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It's been four months since I last posted. Everything's been busy lately but this morning's dream (June 9) was vivid enough that it pushed me to post now.

Usually when I have a dream, I'd write it down and hopefully remember enough details to post when the time comes. Much has changed over the last few months. Often the dream would reflect something that goes on in real life, either before or after the dream takes place.

I still have recollections of 1/3 of my dreams, but about 2/3 are just paper notes now and I have no recall of them. Yet I'll be posting as much as I can, and hopefully in a few weeks the flashbacks to past dreams will join up with current dreams again.

Before we continue, I should explain what I mean in my use of the word "facade": basically, it's a word, another memory or previous dream, or a false recollection that triggers faint memories of the actual dream as they slip away. Sometimes the memories fade within 10 seconds of waking up.

You have to be careful sometimes - often the blog will log you out while you're trying to do a journal, and even today I had to change my password, after a Russian hacking incident months ago here.

It's a real challenge to get this thing started. Let's begin at this morning's dream, when I fell asleep on my sofa around 12:30 am.


I'm in a room somewhere. There are these orange vitamin B-12 pills in my hand, and it looks like there are several dozen of them. Should I put these in my mouth, or moreover report just what happened?

A tropical weather website comes up, dicussing a low pressure system that was bound to give us a big heat wave in the early part. Not much else was going on, except for that jet stream.

I'm sitting somewhere with an old student-teacher friend of mine, who talked about her memory of living in northeastern Ontario, where there are now some wildfires. Not sure if I ever join in on this conversation.

Hearing some words being said now, remembering a few.

"So when I was up at Algoma University, the weather would really stay pretty much the same. One day, it would be 7C. The next day, 7C and the same the day after that."

"It would take 35 minutes to drive up to Timmins, and 65 minutes when there was a big snowstorm and the traffic got heavy".

Wait a minute, I thought, looking over at a map. Wouldn't that mean North Bay takes only 25 or 30 minutes? I live in the Greater Toronto Area at this time.

Funny thing is, my friend never even went to Algoma. She went to U of T.

Now, I'm remembering something about a conversation I had with the principal, or maybe I was having one. I wasn't in trouble or anything; in fact my principal thinks of me as someone who is more mature and responsible than most.

There's a lot I didn't get to say to her, though.

I wake up with this strange pain in my left leg. Had I been bitten by a spider while I took my midnight nap? It seemed like I'd been asleep for maybe one or two hours, but as I look at my radio clock, it's 3:50 a.m. Without even going to brush my teeth, I return to my room, turn off my computer, and go to sleep. I consider taking my chemical experiment into my room before it gets stolen, but leave it there and doze off anyway.

There were these "fake vegetable" pills in a jar, that had both the shape and the taste of real vegetables: carrots, peppers and broccoli, at least two of the above three. Should I eat them?

I was asked whether I wanted an ionizing treatment, producing an isotope on my body that might have been radioactive. The isotope had an atomic mass of 188.

Of course that's going to be radioactive, I thought, when I woke up much later. Yet doing a bit of research, it turns out the element is probably non-radioactive osmium-188, which is naturally more dense than lead, and maybe a few traces of radioactive iridium-188.

Sitting there, I'm looking at a screen off the wall of my classroom, where my geography teacher was giving a lesson using a weather website that I routinely used. Next, we pointed out a small earthquake that had occurred a few days before off the northwestern coast of Ireland.

"Belfast!", I exclaimed, literally shouting it out loud. Yet Belfast was in North(east)ern Ireland, and whether I knew this at the time, I'm not sure.

The alarm woke me up again. It was just after 6 a.m., but I'd forgotten to turn off the alarm the previous night. I might wake up once more during the next bit, but whether this is recorded is unclear. Still have some assignments overdue for my geography teacher. The next part becomes rather academic.

I'm swimming in a lake somewhere, and the water is very tolerable. Whether it's more like a pond or there's a castle in the distance, I do not know, but I keep thinking it's Elsinore, the Danish city on the extreme eastern big island where the Shakespearean play Hamlet is set.

Some time is needed to practice my recipe. I had made bread before, but this was something quite different.

I have to finish another assignment, I think for the same geography teacher, involving a sled or a toboggan, that would be tested on the snow. Yet the snow had all but melted, and the assignment was overdue. How was I to finish it, then?

It's morning, and I'm on a trail with some of my friends. We'd all be university-bound next year, and to my left we see this grassy knoll that has a barn-like house positioned on top. A horse-drawn carriage was nearby, and I get the feeling that I'd seen this place before, but cannot remember where. Maybe I had been there. From where the Sun was positioned, we were walking southwest. There were some people on or near the carriage in costumes, the woman wearing some kind of shroud over her head, the whole family looking agrarian and traditional.

"Mennonites", I said.

"Yes", one of my friends continued, but...

But what? We continued walking. Over to our right, we come across this forested ravine, that has a steep drop-off soil cliff face with some tree roots. One of us, I or a friend, tries to climb down, but seeing it was so steep and there were granitic rocks underneath, we give up. We continue walking.

We were on a university campus now. I didn't know they had these types of trails here; maybe we don't.

I had debated whether or not to include the names of specific towns or universities I dreamt about. After much thought, I'm deciding to mention these places by name, and will do so in most cases for journals of past dreams.

On our right, it was the University of Guelph campus. There were still some tree branches as we approached the clearning. But I knew that none of us would be going here this year in September.

Johnston Hall.

Some say it's the most well-known landmark. Yet the rock climb had been difficult, and sometime later or earlier, I'm doing an exam for one of my classes.

It's my philosophy teacher, and this time I'm struggling to do well in this second-semester class I'm taking. I had gotten 95% in the first class, but was struggling to maintain 83% in this one. Whatever it was, I knew I needed to do well on the exam.

The room was beige, the desks far apart, the lighting dim yet incandescent. It somehow reminded me of my old elementary school. What in the world was I doing here?

I wake up this time, and it's past 10 am. Time to get up; it was a weekend morning.

OK, I know I haven't posted in ages. Yet some powerful recollections have been contained in the past dreams, and many of them go back to February. When I only have figments of dreams, then maybe I'll post as many as five in one entry, which gives overall a clearer picture of whatever that may be.

The memories may be hazy, but the dreams provide a glimpse.

Today I started taking B-100 complex with 100 mg of B1, B2, B3, B5, B6, and 100mcg B12 and B7.

I had three really long, really detailed and somewhat more vivid dreams. But didn't come even close to an LD. Dreams were so detailed, that I didn't even write down everything, because I felt like I could go writing forever.

Took B-complex around 2pm.
Went to bed at 10:30pm, woke up at 3am from dream #1. Went BTB at 3:40.

Dream 1.
I'm in Slovakia, talking to a friend somewhere outdoors, like in a field. There is more people around us, probably classmates. Teacher is telling us, that next day we are going by bus to either recite or sing for someone. We are at this time pioneers (in communist countries, these were kids in uniforms with red bandanas in shape of a triangle tied around necks). Our act should help to do or prevent something much bigger that is suppose to happen in Europe. I see a map of Europe, with some tall, skinny, black structures, that have something to do with energy. They need 1500 of us.

On a trip - we are on a field and we watch an old man flying by on his bicycle with wings. Looks like its a routine for him, he is commuting home from work. I have a feeling we are seeing future. Then, three more people fly higher up. I yell "Good luck" in English to a girl with purple hair.

- in a large building, like the Jedi Temple in Star Wars battlefront 2. I see couple of men of importance on top of stairs talking about some scheme, how stuff is not what it seems and I get a bad feeling, it's against us.

-I'm standing with a friend in a different building, next to the window. Walls are light green and white. We are on a 2 or 3 floor. Waiting for something. Somebody walks by and tells us, that the thing we wanted to do, we have to do it now. I know he is talking about escape. I grab my friend by shoulder and we ran. There will be like three "stages" we have to exit from to get out. I usually have good feeling and fun and I enjoy being chased, but not this time. There is something ominous about this place.

First "stage".
We have to get out of a rocky courtyard, that's in a back of a building.

Second "stage".
Mental institution. We get cornered by employees in white, it's the same building as the one where we were waiting by the window, light green walls and white tiles on the walls, chrome instruments. There is a black lady, I feel like I know her, either a classmate or an actress IRL. We cry to her, telling they will kill us if she doesn't let us go. She doesn't want to, but finally opens a door by pushing a button on an instrument panel. It's almost too late. We ran cautiously through corridors, trying to avoid a group of people, look like monks, that are walking in formation somewhere in corridors and they scare a living daylight out of me. We almost run into them but friend of mine notices them and we change direction.

"Stage" three.
Looks like a mining facility in Red Faction video game, especially the part, where the mining carts or a conveyor belt is up in the air transporting ore. We see one woman in white t-shirt on this broken up conveyor belt, trying to escape. Suddenly one cart turns on it's axes and she falls to her death. I feel like we are shown this as a warning.

Dream 2. Woke up from it at 5:33am.
I woke up after this dream but felt like I'll remember it when I wake up, so I didn;t write it down at night. I repeated some keywords to myself.

I'm in a room, like a modern tavern. Feels like I'm in a future or on another planet, some kind of a mining facility. This is a rec room for workers. There is a girl playing a game that looks like wheel on Price is Right on IRL TV. She spins and twice she gets a Ten and another Ten (in English).

Then I see in same fashion as Price is Right, big wheel with each "window" representing a dream. There is a picture and a title for a dream. I pick "Adventures of oil driller". I can read the title. It's in English.

Immediately I'm a patrol men in jeep at night in a city. Looks like a city I grow up in. Couple streets from us is someone disturbing peace. We pursue them. It's a group of kids on bicycles. We decide to arrest the ones in red shirts, because we could not arrest all of them. When we get there, most of them had calmed down, but three of them are still riding in a circle while being loud. I start to arrest one kid in red shirt, but my partner tells me to let him be and get the ones still on bikes. I made them pick up their mess - water bottles and lots of trash, papers.

Suddenly I'm standing outside the big arched gate. My partner is coming towards me. There is a big wind, that turns into black, swirling, not too tall tornado. I can feel it being strong. My partner doesn't see it, as it is coming from the side, from behind him. I yell at him "Tornado" in English, but he can't hear me.

Dream 3.
I worked as a babysitter for a new family. Nice young couple. They left for the evening and I watched over their kids. Kids are sleeping and I walk outside. I bump into a mailman. I don't even know, there is a mailbox, but there is a note, that I have delivery, but she didn't find me home. We laugh and she pulls out the delivery for me. She sais, someone had sent me money. $ 8864. We are both surprised at a large amount. She shows me a paper and I notice on it who is the sender. It's a woman from my previous job. The mailman is little reluctant to give me that large amount of money, but when I tell her what it's for - I see on a paper that it's for a website maintenance (in English, handwritten), she starts to give me the money. She gives me about $100. Some are in really old US banknotes - dark green, pretty looking, smaller than current bills. Some are in Slovak promissory notes, that are light blue and dark blue, like an old czechoslovak 20 KCS bill. This has a very nice picture of Bratislava castle on it. I have to go inside to get my documents so she can give me rest of the money. The youngest girls is still asleep, but two boys - one belongs to the family and his cousin, are watching TV. I want it in normal currency and she has no problem with it.

This family is suppose to come for a visit in Slovakia to the house my parents still live in IRL. So I'm looking out the window and see a car that looks like it's theirs - silver SUV. I want to put on jeans, but realize, I'm already wearing them. Suddenly there is a young woman with short hair standing in the door to the kitchen. It turns out, she is a family we have not seen in a long time, maybe never, and she now lives in Washington, DC. We had a conversation in Slovak, where she lives and that I live in LA. She was telling me something really fast, like instructions, and I tried to write it down, but in three big notebooks I could not find empty space. Then she went someplace on a bus and I asked her if she is coming back for a chat. Friend that was with her asked me which phone number to call me. I have a feeling that this dream had continued after I went back to sleep.

I'm not sure, if I have the energy for such a long and detailed dreams. But I'll give it another try. Will buy Choline today and take that too. Hoping for an LD tonight.