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Night 5 -10.01-
*Blackout*
Night 6 -11.01-
…/immerse into work activity. We get a task to work in couples. Each one becomes a contract to work with. One of my kids is t doing something there/…
…/I see my English neighbor has cut her hair. She looks angry. Her mother is around while she’s sweeping the street next to a small park in front of her place. I ask her if she’s angry for something because of her face expression. She goes mad and we start discussing about something. Her mother gets something like a stroke but not really, I think to myself “It’s because of her advanced age” and somebody has to call emergency. I don’t have a phone at hand. My neighbor goes dancing on a stage while her mother waits for help somewhere else. There’s a festival show taking place on the second floor of the house surrounding the park which now is on its yard. The dreamscape then fuses into my grandparents house where there’s much more activity than usual/…
…/I’m going with somebody to a known place, she turns into S. There’s a couple of buildings joined with a bridge around. It’s recent dreamscape. I notice I’m not wearing any jacket. I see a jacket hanging inside a room. It looks like a Kindergarten dressing room when we get in. I turn to see we have nothing to do there. We better go now but trying not to be noticed by the parents who are playing with their kids in the front yard of the place. One of them throws a black plane with a gadget. They follow its flight. I turn to see it looks like a raven figure. It gets stuck on the roof, they laugh because it looked like the bird landed by itself/…
…/There's somebody saying that the police is searching random houses by tricking the people somehow to catch drug dealers. They notice because of a mark left on their lips by the use of a pipe/…
…/It’s an apparent that mixes with one of my childhood classrooms. It’s white. I’m not sure who owns this place, possibly S. N went out to meet her friends. I go to the corridor to do something. When I turn to get in again I see a piece of paper on the upper left corner. It looks like it was part of a bigger picture and was left behind by the former owner. It depicts a an Asian dragon similar to some I drew long ago for a design project. I want to take a picture to compare with mine. I turn to look for my phone and turn on the camera app. Then I cannot find the piece of paper. It takes a while to find it again. There’s a second corner of a picture but less visible/…
Night 7 -12.01-
…/We are with S on my dad’s bed. It’s a mixture of places again. We see some small insects popping out of her blankets. I slap the first one out with my finger. The second one jumps on my voice recorder when I put it close. Then I bring it to the window. A centipede now comes out of the mattress. It’s disgusting and she wants it out of here. I thought she was going to start a show but she didn’t/…
…/I see a reel of a beauty contest. The winner is carrying a white dress and turns to receive the price. She has a huge red spot on her butts, it’s an embarrassing situation/…
…/I see something I did on a list on paper. Has something to do with music and some explanations. I don get to see what I’m trying to show with the arrow I drew to the right side of the list. I’m trying to figure out what I wanted to say. There are some Chinese characters somewhere. I’m at work. The list has YouTube links on it and I can see a short clip telling in documentary mode saying something and that the guitar player didn’t mind, then again something about the bass player and that he didn’t mind neither while the video shows a very raw zoom in and out of their instruments. I hear a techno song fragment singing “I wanna be an Angel”/…
Night 8 -13.01-
…/it’s sort of big auto repair shop. There’s a lot of junk. The place is dirty with low illumination. Some corners are very dark. There’re different levels of the junk/…
…/again my grandparents house. Something about some lists and Google maps is not showing the actual position but you may use a reference to locate it/…
…/I’m shopping somewhere when I turn to see a big wall of peanut packages. There’s somebody saying we can have them for breakfast. I think they’re a snack for cheat talk or something like that. I see the cutlery must be organized, it’s random set on the box/…
…/some family recent stuff waiting to be done and more stress of work/…
I lost many of the fragments dictating them on the back of my mind with the voice recorder on pause…
Night 1:
Dream fragment: …/I’m standing on my way home from work at a park. I see wagons from my work coming right where I am. I arrange some stuff on them and let them turn to my left and let them move along the street/…
Night 2&3:
No recall
Night 4:
Dream fragment: …/I’m traveling in a bus that has white tables on some seats disposed in zig-zag. Some people are complaining because of the asymmetrical distribution of the seats with tables. I see nothing wrong with that disposition, it must be that way/…
Night 11
…/I turn and cross a door when somebody at my back says: “Here we ‘flay’ because of we f*ck and play”/… I woke up remembering that
Night 12
…/I’m in front of the model of a modern large house in the mountains. I’m carefully placing some round transparent reddish covering plastics on the courtyards to protect the next places I’m planning to go. I’m wearing skin colored stockings/…
07.09 - Night 7
…/I get into a new section of the sorter, it’s main purpose is to heal books. Here fall all books that got damaged along the process of distribution. The books this time are modern paperback versions. There’s a book with pink cover on top of one of the piles on the plates.
I don’t see it’s going to work, I have my doubts about the process. It’s not my task today anyway, I’m too wide away from my working place where I’m sorting stuff for titles for its placement or something like that. We’re moving to another section of the sorter, we have to board a train. There are people from the design area. The big J is there/…
WBTB
I succeeded to incubate the dream back again but failed to recognize when it started
…/it’s the same new section, there’re other paperback books piled there. I’m leaving the section now and I can see now the creeper of my living room hanging in a precarious way next to the sorter. I’m afraid it’s going to fall, I try to fix it into a better position while the sorter keeps moving. I’m trying to figure out what’s the logic of this new station. Each book has some values, like RPG cards. And they must be placed on their corresponding plate according to those numbers for the machine to take them to their new location or something like that . There’s a guy wearing glasses working on the first plate. He shouldn’t be there handling books because of his task has nothing to do with books. He’s taking the books away from where they should be taken by the machinery. I think to myself: “Now I see why it’s not working”/…
08.09 - Night 8
This time the dream was too abstract to recall a full sequence, I’m moving into thoughts and the scenery changes too fast to recall more
…/I see some coworkers, old J is there. They twist and fall into big woks like they’re sort of omelettes. Other stuff turns around and moves on/…
09.09 - Night 9
…/I’m on a train arriving at a train station. I see some cops with dogs doing their job/…
…/I see my daughter is watching films In a strange language. I cannot understand what the actors are saying. Look like a live show comedy/…
10.10 - Night 10
No recall, got too few hours of sleep, then must go back to work
…/There’re groups of cartoon like fat people with small thin heads, wearing coats. Some of them are wearing big round hats. They’re standing on platforms at different heights. There’s something like a huge tonearm of a turntable switching from one group to another. They follow its inducted instructions and sing along a melody. Some seem not to know the lyrics and start improvising. I don’t like it although it’s not bad the result. I go down to the lower level of the system. I get to the small yard of my grand parent’s house. The couch of the small living room is out there and another sofa. A short haired arrogant looking pretty girl around 20 is laying along the couch, with the head on the coach arm and both legs crossed on the couch back. She’s wearing black stockings, mini skirt, plaid shirt and a jacket. I want to correct her posture without being direct to avoid rebellious confrontations, just by sitting next to her in order to force her to put the legs down. She doesn’t look clean. I don’t want to get too close to her feet, she’s not wearing shoes. I sit and she turns to put her legs on the table in front of the couch. I think: That’s not the best but much better. I ask for a kiss as reward. She’s angry/…
…/There’s something with my dad/…
My daughter slammed the bathroom door when I was recalling the segments of this dream. That blocked my recall while I was remembering more details and lost the rest of the dream