Sweven
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20th - Barely slept. No recall.

21st

Snow Rolling
Night is deep, endlessly dark. He steps slow, footprints smothering my own in the snow. Every so often a war cry howls... then the hiss of an arrow far too close to an ear. I can run but but never outrun him. Fall backward into the drifts and roll under depths of the snow. Roll softly. Roll sightless. Enjoy the false security of faux escape.

Trainings
She is Dachshund. Short legs. Short leash. We say her name as a sneeze. She is mine to train. Here and there she whips wild, rolling and whimpering. Simply wait until she simmers down. Return to training. Somehow she is now a kitten. She is still Dachshund. She is leash-less and allowed to play through the house.

Two other dreams I can't record because I can't read the scribbly handwriting.

Frag: Something about Jason Brant on youtube




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Well Gardens
They grow gardens in egress window wells, peas, daisies, sunflowers. Snap the occasional sunflower stem to free up room for the others. "We need vegetables," I tell the residents of this flowery place. They make more windows, wells, little garden plots in which to grow some food.

Concerning Cryptids
He runs a podcast, Concerning Cryptids, live from his garage. A child, deputy and I are invited to tell of the time a dragon soared the sky. Our host is nowhere to be seen. Bored, we snoop and find an alter, piles of batteries, dismantled machines. Battery acid spills across my hand. Rinse in a bowl of water on the alter. Impatiently we wait hosts arrival.

Burrs & Thorns
A sister and I hike through a forest then through a field. Climb down a hill bristling with burrs. Invasive seed pods now adorn our clothes like shining patterns of beadwork. Too much time is spent ripping out burrs. Notice then that my feet are barren. Pull out the sticks and the deeply hooked thorns. Continue on. Our grandmother's lies tucked in the trees another half a day ahead.

Fragment: On a too full train I continuously switch cars, looking for one not as stuffy

HGI (WBTB) Two triangles merge together to form a circle with a sphere inside

Finally!!! Didn't accomplish much task-wise but am grateful for the lucidity.

A tiny restaurant looks larger by way of mirrored walls. Waiting for some friend, check my reflection. I am not myself. 'Maybe dreaming?'. Press fingers through mirror. "Dreaming!"

Stand. Leap through the looking glass into a monstrous, dark cavern. A beast that may be the bastard child of Godzilla and a Balrog, glares, growls, attacks. Retreat backward through the mirror.

Trembling fingers reality check. Dreaming. Clasp hands. Calm. Collect wits and lucidity. Dreaming. Must face the beast. Leap through the mirror, come what may. But there is no cavern, only a courtroom. Victims crowd the jury box. Smug grin greets from the witness stand.

"Oh for fucksake. Did I molest you too?" the witness asks, mildly irritated.

"I don't even know you," I confess... then add, "You will always tell the truth." Inquire about his crimes. He admits guilt, to his own astonishment. I leap, a foolish and over dramatic fling. He and I are face to face. Twist and tear his head from body. It is like tearing cardboard.

"You killed me! You killed me!" echoes his wet, gurgling scream.

Standing ovation from the jury.

Stare the head straight in the eyes. "Stay alive," I command. Toss the trash to the floor.

Now rises panic. Need to escape. No mirrors seen. Calm. Be calm. Think. See my hands stained with sketchy tattoos. Strange. Interesting. Yes. Still dreaming. Find a way out. A door! Rip it open expecting the bastard beast. Instead, a Star Wars like city glitters far below. Exhilaration surges. Leap. Ferocious freefall. Land on a daylit outdoor stage.

"You're going to sing for us!" squeals a someone from behind.

Turn. Two of the jurors are there. They followed? Shake off surprise. "I don't sing anymore." Pace and struggle to remember dream goals. Dream goals. Dream goals. Feel morning creeping nearer.

"This is someone else's dream," Lady stalker states.

"How do you know?" I ask, startled from the silent struggle.

"The smell," Male stalker says, as if its common knowledge.

"Don't you ever smell where you are?" Lady asks.

"No." I feel weird about this conversation.

"Smell now," Lady commands.

Inhale deeply. Smell nothing. Wonder about sensations. Search for a swallow of this dream. Stalkers follow chattering about the importance of smell. Lose lucidity while wading through the concert swell.


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Nicks
Through crush of booze riddled bodies make our way to the Motley Crew. Front row for the show is suddenly Stevie Nicks. Concert cancelled. Stevie reappears and roams the crowd for causal conversations. Though not a big fan it is still a thrill to speak with some famous singer.

Science Center
Sometimes student. Sometimes chaperone. Through a science center we stream. Linger in robotics with a feeling of unfinished business but pressed, we move on. In the weightlessness room we leap, soar, softly sink to the floor over and over again.

Fragment: A wolf circles a cluster of people attempting to fend it off. Sometimes I am the cluster. Sometimes I am above.

CnR
Can not get to Gil and Cris waiting for their ride. My car is unfindable in an endless field of others. Only after they scatter do I see my car. Finally get to Chris and Gil, who are watching a man argue with his shadow. Intrigued, I watch along.


HI (post WBTB)
A toddler sister runs into view and soundlessly laughs

Hair Doings
With gentle affection Deb tends each daughter's hair. When brushed they rush to sit aside me as I spill stories spit between fairytales and dreams. She combs pink dye through one child's hair. It is streaky and sloppy. Check my hair in a mirror to see I'm waring Bilbo's hair from the other night dream. A half assed inclination to reality check passes, overshadowed by the urge to fix the monstrosity living atop my head.

Fragments:
-Tin and Kayji sell food at some dusty, roadside market. Kayji is angry that the dollar store treats outsell her from scratch baked good.
-A very large dog strolls past and when I wonder if it is a wolf, wake.


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Fragment
Near a raging, muddy waterfall trying to take photos. Careful while stepping on the mossy shores of the frothing river.

Hangry
We stop for our supper. Kayji sees her friends. She sits with them instead. I choose a salad. A man stands near. Suddenly my food is his? Complaints fall on deaf ears. Facts only find blind eyes. The van which is escape shifts shape into a bike. Ride darkening roads. Hippy man brushes me with a flowered branch when I coast pass. Enraged, I swing around and let loose surge of rage. And then, there comes the sun. It shines the way to the near forgotten roads to home.

Whisper & Warrior
Solitude found in a flimsy shed. Ignore raps and requests for entry. Shed shifts into a treehouse crammed with computers. Shift again into THE bat cave. Heroes gather. A grainy ghost of woman appears shining like shadow Galadriel. She is sublime and exists, aware, across dimensions and time. She knows she haunts the hovel of my all my hearts. I know that across all of her spectral lives she may love only The Warrior.

Chasing
In a pow wows pulsing heart Jae and Shae prance and sway to ancient songs of grace. Fumble my way forward. They are always out of reach. Find them safe in a hotel, which becomes a trailer, which becomes a single shack of hoarders' mess and just as jumbled lightlessness. Want only to rescue them but they seem happy where they are.

Mysteries
With straight cut bangs he looks more oompa-oompa than hobbit. Bilbo says its to do with his evolution from clean cut to wild haired, hobbit of mystery. I laugh. "What do you REALLY know of me?" he asks, then asks things I can not answer. "What do you REALLY know of yourself?" he asks, then asks things I can not answer. We both are a mystery to me, it seems. Despite it all we still keep good company.

Note: Someone who I'd been talking about the game to, became lucid last night and completed one of my new personal goals. She 'fourth walled herself'. It was only her second lucid dream ever.



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