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I'm on a ship in a storm, approaching a whirlpool, almost certainly about to sink. None of this affects me, I'm only passing through, but I know one of the men on this ship. I talk to him, asking if he's familiar with a certain infamous pirate - I name a name. He doesn't recognize it. That's a pity - in actuality he's quite close with the woman I named, I was just trying to find out where I am in the timeline. If he doesn't recognize that name for her, that means we're so early in the timeline that she hasn't gone to sea yet. If this had just happened a little later, I could have brought her here to save him. But there's nothing I can do for him here and now. I step up onto the railing at the edge of the deck, looking for the portal in the storm.

As Rumpelstiltskin (in name and appearance at least - mentally, I'm still halfway the version of me from that storm scene), there's a small group of men who've retrieved the witch bottle in which I was trapped for a very long time. They've retrieved it from a point in the timeline when I was still inside it, so as I'm watching them from hiding, I catch sight of that past version of me inside the bottle. He looks so incredibly young to me, though I haven't physically aged since then. It's all the emotion on his face, the fear. I focus on the pebbled skin, new to him - I realize they've taken the bottle from almost immediately after I first lost human form.

When I realize that, I become agitated, anxious, a sort of coldness around my heart (such a strong emotion that it lasted a minute after I woke up - that hasn't happened in a while, I enjoyed that). The emotion is partially from forcibly remembering how it had felt when I'd been in that bottle myself, a sort of flashback feeling. There was something I'd been desperate to avert, but I'd been unable to do anything about it from inside that trap. But remembering isn't the only reason I'm so worked up - if I take that bottle now, there's a chance I could change how things unfold in his timeline, save his version of the person I'd wanted to save. Nothing that's happened since that time has mattered to me as much as this. But I hesitate to act - I'm terrified of how it could go wrong, of wasting this miraculous chance.

As I follow the men with the witch bottle - I'm walking on rooftops or listening from behind stone walls, out of sight - one of them is talking. He's not the leader of their little group, but he's the one who was able to retrieve the bottle from the past. They hadn't been aiming for the bottle specifically, they'd just been trying to capture me, and time can get a bit fuzzy when you're reaching between worlds. You have to be specific. He's saying, "It's the wrong time. He has little power now." It's the present me they wanted, or at least a version of me with a few more centuries behind him than that frightened thing in the bottle.

I had a semi-lucid dream about flying in a hot air balloon, and woke up after the dream had ended. It was around 4 Am and I decided to do a WILD (Wake Induced Lucid Dream). My body was asleep, yet my mind was conscious, waiting for the dream to start.

As I was lying in bed, I could feel my dream body floating slightly in my bed. It was kind of like hovering in and about where my body should have been, but it was not connected too well. I hope that makes sense. Anyway, I felt somebody pulling on my calf! I opened my dream eyes, and quickly looked down to see who was pulling on my calf, and I saw my daughter standing there! She was glowing faintly white, and was wearing light blue clothes. She quickly ran into the closet and hid. I jumped out of bed, leaving my body behind, and ran to the closet and reached in. I could feel arms everywhere. There were a couple of (or maybe three) dream figures in there! I heard some giggling and laughing. I realized I was only wearing my gitch. I thought I needed to get some clothes on quickly, so as not be half naked in front of these wonderful dream figures, and then I was suddenly wearing my housecoat. It just magically appeared. My daughter jumped out of the closet, and we walked out of my bedroom. I told my daughter, I love her and I miss her, and she said, “I know.” We both started to cry.

We walked down the hallway, and then we headed down the stairs. To my surprise there was a fancy restaurant where the foyer should have been. The restaurant had scattered groups of people, sitting around and chatting. It was split into two areas by a stand-up bar, the lounge area, and the dinner area. The walls were covered with satin brown panelling, and floor was white ceramic tile. It was like a shrimp and steak house! I asked my daughter to hold my hand so I could stay focussed, and not lose my lucidity. She did, and we walked past the lounge area into the restaurant. We then turned around and headed back to the lounge area. I asked her about lucid dreaming, what it meant, and she turned her back to me and didn’t want to discuss it. Fair enough, so we walked back over to the lounge area. I thought maybe we could grab a couple of drinks and some food, then sit down and have a conversation. I asked the lady at the counter for a coffee and Baileys. As I was waiting, I started to sing, “You know an OBE, yeah you know me, you know an OBE, yeah you know me.” I sang this to remind me that I was dreaming, so I wouldn’t forget, and slip into a mindless state. The lady at the counter was taking soooo long. I was wasting valuable lucid dream time waiting for coffee. Never again will that happen!

The table of people beside me noticed my OBE song. One dream figure said, “What did he say?”, and the other replied, “I think he said OBE?” Then they started to whisper back and forth. I looked at my daughter who was now sitting with 3 of her friends at a table, and they kept turning their heads to look at me. My niece came walking by and was making a commotion. I asked the lady at the counter again for a coffee, and she put a bag of chocolates in front of my face and said, “Here!” I thought, oh whatever, I’ll take the chocolates. I looked down and reached into my pocket to find some money to pay her. Holy smokes, I was no longer in my housecoat. I was now wearing yellow shorts and a T-shirt. How did that happen? I fumbled through my pockets to try and find some money, but there was none. As I reached to grab the bag of chocolates a toonie fell from my wrist, hit the floor, and then rolled against the counter. The restaurant went silent. I turned and asked my daughter to come over and here so we can order her some food. She quickly came over, and I asked her what she would like. She said, “A little noodles please.” She had her head down, and she looked like something had gone wrong. I thought oh crap, so much for blending in and being inconspicuous. My daughter looked up, and past me, like there was somebody standing behind me, and then I instantly woke from the dream.

I was awakened by the saliva of a dog. And next to me was a man, a very beautiful man.
(It's sad because I don't remember his name or any explicit details of his face. But by my fragmented memory it tells me he was attractive.)
At the sight of each other we felt the need to kiss, so we did. Someone was screaming at us for kissing and he was trying to explain to them that we weren't, that in fact I was trying to wash his hair. He was holding a bottle of shampoo trying to convince them but, I don't think that they were convinced.
They left(well, he left). I am not too sure if it was a male or not, but by his anger I assume so.
I was on the ground with two adorable puppies.
He (the beautiful man) came down and lay next to us (me and the two puppies )and we started kissing again.

This dream tells me that I yearn for the affection of another man but society frowns upon gays so I'd rather stay out of reach because it's where I feel most comfortable.

But oddly I still feel a connection to that man in my dream. I woke up feeling nostalgic and sad. I guess part of the sadness I experienced had to do with my ex. The guy in my dream was older than me. Around his thirties or so, the same age that my ex is. But with this man it was something more powerful. I've never felt that much from a dream. It's weird. It was weird[...]

A much better nights dreaming - all non lucid, but I was starting to think I was broken or something!

Lots of shop dreams (yawn) I'm thinking they were most likely the one big dream so here goes

1) -A lassie I know IRL came in looking for a kilt she had ordered for herself apparently she booked it under the name 'Hays' (which isn't her name) I checked my order book, there was a Hays there, but it wasn't hers. I think other people came into the shop at this time and it was getting hectic.
I went up the back and said to my (female employee IRL) that I would need to measure her up again. My employee was wearing a white T shirt with a design of sorts on it. I wrapped the tape around her and was aware that she took a deep breath and pulled her belly in a bit! Anyway she had a 28 waist and a 24 drop. What am I like!
A man came in for boxer shorts. He wanted a good look at them. they were inside a green then a white carrier bag. He seemed happy. They cost £3.99 (as IRL) , he handed over 4 pound coins and also a few pennies (which I handed back) and also a tiny copper foreign coin (which I kept) I struggled to ring up his purchase as although the register was in front of me there was something blocking the drawer. the man also mentioned my Uncle, not sure in what context.

2) There was a sort of cellar place where I had been told lived a bunch of tiny wee people. Its all a bit vague now, but I went in and there was a tiny wee man, maybe six inches high. He was dressed like a hairy highlander. I was quite taken with him and wondered to myself why no one had noticed these wee guys before. He then died or crumbled away to nothing or something and I remember being a bit upset about the whole affair.

3) I looked out my bedroom window. The neighbour who I like was dressed in Tennis whites with shorts and ankle socks. She was speaking to my other neighbours (who I don't get on with). This annoyed me a bit so I went outside. Don't remember much else but there were a few bairns running about.

4) I was in the front passanger seat of a car. Not sure who was driving. We were going very slowly through a huge coniferous woodland - I think I was 'casually' birdwatching. I spied a hell of a creature climbing a wall or tree and we stopped and got out. It was half human and half some horrible monster thing. It had a scabby pink flowerly dress on and its face was really quite scary - all witchy and nasty. I remember thinking it looked vaguely like a Hagraven from 'Skyrim'. It jumped off the tree/wall and lay on the ground and I think it transformed itself into something a bit less awful. I had my camera that I always take birding with me and took dozens of photos. I kept looking at its face on the camera display to see if anything odd happened.

5) I was getting books at the library. I had to produce my libarary card out my wallet and was having a bit of trouble doing so.

Dream 1

Something about my dog having a terrible kidney disease and he needed medicine. Me and my cousins were thinking of who would buy the medicine for him. The next thing I remember is cartoons appearing and something about a flie. It was really random. The last thing I recall is going to a computer and my cousins were around. By mistake I clicked on a button and the screen froze on some dirty pictures. I freaked out and tried to close it and than it turned all white and glitchy. My cousin said she didn't see anything and something about TMNT.A Nintendo than appeared in front of me and I woke up.

Dream 2

After something non lucid occurred I was being pulled to somewhere in my dream. I was trying to hold onto my pants and I appeared at a library but than walked to my house hallway. I was watching someone draw but than a invisible DC started kicking me around. I told it to leave me alone and asked if it was just beating me up because it was attached to Eye. It said no and kept trying to annoy me so I pushed It away and ran somewhere else.

I appeared in a tall school building that looked it was mixed with a apartment building and school. I saw a small group of people, a tall dirty blonde haired man and a girl showing the people to a desk. Each of them were given a Christmas tree ginger bread cookie and a title. I remember that the girl said one of the guy's name and that he got the title "The Peacemaker". I was hanging around and wanted a cookie sooooo badly. But I didn't want to ruin the DCs moments. I felt like I didn't deserve a cookie because I didn't belong here anyways.

I started to go up the stairs with them but than the girl suddenly remembered that there was a meeting at the auditorium or something like that. They ran downstairs and I saw the tall dirty blonde hair guy was going to take the bright small gold illuminated elevator.I stared at the elevator thinking it would collapse with him in it. I did not want to go there. He got out of the elevator, sighed than open a door to my side in front of the stairs.(owO When did that door get there!?) I said thanks though and started walking down the stairs as he went up in the elevator.

When I got down I saw a cute yellow parakeet under a white table and put it on my finger. But than there were scrunchys on the table that started to change to a chicken. The scene was than interuppted by a old blonde lady that was supposedly talking to angels about how she knew she was still her no matter where she was but she wanted to go back to Denver Colorado and didn't want to die at a McDonalds restaurant from choking or something else.

Dream 3

I appeared in a game like world that looked like it was a Zelda world. I was in a forest like place near a secret lake and rock. I jumped from a high rock down to where a frog like character was. It told me that I could take the secret arch like stone teleporter to a secret place. I was excited and decided to take it.

A small wind appeared and I was transported into a part of the forest where there was huge leaves and stalks that accended to somewhere. There were gun shots in the area and I decided to follow a tall guy I saw running with a gun up the stem. As I was following him I heard more gunshots and started to hover a bit.

But when I came out I appeared in front of a group of observers who were armed and dressed like battle characters. I said sayonara to them as I was hovering but one of them who looked like Eye pulled me back. He asked "What the heck are you doing here!?" Than put me in a portal to a bed that was in a bright apartment setting.

He than bended my finger and started to tell me that I wasn't welcomed there and to stay out of the way. He laughed than dissapeared and another DC appeared. It asked me if I was happy or something. I was like yeah because I'm gonna go back there and beat him up. I was about to fly out the apartment through the window but than noticed a tan old lady cartoon sitting on a chair. Than I woke up.

Just wrote about this. I had an interesting experience last night where I felt a complete presence of myself and my whole body in the present/moment/now the likes of which I have never felt before.

And my mind did not wander. It was cleared completely, and there was no desire to fill it.

It was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had. I'd almost describe it as being . . . Powerful? Without the immediate presence of power? Except the power that I have given myself, that I already possess . . .

I believe it does have something to do with the events that I cannot speak to at this time. But there was a definite shift in . . . well, being? I guess.

I'm curious, did anyone else feel that last night?

11.27.14

I'm standing with other recruits and members of a spy agency. Somewhere outside, near a slope with dirt and some eucalyptus trees and bushes. I don't wanna be there, because we are there against our will. So I'm escaping. These agents were female, btw.

I run, but they are immediatelly after me. I duck under a flat stone that has only few inches off the ground some free space. One agent kneels down and looks through the hole in the stone, but few feet from where I am and he doesn't see me. Another one kneels right beside me and is quietly waiting for me to notice. I notice that I have been caught and I see myself being led away. I don't like that so I take my slim chance and run again.

I make it to some small shack with 3 others. People keep coming by, but we lay down under the window so they cant see directly down and we hope to stay undetected.

This happens again, we lay down, but one of us is smoking and that makes the other one crawl away. I can tell that this movement will be visible.

A reporter is peeking through the window and I hear him say "nobody here". I breathe a sigh or relief. But then he continues "only the family that moved here few days ago". I instantly see some black dresses agents miles away, that were looking for us, hearing these news and rushing towards our location. We don't have much time, have to run again.

vivid dream no true lucidity. in fact i found it incredibly hard to realize i was dreaming. its usual due to the fact that even in dream where i don't take the time to actually say to myself i am dreaming but most of i do realize it. I can generally feel it and usually attempt power without taking the time to focus on my dream. I feel at the time it can be easier to just flow with the dream knowing and using power it seems to make dream last longer.i tend to lose control of my dream if i focus on the dream itself.
but last night my dream was interesting i suppose.i recall being in another giant city. It seems when ever i dream of a city its always in dusk. But it seem i was actually here in a hotel for some kind of festival. i remember vividly walking down the hallways, taking the elevators.time like this i wish i was artist. The streets were full
of people due to the fair. I find it interesting when i discuss situation like this with justin he tend to never have people in his cities. But regardless of the matter its hard to recall a theme. I remember walking through the crowds of people. Its seem in this dream i power of fire which is unusual to me cause i always have hard time with fire. But i did play some skyrim the previous day so the way i use fire kinda similar. I would focus on my hand and a small flame would appear would become slightly bigger then i could use it as you would use flame in skyrim. As i was, i went to somebody i guess i knew and had a quick discussion. I looked up and in a tree was some kinda flying squirrel monkey hell i don't know it kept changing on me. The main point it was trying to move to another tree and some asshole thought it was funny to jump up and smack it on the ground. Now don't usually give a shit about animals but this made me incredibly mad. so i jumped at the man and started having a almost realistic fist fight.It was shorter than most of my fights, before 1 giant man held me back then i guess my sub-conscience knew i hated this guy and other people in my dream rushed
the man and detained him. i remember leaving trying to find my way back
to my room. what made this dream impressive was the massive scaling of the city
and the beauty of the buildings. I eventually found my way back to my room
spent a small time in there an left to go back to the fair. i recall thinking
there is so many people in this city the chances of seeing that guy again
was unlikely as well it seem i was forgetting what he looked liked.
now there was not much else to this dream just a few more things i recall
i recall fighting my friend. i don't remember why but i remember grabbing him
and being able to jump and do almost a full flip and slam him into the ground
needless to say he wasn't getting back up. This is a lot different from
other dreams ive had where i have fought people.

Two dreams that are very vague
about me waking up and someone
has shaved my beard off. This
prompts me to get rather angry.

Hopefully able to use this as a
dream sign in the future.

Dream 1.) I tried a wild and then I got lucid.I did a RC which worked, then I stabilized by rubbing my hands and touching the ground. then this odd looking girl got off a bus and told me to follow her. She kinda had a punk/ goth look. Then she told me to pratice my dream skills by spawning a DC. So I did what I remember reading and it actually worked, sort of. The technique I did was turning around and putting my hand behind me while calling the persons name. It actually worked as I felt a hand forming on mine. However when I turned around, there was this weird old lady that looked like a shrek. I started to walk away because I was so disapointed. I tried looking for the strange DC from the beginning, but just ended up waking up.

Dream 2.) I was watching this movie in a class with a bounch of kids, when all of a sudden I started to get chased. I ran out of the room into this medieval town. It was snowing and it was night out. After weaving around buildings I finally made it back to the movie, now this kid in front of me didn't have eyes for some reason. He Looked at me, and it was scary.

Dream 3.) I missed the bus ride home from school so I had my dad pick me up. While ridding hom we encountered a lot of traffic. He Sid we should take a boat to school. We came down to a river and went across it on a raft. The river was actually a DS that I missed. Eventually I was with my family watching a car show or something. There were really weird cars just driving around. Then this van that looked like th one from Scooby Doo appeared. Then it crashed, and everybody made it seem like it was my fault.

Caution: large amount of side notes/rambling based off of a rather short dream. Be ready.

I was reading a Wikipedia page titled 'Hawaiian Spirituality' but right under it was a picture of a different island, not Hawaii. The island couldn't have been more than 10-15 miles across and had three, tall, jagged volcanic peaks. Only one of them, the shortest one was active though. The coast of the island had the typical rainforests with palm trees, and a tiny village opposite the volcano. I also recall seeing the picture was taken around sunset/sunrise.
There were at least a dozen lines of perfectly clear text beneath it. I recall the words being bold and very widely spaced, so they were pretty easy to read. The page talked about how the natives of the island worshiped two gods. One of the volcano and one of the sea.
The volcano god was portrayed as a giant magma golem with one eye who was the god of chaos and creation. He was the one who created the volcano that the island existed on.
The sea god was portrayed as a sea serpent who's breathing created the waves and when she swam in circles she would create typhoons. She was the god of slow, methodical destruction. She could also breathe out ice storms.
Neither god was viewed in a negative context because they were both destructive and helpful to the people. Without the sea, the people on the island who ate fish would starve. (The fish and the sea god were connected.) And without the volcano god, there would be no nutrients in the soil, and all the plants would die on the island, and the people that lived there couldn't build their houses or farm.
In fact, the gods were considered friends, even a married couple in the mythos. And the island and everyone on it was their child. They believed in a philosophy of balance because if the world was just a frigid sea no life could exist and if the world was just a molten wasteland, no life could exist. The world belonged in balance, and this was the ultimate message of the story; that great things can come from balance.
I then read of how the natives of the island believed that when someone was born, they were born with either a blue soul, a gift from the god of the sea, or an orange soul, a gift from the god of the volcano. This also determined what elements you could control. Orange souls could control magma, earth and fire. Blue souls could control ice, water and air. These were because the souls were 'fragments' of a god's soul and thus granted you a small amount of their power over these elements.
I continued reading, there was something about creating a 'soul wave', some kind of offensive maneuver that can damage/destroy one's soul, and manipulating the energy in one's own body, as well as others. It was talking about some kind of meditation they practiced. It was at this point that I became lucid, and realized that I was actually reading about Manei's culture. (After all it was shown before that she was a native of a tropical island, had blue eyes and could control water, so she fits into the lore of this place perfectly.)
I then wanted to figure out what my dream-self meant? Bicolored eyes? Do I have the powers of both gods? I couldn't find anything relevant on it, but then again, this was a 'Wikipedia' article.
One of the things I recall reading before waking was that you didn't necessarily have to be a member of the native population to be born with these powers. If you were born on the island you were given orange soul or blue soul.
I woke up around here.

11.26.14

Last night bed around 11 or so till 9:20 am. Tried a WILD around 12:30pm, but just couldn't fall asleep. But I recalled a dream from that night.

I'm looking at Ophelia's hands, that are in front of me. I see them, as if they were mine, right in front of my face. She has a copper colored elephant ring on her left hand, silver colored one with small colorfull stones on the same finger, and another ring on another finger. Perhaps one more. And a necklace type chain between 2 fingers.

Morning of 25th. Bed 12:30am - 5:11am (potty)
woke up f DILD at 6:27

It was about 10 min long.

I'm in a smallish, dark room and I'm thinking "next time when I'm dreaming, i just look at my hands and I will know if I'm dreaming". I look at my hands and they are fading and melting as energy would.

I realize I'm dreaming and decide to use the door properly to exit. I use a classic european doorhandle, open the door, walk through it and then close the door. I'm happy this all time that I'm lucid and want to go and do things fast, but I'm pacing myself to do it the right way, slowly, taking my time with details.

I'm out on a street. Sunny day, wide pedestrian zone, people walking around me. There is ocean in a distance to my right.

I start to hop up with intent to take flight. I jump 10-20 feet straight up, slowly, and slowly come back down. I realize I can't fly there, coz a concrete roof. I walk little closer to the ocean, look up and with force of my will I SEE blue skies with some white clouds, and not the roof.

I keep walking and come to an older looking single story house. The outside is sunbleached brown wood, almost gray with age, and a chinese type of wooden doorway. It has 2 part, on left an right, and it's old red in color.

I really don't like houses in lucids, even if I love them in non-lucids. So I make a consious decision to walk inside. As I walk throught the door, I reasure myself that "only nice things are here".

I know whom this house belongs to. It's "S". He is not home, only his mom. She thinks I'm a friend, and I'm not gonna tell her any differently. I'm walking through the house, aware that his mom is in other parts of the house. I'm looking through a dresser. There is a ziploc baggie with golden rings and earrings. I take it. I also take a baggie with old coins, and another 2 bags, that I keep finding in this drawer. Normally I would never take what's not mine. But I know this person and it gives me some weird satisfaction that I'm taking it.

His dad is coming home. I have a feeling that he will know I'm not a friend, and I know his mom is clueless, but she doesn't trust me either. It's time to leave. I'm at the window to the yard and his dad is coming through there. I avoid him and get out.

Morning of November 27, 2014. Thursday.



In my vivid non-lucid dream, I had set up an otherwise family-based “maximum well-being” scenario that was altered by annoying nuances once my dream was beginning to stabilize and progress on the momentum of the less-precise scripting. The holographic numeric keypad layer over my left hand (for in-dream “programming” and “channel changing”) brought in all the members of my immediate family, but also brought in my wife’s mother and a few others. Also, the environment was not defined yet and presently seems to be my second-storey childhood Rose Street apartment in La Crosse (which burned down over twenty years ago). The first scene is a birthday party of our youngest daughter.

Everything seems fine at first. However, I eventually see that my unwelcome mother-in-law is playing with our youngest daughter in an overly rough way and also, I believe she may be lying to all our children about various things to wrongfully influence them. She is somehow lifting her with her feet and putting her up over her head, slightly behind her (which reflects a real-life perspective of about eighteen years ago where she acted crazed and “cornered” by the nurses and security guards and I feared she was going to toss our newborn son out the window of the maternity ward), and it dawns on me that she should not be in the residence or have any contact with our family at all even though she is presently in a cheerful passive stage. I tell her to get out and never come back.

Soon, she and at least two others are off to contact the authorities about one of her typically fabricated claims. Two unknown females visit later as well; some sort of social workers, it seems, and are also somehow involved in her problematic plans against my family (as she had done in real life to a variety of people and almost all her neighbors). I vaguely think about “resetting” my dream but I am not lucid thus do not consider all the limitless potential of dreams at the time, but during this time I press a number sequence on my keypad that changes the DNA of dream characters so that when she comes back with investigators they will find that she is not even my wife’s mother as she claims, as I had already told this to other authorities by that point. I tap the palm of my left hand with the fingers of my left hand (curved over) to deactivate the keypad (into invisibility) until I decide to use it again.

Eventually, there are several unknown people coming into our apartment from downstairs. It is as I expect. My wife’s mother and youngest sister have no matching DNA and there are no records she is related or even associated with her. It is a relief to be justifiably victorious in this scenario though I have to “upgrade” one of the females into a higher-ranking police officer to take everyone else away. The first set of clothes do not quite fit, so I have to make a couple minor adjustments as they balloon out slightly before taking a perfect fit to her form. She is patient enough to accept the slightly slower transition before going fully into character. I go into a long speech, asking the others present, including a ship’s captain it seems, about why people like this are not put into mental institutions so as not to create problems for other people - and I also mention how she has caused problems for over two hundred people with false crime reports and continuously lying to government agencies, including while pretending to be different people. (I reflect on how she once eventually and unexpectedly ended up talking to the person she was pretending to be over the telephone, which was quite amusing.)

I activate my keypad and press the number “8” (middle of third row of four rows - 1 2 3, 4 5 6, 7 8 9, * 0 #) for a “portal” in the form of a bathroom (which symbolizes purification during transitions) with two opposite doors - the entrance doorway of which forms on a hallway wall, to either wake or go into a different dream. The room is slightly cramped, but all of my family members walk through the doorway, to go to the other doorway that opens into a hallway of a different dream. A boy, who may be a younger version of my oldest son, seems to be spitting up any negative energies from the previous dream scenario. Meanwhile, two very heavyset women have an argument and eventual physical fight as the previous section of my dream loses cohesion and they do not regard my presence at all (possibly triggered by two or more people yelling on the street outside our home in real life).

I end up at a different party with an alternate version of my wife who is not that much like her - probably a glitch in the intended scenario which I cannot remember setting.

I say hello to Dagwood Bumstead and Blondie, who are sitting on different armchairs and drinking cocktails near the main entrance of the apartment. They look like real people and not comic strip characters for the most part. However, Dagwood looks a bit unusual with his odd hairstyle (as in the comic strip) as well as a bit frail. I converse with them for a time. Dagwood’s boss is also there but I cannot remember his name. I settle on “Mr. Bagely” (bagel-lee) but that is not correct and this is after I think of “Mr. Beasley” - who is actually the mailman. (The boss’s last name is actually “Dithers”.) I ask his boss what sort of advertising they mostly do and he says “furniture”, which is not reflective of the real-life comic (it is actually a construction company).

My alternate wife is conversing with an unknown female (or another version of my wife) who is standing undressed near her armchair and I recognize that two unrelated lines from the scripting likely got cross-linked and glitched-out and I become annoyed. I decide to leave because the music (though not that loud) is annoying as well. I go out and discover that the area looks a bit like Gillette Street but also with Rose Street elements (in reality that area of Rose Street is completely different now, not remotely resembling how it looked in the 1960s). A heavyset man follows me down the street as I walk east (on the south side of the street) and I turn, materializing a gun in my right hand to shoot him, but instead, a huge powerful stream of water comes out and knocks him down from over fifteen feet away. Another man on the opposite side of the street starts pointing and laughing as if in relief he is not in much danger. As I continue, I am ready to take to the air, but I notice Smokey the Bear, carrying a shovel, emerging from a poster on an alleyway wall and he will possibly be problematic as he heads toward me. Apparently, he may be able to fly as well, so I press the hash key (meaning “turn my dream off”) and am out of there. (I have no idea why Smokey the Bear appeared, though I often have pyrokinetic abilities in dreams, but did not use any in this one - the shovel possibly related to mortality or concern of being buried. However, there is also a brief reflection on a rather crude comedic poster I had as a teenager that displayed “forest fires prevent bears” as a spoof on the Smokey Bear public service announcements.)

November 22, 2014

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I was at home, and my mom had taken a trip of some sort. It was indefinite in length, and apparently when it's just dad, we just drink a lot of beer?

I was walking out in the backyard, and found out my parents had bought the field behind the house and built a hotel on the land. From the outside it appeared to be just a huge concrete cube or something. Rather ugly in general.

But when I went inside, I was blown away at the exotic beauty of the whole place. It was wide-open but also cramped in a very colorful way. I walked around the first floor, and was fascinated with all of it. The dining area was all sort of carved or shaped out of natural clay and then painted and textured with bright colors. The stools were in all different shapes and sizes. No two tables were the same. There were also quite a few mirrors all around the building.

At some point I had to go to the bathroom. It was a largish room with separate little rooms for stalls, and low-lit. It was co-Ed. When I was in my stall, there was a knock on the door and a face popped over the top, they told me and everyone else in the stalls to stand up for some sort of game/bonding experience...

After I managed to get out of that situation, I was sitting in my backyard watching a sky-writer that was hired for the opening of the hotel. But apparently the sky-writer was in a bad mood, because he was writing out peoples' deppest, darkest secrets.