Dreamlog

Doubt:
I'm in a bar that reminds me of a nightclub back in California.
I'm with my girlfriend and some coworkers of hers.
I'm feeling jealous and concerned that her younger male coworkers are interested in her.
I remember my mental training and reason that she hasn't hurt me, and I should trust her unless/until she does.
One of the men approaches me and suggests that my trust is misplaced.
...
I've left the bar and I see the same group of guys walking up ahead with her.
I talk to one of the guys and he seems OK, a friend in an emotional storm.
I decide to continue trusting her, ignoring my discomfort.

Jungle Flight:
I'm driving my car up a steep hill.
The car fails and I start to fall backward.
...
I'm at a sort of car agency.
A man in a suit is selling me not a car, but a type of hover-bike.
I'm pretty excited about the hover-bike.
...
I'm in a jungle environment, but the hover-bike has changed into a hand-held flight device.
The area is beautiful, almost euphoric.
I can't recall the exact mechanism, but the device is similar to one-handed flight devices from previous dreams.
I carefully pilot myself into a tiki-bar looking area with a bar and restaurant, but don't land.
I may have been on a tour of the area with others.

Fragment:
My friend AG is admiring some wood polish on a chair and table at my Grandma P's house.


Flying through the jungle using a handheld device.

Wanting Flight:
I'm in a house structured like the standard Alliance floor-plan from World of Warcraft.
If you know the game, think the two-floor homes in Moonbrook, except well-maintained.
It is day-time. There is a super-hero dead facedown in the yard. He has feathers and I surmise that he had bird-powers.
I'm taking the body upstairs, and I'm trying not to be seen.
At some point while traveling up the stairs, the body transforms, leaving only the outfit.
I may have been trying to steal the hero's powers.

Manuevering:
I'm at my childhood home. My Dad is on the phone with the water company, working out bills.
He might have been trying to negotiate a better rate.
...
I'm upstairs with my niece, B, and she is smaller than she is in waking life.
We're in my brother and I's room, rifling through a set of drawers near the front of the room.
I'm worried that B will find age-inappropriate stuff in the drawer, and she does.
I quickly hide the stuff, and try to draw her attention elsewhere.
...
I'm up by the upstairs bathroom with my Uncle J. He is holding what looks like a document from waking life work.
He's trying to talk down to me, as if he knows it better than I do (he does not).
I try to let him down easy, not keen on allowing him to act this way, but also not wanting to hurt him.
...
My Grandma and my Mom are in the living room.
I'm on my way out of the house.
I've left, but forgotten something.
I go back and they give me a drinkable yogurt.

Observation:
I get the sense that there are aliens who have the ability to shape perception such that they do not alert humankind.
I false-awaken on the couch and my girlfriend is observing me strangely, and I suspect that she is actually one of these aliens.
This scares me greatly. I wake up for real (still on the couch) and she is looking at me the same way.

User Error:
I'm getting ready for work and my smartphone's alarm is going off.
I turn it off, but it doesn't stop making sound. I get very frustrated.
My girlfriend tells me it must be user error.
The phone is a Samsung Galaxy, which isn't the one I have in waking life.

Fragment:
Something about Spongebob Squarepants.

Party Memories:
I'm at a wedding party, but I don't know whose it is.
The party is being held at an outdoor venue, and it looks like a mixture of IM's (from the Tots) and MM's (from highschool) backyards.
It's night-time, and there is a hot tub on my right. I see BY from highschool in a full suit, and wonder if he got the memo that this was supposed to be casual.
There is a sliding door on the left, and it goes into the sitting room from my previous home.
I set up an area there, sort of "my spot" where I can feel less socially awkward, and gather up the people I know at the party.
...
I'm in a local bar called Cornish Pasty. I'm sitting at the bar with MW from highschool.
We're sitting where I sat a few months back with JV in waking life.
He's there because I am getting married soon.
MW tells me that there might be something in the mail for me, implying he's bought one of the wedding registry items.
I'm feeling awkward, looking for a conversation topic, when I remember that I was at his wedding party recently.
I bring it up, and he remarks how drunk everybody was, and how we are all singing.
I tell him I remember that, but I don't.

Stuck:
I'm waking up in my bed, and I remember that I had just returned to sleep from my 6hr/20m WBTB.
I do a nose reality check and I can breathe. I'm dreaming.
I'm in bed, but I can't move. I try to blink-teleport, imagining that if I can just change the dream scene I'll regain my movement naturally.
So, I close my eyes and imagine a vast blue ocean.
I open my eyes.
Nothing changes, still stuck.
The dream fades and I wake briefly.

Loki and Oreo:
I false awake into my bed again, knowing to reality check.
I'm lucid again, but still can't move.
This time I try something else. I imagine my old Doberman Loki (rest is peace, he was the best boy).
The idea is that he will jostle the bed enough to kick my body into gear.
I call for him "Loki! Are you here?" and he comes bounding into the bedroom and jumps into the bed.
He, of course, lays down next to me because he always was a big lazy boy.
He looks up at me, inquisitive as ever with his dopey eyes and large snoot. He looks so real. I laugh, and wonder if my girlfriend can hear me laughing in waking life (I asked later, she could not).
My plan worked, when Loki jumped on me, that was enough to give me my movement back.
I looked back down, and now Loki had changed into a different childhood pet.
My longhair black and white cat, Oreo (also rest in peace, she was top-gangsta thug).
I get out of bed and say "C'mon! Let's go!" and Oreo gracefully leaps off the bed to follow me.
I see her characteristic "gangsta-prowl" as she moves and marvel at how well my brain is recreating my old pets.
Finally I leave the bedroom and realize that I should stabilize the dream soon, worried that it might fade.
The dream is a near-perfect recreation of my house, but it has blue hue to it.
Otherwise, the best way I can describe it is "thin". I think to myself, maybe I am low on REM sleep.
I start to narrate what I am doing as I do it "I'm walking in my hallway, I'm stabilizing the dream, I'm touching the walls..."
It occurs to me that I need to spend less time in my own head, or the dream is going to fade.
I make a concerted effort to engage with the environment, and not internalize too much.
As is tradition at this point, I lick the wall to help stabilize. It tastes like wall.
All this seems to help a bit, but I believe that I was simply low on REM, so the dream was going to be unstable no matter what.
Then I remember that it was the last night of competition, and I had defined some goals.
I recall my first goal of the three-step is to "summon" and then "ask for advice" so I go to summon Jordan Peterson.
But wait, I changed my mind earlier on the plan. I struggle to remember, but then I do.
During my WBTB 20 minutes, I decided instead that I would summon Daniel Love, because he would be able to assist me with a teleport.
I start to imagine Daniel Love in my house. I call out to him "Daniel! Are you here? Daniel?"
For a moment, no response.
But then a head pops out from behind a door down the hallway on the right, where the bathroom is.
"Yeah yeah I'm here!" he says, a bit flustered.
But, before I can ask him for advice on teleporting, the dream fades out.

No recall - only food coma.

Fragment
I'm talking to Jordan Peterson in a clinic setting but that is all I can remember.

Desert Cave Adventure:
I'm driving with my girlfriend on an expressway at night in the desert and we are being chased by a gunman.
My coworker, A, shoots the man in the head.


The Desert Gunman.

We're parked now, and looking at the body.
There isn't blood or gore, rather, just a hole where the bullet went in.
I'm driving a smaller quad-wheeler now and I offer my coworker a place to stay.
He agrees and gets onto the quad-wheeler. We discuss the logistics of how long he will stay with us.
...
It's daytime now and we are still driving. Ahead of us is a twisty turny mountain, closer to a course from Mario Kart than to reality.


Desert Road Spirals.

I miss a turn, and now I'm carefully maneuvering around a spiral road rising around a small pillar-like structure.
We eventually reach a sandy cave entrance where the road ends.


Desert Cave Entrance.

There are two arrow shaped signs ahead. The one pointing left says "Mafia" and the one pointing right says "Goomba".
We choose Goomba and proceed.
As we go deeper into the cave, there is a glass display case on our left. It appears to contain Game of Thrones paraphernalia.
I notice one of the Night's Watch coats in particular, alongside some swords and other weapons. They may have been numbered.
At this point in the hide, we are expecting an award. The cave opens up into a larger chamber, almost like a grand palace or tomb.

Math Class Is Ruined:
I'm with my girlfriend walking through a hallway at my college campus.
I'm leading a group of classmates forward.
We pass by a snack store, and it is closed with gates covering the entrance.
We come to a man who appears sickly up ahead.
My girlfriend notices that my heartrate is going fast and is worried.
The man is telling us that the pandemic is back.
Somehow, I conclude that math class is ruined.
I false awake into my bed, questioning whether this new sickness will be a pandemic.

Onesie Catte:
I'm with my friend D and my brother in my childhood basement bedroom.
We are crowded around my computer, discussing going over to D's house.
There's some concern that my sister M will feel left out.
...
We're at an apartment closer to what modern day D's looks like.
Something bad has happened and we are having a discussion in the living room.
I'm feeling cold, so two of D's cats come over. One is wearing a onesie.
I attempt to recall the names of his cats, but I can't.
The onesie cat lays down on me and I feel warm.
...
I'm walking outside, either to school or from school.
The path doesn't seem familiar, rather, it looks like a summer version of the path from the movie A Christmas Story.
There are a group of kids playing a sport off behind a fence on my left.
The national anthem has started to play, and I sing along.
Someone nearby gets on my case about not having my hand over my heart.
While singing, I debate whether my allegiance should really be to the flag, given how the past few years have gone.
...
I'm in a past living place. This time, a condo my family briefly lived in while our home was having work done on it.
My Mom is there, and she is working on fixing the sound system on the entertainment center.
She has no clue what she is doing. She's holding a speaker and trying to unfold some plastic wings on it.
Without embarrassing her too much, I try to steer her away from the system with tact.
...
I'm now playing Super Mario 64 on the TV with my family watching.
There is some kind of new game plus, where the levels are slightly modified.
I'm at the secret Peach Slide from the early game, and there is a group of coins spelling out "Congratulations!" or something similar at the start.
...
Now the family is in the kitchen and we are discussing a movie we recently went to see.
The kitchen is a mixture of the condo and my Great-Grandma's/Grandma M's.


You have been visited by Onesie Catte. Say "Meow Meow Onesie Catte!" for good fortune.

The Legend of Honda:
I'm driving a 2018 Honda Accord EX-L in Hyrule Field from The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom. I'm testing out how fast I can go. The dream is in first person.
I accidently drive into the Lord of the Mountain deer spirit, and immediately feel bad about it.
I get out of the car to look around and notice some arrows that I shot earlier.
I'm surprised that I can still pick them up.
...
I've been transported into a high-resolution version of Ocarina of Time's Water Temple.
I'm admiring the graphics as I descend into the lowest floor underwater.
I'm remembering where I need to go to progress into the dungeon essentially off mental memory.
As I go, there is some narration about what I am doing, similar to The Stanley Parable.


Nintendo has a new partnership with Honda to help sell used cars.

I'm Mary Poppins Ya'll:
I'm in an outdoor space, a large field. There are several long banquet tables extending out into the distance.
Between some of the tables, there is a man demonstrating a flying device.
It's an umbrella that allows free-flight.
...
Later I'm seated near the head of one of the tables with my coworker C and my friend H from the Tots.
I'm got the umbrella and I've taken off. High into the sky.
I feel uneasy knowing that the only thing keeping me from certain death is my grip on the handle.
But I get more comfortable with it over time, taking more and more risky angles by maneuvering the handle.
I go out of my way to make sure that the other attendees at the party can see me by gliding close to the other tables.
Eventually I return to my table. As I approach, C, challenges me to land the tip of the handle on a small plate.
I achieve that and return to my seat.
...
I wake up somewhere that I don't recognize. My Mom comes into the room from a door in front of me.
I tell her all about my flying umbrella dream.
There's a CPAP machine next to me, and she is wanting the pipe part off of it.
This device is somehow now identified as the one that will allow free-flight.
I give it up freely, knowing that I have another one I can use.



Showing off my new flying umbrella. Made with ChatGPT 4.

Missed Signals:
I'm in a backyard and I see a group of balloons floating low in the sky.
I think this is strange, and that I should probably do an RC, but I don't.
Instead, I think about what I would do if I were lucid.
There's a small pool nearby to my left, with an instructor sitting in a high-chair.
She is teaching people how to dive. I approach the pool.
I get the impression that the diving is a sort of lucid dreaming skill test.
I don't know how to dive, and I screw it up.
I'm definitely too big for this pool.
...
Later I'm walking around the yard, which has changed into more of a park.
I have the understanding that this is the Dreamviews community, where only members can live.


The lucid dream dive tester. Image generated using ChatGPT 4.

Fragment:
I'm in a hotel with two levels.
My Dad and my Uncle J are there with me.
My Uncle is looking at something on Google Maps.
One of them has thrown a cigarette bud into a trash can.
I'm concerned this will cause a fire.

Return to the Hilltop Arcade:
My friends G and A are sitting on a bench, watching the sunset.
It's my birthday, and there is a cake-like pastry sliced into four parts.
There is a Dave and Buster's like arcade behind the bench.
This arcade is the one from my previous dream in September, where I met Arin Hanson.
...
The space has changed into a big factory. Intuitively I know that the working conditions are bad.
I'm escaping in a sequence similar to the one in the game Portal.
There's a monologue at the end that sounds hopeful.


The Hilltop Arcade. Made with Bing Image Creator AI.

Into the Square:
I'm riding a CATA bus from college, but I don't know where I am going.
I realize that I should pull the string to get off on the next stop and I find it on my right.
There's a building nearby and I go in, thinking I would like to buy a t-shirt.
Inside it looks like a mailroom, with a small square entryway in the center of the wall in front of me.
...
I'm through the square hole now and I see my coworker J getting makeup done by a team on my left.
He's sitting down in a chair in front of some lockers.
It looks like a large locker room.
My friend H from the Tots comes through the square hole, but she is mad at me.
Somehow I have messed up the entryway, and she pulls out a banana peel from it.