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The basic scenario of the dream seems to be that because one of the classes that JT and I are responsible for is on a trip to a nearby city for a week - one about an hour's drive away - we have to go there as well. There are some scenes of travel, with last part of the journey seemingly being via helicopter. There are some interactions with the guy piloting it that I can no longer recall.

While there, we meet up with a number of other people who belong to our organization - not based on real people, but in the context of the dream, they are supposed to be people I usually only see a couple times a year, for training and such, since they’re based in a different region. One of these is a young man with blond, spiky hair and tattoos all over his arms, including some that depict Baby Mario’s origin story (making this the third inexplicable Mario reference in not very long, especially inexplicable in this case since I don’t actually know the story, and it was probably just something my dreaming mind invented). We've apparently gotten along well on the occasions we’ve met previously, and at some point, he says that if I’d like, I can stay over at his place for evolution sometime.

I am initially confused by this and run through a couple possibilities of what he could mean until I “remember” that Evolution is the name of a party with a somewhat notorious reputation that happens around here. “Let’s talk about it later,” I say. (In the dream, there are clearly no romantic implications to this exchange.)

The classroom where JT’s and my students are is in a large building, on an upper floor. It seems to have been made to be difficult to find, with a number of entrances camouflaged into an ornate wall. Inside, it looks almost like some kind of laboratory. The students are already there - mine, anyway. JT and his are in an adjoining room. There are a number of scenes here where nothing very definite or memorable happens, although at some point, JT comes by in a wheelchair. I’m concerned and ask him what happened, but he seems brusque and doesn’t acknowledge that anything is wrong. OK, so he doesn’t want to talk about it. I won’t push it.

21.12.24

My dream environment changed to my previous job location. I recognize the shift as it was occurring and gained lucidity from it. I walk around analyzing the carpet and desk. I confirmed to myself that this is the area of the job I had earlier this year. That's when I notice other people sitting down conversing with one another. It looks like your typical board meeting. I eventually saw someone I knew and began talking with her about how I knew this was a dream.

During the conversation I eventually lost lucidity.

I dreamed about working at the festival Amsterdam again but with my friend from Belgium. Halfway through the dream I suddenly work at a fancy restaurant in Paris similar to the one from The Bear (idk I haven't seen the show yet) and Rihanna casually visits talking in Dutch about her being allergic to "tonggoed" We hang out with her for a while. I then play Football with the staff's children inside the restaurant after hours and every time I ALMOST hit a valuable statue or lamp with the ball but ultimately miss

I was once again criticising the nonsense being posted on LinkedIn, just to get approached by Disney to be working on their next cartoon which was gonna be super abstract "inspired by that recent vaporwave trend", kinda Regular Show type of episodes.

Imagine my disappointment as I woke up in my tent realising it was a dream T_T

Dorm Room:
I'm with G from work and I'm helping him with AI. We are in my dorm from college.
I try to tell him what to do, but he won't listen.
He has grocery store donuts at his desk.
He's trying to make superhero AI porn.
Me and my girlfriend are looking at the dorm as a place to live. Generally looks dingy.

Stripping Process:
I'm walking in my waking life local downtown area towards Oregano's pizzeria.
I'm with my girlfriend's family. We've just picked her up. She's back from travel.
We go into the pizzeria building on the corner, but when we get inside it is my childhood home.
I decide I need to take a shower, so I head downstairs towards the laundry room.
As I'm stripping down, the names of process specifications from work are going through my head.
I'm reviewing them, and looking for one in particular.

The United States of Not In This Room:
Now I'm watching Markiplier play some Five Nights At Freddy's-like game.
There is an inventory at the top of the screen, with two cupcake icons taking up two out of five slots.
The cupcakes can be used to determine if one of the monsters is currently hiding the room.
I think about the strategy of that, about whether it makes sense to cover up two slots in exchange for that ability.
Mark decides to use one, and it indicates that the room is safe.
"Welcome to the United States of NOT IN THIS ROOOOOOOOOOM!" says Mark with his typical lively delivery.


Hello my name is Markiplier and I'm in your dream now.

Fragment:
I'm with J from work. He's excitedly showing me some drilled holes in an assembly.
He's excited because they are super smooth.

Had my first two shifts at work yesterday.

I dreamed I was still working and that there was a basement where guests could visit too, getting offered drinks and such.

Hazy Maze Cave:
I'm in a large space reminiscent of hazy maze cave from Super Mario 64.
I'm with Azula, Mai and Ty Lee from Avatar the Last Airbender.
I've won a battle and hooking up with Azula is the prize. Fairly vivid.
…
Elsewhere in the cave there is another large open section with more openings on the left and the right. The further one has a portal or time-related effect. Stuck in time.
I find some old stuff of mine there.
…
I’m leaving my car and walking through the parking lot to get to work. There is an escort standing by the turnstile with some pen and paper. She wants to give me her name and number.
I already have a sheet of paper and make a weak excuse. She fills her's out instead.
My hands are full with stuff and I finally struggle through the turnstile. My coworker B’s wife, J, asks me if I have my ant colony and my ant friend with me.
I quickly say yes, but then realize I don’t. Annoyed, I make my way back through the turnstile and head to my car.

The Body Snatcher:
I’m at work and there is a horror movie scenario going in.
There is a body snatcher or imitator alien infecting my coworkers. Similar to gameplay I’ve been watching recently.
J from my old work group is upstairs in my current building.
He is acting off. I suspect him of being the body snatcher or affected by it.

Fragment:
I'm outside and there is an army invasion.
I have a vague understanding that the attackers are from the government, in other words, betraying the people.
It’s dark and scary. The army men look fit and uniformed in dark. Helmets cover their faces.

Swamp Assignment:
I'm at work forwarding an email to my boss.
It’s from another team. They are complaining that they have to buy a motorboat for the swamp assignment. They've already had to buy other swamp equipment like a bucket and want more budget.
I'm concerned that my boss may have already been on the chain, and I might annoy him with making him see it twice. Also concerned about his jet lag.
…
I'm in a grassy place in the wild all alone. There are tall reeds where I suspect there is water.
There is a bookshelf with Harry Potter books. I look through them and notice that the book style doesn't have the colored metallic letters that I like.
I see some girls nearby and wonder if they are Harry Potter fans.
There are some shower-like areas nearby. They are built into a free-standing rock structure.
I reason that we are meant to choose a book and go to the shower to read it.

Fragment:
Chase sequence in a parking structure.

Fragment:
False awakening where I cant open my eyes all the way. I notice some seductive princess themed merchandise on my side table. The wrappers are pink.

Stufwell:
I'm at a party scene. It reminds me of C&B's wedding reception from a few years back.
I'm standing over by a carpeted area near the bathrooms. It looks like a similar location from work now.
There is a person telling me that there is a tiny man that lives inside my car.
...
I'm in the bathroom now standing in front of a mirror.
I'm holding a shotgun, and the end of it is formable like clay.
I'm fiddling with the end of the gun.
...
I'm outside at night by my car with somebody.
We are opening the hood of my car to look for this tiny man.
We call out to him, and silence.
Then, we hear a voice that sounds like it is deep underground.
The voice tells us his name is ____ Stufwell, and he is on his way up. He has a fun accent.
I notice that there is a rat standing in the hood of the car, and try to warn Stufwell.

I’m at work, in the warehouse. It’s currently unbelievably cluttered; carts, boxes, and carts full of boxes are everywhere with seemingly no organization or good way to just get around, Zoe is here too, and it’s just a stressful environment right now. Matthew comes over to me and tells me to come outside to meet his new daughter. (It seems like, in the dream, I’ve already met her, so I’m not sure what this is about). His wife and daughter are in a car out here (the side yard), but he starts talking to me in a low voice - the real reason he brought me outside. He tells me that some people are going to have to get laid off and my name came up as towards the top of the list. I can barely hear him, but make out most of what he says. I don’t understand why I’d be one of the first to go, compared to some of my coworkers who hardly do anything. I feel distressed.

I’m at work and going to be reading a book aloud. I stand between listing and the CP counter, facing the warehouse. The book looks like a kids book, and there are people sitting in a few rows of desks. I prepare myself and also can’t find the beginning of what I’m supposed to read. I say something to them to stall and become self conscious of my voice being the only sound in the room. When I glance up, almost everyone looks disinterested in what I’m doing, which helps with the self-consciousness. I begin reading, stumbling over almost every word, apologizing and trying to continue on level-headedly. Again, nobody seems to care. There is also a shelving cart right in front of me.

Past few nights I've had a little trouble sleeping properly.

Work related

Something about operating a hand held grinder that cuts bolts or something.


Vague recall


Something about going in about of some native woman's house

Jamie 1

Working with Jamie again, but this time I'm a dishwasher at a bar or something. Jamie is a server or something. I don't recall actually seeing her in this dreams. My brother??? Keeps handing me beer jugs to wash, that also have mini jugs with the handles hanging from the big jug rim.

So far in my dream journal, I've dreamed me and Jamie have worked at McDonald's, Wal Mart, and now a bar. So, what's our next dream job?

Jamie 2

Me and Jamie are talking in a black space, but memories we share of hanging out, are floating around us in a white space also kind of like a holographic image. The image is of the co op we both walked to while we were waiting for something special to kick in. We are facing one another also holding our hands in each. For a moment she is wearing double Dutch braids as a hairstyle, which I think is odd because she doesn't strike me as someone who would wear that as a hairstyle. We are both happy and saying meaningful things to one another. The only line I remember from her saying is, "You didn't deserve what I did to you, Robert. " Which sounds like a meaningful apology. Damn right .

My last work day was today and I had a taxi cab to work booked at 11 am to return my hardware.

I had several dreams about either missing my taxi cab, showing up to work and getting my hardware wrong, Or having my whole work day done already just to wake up several times.

Finally, I woke up somewhere at 5 am in the morning as my body's response was to wake me up just to be sure I wouldn't be late.

It was a relaxing workday, by the way! Glad that it is now over!