Minkaron
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Let's start at the beginning. I took new nightly medication and fell asleep reasonably quick. Upon waking (around 2:00am), I took an 8mg galantamine extract pill -- which, years prior, barely assisted in dream recall. As I drifted off to sleep, I managed to WILD.

The sensation of sleep paralysis was hardly as bad as it had been before. I’ve found myself stuck in it far too long when I try to WILD. This time was different. To get metaphysical, those physical sensations I felt lying on my bed dissolved away to a blackness as my perception turned inward. I could feel my subconscious take over my breathing, and instead of feeling an uncomfortable stiffness in my limbs, I felt waves of relaxation wash through my body.

From this blackness, I wanted to create the universe. So I did. I was cheeky about it too, narrating it Attenborough’s voice as I watched galaxies form, then planets. I commented about how Earth was my favorite life-bearing planet (and the only life-bearing planet I knew of). For some reason, I felt really clever saying that. I then found myself next to a black hole. Around me roared clouds of stellar gasses, red hot. I felt fear as I watched (what my mind’s eye perceived as) this black hole.

Next thing I know, I am walking down a dimly lit hallway made of ancient stone. It was very dungeon-esque, interspersed with iron bars that seperated the hallway parallel to my own. A man was pounding on the bars. He turned and looked at me, yet his face was distorted -- much like flesh-toned static. The man uttered to me in a deep and equally distorted voice. And like that, a rush of water broke away the stones as it sucked everything down into a whirlpool behind him.

I must have flown off, because next thing I remember was tasking people with saving warring nations and attempting to de-escalating their war. After awhile though, I settled in a desert. I was at the top of a mountain with another guy -- he was my father apparently. His voice kept changing and so did mine. We both commented on it, but continued talking. He was building a windmill to power something at the bottom. Each time an addition was made, the man grew older. I had constructed a generator powered by a mini-black hole by the time he was done.

There’s a huge blank spot between this and the next dream. I was piloting a spaceship as a robot, delivering Chinese food to some guy. As I approached the asteroid, I realized he was being pursued by bounty hunters. I avoided their bullets as I docked. The guy immediately pulled me out and tossed me inside and set my ship to self-destruct to fool them. He closed some blast doors and we heard the explosion. When he asked for his food, I told him I didn’t grab it out of the ship. He wasn’t happy.

There was another dream about a teacher losing her job because of underperforming students and another of a mega-building called “Decadence”. It was a self-sustaining building that provided everything free of charge (food, drinks, room), but there were only three ways in: Invitation for the famous, by being exceptionally skilled and working there -- or interestingly -- by sneaking in. Anyone who managed to get past their tight security could live there.

I woke up from this at 5:00am feeling as though got a full night’s rest, despite my mind being so active in the dreams.

I can't quite remember where the dream starts, other than that I was leaving work and heading back home. My roommate was in the car with me as we navigated through winding roads and across hills. We happened to drive up a hill to meet with my parents. They had just purchased a house in a close-knit neighborhood surrounded by pueblo houses. The neighbors were out and about, talking with each other when I looked at the base of the mountain and saw black billowing clouds contrasting against the sunset. One of the neighbors walked up to me and explained that this was going to be the biggest storm yet and everyone was preparing for it.

Nighttime was approaching, and the clouds stopped moving towards us and settled down into base of the mountain. I rushed with my roommate back into the main town, where the close alleyways didn't permit us to drive far. We went into a rundown bar to try to hide from the coming storm, but it was already packed, and we wanted a place to ourselves - since most popular hiding spots were charging a fee. As we traveled down some stairs outside, we found an old abandoned cleaning closet that also housed some piping. Nobody was in there, so that's where we hid, and right when the storm approached too.

Before I could see any action, however, I immediately woke up.

I traveled to L.A. with a couple of friends of mine. I don't recall much other than that we had visited a business plaza surrounded by eateries and clubs. We went to one club, but promptly left since it didn't actually appeal to us.

It was nighttime and I was in an open air plaza once again. This time there was an assortment of cart vendors and people wandering around. I vaguely remember something about robots and orcs - or other such mythical creatures, but not much else beyond that.

I was doing a delivery with an older lady to an elementary school. I realized after we had arrived thar it was my old school I attended. As we went inside, I tried hard to examine all the students and teachers for folks I knew. There was one little girl in particular that seemed familiar, but I moved on.

I went to the cafeteria for an old reuinon, and saw a great deal of older adults. None of them I recognized, but many of them were successful looking. I felt envy, but soon woke up.

I was grocery shopping with my roommate, looking for a specific cut of beef to use with a gravy and noodle recipe. For some reason, I was secretive about it, not wanting her to know. Later on though, a few of our friends happen to show up with us, and we discuss our plans for the day. I end up hitching a ride with one of my friends rather than riding with my roommate. As we loaded up the car, she told me to be careful with the eggs - and like a scene out of a sitcom, I quip back with, "I know what I'm doing," and roughly dropped them into the trunk. With a loud cracking noise, I look down and see the eggs broke all over my clean laundry. Feeling defeated, I just rush inside the car and we get going.

For some reason, we decided to visit my grandparents house on our way back. It was a quaint neighborhood, completely different than what my grandparents actually live in. There were chain link fences holding back barking dogs, and the backyards of the modular houses were unkempt and messy with weeds and grass. Once we arrived, I was greeted by a man who told me I needed to take some sort of test on the computer. Before I could take it, however, someone I work with showed up and was taking it with me. Strangely enough, the modular home shifted to an old, dark Victorian styled house, and the test became a logic puzzle on a child who had died on the property. We needed to know how, and when the child died. If we failed, we would die. I knew the answer before the test started, but I wanted to show my work and set myself to solve it properly. I promptly woke up before the dream proceeded, though.

First Dream
Not much to this one. I was with a group of people at a pool. We were throwing these strange foam objects into the water, but I can't remember why. I remember checking a Doppler radar on my phone and saw a storm approaching. It also picked up on sea monsters lurking beneath the pool. A person approached me to discuss something, though I woke up before they could.