non-lucid

Another mega recall night: no lucids but dayum the detail. Lost the early (considerable) recall due to laziness (didn't record), and a late morning multiple waking continuous epic occupied almost all my dream memory space apparently, clobbering the earlier recall.

Another two Opti-Men day: one in afternoon, one an hour or so before bed. Lots of wakings, and lots of recall. Sort of a day off at the lake.

earlier:

(so much more forgotten, damn!)

+ who's that guy wearing the full-body "Coke" advertising outfit and baseball cap? The letters C-o-k-e are huge and spreads sideways from his shirt down to his pants. The letters are gold and the outfit is red. The same gold "Coke" is on the front of his red cap. Oh, it's my cousin P, I guess he's moonlighting as a pizza delivery guy, there's the boxes of pizza right there with my family to the right at the table (took a bite)

+ tennis date: started playing on the court with with Na (clarinet from the childhood neighborhood), she makes a shot which lands near the baseline, I get down and watch it hit the ground. There are two lines there very close together: one is the singles baseline, and one is the doubles baseline. The ball landed right between these two lines. I tell Na "your shot was out for singles, but in for doubles" (I repeat this again?). I think about hitting back a zippy forehand with lots of topspin.

To my right a crowd has entered the court: I see a middle-aged Chris Evert has come and she's giving a master class on tennis serving. She tosses, swings, and follows through, commenting on what she's doing. At one point she "glitches" and fast repeats a movement several times. I'm glad we got to the courts before this or we may not have gotten a court.

Na is now O, my wife's student (the goofy/cute/hot/sweet one) and we're on a date here playing tennis, now watching Chris Evert's class. We're getting closer and more and more cuddly with each other, more touchy, it's really exciting. Chris Evert at one point says something meant for the "couples" in the crowd and O jabs me that I didn't respond, but I was lost in thought about her (O) and say so. I'm standing slightly to her right and behind her, and lean around to her face and kiss her, I'm semi-hard and pressed up against her leg and I imagine she can feel that.

I'm wondering what my wife will think of me marrying O? I "remember" my wife's said before that I'm free to go, but with O may be too much.

O lies down in pain, she says "Oh, it hurts!" and she puts her right hand (I'm on her right side) on to her lower abdomen/lady parts area. I think she may be having female cramps. I'm saying (in various languages) "What is it? What's wrong? etc" Her legs are spread (she's wearing black leggings) and I massage the tendons of her inner thighs at the pelvis (pretty much right on top of her (ahem) but this is not sexual), and say to her she probably strained these running while playing tennis.

late:

+ multiple-waking epic: we've returned to our California adult home

Why are we here? Where are the new owners (the house is empty)? Why can't I remembe this? How long can we be here? Did we buy it back? If so, that would be awesome, I really miss this place. I'm standing in the kitchen and see the beautiful malachite-colored counter tops and the pale maple cabinets. I walk down into the living room and see two colorful Christmas trees there: one just a bit to the left of its normal position, and one smaller one over by the entertainment center.

Brief scene with son S1 as a young boy. Something about playing/rewinding a VCR tape?

Huge doctor bill:
At the dentist/doctor's, when we moved away before, we left a huge (10's of 1000's of $) unpaid bill, for what, look at the itemized list with huge costs for each procedure (what could be so expensive?), what should we do (I say ditch it!)? It would take us years of saving to pay this. I say (and think if I should say this out loud) that "we only manage to net $2000 per month" (I think what's the right word, net or gross?). The people around us in the waiting room turn and look at us in pity for only clearing such a small amount.

Christmas:
Emotional scene with young song S2. I say we should go shopping and buy and wrap the Christmas presents, don't you want to do that? He is sad and says no. I think "oops have I ruined the magic of Christmas?" I struggle with what should I answer if he asks me about Santa Claus: should I be truthful or maintain the magic? I weep/sob hysterically while looking at a couch and thinking about my son and my own lost Christmas innocence.

Cleaning out the yard:
I want to just hang out but my wife wants to get rid of the big old cabinet standing there in the side yard under the tarp. We carry a long piece of it into the garage, I want to place it right next to the garage door so that when I bring the van it's convenient to load up after opening the garage door, my wife disagrees, I'm frustrated at her disagreement. In the garage, I spot a vicious stray dog squatting there, he's large and looks like pit bull. I see a small dirty thick mattress that he sleeps on under a set of shelves.

Spiders:
In room blasting spider nests and a daddy-longlegs off the wall with a water gun (I think it's actually shooting bullets?) while son S2 watches. Through a opening in the wall between the kitchen and the garage I see a lot of spiders in a space behind the drywall: we'll have to remove this and clean them out.

Standing between the kitchen and the garage, I look into the kitchen and notice an area with missing/peeling decorative red-shiny-reflective tape. We'll have to replace this. There are also what looks like very sooty white fuses on the wall, we'll have to clean these. Are we preparing this place to sell again?

The dog:
My wife is down in the garage and I'm at the door to the kitchen, and I see the stray dog crouching below some shelves, I yell to my wife "come here now!" she comes, and the dog lunges. I block the dog with something, I'm holding a barrier up at the dog's neck the dog is extended up on its hind legs. I make friends with the dog, petting it and talking to it soothingly, it gets very friendly, I take it to show my family, it's more like a curly-haired big poodle now, it lies on its back and we rub its tummy, it looks more like a bigger version of our old dog now. It gets up and walks and I see that someone has painted a heart-shaped big purplish drawing around it's butt based on "My Little Pony."

The daughters / will:
I see a picture/video/live scene of two cute young girls dressed up in frilly dresses, about 4 and 6 years old. Are these my daughters? Did we have two girls and I can't remember it? Such a major life event, why can't I clearly remember this? I go ask my wife about this, are these daughters hers from her previous marriage? She indicates yes, but they're both degenerates now (as adults), one is a vegetable in the hospital, and the other is a useless low-life. I do not want these girls messing with my sons' inheritance. I consult an expert about this, can I write a will that clearly gives everything 50/50 to my two sons that will withstand any late challenge? People tend to come out of the woodwork at probate/inheritance, they may somehow hear about it and show up to claim something. The guy says it's important to get an official copy stored with a trustworthy person in case someone presents a forgery. I think who would work for this, who's the right age, and decide on my sister. "She's totally trustworthy" I say. Mmm Hmm he says.

The party: (this is like a sub-dream within the "returned home" dream, many scenes):

Cup throwing game: I'm tossing plastic clear drinking cups to (girls) across the room. I'm spinning the cups with both hands and they're flying like tube-frisbees. One cup is crushed and I try to unwrinkle it. It doesn't have a cut out bottom, it won't fly well I think, I try tossing it and indeed it does not fly straight. I toss to a girl across, she tosses back to me, I toss to another girl, she tosses back to someone else? My wife says no, I must be the one to get the cup and re-throw it.

In a group of people at the table the M's (british schooling former friends with the annoying chidren) are there. KM and RM. They look very old, gray hair, old faces, grayish like covered in a layer of flour. KM reaches a hand and I shake it. Them RM and I shake hands I have to lean really far forwards in order to do this. RM has a big deep chunk missing from her nose around her left nostril, it's very red. The M's say "but what about the property?" referring to the daughters/will situation. I get upset and say they shouldn't talk about such things.

At the table, we need to put away the glasses, I say the ladies should do this (they object a bit?) my sister puts a glass into the display case, some (green?) liquid oozes out and I catch it cupping my hands together, it wasn't washed properly.

The party is moving to the park across the street! A few people are walking but most (seemingly all girls?) have piled into one of the two cars. They're really packed in sitting on top of one another. There is a clean place left for me in the driver's seat. I get in and we take off. This is in the middle of a large city at a hexagonal roundabout at the top of a hill. There are two exiits I could take to get out of the parking lot onto the street, but the one on the right is crowded with cars so I take the left one. I need to turn right, but the direction signs painted on the ground only indicate left-turn allowed. I ignore this and turn right. For several turns I move my way around to the left of each of the exit roads of the roundabout. I enter a (tunnel?) inside. Then we're walking in a mall near a movie theater and I'm looking for someone who works here to ask directions to how to get out of here.

In a boat on the water by the pier. I'm looking down into the murky water, trying to see something. The sunlight is streaming down into the water and then I can see it is revealing the ground, this is the first time I've ever seen the ground here it's about 20 feet deep (day residue from the day at the lake, observing the pattern of the sun through the water and on the sand). I imagine one can see fishes, and then I see them: the water is thick with them, medium sized. What about sharks? Yes there are some larger fish clearly sharks. A second boat has a boy/girl leaning too far over the side I shout to get back in, I think he/she might fall in and get eaten by a shark. He/she throws something like a sock into the water which lands on the head of one of the fish, I yell not to throw stuff.

At an ice cream stand high above the water, my father chastises the kid for not listening to me in the boat.

I was worried in mid/late morning that I had no recall. So I just kept relaxing and reaching for memories and some eventually came to me, then fell asleep and had the "later" dreams as well.

earlier:

+ long sequence of scenes in some hotel room / random buildings:

in hotel room, my colleagues have left (they have the keys?), I have trouble standing up and some people in the room reach to help me, but I'm annoyed at their attention. I go off to take a shower and am naked except for a towel wrapped around me. I'm walking through a large space with walls, mostly alone, I see a few girls on their own and think I could have sex with them but decide not to.

I'm on a ferris wheel riding with my parents. I don't like it, I don't want my safety to be dependent on some machine. I hold on tightly to the sides of the bench/seat/walls and look around, thinking about getting off when my seat reaches the bottom.

I'm talking about lucid dreaming with my mother, but don't feel like revealing I'm a lucid dreamer.

I'm hugging my pretty girlfriend but a uniformed officer is plotting against us? Walking the hallways, I nod to other uniformed officers who salute me back, and I look down and see I'm wearing a (honorary?) uniform with chevrons, I'm of middle rank it seems.

My Jr. high band teacher is advocating a revolutionary idea that we should move to using waterways for all transportation. I "remember" that I've got stuck before in traffic on the river and don't think it's such a great idea.

using a vending machine?

in a high-walled narrow corridor section of a super-store, at a sausage/salami counter?

later:

+ I'm with my ex-gf SB in a large open building space (library?) I take her in my arms, cradling her head in the crook of my arm and looking down into her face. I think she's been hiding something, and I ask her "What other languages can you speak?" Her face gets cold like she doesn't like the question, and goes and stands a bit away from me and says something? Back together towards the end of the room on a raised platform I kiss her but she puckers her lips tightly and it's not satisfying, then she relaxes and the kiss is sexy, she reaches for my (ahem) in my pants and grabs it and I say "Oh, my!". I reach for hers but have trouble getting in under the tight elastic of her pants/panties. I then think about how women's pubic hair can be brushed tidy much more easily than men's.

+ meet deceased father-in-law, I see him approaching me and I recognize him instantly, his hair is entirely gray and his face is more wrinkled, so he looks older than how I knew him in life but he'd been dead 7 years now so I think that makes sense. In the dream I know he's dead, but I think he's returned looking for his wife who died just this year. I'm very soft and nice with him and comfort him, he doesn't say anything but seems at peace. Very vivid, quite amazing.

+ son has set up a computer networking party at round tables in a large room, there are not enough computers for everyone, since I'm the parent I demand a computer for my use. There are about 5 computers set up with varying sized monitors and fairly young teens mostly are using them.

+ I'm superman trying to save the day against a bomb, enter building, and step on to a skinny platform elevator. It's a small oval platform with two poles, one on each side, and I wonder if my big beefy body can fit in between these poles and whether the elevator will work with me on it. It rises up to the second floor and stops, I need to go farther but the 2nd floor receptionist refuses my further progress. So I step out and decide to look for the stair, find them and climb up, on a large landing before reaching a higher floor I meet the foreign mad scientist and his assistance, he looks through my wallet expecting to see millions of dollars, but filps through the bills and counts (accurately) only about $20K is there, so the bomb doesn't have funding to buy the rest of the required materials. My female teammate scientist sets off the existing bomb design and measures it having achieved an impressive million degrees heat, but that's all that happens because it wasn't finished.

Super late to bed, Very vivid dreams

+ summary: fly to Mt. T., how fast, overhead view, pace jet, land, empty water channels with automated mines at corner, teleport back home via phone call

I'm on the deck of my childhood home looking out at the view of the distant water and the mountain ranges across it. There is something in the way of the view of mount T across the water. To the right side of the deck I have a clear view but to the left there is something obscuring it. To the right I look at it, it is [false memory] like a little version of half-dome in the distance, sort of crumbling to the left side, a "bump" rising above the ridge. I take of and fly towards it.

I'm flying fast! I do a calculation of distance vs. time and come up with something like 1600 MPH. At one point I pace a fighter jet in the vicinity.

Coming up over Mt. T. I want to land at the visitor's center on top, I know you can hike there. Below me I see several choices, and I choose the one on the right where I see a big "+" sign from two long intersecting roads.

Down on the ground there are long narrow channels (empty). At a 90-degree turn to the left there are automated mine/drones that fly around and plug themselves into outlets (I hit away an enemy drone?). I get a call from (my parents?) and there's a big of simultaneous 1st/3rd person, I (he) needs to pick up the call then by hitting a button on the other end I/he will be transported back to the house

+ summary: in old PT neighborhood, more and more see businesses have moved in, very upset, should complain, a burger place is moving in right next door!

I'm across the street in my old PT neighborhood. I look at the house and it's been made into a Gap store, there's a postal mailbox up on a landing under a small awning. My wife is upset that this store has moved in to a residential neighborhood, it will bring traffic and crowds. How could they put a store here? I see strange street signs? I keep looking around at the houses on the streets around us and see indications that even more commercial stores have moved in: outdoor chalk menus, I see into a bar where people are standing (I go in at one point). I see that the neighboring home (there is no separation between the buildings) is planned to become a hamburger restaurant, I'm really upset about this.

+ summary: on deck next to lake, adjusting chairs in sun, fall in, see chairs under water, great white shark with huge crushing teeth; at our defensive wall, enemy group approaching, I call out warning and wonder when I should jump out with my (sword?)

Outdoors on a pier/dock next to a body of water, I'm sitting in white plastic lawn chair at the edge of the water. (I fall in?) I'm up on the dock looking down into the clear water and see 1-2 white lawn chairs about 10 feet down submerged (my wife complains that I let them fall in?). Underwater view: In the water to the right is a diver and a great white shark swimming around him. The shark opens its massive mouth and there are a number of huge, dull, thick cylindrical teeth that I think can crush anything.

I'm manning a (checkpoint? Barrier?) wall into our territory, I see a delegation of enemies (2-3) approaching, I call back to the leaders to let them know its approaching. I wonder when I should jump out through the opening with my weapon (a sword?) brandished, timed so that I do it right as they approach the opening.


+ summary: on supersonic open-top jet taxiing for takeoff, pilot is American, good I'll be able to understand him, he's southern with strong accent, crazy elevated twisting road [dream sign], pilot describes the meaning of the hand marks on the runway, at takeoff other passengers leave their seats for a good views for pictures, they're crazy I warn them, plane stars moving I'm not buckled in I manage to buckle before the G-forces become overwhelming

I'm on an open-top (no walls/roof) super-sonic jet taxiing for takeoff. I hear / know that the pilot is American, I'm relieved because then I'll be able to understand him when he speaks. The plane is maneuvering along raised narrow platforms, at one point it's turning onto another platform and I think there's not enough room to make the turn without falling, but then I see that an extension at the front of the plane is rolling along a parallel small raised path so the plane is supported. The pilot starts talking about markers on the ground (look like hands?), he has a thick southern accent and is not so easy to understand as I'd hoped. He has to always talk about these markers since the passengers always misunderstand them and get scared. They are marking points (where the plane is allowed to turn back?).

As we approach the take-off point at least 2 people get up and move around. One is a woman with a camera who moves to a little compartment on the wing and climbs in there (to get a good shot of the takeoff?). I call out to them to get back to their seats, they'll be blown away in the takeoff. As the plane starts accelerating for takeoff I try to buckle my seatbelt, I wonder if I can do it against the strong G-forces we'll be feeling soon. I am able to buckle my belt.

Finally, a proper FM night again, could have dreamed more but noise at home stopped it

Mental journaling all night long. Spent a long time (30-60 minutes?) in morning reviewing earlier dreams before final BTS and last two dreams.

+(f) FA: woke in shock to my wife scratching lightly the back of my shoulder with the back of her fingernail and sort of giggling, very out of character for her must have been a FA

+ summary: black girl, 3 men in neighborhood (titan-like?)
I'm outdoors (climbing over roofs), thinking about girls with afros, wonder what it would be like to be with one. I see 3 fairly tall scary looking guys approaching, they're walking in a straight line, they have tall hairdos, (one?) is faintly smiling, I sense they are menacing, they're walking through people's gardens, this is in my childhood neighborhood. I think about following them, but I don't want to be seen, one of them does see me.

+ summary: airport, bag, pilots work 30 hours in a row, bathroom with drinks in cooler (search for and find root-beer, see a more classic can but it's red cream soda and I want root beer)
I'm in an airport on a trip, I'm thinking about how the pilots who fly the 15-hour flight have to turn around and fly right back, that means they must work 30 hours in a row, but they probably get to use the auto-pilot and catch a nap. I have my bag, then there's an airport employee walking around returning people's bags to them, but my bag is there, and I realize I must have left it somewhere, I go into the (bathroom?) looking for it.
In the bathroom there is a large cooler full of cans of sodas. I'm digging through this and find some A&W root beer, I take the can out and intend to take it with me. I keep looking then I see a really large can with of some high-end, natural soda and think it's a better root beer, but I look at the can more and see that it's a red cream soda, and I put it back since I want root beer. I open the root beer and drink it while walking around.

+ reunion with high school friends: (DD?), N., CB, BD, CB's brother AB, shake everyone's hand, really glad to see BD since I haven't seen him since the end of high school, realize that this is true of N. as well but I didn't tell him this maybe he feels bad about that. This takes place in a restaurant (or a wine bar? DD has a glass of wine?)

+ Playing checkersy-chess with MR. The pieces look like checkers but I think they're pawns. The colors are red and black. I'm looking at the several pawn captures that are available and evaluating which ones will lead to a better position for me. I make one and MR responds by making this move by flicking a large checker (red?) with the number "30" written in the middle down to one of my pieces. I say "Hey, don't move like that I can't see what the pieces were before and after". Nearby on a trail, the (orange?) (animal? deer?) on the path reaches the end, you can touch it to cause things (the dream?) to end

+(f) outdoors with cousins: GL is a photographer, taking slide shots of athletes, I wonder about color correction and she says that it's all done in photoshop anyway

+ vacuum: outside the (concert?) hall, white stone sculpted benches, powerful vertical vacuum with multiple hose ports on the side, I detach the main body from the base and takes several tries to reattach it, go to next room and work on cleaning assigned area, the attachment is not right for the floor (it's a couch attachment), it's too small, lots of cards and flyers get sucked into vacuum and I try to pick them out, I work on a spot on the carpet for a few seconds.

+ cousins: I say my son S1 is studying the same profession as PR, PR is there and I think about asking how is his job at S? I walk towards the entrance to the room and I suddenly see KD appear in in slinky black leather outfit, she's wearing a lot of make-up, she looks really hot, I'm a bit shocked when I see her suddenly. I turn back into the room and say I'm looking for some pie to give to KD, but I don't think there's any pie left, and I make a joke saying "I think there's only one type of pie in this room!" (referring to female *ahem*), and only KD gets the joke and chuckles. I find a plate of cheesecake with a few slices left on it, it's white with some cherry-red topping, and I give it to KD along with some small plates of (blueberries?). I notice that KD has changed her outfit to a normal one and removed her makeup all in a matter of seconds while I was getting the pie. KD's daughter comes to her sleepy from bed, I think I should go so they can interact, KD tells her daughter not to eat all her food.

+ with a group of people (on street outside childhood home?) I'm lying down across the front seat(s) of a car, head on the driver's side. An (Asian) indian woman comes in and climbs on top of me to lie down, my waist bag is in the way, and I reach up with my left hand and pull it to the side, then she fits perfectly lying right on top of me with her head on my chest. She starts purring, her whole body is warm and vibrating, it's quite cozy, I put my arms around her in a friendly way. Her man comes up and says "Heeeeyyy! What's going on!?" I lift up my arms into the air [DANGIT! Saw my hands! I've been trying to make that a PM trigger] to show I'm not groping her -- it's a comforting scenario, not an erotic one. But the man hangs around to watch and make sure. I don't want her to get off because the purring thing feel really amazing.

late morning drifting BTS:

+ guests coming for dinner, the table is prepared, sliced grapefruit, they arrive, can only stay a minute, I go to the door and say come and eat, the guests can't stay long they say "5 minutes max", I hear in the dining room that a guest sees a picture of a famous person and talks about how he's his favorite, back in the dining room is my language class, we're preparing a special ethnic birthday party for IM, IM comes in and we quickly close the box of special chocolates so that it won't spoil the surprise.

+ climbing up a hill made of blankets and sheets, I seek foot holds, a girl is with me, I tell her to be careful, there are slippery parts, we're on the very right edge of the hill. Another family (man an woman) is to our left climbing up a more difficult part, we reach the top and look down to the floor below, about 10-12 feet below us, I say "this is the area with a (gravity anomaly?) that we don't understand," I know this is an area of power, my wife is in the next room waiting to consult the couple on some mystical matter, they ask my wife to divine the problem with the man's tooth and I think that's a bad idea because my wife knows nothing about dentistry, [waking world noise wakes me]

2015-05-02
00:30 (about) bedtime

mental journaling only during night
1 Opti-Men multi-vitamin at bedtime
remee on (didn't notice anything even during wakings)

+ a guy is pouring bourbon/scotch, I see the amber liquid filling several tumbler glasses. he's saying this is the good old stuff, from the early 1900's, before they started using machines to make the alcohol. The scoutmaster DG is there, I think about his kids: GG and JG, I think about saying how I remember that GG was a prof at XXXX university but that was the last I knew of him. I think how I remember JG was a young kid but he's only a few years younger than me, so he's now in his late 40's. On the ground in this house are some highly decorated water ramps between levels, water can flow from one level to another this way.

+ house: inaccessible higher level standing on a stairway the upper levels are disconnected the stairs to not go all the way there. Go to a room, there's a young girl with a record player that is playing really loudly, her mother comes by. There are a bunch of kids and they're all involved in playing out some story

+ football: incomplete pass: the receiving jumps way up, reaches for the ball over his head, he catches it at first and the momentum of the pass bend his arms behind his head with the ball, but he drops it. The next play, this is our last chance, I tell the other players, "no matter what, don't stop for anything! Don't stop for anything", we start the play and I run and jump over a low chain-link fence, into a house, my teammate is there with the ball, we've scored a touchdown! I ask him, what happens if they built a house in the end zone, if you run in to that house and into the laundry room, does it count as a touch down? He says yes it counts.

+ Sitting on a public table outdoors in an area a little bit below the level of the sidewalks which go by on each side. The table is covered with papers and books like dictionaries. I'm working my finances? One paper has large numerals written on it (1900?) that represents my salary. Dad's cousin GL walks by on the left sidewalk, sees me, says hi, her older relative is astonished at my salary, GL tells her "they make more money now than they did in the olden days." GL's daughter, my cousin KR walks by on the right, sees me, and gives me an approving look.

+ I'm rifling through the (white pages) of a huge thick old-style phone book. I think I come across a list of the parks in SF. I say "You know why I like SF? Because it has so many parks." I think about my favorite park [false memory], I say "The 'Heights' park is my favorite in SF", and a girl there says "Yeah it's my favorite, too!" I imagine that park, with wide open play areas.

+ I'm in a house, there's a hot rod outside on the street whose entire top part bounces up and separates from the bottom chassis. Inside, the clothes washer keeps breaking down from one component that continually needs to be taken out and reset (woman tenant does this), I think I should buy a new one, I should get Maytag since they work well and don't have such problems, then I look at the washer and notice that it is a Maytag. The man tenant offers to pay part of the cost but I think he shouldn't, I'll take care of it.

+(f) very strong (illegal) alcohol, gets stronger every year

+(f) workaholic guy goes to work, should stay home & be with family, NSFW top view of him going to town orally on his wife (displayed live on a big billboard)

+ we're doing something illegal, I'm not part of the gang, I'm just there, should I put away my instrument or use it as a distraction if the authorities arrive? A creepy weird old guy wearing many layers of coats emerges from a closet, I think I've seen this guy before (from a previous dream?) "whom I remember from before" [false memory] came out of a closet, a "drugged" guy is lying on the ground his face is colored like "two-face" split down the middle, white on the left, red on the right. I'm watching his face and trying to figure out what's going on with him.

+ … I'm walking through wide open fields on a very dark night. I'm concerned about pursuit, I can barely see anything in any direction. Take out a small, stubby but powerful flashlight (LED), click one control which doesn't do anything, turn it over in my hand and click another control and the powerful beam turns on. However, it's next to useless since the beam is so tight (it only spreads to a foot wide even at a distance of 100 yards). I shine the light and I see in the far distance scouts sleeping in campsites. I turn around and shine the light back and forth trying to detect pursuit but just can't see anything, the beam is too narrow. Walking forwards with the flashlight still the beam falls on a scout sleeping in a dry creek/ditch, then see more scouts.

I'm at a (cooking fire?) with a scout, he's cooking for me a nasty looking ragged dumpling (like a pot sticker), the dog licked it? We'd better boil it...

+ waterpark slides with team of rebels: going down steep slides several times and meeting up with comrades.

+ I'm standing in the metal-walled back of a (garbage?) truck which is near a tall wall. Some one calls out "come see the wild jellyfish migration!", and I peek my head around the back of the truck looking forwards and see a (narrow) ocean-scene with waves breaking in my direction. The sunlight is very bright and everything is quite beautiful. I see large spotted seals flopping and jumping through the waves towards the ocean. They lift up their "arms" and I see they have webbed wings like flying squirrels. I say "those seals are like flying squirrels!" A huge bear enters the ocean from stage left and crams its mouth down onto a seal, almost entirely swallowing it, just a foot of the seal's butt is hanging out of the bear's mouth. "Awwwww, poor seal!" I say. I'm concerned about the bear climbing in to the back of the truck where we are. The truck backs up against the wall so that the bear shouldn't have any way to get in.

The vehicle is now a large (ferry) boat, and the back is up against a very old dock made up of very orange, rusty metal. The boat starts moving. JaEi (company R) is at the helm. There is a

and also a large model of the ship. The model is manipulated via two hands, one forwards and one aft, the one aft controls the real ships rudder and is used for turning. I watch for a while and watch how JE moves the model ship and how the real ship performs the same motion. I ask "does the rear control move the ship's rudder?" JE says "yes." I see (out the window) that our real ship is moving and turning.

Super-hero vs. super-villain battle. There is one super-villain up high in a room in an industrial-multi-level area, a hero says "he likes buttons [push button controls] too much." There is a brief view of the lead villain inside, then he steps outside and has a big fancy ray-gun device.

A villain is trying to dodge the attacks of the heroes in a large room. He's jumping all around the walls and hiding behind the many objects in the room. The heroes start clearing all the objects out so that only the bare walls remain and the villain has no place left to hide. I'm remote-controlling the villain via computer keyboard, frantically trying to maneuver him out the door to escape but the heroes block the door, pile on top of the villain and presumably destroy him.

The heroes are hanging around afterwards discussing their powers. One of them says s.l. "I can control the A/C throughout an entire city" and one of them responds "well I wish I'd known that earlier!"

Yesterday:

[DS] = dream sign
[FM] = false memory
+ begin (new) dream content
- begin notes content

+ playing the space war game "empire": furiously typing the commands at the keyboard in dogfights, winning battles as a Kaz, I get about 10 kills accumulated, I'm thinking about changing course, firing phasers, and gorps. Eventually I get killed, come back in as an Orion for some reason

+ epic: I'm lying on the ground [DS] in the middle of a parking lot in daylight (though under the shade of trees?) with some friend. I adjust the comforter underneath me. I'm wondering about how safe it is to be on the ground in the middle of a parking lot where cars drive, a car comes by and we stand up?

In a (work?) parking area high in the South Bay hills, dry golden/brown grasses, there are several colorful cars here, I can't find my car (it's stolen?) and the remaining cars all have very large dents in them: I think the bad guys have stolen (my? a?) car and used it to crash into each of the other cars in the parking lot leaving big damage on each one (like a huge indentation). I'm looking for my car, I think it's a colorful weird-ish station wagon, more curvy than rectangular. This parking lot with dented cars scene happens a few times.

The gang of bad guys is "skiing" up the path to the parking lot. I look out over the view of the huge valley below and think of flying away [DS], but think "too bad that I'm not dreaming and so can't fly" [DS].

I'm walking through a house: a friend (young man) and his mother have just moved here. The house is packed full of potted plants with bright red flowers, they're all along the floor/walls. (Some brief conversation?)

I'm in a room in the parking lot area, the bad guys (leader and thugs) are there with guns. I think I need to dodge them. I'm jumping around in this small room trying to subtly open my waist bag to get out my pepper spray so they won't see what I'm doing. I get out the spray and point it at their faces and it doesn't spray very well. I continue to dodge in closer quarters and I feel that one of the bullet grazes my shoulder. I get my pepper spray to give a good stream and hit the faces of the leader and thug, and make my escape.

As I'm moving away I think I do not want to call the police.

I'm in my childhood home, talking with (family?) I live there with my current family. Suddenly something shocking grabs my attention, (I see a curtain in another room that wasn't there before), I think the bad guys maybe have made this change? I run upstairs to get my pistol from my sister's closet [FM], I think no, I'd rather get my shotgun from my room's closet [FM]. I reach inside the door jam and pick up the shotgun. I cock it open and see the dual barrels are already loaded each with a shell. I snap the gun closed again and see two shells attached to the top of the barrel, I pull them off and put them into my right rear jeans pocket. I think my son S2 must have been using the gun and he usually leaves things a mess. I shake out some (batteries?) from the barrel. I think that I do not want to "try" shooting it of course so I should be careful with the trigger.

I go to the top of the stairs and lie down on the ground adopting a "sniper" position covering the front door, and I see my colleagues come in, they're carrying a bunch of moving boxes of my stuff, and they pile them in the front hallway besides the stairs.

-Today:

- lots of dreams, no night-time recording so lost most of them

+(f) bed, jumping on bed, old adult home (was long)

+ bedroom outside, there's a wall to prevent people walking on the path from looking directly at you, guy working there, the cook rings for the meal, I gather my Sierra cup, fork, knife and spoon after a short search

+ group gathering for event, wife annoying me, old college colleagues are older but still in the department, I'm shirtless will JoIr recognize me?; DO closeup of my shoulder/arm muscles flexing while I swim ("I'm buff!"), what if tons of tiny sharks come and bite me to death?

+(f) packing (another?) sandwich into MR's lunch

I have to put a sandwich into my friend MR's lunch box. There's already another sandwich there, I lift up the top and see it's half white/half brown, like half tunafish and half peanut butter. I put the other sandwich on top of the first one. Then I think that I should have put it in a bag so that the two stay separate.

+(f) (at the gym?)

+ hanging out with the pot grower / Christmas tree seller

I'm lying on the ground [dreamsign] in a small store/room talking to a pot grower. He's discussing the different varieties he has/grows. He takes a bundle of cellophane-wrapped pot "starter plants" (each a slender stalk about 1 meter tall) out of a closet. I want to ask him how much money he makes or what is the most profitable but I don't want to look like I'm interested in joining the business.

The stores has changed to be a Christmas tree store. I'm with my wife. We're trying to choose a tree. I start in the same corner of the room I was lying in with the pot grower, and I'm looking around at the trees. They're all potted, and all short. They have acacia Christmas trees but I think they won't do at all, need a pine tree. I see a well-shaped (but short) pine tree but it is entirely black below the top few rows of branches. I think there is no way to "copy" the ornaments automatically from one tree to another tree.

At the other side of the store, I decide not to get anything at all because I've not seen anything I like. My attention is drawn to two ornamental pots with small sculptures in them. Both of them contain clay owls exactly like my mother used to make. My wife comments that they look like her owls. I get choked up and start sobbing/crying and turn away, asking my wife to buy one because they remind me of my mother/home. My voice sounds very high-pitched like a tiny kid and I think I sound very un-manly.

+ Brutal race/fight where the loser suffers painful humiliating punishment

Two guys glad in black leather fighting suits are preparing for a fight. I notice when one guy takes off his cloak that he has a lot of weapons attached to his belt, like small axes, etc. One guy is putting the "punishment" device on to a central table, it's a long, petrified male organ with a chain at the end (sort of like a large "rabbit's foot"). The loser of the fight must endure having the winner jam this thing into the loser's butt.

The scene switches to a large race track, and the competition is now a (foot) race rather than a fight. As the race commences I'm on the sidelines, and take up a banner of some sort that others are holding, it's some sign that show's the status of the race or the direction of the track or something like that, and hold it up over the track with the others so that the (cameras?) can see it.

The race contestants are a good guy and a bad guy. The good guy loses. I think (see?) the girlfriend/wife of the good guy run to their vehicle, maybe he'll make a break for it to avoid the punishment. I go over to the main building and there is a huge, loud crowd there, they're not going to let the loser get away.

A bunch of people are in a hallway, I see the loser clad in black and he's screaming "IT HURTS!" I don't see the actual application of the punishment (which is now a long baton in the butt) but imagine it sticking out of his backend.

Someone complains about this brutal punishment being applied to "a loving person." There's some sort of short swarthy sneaky looking event official there walking along with people saying s.l. "don't interfere with the proceedings."

In the garage beyond the race track I'm there and a car of some guys drives up, they make a sharp right turn and the left front wheel of the car flies right off of its axel and flops to the ground a short distance away. The car/wheels are very pimp-looking: furry and bright pink. I expect that the car will collapse on the axel and it does soon, starting to slide towards me, I hope out of the way. Walking beyond the car I see a ping pong table against the wall of the garage.

Dream shifts to a documentary-memorial: at various spots around the (world?) there are plaques on the ground: the view shifts to a top-down view looking at them and each time the plaque fades away and we see the face / short video of the person who died. Most of them are white young men. Some of them died from dehydration during the race.

+ guy was hiding his skill at a video game: he has an unstoppable super attack based on anger and running momentum

+ shower house: showers everywhere, channels of water running along the floor

+(f) bro-in-law takes me aside, asks me something: family members there

(more here, forgot, clobbered by epic below)

+ epic: my lightsaber: visualize blade, change its color, wave it around, walk to the park, drone ride, demonstrate lightsaber at party
This is a non-lucid despite some control (color change)

I'm standing outside childhood home on HC street facing S st. I bring out my lightsaber and ignite it. Again not much visuals so I focus on visuals, and a short (2-feet) green blade appears, sort of sparkly, with a flat white area towards the handle. I want it to change color, I will it to turn blue. I look at it and concentrate on it. Slowly some blue appears and then suddenly it's all blue. I walk towards the end of HC at F. Bl. and I swing the blade into the ground a bit. At F I turn to the left down the hill and walk on the right side of the street, as I pass by the R's house I see two metallic swimming pool staircase handles, and I swing the blade through these handles. Nothing happens, it's not a real lightsaber.

I look at the lightsaber in my left hand: the handle is short and small, like a small metallic flashlight, about half the diameter of a typical old-time flashlight. My hand barely fits on the handle, and my fingers are almost dangerously close to the energy blade.

It's darker now and I continue on F. past Av. and towards the park. There are some people playing with toy lightsabers in the middle of the street but mine is much better. I head down the stairs to the top level of the park. A mother is at the bottom of the stairs throwing some toy thing up the stairs to her child. I think that the toy isn't the point: the point is the parent and child enjoying time together, the toy is just a means.

On the middle level of the park approaching the old clubhouse, there is a tall chain-link fence there. I see on the lower level that my best friend MR is playing with someone, with a kite/drone. I quickly run up the fence and jump off the top of it, gaining some altitude, and grab on to a toy quad copter drone, there's a string handing down and a small bulb (like a turkey baster) that I grab on to with my right hand. The drone flies towards the lower level, maintaining it's altitude, so I'm now quite high up over the ground (25 feet at least, feels really high). My right hand starts to feel sweaty and tired, I'm hoping this thing will start losing altitude soon because I'll get seriously hurt if I fall. It flies to the far tall chainlink fence turns left and flies around the perimiter, slowly losing altitude.

I'm on the ground and say to MR good thing I landed because I was losing my grip. He says s.l. he never loses his grip.

In the corner of the lower level near (bottom of main path) I'm sitting there talking about my lightsaber construction with one or two guys. I've unscrewed the top, and am trying to screw the nut back on but it has gotten really dirty I'm pulling out very dirty greasy nasty stuff (like the stuff you pull out of the shower drain, it's gross).

The guy asks me what chip is in there. I can't remember. I know it's not an Intel chip. All I can think of is "P....P....P... PDP-10? No, it's not a PDP". The guy is holding the chip (it's huge, a square, 2-inches on a side) and is reattaching it to the socket. For some reason it's not sitting flat in the socket (something got warped?). I take it and carefully align the pins on the bottom of the chip with the holes in the socket and I get it to get back in.

I head up back to the middle level of the playground. Other people have toy lightsabers but mine is clearly the best. Then I'm inside a house, it's a party, all young guys there, I'm showing off my lightsaber. I'm waving it around, the beam looks a lot now like a green laser. I'm standing in a kitchen near a counter with cabinets above but an open area in between them where you can see through. I say "the only thing it needs to be a real lightsaber is a blade that cuts. I could install a stronger laser." I'm trying to listen to the sound, but there is none. I turn it off, then turn it on again and the sound works, I demonstrate the sound of waving it around and it is very pleasingly realistic. I hand it over to some guys to try and I think they'll be really impressed with it. I notice they turn it off and hear the realistic "swish" turning off sound.


+ collection of late morning dozing dreams (fragments mostly) after BTS: girls pressing into me at the counter (want to order pizza), touch some; enthusiastic party emcee, see Ni.Hau (L) eating rice with onions, I'll order lasagna at the counter; parking garage with guys, don't want to move the massive power cable on the ground leading to the house; took pictures of girl (on screen, try to hide/delete), she sits down and lays her bare legs across mine, I push my face in them; he guy through window, it (?) works, see he's watching a game on TV (severe angle!); basketball: the player one-hands the shot from mid-court facing the wrong way: nails it (net barely moves);

+ objects I need are strewn over a hill, I try to gather them, indigenous people put up barriers; dirt; there may be some sexy pictures involved on some device, I want to gather these.

+ I'm watching 2 guys and 1 girl playing a sexy card game. The older guy is one my side and we're facing the younger guy and a girl younger than him sitting behind him. The younger guy has just drawn a losing card and looks disappointed.

Spoiler for sexually explicit:

The older guy (winner) has a big long erect penis and it slowly moving it in the direction of the mouth of the younger guy, who's going to have to suck it. The younger guy apparently doesn't want to but he will. Another scene: a naked girl in the distance?

+ In our group of adult superheroes, only the developmentally disabled child (girl) got all the information. (The girl is TZ). I go to lie down on a couch for a nap, PZ (mother of TZ) says something like "there goes <my name>", she's critical of me taking a nap. I say jokingly "I'm just gathering my thoughts". I've brought a cup of some drink with me and put it on the coffee table to my right as I lie down on my back on the couch.

+ I'm in an office in the morning. I hear people talking "offstage" and imagine they're in a morning meeting. I'm in the break room and look at leftover food on the counter. Puffy white doughy rolls, somewhat pointed at each end. They look somewhat like pork buns. One of them is dark (blue/purple?) I break it in half there is some inky black stuff on the insides, I take a bite thinking it might be a pork bun? As I continue moving through the room I notice on the right side of the shelf a platter with what looks like a long piece of a pasty that is covered in an orange-ish jam.

I'm in a meeting with some people looking at and discussing a very successful product, nobody seem to know how it works or why people like it.

+(f) in the music camp cafeteria, half-lit, not much is left along the tables to eat, I see small shaped pancakes in little individual cups, I pick these up and stuff the in my mouth, I spit them out, very low quality batter and syrup, I wonder if there will be anything for me to eat here.

+ running through the airport trying to find the gate for the plane to Belarus. I'm on an upper level and realize I know there's a hotline phone just down some stairs and around a corner. There's not much time left to get on the flight. I go down and around the corner and there's a short line of people in front of me, I'm frustrated by this. I get to the phone and there's a 4-digit calling code, I'm a bit concerned I won't enter it correctly but a black man standing behind me says (some) of the numbers over my shoulder. The call connects and I hear a (female?) voice that says "You can probably still make it if…" and I immediately hang up once I hear I may still make it so I can race to the gate.

I have some luggage with me and I'm running up a short stairway that takes a 90-degree right turn, there's a slow woman there, I can't get by her at first but then I push past her, apologizing. I"m on an upper level and go to a woman at a podium and ask where is the plane to Belorus. She says on the lower level. I run to go down and I'm on top of some ceiling of a structure and I look down and see a sign for a (woman's bathroom?), I get down and ask where is the plane to Belorus, and I'm directed somewhere and I run there. I arrive at a historical re-enactment sort of museum of old time Belorus with a young lady in traditional costume, realize the mistake, and get frustrated "doesn't anybody know the way to the plane?" She sympathizes with me but I get even more upset and yell something about the "f%^&ing morons!" in the airport.

I'm running up some sort of incline and realize my luggage is on the plane including my personal backpack with my tablet in it, this is why you *never* should give your backpack to the plane before you get on it yourself!

I imagine the plane is taxiing on the runway, and "see" the people seated on the plane, if I ran out there would they lower the stairway? Probably not.

I'm climbing through cages/poles on an incline, I'm in the plane, my mother is with me, she's saying (because she doesn't have a suitcase) "I'm going to have to buy underwear there."

Going through border control, I see (me?) a guy walks by one guard lifting his carry-on up to cover his face, the guard doesn't care. The guy goes by another guard who's busy trying to operate some (vending machine?) and the guy pats the vending machine a few times, gives the guard a thumbs up (he fixed it?) and walks on.

Short but very vivid / interesting moments:

early:

+ I'm having sex with (the same, a new one?) beautiful girl. She's lying on her stomach, I reach across her body to her armpit and pull her, rolling her over on to her back. Her armpit is really warm/hot and quite wet, which I think makes sense since we were just "exerting" ourselves . She's lying on her back, then I'm on top of her, my face is right in front of hers, she has a really stunningly beautiful face, she says "Oh, from the front now?!" I say yes. Start going at it, but she's not into it. She says "15% of the time before my period <I don't want to.>" and we stop.

+ a religious ceremony in the distance

+ we're following a girl to her home, we want to see how well off she is. We're approaching a well-to-do, large apartment building. As we emerge around the corner to see the building fully, I look up and see the middle floors of the building, and think she may have an entire floor to herself, which would be a very sumptuous apartment. We do not go in the main entrance, we walk around the side, and instead of entering a doorway, she starts climbing up ladders. "Really!?" I say in disbelief. One, two, three times she climbs up ladders to the next level, and enters the home from the outside (via a window?). There is a protective thing on the windowsill that protects the (squirrel feeder?) from being broken, but I'm sure my son will still step on it and break it since he breaks things alot. I'm sure my son will not like all these ladders.

I go down the hill meet the guy who's coming to meet the girl (I'm matchmaking), it's my friend RW. He's walking up the hill holding and eating a chicken wing. I tell him he shouldn't probably be eating that right before going to meet the girl. Then he's my son and we're meeting another guy at a <foreign> club, we go by the guy and don't talk to him. I think that in the rules of courtship, if any one of the females rejects the male, all of the women will reject him, so it's best to plan well so that you don't get rejected.

broken WBTB, failed WILD, insomnia

nap after breakfast, also very short dreams but quite vivid moments, looking closely at little objects

+ I'm thinking about sex with a girl, I think that it's best if my friend starts it because he's a "playa" and then I will step in once he gets going and take over. Brief visuals of one position. I'm then lying in bed (FA?) confused, the girl's mother is standing over me and one of her friends, they're both looking daggers at me. I'm trying to figure out the time, they're early I'm sure, I keep looking at my digital watch and I can't read the time (or it keeps changing). The mother says "just wait till I tell her father." It turns out the girl was underage and my life is ruined because everyone found out. I'm then in a crowd of the same people and they're mostly on my side.

+(f) in car pulling up to curb by suburban house

+ watching bizarre animated puppet displays at park, highly intricate made from hundreds of moving parts, levers (and puppets?), a thug takes my friend's place at our table. I want to tell the thugs "that place's taken" but I don't. My friend returns and says "that place's taken."

+ I'm up above on a ledge looking down into the area below where an orchestra is set up and playing/rehearshing. I see the <my instrument> section right there. The guy there says I should have brought my instrument. He then offers me one of his spare instruments to play, I see him setting up a duplicate, he hands me his, which is made of black plastic. He hands me a mouthpiece and I look at it closely: it's weird, it has wires on it in strange places, I look closely and it looks like the mouthpiece has a little beard made of two balls of the wire attached to the bottom of the piece. I blow into the mouthpiece a few times and it seems to make the proper sort of sound that it should make, but big clouds of dust fly up into the air. I try playing the instrument, but it's become like an inflatable toy version of the instrument, and after I blow in it it loses the inflating air and starts to deflate/collapse in my hands.

Someone says we're wasting time with this meaningless instrument/music stuff, we're missing the (diplomatic?) presentation, the group leaves. We're outside trying to find where the group went, I see one person entering a building ahead. We see another building/room made of glass walls (DS) and we see inside it's a sort of arranged dance party. Inside, seated with her back against a wall, a buxom black woman showing massive cleavage wearing an "inflatable mattress" bra that increases her cleavage, she says that her "boobs are on the internet" (also related to the bra?). I'm severely embarrassed when by wife sidles up to the woman and starts making dance moments with her arm and upper body.

I'm trying to parallel park a small car and having trouble. I can't get the angle of entry right. I see that there are two people (in a car?) outside my car where I'm trying to park, one guy with his hand outstretched to ward off my car. I think that's ridiculous, he can't push my car with his bare hands. After trying to park a few times, I decide to give up, the guy says I should go to the next area and put my car by his sports cars so that nobody tries to park near them. I go through an archway and see cars parked there , but his cars are child-sized push-cars, bright red and sporty looking. I move my car which is now also child-push-car sized to take the free spot by them.

I see on the sidewalk my very large set of nice binoculars. They have been there a long time [false memory], and I'm astonished that nobody stole them in this time. I see that someone has balanced a very small glass dish (like a miniature ashtray) on top of the right eyepiece. I pick up the little dish and look at it closely for a moment. Then I pick up the binoculars and look through them for a moment while waking away back through the arch.

Indoors, I'm placing fresh hot-out-of-the oven large/strangely-shaped cookies onto a plate on a counter. I then put store-bought but heated huge muffins dripping some kind of syrup on the plate as well. Somebody says "I'm not eating that."

2015-03-11

01:00 bedtime: again super late

06:00 (a bit earlier)

+ touring a 23-hour gas station, in cafeteria line for food, go back for pot stickers

I'm with a friend (who wants to/will start work here) at a big, 23-hour gas station. 23 hours because they close for one hour a day for maintenance. I'm explaining that there are three shifts of work here, and that that's good because it lets them put the employees where the demand is highest. Pass a tall counter (circular?) of cash registers, we get into a food cafeteria line. Friend in front of me is pulling along my tray, I see that I've passed a container of pot stickers, so I go back and scoop a bunch out on to my plate, they're covered with a fine green herb like dried dill.

+ swim competition huge pool (lower level of park?), holding on net & false starts, backstroke, flip turns, running up and down steps, (get poop on hands?), lap counting is wrong, I'm doing well in race

In a large pool (the lower level of the park? Wide open area) at the beginning of a swimming race. The swimmers hold on to a net with one hand and stretch out as far as they can into the pool waiting for the starting signal. There are several false starts with swimmers jumping the gun, but not me, I'm waiting for the proper signal. Some official says not to stretch the net so far. Race begins and I'm doing backstroke, I started well, I'm ahead of everyone, but I see they're doing front freestyle so I switch to freestyle. I'm approaching the wall at the far end and other swimmers are bunching up there in my way, I'm preparing to do an awesome flip turn.

I'm running up and down stairs outside, but I'm "still swimming" (?), counting laps, someone points out or I think that I'm counting improperly, I somehow get a small piece of poop on my hands?

+ travelling, missing ladder, rain/storm, meet ~Dreamer~ + her friend in town to lead to house, do "joke" RCs (indicates dream! dangit!), sivason's at house, house crowded with groups, weather change, woman complains that a bee got into her stuff

I'm traveling somewhere, I think my vehicle's gas gauge is a bit low bit I should still make it, I'm in some indoor large utility cabinet and I need to get to the higher level to exit and continue my journey, but how will I get to the higher level? I'm looking for a ladder that must be there but I don't see it. I'm concerned about traveling because the weather is really dark, rainy, and stormy.

I'm going to the big giant meeting house, and I'm meeting ~Dreamer~ there! I go to town first because I know she doesn't know the way so I'll have to lead her. I go up to a couple I know to be Dreamer and her male friend, I know it's them because they're asking directions to the house (and they look/sound Austrailian?). I smile as I approach them and put my hands out in front of me "to do a RC" (my hands are slightly deformed but I ignore it!) to introduce myself as a lucid dreaming friend. I also do a nose pinch (and I can breathe!) but I keep re-pinching my nose and readjusting my hand because since I can breathe I must have done it improperly and not closed it completely. I continue to be able to breath but I finally explain "Oh, that's so unreliable anyway." I shake hands with her male friend and see either his or my hand: the hand is a large deformed gnarled lumpy thing with small stumpy fingers jutting out. I ignore this too.

I'm leading them to my house, Dreamer is blonde and in a red top, I'm happy we've met, I think she's pretty

I tell them "sivason's already at the house," I think about him: I think he's a thin man with a grizzled/unshaved look with white hair.

We arrive at the house and I want to get Dreamer and friend put in their rooms right away because there are so many people here. Many different groups are seated/milling around inside. I hope there are still rooms available. One woman in a long line of people is complaining that someone went through her stuff, she says "I think it was a bee!" I see a cabinet with her things pulled out from the wall.

+ team laser tag at park, Christmas day, my wife&kids stay with me, I need to go to hardware store to get table, just need circular saws, awesome unfolding dining table

I'm at the middle level of the park, night-time, hiding in a concrete pipe tunnel piece (from the top level), I see a group from the other team walking out in the open, I fire at them with my laser waving it back and forth across them. My son S2 and his girlfriend are there. I need to go get a table from the hardware store, it's Christmas day, I'm there with my wife and sons. I will get tools (cylindrical saws that rotate on their axis and have a full-circle cutting surface) to make just what I want. Some people are unfolding an awesome expandable rectangular dining table that just keeps getting bigger and bigger with every unfold movement, they say "you need a table like this."

WBTB, later:

07:30-08:00 BTS

11:30

+ at restaurant with friends we left w/out paying, my coat is still there, how to get it?

There was some commotion or delay or we were unhappy with the meal so we just left. Later I realized we'd left without paying. I left my coat there, will I be able to go back for it?

+(f) something about groups of kids

fair amount of early recall, didn't record, most lost except:

+(f) riding with IrMa, she's driving, I put my hand on her leg, she wants to take the route on the coast that will rejoin the main highway farther to the south; (she enters my house and we kiss?)

(semi-lucid) epic: reveal my ability to fly to colleague MWP, he's critical ("that's illegal!"), I fly away, he follows flying, land at bottom of hill among HUGE university buildings, fight against guy with bow (block with magical transparent shield), drink the girl's beer, car ride: see hot college students partying, discuss education, play a card game while driving uphill

I'm thinking about flying (am flying for a bit?). I see buildings down the hill, one tall one on my left looks a bit pixelated, and I wonder about the brain's ability to fill in large amounts of detail.

I'm conversing with my colleague MWP the subject is people who can fly. He mentions that there are only 3 or 4 people in the world who can do that. The subject drifts, but I bring it back, say "I really want to hear your experience on this subject." I decide to reveal myself, we're in my childhood home bedroom and I step backwards out of the window and hover there in the air, and make a "ta-da!" gesture with my arms. I float back inside the room. MWP is not happy about this, he starts says s.l. nobody should do that, I mention other powers and he says "That's Illegal!". I'm really starting to regret revealing my powers to him, and I swear to myself that I will never, ever reveal them to anybody else ever again. I turn to fly down the hill to the city and call over my shoulder "I need to run some errands" and proceed to glide/fly down the hill. I look over my shoulder at one point and see MWP flying there! Ah ha, so he can fly, too!

I'm approaching the University area and I see really really tall buildings there, I think about how I always lose altitude when I fly and land on the ground among big trees, there's a street ahead and I plan to make my way there.

I'm inside a building and MWP(?) and another guy is there to fight me, the guy has a bow and arrow, I at first approach and engage him hand to hand, I try to wrench the bow from his grasp but stop at some point and step back and prepare to block. I think of summoning a semi-translucent magical shield. The guy gets ready to shoot, I summon the shield as an extension of my extended right hand (my right arm is extended out in front of me to block), and the arrow goes "THUNK" harmlessly into the shield on the other side of my hand. In a blindingly fast movement I pull out the arrow, and toss it back at the shooter, and it punctures his face high on his right cheek near his right eye (I think this was an *awesome* maneuver, it may go down in the record books).

He prepares to shoot again and this time I think of getting fancy/cocky, I summon a small circular shield only about the diameter of a tea saucer, but he doesn't get the chance to shoot again, I'm engaging him at close range with some sort of precision cutting device that cuts through objects as if they were air, no resistance. I wave the thing quickly back and forth all over him and a transparent shield, cutting him to ribbons.

There's some girl (administrator?) who leaves her beer on the table, (we?) go and drink it, we're driving to that place through narrow streets with tall concrete walls on each side, the girl reappears and asks who drank her beer.

In a car I'm in the front passenger's seat, (MWP?) is driving, there's a guy my age in the back seat and another younger male. I'm looking out the window at a scene through a large window on the 2nd/3rd floor of a building across the street, it's night/dark out. Inside there are young men and women, college-aged, all the guys are buff and shirtless and the girls are hot and in bikinis. As we pass driving by I look back at the scene and see a hot girl in a yellow bikini rubbing herself all over a guy. I say "why couldn't *I* have hot girls all over me when I was in college?" I look at the guy behind me and we both answer simultaneously: "because in college I was busy getting *an education*." I then say "yeah, those guys will be pushing mops in the future." The guy behind me says "I was in engineering," I answer "so was I [and think of my specialty but don't say it", he says "I specialized in low-cost DRAM systems" (and the implication is that he's raking in the bucks now).

We're going uphill and playing a card game. The driver picks a card with vague drawings and wording on it, it's a car that let's you change the game from 2 to 4 decks of cards, the guy in the back says "oh don't play that" (he doesn't want a 4-deck game), but the driver does want it and plays it. I say to the guy in the back "you have to accept it" and then I pick up the same guard from the stock, and say "…except if you get that card again" (and can switch the game back to a 2-deck game).

long time awake:
late:

+ sexy time moments with (imaginary?) girl parts, strange simultaneous boy/girl "parts"; at the zoo/park with wife, see JHS GF KS (she's not looking good), walk on path, see animals to right, think about how to survive a godzilla-like attack

I'm lying on my back in a bed in my sister's room in my childhood home.

Spoiler for explicit:

There's a naked girl torso [don't see the head/face, out of view] right in my face, lovely small breasts with dark medium-sized areao/nipples, I play with them with my hands and suck them a bit

, I realize this is all imaginary [but it feels completely realistic], and I wonder if my son walked in on me right now, what would he see? Would he see me moving my hands in the air with nothing actually there?

Spoiler for exclicit, weird:

I'm now up on my knees and there is a girl's back and butt on the bed, also on her knees, head [not visible] facing me. I reach down her back through her butt cheeks and feel for her v-jay opening, find it and extend a finger inside deeply. Then I'm lying on my back on the bed and my (ahem) has transformed into a weird combination of male and female parts: it's an erect cylinder of flesh like a male, but it is a hollow tube like a female, and I'm continuing to press my finger in and out. My wife enters the room to do some exercises, I pull the covers up over me.

My wife says s.l. "my husband is a real man!"

I'm standing with a bunch of people outside a zoo/park. I see my JHS-GF, KS, there: she doesn't look good. Her chin is weak, she has a lot of acne. Her lips are quite red, and her hair is as I remembered it, very blonde. My son S2 is standing in a group there. I walk forwards, I know my wife is with me and I hope she doesn't want to stop for a brick of candy popcorn.

We're walking down a path in the zoo, I look to the left and see a bunch of small animals in a display there: chickens, monkeys. I think "the animals are particularly calm today." At the end of the path there is a very tall hill leading up, sort of a steep sharp-cornered ravine with lots of wet black earth/mud. I think if a giant trex/godzilla thing (hundreds of feet high with huge feet that can crush a person) were to come where would be a good place to avoid it. Standing at the foot of this hill may be good because the monster would think the footing to be unstable and so wouldn't step there.

I climb up some steps and think "should you run? They say that they sense motion so you shouldn't," but I imagine if standing still they move lower their head and see you with their eyes. Climbing the hill someone has put a giant rusty dumpster in the way blocking the stairs.

+ the young men/women in white lab coats get in my way to apply the tool to the object, one girl pushes up against me and brief <sexy contact> ensues; with S1 and S2 in hallway, discussing the artifact in the room, where's the key? get the key, enter basement, find the "lost" set of keys

There's some object attached to something that needs to be removed with a tool like a large socket wrench. I know how to do it easily and try to step forwards to do it but young people in white lab coats keep getting in my way. There's a young man to the right, and a young woman who gets in front of me and is really working hard and applying a lot of force, I think that's too much work you need to just use the leverage. Another girl gets in front of me and is also using a tremendous amount of effort to the tool, I think I should grab her shoulders and help but I don't. She then sort of moves backwards pushing her body up against me and my back is to the wall.

Spoiler for explicit:

I reach around with both hands and cup her breasts (outside the clothing). She has small but nice breasts. I can feel in each hand's fingers that her nipples are large and erect.

I'm standing in a hallway with S1 and S2. There's a room to the right with some artifact(s) there that I want. S1 and S2 are discussing where the key is. I ask they to get the key repeatedly. S1 says that the woman removed the thing already. I get the key and enter the room.

Then I'm walking down the steps to the basement of my childhood home, my wife is in the large room to the right at the bottom of the stairs. I reach for the keys in my left pocket of the gray soft windbreaker I'm wearing and find another larger bunch of keys, I bring them out and look at them, I "recognize" them [false memory] as the missing set of keys to our cabin, I say so and my wife responds something about the keys.

slowly crawling back...middle recall faint, late pretty good, but missed a major WTF moment

+ driving through the city. Walking past a strip mall, I see an open pizza shop and I want to go in. I see my son S2 there but don't want him to see me [DS], he's leaving the restaurant with his college group, I'm watching them walk by through the glass walls of the strip mall stores positioned in between us, I think they'll be heading to a Range Rover or some other fancy car. I'm in a car parking or observing someone park, the spots are small and I think the best one is the one on the corner since it will be easier to get out if other cars park too closely.

+(f) kissing ex-GF on head, ask if she's still playing T

I'm lying on the ground next to my ex-GF DB, I roll over to her and kiss her on the top of her head and ask if the's still playing the T. She says only once in a while, I respond that I can't imagine not playing, I need always to play.

+(f) congress(?), theater(?), lightning(?)

+ playing then repairing /messing with a pinball game

I'm standing playing a pinball game. My attention is focused on the flippers, and the ball which is repeatedly falling to the flippers and I'm repeatedly trying to hit it forcefully back up into the game. The ball is always almost falling between the flippers, so each time I have to do the "1-2" fast sequence of hitting one flipper then the next one in rapid succession. Finally the right flipper comes entirely off of its post and so the game is broken. I'm standing there waiting for the maintenance guy to walk by so I can get his attention to fix the thing. Eventually I just take the top glass cover off and start messing with the game myself, there is a scoring basket in the right corner near my right hand, and I drop 3 small balls in there one after the other, on the 2nd ball something turns red. I then expect to be in a super-extra scoring mode but I don't see the big scoring results that I expect.

I step back a bit from the machine and look at it, it's a car-racing themed machine with a name (forgot), and I see the orange-led-light screen with writing on it.

+ giving financial advice to a girl behind on her payments to artist(s)

I'm standing in a room with a bunch of people in a room. A girl enters and I call her to me so that I can give her my professional financial advice. She goes to the couch and sits down there instead. I go to her and say "What great service, I'm coming to you", I sit next to her and she's facing away from me but turns to face me eventually. I'm telling her about her payments and how she needs to use her income to make the payments to the artist(s) or she'll get way behind on them.

+ painter guy on deck of parent's house, I have to leave, call him back, examine can of paint and paint names in detail, day becomes night because of massive black storm clouds covering sky ("Oh my God," "Oh my God!")

I'm standing in my childhood home dining room against the wall by the glass door looking out through the curtains on to the deck, there is a worker there dressed in an orange hoodie, I don't want him to see me [DS]. He leaves and I go out and call him back. He says he is here to paint "100 acres" of space on the side of our house. I'm holding a small can of paint that is in the model of our house, with the names of the paint colors painted in representative locations: the eaves under the roof, the upper section, the lower section, I'm reading these names, they're all slight variations of a deep green/grey color, all the names are from the same series of colors. The guy shows he's familiar with these names, these are standard paint names so he'll be able to find/use the right ones.

I notice that all of a sudden it's extremely dark out on the deck. It's as dark as night almost, I'm going to have to turn on a light inside the house so that he can see. I go out on the deck and look up around the corner to the right into the sky: there are heavy, very dark clouds there , I think this is practically tornado weather [which don't exist in this area], I expect to see a funnel cloud, I see some whisps of cloud in an almost vague funnel shape but no tornado. It's still really dramatic and I say "Oh my God! Oh my God!".

I do not want to wait around for him to finish, since I have to go, but if I don't wait then maybe he'll just leave and not finish the job.

I have GOT to stop going to bed late. This time around 2am (11pm is my target, rarely make it). Going to bed late almost always results in terrible dreaming…. this is the achilles heel of my practice.

rescued from the horrors of a no-recall night (is there anything worse?) in late morning:

+(f) ex-GF SB's having problems with her thesis math

+(f) walking backwards, firing an automatic machine gun over the shoulder

+ observing a knife-throwing robot practicing/learning; plan for the attack with friends, I sneak up on the munitions store in full fatigues in between cars, fight with enemy, asked to help on other side of building

I'm in a garage-like room. A small robot is practicing knife throwing against a target from a short distance away. It is hitting the target reliably. Then it switches up throwing styles to a simple jab forwards (no spin of the knife), misses a few times, then stats hitting reliably. Then it tries underhanded throwing and is quite poor, mostly missing. I think that this small robot holding a large sharp knife is very dangerous and I don't want to walk close to it for fear of it slicing my calves deeply.

Standing outside talking with team, I suggest taking the munitions room, but they're concerned about leading the enemies to it and losing control of it.

I'm making my way to the munitions room, I'm in full military gear, I'm crouching down and quickly moving between aisles of parked cars. One car is full of people looking at me. I move past the cars and onto a sidewalk with a low wall, in back of me I see an enemy, I try crouching down low behind the wall and he walks past but he then seems me and we fight.

I initially fire a pistol but the rounds are very loose and I have to catch them in my hands to prevent them from falling out of the pistol to the ground. I fire (at his temple at point blank range?) but he's not hurt. Switching to a knife I swipe him solidly across the throat but he has only a small scratch there, again, and similar result, barely a scratch when he should be bleeding out. I think that if I plunge the tip of the blade into his jugular that surely will do it but I'm getting really squeamish at this point and don't want to do it. Someone says use a bow?

(See a hairdresser's salon next to me?) I'm standing near the munitions room. There's some man making a twisting gesture (like an "indian burn") with a pipe in his hands, he wants me to come to the other side of the building and help him. I'm suspicious that it's a trap.

I move farther away to an exit, I need to put on shoes, there are only small sneakers here that are full of sand, I empty out the sand. Some kids come up behind me?

+ young people (is my son cheating on his GF?) screwing in next room, they're my son's friends visiting, chat a bit downstairs with them.

FA: I awake in bed in my childhood home bedroom to the sound of someone grunting/screaming in the next room. I'm concerned, I get up and go out to the hallway and open the door of my sister's bedroom. On the far wall are I see a young woman sitting on top of somebody (presumably a young man) on a chair with a blanket draped around them, I can only see her shoulders and head. I think for a minute she's my niece. Then I think the boy may be my son and he's cheating on his GF because I don't know the girl.

I go down the stairs and the young man who just got laid has a huge ear-to-ear grin on his face and is making fist-pumping victory gestures. I see the girl clearly now and I do not know her, I think she's from my son's class at University. Sitting around in a group in the living room talking with the girls, talking about things. (The subject changes to my penis? I assure the girls that yes, it works quite well…?)

+ fishing [rare!], almost topple of out boat as I get in, feel and see large fish in water, then see HUGE (15-20 foot) catfish lazily swimming on top of the water

(I almost never have dreams of being in or around water despite swimming regularly in waking life). (I've also barely ever gone fishing in my life so this is weird).

I'm shoving off from the shore with my face to the shore in a small row boat. I'm trying to sit down without capsizing, as I sit down the boat lists dangerously far to the right (starboard!) and I fear I'll topple into the water for a second, but the boat rights itself and I get settled and start rowing. The boat is quite small and the water is very green and opaque. Did I bring the tackle box? After rowing a short while I feel something touch my left hand in the water, and I look down and now the water is very clear and transparent, and I see that a large (trout?) has just swum by me, it has an odd, disfigured tail like a stump of bamboo, I think of going after it to catch it and follow it. Then I see a *huge* catfish (15-20 feet long) floating calmly on top of the water. Would would I do if I hooked it, could I call for help to catch it? Would I be able to eat it? As I approach it senses me and it swims away.