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I had a new dream last night involving my mom, sister, and my granddads old Plymouth Reliant. This is the first time I have had one of these dreams in several months and this one was different from any of the others I have had.

When this dream started, me and my sister were at the pool we used to spend a lot of time at when we were pre-teens and teens. I was playing with some friends when we heard thunder and then the lifeguards ordered everyone out of the pool and the off of the pool deck.

Soon my mom showed-up to give me and my sister a ride home. We got our bikes which we had rode there and the followed her out to the parking lot where granddads Tan Plymouth Reliant was parked. The exterior of the car looked like it always did when he was alive & healthy. It looked like it had just been washed and waxed.

When we got to the passenger side, my mom unlocked the front passenger side door and then told me and my sister to sit down on the front seat. I stood aside for my sister to get in but mom pointed to the middle of the tan vinyl bench seat and told me I was sitting there. I reluctantly got in; scooted over; and fastened the tan lap belt around my waist and then my sister sat down in the passenger seat on my right and fastened her tan shoulder belt.

Mom then reached behind us to unlock the back passenger side door and then closed us in and then put out bikes in the back seat. When she had then in, she went over and talked to anther mom picking up some kids while me and my siter waited in the car for her. While we were waiting, I noticed the interior of the Reliant was also super clean like my granddad always kept it when he drove the car.

A few minutes later, my mom was unlocking the driver side door and then sitting down in the driver seat on my left side. My put the key in the ignition and gave it a turn and the reliant started right-up. This is the first time I can ever remember the reliant starting up in any of the dreams where I was riding between my sister and mom in it. She pulled out of the parking lot heading towards our house.

As we were driving towards our house, mom told us she need to run by the grocery to pick up a few things for dinner and then right after that we were in the parking lot of the grocery we used to shop at. As she was parking and then cutting off the car, she told us it would only take her a few minutes and for us to stay buckled in the car since we were in our pool close. She then rolled down the driver side window before getting out of the car and the closing us in. I saw her walking towards the grocery and then disappearing inside.

Not long after my mom went into the store, there was a really loud clap of thunder and then the bottom fell out and it started to pour down rain. I quickly reached over and rolled up the driver side window while my sister rolled-up the passenger side window.

It then kept raining harder and harder while me and my sister were stuck waiting in the car for mom to get done in the store and come back. The rain was so hard that we couldn't see the grocery store and sometimes was coming down hard enough that we couldn't even see the car parked on either side of use. Sometimes the right would start to ease-up and I would hope mom could make it out to the car but then it would start raining heavier again. There was nothing me and my sister could do but stay buckled in our seats in the car and wait for the rain to ease up.

As me and my sister continued to wait, the car started to become more and more stuffy and we both noticed something really stunk but couldn't figure out what was causing the odor. Since there was really heavy and mom had the keys with her, there was nothing we could do to get fresh air in the car.

After a few more times of thinking the rain was about to stop only to have it get heavy again, it finally died down enough for mom to make a run from the grocery to the car with her grocery bags in hand. As she was walking in front of the car, I reached over and opened the driver side door and she quickly thew her grocery bags in the back seat and then sat down in the driver seat next to me and slammed the driver side door shut. As she was putting the key in the ignition, she also noticed the odor and told us that something really stunk. She turn turned the key to start the car, but the engine would only turn over and not fire-up. She kept turning the key trying to start the car but could not get it to start. While she was trying to start the car, she told us she thought that one of us had stepped in poo and then looked down and noticed there was dog poop on my shoe. I woke up from this dream about the time she said this before she went back to trying to start the car.

I am in, what is in my mind at least, Scotland. I’m looking up at gentle green hills as I float down a narrow, stone ravine. The water seems shallow and slow moving. The sun peeks out from behind a hill and causes a glare which I shade with my hand. The scene seems tranquil and special. There is something about me thinking about what if it was a dream. Now I’m somewhere different but related with a middle aged foreign seeming lady that I’ve just met. I end up asking her where she’s from. She replies with ‘Vina’, which I think is in Scotland. I ask if it’s southern and she says no, that it’s more North than the North Pole. The conversation then easily moves to me staying there with her. I want to, and think I start making travel plans.

I’m at work and walking from the direction of the second office to the front counter. I notice the regular Lance talking to the new Ethan at the computer closest to me. Lance must have asked if something is in; without even looking, Ethan tells him something like we haven’t gotten our shipment or he would’ve heard about it. This irritates me because I know it is here. I interject “meet me in the parking lot, Lance.” What I have for him is a simple looking black handgun. I slip it into my waistband (of my athletic shorts?) which is not sturdy, as it ends up in a few different places. I go between the two offices looking for the box of ammo that I know I have, but can’t find it anywhere. I end up walking out without it. Lance has been waiting right outside the door; I walk off to the side a bit with him, not sure how discreet this should be. He looks happy when I pull it out and hand it to him, handle first. We’re right outside of a truck full of unfamiliar people that he must know. I get into the truck, everyone in camo and similar outdoor gear, and it feels like we’re setting out for a trip. We are sitting on what feels like a water bed in the bed of the truck. We’re on a dirt road up in the hills and climbing some steep inclines. The one we’re on right now becomes almost vertical, but we drive right up and over it. I wonder what it’ll be like to come back down this. We’re parked now and I get out. This area looks like a small crater or bowl. The view is of the entire surrounding area and is impressive. I think we’re going to be spending the night here, which I am fine with.

I’m at Smith’s, buying two bottles of water and a six pack of beer (I think a Sierra Nevada IPA). I push the cart into the self checkout area and go to one at the end. There’s a flashing light to the right of the screen but I still figure that it’s open. I scan the beer first and the system calls for an attendant. A female employee looks over at me a couple of times but never comes over. I look at the screen and see the whole transaction has been canceled. Irritated, I quickly walk over to the regular checkout. It feels weird to be walking through it this way, but I see another guy doing it ahead of me. An older lady opens a display door into my cart and it makes a loud sound because I’m walking so fast. She says “holy shit”, but I keep moving. In the line now, there is what looks like a mom and older son. They’re a little scruffy, I think in pajamas. They are dividing the cart into three separate purchases. I set my stuff down when space is available and the clerk moves it all the way to her while she finishes talking to the customers. She now greets me and I hand her my ID right away. She tilts it a bit and says ‘we’ll have to take this’, walking away with it. I say ‘okay’, turning up both my palms, a little confused. My best guess is that it’s expired. She returns and hands it back, except I see that it’s a small stack of JCP cards with my mom’s name on them. Oddly enough, Mom is now here, to my right. I dig through my wallet and find Melissa’s ID, showing it to the clerk, humorously saying that my girlfriend is [21 or 25]. I then find mine and notice that I have a mustache in the picture.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

Some girl and two guys are doing some investigation. The girl sometimes is me and sometimes is someone else and I just watch her as in a movie. The guys, one is a ginger pale tall dude and the other is a brown hair guy, both cute in very different styles. They gather at a park and then head to the house of an asian-american guy whom they want to join them solving some mistery. He lives in a mansion with high security and they know his family has lots of guns in a safe. He is forbidden (by his parents, maybe?) to go out, but he sneaks out through a back door and somehow tricks the security system. But doesn't bring any guns. Anyway, the girl is the leader of the group. She leads them to some cliffs and while they are doing recons in their separate ways, she slips and falls. In reality there was no real danger to her life, but the pale guy somehow appears right away as if he has a 6th sense and helps her very heroically. Then the other guy comes by and clearly is upset that the other one scored some points with her. I am watching this from the outside and get the feeling that this is a cheap imitation of Twilight love triangle and I think to myself: "Really"? Then I am her again, and walk in her body as they all enter a car and leave.
Then I meet my mom and first we're talking in her kitchen but suddenly we are at some doctor's office. Along with us, many people await in the waiting room to be called for an appointment. While we wait, I am checking my social media and Zilla invites me to collaborate on her new blog. I feel like it's a waste of time as she wont continue it for long and I have long stopped deluding myself with such projects. I then recall a blog I left hanging, but maybe will return to it some day. Then I hear someone announcing something in an intercomm somewhere outside the waiting room. I go to the corridor to check if they are calling someone for the doctor appointment, but all I find is many other waiting rooms each one with intercomms and many names being called. I am confused and go one by one trying to understand if my name is being called in any of them.

Jamie

Took Place in Canmore, (Where I am now) I was in a cross between the Canmore mcdonald's and staff accommodations. Jamie was coming to live and work here or something. Bir was saying what the plans were for me and jamie to work together, we were outside at night time. Fast forward I was talking To Jamill and he said, "Jamie was here to see you". I thought it was real life. She was sitting at some table She gave me a hug. She was blond and overweight. I mistakenly made some comment about that and she seemed a tad upset. We starts walking somewhere I begin to ask her if she remembers or reads and of the dreams... Then I wake up.

I had other dreams throughout the week that were vivid but I can't recall them now.

I am dreaming a story out. In the story, a village was destroyed, and a small group of children were the only survivors. A woman who was actually a goddess with a special relationship with the village was going to take care of all of them. She was apparently Skuld. All the gods had been gradually losing their powers, her included, so she was (I thought) really more of a demigod.

A man who had left the village some time back has independently decided to return to take care of the children as well. (I was playing with the idea of his actually having been exiled from it at some point.) He had not been a particularly responsible person up until then and had led a rather rough life but genuinely cared about doing this. He was a bit suspicious of the goddess-woman since the village wasn’t large, and he didn’t recognize her, and so he didn’t see why she was involved at all. Both of them were portrayed as characters from a story I thought of sometime when I was a teenager but never did anything with. They played notably different roles in the dream.

-23.6.22

Other interesting dreams recently:

-Cleaning under my bed in childhood home #4, I find an open box of graham crackers. It turns out to be full of cicadas, which makes me happy because I like cicadas and because I was thinking at first it was going to be wasps.

-While visiting a friend, I go out looking for a coffee shop in a location that’s dream-familiar but accidentally end up in a public area overlooking congress. I discreetly leave at the earliest possible moment and find the coffee shop nearby.

-In another dream-familiar city, I go to higher ground to avoid rising floodwater and end up near a tent city. Notable in that I could smell it as well as hear the people talking there.

-Descending a staircase into an underground area, accompanied by full orchestration. Unfortunately, all I can remember about the music was that it was in 4/4 time, and timpani were playing on beats 1 and 3.

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+ is 1st dream attack of the bomber. In a place with some people, some go off to a room to the side to fight with an enemy, if he does there is this other guy who will take his place for the next fight, but if he does you'd better run as the attacker will come for you. That happens then I'm in the back yard art of CH the attacker throws a small ball at me, it's a bomb, it lands on the ground, it's slightly lemon shaped and half black and half white with perhaps some symbols on it, It has a message like "Goodbye, you're dead" written on it. I'm standing down by the fish pond facing the lemon tree. I decide to try to escape the explosion I throw this ball back away from me and I'm running up through the flower beds along the right side of the property (right of the lemon tree) I get up to the street and I'm not obliterated yet so I keep going, turn right and head down FrLn. Going down the hill There are a lot of motorcycle carts so that you're driven by black guys and carts I guess they're body collectors it's a gang and moving among them, I get away this way.

+ I'm on a commuter train like a metro train with my luggage arriving at an airport the Train stops and people get off to the left, and I have to go back a few rows to my luggage, there is a backpack with some books that are protruding out of the top and I wonder if people have looked at them. I picked it up and make my way to the exit but the train door closes the train starts going, and I'm panicking. The right side of the train is open (no wall) and the platform is starting to to go by at high speed. I'm thinking of jumping but decide not to because it looks too fast. I get to the next stop and I have to make my way forwards through all of the airport gates to get to where I'm going to my connection. I don't have much time. There are a lot of airport gates check in gates from different companies, from Middle Eastern airlines most of the airlines seem to be named by 3 letter acronyms and I'm looking for a particular one, I think I'm having trouble finding it.

+ I'm arriving to some place in the snow in the car and I pull into a parking space on the right in a spot where the curb opens up to the right in front of a large (pile of snow?) and I noticed that there are also sort of a strip mall of businesses in front of me to the right, about 50 yards farther. I'm thinking about other people parking all around me.

+ (maybe earlier) I'm arriving to someplace I think in (current country) it's like a school or a sports camp I arrived to the building a wooden building and I'm welcomed by a staff greeter who I think is a young woman and she takes me up to the 2nd floor the 2nd floor and the upper floor is for basketball the décor is old dark reddish Brown wood very rich color old looking and we get to the 2nd floor and the ceiling is very low and it's quite low even for a regular room and I'm thinking "there's no way we're gonna be able to play basketball in that space." and the kids start arriving A lot of them are shirtless young men there are some girls but looking at the guys they're all very muscly very young they don't have their shirts on and I'm thinking well if I'm gonna have to take off my shirt they're gonna laugh at me cause make some kind of fat by comparison.

+ tennis dream I'm practicing taking some strokes I think it's in our room in an indoor facility my opponent will be coming soon and I want to look very impressive by taking some very strong ground strokes working on some backhands And some forehands but the ball seems to always go too low or too wide too wide, these would not be legal shots in a real game.

+ [vague] Sort of a combat dream outdoors obstacle course [this one unfortunately has faded] there's also something about having to choose someone as if they're an opponent or a friend and they're all sort of young men 1 of them is very fat I don't know how I've faded a bit unfortunately and there are some tall fences and maybe some tanks and climbing along walls moving between areas

+ (earlier) With S1 and S2. I'm moving through a house like our PTL house with S2 and where arguing about the rhythm or the meter of the opening notes to Beethoven's 5th (da-da-da-duuuummmmmm) and he thinks it's a triplet and I know it's 2/4 signature (eighth notes with a eighth note rest)

another scene S1 is very angry at us I have an impression of city scape S1 is like leaving S2 and me, leaving us forever, because you are the ones who you did something to me or took something for me. (Something about coats?)

a brief scene where S2 is being horribly abused (or it's a dare?) by S1 and some other kid, they're in a public bathroom standing at a row of sinks and S2 has impaled his entire left nostril on a whole faucet, the complete faucet structure is entirely up into his nose and the skin of his nose is horribly stretched and enlarged from this. Then S2 stand up and pulls his nose off the faucet, and the nostril remains horribly enlarged hanging from his face like an empty sack. This repeats a few times I'm thinking this is quite a horrible thing.

The earlier dreams were at 4 AM the later dreams the final waking was about 7:15

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

I am a warrior, maybe a samurai. I am protecting a large group of inahbitants in the mountains. My guru is among them. There is a big eruption in the mountain and the ground is oepning up and lava flowing out of it and everyone running in all directions. I manage to escape and lead many away with me and to the safety of some caves in another mountain past a bridge. Then, some sort of alien monster attacks me, the size of an elephant with tentacles. But I find a weapon that also seems alien to me, quite big, like a staph with a large bulb on top which shoot lasers and I manage to kill the monster with it. The villagers gather around for some decision making in a safe room around a table. I see my guru there and I still crave for his kind words and attention. I am expecting something from him, but he doesn't address me. I decide to stay humbly in my position by the door and guard people. But at some point I feel like I need to leave for good. I have done my job and need to find my peace of mind again, away from everything. So I announce I will be going back home, for which I need to cross again a dangerous path through the land of other monsters. They try to change my mind, but I feel too hurt to stay. As I cross the bridge separating the mountains, I see spectres approaching and I find out I have achieved super speed like Flash and can move away from them without them ever posing a threat. I call the guru from afar, hoping he too has the same powers and can meet me later wherever I am.

I am staying at some kind of posh old hostel, maybe in the 30s. It is early morning and I am starving, so I go get a snack from the cafeteria. The lady serving the food says I must eat and pay for the proper breakfast but I explain I just need some sugar as I feel lightheaded and will come back later for the breakfast, so she agrees to hand me some snack. Then I am planning to take a shower and look for the bathrooms on my floor. Realize I am wearing a transparent baby doll and not exactly adequately dressed to go around the corridor, so I find a ladies toilet and go inside looking for a towel to wrap myself on. Find a strange looking mirror on the wall. Almost got lucid when wondering why there is no reflection of my image on the mirror, only to find out it is actually a door with a window covered in paper on the other side. I feel like any pervert could open a hole or lift a corner of the paper and look inside and that is stupid. As I think that, a guy peaks in from the next compartment and I get pissed. I go outside, open the door of the next compartment where he his and I punch his face. But wonder who the idiot was that put the paper on the side of the men's toilet and not on the ladies'.
Some other girl comes rushing to defend him. She is his lover or something and won't believe that he was peaking. Accuses me of teasing men by being half naked on the hallways. I decide to leave and get dressed. Then I get lost in a corridor that connects to an abandoned area of the building. I go down some stairs and find a basement full of trash. I remove some stuff blocking a door and I find 4 or 5 kids with terror in their eyes. But they are not really kids, but living and moving cloth and yarn dolls of animals and other strange characters. But I consider them as kids. They don't talk, but I know what they feel and think. They've been kidnapped and are afraid their kidnapper will come back soon. I bring them with me. Meanwhile their kidnappper comes back and she is some woman wanted for murder. People thought she had died, but she has been hiding in here all that time. She sees me, she blocks my exit and I need to find a new exit. I am carrying the kids against my chest, as they are actually dolls. I find a window at the street level and I break and jump through it. She chases me. I run to a bar or casino whose owner is by the door. He ows me a favor, so I tell him to call the cops and the media and bring them to the tailor shop. I go there, because the tailor is the murderer's father. I assume he's been helping her out, or at least that bringing her to him will have some emotional effect and give me a chance to escape. And in fact he is surprised to see her, but not that much. Clearly he just wasn't expecting to see her there, but they've been seeing each other. I am blocked inside the tailor's shop and they think they got it under control. They discuss how to kill me and hide the kids again, but then the cops and press appear and they are caught in the act. I announce that she's the killer they've been looking for, that the father was her accomplice and then to top if of, I show them the children I have been hiding insde my jacket and ask them to check for matches with missing kids. Everybody treats me like I am the hero of the century.

transcription of speech-to-text voice recorder notes, cleaned up a bit

Early:
+ [long, fairly vivid & present] CH invader, black brass band spewing brown paint from tubas
My Drive
I'm inside my CH parents bedroom and I am looking and I'm bothered by some people down below they are I'm looking down out on the terrace and I see some bums about 20 years old mulling around the below neighbor's property at the property line right-hand side (sandbox area) in the dark the trees and one of them's going off to the left and like peeing there and thinking about how can I get rid of these guys they're bothering me it was either smoke or noise or something and I have a spray bottle and I think can I reach them with a spray bottle? and I really want to do that?

When I start spraying the group that's kind of to the right and one of them breaks off and starts like coming up moving along the left towards the back lawn to come up to the stairs and I think hes very aggressive and I'm now on the main deck and I'm following his progress and hes coming up he's very aggressive andhe's pratically up to the to the deck and then I pick up a wrench from the deck I'm running along the deck around the corner to the left to try to meet and confront him. And hes charging at me on the on the deck and I've got the squirt bottle I'm squirting him with the with water and I've got the threatening him with the wrench but he comes right at me and you know kind of pushed his crashes up into me and then he moves immediately into the house into the screen door he opens the screen door and I'm screaming at him to get out and he goes through the kitchen and through the back porch

at some point I make a phone call to 911 and I'm screaming about how there's an " emergency! emergency! emergency! fucking emergency!" "like life-or-death! get here immediately!" And somewhere along the line in the back porch I'm able to subdue him and get him to lie on his face and get his arms behind his back and I don't have any restraints or handcuffs but I'm kneeling on the small of his back with my knee on his hands

then someone's ringing at the front door I think it's the police and I'm going and open the door and it's my dad standing on on the front porch 2 old washed up security guards with blue shirts on them and looking at them I'm thiking "are they police?" "do they have weapons?" and I think that it's clear that they're not police and don't have weapons and there's some other person Maybe a woman on the porch And I say "are you fucking kidding me!?" (I think these guys will be entirely insufficient to handle the situation) and the security guys push their way in to the house, they rush in with I don't know something very small either guns or some useless weapon and at that the criminal invader leaps up off the floor and rushes to meet them and now hes got a full sized assault rifle and hes pointing it at them and they're struggling hand to hand and they're trying to not get shot and I joined the struggle this is happening all in the landing by the front door

We're all struggling and at some point my dad says like "For God's sake [my name] shoot him!!!!" and I'm sort of petrified I'm I'm not sure what to do I don't really want or shoot him but I don't have anything to shoot him with anyway and I'm looking on the top of the buffet which is behind the invader hes facing the front door and hes facing the security guys and I see that all the weapons all the guns have all been dismantled and all of their components the rods the Springs leavers triggers everything are all laid out on the buffet and there's no way I'll be able to reassemble these things and in time to be able to do anything

And this point the police come but they've arrived at the back porch and I sort of see them there and I rushed to open the back porch door to let them in at this point the house is full of people and I'm trying to direct the police to the invader and the invader notices that police coming for him and he runs away, going around the other side of the pathway through house he's like going through the living room to the dining room, I see him from the back porch hallway door to the dining room, he's moving towards the kitchen and out to the back porch door while I'm pointing out to the police, "there he is! There he is! That's him!" (as he's moving from room to room) he runs up back steps up to the street.

Up on the street, he's apparently been caught by the police and hes being led up to a Van but a news organization has arrived before on the street and in the Van and there are people like there's a woman with scratches and bloody scratches on her face I don't know how she got those and I think this criminal invader is shaking the hands with somebody like someone he knows ( and there's something about the interacting with these people up on the street).

When I'm back inside The house and my and there's my mom and she's put a little padlock onto the front door lock handle, it doesn't in reality have a way to put a padlock there but she did it because there's something oozing through the locks and it's like a very sticky is like frosting and I open up the front door and I see the whole front door is covered with frosting and then someone is spraying frosting on our front door and I look And this is not real life layout but there's like a fence running the along the property line and on the other side of the fence is an apartment complex and there's something like a woman standing there in the yard very aggressive and spraying holding a big hose and spraying the frosting on our front door and and there's a whole big confrontation with all these social Justice Warriors people on the other side of this fence With me having you know defended my home and and my sister is there and they're accusing me of shooting invaders, and I say, "Yeah, I wish I was on a tower with a sniper rifle!" and these people are I think God now are home is going to be a permanent target for the social Justice Warrior people.

This goes on for a while and then I notice there is a guest(s) walking through the house who has been covered in Brown paint . And I"m thinking "Oh, God, what is this?!" Moving back to the kitchen the back porch side of the house and it turns out that there's like a brass band playing up on the street and the their brass instruments are full of paint and while they're playing them and blowing into them the paint is getting blown onto people so there are lots of people now here are covered with paint and as I'm approaching this there's a young black man very young teen or a tween even and he's wearing a suit, this brass band is made up entirely of black musicians. I sort of shoo him along Pushing on his back going to this group and say something like well "I know you're part of the group because he's black and they're black!" I get up closer and they're all standing on the sidewalk so they're not actually on my property I think "Oh, ho! Very clever! They're not actually violating my property but they're still bothering us. And there's an older man part of this group, more of a director and I'm talking to him and saying "Oh, yeah, very clever, well done."


Then I'm meeting with some people, an older guy and maybe someone else and I want a gun and so I'm asking him if I can take a look at his revolver, because revolvers are very reliable and they won't jam up and I say, "Hey, could I look at it?" He agrees and hands me something made of glass, a glass bowl (with tubes?) and I'm confused, "Where's the metal part?! ... the part where you put the bullets?! It's not the gun I wanted

Then I'm in a sports complex (I go through a security checkopint/turnstyle?) and I'm doing stuff and I turn around a corner and there's a swimming pool and despite I think about my shoulders I still want to swim so I start swimming actually feels pretty good. There are other people around in the water. I reach the end/edge and turn aroundand then go back and swim to the other side and the pool is suddenly packed with people, mostly fairly young kids and I'm kind of I'm thinking the pool is a little bit too short for a decent exercise but still I'm trying to swim through the crowds but I can't do any kind of lap swimming cause there's too many kids And I'm pushing through them and

[MEO 2022-06-22 #1]

and I'm sort of walking through the water towards the side where we can get out and then something happens gets kind of dark and I realize the water is getting deeper and that This is a change from how things were and I well I can't go that way so I have to turn around and go back and it's kind of hard to move and I realized that I've gotten turned around and it was going to the wrong end of the pool into the deep end. I get back to the side where we can get out and so there are some young men there and they're nearby on benches with nearby display cases: vertical display cases, rotating display cases, full of things like pencil erasers and maybe mechanical pencil parts and I'm trying to get this kid off my shoulders and I lean forward and it doesn't really come off and then end up putting him on his head very clumsily and also out of his pockets (he's a boy now) and out of his pockets fall a big pile of pencil erasers and pencil parts.

Later:

+ There is the archery tanline I'm looking at my skin as it is very big black kind of stripes and patterns especially in my right arm I think that's when I was sitting outside like talking to some guy earlier. and there's some geometrical shapes on the untanned withe untanned skin and I think that's why I was wearing a kind of an arm protector, may be for archery and there was one little narrow band that extended up into my inner elbow.

+ earlier There was a meeting at a school registration desk where I was handed a small square electronic tablet with a screen on it I'm supposed to use that for registering or something and I'm talking to the young women which are there at the desk,

+ in an apartment not moving not aware of my body talking with someone just noticing being aware of I was comparing it to things that I saw to another place and also imaginary and false memory which I thought I knew. So I'm standing in a kitchen from the perspective of the kitchen there's a counter at my left with a sort of column and counter/bar dining room. There's an entrance area to in front of me and then a corner sort of a living sitting room area (ahead and to my left behind the counter). I'm noticing the objects around the room: there's a desk with 3 monitors on it displaying some image. They're positioned so that they can be seen from like all the angles of the room: one pointing to the right, 1 sort of oriented the middle, one oriented to the left.

And there were kind of little doodads I don't know stuffed toys or objects sort of colorful. They were located at the floorboards ahead of me in the entryway and to the left of the table with monitors in the living room. And with whovever I was there (also not visible) was I was I was remarking on the striking similarity of this room to the other one the other apartment the other place I knew. and I was thinking there's some kind of a standard template that they must use in these apartments.

+ [vague] In some sort of Service place like a building with service counter some kind of a business where you can get service done and it had something to do with "company N", and I was talking with <president of company N> later, then I mentioned that I wanted to use his service and I said Hey you know you guys could also use ours (a trade).

+ meeting with my cousin sitting at a table with a meal and he was asking me for help in marketing and I was very uncomfortable am really quite terrible at marketing. but he wanted to me to do it. He said, "It is really easy you just need to call people and tell them about the benefits of all these vitamins," and then I guess he handed me some materials that have written information about the health benefits of these various you know standard sort of vitamins.

+ I was at a quiz talking to a woman giving the questions, the are about very specific things of places of names and buildings -- sort of Trivia contest I think it's centered around the University of [my 2nd Uni] and I have a piicture [it's a false memory and not a realistic picture] of the campus North South East West and there were some questions I was asking about North and South I was clarifying some of the questions and there were like 2 questions I got both of them wrong and I was amazed in the dream I was amazed that I got these wrong and thought I really knew this place and I was thinking about like oh I used to walk that path you know to the gym all the time and all the time

+ and there's another little bit about a guy who died sort of related to Maybe the cousin meeting where he's asking me for help. this guy was also signing up to work on various aspects of some important problem and he was signing up to work on "3, 4, and 5." whatever these points were and someone comes up and says he (whatever his name was, forgot), " oh he died!" it looks like he died because his name disappeared from some sort of computer registry and we're all sort of shocked and don't know what to do

+ final scene was sort of with a child's push toy or a push card and I'm outside and [people are] accumulating candies or stuff for kids and there are some also some adults nearby (Indian maybe) and they're reaching across the cart getting in the way of its movement and getting in the way of me doing whatever I'm doing and they're reaching for like these shelves of snacks and chocolates and candies and things to the left.

We decided to try on his 2nd night with us bringing the new puppy (4 months) up to the 2nd floor to see how he does and so he can be closer to us at night. Went OK, but sleep was interrupted at 6am (late bedtime, too, around midnight) when the little feller needed to go outside (didn't make it in time).

No recall. I even was able to sleep more. I definitely dreamed both before and after the 6am event, but my mind moved immediately to doggy upon waking and recall vanished. Recall seems much more fragile recently.

After the last astral dream I decided to use this mantra when going to sleep, "no sex in lucid dreams, look around, be aware, ask questions." I did this on this occasion.

I am in my grandmother's house where much of my childhood happened. I am dealing with confusing stuff (items) involving past girlfriends and clutter. Grandma is there and I tell her to get a storage shed. I realize at this point that it is a dream as She and her house are dream signs as both are of the past only. I go out the door and my mother is outside. She tries to engage with me but I explain that this is just a dream. Why do I always explain to DCs that I am dreaming? She questions thiss, so I point out that G-ma died many years ago and the house was torn down. I see another DC in the drive way and make this a pretty female and cause her to walk to us. I demonstrate to DC mom that I can control new DC like a puppet and demonstrate that the DC does not react. I am not focused and take the hot DC over into the yard and proceed to act as you may imagine a teen boy with highly tuned LD skills may act. She easily bends to my will. There is mud in the yard and we are dirty bt I ignore that.
Wait! I hear the mantra! "no sex in lucid dreams, look around, be aware, ask questions." I dismiss the image of the DC and she is gone. I am embarrassed that "THEY" may be watching me and i went straight to gratifying sexual urges. (very common theme in my training.) I intend on shifting into the astral which I have never found a firm formula for doing. Set the intent and then pass through the boundary to the dream often depicted as water. As I set this intention the yard starts to flood and it is cold. I use dream imagery to picture tropical water full of pretty fish and a nice temp. I work my way out to the street and waves of water are filling the land. I rise and fall getting swept off my feet. I dive below hoping to make the transition. This carries me high up on what i am visualizing as a wall. I see high up what looks like an elevator door. I keep trying and the waves take me higher until I reach the door and push the button.
Upon pushing the button I appear in the dark (dry) in some other place. It is dark but I can see myself just fine. I regain my composure and focus on intricate hand mudras to razor focus my awareness. I start walking into the dark while doing the mudras. She (from last Astral dream) is there now sitting on a chair with a small audience of youth she appears to be instructing. I look her in the eyes and think something at her like "lucid dream." I sense she is not to be interrupted. This area seems to be on a campus and others are milling about. Well here I am, but how to go about learning more details? I focus on complex mudras while I stroll and start intoning a chant. The chant seems to be come naturally but is not one i remember knowing. It just seems to flow out. I have a feeling as if she is following me with her consciousness but remaining out of sight.
Now the weird stuff: I am approached by a tall stout entity who is focusing his gaze on me (see last astral dream) this entity seems unfamiliar. His energy comes across as a philosopher. We lock eyes in that special telepathic way. He asks if he can help me. I express that I know this is a dream, but is it also something else. Do you have an existence of your own separate from me? Can you explain all this astral stuff? Your types interactions with me?
He seems sort of busy but takes time to try and give me an answer. I tried to interoperate what was being conveyed but what I came up with is confusing. the following is what I could recall and bring out with me. "I want you to read the following text to give you a foundation, it is The Religious Correspondences of Orius, The Ideologies." He also started giving me what felt lke a philosophy lecture I was failing to grasp along these lines, "if I eat, they will go hike. No action is ever isolated." He shows me something in his hand like a paper he has written on. I try to read it and grasp what it is, such as the name of the book or something, but it does not make sense. As I focus intently on this paper I end up awake.
Sadly upon awaking my google searches hit a dead end on trying to find any reference to the book much less to the name Orius. I also tried Orsisus as I seem to remember it both ways. Despite not finding the book here in modern day Earth I am excited by the last couple dreams.

Some early recall forgotten, vague impressions come and go but nothing's sticking

Brought home a new puppy yesterday, life's going to change considerably. Dreaming probably will go (again!) on the back burner. I'll try to keep up mindfulness in the presence of the new chaos. It will probably be a great exercise of lucid awareness under the stress of constant supervision and management of the doggy.

Despite the late bedtime and the crazy day yesterday, did manage some recall at around 5-6 hours.

Clearest dream:

+ with (family?) going to a restaurant. outside, twilight, we approach an area (with a lot of signs? advertising the restaurants?) on a hill, past a gate? We go in to one, and the tables are laid out also going up a hillside. My family (?) goes up to a table up the hill and sits down, and I stand to the side with a waiter (or Maitre D'?) and were talking.

Waiter: You said you'd get here at 7:02 and now it's 7:05. (We're losing money of this? He thinks this is a bad thing and he's berating me)
Me: (something like: It's no big deal, we're here now so all is fine)

I also talk to him about some perhaps illicit activity or purchase that we had previously agreed on carrying out(?)

[Then some fragments, part of the same dream or not, not sure]

+[f] walking outside, on a road, (near a sidewalk?), I see a very deep dirt depression in the road (tire marks)

+[f] There's a young woman, part of the plot, and we're supposed to meet a young man. I see one but he's not the one I expected: he has very hairy and heavily tattoo'd arms

+[f] the process of sitting down around a table with a group

I'm back to voice journaling in bed before getting up. I'm trying out the speech-to-text features as well. There will be a lot of typos and misunderstood words, I'll try to clean them up. Looking to get a lot more detail recorded this way! And spend less time transcribing the voice notes into the DJ.

bedtime: ~23:30?

~ 05:00

Think it's time to try a WILD
But generally go right back to sleep

Summary's 1st dream earlier wake time about 5 AM at the G's (FB friend afro american family) house picking up raisins & things like strips of beef jerky with a vacuum before throwing them away into a bag, and then I realized that there are symbols written on to the jerky, a serious of arrows, I think these are movements video game hints written on the back of the jerky, and these are directional button presses for controls for a game console. I take the jerky out of the bag and put it back. The room I'm in is like my parents room in my CH. My head/eyes are on ground level, and I'm looking at the accumulated junk that I've been picking up.

I'll go down the stairs and I hear screaming/yelling and go down the stairs and Mrs. G is there this is the black family. I move quickly down the stairs, I descend quickly. I glance down and see my legs briefly, I think they don't know that I'm in the house And I get down there and I think oh no they're gonna freak out because of a white man in their house they say oh yeah look there was a white man here but she recognizes me and we hug and she says "It's great to see yo ass!!" with that t I do a little twerking dance don't I just kind of shake my ass I stick back and stick my butt out and kind of shake it left and right.

Later leaving the house, out on the street, and there's an alarm I don't know the like the kids all have to go somewhere and so I guess you might be there and the interesting back into some sort of cabinet or there's an alarm console and I think the police are coming.


final waking ~ 08:30

other dreams OK quickly summaries
+ Comps and launch Vegas leading to menus of complexes including lobster and lobster in lamb another. I've been betting and losing at a table. I come up to a pit boss and say hey how about some comps. He (she?) immediately hands me a number of different pieces of paper with numbers and words written on them. I think I may have to spend more money to be able to get any use out of them at all. I think that they know how much money I've lost and they give me comps for less than the value that I've lost, and that this is the way they make money, even if the give out comps, but you have to ask for the comps in order to get them. They're mostly for restaurants, and the menu involves lamb and lobster in most of the cases.

+ finding my group we got some Piece of paper with the address of where they are and it's a funny little half door at the ground level and you have to get down and crawl through get stuck, pull myself out, shoes are squeaking, I say "sorry about that," I take them off switch them to other shoes (?) and then the group of people (5-6) is stuck in a Box held in by their shoes and it starts to roll back down towards the sort of an outdoor lawn towards the edge of a waterfall in the distance as I say take off your shoes get take them off get out eventually everyone gets out and they play a lot around the waterfall and there's a force field there that prevents them from falling but I think that you shouldn't be playing with that. Then I say OK everybody get your stuff together I guess like your shoes and let's go on farther further and there's another man there who agrees, says yeah he agrees with me.

there's a scene where I'm following a car I guess I'm in <my country> following the car by by foot and I'm it's very detailed that's a very sort of stylistic stylistic flourish design style on the show is the style of the paper the rest I think it's a restaurant And I'm looking at an I'm wondering what's it doing here and look at the license plate at the license plate and then I guess the lesson plate has changed I'm trying to figure out where it's from and 1st I think it's just that's located on <my Petr. region in my city> but then I look at it and that seems to be based in Oakland California and I think wow how did they get that car here that car here they must have shipped it here I'm following it and it's sort of a downtown scene I'm walking by people that arrive at at a restaurant or concert place and there's a
lot of people pushing through or I'm with a group I get to the maitre D' And I see those people I'm meeting with, none of these people I know in waking life it's a work group or something is there we're waiting OK to meet them up and they send us inside and they sa y(maitre d') says yeah but don't let whatever Frank (some name) do uh don't let those guys do their usual thing (some prank) but I think that means that they will cause a big ruckus and uproar and we get inside that's a big large tent arena arena someone says because of the (tubs of) water inside, big open vats of water, the sounds of the music will reverberates and really gets extremely loud and crystal like like and I meet one of the performers up around on the stage area and it's very awkward I wanna shake his hand but somehow I reach out with my left and he reached out but this is left for a right they don't really grasp our hands properly and I say I guess we're not gonna do that Frank guys thing, we won't be making any kind of a big scene. I'm joining my other colleagues whatever on there around the stage.

it's amazing the visual detail fades quickly