tanner, and the other is a brunette with a ponytail and teased bangs. As soon as I realize this is a dream, I am no longer a disembodied observer. There's an oval mirror on the wall - I run up to it and look at myself in the mirror in order to reaffirm that I now have a physical presence. I immediately crouch on the floor and start running my fingers through the carpet in order to solidify my surroundings. Things seem to be fading, so I stand up and produce a hand mirror from behind myself and examine myself in it. The two women have stopped arguing and are looking at me. I feel embarrassed about them potentially thinking that I'm just extremely vain (despite the fact that they're just dream characters), so I shrug and tell them, "I'm just making sure I still exist." They lose interest in me, and I lose interest in them, because I've decided that since my scene changes haven't gone so well lately, maybe I'll just mold my current surroundings into what I want. I pull up the software interface for 3D Studio Max and start modeling furniture for the room. Despite being a motel room, it has no bed, so I decide to experiment with creating one. I begin working on it as if it's a 3D model for a video game. The two women have faded away. I minimize the "software" I'm working with to check and see if the bed has appeared. It has, and looks very solid, but it's the plain solid white of a 3D model that has been imported into some engines but doesn't have a texture linked to it (or the texture isn't loading). I decide I'll texture it later, once I've gotten the hang of this, and decide to start working on one of the windows. I "import" it into my software and begin tweaking it. The window is a little bit tougher - it resists conforming to what I want. The dream fades. Eventually, another one starts, but it's non-lucid. I'm watching a bunch of characters in a video game and "piloting" some of them, and the game is sort of Harvest Moon-y but instead everybody is little Lego people and they're going to classes at a university. One of the landslide scenes from the prior nightmare replays, but with little Lego people instead of realistic people. The character I'm piloting is supposed to get a date for a festival coming up and has until 5 a.m. the day of the festival, but because of the landslide, I don't manage to complete the objective and watch the festival play out without a date. The characters go to class, and the professor is very boring. The textbook is 900 pages long, but the professor is focusing on a 4 page section of it. The students have smuggled some pot edibles into class, and when the professor goes to another room for a few minutes, they all leave class to get high. The character I'm piloting stays in class. When the prof gets back, he seems bummed that nobody cares about the lecture.
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