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    1. Thursday, April 22

      by , 06-16-2021 at 09:26 PM
      I am with Makayla in what looks like Dadís neighborhood. It looks very similar except that itís on a fairly steep hill. Weíre walking around an exposed bend and through a red truckís window I see the silhouette of a female figure. She appears to be putting on clothes, or at least thatís what it looks like from my brief glimpse. We get closer and I see that itís a young girl and boy (~10?) in the truck, and after a moment I wonder how that could be. Now, we are past the neighborhood. This area looks like open Nevada desert with slight ravines here and there. Down in one of the larger ones I notice a house. It looks like the pastís idea of something futuristic - sleek and vertical pipes/tubes, slightly sprawling and complex. I think this one is all a dull red. There is really nothing on or around it that would designate it a house. The whole feeling of and around it is lifeless. I think we pass a few more odd structures that I label Ďhouseí. I think or say something like Ďoh Nevada, youíre so weird.í There is now a large rock pile visible at the top of a slight incline. It looks like red rock and/or granite and is maybe 30 feet tall. Theyíre arranged so there is an open space beneath them. I briefly see someone passing through this space, overriding the thought of being completely alone out here. We approach it and see that there are a few ornamentations on it, one being a series of steel rungs to form a ladder. I climb up a few, turn around and hang from one arm, lifting my shirt to just above the nipple, telling Makayla to take a picture. I think Iím making fun of Ziah? A few people, a type I definitely wouldnít associate with, arrive, and Makayla is instantly preoccupied with them. This kind of annoys me. Iím in the open space beneath the rocks now, and it is filled with different stickers, posters, pictures, writing, etc. It is strange and I really like it. I am alternately wearing a mask, wearing it below my chin, and holding it at my side. I notice a man without a mask walks in with a baby stroller. Heís now with a woman in the corner of the Ďroom.í There is a window above them and a man tapping at the outside of it, apparently to get their attention. I look at the man and point to the couple (*though this makes no sense, as heís already seen them).
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    2. Thursday, March 25

      by , 06-09-2021 at 09:50 PM
      I am in Brittneyís new place (it doesnít really look like her new place), with Melissa. It seems dim either outside or in here. Right now, itís just Melissa and me in the living room, and I donít see Brittney. The living room is long and narrow, including a couch, tv, fireplace, and sliding door at its end. Each is staggered to give an illusion of multiple areas within the one. I tell Melissa that I like this, but she doesnít seem to be listening too closely. I get up and, thinking that was all of the apartment, discover a new space. It is seen only from the kitchen and is another small living room with a bedroom at each end. It doesnít have much dťcor but does have some random things on the floor. Now, we are about to go somewhere. I am outside, down by the pool. There is a deep washing machine inset in the ground, through which I am looking for shorts to put on because itís going to be warm out. The clothes seem damp, and I toss them into the empty pool as I go. Once Iím almost all the way through, it occurs to me that it made no sense to throw them all in there. I consider spreading them out a bit so theyíll dry? Now I am by a larger, black truck. It seems to only have two front seats, one of which is just a space and not a seat. I donít think I see a steering wheel. I think this truck is either Russian or belongs to a Russian, but I refer to it as Ivan something in my head. I am now driving the truck. It is dark out and the truck seems more normal inside. On the display screen I see a text pop up, someone asking if Iím on my way. There is an option on the bottom to change the language.
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    3. Dream where I was working for a catering company with over the top woman

      by , 11-06-2020 at 04:12 AM
      I had a dream last night where I was working for a catering company and was serving as bartender at an event in the back yard of a really nice house. The house was a mansion with a terraced back yard that backed-up to a large lake or a river. I was working at the party with an athletic middle aged lady with shoulder length blonde hair and girl in her late teens or early twenties who had long blond hair that was pulled into a pony tail. The middle aged lady was in charge of the even and the girl who was her daughter was taking turns passing around finger food on a tray and then going back around and picking up empty plates and glasses. Sometimes she would also come-up to the bar where I was working and get a fresh drink for guests with empty glasses. I think the dream was set in the present time because the woman, girl, and me were all wearing masks and the party was outdoors and everyone was practicing social distancing.

      The house and yard that backed-up to the water were beautiful and well maintained. I do not know whose house it was, but the yard looked like the grounds you would see at a palace. There was a boat house and dock that went out into the water at the end of the back yard and there were some really nice boats that were tied to it. While working at the bar, I would see guests to the party come and go in boats sometimes.

      While I was tending the bar, I would see the woman walking around keeping an eye on everything and putting food out for the guests to eat. Sometimes I would see her keeping an eye on me. A few times she would come behind the bar when no-one was waiting for a drink to let me know things I was doing that she didnít like and I needed to improve on. Sometimes she would come to have me make a drink for a guest. She definitely seemed to have very high expectations and seemed a little difficult to work for.

      When the party was over, I got to go into the house to take things from the kitchen back to a green 1980ís Silverado with a camper top with the catering company log on it was parked in a remote corner near a utility building out of site from the mansion and grounds where the party had been. The house was one of the nicest I had ever been in with everything inside of it super nice and expensive looking. It looked like the inside of a mansion you would pay to take a tour of. Whenever I was in the house, the woman or girl always seemed to be nearby and made sure I was sticking to the task at hand and not looking around.

      When we had everything out of the house and back in the truck, the lady told me to go ahead and get in the cab since I didnít have anything else to do and she didnít want me standing around. I open the passenger side door and sit down on the brown vinyl bench seat and then roll down the window and take off my mask because it is a little stuffy in the truck.

      Not long after I start looking at my cell phone, the blonde girl is at the passenger side door. She tells me to scoot over to the middle and then opens the door and sits down in the passenger seat. As soon as she closes the door, she quickly rolls-up the window I and opened and then tells me to put on my mask and then tells me to buckle-up as she puts on her seat belt. I pick-up my phone to look at it, and girl tells me I need to keep it in my pocket and tells me that I need to sit-up strait and keep my hands in my lap like she is doing. I guess this is my first time working an event for them, because the girl is explaining to me how her mother expects us to act when we are waiting for her in the truck. She tells me that when we are waiting in the truck after an event that her mom expects us to sit up strait and stay still and look strait ahead because she wants us to look professional in case anyone sees us. She says we all have to keep our masks on whenever we are on the location where an even takes place incase someone sees us.

      After we have been waiting for a few more minutes, I ask her why it is taking her mom so long to load everything back in the truck. She tells me she and her mom finished loading the truck before she got in with me and that her mom has gone back to talk with the hosts and make sure nothing was left behind. She tells me we probably wonít be going anywhere anytime soon because her mom usually spends at least 10-20 minutes with them and making sure everything has been cleaned-up. I start to slump down in the seat and the blond girl nudges me with her hand and tells me I need to sit up strait. I then turn my head towards to passenger side window to see if I can see what her mom is doing and she reminds me I need to be looking strait ahead. I them just focus on the water a few hundred yards in front of us wile the girl and I carry on a conversation and she gives me a heads-up about other things her mother will expect from me and keeps talking about other employees who either left or were fired because they didnít meet her mother expectations. Whenever I am not sitting up strait or looking strait ahead, the blonde girl corrects me.

      After we have been waiting in the cab for a really long time, her mother is finally opening the driver side door. I turn to look at her, and she tells me I need to just look strait ahead. I look towards her again when she is trying to start the truck, and she reminds me that I need to look strait ahead and sit up strait until we are out of there driveway. When she gets the tuck started and is putting it in gear, she reminds both me and her daughter that we need to look strait ahead until we are out of the driveway. She says she knows we want to look at the house and grounds while we are driving out, but she is afraid the hosts might see us starting and gawking.

      I have to resist the temptation to look around during the drive out their really long driveway and not turn to look at the house or fountains and statues in the front yard. When we get to the end of the driveway, she reminds us both to keep looking strait ahead and then makes a left turn onto the road. After we get to the end of the road and make a right turn onto the next road, she tells us we can now take our masks off and look wherever we want. The daughter quickly takes her mask off and I take mine off right afterwards while the woman keeps hers on since she is driving. When she gets to a stop sign, she takes her mask off and then tells us that she will find a place to stop so she can get some gas and we can use the bathroom and stretch since we have a long drive ahead of us. As she keeps driving, she is telling us that the hosts seemed really happy with how the event went and thank us for both for working hard and making sure that the guests and hosts were well taken care of. She then told me that the hosts had mentioned to her that several people told them I made great drinks and she was happy to have me on their team. As the woman kept driving, I saw there were communities with golf courses on both sides of the road. I figured we were getting closer to town and a bathroom and stretch break.

      When we got to a red light, the woman put the truck in park and then leaned over me and her daughter to pull a map out of the glove box. When the light turned green, she went through it and then pulled off the side of the road to look more closely at the map. I asked if she needed me to get her directions on my phone and she told me she was old school and like using a map. When done studying it, she leaned back over me to put in back in the glove box. After she was done, she sniffed around the interior of the truck and then told me and her daughter that she thought she smelled poo and told us to check our shoes. I looked down at my black shoes and saw that I had stepped in something.

      I held off on saying anything until I heard her daughter say ďnot meĒ. I then reluctantly told her I had stepped in something. She then groaned really loud and started interrogating me. She asked me if I had checked me shoes before going into the house. When I told her no, she asked me the last time I knew my shoes were clean. When I told her I hadnít looked at them since getting to the event, she slammed the truck in drive and speed to the first empty parking lot she could find lecturing me on how irresponsible it was not to be checking my shoe and the I should have known to always check them before going into someoneís house.

      When she found a parking lot, she speed into a parking place and then slammed the tuck in park and turned it off. She told me she had to call the hosts to make sure no one had tracked into their house and that she would have to pay to clean anything I tracked on. As she was getting out, I started to undo my seatbelt to get out and clean my shoe when she snapped ďstayĒ and then slammed her door shut.

      As I watched her pacing around the parking lot and taking on the phone, her daughter was taking her turn lecturing me about how irresponsible I was not to check my shoes and that she couldnít believe I was that careless when we were working at such a nice house with expensive things. She also suddenly noticed how bad the truck smelled and was telling me how gross it was that she was having to smell it.

      I woke-up from this dream while the woman was still pacing around talking on her phone, not knowing if I had tracked anything into the mansion or if I was in the clear.
    4. Dream where I was at a Halloween Party with two sisters

      by , 10-31-2020 at 03:29 PM
      I had a dream where it was my first fall in a new town and was at a Halloween Party out in the country with two sisters who were my neighbors. The older girl was a senior in high school and was dressed as a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and had a really nice body and long blonde hair. The younger girl was a freshman in high school and was dressed as a redneck and had light brown hair that she had in pig tails, she was cute but not as hot as her older sister who I was definitely interested in.

      While at the party, I kept trying to stay within site of the older sister and got to meet several of her friends. I think I must have been a junior in high school because when she introduced me to her friends, she kept telling me I was a year behind them. Sometimes, the younger sister would come and find me and pull me away to come and be with her. I think that she may have been interested in me like I was interested in her sister because she kept wanting my attention like I wanted her hot sisters attention. Whenever she would start talking to some of her friends, I would break away and go find her older sister. This cycle repeated several times where I would be with the older sister, the younger sister would find me an pull me away, and then I would break away and find the older sister again.

      When the party was over, I followed the girls to a brown 1970ís Ford pickup that had been restored. When we got to the truck, the older girl pulled out her keys and then unlocked the passenger side door so me and her sister could get in. I stood off to the side so her younger sister could get in, but they said they wanted me to ride in the middle between them because they both wanted to sit next to me. I figured that if the older girl wanted me to ride next to her, then she must be interested in me as well. I got into the cab first and moved over to the middle seat and then the younger sister got into the passenger seat and closed the door.

      I talked with the younger girl for a minute or two and then looked over toward the driver seat and noticed that the older sister I was really interested in had not gotten in yet and was not anywhere near the driver side door outside. I then looked through the windshield and saw her about 50 yards in front of the truck talking to a group of other guys and girls she had introduced me to earlier who were all seniors in high school. I looked closer and saw that she was with 5 guys and 4 other girls. As I was starting at them, I saw the girl hugging one of the guys and then twirling her blonde hair while the talked and started to get concerned that maybe they were a couple.

      As I continued to start at them, I felt someone tapping my ribs and turned to see the younger sister in the passenger seat trying to get my attention. I turned to her and asked where her sister was, and she told me she was hanging out with her boyfriend and it could be a while. She then nudged me again and said that meant that just meant that the longer she was with him, the more time we had to hang out together. She said her sister only wanted me to ride in the middle so I would stay in the cab with her.

      I had a really sinking feeling of defeat when she said this and did not enjoy being stuck in the cab taking with a girl who was two years younger than me whose idea of a relationship was different that I was wanting. While she kept talking and carrying on a conversation, I kept looking through the windshield at the older sister and her friends who were having fun hanging out and was so jealous of them.

      Finally, I saw the friends start to move in different directions and then saw the hot older sister give her boyfriend a long hug before he walk away with some of his friends and she turned to walk back toward to truck where we were waiting. I am sure I was starting at her as she walked back towards us in the cheerleader outfit with her blonde hair blowing in the wind.

      When she got to the truck, she opened the driver side door and then sat down next to me. As she closed her door, she said she hope we had fun hanging out and that we didnít do anything naughty she would have to tell her mom and mine as she laughed. She and her sister talked for a few minutes, but it was like I didnít exist and she didnít her anything I said when I tried to join the conversation. It was pretty clear she had no interest for me and had just invited me to the party because her little sister liked me and she figured I would be someone for her to hang out with so she could spend more time with her boyfriend.

      Eventually, the girls stopped talking and the older sister put the keys in the ignition. As she was doing this she stopped and turned her head in my direction and started sniffing. She then said she though that truck smelled like shit and asked if either of us may have stepped in dog shit. When we both said we didnít think so, she turned on the interior light and said we should all do a shoe check. As I was bending down to check my shoes, I hear the older sister say it wasnít her and then saw her turn to me and tell me I had stepped in shit. She then started telling me it was super disgusting and asked how I didnít notice it while I was in her truck. It was clear she was not happy with me doing that.

      I woke-up from this dream really embarrassed that the hot girl I was interested in and discovered I had stepped in dog shit and paranoid that both girls probably though I was gross and an idiot.
    5. Dream about my mother refusing to get rid of my father's stuff

      by , 09-13-2020 at 04:28 PM
      I had a dream last night that seemed to be set in the current time. When the dream started, my sister and I were in my momís house and were taking stuff that had belong to my father that my mom had been hanging onto out of the house and loading it into the back of a pick-up truck that had been rented from U-Haul. We were working on cleaning-out closets that in current waking life are still full of stuff that belonged to him as well as going through dressers and pulling out clothes that could be donated to charity. My mom was in the house while we were taking stuff out of the truck, but wasnít helping us with taking things out to the truck and sometimes would intercept me or my sister and question why we were getting rid of things rather than keeping them at her house. We kept trying to explain to her that it would be best to donate whatever we were carrying out at the time so that someone in need could use them rather than having them collect dust in the house. Most of them time, we were able to convince mom it was for the best to put the stuff in the truck to be donated rather than to hang onto it, but there was some stuff that mom was adamant that we hang onto.

      Eventually, me and my sister had the bed of the truck loaded as full as it could be and were ready to take the load to a local charity to donate it. When we told mom that the truck was full of stuff, she told us to go ahead and get in the truck and that she would be out in a few minutes.

      My sister and I then walked out of momís house to the new pick-up truck that had the U-Haul logo on it. When we got to the passenger side door, I opened it up and then stood off to the side so my sister could get in first. She didnít take the hint and stood by the back of the truck. When I pointed to the bench seat, she told me it was her day to choose her seat and she wanted the window so I needed to sit in the middle. I get in the truck and put the grey lap and shoulder belt on and then my sister gets and buckled-up after closing her door.

      Me and my sister then spend a long time in the cab of the truck waiting for mom to come out and drive us to take the stuff to donate. While we are waiting, my sister starts talking about our father and then starts trying to get me to share my feelings and talk about how I am doing dealing with things. I really do not want to talk about this as it is still too soon. As she keeps talking about this, her breath keeps getting worse and worse and is really overpowering and unpleasant to smell. I keep trying to change the subject, but she is fixated on talking about this so I am stuck listening to her talk about this and having to smell her breath. I stop responding to her, but she keep trying to get me to share my feelings and I keep having to smell her breath.

      Eventually, we see mom walking out of the house and towards the truck. Rather than going to the driver side and getting I, she makes a beeline to the bed of the truck and starts going through the stuff that my sister and I have loaded in the bed while we sit in the cab and wait for her to get in. I see her take a handful of stuff from the bed of the truck back into the house. She does this several more times. Since the truck has electric windows, my sister and I cannot roll them down to try to stop mom and are stuck watching her take stuff we had loaded into the truck back into the house. While mom is doing this, my sister stops fixating on getting me to share my feelings on our fathers passing and we start taking about how frustrated we both are that it is so difficult getting mom to let go of anything. As we keep talking, my sisters breath no-longer smells really bad and I am able to have a conversation with her without even noticing it. The wait also doesnít seem as bad as it did earlier in the dream since we are talking though things I find important.

      While we are still talking, my sister elbows me and tells me mom is locking up the house and about to get into the truck and we need to stop talking about her. I then turn my head and see mom walking towards the cab of the truck and then unlocking and opening the driver side door. She then sits down in the driver seat on my left side and then closes her door.

      While mom is working on getting the mirrorís adjusted, she accuses my sister and I of trying to get rid of some of our fatherís stuff without asking her permission. As she keeps complaining to use, I notice her breath is even worse than my sisters was earlier in the dream. Mom keeps voicing her displeasure to use for several more minutes after she has the mirrors adjusted.

      Eventually, she is done with her lecture and turns the key to start the truck. The battery sounds really weak and after a few cranks is completely dead. We all 3 get out of the truck and then mom decides this is some kind of sign that she is not supposed to get rid of dadís stuff and tells my sister and I to take everything back into the house and put it where we found it. Both me and my sister have a really defeated feeling know that all of our work to go through our fatherís stuff and get it donated to those who could use it was all for nothing and we now have to waste our time putting everything back in the house. I woke up from this dream while me and my sister were trying to talk mom into letting us donate some of the stuff that none of us would ever need and mom being insistent that we put it back where we found it.

      I think this dream was definitely related to some real life frustration I am feeling with my mother hording all of my fathers stuff and refusing to deal with donating it to those who could really use it, especially in the current time when there are so many people in need.
    6. Dream about volunteering at a music festival with a crazy lady and young woman

      by , 08-26-2020 at 03:03 AM
      I had a dream last night that I was volunteering at a downtown festival in the city where I live. Unlike the dreams I had the night before, this was not the fall festival that I help to put on. I think this was some type of music festival. I know I was just a volunteer doing what I was asked to do rather than helping to run the event like I do for the fall festival. This dream took place in a time where we were not dealing with COVID and things like masking and social distancing. The time this dream was set in seemed more normal.

      When the dream started, me and my girlfriend were checking in at volunteer registration. We each got a yellow shirt that we changed into and a drawstring bag with some other goodies. My girlfriend had signed-up to help in the Kid Zone and not long after we had registered, some came to her and offered to give her a ride to the Kid Zone in her golf cart. I told her I would try to stop by and check on her when I had a break later on. She picked up her phone and pointed to it with her other hand which I knew meant for me to stay in touch by texting her periodically.

      As my girlfriend was being driven away, the girl that had checked us in came up to me and asked if I would be willing to help with getting some sand bags. When I hesitated, she told me they were not that heavy and they just needed someone to ride over to a warehouse and help load them on the truck. When I told her that was fine, she pointed to an old While GMC Half Ton truck parked nearby and told me to go on out to it and that Kim would be there soon and would drive it and tell me what I needed to do. She said when I got back and got the sandbags unloaded to see her at they would probably be ready to have my start checking IDís then.

      I thanked her and then walked towards the truck. It was the same truck that I had in my last dream the night before. An old truck the city owns and loans every year during the fall festival. I have both driven and ridden in it may times. When I got to the truck and opened the passenger side door, the interior was just like the truck that they loan us for the fall festival. It had a well worn brown vinyl bench seat and dash with brown carpet on the floor with a stick shift in the middle.

      I went ahead and got in the passenger seat of the truck and closed the door. Since it was a nice day, I immediately rolled down my window to let some fresh air into the cab. I started looking around to see if I could figure out who Kim was and wondered how much longer until he would get here and we could go to get the sandbags.

      After a few minutes, a chucky girl with shoulder length dark blonde hair wearing a yellow volunteer shirt showed-up at the window and asked me if I was Kim. I told her I was not but was waiting for him. She asked if I was helping with getting sandbags and when I said yes, she said she had been asked to help too. She then opened the passenger side door and kind of blushed and said she kind of hated to ask, but would I be willing to scoot over. I went ahead and moved on over to the middle and let her have the window since I figured since she may not feel comfortable riding between two older men she didnít know.

      While we waiting in the truck for Kim, the girl and I talked. She told me her name was Tiffany and she was 21 and wrapping up her junior year of college. Like me, she had never volunteered at this event before, but needed some community service hours and though this would be a good way to earn some while also getting to enjoy some music.

      While Tiffany and I continued to carry on a conversation while we waited in the truck for Kim, a big lady with shoulder length bleached blond hair and a blue shirt who I had kept seeing walking around with a clipboard approached the passenger side window to talk to Tiffany and I. She asked us if we were the ones helping with sandbags and we both said yes. She told us she was Kim and thanked us for helping her. She told us she had a few more things she had to get sorted out and then she would be ready to drive us to get the sandbags. I asked her if there was anything I could help her with and she said for us to just both sit tight so we would be ready to go as soon as she got done.

      As Kim walked away, both Tiffany and I were looking at each other with a WTF type of look. We had both expected Kim to be a fit man, not an out of shape looking lady in her late 40ís or early 50ís. We both thought she seemed a little scatterbrained and we both commented to each other about it was we saw her walking around like a headless chicken.

      After seeing Kim walk around and talk to different people for a while longer, I saw her coming towards us with some bottled water and granola bars. She reached through the window and handed them to me and Tiffany and then told us she needed to get the truck keys and would be right back out.

      While I was sipping on the bottle of water, I saw Kim walking in front of the truck and then opening the driver side door and sitting down on my other side. The truck cab was big enough that I had plenty of room and personal space even though Kim was big and Tiffany was a few pounds over wight. After spending a minute or two playing with the key, the accelerator, and the stick shift between my legs Kim and the old truck running and we were on our way to the warehouse.

      One the drive to the warehouse, Kim would start a conversation with me and Tiffany and then her phone would ring and she would take the call. It was kind of scary riding in the truck because Kim would get distracted while on the phone and would start drifting into other lanes. A few times, other vehicles had to honk at her to get her attention. I was glad when we finally got there.

      Once Kim had to truck backed up to the loading dock, we all got out and then Kim fished for some keys and opened a bay door to the storage bay where all of the sandbags were. At first, she helped me and Tiffany move them to the truck, but then her phone rang and she walked away to take the call while me and Tiffany moved most of the sandbags to the truck without her help.

      Eventually, Kim walked over to us and told us we had loaded enough sandbags and for us to get back to the truck. When we got to the passenger side door, I opened it up and stood aside hoping Tiffany would get the hint and ride in the middle going back. Her face blushed again and she asked if I minded.

      I go ahead and get in the middle and give Tiffany the window seat away from Kim. After she is in and closes her door, she blushes again and says thank you to me. I can see Kim is still pacing around in the parking lot talking on her phone. Tiffany and I are both looking at each other in disbelief of how disorganized and scatterbrained Kim is. We both dread the drive back knowing it could get dicey if she is taking on her phone again.

      Eventually, Kim stops talking on her phone and closes up the warehouse and then comes back to the truck. After she has climbed into the driver seat, her phone starts ringing again and she looks at it and then asks us to excuse her as she get out of the truck to take the call and pace around the parking lot. Tiffany and I both just look at each other in disbelief when she does this to us.

      Eventually, Kim gets off the phone and back in the truck. As she is putting the key in the ignition, she tells us we need to run out to the airport so she can pick some things up. As she turns the key to start-up the truck, I am dreading the thought of having to ride on the interstate with Kim driving that truck. I look over at Tiffany and she has the same look of fear on her face.

      When I look back over at Kim, I notice she is having trouble getting the truck starting. Nothing is happening when she turns the key and pumps the accelerator. The only noise that is happening is an annoying buzzing sound. After a little longer of watching Kim try to get the truck started, I am woken-up from the dream by the buzzing of my alarm clock which I expect was causing the buzzing sound in the dream.
    7. Monday, January 27

      by , 01-29-2020 at 11:01 PM
      There is a large, red truck parked very close to the garage door on a familiar-seeming driveway. The driveway is fairly short and only slightly inclined. Reilly is in the truck (it must be hers). I hop in, I think on the driverís side. We start talking, catching up. She seems very neutral.
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    8. New dream where is was riding between my mom and sister in my uncles old truck

      by , 01-17-2020 at 02:44 AM
      I had a new dream last night involving riding between my mom and my sister. In this dream, it was June 1998, the summer after my freshman year in college when I was 19 years old. In this dream, my mom borrowed my uncles 1980ís white Mazda pickup truck so we could go to Home Depot to get a new grill for our dad for Fatherís Day. The dream was very vivid.

      When the dream starts, we are getting ready to leave the house to go to Home Depot. When mom sees that I am ready to go, she suggests that I go on out and get in the truck. She reminds me that I will be riding in the middle since it is an even day and my sister has chosen to sit by the window. I try to argue with mom about this since my sister is younger and shorter than me and could get by in the middle better. I tell mom that I will just follow them in my Jeep, but she says that she really wants the 3 of us ride together in the truck. I look outside and see the truck is also parked behind my Jeep and know I am stuck riding in the middle of the truck since it is blocking my Jeep in.

      When mom again asks me to go on out to the truck, I reluctantly walk outside and towards to small white Mazda pick-up that is parked behind my Jeep in the driveway.

      When I get to the passenger side door, I open it and take a seat on the light brown vinyl bench seat. I close the door and then slowly slide over to the middle seat where I will have the sit. It is a summer day and the vinyl seat is kind of hot of my legs. The middle seat is really uncomfortable since I have to put my feet on a hump and straddle the stick shift while my knees bump against the a/c controls. Since I am by myself in the truck, I decide to move back to the passenger seat since there is no point sitting in the middle when I am in the truck by myself. I go ahead and buckle the shoulder belt hoping my sister will just climb over me and get in the middle if I am already in the passenger seat. After a minute of two in the truck, in noticed that the cab stinks and is starting to get hot so I turn the brown cranks to roll down the windows. Soon fresh air is coming in cooling off the cab and making things smell better.

      After I have been waiting in the truck about 5 minutes, I see my sister walking out of the house and towards the truck. She is wearing a white graphic t-shit, light blue bell bottom jeans, and tan wedge sandals. When she gets to the passenger side door and opens it up and tells me to scoot over because I am riding in the middle. I reluctantly undo my seat belt and move again to the uncomfortable middle seat. She suggests I go ahead and buckle-up. I tell her I will buckle when mom get in. She reminds me that I need to go ahead and buckle before she gets in since she will be sitting over my buckle. I reluctantly put the brown lap belt around my waist and then my sister gets into the passenger seat beside me. I have to lean towards the driverís seat so that my sister can get her seatbelt in the buckle.

      While we wait for mom, we are wedged-up against each other. My feet are both on the brown hump in the middle with my knees bumping up against the a/c controls and my legs straddling the stick shift. Not long after she gets in, she also notices the cab smells bad. I am now noticing the strong smell of her vanilla body spray and her breath which stinks. My nose is now being tortured between the smell of the cab, my sisters body spray, and her breath.

      I am not enjoying waiting for mom. My sister keeps invading my space, putting her head on my shoulder, smiling at me, and breathing in my face. I cannot get away from her and just want mom to come on out so we can get to Home Depot and back home.

      Mom finally is locking-up the house about 15-20 minutes after my sister got in the truck. She opens the driverís side door and sits down in the empty driverís seat. As soon as she is in her seat and has closed her door her body is wedge-up against my left side like my sister is wedged up against my right. I am officially squished between them with no personal space. As mom is putting the key in the ignition, she also comments that something smells bad. I tell her the truck smelled when I got in. While she is talking, I notice her breath is worse than my sisters.

      It takes mom a few minutes of turning the key and pumping on the accelerator before she gets the truck started. One it starts, she reaches for the shifter between my legs and shifts it to reverse.

      The drive to Home Depot lasts about 15 minutes and is not very pleasant. I am wedged between my mom and sister with no personal space. I can smell their breath whenever they talk and sometimes my sister is putting her head on my shoulder because she knows it annoys me. I just hope that no-one I know will see my riding between my mom and sister in my unclesí crappy old truck.

      When we are parked at Home Depot, my sister opens the passenger side door and she and then I get out of the truck. It feels great to finally have some personal space again. As we are walking through the parking lot, mom tells me I should check my shoe because it looks like I stepped in something. I look get to a traffic island and see that I have stepped in a big pile of dog poop and that is what I was smelling in the truck. I spend a few minutes trying to clean my shoe on the gravel in the traffic island and then head into Home Depot and meet-up with my mom and sister in front of the grills.

      By the time I get to them, they have already picked-out the grill they want to get for him. There is another gill I think dad would like better, but they have already made their mind up and overrule me. We wait a while for an employee to come and get the large box for the grill we want down form an upper shelf and then put it on a flat shopping cart. I want to go look around, but mom wants me to stay with them so we will be ready to leave once we get the grill.

      Once the grill is on the shopping cart, we wait for a while in the check-out line since the store is crowded. Again, I want to look around, but mom wants me to stay with them. We finally get checked out and then leave the store and head back towards the truck.

      Once we get back to the truck, it takes both me and my sister to get the grill from the flat orange shopping cart to the bed of the truck. When we have it loaded, I see that mom has already unlocked and opened the passenger side door. I offer to take the cart back to the store, but mom says she will handle since I need to get in the truck first since I am in the middle. My sister is ready to get in and so I have to go ahead and get in the truck and slide over to the middle seat. As soon as I am buckled, she gets into the passenger seat and closed the door. I am thankful that the truck doesnít smell as bad as it did earlier, and I did not track any dog poop into it.

      My sister and I have to wait for a few minutes because mom sees some she knows and is talking to them. I am thankful it is not someone I recognize. While we wait for mom, my sister is invading my space again and breathing in my face.

      Mom eventually gets in and gets the truck started after just a few cranks. The drive back is as unpleasant as the ride over was with both of them invading my space and breathing in my face. On the way home, mom stops at a gas station because she wants to return the truck to my uncle with a full tank. I offer to get out and pump the gas but end up being stuck waiting in the truck with my sister because she doesnít want to get out. We have to wait for around 10 minutes while mom pumps the gas and then goes in to pay and my sister keeps putting her head on my shoulder again and breathing in my face. When mom gets back in, the truck starts right up, and we drive back home.

      When we get back home, my sister and I have to get the grill out of the back of the truck and then carry it to my dadsí workshop in the back yard while mom gets a sheet to cover it with. The grill is heavy, and we have to stop and take a few breaks between the truck and the tool shed.

      The dream ends when I get back to the house and lay down on the couch in the family room to watch TV. I am very happy to finally have my own space and not be stuck between them.
    9. Monday, January 6

      by , 01-06-2020 at 08:36 PM
      I am at a concert, at an outdoor venue that seems like a large bowl - almost like a football field, but smaller, steeper, and more circular. The scenery looks like it may be California. Right now, Jackie Greene is playing the piano while also playing the harmonica. I watch him play the keys and listen to the simultaneous phrasing of the harmonica. The song ends, the crowd cheers, and an older Jerry Garcia who is also down in the bowl area seems impressed, making a comment about him having a groove, etc. Now, I am somehow rewinding the performance to watch and listen again. I think the song is either ĎGone Wanderiní or ĎTell Me Mamaí. I make a comment about taping it and next thing I know the man next to me is handing me some kind of recorder. It is about the size of a brick, black, and has a microphone on one end. I notice little hand written notes taped to it. I accidentally record a few seconds prompting an SD card to fall out. I think it is really pretty cool and that now I can tape things and maybe upload them. I think Iíll use it a bit and mail it back to the guy afterwards. Now I think him and another guy are giving me and someone else a ride home. I think we are in an older pick up truck and in Dadís neighborhood. I think he is letting his dog out on the side of the road for a bit and then is gone. I meant to tell the guy thanks and that he really didnít have to, but never did.
    10. Leadfoot Buddha

      by , 05-26-2019 at 08:45 PM
      INT. PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT

      I'm at my old valet-parking job except the parking spaces are unpaved. I'm backing up in a truck when I become lucid. Knowing the lucid state will only last a few seconds at best, I quickly decide to do something stupid and reckless: I floor the gas in reverse (knowing there will be no real consequences after all). The truck lurches backwards dangerously fast in my dream state, but not in my conscious state (in which I am static and safe)! I'm aware of two simultaneous frames of reference!

      Updated 05-26-2019 at 08:50 PM by 92227

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    11. Seeing my dead cat again + some other fragments

      by , 09-18-2018 at 07:54 AM (Dimension X)
      After another year, I can finally focus on dreaming again. I'm having trouble getting the motivation to write as soon as I wake up, but hopefully I'll get used to it again, like before.

      If a dream isn't like a story, or there are multiple different things that happen separately, I'll use bullet points now instead.

      So...

      -Was with my parents, and there were a bunch of other cats around, all the ones from the farm house we had to leave back in 2011. I distinctly remember calling out to one nearby, who was rolling around. His name was Boots. This is not the deceased cat, however. The only cat we now know is gone, is a tiny female cat named Ryza. I think I was partially lucid here? Eventually, I started crying, and I picked her up in my arms when she got close and I said "I just miss her so much" through tears. Woke up with my eyes watering. ...Maybe she's somehow letting me know she's okay.

      -With my brother Aaron, and not sure if my parents were there. There was a small hill nearby that we were on top of already. At the top was a parking lot. A truck suddenly drove up the hill, and into the parking lot, while flipping multiple times, yet sustaining no damage. I remember saying "That truck's a tank!"

      -In a different, yet familiar house, looking around. I remember it definitely being haunted in the dream. Haunted by the spirit of an elderly woman. Eventually, I remember looking around and saying "Thank you for letting me be here." Not long after, a horrible sensation coursed through my body, and I felt like I was getting electrocuted. The dream ended shortly after. ...What a bitch.

      That's it for now. Gonna try to write in here more.
    12. xiv.

      by , 08-01-2018 at 11:01 AM
      Non-dream stuff; woke up at around 8:30 and had a dream (the first fragment) but couldn't remember it that well so went back to sleep again and woke up at 10:10 and then came to the computer to write down all of the non-lucid dream stuff below. It took about 40mins to write everything, not counting the notes...



      Dream fragment 1:

      I don't remember much here, but I was at a place similar to the house I'm in now, in waking life. It was day, near the end of the day and I was out at the back as were other neighbours. The walls were short, instead of being tall like in waking life and the view was not of a town but of the countryside. This area seemed to resemble an area a bit west of where I live.

      There was a black cat. And it was playful and smart and it would catch mice and handle them differently to other cats. At one point I'm sure this cat talked. But something was odd about him, he was too smart and so I grabbed him and realised his fur was not that of a cat at all, even though he looked like a black cat, he was some sort of little raccoon thing that had tricked us and recently there were fires out in peoples back gardens, small fires, and I knew he was the cause, as I saw him play with matches before. I got rid of him somehow, in a way that wouldn't make him return, but I don't remember what I did. (Have the distinct impression I gave him a good smacking for being a cheeky little thing)

      Dream sequence 2:

      I was in the car with my partner, I was as usual in my passenger seat and we were driving along a motorway. It was night and there was nobody else on the road. At times my perception of vision changed, to outside the car to scenic views of the road. We went around a long corner and I could see mountains in the distnae as well as forest closer by. I remember seeing displays with double green arrows on them, like it was a racetrack or something, but it wasn't, even in the dream's context. As we kept going we reached a part where the 3-lane road was splitting into two 2-lane roads, one which ramped down.

      We continued head on and then there were some cars on-coming on one of the lanes and their driving looked a bit funny; as we reached the end of this road segment we realised that had been a one-way 2-lane road and just everyone else was avoiding us.

      I remember we were waiting in a queue to get into a petrol station to get fuel, and it was day at this point.

      Dream sequence 3:

      I remember being at some sort of hall, that looked like a supermarket really, but there were big theatre curtains and lights and I was there supposedly with my partner, but he looked different, though I felt it was him in the dream. Then there was another man, a dream-character I've not seen and he looked smug. He approached us and there was some sort of crew getting things ready for presenting him and in the dream I was aware that my partner had to go with this guy to the stage for some reason. They gave this man the cue to go on stage (which was not raised, since this was a supermarket...) and I peeked from behind the curtain and saw the spotlights focus on him. I looked at my partner saying "come on you gotta get on there" and he didn't say anything and started to look pale white, and I asked some relatives of this other man what should we do and they were shrugging and saying they didn't know.

      Eventually we both went on to the stage and the smug man was surrounded by upper-class looking people and when we approached him he smiled at us and welcomed us but we could see he had that "I'm actually really angry" smile.

      The next thing I remember was that I was in some sort of mine or cave, and now things looked like a game, but the smug man was here somewhere too and my partner was at a house and I just knew where it was. I got on a mine cart of some description and sped up, trying to "remember" (in the dream context) where to go, going over some abyss on the rails at one point and then reaching a split and deciding to continue going the way I was already going. I reached an end and though the caves were dark I distinctly remember they looked a dark de-saturated blue. The smug man had caught up and was here already, and I was starting to want to get away aster. Here there was a wooden door and for some reason I knew it just led me to more caves so I opened up some interface and "pressed" a H key which made me start using an item or spell.

      It teleported me to the house my partner was at, which was like it was out of Hanzel and Gretel but bigger and as a mansion. It was day and there were some clouds. I walked in and told my partner the man was coming. I saw a glossy cobalt coloured camera and went up to it and punched it with my right fist and then grabbed it by the tripod and smashed it against a window until it was nothing. I said to my partner in a fake eastern european accent; "not very good spy" and I smiled at myself. Then I saw through the windows a big blue truck approach. At first I thought he was gonna hit the house, as it was a massive truck and looked like a petrol tanker. But instead he blocked the front of the house with it, but again, job poorly done because I could still use the front door, and I got out and quickly hid somewhere on a bush before he could see me and as he got out of the driver seat I pounced at him, gripping him by the shoulders initially and then attacking him with my fists and he tried spitting on me and blowing on my face and I ignored it and got a claw weapon out and started scratching the man all over (who now looked like a sweaty redneck and not a smug man at all), and he struggled and I saw damage numbers fly all over the place and he asked with surprise something like "how can you deal so much damage?!".

      I defeated him and I got in the truck and my "camera" changed to third person view of the vehicle, which was taller than the house and I drove off against some trees that just got knocked down and kept my momentum (that wouldn't happen so easily in waking life) and I realised this was actually a missile truck, loaded with 18 missiles; on a control interface I saw an interesting option of "teleport payload to target" and I remember I could see a top-down view as a map of the local region; I tried the option and unfortunately I could not see the target I wanted in range, so I drove the truck further, into a city. By the time I reached the city I'd damaged the truck a bit with some clumsy driving through forests and some of the payload was gone, I was down to 11 missiles and I was going to look for a target again, when I saw some man in a suit come toward the truck and waving at me all like "oh no no no!"; there was a small sub-station behind him and the dream more or less ended here.



      Some notes:

      - The presence of fire in the first dream fragment was probably related to the fact that last night shortly before bed there a car fire out back. So the little mischievous animal was more than likely a representation of whoever might have done it. When I realised the creature was not at all a cat I did think it was very odd, and through most of the dream there was a nagging doubt in my mind about it.

      - Throughout the entirety of dream sequence 3, my partner was very passive, and though he did say things back at times, I really don't remember what he said in any detail.

      - The map in dream sequence 3 reminded me of Fallout 4 and the capitol wasteland from Fallout 3, as well.

      - There were many times through all sequences and fragments which would have been good prompts for doing a RC. Unfortunately the game-like nature of sequence 3 made it exceptionally difficult to question anything, as I was too entrenched in my role. Dream fragment 1 and 2 were the ones that made me think "that was odd" a few times, in the dream.

      - The missile payload truck was not at all like anything specific from games I've played but rather was dream-generated, as was were many other aspects of sequence 3.

      - I remember a music played when I was on the truck approaching the city, something like "the bad guy's gonna get it! hyaaa! the bad guy's gonna get it!" but it reminded me, even in the dream, of the intro song to the game Borderlands 1 (the music being Ain't no rest for the wicked).

      Updated 08-01-2018 at 11:34 AM by 95293

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    13. rare good dream Chased by white truck

      by , 07-30-2018 at 05:03 PM (My Robotic imagination)
      I'm over at the lakeshore apartments doing things when I see a man lingering around me. He is Caucasian with dark colored hair and hazel colored eyes.He looked a cross between A.J. Styles and dean abrose (wrestlers) I was in the living room but came out and went into a room that had bins in it. I opened one and saw that there was sandwich meat inside of them. It looked like it was bologna or turkey and started to get some but decided not to. As I was looking around in there I heard a loud engine sound from behind me. I turn around only to see a person in a huge, white forklift like vehicle. It was shiny, clean and just the way I liked it. He rolled up on me slowly and being careful not to harm me. I knew about it and seen that he was gonna end up trapping me. I ducked underneath the forks and he swung around and chased me and I was running across the livingroom. I got semi lucid and ran back to where I saw the food thinking about how good food tastes in dreams. I reached and tore me off a piece of what looks like bologna and rand out the front slidingdoors. It was night time and I was high up on a balcony. I knew that I was gonna end up trapped if I stayed here. So I went back in just as truck rolled up. I tried the back door and went down zig zaging stairs and as I did that, it became daytime. I'm now in the front parking lot and I see the truck show up. He was much faster then what he was indoors and realized that this was his turf now. I ran across the lot and he let me get ahead of him then charges at me, raising the forks up like it was gonna grab me with them. I took off up lake street. He went over to the adjacent road next to it. He was gonna cut me off so I turned back and went farther down lakeshore and saw the truck with him looking at me, realizing that I was one the next street and didn't have time to turn into it. Haha! I laughed at him as he pointed at me and made a U turn. The street I was on was now long and narrow and he was coming up behind me. I thought that he was gonna hit me but he didn't. Instead he pulled up along side me and told me to get in. He opens the back door and I think wait a sec. I look at him and sees that he is the man I had saw earlier in the dream and he smiled at me. I tried to get in but realized that I was too tall and me head is having issues getting below the roof and is in between to door. he says "oh boy..". The truck is now a white car and I finally managed to get my head in and is now in the front seat. He says something to me but I don't know what it is and we drive back to the apartments. It was now night time again and I get out and look up into the sky. It is partially cloudy with the clouds being a nice purple color and the sky being a lighter purple. I smiled at the dream and told it that you will be one of those rare dream where I actually appreciate what it has done. As I'm looking into the sky I accidentally bump into something. I look and seen a group of people has spawned in with two cars side by side. One was black and the other was a two toner. I had bumped into his car that was a nice two tone purple and blue color and he was looking at me angrily. I said sorry to him and he pulls his head back into the car as two other guys sat on the back on it. Shortly after this I walk around a bit then wake up.

      Updated 07-30-2018 at 05:06 PM by 13650

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    14. 17-11-16 Hunting People Down in Truck

      by , 11-16-2017 at 07:33 PM
      Earliest memory of the dream is a firefight in a parking lot at night. I was firing on two other guys with a shotgun, and before that with a carbine. I was very annoyed they wouldn't die despite hitting them at point-blank range. They escaped in a vehicle. Not content to give up the chase, I break into a car myself, hotwire it, and pursue them. This all felt very much like a video game, like GTA V. Anyway, I'm racing through the streets, trying to find them. I'm driving a big rig now, with a massive and sharp "scoop" mounted on the front. I see my victims. I think they drove into a wall and were stuck. I went full speed and smashed into them as hard as I could. The scoop went right through their windows (their car was a kind of armored van now?), quite possibly killing them all there and then. I rammed them a few more times to make sure. Suddenly my truck was gone, and I was on foot, holding the crushed car in my hand (it was really small all of a sudden?) and smashing it into walls and the ground in a fit of extreme rage. Their car was little more than a flat sheet of crushed metal now, covered in blood. Someone else was with me now. I realized we had to bail before the cops spotted us. As I ran off I could see a car approaching on the street, but I don't think it was a cop.

      I have some more vague flashes of earlier dreams, but nothing even remotely coherent. A food stand? A long road in the countryside? A part of a "Serious Sam" level?
      Tags: rage, truck, violence
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    15. TOTY Success - Rampage on an Elephant, Very Beautiful View

      by , 06-23-2017 at 10:38 PM
      I finally got back to the TOTY tasks (in the BOLD section)...

      11pm+ up 1148pm to bathroom 12am-btb 550am something based on recent thoughts and events. *605 btb perfect again! The earliest dream I recall at the moment is at <snip for privacy>. Next memory is riding on the hood of a truck on the side of the hood with one girl and the other more in the middle of the hood close to the windshield maybe CM and her sister C at this point (transitions to little Ms CM and my younger brother in law). It feels a little precarious sitting on the hood as we make some turns but the driver is driving slow so we don't fall off easily it seems. At some point we get off and I see yellow shoes on the street and as we drove a little further I wondered if it was her shoes that fell off and I wanted to make sure she wasn't going to try to go get them in traffic. We start walking wherever we're going and I see this vending company dropping off this taffy candy like thing, a refill of the machine I think and it looks like we're outside of a school. It looks like we're going in to the school probably a high school and I think how I thought last night that I didn't fix my hair when running an errand and I say to one of them that I wasn't planning on going anywhere so I didn't fix my hair or wear anything nice. Oh before that when we're walking I was saying you know your brother C (I'm confused, he's my younger brother in law) is real nice, it's nice to have a brother like that, but she's walking next to me instead of him and she's smiling. I asked "I wonder what you would call me?" and she just smiles. I was thinking something like Uncle or Brother and it looks like she was thinking boyfriend. Anyway we go into the school and it transitions to looking more like a hospital and more than a few horror scenes with injuries etc but I don't seem to be bothered by it. I'm mainly concerned with where she went and I ask one of the people we're with and they said that they think she walked down that way, so I walked down the hall with all of these open bays with patients in them and I must have realized how crazy this was or my lucidity just came to me and I realize that none of this matters, I am dreaming, and I just start dancing there in the hospital to the song of the summer "standing in the bright lights" whatever the name of the song is. At some point it transitions to a classic rock song from maybe the 70s. One of those pop rock songs. After a bit of dancing I think about the task of the year and try the same thing I tried before and this time it works! I basically say "that sounds like an elephant" and sure enough I start hearing the sound of an elephant, it's bugle cry and stampeding feet and it hasn't fully materialized last yet but I can hear it more and more and the hospital scene around me has turned gray and I see a flash of gray and I jump up floating up in the air and land on what I take to be the elephant until it materializes and I go riding off in what now is an open plains area and I say there is the jungle up ahead and shortly after I'm stampeding through a jungle on the back of this elephant. I remember how the task mentioned what sounded like a bit of a violent romp through the jungle and I didn't think that would be my kind of thing but it was quite a bit of fun especially knowing that none of this is real, no one's really being hurt. I now intentionally seek to trample villagers and small huts on my path through the jungle and I succeed in doing so but the joy was really in just the brisk gallop through the jungle. I get to this ridgeline and I'm looking down over this beautiful valley where the jungle starts to clear and I am taken by how clear and vivid and beautiful all of this is, much like I was taken by the extreme vividness of what I took to be HHs when I was first going back to sleep after short wbtb. In hindsight I think I was already dreaming at that "HH" point, probably NREM and then nothing before the REM started. By the beginning of REM my awareness wasn't there but it came back to me towards the end maybe 5 minutes before waking. Anyway back to the Jungle scene: I'm almost in tears at the beauty and completeness of the scene below me and I consider making myself wake up to recall everything fully. I don't remember making the decision to wake up but I wake up shortly after, whatever the reason. The strong set of grassy sea practices during wake back to bed, even if wake back to bed is short like in this case, seems to be a very effective for producing strong lucidity.
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