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NLD #1

Some game and/or tv show and/or soap opera adds a character named after "Luis van Guido" and they have just revamped his character portrait sprite. He has X confirmed kills (or 4 hours to first confirmed kill). My "grandmother" is excited about the news since it's something the hip young ones would also be interested in and is trying to pull up his sprite on her phone to show us but is only getting the old one. I go on the internet to find it myself. He is a handsome looking man with short dark hair and a beard.

NLD #2

Some guy is streaming painting some plushies which each represent various internet people. Before he starts, he takes pics from an old flip phone to show chat. This includes an artist I follow. At some point he also video calls someone who cheekily answers while in the middle of driving which is alarming. During one point in the call they turn around in the driver's seat briefly and we're like "please watch the road!"

LD

FA? I'm in my bedroom and become lucid, nose RC to confirm. With some effort I get out of bed and leave through the window. But before I do, I figure I should look around since I rarely do that. My bedroom is an older style bedroom this time with dark wooden panel wainscoting and frames hanging on the walls. The dream is pretty fuzzy, not very vivid, but I don't think to try and fix this first.

I head out and try to remember what I need to do for the LD comp. I end up on the roof of some building in daytime wracking my brain for some memories. I eventually remember about teleporting. I try to find a door nearby, going down to street level in this dingy alleyway, and see a door that's more like a wooden closet door. Briefly, I consider making my own door/portal because that would count as a personal goal but I figure I should start simple instead.

I open the door and crawl inside. It's empty, there's a shelf near the top, and it's cramped. I close the door behind me and first imagine the outside changing, but then I figure this could be like Narnia instead. I imagine the back of the closet receding and feel around for a second door. I don't have a specific destination in mind, so I open it and end up in what looks like a Muji, with products on display and all.

I am a little disappointed. I try to think of a specific setting and decide on Harry Potter. I find a properly sized door and go through. I find myself on this flight of dark wooden stairs. I squint (everything is still fuzzy and dreamlike) and try to reason if this place could be related to Hogwarts but it looks more like a regular university, like a old New England-style building. I vaguely imagine an auditorium-like setting in my head and keep moving. I don't remember what Hogwarts actually looks like, which doesn't help.

I end up in a dollar store or bookstore with aisles of items on shelves. Instead of worrying about it further, I look around for some magic wands on the shelves and at first see something that might be it, but turns out to be some plastic toy bubble maker. Screw it, I'll make my own wand. I hold both my hands out and mimic "pulling" a long piece of wood out of thin air between pinched fingers, like stretching taffy, until I get a long wand. The surface of it is bumpy and uneven. I try to Wingardium Leviosa something nearby but it doesn't work at first. I remember I need to actually "craft" a magic tool for the competition and try "enchanting" it by imagining a dark spiral pattern onto it and pressing some purple symbols into the wood. There is an older woman behind the front desk that reminds me of McGonagall who gives me some advice about the gesture (down and up).

(after this point I'm not 100% sure I'm still dreaming, though I don't think I feel my physical body in bed?)

I feel a wave of something that might mean I'm waking up at this point and am ""daydreaming"" instead. Feeling a sense of urgency/doubt, I follow the woman's advice and try to levitate a product on the counter and it works (? unclear)

I go outside after and think about what else I can do. I'm not sure if I'm actually dreaming or imagining things right now. I call out for A. just for the hell of it as I walk past a dimly lit construction site through an underpass, the right side of me blocked off by a blue wall. He actually appears around the corner, holding a plate with a slice of cake and a strange two-piece umbrella where the handle detaches. I'm surprised and glad that he's there. I feel the pulse of "something" again. I ask him about the umbrella and he says something about needing to allow or not allow some other people from using it? Unclear, but it's a mischievous vibe. I realize the cake is gone. I want to ask more but then I'm 100% awake.