Vesterguard

20-07-11 Fragments only.

Something about dream bombs, and how I am using charges of those to make stuff happen. I am less effective when I am out of charges.
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My lower front tooth becoming extremely loose and nearly falling out. It also looks a hell of a lot wider than normal. I am talking to someone about that this could mean that I am extremely low on confidence at the minute, which isn't a lie.
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Something about the washing powder I use being highly unsuitable for the clothes I am washing.
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I am sitting in front of the computer and I notice I am in the process of rolling a cigarette and the unfinished death stick is lying on my desk. I pick up the pack of Golden Virginia and wonder why it is so full. I know I have stopped smoking and I can't remember having bought a new pack. Maybe 15% of it is gone from the top corner of the tobacco and some of it has gone slightly dry.

18-07-11 I am playing some sort of baldur's gate. I am looking at a guie for the ending fight. I am getting there and although I could have explored bit more I decide to just go for it. I seem to be a wizard of some description and the final fight is me vs. a council of other wizards. I primarily use timestop and sommoning spelss and AoE to try and interrupt their spell casting as much as possible.
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I am in some weird scenario that incorporates three different tv shows at once. I know actors from all shootings and eventually the seperate shows merge into one because the various actors move from one set to the other. There is no script for this, so the director tells the actors to simply improvise.

I am also getting married to someone, it is somewhat arranged or being kept secret though I think I am happy enough with her. It could be that I have met her on the internet.

We are walking across a narrow bit of water, over to two girls. They want beer and Daryl tells them that he can provide that so we go back and get them. We start with giving them half a crate in a cardboard box and talk about the fact that we can get them more if needed. They would like that and I am supprised they haven't asked for the price yet.

There is a magician and he is sort of demonstrating an aldo cardtrick besides the point that he does not include someone from the audience or use a full deck. The instruction goes on how math is used to complete the trick. However he is always in dialouge with the audience and he seems to slip up a couple of times although I have the feeling that it is intentional. Towards the end he is setting his sofa oin fire and asks someone to come and blow the smoke. I volunteer, but unfortunately I wake up as I am making my way behind the couch.

Notes: Haven't slept well at all over the past couple of nights. This one is no different as I spent probably half of my nine hours worth of sleeping on being eaten by mosquitos (Which inevitably lead me to move sleeping spots and generally being awake trying to fend them off).

17-07-11 No recall, getting pissed in Rotterdam till 4 in the morning will get the blame for that!

16-07-11 I am on a strange beige sand coloured fort on an island, while one there it becomes apparent that there are two opposing teams. We are going down to see the dungeon and we get locked in there while someone set the thing on fire. We can't get out although we need to get neil to the bottom as he can't handle the smoke, he looks a bit like Orlando Bloom. The funny thing about this fire is that down in the bottom of the place it is actually flooded. I see Neil in the shape of Orlando Bloom hugging someone and although he is the one in the most danger he actually seems to be calming the girl down he is embrasing telling her it will be alright.

The two teams are lead one side by the major the other side by Jason Stratham and his girldfriend who also works for the major maybe in some sort of prostitution role. This is discovered when the dream take on the first part of the film and you see stratham appearing on the island with a big mustage and guns ready to go.

I am with Mark Rahbek and we are actually looking at this particular fort. We are on the island, but at the same time we are in Hornslet. I tell him that it is the fort they used in the recent stratham film and that we should go take a look at it. He seems to be willing enough for that.
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I am at stoppestedet, except the entrance is towards ALDI this time and Åse is still owner and manager of the place. I am with my father and my sister and we are wearing working clothes, in particular painting outfits as we are getting ready to paint the bar. As we arrive people come out to greet us and you can hear Åse in the background with her charactaristic laugh, then Tenna makes an appearance and she comes to me. I remember she is pregnant (she isn't) and I hug her lovingly and stroke her back. She embrace it and hugs me back, and is really pleased with the warmnes of my hug. I ask her if she shouldn't be relaxing a bit being pregnant and all, she smiles and agrees, but tells me something aboiut she had to come here.

Another person comes out and tells me the council is ready for me. I suddenly remember that i have to stand trial before a Dresden style white council of wizards, thiough I know there to be only 4 senior members. I also wonder about the fact that I could forget about such an important thing. I Tell my dad that this council business is uber important and that I will have to go an attend to it before I can help paint. He is really supportive and tells me to do what I have to do. I get a feeling that I don't quite know if I will be coming out alive from that council.
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I have some sort of lead role in organising a party. The party seems to take place at Kaiser's parrents' place although it is also a big school with a couple of sports facilities. This particular dream is all over the place, fuckloads of location changes and characters.

We are getting drunk at Kaiser's place and I give my keys to his mother, just to keep them safe till the morning when I will come and pick them up. I end up leaving everything there, wallet, mobile even my iPod.

During the night I meet up with a couple of black guys who are somehow related to me. They play a fairly significant part of the dream, but I remember little of the actual interactions between us, though it was always oriented around the family theme.

Towards the end of the side story with these guys we end up driving out to the guys' place and having some dinner. I tell my cousins that the only thing they can get to eat there would be mushrooms so they might as well just start thinking about how they want them.
She spots me on the way over there and although I expect her to be mad she is quite happy. She informs me that I had asked her to keep hold of my keys the night before and gives them back to me. She then accompany around the house to gather the remaining lost objects of mine.

We meet up with Kaiser who is also helping out with the cleaning. He looks around and tells us that it will probably take a couple of days before they are actually finished with tidying.

We make some holes in the floor (bear in mind I think these holes are actually made in a dream prior to this I can't remember) and some of the holes are a bit difficult to get across. At the time when I see the holes in the floor again, my mother is there and there is a woman there who I think is the one who has rented out the facilities, and she isn't happy. Hpowever my mum just engage her in conversation and tells her that it is neither her, nor our problem. When I look at these floors again though they seem to be easier to get by and a lot deeper than I remember them.

15-07-11 No recall. Been drunk and stoned.

14-07-11 I run into Mark, we do the standard ”well it has been quite some time etc.” so how was it at EIMS. He replies that all the old ones have gone, Johan is on the run cause he has done some shady stuff and Tim Smith has died. I tell him well at least he is doing well with his new job.

13-07-11 I am on a beach and there are someone there that I am supposed to remember. The scenario concerns shared dreaming. I turn lucid at some point though the trigger eludes me and the vividness of the dream isn't great. The person running the show isn't who I expected. A couple of other rookie lucids are there with me as well. They all tell me their names and I find it important to remember them, but they are soon forgotten. Was there a Mark in there, and someone whose name begins with an R (Not supprising considering I readh MoShs shared dreaming thread just before bed). In any case the whole thing is a bit difficult to explain. The beach seems to be this gigantic hub and the leader is passing from one person to another assisting them, either with control or something else.

When I step in an start directing the show a bit, it is with great respect for the people around me. I say something like.

“Right, time for dream stabilisation, how do you guys normally do this?”
There may be some mumbling amongst 3-5 people standing by the waves before the answer is returned.
“Have you tried spinning?”
“Think I have done, but not in a while.”

I start spinning, but not your average spinning. I utilise a technique I have picked up in my non-lucids where I gradually spin with my body more and more parallel to the ground. People either try trampling me or try and jump over me and I become a bit playful and start doing some whirled spinning jumps up amongst the people standing right next to me. I turn around and spin around with my back towards the sand. Though this is fun I don't think I am engaging the scenario enough and I soon wake up.
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I recall only the dream after I turn lucid. I may have been lucid prior, but what is written is what I remember. I know that the dream was long prior to what I remember though. I am in some sort of hall. It reminds me of a mixture of a factory warehouse and a sports hall. I think of what the task of the month is and I remember it is about ”where the wild things are” and becoming their king.

I don't encounter any wild things to my memory, but I undertake a quest to summon their king and dispose of him. There are three pre-quests I have to fulfil before I can find him. These three quests will grant me three keys I have to use to get the final key. I start the first one but start thinking that I may not have much time left in the dream, so I decide to cheat by flyng up and grabbing the key from a wooden box with a narrow opening in it. My flying isn't really controlable at first but I manage to snatch the key before I start the descent.

I defy my lack of ability to fly as I head for a risen platform hovering above the floor where the King will spawn. ”I am dreaming I know I can fly!” and this thought makes it possible. There are four boxes on the platform, one at each corner. I put in the key and turn it. There is a mechanical vibration in my hand as I do this and looking out over the floor I can see four elements descending from the ceiling forming a square. I know the king will be in the middle of these. I look around on the other key hole boxes on the platform and wonder why there are keys in all of them, though i reason that if I hadn't cheated I would have had four keys in total.

After a short while the king makes an appearance, He approach from a gate on the lefthand side and as he makes his way towards the descending things he is ethereal at first. I figure I will have to wait until he takes on coporeal form to attempt an attack on him. At first when he takes on bodily form he is naked and very white, sorta vampyrish, however I am dreaming and have no fear so I jump down flying at great speed towards him. When I arrive he has taken on a bunny suit and is slightly fat. I tell him I challenge him and put up my fists preparing for a boxing round.

Before the fight starts we are interrupted though by 3-5 people wearing black cloathing, the leader seems to be a woman. I feel slightly frightful and grab the king and take him behind a shelf.

”Wasn't I dreaming, I am sure I was dreaming, there is no need to hide” I think to myself.

I look at my hand and as I do a couple of extra fingers start growing so I am reassured and take the king and walk over to the people. I also know that I can't really hurt anyone so I talk to the woman and tells her to grab hold of the kings legs.

I grab his head and rip it clean off and I am somewhat relieved that it makes the sound of clothing being ripped as this happens. He was only stuffed afterall.

I start walking towards the gate the king appeared from and think to myself. ”Damn, you got that ”where the wild things are” story completely screwed up, this probably won't count anyways”. ”Ah well it was mildy enjoyable in any case”. After this I wake up.…

I am in a room and a handful of attractive women are there and I am talking to Kaiser about Caroline Loven. I tell him that I have been with her 4 times. I am going through the excersise starting at 5 trying out 3, but decide on 4 (the actual number is 2). I am unsure as to how the conversation arose, but think we were discussing attractive women we had been with.

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I look outside the window and am surprised to see a large red building move towards my left away from me. I think it a bit weird, but quickly someone tell me that TV2 is going to get their asses handed to them for this as apparently they are to blame. I recall the television show and don't find it particularly weird (Would have hated myself for missing this, if it wasn't for the fact that I had already had one lucid that night ^^).

11-07-11 I was lying in bed trying to remeber any dream. Couldn't recall anything, could the severe headaches and illness be the cause of this?

10-07-11Something about sending out dream/love signals to people in Bergen. Sort of a ping back and fortrh, extremely inspired by my low period of not being attractive, what so ever.
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Something about a portal that looks a bit like Rift/the southpark interpretation of Ctuthulu myth. Very bright blue beam running from one point to the other. All have an organic look.

09-07-11 No dreams this night. A combination of lots of alcohol, not a lot of water, and staying up helping out a friend through suffering is probably the cause of this appaling recall.

07-07-11 I am at a bridge somewhere, it is raining heavilly and I am with a couple of people. One of them is a black man who apparently likes to play football. At the bridge he is greeted by the coach of one of the teams, it comes to my attention that one of his personality traits is ”luck” (like the sims) and for that he is prone to fortuitious events occuring to him. In the rain and darkness he slowly turns his head to one side. I am expecting to find a tatoo that will indicate that he has been in the same army unit as the coach greeting us. I don't find it, but due to his personality trait the coach påerceives it and asks him to join the game, not as in watching it but actually playing it. We somehow communicate with one of our white mates (Not that skincolour is important to the plot of the dream, though I am trying to identify if I have any colturally inherited biases from my parrents, who would be described as borderline racists, hence I try and pay attention to these clues when I can) who is a mixture of happy and pissed off that this particular guy always get these opportunities.
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I am in Hornslet, in the street where the baker and old bar is. I am with my parrents and agin it is raining. We are packing up tents. I have a silent battle with my dad about who is better at this particular task, though I sense no hostility.

Notes: Though I don't remember how I turn lucid in the latter dream it is possible that it is a further development from one of the above. They all share the dark rainy atmosphere, though I don't remember which occured first. I do however remember a period of wakefulness in the morning, where I think about how long I have to sleep before I have to wake up to go traveling. It is possible that I have done a DEILD without really trying it, though I did repeat my MILD mantra in the morning wqhile awake. I also did this prior to falling asleep, though not with much ferocity.

08-07-11 I am lying in the bed, much as I am in waking life. I am moving slightly closer to ida until she starts laughing at me. The reason she starts laughing is because I apparently am making hand movements playing with my erect penis. It take me a while to wake up from this seing as I have dreamt about her and I tell her this and the fact that I haven't actually know I have been doing it. She laughs a bit more. And tells me I am doing it again. I have no idea and asks her if she is sure. She is. She decides that it is better to just come closer to me and lie in a spoon, which I am really happy about, I start stroking her body all over and notice that she is really soft, also I wonder why she isn't wearing a top, cause I am sure she weant to bed without one. I am happy cause I dared not ask this, due to ilness and was not sure I would be coming on too strong.
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I am in the same room and there is a brunette next to me, I believe it is ida, though as soon as we precede with the rather rough intercourse I believe it to be Anna from my study.
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I am with a blonde in a bed, she doesn't really wanna fool around, but end up wanting to give me a blowjob. She does so while the door to the room is open. I am not really feeling anything and wonder if I can get time to ”help her out” while she is not around. She ends up goong over to the door to close it a bit or at least look out and see if there is any immediate danger of us getting noticed. She thinks not. I notice it is Per Engholm standing outside and he is discussing with my granddad on the mothers side, who appears to be the hotel manager. I see him later fully dressed in a referee's outfit and he is gonna brandish out a couple of yellow cards to my gran as he has done something super illegal. This gives me time to get my blow job resumed, though as it turns out I aint all that up for it anymore.

07-07-11 Lucid: I don't quite remember how I turn lucid, but I am outside and it is misty and raining. I start out wanting to take off in flight, but I quickly realise that the detail isn't all that great so I decide to spend quite some time stabilising. I do this by engaging all the senses and verbally commanding it. There is a wall covered with a bronze layer on lop and I run my hand over it. I feel the water and cool sensation of touching metal in the rain, it is a somewhat grainy texture as well as if sand has been lying on top of it. I keep trying to see past the mist, which produce quite a solid boundary for my area of perception. It does expand a bit, but not a great deal.

After a while doing this I feel I am anchored well enough in the dream to start exploring. So I do just that. I start out with flying through the rain and I realise I am getting a bit cold. I try to focus on increasing the temperature of the winds hitting my body, which in turn makes me think about how cool it is I am able to simulate that (nothing I haven't done before, just keeps amazing me). After a while of flying around and looking at walls and their details I decide to go up the road to some friends' place. I know they have moved out of that place, but only recently.

When I arrive I can see through the windows that there are 3 people sitting in there my two friends and a dad to one of them. I walk through the wall and appear in their living room. I look around and see that the flat is empty bar some boxes and the three people sitting in there. I start taking off my shirt, I don't know why I do this as I have no intentions of attempting anything adult with any of them.

I start talking to them.

“Yeah so we are in a dream, did you know this?”

They respond with a period of speechlessness and attempts at smiles.

“So how does it make you feel that you are just a figment of my imagination?”
“Ronja I would think that you at least would enjoy this experience” (Yeah ok, my logic is probably starting to mess up a bit here)

They provide the same response, and I get a strong feeling of guilt. What if there is something to them that in a sense they are real. I don't have any rights to rob them of their existence. This guild and introspective focus is causing the dream to destabilise, I sense it and get periodic flashes of diminished clarity.

I shout out “Stabilize the dream!” and it gets back on track, but I can feel it is a wobbly ground I have entered (metaphorically). So I spontaneously start jumping around, I realise a bit later that this is actually a good way of stabilising the dream (can't actually remember if it is or not, but it works). I shout out “Increase vividness!” and to my delight I notice that the ground now has multiple little light reflections in the watery areas of the pavement I am walking. “Ooooohhh that's nice” I smilingly proclaim to myself, I enjoy that a lot.

Sooo what to do? I now get reminded of the ToTM and also my idea of chasing down the devil and killing him with the sound of my bass. Yeah that's a splendid idea. I take off in the opposite direction of my flat and I turn around mid air continuing flying backwards. Here I start imagining that I am tightening an invisible elastic string that will send me off fast towards my flat when I let go. This effect does happen, though not as powerful (don't get me wrong I am picking up A LOT of speed) as I would have thought. I decide to take a quick detour by flying upwards and as altitude increases I notice the ocean. It is beautiful with the large steady waves and a sunset in the background. As I am up there the final light of the sun disappears.

I decide to fly down towards it and continue out over the water. And although I am cold I decide to fly down so I am skimming the surface. I can clearly feel the water against my torso, but there is no obstruction to my flight from the water. After a short while I look out over the horizon and it is starting to bend upwards in the sides (The opposite direction to how it would normally look considering the earth is round). Straight ahead of me I sense a big (BIG!) maelstrom and although the temptation of looking at it close makes me fly just that little closer to the edge, I decide it isn't the right time to investigate that.

I turn around and am amazed to find that the vortex is making it really difficult for me to fly away (I am not sure if me thinking there could be a black hole in the bottom of it comes before or after I notice I am struggling to fly away). I remind myself that I am lucid and with a quick effort of will the gravity chains break and I am off again. Although I remember being cold I am thinking to myself that it isn't that bad now. Still I try and think of the temperature of the wind against me increasing.

I fly to my flat and enter from the garden side. I am looking around and can't immediately find my bass. After turning around one more time, with a bit more intention of it being there I realise there are two of them. I start out by picking up the one lying on the bed, but to my surprise it doesn't have a fretboard. I wonder if this will count negatively towards the task as to me at that instance it doesn't really. However, I might miss out on some training so I ditch it and go for the one on the couch, which is pretty much lying in the position it is in real life, although on a different couch.

I pick it up and I strum the strings. The sound is.. well... bassy and to my annoyance I can't really play any grooves on it. Normally in my dreams I can play some funky grooves, but the lucidity is probably blocking it by giving me access to my waking technical knowledge of the instrument (have had it for 2 months and never touched an instrument before). I do briefly strum the different strings and try the fretboard, but I quickly abandon using the fretboard.

The sound of the bass is somehow skewed, it is deeper and more encompassing than normal, but at the same time there is a higher pitched ending tone regardless of the strings I play. The sound does reverberate a bit in my dream body, but not the full on flowing through me I had hoped for when thinking about the scenario awake.

I decide to go and kill some minions. I jump though the window, foot first, bass in hand ready to go murder mobs, bard style! I run across the lawn and I can see a man with red skin on the road outside it. I shout out “Hey! Devil boy!” and start running towards him. I don't actually know if this is the boss I am after, but I believe so at the start. However as he briefly walks towards me and I start strumming the bass he sort off gets knocked out and decide to make a run for it. Now more red skinned humanoids are starting to pursue me, and although I don't kill them with the sound of my bass they do get knocked back. As they come closer from every direction I decide to hit them with the base of my bass (hehe) while strumming a node. This seems to work on some of them, but not all of them (My confidence in the instrument or the lack of it, seems to have carried over in to dreaming state).

After a while they realise that it is stupid pursuing me and I get time enough to run around the corner to find original devil boy (this is however when I notice there are lots of red skinned people and devil boy might not actually be their leader). The dream is a lot brighter now and they are all standing at a bus stop.

On my way around the corner I notice my fingers are starting to hurt and my D string is broken. In fact the strings all look like a mess and I get a brief doubt if my waking bass is all-right. Your fingers in waking life to respond to the movements of your dream fingers (not sharp enough here to realise there is no way I could have gotten up and actually picked up the bass).

I wake up.

07-07-11 Two fragments: I am meeting up with Ronja, we are outside of what I believe to be a street side café or similar. The sun is shining very brightly. When she arrives she compliments my looks, which include an almost bald head and stubble. Think we hug or kiss each other's cheeks, but there is a moment of “too close for comfort”
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“Are you sure it isn't just to escape people”
“Off course it is an escape from people, when I am dreaming”
“No, I mean, what you are doing isn't it an escape from people in general?”
*What do you mean”

I want to tell this man that I am interested in hearing what he has to say and I won't take personal offence. I believe the topic of conversation is either lucid dreaming in general or my upcoming Bac project on the same subject.

03-07-11 Testing out MILD for the first time produced an interesting result. I used the mantra “question reality – become aware”. After a while the mantra did start popping up fairly automatic. I am dreaming and I am continuously shifting between a scenario in the university campus I just took an evening walk in and a Diablo themed setting, from the catacombs with Diablo actually there. In the dream I am walking along a pathway paying attention to the foliage on the side. It is dark throughout the dreams. I think I may be lucid at certain times, but it is for very brief moments and I have limited recall of them.

The mantra keeps sounding in my head and I think I may be verbalising it as well. the first time I notice I am drifting in and out of sleep is when I am walking on the side of the road, after I hear the mantra I start checking, but the dream fades to “hypnagoic imagery” with the difference that I have no bodily perceptions and the background theme is a lot brighter than when I normally observe these images, still I am convinced that I am falling asleep and not dreaming. A common theme for these images would be the appearance of Diablo in the catacombs with me living the character actually being there, though sort of a birds eye perspective. When this happens I keep repeating the mantra and I would “wake up” back in the university park somewhere. I am stupid enough to believe that it was the place I was attempting to fall asleep.

This happens maybe 3-4 times and on the last time waking up in the university park I am naked or partially naked at least, I am wearing yellow boxers. I take routes that carry me over the grass I am trying to get somewhere home(ish). I run into a person I know from back home, he is passing by on a bike with one of his mates and I tell them not to pay attention to me. I am starting to get a feel for where I am headed and I have a remote in my hand that will teleport me to the nearest street light or something similar. When I get close to one the light of it flickers and I click the remote to sure enough pop over there.

I start walking across a path until I get to a point where I can see that my Mother's sister and her husband is packing up the car. Oh that is right they said they would be leaving soon. I briefly mention to them “so you are leaving now are you” don't know if I get a response or not, but the dream goes on. I am now talking to my grandparents who are sat outside a tent. My grandmother is picking on me saying something like “so it is OK to come home at 9 o clock is it?” I realise she means nine in the morning and I am a bit surprised that I have been gone that long. I start looking around and it is dark, like really dark, which wouldn't fit the time of nine in the morning. I start a discussion with them about this, and although my grandmother disagrees my granddad start coming around to the idea of it being overly dark.

There is another shift and now I am back at my computer in a room that is very different to mine, but it is still my room. I am at the computer and now all the Diablo shit that has happened seems to happen at once on the computer. I am fairly surprised for two reasons, firstly he shouldn't be in the catacombs, secondly I know the other times it has happened have just been HHs. He is running at me and hitting me so quickly, other monsters join the fight, they all die except him and in the end I run out of healing pots and die as well.

Notes: I wake up feeling really disheartened, for not realising I am dreaming although the mantra was clearly carried over. roughly 2-2.5 hours have passed in sleep so the REM period wouldn't have been that long. Now when thinking about it the next day, it is probably not that bad of a first attempt.
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I am in a race of sorts, where we all have to pick up a racing car with varying abilities and proficiencies, a bit like Mario carts. My vehicle is a mixture of a pig and an insect, and I know it isn't the fastest available, but I get a good start. At a point in the race I stop to marvel at I believe it is John Cleese, who is lifting his cart up to the second floor within a moving truck and running it through it so he can get out on the other side. I don't know why he is doing this, but the action does seem somewhat rational, like he might have picked up a card from a deck that tells him to do this.
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I am talking to someone about some activity that will excuse me from social interaction, and I tell people I like it, besides that it means that I can shower up to 5 times a day which is good.
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I am at a construction site, a big one and I ma there to test the lift going up to the roof where the actual construction is taking place. As I walk out I am a bit uncertain and frightened because there are no rails, it would be easy to fall down. I walk into the building and I get the impression that it is a stadium they are constructing. I notice that I have actually gone over an area where you can see down to the ground and it would be possible to fall between the pieces of wood supposed to hold the roofing so I quickly find a more suitable place to stand.

I speak with one of the people working there, and all of a sudden I am employed as a worker. I know I have no expertise in this area so I tell them, that they need to instruct me for whatever they want me to do.

We are putting on the roofing, it is made of plastic, it is blue and the way it works is that you slide your new piece under the one that has already been put down and make them sort of click together in a trench. I ask if gloves would be needed for that and the guy currently putting out pieces tells me it would help as the otherwise there is a risk of injuring your hand.

He tells me that he will probably need me to crawl out over the edge again and start putting down pieces out there. He then say that he probably wouldn't ask me to crawl in such an unsafe location, but I tell him that I don't mind. I have done worse when I was little and besides that the pieces of wood are so close together that it is difficult to fall through, yet I am a bit nervous still.

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I am on the ground with a piece of roofing and I am explaining to one of my mates that it is a different type of plastic than your average shed roof. It is more resilient and difficult to penetrate.

04-07-11 Fragments. I remember being involved with Kiersti from my study, started out with just saying Hi to her as she was sat on a sofa. Then progrssed to a kiss and after that we had a walk where we agreed that we needed to talk. We ended up doing some major petting in her hallway, but nothing more than that. I remember the various ways I tried to kiss her all felt a little different and I was trying to get the right balance of tounge.

Duki wanted to know how it went with her the day after that (note: he has played an awful big part in a lot of my dreams recently).
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Something about watching a football match at a mates house. We are watching on the small telly at first, but decide to switch it over to the big one. However the owner of the TVs is being a cock and make the image roll up behind the screen as we are watching. For some reason I actually find this football match interesting although normally I wouldn't.
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Something about kaiser on the phone talking to me that we should meet up at our destination and I should try to bring beers, or maybe he was going to try bringing beers.
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I am in a house with a lot of funny angles and shapes and for some reason I have keys to all the rooms so I walk around opening pretty much any door I come across. At one point I bump into Daniel's little brother fully dressed in the shower. He asks me what I think of the house and I tell him that it is a bit weird with all the funny angles, he said that he likes that and was struggling for words and I finished the sentence “it is what gives it it's charm” for him.