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April 04, 2015

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I was standing over a large room. It's was if there was a balcony at the top of the room to oversee everything. It was all bare except for a pool. I decided to have it filled, so I could invite my brothers and friends over to swim. By the time it was filled, the others had arrived and we all started swimming. We were like cows/sheep in Minecraft, though; all of us crowded to one corner/end of the pool. And then two of my classmates set up one of those floating barriers so we were all stuck in this space.

I decided I was uncomfortably crowded where I was so I called over to the ones making the barrier and told them to open us up to the rest of the pool. It was my pool, so I could do what I wanted with it. People started to disperse, and I felt better. I realized that there were a whole bunch of nerdy celebrities in the pool, not just my family and friends. Actors from so many different Sci-Fi or otherwise nerdy series were there and I couldn't believe my eyes. Then My little brother, who was floating next to me, smiled and said, "You still think you're awake, don't you?"

I looked at him, confused, and then at my hands. My fingers were all different lengths and there was one too many of them. I was dreaming! I was a little bit disconcerted that a DC had said something like that. Isn't that not usually supposed to happen...? I let it go, and jumped out of the pool to hover above it. I tilted myself so I hung upside down to think of which tasks I wanted to try first. I figured I would do the portable portal task first, so I rummaged in my pocket (I was fully clothes even when I was in the pool) until I felt something paper-like. I pulled out a folded black piece of circular paper. Perfect! I unfolded it and noticed that it was pretty small, somewhere between the size of my hand and the size of my head. It didn't bother me, though, as it would probably get bigger when I placed it on the ground. I was already hanging upside down so I simply slapped the piece of paper down toward the ground below me. It stuck itself to the ground and I shot right into it head-first, hoping the portal would take me to an advanced civilization or the ISS.

I seemed to be falling down a long black tunnel for a few moments. In the next instant I was sitting in a corner of the living room back home. Not really an advanced civilization, but I'll take it.

And then there was a siren or something. I heard the beaming sound from Star Trek, and about 20 red-shirts and 10 medical staff in formation appeared in front of me. The living room had no furniture and these Star Trekkers were small. They started dancing and singing a song about their bananas being theirs and no one else's... There was also something about a marmoset in the song, but I don't remember the lyrics all that well. Three of the red-shirts broke off from the formation with huge gun-like things. I watched as they walked toward me, turned back to their companions, and shot colored foamy stuff at them. Funny thing, only the red-shirts got covered it it even though the medical staff was scattered through out the ranks.

What interesting advanced tech, I thought.

I decided I still wanted to visit the ISS. I had just watched Interstellar that night so I was pretty excited about this. I walked outside, and noticed a Turkey Tom perched on the basketball hoop in my neighbor's half of the driveway. At first it ignored me but then it turned toward me and just sorta stared at me. I told myself to ignore it and reminded myself this was my dream and I could make it leave. I walked out to the center of the driveway and when I looked back at the hoop, the creepy turkey was gone. My cousin was now there, and she handed me the water softener my dad bought last time I was home. She said I would need soft water where I was going.

Holding onto this clunky water softener, I looked up from where I stood. It was foggy, or cloudy, or both. I couldn't see the stars... I jumped up to fly fast upwards but for some reason could only go fairly slowly. I was just passing the tops of the tall trees in the yard when I looked up again. It was still foggy and I could see the silhouettes of giagantic trees far above me. It was kinda cool and beautiful, but I wanted to get out to space... I landed, tried again with a fresh start, but was going even slower this time. Exasperated, I threw the water softener, realizing I had been stupid to keep holding it. I did another RC to stabilize my control; my fingers still looked all wonky and I decided to try flying from the field instead of from the driveway. I flew over the trees lining my yard and landed in the field. As I passed over the trees, the world was suddenly snowy, and I brushed icy snow from the top of a tree. By the time I landed in the field, there was no snow again, and there was no fog but there were still clouds.

I decided to try a different method this time, and instead of looking upwards as I flew, I looked down at the ground. It was closer and I could more easily envision what would happen as I shot upwards, as I'd done this lots of times in Minecraft on creative mode. I used my hands to make a sort of window so I could only see part of the ground, and jumped upwards, thinking of a rocket launching. I shot off from the ground at an incredible speed and watched as it flew further and further away from me. I watched as my house/yard became a circular patch in the middle of a vast plane or wheat/corn fields. I got higher and higher and decided to pause for a moment. I stopped on a dime, and looked around. To the north, there was a huge lake or ocean, and an island on it. I could see a line of houses along the coast of this small island and somehow I just knew that this was the fabled Guinea Pig Island one of my students had told me about last month. I went just a little bit lower to see what kind of advanced Tech they had. I noticed thousands of tiny flying craft. I assumed each of them had a guinea pig in it. There was also some sort of crazy machine at the top of a building. It had moving arms and I wasn't really sure what it was doing. I flew further north and saw various colonies of various advanced-looking civilizations and cities, and then I hit the coast. There was endless water from here on out. I continued flying at high speed over the water, getting higher and higher and higher. Everything got brighter and brighter and the sun, which was to my right and setting, was flaring more and more. Then I hit some sort of threshold and things got gradually bluer and darker. I looked up and could see stars even though I knew it was daytime on the ground directly below me. I got excited and kept pushing, expecting to run across the ISS any time now. I spotted something out of the corner of my eye and there it was! Well, actually it was the Endurance from Interstellar. Close enough, yeah?

I flew up to it and knocked on a window to get someone to let me in. I was tickled giddy that my subC didn't allow any sounds in space. I didn't hear the knocking and I couldn't hear myself when I called out to the guy who was inside. It was Chris Hadfield haha!

He let me into the Endurance but I woke up shortly after, before I could talk to Chris ; u ;

Morning of February 4, 2015. Wednesday.



I keep moving in and out of sleep over a couple hours but stay in the same general dream environment and level of consciousness. At one point I open my eyes and watch an animation of a hand-drawn red and blue daisy on the wall above the real telephone (red and blue alternating petals). I do not try to shake it off as the hypnopompic stage it is - I am not getting out of bed yet anyway. It wiggles insect-like at times, and wavy lines “swim” out from it on the wall in all directions (one “jumping” over the phone chord), as the daisy drawing breaks up into its individual smaller lines. I look near the ceiling on the wall in the room to my left. High on the wall is a series of handwritten years (each about four inches high); 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and so on, in a column, alternating in red and blue writing for each year (for example one year written in blue, the next down in red, the next down in blue, and so on), about seven or eight dates. I am not sure of the relevance.

Over time, I keep turning to either my left or ride side (typically alternating in seemingly “precisely timed” stages) taking care not to bump my sleeping wife and making sure it is done at the right time relating to the “proofreading” system I sometimes indulge in. My task is to read through someone else’s writing - three or four paragraphs, I think; I am not sure of the content anymore. The “paragraphs” are an orange fluffy ball hanging in the air (lit from the inside as if in photographic negative), about four feet up and to the right of the bed. I have to move my essence up and down through it to “download” the English writing. I have to “read” and “reread” this orange-fluffy-ball and mentally correct any spelling errors. It gets rather boring at times…It is almost like a featureless porcupine fish rendered in the wrong area, though it is not close enough to my sleeping body to be that annoying.

At one point, I am lying on a porch at an unknown residence. I am lying there mentally reading through a newspaper that is lying open near where I am, no need to turn the pages - I read it in a dream within my dream. This is not the right newspaper, though; I am actually looking for a CD that came with a particular newspaper, something relating to animal sounds made by students in a special project - I see the advertisement for it being in another newspaper. The front door opens and an older frail man looks out at me, seemingly annoyed at first, but then he offers me a place to sleep, but then I tell him I am okay where I am. He apparently sees me as a homeless teen.

A new “Star Trek” (original series) episode is being filmed in the large parking lot of a shopping mall in La Crosse (near the old Quillin’s IGA area). I am within the story itself at first, as if it is all “real”. I am on the Enterprise and I watch the activities of a Klingon ship from a window at the end of a very small downward-slanted hallway (nothing like this on the actual show in real life) - it is close and I see a lot of detail but it does not fire. Later, I am walking around in the parking lot and see that all the ships are miniature. Does this mean all the actors had been miniaturized as well? I see no larger sets representing the inside of ships. It seems very late at night. After a short time of exploration in the parking lot, I look down at a model of the Enterprise and comment on how much of it is made of cardboard, though in fact, it is actually sitting over a rectangular cardboard “fence” and not with any cardboard in the plastic model itself.

Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner, both seeming only around forty years old at the most, are seated on benches. I ask William Shatner if they are making a new “Star Trek” episode (again, as part of the original series) and he says “yes” quite cheerfully and I say “cool” with a warm sincerity, not remembering they are rather old now and that it is not 1969 anymore.

Morning of January 20, 2015. Tuesday.



As my dream begins, I seem to be sitting on a bed (aligned along the west wall) in my father’s music room in Cubitis as it was around 1975. I have four cassette tapes. Two of them are in cases with seemingly commercial labeling and two seem created by an amateur outfit with store-bought blanks. Apparently, I am involved in my own dub recordings using these four cassette tapes as some sort of background audio.

Two of the cassette tapes have something to do with Captain Kirk (of “Star Trek”) though I am not certain if it is music, talking (such as interviews with the cast), the reading of a “Star Trek” novel, or sound effects from the show, or perhaps a random bit of everything. These two tapes have a cover with the same picture of a very young William Shatner as Kirk (sitting at a table with his hands clasped), with different label coloring on each as if part of a set or series. The other two tapes, or at least one of them, is an amateur fan fiction tape which also contains other things such as unusual sections of music and possibly a couple interviews or even unrelated random talking from a radio (or even just the static at times). I am not sure if the tapes are ninety minutes or an hour each, or perhaps much shorter, though I do eventually maintain the overall impression that they each are at least an hour long or half-hour per side.

Unlike many dreams of this nature, the tapes are not eaten by the cassette player and no other mechanical problems ensue. What I hear is actually not very unusual. It seems I do listen to the entire side of one cassette, at least, by which the last section is a shorter pad-like sound with dull and lower frequency dynamics. I hear it very clearly in-dream. Prior to this was two males talking in some sort of (possibly political) interview and there was also a speech by a male “Star Trek” fan and his work in an amateur “Star Trek” movie where he plays Captain Kirk. However, much of it seems like non-rhythmic electronic music and other sounds, including sound effects from the original “Star Trek” series. I am thinking on how I have yet to “filter” and compress the entire length of audio of that side of the tape and then add my own music over the top of it - by which it will then all sound completely different. I get the impression the first step will give the tapes a much better “silky” dynamic (with no tape noise or hiss whatsoever), but I am not thinking about low quality MP3s - which often have an overly silky sound as well as an irritating chorus-like funnel effect on high-hats and higher frequencies in general. It seems my “album” will only be on cassette tapes and oddly, I have no clearer memory of my work in digital audio at all.

Part of this is likely based on real-life memories of my father having bought “blank” cassette tapes at flea markets which had a variety of people already having recorded various random things on them, including cussing soliloquies and various incomplete radio “experiments”, with someone continuously changing the stations as they were recording.

Morning of January 14, 2015. Wednesday.



My dream involves a “Star Trek” novel, printed by hand in ink on Post-it notes. The notes are in a large pile, mostly in order at first. About three-quarters of the way through, the pages seem out of order and the last section seems flipped around.

The story comes to life, both on a television in an unknown room I am in and sometimes with me at the scene of the story as an interactive “movie” for shorter periods. I see a small poster or page from an unknown magazine of a young William Shatner which reads “Trek Star”. At first, the letters in the title seem ambiguous or intentionally displaying different words (probably “Tek War” a series of science-fiction novels created by William Shatner, ghost-written by Ron Goulart). Also, it seems like the story is supposed to be “disguised” so that people will not realize at first that it is a “Star Trek” story, though the “Trek Star” title is a rather obvious clue that it is. I see Christopher Lloyd as a Klingon at one point. I hear the name “Kirk” (though not “captain”) fairly often as if that is supposed to be another clue before it is more clearly a “Star Trek” story.

One scene where I seem to actually be present relates to an event where Kirk is on a planet and has dealings with a few Freakies (from Freakies Cereal) who are trying to help him in what seems like a possible court martial, though it looks like a normal courtroom at one point. Kirk mentions how the Freakies were not members of his crew though they seem to think they are honorary members, which is why they want to help him. The story is not that clear. It may be that the Klingons have invaded the Freakies home world.

It eventually becomes tedious to read each paragraph on each separate Post-it note (though reading in dreams is often difficult, as the writing typically changes when looking back at it). I am not sure where the stack of Post-it notes came from. When I get three-quarters in as mentioned earlier, some of the pages are also either blank or very slightly reflective bronze-colored on one side. I start to look through the rest of them but my dream loses cohesion at this point. I do carefully flip each page over onto the ones in the pile already read, which remains on the floor for the most part, though I sometimes pick it up. The remaining pages are in my left hand.

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#384 - DILD 6:37AM

This dream was probably inspired by watching "Gravity" and "Guardians Of The Galaxy" yesterday.

I am the captain of a starship. I have somehow acquired several other ships either by space battles or other means. I look at a computer readout showing several ship ordered by value. The one at the top is worth 8 something billion dollars, almost 9. There is some older woman who I think of as important. She is in need of a ship of her own and I am feeling generous. I decide to let her have her pick, but not the most valuable one. That one is mine. Shes comes back not liking any of the starships I offered her so I reluctantly offer the more valuable one. I haven't really got to check out this ship yet so I decide to go with her. I see that I have a spacesuit on with a helmet already. I notice that there is no face shield and I am able to put my hand inside the helmet. I decide there must be some sort of force field that will activate when I go out. I open the air lock and make a quick space walk to the other ship that is docked to my main ship. I use something like a large air tank to propel me forward but when I look down it is just a can of air duster. I feel embarrassed and quickly drop it. Unfortunately, I don't think to take in the view of space during this all of this.

I climb up a ladder and come to the main bridge. It looks very much like something from Star Trek but there are skeletal corpses standing around. I feel fear and disgust but I remember this is the effect of the weaponry I used against them. I haven't had a change to clean this up. I think I see one of the corpses moving but when I look I see that it was just my imagination. I make my way through some darkened corridors and feel I am being followed. I turn around and see that one of the corpses really is moving and right behind me. I say, "You're dead. You're not supposed to be following me." Then I quickly dismiss the whole thing as I turn a corner and open a door. There is a room full of people that are still alive and healthy. I am not sure how to handle this so I hit my communicator badge, "Dad.... I mean... err... Co.. Commander." It's really weird having my dad as my "Number One" officer. I tap again, "Commander, we still have people in here. I need assistance immediately." There is no reply but I feel like he got the message. I find a darkened room that I really need access to but I can't find any light switch. I tap my badge again, "I need power diverted to Engineering." This doesn't do anything for me. I feel a little panicky now, "Commander, come here please. I need help."

*Memory Gap*

I am now somehow lucid and talking to a woman on an old Motorola RAZR flip as I walk around the living quarters of the ship. The exact conversation is a little hard to recall but she kept saying, "Tonight's the big night. Stick to the plan. Don't fuck it up." Her voice sounds like Scratch from "Were Alive". There is some other garbled word she says but I focus many on asking what the plan is. I can't get any answer from her other than her repeating the same things. After a long time I hear a click and the phone disconnects. I try pushing the send button as a redial function. There is one ring then silence. I do this several times then try *69. Someone picks up. I say, "Just tell me what the fuck you are talking about. What's the plan? What plan?" I have no idea why I am so hung up on this but I am completely obsessed with getting an answer. As I am on the phone I am paying close attention to the living quarters. Most of it looks like a large mobile home. I end up in some large complex bathroom. There is a section that has a toilet in the shower. I feel like something looks familiar but can't place it (my parents camper trailer). I leave this area and find my mom sitting at a dining table. I let the phone conversation go and decide to ask my mom, knowing that all DCs are connected as part of my subconscious. As I make my way to mom I feel a slight instability to the dream. I know this dream has gone on for quite some time and i wonder when I'll wake up.

I sit down across from here and ask her about the phone call; I forget my exact wording. She responds, "Austin to Houston then to a computer." I was listening really closely and want to make sure I understood her so I repeat it back. She smiles and nods with raised eyebrows like she had really said something great.
I chuckle and say, "That doesn't make any sense. You [My Subconscious] are all crazy assholes." After I say this I realize I am insulting the deepest parts of my psyche. My mom frown and almost looks evil. I lean forward and I large cardboard box appears between me and the edge of the table. It jams into my neck. There is a little pain but I feel like I am choking. I decide to give up on all of this now and try to think of actual goals as I stand up. I wake up.

I haven't been paying attention to dreaming much lately. Life has been getting busier. But last night I thought, "I'm going to lucid dream." And I did! It was a little different from other LDs I've had; there was no point at which I consciously thought, "I'm dreaming!" I just gradually became more aware. It was a very long dream.

I was part of a group of people who had to recapture some kind of relic from an underground place. It was being held by enemies of some kind, maybe orcs. I see it--a small glowing thing--on a ledge about 50 feet away. We manage to sneak by the orcs and capture the relic. Suddenly Sarek of Vulcan appears. I say something like, "Sarek, it's an honor to have your here." He replies, "Your name is no less esteemed." (Seems like a very Sarek thing to say.) I get the impression that we are doing a good job on our missions vs. the bad guys.

We casually walk out of the place without anyone stopping us. We might've had disguises; I don't remember. Just as we're going through some large double doors, there's an uproar behind us. One of the group, a white woman, shoots up in the air and starts flying. I think for a second that, "Whoa, she just did that. Maybe I can too." So we leave all our bags behind and just shoot up in the air. It was around this time that I became lucid. I was thinking that my dream-flying was different from any other time I've done it, that I was more "floaty". I was really enjoying myself. I thought about how I was really lying in bed, and I knew I was starting to wake up. I focused on the face of the woman beside me, in an attempt to stabilize the dream. I don't know her face. The stabilization works, and I stay asleep!

Later we are in a shopping area, a cute strip mall or something. I think, "I want my backpack." (The one I left behind.) I hold out my hand and make it appear beneath me! This is another 'first' for me. I felt like Q from Star Trek, making something appear just by willing it to happen! Later we are in a different shopping area. I remember the pumpkin challenge for October. There's one pumpkin right in front of me, but it's already broken open and there is trash inside. I go looking for another pumpkin. There's a nice orange one. I plan on using my hand to cut it open, but then I think, "This isn't my pumpkin.. maybe I should ask if I can cut it open." I smile at this person, a black woman. I ask if I can open the pumpkin and she says yes. But at that time the dream abruptly ends.

I have some funny dream logic. What do I need with bags in a dream, anyway? And do I really need permission to open a pumpkin in my own dream? Silly brain.

Man, I don't know what happened to me the night before last.

I recall bits and pieces some dream about forgetting a paper for a class in college, and then going back to my room to get it.

I recall being on the cast of Star Trek. I cannot recall if the dream was just about filming Star Trek, and if everything was being faked or if I was actually dreaming about a 'real' Star Trek scenario.
We are in this area (that I'm pretty sure isn't actually on the show) called the data core room. It is this huge maze of passages on the back of the enterprise with all of these clear blue glowing crystals on mounts in the wall. Supposedly they were some kind of memory crystals for the ship's computer system that kept track of all the star systems and alien races.
There is a group of 8 or 10 people. The only ones I recognize are Kirk, Picard, and Spock. I think some other famous characters were there. (I don't know, I've only seen a few episodes of Star Trek in my life.)
Anyways, we are back here because supposedly the air quality here is the best in the ship, and doing some experiment with this new disease that is supposed to be harmless. They release it and everyone seems fine except for this other character; A teenager with brown hair made into an afro.
The guy starts sneezing (ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo!) repeatedly, without stopping. He starts sneezing more and more violently, and eventually starts to sneeze up blood. Spock calls up a medical technician, but for some reason the guy on the other end is just screaming "AMBULANCE! AMBULANCE! CALL AN AN AMBULANCE RIGHT NOW!!"
Something seems familiar about the sneezing disease, but I can't put my finger on it.
I also notice that for some reason there are racks of candy in the area, and decide not to focus on the guy sneezing, even though I can still hear him. I look at the candy and consider buying some. Somehow the data core room was mixed with a candy store.
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I somehow get 'outside'. I am on this (either cruise ship or island, I think it was an island but felt like a cruise ship). I get a little confused thinking this is actually the exterior of the Enterprise. There is this big wooden boardwalk with all of these restaurants along it. There are also these huge wooden wheel sculptures.
I see someone I know in WL (we'll just call her E). I go over next to her and we start talking about the sculptures.
Awww... what a charming, romantic moment in a dream. Wait a second, doesn't this person hate me in WL? Oh, yes she does, and right then she pushed me over the edge into the water. I fall into the water, and (ignoring the laws of buoyancy) I sink about five hundred feet all the way to the bottom.
I remember very clearly looking up and seeing the sunlight streaming down under the water and thinking about how deep I was.
I become fully lucid and thrust upward to get above water. Once I make it to the surface, I try to fly up out of the water and get back up there. I can't seem to lift out of the water. I then, for some reason, think of Avatar, and decide to try and make a waterspout and ride it back up onto the platform.
I begin to spin around, and I can see the water beginning to form a vortex around me, but then it just splashes back into the sea and comes apart.
I look back and see that (because it's a dream) I am now about half a mile away from the island. Great. Now I've got to get up onto the boardwalk and travel all of this horizontal distance.
Again, I think of the Waterbenders in Avatar. How they can 'surf' sometimes even without a surfboard. I start to push forward, and start to lift out of the water. I manage to get to the point where only my lower legs are submerged and I am moving along at a lazy 10-20mph. I don't feel like I am getting any closer to the island though.
I feel like I should be going faster. I try using a hand motion to accelerate. I try a couple different hand motions, looking to find the one that feels most fluid. None of these seem to be working.
Then, I see a massive wave coming up on the right. Higher than the island. It envelops (and probably destroys) the entire island. It is then coming for me.
It hits me and I immediately find myself deep underwater unsure of what direction is up or how deep I am. I can't see. It's just nothing.
But I still have my lucidity. I think maybe I can manifest a new dream. I try to picture being on another island somewhere. I start to see some palm trees and grass, as well as a calm, sandy beach. I start breathing and begin plotting where my body should be. Just as I think I've got it, I lose the dream and wake up.

Dream - Lucid

I was at the house I grew up in. We were in the living room. Others were there, but I can't remember who. I giant Miss Piggy walked by the window. I knew we were in trouble.

I then went upstairs. There was a little boy sitting in the bonus room in the dark playing video games. He had been up there for hours. I noticed he was playing Star Fox. I said something to him about it.

Then, we were in some alternate universe, a futuristic world. Honestly, my recall here is a little jumbled because I kept waking up and going back to sleep, but I'll do my best.

We were way in the future, past the year 3000. We were in some house that was built in the sky, kind of like a city in Star Wars. We were in a city. I was an observer, not a participant in what was going on. I don't remember who all was there except for a very fat, very tall Yoshi. He did not really look like Yoshi, though, because he was so fucking huge. It's like he had let himself go over the years. He also was bad news, apparently. He then was showing off his dick. It kept contracting and then poking out into the foreskin. At this point, it was more like I was watching a movie, and I couldn't believe they were showing that. It then was all the way out and looked nothing like a dick at all. It had these two weird bulbs on it that changed from red to white when he was about to splooge. It happened, but the splooge was a clear, slimy liquid. I then saw an above view of some people that lived in the house in their beds. Their beds were full of the slimey splooge. They were disgusted. And I don't blame them.

Then, it turned into some story. Fat Yoshi was still there, but he was someone else now. He also didn't look as fat and tall but he looked more human. I also didn't think he was nearly as bad now as he had seemed before. It was like a Star Trek thing now. It's so hard to explain. The story was that everyone was very far into the future still, even further into the future than Star Trek is IWL. There was a man, either Spock or Kirk, though they didn't look the same, who was in love with this woman. They had loved her very much in the past, but something happened and either he died or the woman thought they died. He was trying to get her to love him again. This was all taking place inside the house in the sky.

Then, someone went back in time to get a car that drove on wheels. They had to go back 1000 years, which was still way in the future, probably around the year 2110-2200 or later. I saw a scene of a city on a rather dreary, smoggy looking day. There were cars driving around. I was surprised they were still using cars on wheels at this point in the future. There was a big, reddish-pink neon sign that said FUTURE, but only the F and E were lit up.

The car was then acquired and taken back into the future. Kirk I believe wanted to ride in it in the city with the woman. I thought that was a bad idea, but then saw the car from a behind view like you would in a driving video game. He was driving against the hover car traffic.

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I was playing some game that is similar to a recording of a stream I've been watching IWL of a game called "Nintendo Nightmare", though with better graphics. I kept seeing scenes of Mario and others and the weird sound effects that the game has. I then saw a speech block at the bottom of the screen for Mario talking, and I thought he wouldn't actually say what was in the block, instead making the Mario sound effects from Mario 64, but he did in a weird voice.

I stopped playing. I was in my brother's room. I had a box of orange I guess they were large cartridges that were labeled for the chapters of the game. I was playing the game on a DS-type system. I was about done playing for the day. I put in one more cart, and it was the beginning of the game again. I had one option against the black screen to watch a trial, and I clicked it. It started, but then I decided I didn't wanna watch it, and turned it off.

So first I'm a little confused about when class ends so I leave it early, only realizing once I'm out in the halls that it's against the rules, and by then, I don't dare go back. I head toward the exit of our school, when I decide that I might like to stop by the orchestra room and pluck some songs on my viola. I sit in the back so as to not disturb the players who are coming in and setting up, and I mess around on my viola a bit. However, cellists sit on my left and on my right, and it takes Cpt. Picard (in place of my actual orchestra teacher) to tell me to move to make me realize that I've disrupted the seating - I didn't know they would be sitting this far back. (In real life, that's not where the cellos sit, anyway.) I feel pretty embarrassed as I sit in the far corner, and I want nothing more than to leave, but that would draw even more attention to me and make me even more embarrassed.

Later, I'm playing a game where my character is a banded sea krait!naga/mermaid when in the water and a person when out, though he's got legs at the end of his tail.. This means that when outside of the water, he's naked. His human friend, because of this, is naked for some reason too. I get stuck somehow, I don't remember if I just don't know where to go in the game or if I have computer problems, but I ask my dad and my friend to come over and help. However, I'm covering up the middle of the screen with the two characters with a blanket. Unfortunately, it's see-through. My Dad and friend say it's no big deal and it's just a game, and I insist that no, they don't understand, I'm not just keeping them naked for the heck of it!

Later, I am the naga, and I'm also that tall blonde-haired guy from Free!. My human friend is the black-haired guy who loves water so much. (It's been a while since I've watched this, heh.) I no longer have legs at the end of my tail, and sometimes I forget I'm a sea krait and I swim like a normal fishy mermaid. Most of this dream is avoiding dangerous humans, talking to my two friends (I later get a friend who's a girl, though I don't think she was from Free!) about the conservation of the sea and the creatures and structures that reside in it, and talking to a skiddish sea krait!naga/mermaid who is scared of pretty much everyone from years of avoiding dangerous humans.

So I'm in this orphanage which is pretty much just a medium-sized house with a lot of people in it, and I'm planning to brighten their day. I know that I can control things, and I dimly know that it's not real, but I don't really know that I'm dreaming, so I don't think I'd call it lucidity. I tell them all that I'm going to summon two of my favorite characters (Kirk and Spock from Star Trek) and we're going to give them... money, or food, or something like that, to support the orphanage. However, as I try, nothing works, and they look at me with looks that say, "you can't really do any of that." So I try opening the door and expecting them to be there, but that doesn't work either. So then I tell them all to pretend they hear a doorbell (because I can't make that happen either) and then I'll open the door, but not all of them accede and they weren't very organized about it, and it didn't work. I tell them I'm better at it when no one's around, and I go outside. The driveway is long and steep and made of black asphault (like the driveway of my childhood home, I now realize). There are a few little kids playing outside. I go down to the very end of the driveway and, when imagining a portal through which the characters come through doesn't work, I get down on all fours.

I know that sometimes, when I act like whatever I'm trying to do is really hard and painful, it's easier to do it. For example, I can't will myself to become a wolf, but I can act really dramatic like it's an excruciating transformation from a werewolf movie or something, and it works. So I... well. I try to vomit the characters up. But that didn't work either, anyway. So then I realize that for some reason, ghosts are easier to summon than living people. So I imagine killing the characters and voila! Their bodies are on the ground before me. I reach down and pull out their ghosts but it turns out that I've somehow accidentally made them into cats. Kirk's cat-ghost is blue and Spock's is green. Not wanting to make the orphanage-people wait any longer, I deem this turn-out acceptable and usher them inside. I don't really remember what happens for a while, but later...

I'm McCoy and I'm a blue cat-ghost (by this point Kirk's color has changed to yellow) and although I still feel human, my view is low to the ground and it's very easy for me to walk around and act like a cat. Kirk, Spock and I are just kind of hanging out and living as cats in this orphanage? There are more old people than kids, even though it's an orphanage. So when it's night-time, I look around for a place to sleep. I go into this bathroom where there's a little cushioned footrest type thing by the tub, and the tub is filled up with a mattress, with a small desk at the end of the tub. I hop up onto the footrest, then onto the tub-bed, and I'm planning on curling up and going to sleep when I catch a glance at the desk. There's a sticky note that says at the top: "McCoy" with instructions that I don't remember. I freak out. This was the bed of a former small girl that got adopted. How did she know that at some point the three of us would die, turn into cats, and come live there? I search through the desk, and there are other references to us. I go and get Kirk (who is simultaneously one of my friends from real life, who I'll name C, for rememberance's sake) and I show him the stuff. When he first sees the sticky-note he says something about how I'm over-reacting and it can't possibly be what I say it is, but I keep showing him more and more things and it convinces him. He's unsettled and doesn't know what to do. Spock wanders in while I'm showing Kirk the things.

So I volunteer at the zoo.

I don't remember much, but the other night I dreamed that:

I leave the indoor elephant area to find Captain Picard (who I know to be the zoo curator) and the elephants' zookeeper sitting on lawn chairs facing the outside area of the elephant exhibit. There's an empty lawn chair between them, but Picard tells me to feed the elephants instead of sitting. Obliging, I pick up a basket of eggs and throw them one by one at a basketball hoop that's high up on the outside of the gate. However, I miss all that I try to throw (and hit an elephant once), so I turn back to Picard and say something like, "Can we just not? 'Cause all I'm really doing is egging the elephants." Picard nods, stands, and says something that I don't remember, then we all leave together.

2. I’m watching a video in a room, there’s a man watching over me all stony-faced. I’ve already seen it so I’m impatient for it to be over. The video showed a pretty woman. I said something like ‘wow, she is hot’. Later, it showed some of her body beneath the clothes, and she was anorexic. I realize it was a trick to get us to see that you can’t judge by appearances.

I asked the ‘guard’ if he never got tired of doing this, because he’d surely seen the video several times now. He didn’t answer. I said ‘you’re just like Jim Kirk’. I meant that he was stubborn.

Next, I’m taken to an area in the mall-type store. At first I can’t tell what I’m standing in front of, I just see one panel. Then I realize it’s a game machine.

The first part felt like a trial, but this part feels like a competition.

I try to figure out how to work it, and press a black button up top. “Yes, this is administration.” A voice says, and I am super embarrassed as I realize I pressed the wrong button. The guy has to come fix it.

I’m playing the game, and it has Yoshi from Mario in it.

Inspiration: I was looking at some sprites and one of them was Yoshi. Only about forty-five moments passed between the last one and this one!

My friend and I were messing around with these Spock plushies, and I pull up his black undershirt halfway up his face, and I turn to see that my friend has pulled his blue shirt halfway up his face, which looks more like a turtleneck more than his actual shirt. We're sitting their giggling and all, because we think it looks cute and silly, but then we turn and see the actual spock standing in front of us. He looks at us individually, then takes out of a white trashbag another spock plushie, which has both the undershirt and the blue shirt pulled up halfway up its face, and then he smiles that sassy smile that one often sees at the end of the episode with the corny jokes. It felt really good. =///u///=


Let's see.. at some point my GISHWHES stuff had finally arrived, but instead of books and t-shirts, they were a plate, some sort of plant in a pot, a cup, and some other stuff.

At some point my family and I were staying at this hotel that was pretty decent-looking even though it was only five dollars a night, and my friend came with us. We were staying very close to our cabin, but apparently the cabin had already been rented for the night. Our drinkable water came out of this portable pump thing that was sitting on the bed, and the cup under it was the one from my GISHWHES delivery.

At some point there was something about wild animals in a zoo, and my friend drawing envy-inducingly well, and these mean cats that I tried to scare away but who attacked my legs, though I felt nothing.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some game, there was a level in a forest with huge trees and i had to use some weapon to explode trains that were randomly moving around rails.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was watching SilentEternity some kind of star trek themed game. He was doing some final mission and his team was in some space station place. Then in open area there was a cutscene where huge enemy ship with red-grey coloring was taking off and apparently it was an final boss.

Dream 3(fragments):

There was some discussion about some game.

Dream 4(fragments):

Some 3D platformer

Morning of October 14, 2013. Monday.



I am in a “Star Trek” (next generation era) scenario, on a colonized planet in a distant star system that produces products and materials for day to day living, it seems. There is a shorter highly overweight woman who is in charge of everything, but not in an aggressive way at all; in fact, quite matter-of-fact, friendly to some extent at times, and assertive (but who also cares nothing about Starfleet regulations or continuous infringements of human life). The setting seems to be some sort of odd composite of a sister’s house in Wisconsin and the middle school I went to (DMS) in Florida as well as at least two other generic areas from outside a real-life courthouse and factory I worked at in real life. People are in rows of more open (more shallow than many I have seen in real life) cubicles and alcoves. They are working on futuristic computers as well as what seems to be smaller products and such.

I am there to make a few arrests regarding some sort of withholding of resources and credits (on a regular basis) from particular people in their work with the “salami technique”. Credit amounts and certain resources have been stolen from certain random people over a longer time period so that, if that had not happened, the victims would quite possibly be in very large, exquisite homes or in a much higher position in Starfleet. It does not seem like that much of an issue with the people on the planet, though, which gets me more and more annoyed.

“It’s a human rights violation,” I explain (as well as it being an obvious illegal act in general), but these people in the “Star Trek universe” do not seem at all concerned with human rights as if the term means nothing. They (even the ones being victimized) smile about it all in a near-“so what”, near-paradisaical mentality. I know there must be some sort of law in the “Star Trek Universe” (in my dream) but it seems futile to try to pursue investigation, as people continue what they are doing even though some things must stop here and there to see certain connections and digital documents. They create the impression of slaves marching happily over a cliff and even smiling as they fall. This may, in a subtle way, be something to do with the ridiculous level of overly passive diplomacy with potentially deadly aliens as seen on some “Star Trek” episodes, something I had never given much conscious thought to, as it is only a fantasy, but I have still been a fan most of my life.

If I do not pursue my work, the conspiracy will continue indefinitely, although the victims (as well as all the planet’s people in authority) do not even seem to care.

I place one person under arrest and he stands to the side cheerfully and arrange to arrest a few others. The female manager/supervisor of this factory (the overweight woman) tells people to just continue what they are doing. Finally, I am so annoyed that I tell the woman that she is under arrest as well as the conspirators, but she does not seem concerned. I tell her that she will be incarcerated at the nearest Starbase brig for at least two weeks. I go outside and wait for my team, including members from other space shuttles and ships, all of them seemingly in their twenties. Six of them materialize in front of my eyes (as on the actual “Star Trek” show), followed by a few more with weapons drawn.

Three of them go into the main area of the factory where the boss is still standing. One of them speaks in a loud, authoritative voice but it drops off in hesitation, “We are taking you into custody under Starfleet authority and taking you to…ummm…” (forgetting the name of the location - then seeming to wait for someone to remind him) and then everyone starts laughing as if it is all a joke (or like an actor forgetting his lines). In the back of my mind, being semi-lucid, I have this feeling that it is all pretend, anyway, but am still annoyed. It is like everyone has no focus or comprehension of matters at hand.

With my weapon, I vaporize many people in the area (the non-complying supervisor first, followed by all of my own absent-minded and useless “fresh out of Starfleet Academy” team members). This is another entry into the more recent recurring “shoot everything that annoys me” dream theme.

I beam to my Danube-class runabout and it has a weapon of virtually unlimited power, which I do not really question the nature of. I use it to disintegrate the entire factory, followed by the entire region, with only minor thoughts of the victims of the original conspiracy all dying this way (a bit ironic, I suppose). I fly out a bit farther and then wipe out the entire planet into a large dust cloud, with only a few grains of dirt left floating about in space. I am not totally sure what I will be doing next, but will probably be reporting back to Starfleet for a failed mission…