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I keep meaning to keep track of my dreams but this is the first one I could remember for awhile.

It was in first person and I have this feeling I was a spy on a misson. I'm not sure what the misson was- but it was at a mansion that was unguarded and I think someone was with me. I'm not sure if she was pyschailly there with me or we're talking by ear piece but she felt close by either way. Well anyway the thing is that someone I had to like open up a window from the outside and then when I tried to get inside I think the second time I had to fight the "son" (not sure if it was the millionare's real son, or not) off and rush inside a room where i think the millionare was already drugged (I don't know who did the drugging) but after I rushed into the room-i had to lock the door behind me and then I for some reason had to push the drugged millionare out of the window and then for some reason put a plunger on the guy's behind and then the dream ended because my body needed to go to the washroom and I didn't have time to go back to sleep.

I snuck into the office of my old job and checked their computers, to my surprise, they never updated their files and there was literally an entire folder with my name on it containing my projects from when I worked there that they were still using. I manage to sneak out unseen and notice a mysterious boy with sunglasses following me around, I briefly leave my room and come back to see that the mysterious boy now is trying to deconstruct the monitors from my home office.

I ask who he is but he doesn't respond, I angrily grab him by his neck and legs and swing him around but he doesn't budge. He must've been a corporate spy from my old job or something.

I woke up drowsy.

Can't recall what language this dream was in.

All locations were just bright white rooms, like some sort of labyrinth.

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With a group of amateur spies who volunteered to keep an eye and report on the leaders and regimes that threaten the world. I mostly spy the Chinese government's tentacles abroad, but had a chance to infiltrate the Brazilian government and they are with crazy ideas. The president picked up Trump's idea of nuking hurricanes and he shows me excited a bomb they have ready to use in the next extreme weather phenomena. There seems to be no one around him smart enough to see the stupidity of it. Instead they are all so proud of their tech.
Back to headquarters they don't wanna believe me but someone else confirms my story with complementary info. Meanwhile some colleague is on the phone with a Chinese dude we are monitoring, and she claims he invited her to lunch and there will be no time for us to set up a mission to go with her. She has to go alone. We are all listening in silence, but we almost blow it, with our whispering - we cannot believe she really will go out with this guy.

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I am at some event or meeting, people are sitting in an amphitheater, some audience being presented. My friend Evangenlion is said to have been promoted to some political role and some people are debating whether or not he has acquired more power. I make a small intervention, where I use augmented reality to present a message. Older people can't understand it, how it works and they miss the point. Anyway, it was a warning of a "storm coming", not necessarily literal.

Later, people on the road are leaving their cars and running in panic. Some gangs now fight over controlling people and certain areas and apparently some gang is now raiding through this area. I could also run, but I need to get something vital from somewhere back. I leave my mom and her friend Analia in the car, that we hide under a crossover bridge. I tell them to run if I don't return at a certain time. I try to be on time but I get late. It's already dark and I get lost and confused. When finally I think I found the place, the area has already been taken over by this gang and they even set up tents to spend the night, They have torches to light up the area and somehow I need to go across. They actually catch me and question me and my motives to be walking around alone over there. But they let me go. I take a piss behind some bushes and they catch me again and feel grossed out. Don't ask any more questions, just ask me to leave. When finally reach the point where I left my mother, the car isn't there. But I find a police car with the door open and keys in it. I decide to take it and go find them, when my mom waves from behind a small car and we reunite in tears. Then we depart on the small car instead.

They are taking people away. Some Ukrainians were took and people say it is my fault or that I could have prevented because I work as an interpreter and they were taken because of something I said or didn't say when translating to the captors. Out of guilt I take a chance and I go around the trains at the station looking for them. I am told I won't find them because they were already taken to somewhere in the mountains, but I am not certain and keep looking for them.

Going to my childhood friend Carla's attic. I don't have the keys, so I have to wait for her. Riverstone also joins us. She flirts with him shamelessly. She goes answer some phone call. Daniel Craig appears and opens the door. He is trying to lose someone who is chasing him. The attic is a labyrinth of door and cubicles, I follow him around. We end up crossing a door and being in some middle eastern country. He disguises himself and then goes look for some guy he wants to surveil, but I don't disguise and I am spotted following him and almost endanger his mission. But to minimize damages, I leave Craig and join a group of women, pretending to be with them. Strangely, they are street hookers. Now I can't expose my cover, so I pretend to be one to. Some old fat guy comes to hire me and I can't say no, as I am still on that street where Craig surveils the other guy. I follow him and end up in a hotel where some actors I know from a comedy show are filming what appear as a porn. They tell me it is not porn, that it is meant to be just some raunchy comedy sketch for a late night comedy show. But it is pretty much porn. They don't shoot the sexual act, but all their dicks are out and erected and one other woman is naked too and a guy puts his finger inside her and tastes it. They hired me to join the film. I'm somewhat shocked and aroused at the same time.

I go to some gift shop where everything is super expensive but I only want to take a look. The girl on the register is foreign, she hardly understands me, but she realizes I don't need help and she disappears. Then some guy comes in, he also looks around, but after a quick look he finds a cage with three animals all tied up and unable to move: a sheep with two babies. I am shocked. Like, why would they have sheep in a cage? He wants to make a complaint but the girl is not back yet, so he unties the animals and provides them food and water. Then takes one of the babies on his lap and brings in a bucket with water to wash the animal. He intends to do the same to the other, but as he gives back the first ship to the cage with his mother, the mom rejects the baby, no longer recognizing its smell. I pick up the poor thing, and hold it in my arms. I confirm it is a girl sheep and cuddle her. She looks so very happy. I tell the guy she can't go back to her mom unless we find a way to make her smell again like before. The guy says forget about it, he will adopt her, he says he was planning to adopt a dog anyway.

Morning of October 1, 2016. Saturday.



This dream scenario, where I am part of a group of spies or people conducting surveillance, is the second recent and clearer dream of this situation. I seem to be on an airplane, seated on my own on the left side, though this is somewhat ambiguous as it seems more like an odd library setup at one point (though still with the layout of an airplane relative to seating and certain environmental features).

As in my other recent dream of this characterization I have a briefcase that contains both cryptography and communications technology, though is of a different design than with my other dream. At one point, I hold up a large rectangular green and silver printed circuit board, though which has a small rectangular LCD display in the upper right corner. I push various parts of the circuit without any real clue to what I am doing (even though I seem to know) and which activates something on the display. The imagery and motions of my right hand (as well as the sense of touch on my fingertip) is extraordinarily vivid and stable as I move my hand randomly about touching various points. I hold it up vertically in front of me, as if deliberately showing it off to the other people present (even though they are members of the general public who would likely not know what it is).

Eventually, I am looking at my open briefcase with the computerized equipment. There is a set of rolling cylinders in the upper right. There also seems to be a password panel where small rollers are set, similar to a bicycle lock. There is a section on the left that is for displaying names of groups within the communications ring. Curiously, it presently displays a phrase which includes “pink pussy”. As I contemplate what my mission might be, an unknown female (of about eighteen) approaches and takes a cellphone out of its compartment in my briefcase. She seems annoyed at the person attempting to make contact with me and who is using country code fifty-four (though I am not sure if she is implied to be a stewardess as she is informally dressed in blue jeans and a plain blouse).

“I know all about this,” she says, “Country code fifty-four is America” (which is incorrect as it is actually Argentina but I do not remember this in the dream state though I do recall that Australia is sixty-one). After telling me this she walks away and towards the back of the airplane, though sitting down on the right side about four seats behind me. I hear her talking in an annoyed but authoritative manner and, in addition to other issues, she seems to be telling them off about their usage of the term “pink pussy” as part of an international spy ring name. I start to realize that the person on the other end probably has no idea what she is talking about or what is going on, or maybe does not even speak English as I had heard at least a few Spanish phrases. I am not that concerned and remain passive.

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This seems to once again confirm that the preconscious personification (though which does not directly appear in all dreams) cannot ultimately be fully controlled or scripted as every other dream setting, feature, and character can be. My present guess is that it is because it serves a special function in liminal space between sleeping and waking and is somehow directly linked to circadian rhythms and likely another biological function (likely the waking mechanism itself, somehow personified to prevent staying asleep for too long, my best guess at this time). However, in apex lucidity (and in certain other dream types), I seem to wholly “replace” this character. I still have not worked out all the specifics even in fifty years of dream work (although it is something I have not studied quite as much as other components). Saying that country code fifty-four is America confirms the usual wrongness of how this character communicates, which is also a bit of a puzzle. However, thanks to a number of very similar dreams over the years, some clues have emerged. The preconscious personification does not appear to like me having a telephone or other method of communication (which symbolizes access to my conscious self or possibly even the collective unconscious or collective conscious). This seems to imply that it is “against” the dream self (the dream self being the subconscious personification) attaining lucidity - though this may be relative to the specific timing or segment of the dream (which is always the last part); very curious since the “unity hug” instigates this communication or at least coalescence of the dream self into full consciousness, what dreams are naturally designed to represent with virtually countless metaphors. (Then again, a telephone symbolizes indirect communication while a hug is actual “physical” communication. I suspect there is much more to this.)

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I'm somewhere in a city, together with a white girl my age. We seem to be spies and we're a team. Perhaps we are also in a relationship, though I'm not sure about that. We're about to start our mission. We've definitely done something similar before, because as we start I even say something like "here we go again" in English. We're a few metres above street level and jump a bit down onto a brown wooden walkway (which I think wasn't meant to be a walkway) to cross the road. On this side of the road are a bunch of shops, in a neat row, like any shopping street. The building style is quite old, gothic perhaps. There's grey concrete pillars and presumably arches about 2 metres in front of the shops. We take care cause we spot a police officer outside and there's another one inside one of the shops. Both of them are white, one male, one female. I think it was the female who was still outside. We hide behind one of the pillars. We're right in front of a bookshop and we decide to go in, I think for information. The bookstore is well lighted, everything is bright. It's a neat place. I get a bit distracted by my passion for books. We look around, trying to be inconspicuous. They are having a sale. Every single book is 9 ... euro's? Pounds? Not sure. 9. As far as I remember, only the owner of the shop was present. She reminds me of a university lecturer I had.. or perhaps it's her. A white woman in her 40s with slightly curly hair. I'm not sure of the colour anymore. My partner and I only look, never touching any of the books. We're standing at a low bookcase near the window. My partner decides to go outside to view the books in the window. She gives me a look. I don't remember what type of look. Not to get distracted perhaps? I walk around the bookshop and once I've reached the final bookcase, I let out a small sigh. The owner, who is behind a round counter, responds to it. Something along the lines of "can't find what you're looking for?" I respond with "you must've heard that sigh a lot." She starts asking me about my book preferences so that she can help me out. I tell her that I'll read a lot of things. The last things I've read are fantasy books though. She is a bit uncertain, but finally decides to show me two books. I don't remember the first one (or perhaps the second one). The one that I do remember is a gigantic book. It's got a blue cover. At one point it's open on the very last page and I see a price that says "0.09". I know it's meant to be a price of 9 ... whatever currency. The girl is now back as well and we go through the pages, flipping carefully towards the front. There's no text. It's all paintings. At one point I see a painting of a man's face that a friend of mine made a year ago, only this is much bigger. I'm surprised by this. Did my friend's work get published somehow? Did she just copy paint an existing painting? We continue flipping. Dragon. Some of the pages are torn and the lady says we have to be careful. People have been mishandling this book, causing some tears along the lines of the paint. I like this book, especially considering it's price. There's no way I can take it with me though. I start anticipating a sales pitch from the woman. I anticipate that she will suggest home delivery. Even then, it would take up too much space in my room.

Bed 9pm - 3:30am

Finally a cool dream.

I'm in spy agency's HQ. I'm a spy being trained or prepped for a mission. Bunch of paperwork. Then trainer takes me with him to a prep room, sits me down and gives me a syringe. It's full of light yellow liquid. He tells me to inject myself. I know it's to prepare me for pain if enemy takes me and tries to hurt me. But I hesitate, so he gets fake mad and jabs me in left shoulder, then few times in the right shoulder.

Still at the agency, looking through a manual/magazine at the desk. Last page has a add for a movie. It starts to play. The redhead from X-Files and a blond take off their shirts, one stands behind the other and they start having fun. I'm surprised and I worry a child could be in the room and I don't want them to see it. So I close the magazine. (saw the commercial for new X-Files movie just before bed).

Wooo cool dream. Thank you, come again!

Dl1 - On a bus, looking out the window at street going by. Notice that a tall slim man in a long coat is peeking at me every now and then. Trying not to meet my gaze. Snooping on me.
I get off and head into a market place but he is still tailing me. At a stall selling miscellaneous crap, handbags and things, he is standing right the other side as I feel is blocking my route further. I retrace my steps but cannot lose him.

Dl2 - Repeating dream -> when I say repeating I mean it seems to go on for ages with something the same/similar happening I often get these. Does anyone else I wonder. Like a thought going round and round.
Archangels are being visualised in greater and greater detail each cycle giving increased chance of incubations success. They seem to be getting different details/colours as they get higher. Each time it is getting harder to do.

23 September 2015

Her name? She had no name as far as I knew or if she did I never had a chance to know it. I suppose “Kimmerle” would be a fitting name for her. A name that means “grief and trouble.”

Kim’s profession is still fuzzy to me, I’m not even sure if she had one per se but as I observed the events of her life unfold from her point of view throughout the duration of this dream it was clear that, at least for a time, she was embarking on some investigative journalism. It began during the day, there was a party being held in what appeared to be the basement of Victory Bible (a church I attended when I was younger). This woman’s intentions were unclear but as far as I could surmise she was attempting to get some intel on an older gentlemen who was attending the party. He was sitting in the back while everyone else was enjoying the party. He was an elderly man, with little hair left on his scalp. He wore glasses and white polo shirt with cackies. She sat with him and spoke about…something. I can not well remember what that something was but I know that it pertained to the personal lives of a number of the people at this party and that if word of their conversation got around there would be repercussions. It is for this reason that Kim and this man kept this conversation to themselves. At some point the man got anxious and demanded Kim to leave him and stop asking questions. I suppose they were getting close to getting caught. I vaguely remember a woman becoming frustrated with Kim and the man for some reason. She may have been on to what they were talking about.

Although I was viewing everyting from Kimmerle’s point of view I was aware of her appearance. She had light brown hair and was slightly tan. She had it down in curls. At least that was the case when she was at the party but things changed when she got back to her home. For one thing I saw that she lived in an anacronistic Victorian style home and while I have no memory of her looking in any mirrors I know that her hair had changed from brown to brunette and was up in a bun. She was no dressed in a dress reminescent of the ones that were worn back in the Victorian era. The house appeared to have electricity.

In this point in the dream it was nightfall and it appeared that Kim’s life had gotted drastically worse. Her mother was sick and bedridden and her sister along with other members of her family ostricized and criticized her. It seemed that she did not have a friend in the world at this point and I could tell that she was very unhappy with where her life was. It was imlied that her mother’s condition was somehow her fault. I am not sure if this was in any way related to the interview she conducted with that man. All I could tell was that something had gone horribly wrong, her mother was sick and dying as a result, her family was scornful towards her, and whatever it was that had gone wrong may have been all her fault and I think that she did blame herself for whatever events had transpired.

This may have been a single dream but the events hereafter appeared to take place over the course of several days. I was even able to witness Kim crawl into bed, go to sleep at night, and wake up the next morning. I don’t remember the details of the events but I do have vague memories of family members coming in to give Kimmerle a hard time. Even her own mother whome Kim was keeping in her house had nothing but harsh words for her. Three days seemed to pass.
On the third night Kim was playing a game on her laptop. She was sitting outside the house. I got the sense that this was a means of escape for her since her life was basically a mess. At some point I gained control of Kimmerle’s body and looked up at the sky. The Earth was rotating much faster than normal as I could actually see the stars racing across the sky. I was not aware that this was a dream but somehow I knew that time was passing by faster than normal and now I knew why. It was mezmerising, I had always wondered what it would be like to see a real live timelaps of the stars making their rounds. But at the same time there was something terrifying about it. For some reason I could only look up at the sky for short period of time because seeing the sky like this filled me with fear. I saw the sun was beginning to rise so (still in Kim’s body) I rushed back inside as I know her mother would not be happy find her daughter spending her nights out playing games (I am not sure how I knew that or why I even cared).

Another day came and went and the events were lost in memory. At this point Kim had regained control of her body. It was now the fourth night. Kim was lying in bed getting ready to go to sleep but then she heard a noise. Somehow we both knew that it was a man in her mother’s room although neither of us was sure what is intentions were. At this point it felt as though Kim and I shared control of her body. Her will was mine and my will was her’s. We both wanted to make sure that mother was alright but neither of us actually wanted to go out there out of fear. I am not sure if Kim was really aware of my presence within her soul (I guess I was within her soul, I’m not sure how else to describe it). When we peeked out the door of Kim’s room we saw the silhouette of a man scurrying out the front door. At this point we shut the door and proceeded to panic. We were not really sure what it was that were afraid of but something about that man’s aspect really spooked us. The last thing I saw was the window of Kim’s room. The curtains were shut and there was an orange light coming through.

I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart was racing. I don’t know what it was that frightened me just then but I was happy to be awake.

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Lucid #2??: One Last Mission

I’m heading upstairs to change my lightbulbs, but arrive to find that we’ve got tons of people upstairs visiting while my father-in-law changes them for me. I feel embarrassed, as if it looks like I never take care of anything around the house. He even somehow installed light bulbs with little solar panels attached to them, which I’ve never even heard of!

I head downstairs, feeling inadequate. I see that we have a big video screen that greets people at the front door. I see that it’s programmed to show a big story about turncoat spies within some US government agency. It’s some kind of huge story and these traitors are all over the news. As I’m heading into the kitchen, thinking about this fancy video monitor and the fancy lightbulbs, I realize that this feels a whole lot like a dream.

My father-in-law joins me downstairs and I say, “Hey, [Father-in-law], I’ve got an even cooler way to change lightbulbs!” I gesture at one of the recess lights in the kitchen ceiling and with a couple quick hand gestures, pull it out, summon a new one, and place it into the socket. It lights up!

He looks amazed and asks me how I did that. “This is actually a lucid dream,” I admit. “You can really do anything here.” He nods in acknowledgement, still looking impressed.

I recall my conversation yesterday with Iokheira where we were talking about cool dream ideas that people had never, ever done. I chose one of the ones we had decided was awesome enough that we were going to try: werewolf skydiving! :canislucidus: I phase through an external, curtained door out onto a back patio.

There’s a long row of side-by-side deck chairs here, with lots of people lounging around and relaxing. I look at the woman closest to the wall, but no, this isn’t Iokheira . One chair over, though is a group of three women sitting together, and on the left is Iokheira ! She hops out of the chair and we hug.

“It’s great to see you!” I say.

“Great to see you too!” she says and then starts nodding as I’m about to say, “Do you remember what we’d planned to try in this dream?” I can tell that she already knows the plan is werewolf skydiving.

Iokheira throws on a pair of aviator sunglasses, grabs my hand, and strides forward. We walk through a large yard into some suburban streets. She says, “Dylan (??) and Romero tried to tell me that this is my last mission. We’ll see about that...” I get the idea that she’s some kind of spy or secret agent. “The agency’s in [turmoil? chaos?] right now.”

I’m strongly sensing a backstory where she’s an agent in some kind of secret government agency. I wonder if it’s some kind of special division for werewolves. We go past a bus stop to a grassy field, while she continues to explain some more of the backstory. I wonder whether there will be a cliff at the end of this field for a possible BASE jump! Before we get to anything like that, though, the dream ends.

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I am at some exotic place, like an old church semi-ruined, where groups gather to have workshops like tile making and other artistic works. I go downstairs for a break and pass by a hallway where I see on my periferal vision a man with a hooded cape, sitting on the floor against a wall, like a beggar, but not really begging. It's only a few steps ahead that I realized: “didn't I just see my guru?” I look back but he's already gone. I go after him through a door to the outside, a maze of crowded streets like in some middle eastern village. I finally spot them and keep trying to reach him, but he Is fast and I keep loosing him at every corner. He knows I am after him, but he is like a jedi master, he wanted me to see him, bu not to meet him, just to know that he is keeping an eye on me.

September 25, 2014

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I was an agent of some sort, and was going to meet my parents at a restaurant for dinner. But I had a mission, and told them I wasn't feeling well. I would meet them at the house we rented.

I found the target: A man in his mid 20s, who had long curly, blond hair. He looked like a dumbass.

I took him back to the house I was staying at with my parents, but enough time had passed that they would be asleep now. I was sitting with this guy on the couch in the living room, and seduced him. I had to get some information from his computer, so I put a bug on it when he wasn't looking, and then had to stall him long enough for it to get the info. So I dripped some melted chocolate on his leg, and said, "oops~" and actually licked it off him. His leg was hairy and gross. I must have been a boss agent if I was willing to do that for the info. I then "accidentally" spilled some chocolate on my thigh, and made him lick it off.

At that point, I only needed like a minute and a half more time, and the guy was hard as hell, so I basically used him so that I could climax, and made him leave. Like literally, I had my way with him, and kicked him out of the house still hard... Poor guy.

I went to the bathroom to pee, found out my sister was in the shower. (I don't have a sister IWL)

Then the next morning I met all these people who lived in the house we were renting. IT was a huge house, so lots of people lived there. One of them was a guy in my agency, who was congratulating me for my work last night. My parents were in the kitchen, and the guy was saying how talented I was.

"Yeah, I'm pretty smart, aren't I?" I said.
I was cleaning up around the couch just to be safe, and he leaned on the couch and whispered, "You've got other talents, too ;)"
We found an empty room and... ya know.

Flash forward, and I was walking through a field, back to the house. It's a field through dunes, and there are trees around the huge field, and the path I'm on leads to a lake, eventually. I've been there in my dreams before, but I don't recall when. I got back to the house, and had to help one of the residents move a large antique furniture.

I dreamed that my aunt decided that my grandparents needed a new house, so while they were all out in town, she had their old house demolished and a new one built in its place. It was an incredibly fancy and stylish Frank Lloyd Wright style home, and my grandparents really liked it.

Then I was walking down a dirt road next to some woods. there was a small group of guys walking in front of me. One of them had a pie, and all the rest wanted a piece. But the guy refused to give them any. When they became increasingly insistent on having some, he shot off off into the woods next to the road and disappeared.

Then the grown-up Andy from Toy Story 3 was wanted to be the starring character in a new soap opera. He declined the role, much to everyone's disappointment. He was in sort of an apartment complex. As he left the meeting with the soap opera people, he walked past the open door of a day care. A young toddler was sort of crawling out the door, and as Andy walked past, it sort of reached out its arms and gave a small cry of want and desire. As if it really wanted him to star in the soap opera. But somehow the toddler's actions touched my heart, and I started crying really hard. I cried and cried as I followed Andy.

Andy went up a long flight of stairs into the upper level of the apartment. He got to the top and went inside a door. I could see him through a window. His grandmother appeared and gave him an after-dinner mint, and anxiously asked where his sister was.

There were two VFX companies that were widely renowned for their superb visuals. To everyone's surprise, the two companies decided to merge and become one huge amazing company. I dreamed they made a commercial for their new company, and I was somehow in it. All the famous characters from their previous films came flying out of the sun and collided with the other company's characters. The result was an awesome explosion with lens flares and lots of glamour. (Yes, as a filmmaker, I'm into visual effects companies. :p)

Then I dreamed about the opening scenes of the Hunger Games. (I've never seen the film, by the way.) I dreamed that Katniss's father was an alcoholic man who made beer off in the woods in a trailer. She was selected for the Hunger Games. The judges told her to go off into the woods and get ready. She went away.

What followed was a beautiful ethreal sequence. Strange long women in bright colored dresses wove in and out of sunlit trees, singing low. They swayed back and forth, like the women were made of rope. I dreamed Katniss was there, and was bathing in a spring. It was embarrassing. Suddenly, a horn blew in the distance and she looked up anxiously. It was time to get back to head quarters, and she had taken too long.

Then it was several days later. Katniss had just completed a task, and for some reason she needed information from a spy. So she and a judge went off on a rainy evening to find him. The spy was literally a mole. He lived underground, and all you could see of him was his head, because they had dug away the earth around it so they could talk with him. Katniss needed information, but the spy was reluctant to give it to her. She got increasingly stern with him, and he enigmatically replied, "But this was our first breakup! Not even your precious boyfriend survived the last task!" But at last he relented and gave her a reel-to-reel recording.

Katniss went off and tried to decipher the message, but she couldn't because the recording was of a person speaking "in the language of trees".

July 04, 2014

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Animal Crossing

I was playing my Animal Crossing: New Leaf game, except I was in the game. I kept changing my clothes because I couldn't figure out what to wear that day.




Penises and FUCK THIS SHIT

I was at a fancy party with Zukin. It was on the roof of a really tall building, and we were all dressed up super sexy and elegant and whatnot. We were walking around, and I looked around, watching the faces... I had a target at this party.

I was secretly an agent. I was an assassin, to be precise. My target was a man at this party, and Zukin didn't know I was a spy... I saw the man I was to kill, and mentioned to Zukin that I wanted to go eat some pineapples. She looked at me, followed my eyes, and nodded eagerly. We went to the buffet and grabbed a plate of pineapples, and then walked over to my target.

"Care for some pineapples?" I asked him.

He nodded, and took a piece from the plate. We all walked around for about half an hour, chatting. We all became such good pals that he invited us to go someplace with him after the party. We agreed. I was thinking how easy this would be.

We walked past a giant fountain, and I slipped a bit, falling into his arms. He made sure I was alright and stood me back up, pulling some hair from in front of my face, tucking it back behind my ear. I smiled up at him, and we all kept walking.

We decided to pause for a bit, and I sat with Zukin in a little window-seat type thing. Even though we were on the roof, there was a wall on one edge, along which we sat. Then all hell broke loose; There was a siren of sorts, and an announcement that we all had to leave, because the party was over. Zukin and I stood up and got swept away by the crowd; I could see my target behind us, keeping his eyes on us so as not to loose us.

We filed down the stairs and into a wide, tall hallway. We ducked into a little cut-out where the girl's bathroom door was. Zukin said she had to pee, and so I waited outside while she was inside the one-person restroom. I also kept my eyes open for my target, hoping to catch him as he left and remind him of his offer to us.

Then, I got a call: it was my boss. They told me my target had changed. The man we'd been schmoozing all night was no longer a threat... the new target: Zukin. On the inside, I was screaming "FUCK YOU BASTARDS." But I said, "understood."

I knocked on the door. "Is it safe to come in, Zukin?"
"Yeah, just washing my hands now."
I opened the door and slid in without making much sound.
"Zukin."
"Yeah?" She was drying her hands.

I told her I was a spy, and that my new target was her. She stared at me.
"So this is what we're gonna do," I said.
After I explained the plan to her, she was so psyched.

We got in some kind of badass flying machine, headed for the Headquarters of my spy organization. I pulled a pistol out of a strap at my thigh, and handed it to Zukin. We busted through the doors of HQ, holding out the guns and shouting.

Then my watch beeped. In the middle of busting up HQ, I did a reality check, realized I was dreaming, and also how absurd it all was.

I decided that, since I was dreaming, and I already had this big-ass gun, I would continue to wreck shit up with Zukin. I let off a few rounds into the air, shouting and running around. Zukin was bashing someone's head into a table.

I wondered if this counted toward the bonus task for the month, but didn't dwell on it for very long, since I was busy spray-painting the walls with penises and things like "FUCK THIS SHIT" and your mother jokes.

These were my dreams from this morning. The first, which I remember almost nothing about, solely consisted of me texting a friend while sitting in bed. Something caused me to wake up and I saw that I still had a little more than an hour before my alarm would go off, so I attempted a WBTB.

I remember I was in a car with Sam and Dean from Supernatural, with possibly one other person. We stopped somewhere to eat I think, and at some point, I acquired a flash of lucidity. I got a little too excited and closed my eyes, very nearly waking myself up right there, but I just relaxed and visualized the setting of the dream and managed to stabilize it. I got back in the car with everyone else and started driving when I got the idea to just make the car fly like the way John flew the car in Homestuck. I imagined the car lifting off like a plane as I drove on the road, and it did start to lift a bit, but then a tornado appeared in front of us and lifted us up, although I still had complete control over the car and apparently the tornado. I commented that it was like The Wizard of Oz and cackled like a witch on purpose, then the dream or my recall skipped again. Still lucid, I was in a city at night standing in the street. I looked up into the sky determined to fly again and jumped. It was a bit difficult and I gained altitude pretty slowly, but I spread my arms, visualized rising up like an eagle riding a hot updraft (visualizing seems to really help when I'm trying to exert control), and flew up and over a bridge. Some of the birds who were up there squawking and chirping at me, so I jokingly squeaked and chirped back. I got the feeling that we actually understood each other, and eventually I landed on a rooftop garden courtyard thing.

I believe I lost lucidity at this point, and there were a lot of kittens laying around in this courtyard that led down into an apartment. Most of them ignored me, until I walked down into the apartment a bit. I was afraid to proceed too far into the apartment for fear of getting caught, but then a few cats meowed and jumped onto me. They weren't hurting me, but they wouldn't let go and were basically just trying to weigh me down. I tried climbing back up the stairs but so many jumped on me I collapsed. I wasn't exactly afraid, they were just kittens after all, but I was a bit annoyed and I kept struggling until I woke up.