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suddenly a new game is out for phone, computer, xbox, wii, playstation, Nintendo DS, and so on. theres this weird current that EVERBODY plays this game. and suddenly I begin to sink into the game! the game is about the jungle and something I don't remember. so I am in this game playing and I create this giant monster who crashes the game and finally everybody is done with the game. I jump out of the tv.

I was at an ice skating rink with no ice skates on, although I still skated. I went to sit down and then I heard people talking about a walking contest. I went over and won easily! that's all I remember, the other part of it was all blurry.

I was at Busch Gardens and I walked up to this strange door and opened it. inside was some STAIRS- leading to an ELEVATOR- (dream signs) I went in and saw a dead guy with a trash bag on him. So I took the elevator to the - floor and noticed that there was NO GOING BACK. First I heard many voices calling my name. It freaked me out. Next thing I know a guy with a ski mask jumps out and scared me to death! I started backing up and bumped into a guy with a white mask! I started running and found some more stairs, opened a door, and found a couch. I went to sit down and then I heard the voices again! I observed the room trying to look for them. I heard the voices again and turned around and saw everybody involved. I felt so mad and relieved at the same time! I noticed myself turning into a fat old guy at this time. Amazing how vivid Nightmares are isn't it?

They were making a second Napoleon Dynamite movie. It was going to be called Napoleon Dynamite: Armageddon. The plot had something to do with the main character (I can't remember his name, I haven't watched the movie in years.) going on vacation with his new girlfriend in Mexico and all of these hyjinx happen.

Many people were concerned that the movie wasn't going to be as good as the first or that it was going to ruin the characters.


I was in Germany, driving on the autobahn. I drove out into the mountains to go to a cabin that somebody owned. When I got to the cabin it was a secret command center for a nuclear missile launch site.

Downtown at dusk
I'm walking around the downtown area of a large town at dusk. I'm not too sure where I'm going, especially because the roads come together in many odd intersections. Now I'm in a parking lot, at a small building, buying a parking pass. It comes as a tiny cylinder, about the size of the first segment of my thumb. Now I'm back at a different parking lot, hoping I haven't been ticketed yet, finding it odd that the pay station was so far away. I see a parking attendant wandering around checking for the parking passes, so I hurry to get mine in place before he arrives, looking my car over to see if he's already been here and left a ticket. I end up greeting him as he comes over, explaining that I just got back from the parking office as I show him the cylinder I'm carrying. He makes a comment along the lines of "I wish you hadn't told me that. " I'm afraid he's going to ticket me, but he goes on his way.

Now I'm standing outside a hot dog stand, holding a hot dog, looking at their condiments. The "stand" is actually a small building. To my right is a large "window" with a counter; to my left is a whole wall of condiments in largish cylinders set at an angle into the wall. Now I'm elsewhere, talking to someone about my hot dog. They ask where I got it, and I tell them it was <name of burger place>. I explain that even though it's a burger place, they sell hot dogs too.

Now I'm back at my car, getting ready to leave, since I've done everything I needed to; but then I realize my tent is still set up. Given how dark it is now, it's going to be a pain to take it down. Now I'm clambering around in the back of my car, trying to make room for the tent.


Hungry Schlock
I'm watching Schlock, Ebby, and Chisulo. They're discussing getting to the food court, but it's late at night, so everything is closed. The food court is past the gallery, and they're worried about some of the things they've heard about statues and lasers. Now I see them in the food court, wearing their heavy assault gear, glowing slightly. It turns out that there are statues placed around the gallery equipped with heavy-duty laser weapons, hot enough to come close to melting off their suits. They didn't try to stop them but rather just ran all the way through. Schlock is asking whether anyone got some good footage when a statue takes a parting shot at Chisulo. Ebbby gets some great footage, but when they examine it they see that Chisulo has a really strange look on his face, sticking his tongue out, and they all say "Ewww" and decide to use the lower quality footage that someone else got. I think how silly it is to put a food court behind lethal defenses.


Fragments
Something else about wandering through a shopping area.

Three older women walking on a driveway. It's bright.

I was at a forest inspectorate, to start a two week apprenticeship. I entered a meeting room, and Safety and Health course started. After a an hour, a forest inspector that would be my boss appeared. Suddenly, I found myself in forest. It was warm evening, beams of light spread between canopies of trees.

Nothing at 6 hrs waking, then after a brief WBTB a bunch of nicely detailed dreams including a semi-lucid semi-epic .

+ playing football (jerseys are inside out), miss an interception, guy kicks the point after, I go to judge, stuck in field-goal closet, break out an opening, see that "Mindy" (male) the hobo made up a neat room "carpeted" with rough sandpaper and will be parking his motorcycles there

+ fight in long curved hallway with "cricket" (MIB) gun, shoot, miss, aim carefully, hit, no real effect, the gun has three small switches that must be cocked before each shot, it shoots a rainbow colored beam

+ (semi-lucid) in a building pursuing a bad guy, fly/phase through wall to street, persuing car, dream image is half-sized, I'm trying to fully enter the scene and make it "full-screen", in house, dominate evil DC, encounter girl, sexy time, get on couch with other DCs, graze the leg of another girl DC who's surprised, move to another couch and make out (briefly so as not to lose the dream) caress several more girls, visuals fade out but I maintain tactile contact and visuals return, another girl moves to straddle me I expect sex but she opens her mouth (lots of large, sharp teeth!) and lowers her head to bite my chest and I wake up

+ standing at a large, round kitchen table, Indian mothers with kids are eating toast, there's a toaster at each place on the table, I want toast too but I can't find bread, there are cookies, I find them under a shelf away from table, my wife is talking religion with the father who's skeptical down at the far end of the table; I move to the adjacent living room to play a game with NM (grad) and his wife A and their friends/family, it's a role-playing game, N's wife A gets really cozy with me we're sitting with our arms around each other I feel self-conscious about this and take my arms off of her but she keeps holding me close, I make "I don't know what to do?" "shrug" expressions with my eyes to show I'm not trying to come on to her, A is really cute and I think about asking her out and wonder what she'll say

Morning of June 15, 2015. Monday.



This dream starts out with a fairly clear and detailed scenario (like one of yesterday’s dreams) yet does really not make any sense - and also, like my other dream, I am not directly involved at any point.

There is a group of people who are trying to escape from another group of people, possibly the main people behind a new infrastructure who want to eliminate certain descendents in certain families. There are mostly dark-haired males who are the targets. Some of them are hiding in a mostly empty wooden building (I assume one storey). There is one person who has been chosen to retrieve and remember vital information, in the form of numbers, from newer people coming in to hide in the building (though which are apparently unlikely to survive due to the other people discovering their hideout), to eventually leave to report them to someone else. This does not have any logic to it at all, as the numbers relate to important data concerning human populations - a number for each town in a larger region it seems (and a total of about seven or eight numbers at least), yet it is only the partial value in decimal, for example 0.891426 or similar. The whole numbers (the most important, and in fact only relevant part) are missing, which of course renders the decimal part pointless unless someone can impossibly match the whole number with the decimal part. (Apparently, there is another group of people who have the whole number values). As it is, it still does not make any sense, as you cannot have a fractional person (thus the number would only be a whole number anyway).

At any rate, the person gathering the decimal values is able to get out as their enemies find the hideout and most of them are killed. From here, my dream fades or shifts into another situation and my dream-self has no knowledge of the outcome of the previously established scene. (This dream segment was likely based on seeing the “Arrow” episode “Left Behind” the night before - where they were trying to work out the significance of part of a list of numbers though which had different context for the most part.)

Unlike the previous situation, I am fully in-body and actually in my dream. I have to get somewhere, possibly for delivering information, or perhaps finding a location to select for residence (which seems more likely). Still, it is not that clear. What I do know is that there is the idea that the railroad tracks I will be walking parallel to for much of the way give off powerful electromagnetic radiation (which supposedly eventually kills a person or greatly shortens their life), which is something to do with how the trains run. (Supposedly it is safe to be on the trains, just not on the outside near the tracks). This also seems to relate to some sort of conspiracy where people are warning others due to the government not giving this information about the serious dangers.

Even so, I walk along late at night and hear and feel a strange buzzing, which seems to have an effect on my perception (very vivid, but not dawning lucidity). It is an isolated area without many land features. There is one train station (which is supposedly safe) though I keep walking, not feeling endangered, yet somehow aware of the radiation entering me.

I was pushing my motorbike in a building, then I saw someone with his scouter getting in the elevator. I said to myself: ''ok if he is doing, me too I can do it''. I push my bike and get in the elevator. There was some people in the elevator. The guy with the scouter told me ''nice bike bro'' and I reply ''thanks''. ..............CutOff Of The Dream............... The elevator became more bigger, I decided to put my bike in a better position. There was an asian couple who was watching me.
...............CutOff Of The Dream................
Now the elevator transform into a subway. A man was telling me in dutch something, and then he realize I was French. He tried to speak French(with his dutch accent) and I said to him :''ich spreche deustch(I speak dutch)'' but he said ''no don't worry we can speak french''. Then we get out of the subway. We were walking on the road. Then he told me that he has an interview with a journalist about ''how will be summer in France this year''. So I let him go and I continue my way.

First scene involves a day party that my fraternity is throwing. Strangely this party is taking place in the backyard of my house lol. We have all kinds of alcohol in coolers and out on the grass. There are a lot of girls around and people are dancing and stuff. I remember talking to one of my fraternity brothers who was also in one of my previous dreams. I remember getting a whiskey drink from a color with a hose thing on it that you can use to pour a drink into a cup. I decide to walk into my house and things get weird. I walk in on some old lady who is naked and with a man?? In my dream, this lady was like my aunt. She was really upset at me for walking in on her. She was very dissappoined in me. I was like... ok I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were gonna be in here, let me know next time... lol, I know, weird.. She forgave me and gave me a hug.

Later, two girls walked into my house, and I try spitting some game. These girls want to watch TV, but for some reason the TV is missing from my living room. I say that I have an Xbox, so they can play videogames if they want. They say... we can use the Xbox to watch TV. We all go upstairs and I continue to chat up these girls. I ask one of the girls how old she was, and she said that she was underage for the party lol

Next scene, I'm at some store/shop that I work in. I was napping, but wake up and walk around the store. I go to the desk and see another kid already there so I'm not worried. I just walk around the store and do nothing. Later I remember talking to some other younger kid who I think was from another country. He told me that his homeland was destroyed in a storm?? I think

Another scene, where I think I'm with a few kids my age, and then a bunch of little kids come into the room. A few of the kids are assigned to me, (I think I'm some kind of mentor or something), and these kids love me lol. I give them fistbumps. These are cute kids and I remember bonding with this one little boy especially, we had some good convo

Another weird scene... this took place on my front yard. I'm discussing/commenting on something about some type of contest, while flying around the yard doing really cool acrobatic moves in the air. I think the contest might have to do with the grace of flying in the air and stuff, maybe I was saying that I should win?? I think I remember a certain athletic kid from my high school who was a contestant?

Common elements of my dreams that I've started to notice: A lot involving girls and my interactions with them, parties/fraternity stuff, music related stuff(concerts/festivlas), sports related stuff, college campus and my house are common settings

Hi Lucy, I had the most beautiful dream yet last night! I have been trying to see my aura for some time now and somehow this desire made its way into my dream. I was rubbing my hands together (probably trying to stabilize) and then I started rubbing my two pointer fingers together trying to see any color/shadow. Then between my two pointer fingers a small ball of light formed. The small ball of light was so bright it had no specific color at first because the light was blinding and I couldn't look directly at it. Then the ball of light dimmed a little and changed from a bright yellow to a fluorescent green. Then I began to see patterns circling and swirling in front of me with words forming almost like a crossword puzzle. In crossword puzzle format, I saw the words (She) Serve GOD with Enthusiasm (in this color).

Then the patterns began to swirl again changing from one color to another. As they changed from one color to another words zoomed in and out like a crossword puzzle and shapes continued to form like geometry patterns. My eyes didn't know what to focus on first . Then the geometry patterns turned red and started to pulsate like a heartbeat (thump thump, thump thump, thump thump). Words started to form again but I can't remember what they said. As the patterns pulsated like a heartbeat the patterns and words turned red the heart beat got stronger and stronger. I felt the heart palpations in my physical body and woke up. I have a feeling that I was about to find out what type of heart I had but I got too excited and wrapped up in the moment. I couldn't help it...it was such a beautiful moment.

Wow. Best. Dream. Ever.

A woman and I are running from a pursuer, another woman. "Faster, faster!" the first woman urges me. "Don't look back, it will slow you down." I don't see why I have to run away, but fine, I'll play along... I do look back, however, and I'm surprised how close the pursuer is. This motivates me to try to put some distance between me and her, so I run harder... and yet I can't seem to make much gain on her. I'm perplexed: I know I should be able to do this, I'm dreaming, it's not like I have to rely on my physical stamina. I wonder if the answer is in running with more short strides rather than trying to cover more distance with each step, much as one is advised to run in WL, so I try out variations. I'm making progress, but concentrating so hard on my running form is becoming tedious. "Imagining running is almost as hard as the real thing!" I comment to the woman fleeing with me. Getting bored with this situation I decide to put an end to it, and succeed in sprinting ahead to the point where I can turn a corner and leave the pursuer's field of vision, at which point I figure I've made a fair escape.

However, it turns out that my pursuer had an accomplice: I now find myself in a struggle with a huge brawny man with a shaggy brown beard. I perceive him as a Viking, and I'm aware that his name is Torvald. He is connected somehow with the woman who was chasing me earlier, and is likewise an antagonist. Our struggle manifests partially as a kind of combat, but it feels as much like a battle of dream control as a physical battle.

I easily resist Torvald's initial attempts to subdue me, but his immense confidence makes me wonder if I should doubt my own. I go on the offensive and try to put him out of action more permanently, trying various tactics to destroy his body. For instance, at one point I imagine his body being crushed by a great weight from above, and although this has him stretched out supine on the ground for as long as I'm actively thinking it, he is soon back on his feet. I try crushing his heart and throat from inside his body, but he is only briefly inconvenienced.

I wonder if fire would do the trick, and visualize Torvald's body burning to ash. Though I've said nothing aloud, he appears to understand my intentions, and rather than actively resisting like he did with my other attacks, he simply denies the efficacy of this approach. "Fire won't work," he tells me flatly. I refuse to acknowledge this and continue contentrating on the image of fire consuming him. "Fire won't work," Torvald tells me again. I'm thinking: how could this be? It's my dream, isn't it? Fire should work if I say it should work. So I redouble my focus on the fire. With patient indifference, Torvald insists: "Fire won't work." I find this disconcerting, because apparently my confidence is unable to overcome his. Aren't I the dreamer? But there is no time for philosophical questions; we are still in combat. I switch tactics: if he is resistant to fire, how about ice? I start to try to freeze him—even if it doesn't destroy him it might at least slow him down temporarily—but Torvald has found the opening he needed and pins me to the ground.

Torvald's inexplicable ability to ignore my attempts to burn him makes me wonder if I should worry that he could actually harm me. But I have a superpower too: as the dreamer, I am invulnerable... aren't I? I decide to play it safe, and secretly project my "real" identity to the roof of a nearby building. It is a large square brick structure about 8–10 stories high, and I crouch behind the low brick railing that surrounds the flat roof, tempted to peek out at the combat occurring down below but not wanting to let Torvald see me and discover the trick. So I transfer my perceptions back to my body on the ground, which I now regard as a mere DC, and thus disposable. If my attacker succeeds in destroying this body, it won't matter: I've secured my identity elsewhere. Torvald actually glances up toward the roof when I think this, and I quickly realize that I need to guard my thoughts as well.

"Do you have someone watching me?" Torvald asks. I am relieved, because although he suspects that there is an observer on the roof, he hasn't seen through my whole trick—he doesn't seem to recognize that the person up there is actually me. I project a new thought toward him, gleefully: I recall how undercover police have been tracking him, and that I've been using our encounter to distract and delay him until they were in position. Maybe none of this was true earlier, but it doesn't matter: this is a dream battle, so it is true now! When Torvald looks back down at me, I grin mockingly and deliberately call him by the wrong name, "Harald," just to annoy him further. The game is up, and my undercover officers move in and force Torvald to release me. I'm not sure what happens to him after that... pleased with having solved the dilemma, I simply walk away.

What's next? The last incident was not one that I had intended, but now I'm free to work on tasks. I enter a wide clearing and wonder if I should try the Dragon Age task again. I've always liked the idea of aligning dream space with fictional environments from books, films, or games, but I'm still trying to figure out how to do it. I suppose the first step would be to remember a concrete environment from the game and try to insert aspects of it here. I played DA:I just last night, so I should be able to access those memories... but as I seek them out I feel a tremor of dream instability, and decide not to push it. If there's a risk of waking, I should put that task off until later. For now, there are still a few TOTMs I haven't tried this month, and I decide to work on those.

"Taste a rainbow." That one is easy to remember. I imagine a rainbow in the sky, and produce something very faint and not at all rainbow-colored. The colors are largely ochres and earthtones, and not even in proper lines but arranged in a more tesselated pattern over the arch. I'm not being a perfectionist at this point, so I accept this as a "rainbow" and shrink it into a stick of candy in my hand. The colors have changed in the process, and for some reason the candy stick is white with swirls of red and blue. Still not rainbow-colored! But I take a bite. The texture is interesting, lots of little pieces that crunch between my teeth, but the flavor is a real disappointment: vague, muted, and blandly sweet. Apart from "sweet," no other descriptors really present themselves. This won't do. A rainbow should taste more unusual than this! I decide to start over.

This time I put more work into the rainbow itself. I first visualize it, then focus on the faint transparent arch until it becomes more clearly visible, but this also has the consequence of making it more material. Now it appears like a physical object, a two-dimensional vertical banner in an arch about ten feet high and twenty feet long, right in front of me. I work on correcting the pattern so that it has rainbow colors in properly aligned stripes... I see some improvement, although it is a C+ effort at best. It looks better than my last attempt, anyway, so I approach the "rainbow" and try to take a bite directly out of it. The experience is like... chewing on a shower curtain. It really feels like I've put a sheet of plastic in my mouth, although the material is soft enough to crush between my teeth. Again the texture is more prominent than the taste. I put all my attention on the flavor, trying to detect anything describable, and think maybe I get some underlying fruity notes, but again it remains vague and uninteresting. Taste and smell are the least developed of my dream senses... I wonder if I could improve them if I worked at it?

I feel like I have adequately completed the task, anyway, and wonder what to try next. In all my efforts with the rainbows I had hardly paused to note all the people sitting at various tables around this clearing, like picnickers, but observing them now, I figure it might be fun to try the magic show. What would a stage magician do? I guess the most basic tricks involve having something up one's hat or one's sleeve? I notice that I am completely naked, which has long since ceased to embarrass me in dreams, but gives me a mischievous idea.

"What's up my sleeve?" I start circling among the various tables, challenging the audience members to come up with a response. One of the first responses is: "Following a guy from Eton to [...]?" (I forgot the second place name.) This answer reminds me of the earlier scene, and how I resolved the conflict with Torvald. This DC must have been one of my officers! "Are you an undercover cop?" I ask him in reply. He grudgingly nods. "Not anymore!" I'm joking about how he has just blown his cover, but it also feels like an appropriate analogy to my own lack of sleeves... I'm not "undercover" either.

I continue asking, "What's up my sleeve?" and collect various other responses from the audience, all of which were non-sequiturs... but I reasoned that the illogic of the question itself (since there was no sleeve) invited such creative responses. After hearing from seven different people, I realized that I might have trouble remembering all this when I woke up, so I stopped and went over their answers again, one by one, to help fix them in memory. Already I had trouble recalling two of the answers, but one of the DCs helpfully reminded me, additionally pointing out that the answers varied between the metaphorical (things that never could go up a sleeve) and the literal ("Three shekels" was one of these answers, I think). Meanwhile I was getting ready for the grand finale to my show, when I would reveal my own answer to the question. I had been planning on the groaningly obvious "Nothing!" and was ready for the big reveal when I noticed that something had changed... now I was wearing clothes, including a short-sleeved shirt. I realized that if I was going to go for the groaningly obvious at this point, I would have to answer "My arm!"

I felt myself start waking up, and I already had a lot to remember and report so I didn't resist the process. I woke up slowly enough that I was able to concentrate on those seven answers from the DCs and hold them in mind, with what felt like excellent clarity and accuracy. And then something happened... as I crossed the threshold, despite all my care and preparation, the memories abruptly tattered, the details dissolving. The only one of the seven answers I could still remember, and that incompletely, was the first—and that I suspect only because it was anchored by its reference to the earlier scene.

#444 - DILD - 6:19AM

Meant to WBTB but somehow missed my alarm. Been doing daytime affirmations.

Originally Posted by tl;dr

I watched Bill Hicks do a WILD, but realized it was my dream when I found a post-it note that read, "JOKE". The letters then morphed into "This is a dream Mike" I got lucid and thanked Bill as he left me. I asked him to do this all the time and he said he would. I then found a bar in the department store I was in and ordered an appletini and woke up after I drank it.

This dream was longer at the begging, but recall is tough there. Some stuff happened at some gathering. The men left the women to go gamble. Something about the women feeling neglected and alone. They are all sitting in bleachers. Some guy lost all his money. One guy shows up and opened a duffel bag full of money. He gives hand fulls of cash to his wife while on one knee as a sort of peace offering. I am watching all of this like it's a movie. The camera floats past the big winner and and pans out to a birds eye view of the gym. Bill Hicks walks up and addresses the large group of women, "You know... I can here to gamble and eat meatball subs, but when I noticed the subs were only 55 cents, I knew there was a reason for it [I was going to lose all of my money]. Now what I am going to do is lay here and use the dream state to sleep with all of you." He pulls out a sleeping bad out of nowhere and lays on his back. I have a close up view of him closing his eyes and concentrating. I think how awesome it would be to just LD a will like this. The scene darkens for a moment.

I now have a first person view of some office. I think I am seeing Bill's dream through his eyes. I think wow he just went straight into the dream. I look around and see the word "Private" on a frosted glass door. The letters morph off at the end and read, "This is a dream." I think, "Wow he just set that scene up so he would get lucid right away." I exit out of the door and see a post-it note on the wall. It reads, "JOKE" then the letters all split and morph and I slowly read them out as they do. I find myself saying, "This is a dream Mike." I think, "Mike!?" The letters are solid and don't morph. "MIKE" This personal message makes me realize I am in my own dream and become fully lucid.

I look around and see that I am a clothing store similar to JC Penny's. I see Bill Hick's looking at me as he exits a nearby door. I shout out, "Thanks for the note!"
He smiles and waves.
Hopeful, I add, "Will you do this for me every time?"
He's outside now, but I see and hear him yell back through the glass, "Yep I will." (I'm holding you to your promise Bill!)
I fist pump and let out a long whispered, "Yessssssss!" I am so happy he said he would do that. I now look around the store just excited to be in a stable lucid dream. I shout out some random things about being in a dream. The feeling of using my voice is so vivid and I marvel how I'm really quietly laying in bed. Just being here is a true miracle.

I start thinking about goals, but nothing comes to mind. There is a bar in the store and I decide to have a lucid drink of alcohol. As I take a seat at stool I see a bartender dressed in white wiping down a glass. I think maybe I want to try a pickletini, but I know that I've never had one in waking life so it's sort of pointless to see if I like it here. I remember that I have really been wanting an appletini lately so I say, "Just give me an appletini." The bartender summons a drink from his hand and slides a martini glass full of clear liquid and a green apple slice sitting in the bottom. I catch it and down it in one gulp forgetting about the apple chunk. At first there is no flavor or sensation so I decide to conjure up the taste. I immediately get the after taste of green apple candy. Not bad. I turn and walk away and the dream started to go dark. I focus on relaxing my body and holding still for DEILD, but my physical eyes uncontrollably flutter open and I fully wake up.

I'm riding in the passenger seat of a vehicle. I never look anywhere except out the window so I have no idea who is driving or what type of vehicle I'm even in. It felt like a car for the most part but at times it felt like I was on a bus too.


I'm going down a intersection with lots of businesses in my field of vision. The buildings are very vivid. I start to notice graffiti on all the buildings as they passed by. Every single building had at least one thing spray painted on it with black paint. Most of them had the letters DRE or DREO in bubble letters.*


One building was a car wash with it's own businesses sign blacked out by the paint and under it someone wrote "Shitty car wash."*


My assumption was a gang member had went on a wild graffiti spree the night before and I was amazed at how many buildings he was able to hit before or likely without getting caught especially in the span of one night. All the writing matched so it all had to come from the same person.


Many many buildings in a row all had been sprayed with the exception of just one that had a huge fence surrounding it but sure enough the next one was sprayed.


What I found most amazing of all was the places the graffiti was found on all the buildings. It was all placed way high up on the buildings to where the person would of had to of gotten access to the roof and not just that but would of had to hang in some fashion while "tagging" all these buildings.*


The thought of being at those heights dangling in what had to of been a homemade strap device of some sort made me squirm in my seat.

~Dreamer~ would be proud, the "main event" of last night was a 15+ minute vivid dream about cleaning toilets and scrubbing the filthy tile walls of a public bathroom

Recall of dreams #2 and #5 only came in after about 45 minutes of recall and dream review.

+ in a house, party, big house, it's my house, large well-decorated rooms, I'm walking around and get mixed up where I'm going, I think people will be impressed with my house; best friend MR arrives knocking a long time on the door

+ with people choosing a location: we're now in the American south west, like Arizona: wide open vistas, a long line of distant rocky bluffs fill the horizon (visually really stunning), I say I really like it but it's too dry/desolate, then I fly up in the air to get a better perspective and the plot changes to some chasing theme.

+ at a gas station [DS], chewing out my team they're not cooperating, all of a sudden my former boss arrives I instantly recognize her (looks completely accurate), I'm quite surprised, I say "no no I'm not talking about you", then we hang out eating a picnic off the roof of my car (large chunks of thick steak), I'm concerned people will get upset with us for hogging the position by the pumps

+ (vivid, long) we (wife and I?) locked ourselves inside a public bathroom (at the gas station?), I'm scrubbing the toilet, the filthy tile walls with scotch pad, I see each tile as I clean it, some of them have pictures of famous people's faces, I'm trying to choose a scrubbing pattern to get the entire wall clean, we'll have to rinse off the soap foam, the toilet has been repaired with deep red caulking that makes it look like it's covered in blood I think this is really strange, there's a toilet mounted vertically on the wall (so that the bowl points down towards the floor!) that I open up and a huge cloud of ass-gas fills my nostrils it smells like someone who had been eating nothing but chorizo burritos for a week took a massive dump there, the vertical toilet is covered in dark red heavy oil, the floor toilet is clogged by a massive turd I keep trying to flush it down, trying to find something to force it down, it eventually goes and I flush once more wondering if it will go down or overflow; they're knocking on the door, we'll have to let them in?, they point to the structure across the street (through the walls?), the floor toilet bowl is now is filled with a little model version of a classical (Roman?) building with marble columns, I point out how I've cleaned the walls and how you can see the pattern of bright/dark tiles where I've cleaned.

+ talking with a guy who's wearing a company badge with his manager's name (ShCl), the same one I worked for at a former company, I see ShCl sitting at the end of the table, I keep asking him when he worked there (dates) but he doesn't answer, it turns out we worked on the same project for the same manager, and potentially even at the same time, I sort of see/remember his name.