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Sleep by 11:30pm
Woke after dream at 3:50am


So I went to bet quoting my mantra and I fell asleep. I had an alarm set for 4:00am to try FILD but I guess it was not needed tonight. In my dream I found myself at my dads house and me, my brother and my dad were watching a movie on the couch. I got up in the middle and went to the kitchen to get something to eat and when I opened the fridge I noticed something strange. There was no food in the fridge or cupboard. I knew this was off so my mind went to reality check mode and after the first test my finger went through my hand! My body was instantly filled with a rush of joy but I didn't want to wake myself up so I immediately lied on the floor and did all the stabilization methods I could think of. Sadly I don't remember much more of the dream after this. I know it continued because I have vague memorys of being in my bedroom watching Youtube videos on a bunk bed that should not have been there but I think I lost control.
Will keep trying and good luck on yours.

Fragment 1- I gotta pee.

I was in my house, and I had to pee. I went into the bathroom, and my dad was showering. I thought, am I dreaming? I realized I was, but I forgot to stabilize it, so by the time I phased through the wall, I faded.

EDIT- The Lost Fragment!

I was playing Family Guy: The Quest for Stuff. That was it.

Fragment 2- K.K. Frillard

I was in a shady, grimy city. I was looking for Dr. Frillard. I ran to his house, I jumped up some spikes, and I opened his door. K.K. Slider was on the Shrink couch, lying down. He told me he had nothing to give me, so I ran off.

Main Dream- Her

I was an ugly guy in a restaraunt. I died, and I was told I was going to hell.
I ran off, and I time warped years back. Thus began a cycle when I met a girl and fell in love with her. One year at a time, I would go to her party. When we were 3, an angel told me I could go to heaven, but I said I would start over right here.

Fragment 3- This should have been obvious.'

I was in a zeppelin trying to WILD, while chanting I will HAVE a LUcid DREAM. I woke up then.

8/19/14

Last night bed around 10pm - 6:30 am

DR:

I bought 5-6 books. They were a replacement of my old books of same titles, plus 2 new ones, that I never had from that series (STOPY). They looked just like I rmembered them. White cover, with colored stripe in the middle, picture on top and words STOPY plus the book title. One book, the new one had two stories in it, one was the movie series with David Caradine, where he played a buddhist monk. Oh I think it was called shao-lin. I was able to read all the titles in a dream, but now I forgot them.

DR
I'm reading from a book. I close it to look at the cover and it's a textbook for colleges and universities about translating. I realize I'm getting older and I dont' have that many years till retirement.


There were more. I have to try to recall them.

20/5/2014
first one before 3am
it was south park lookin, like i was watching south park except it wasnt, they just looked like it. there was a huge dilemma and all i remember is gandalf about to give up and hand the ring over to these bad guys that werent even in lotr. one was this nerd looking man, but the main character (dont remember what he looked like) encased him in ice, but then this thing from star wars i remember seeing shot this like sonic wave and shattered the ice he was in and killed him.
i then remember turning off the tv at that point, and i got an xbox 360 controller and tried to hook it up to my computer to play GTA:SA and it worked. and it was weird thought because my computer looked like an original xbox without the X on it and stuff. also i played it on the TV (that stems from the fact that my computer monitor actually is a TV)

after that i woke up, had to pee real bad and then i got a drink, my dad was still up so he had lights on and it woke me up, i went back to bed and i ended up falling in sleep paralysis, but tired me snapped out of it b/c i was annoyed i couldnt change positions..UGH!!! i regret that

2nd dream after 4am
then i remember a dream of having this app on my phone that changed me into a gangster looking black guy and i used it to trick people. i was walking to my bus stop and found this skis with wheels on them, and they made me pretty fast but used a lot of energy, i decided to haul butt down the road with them. it was also eaaaarly in the morning, still pretty dark. i remember going down a road and thinking "shit i wont make it back, i have to go to the next bus stop" so i had to race to the next bus stop. i went down streets that dont exist in real life, i remember houses that are actually in my grandmother's neighborhood, and random privacy fences.
later i was at school at lunch, once again it was kinda dark. i fiddled with the app and couldnt get it back to where it changed my appearance. we were all called outside when i figured out how to get it back (also my phone was red instead of black) and so i changed back into the black guy, but this time it was more like a mixed person than a black gangster. we were outside, it looked like morning time again and we were under this thing thats only at the bus ramp (idk how to explain it but i know what im talking about so thats all that matters lol) and there was an asphalt ground where i was standing. something made me want to change back to my normal self, so i did. thats all i remember.

then my dad woke me up, i assume around 5am, went back to sleep immediately
i had a dream we were in the bleachers in my gym, except it was huuuge, we were all hanging out. my friend starts fighting this guy and the guy gets hit and leaves, and i pull my friend back. then it skips to me at my grandmothers house, im there with the girl i like. we talk for a long time and then she leaves the room. i go around the house, i talk to my grandmother about something and she says theres a secret passage way to another part of the house, (which was also in another dream), i go through it and it leads to my grandmother's bedroom, i see the girl i like and we talk again. thats all i remember.

Morning of May 20, 2014. Tuesday.



I am traveling with a few people in a station wagon that looks like the same one my brother-in-law Bob had at one time. My wife is with me. The driver is unknown but friendly and competent at driving. Somehow, it seems we are in a composite area that has a location sense of my backyard in Cubitis. We stop near the front of the large shed (the one my father built) and it seems to represent a charity store. It is closed, however. There are several cardboard boxes and bags of clothes to the right of the doorway, the bags leaning up against the outer wall. It looks like rain, so we put them in more suitable plastic bags as well as adding some more unneeded clothes from the car.

Apparently this is not a public street and a police frog is on its way to our location. The police frog has trouble getting over some clusters of grass so we decide to take the opportunity to leave before he gets to our location even though we not only had not done anything wrong or illegal - we were giving more donations of clothes. The police frog is hindered by a somewhat shallow pond near where the car is parked. He starts moving through the water and drowns. I had thought frogs would be better swimmers.

In another scenario, I have two identical wives (perhaps a few years apart in age, but the same otherwise). For some reason, this really does not seem all that unusual - one may be the one before I met her and the other being the one after I met her. I make love to both of them at different times. There is a lot of realistic physical contact. We seem to be living in La Crosse. My brother Jim is still alive, much younger, and seemingly staying with us for a short time before he goes to another town. I think he is going into the army or marines (he was a marine in real life) as he has a duffel bag near the arm chair in the living room, seemingly in preparation to go.

The two versions of my wife do not seem to ever interact. One starts to talk about her new pregnancy (which is quite a surprise to me) and I start to worry again (as in real life) if her petite size can handle the pregnancy (considering we have five children, though, I would say yes). Still, she would be at far more of a disadvantage than other females and I worry about her health and water retention concerns as she says her hands and feet are quite swelled. I decide that for now, perhaps I should reverse time and undo the present scenario and work out what we will do. This is also because this version of my wife should probably be more free to do more of what she wants on her own.

I find the “two wives” (my wife having had dreams of two of me) or more, and other “two of something” dreams to be rather intriguing. I have also dreamt of having two of the “same” fathers and two of the “same” mothers (and even two or more of the “same” pet cats or guinea pigs).

I spend a bit of time thinking about reversing time. My brother Jim seems late for his journey but does not seem that concerned. I pretend to have some sort of machine (about the size of an old typewriter) that reverses time and I push “invisible” buttons and move some sort of “invisible” panel. I am aware of how foolish this act seems even in my growing lucidity. Jim seems to think it amusing and does not believe that time can be reversed.

However, after a short time, it is a year prior to the in-dream present date as I verify this with a calendar. Somehow, Jim still has to go, but now has time to get to his destination and he seems happy about this. I go out to the front yard with one version of my wife and we embrace for a time. For some reason, I am reminded of “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” where my wife has the “same expression” as the girl from the film. I hear a sort of screeching sound and the mood changes completely. I try to work out where it is coming from and realize that it is my own throat. I try to deliberately make the sound and it is similar, but not as loud. I rise swiftly into the air and fly around in standing position (recurring) and make the screeching sound a few more times as there is a bizarre composite emotion of peace, terror, “finality”, and exhilaration at the same time. I fly over an open field where I see a forest in the distance. This is nothing at all like the real-life location and has no urban features at all. I had just been in a smaller house in the middle of the open field. I deliberately (being mostly lucid) make the sound a few more times with my throat and get used to the exact physical sensations as to how it is done and the different subtle facets of movement and vibration. However, I then realize that I had probably been screeching in real life and so better wake up to say that I am actually doing fine. It turns out that I had not made any screeching sounds, and I have no idea of how I made my throat make the sound that it did, at least at that volume.

ok, im brand new to this and have been dreaming better each day and just starting to remeber my dreams, i remember this one about half way through, here it is. its sort of like i was traing day and night with other people to get into some sort of squad but no one new that 5 people would go missing every night as they though that they where being deported, but what was acctually happening was them being gasses.. then a week later it was my turn to be 'deported' as they said. but i figured out and ran, i managed to get out of the site, using skills i never new i had, it almost felt like i was in control like it was happening, then i got a motorbike and escaped and realised the tracker on it so i ditched it in the ocean and went on foot, (this is all future time) i then started to see creatures about like giant bees, and some reason seals with giant teeth, it was like a fantasy land, as if we were not allowed to see, it. in my mind i had a voice telling me wat these creatures were and if they were dangerous, then i saw my gf sitting on an island, she said she was waiting. then she kissed me, after that she stroaked a giant bee, and before i new it and before she did, it had stung me, then i got knocked out from the sting. i woke up and my gf was gone and i was on the island in the same place and saw the city on the other side of the ocean, so i swam fast, i mean really fast to realise it was. i then got to the city and wen to a party i went to in real life 2 days ago. after that i was on my own, on the look out for people trying to catch me. then i realised i can hide my life and steal everything in order to survive. then i scaled a building, and then my dream went to third person and eneded..... i then woke up with a nose bleed. wierd right, what type of dream is this, and why. i liked it. it took me a few moments after to realise it was a dream.

.../I'm in a familiar dreamscape which is composed by lot of rooms connected with each other. I get to an elevator and see a rough graffiti of a black cat on it's interior when the doors open. I got scared because of it's a known weird place in WL/...

.../I get a package with my new cap a second time. I show my fellow cousin how it was the first time and I try to reproduce the same sequence. I remember the package box. Apparently there was some mistake at the store. The delivery guy looks like a reggae hip hop artist. We are in my grand parents old house. My cousin likes the cap, it is slightly different than the first one. I try on the old one. I see it's deteriorated. The dream scenario changes to my cousin's parents house where I lived for a while before the university. His brother argues with my unfriendly aunt. Once again I live the whole situation. I take the phone and start recording something there before I call. Their older brother hangs up the phone telling me that I should be more respectful or some. I go out and find my fellow cousin out there. His brother goes away pulling a small rolling suitcase. My unfriendly aunt yells something but he shuts her up saying he will go no matter what. I see him walking down the street thinking to my self "he did it again". He still has long hair/...

* Alarm clock went off. I almost fell asleep again before going to work. I remembered that at the bus stop and wrote down some notes on the bus.
* I didn't remember about the package box until I dreamed about it.

Nap after work:

.../A woman with a beehive hairstyle gets closer and slaps my knee, telling me "You will be the Nacky"...

.../I'm putting some things into place, getting stressed because of there's no more time left when the fake artist comes to say me I have to take it easy/...

* I know there was a lot of activity although I cannot remember but the last few seconds before waking up.

23:00 bedtime 2mg melatonin to reset sleep schedule

00:00 Tuesday 2014-05-20

08:30 (?) final waking

"What was I just dreaming?" is magical. Went from nothing to all these scenes, they just started flooding in. I love dreams

+ crazy racquetball: an angry mob invades my court, they want to take it from me, I stand up to them and they back off

+ trying to find my way back to my court, it's moved into a ridiculous area with about 6 "lanes" each one about 1 yard wide is supposed to be a "court" with people playing a game there, I'm teaching my mother to play she hits the ball the wrong way, as I'm setting up to show her the right way (you have to bounce it on the ground first) I realize the floor is grooved so the ball bounces strangely, a black guy borrows my racquet and hits my ball way the heck away across the street, which really pisses me off, I should make him go get it.

+ some guy is letting a live fish go into a lake, it's a large strange looking fish, it was being cooked previously in hot water, I think it may not survive, maybe the cool lake water will revive it, and I think it's probably against the rules to let such a strange fish go into the lake

+ I'm swimming through the murky water and regret letting that weird fish go, I imagine all sorts of weird slimy fish will be brushing by me

+ setting up a barbecue in old boy scout friend's RB's yard, I'm advising on placement, no not next to the house, put it out here, but rain might get on it so we should get one of those portable tent/cover things, a kid is poking his fingers into the electrical socket by the BBQ, I see sparks, and I think he's going to get blown across the yard by a big shock

+ I don't want to be the boy scout leader, they choose an adult instead, he comes and pushes his way into my place at the table which is laden with lobsters and other food items and he leans way over the table and really tucks in, I see a bucket of funny looking candy canes across the table I choose one which is chewy and delicious

+ I'm cooking porridge for the boy scouts (notice a theme?), I test it with a ladle which is dirty, it had ketchup on it, I see the ketchup get into the porridge and start to spread through, starting to turn a bunch of it red/pink, I try to get it out with a clean spoon, I pick up a spoon of the thickest ketchup/porridge and blow on it and want to eat it, I think they'll all complain about ketchup-flavored porridge, it turns into small shells of pasta and there's barely enough in there for one or two servings.

+ approaching McDonald's in a car, I'm in a hurry to get in ahead of the crowds, many cars are pulling up, I notice the power is out inside the restaurant, the power is out everywhere all around in stores but the street lights are all working, I think why not tap into the street light circuits, the manager inside has the same idea, and they start handing out orders, there are hundreds of orders backed up and people waiting, I think this will take forever.

+ I'm thinking about playing the saxophone, the reed for my instrument has been chewed/bitten down to where it's not playable, I drop a fresh reed into a shot glass of water to get it soaked in order to play

+ a guy I don't like is playing piano, I admit he's playing well, I think it would be good to play some lounge jazz, he's playing nice improvisations, there is music with a lot of notes on it, but if you know chords well you can just play arpeggios.

8/19/14

Working today from home, after running some chores in the morning. Got so sleepy, because last night woke up around 2am, couldn't sleep till 3.

So I fell asleep on the sofa very fast.

DR
I'm at WL work, only place looks different, more warehouse like. We are moving boxes around with merchandise. Our director is talking on the PA system, telling us what to do. It's 5pm, time to clock out, but she is telling us more things to do. We are pissed and trying to figure out how to do it. Something is hidden in the box. We are talking with a friend of mine.

From 17/05

Bf wakes up for a quick bathroom visit. In the meantime, I'm trying to fall asleep and end up wilding in the bedroom. Everything is very blurry and I'm a bit surprised to be here so fast. I take a moment to examine my hand and move it around to make sure this is a dream and not HI. A little bit of trouble manoeuvring around possibly feeling minor paralysis feedback from my real body. In spite of the blurriness, it gives me the impression of an OBE, everything is the same and the light in the room is exactly the same as during that time. I head down the corridor and towards the bathroom thinking that bf will come out any moment now. He comes out and sees me, looking rather distressed and backs away. I start worrying about what he thinks he sees and me causing all this stress so I decide to wake up immediately and explain.

I wake up. Bf still hasn't come out.

Date 19/5. Dream start: don't know..may be early morning. Dream end: Sweet wake up at 8:30 morning .

This is my first DJ, but it was so vivid I have to tell someone but I don't have a person close enough to tell them about my dreams .
I'll list out what might have led to the dream.

I'm a 22 years guy with lonely life. Never even talked to a girl at personal level.

I'm not a K-pop fan but I like the singers' looks as I like Asian girls. I think they are cute and fun.

I watch way too many videos.
Yesterday night watched MxR Skyrim mod review Showcasing an Asian skyrim follower mod (only writing about relevant video) I watched a (semi) horror movie called Anna (2013). I thought the actress was very cute.

I masturbated before going to sleep (If that's relevant and accepted here).

So, the dream starts off nowhere(duh). There is this cute girl, who looks like an Asian girl but had a smile and eyes differing from any Asian stereotypes. She was not at all related to any girl I saw ever in any video or real life. My brain had sculpted her and it sculpted it extremely attractive.
So, when dream starts, I am in a big, wide, open, empty, white and shine kind of room. Looks like a drama practice room. The girl, whose name was unknown, walks into a sleek whitish creamy dress. And I am, in first person, is a guy supposed to get a kissing lesson from her (). In the dream mind, there was a back story that I want to take a kissing lesson from the girl for some random girl I don't know about even in dream. I did not visualize her in the dream.
(I know nothing about kissing, I haven't seen any kissing tutorials online, and my brain is teaching me how to kiss. Nice one brain!)
So she enters with a majestic walk, and starts to talk (in english, not my mother-tounge). Starts telling me something about lips should not be wet and sloppy to deliver a great kiss.
So, she asks me to try kissing on her. It was a extremely wet kiss . Even I felt filthy. She showed a face with strong disapproval. I apologized saying I got nervous.
She said, OK. Try again. I dry up my lips and try again. Best kiss ever. She appreciates and says that drying up made a huge difference.

I think that is where lucidity kicked in.

I asked her I needed the kiss for a special occasion. I wanted to propose a girl (that didn't matter). She said Ok. She asked me to widen up foot gap a bit, stand confident and propose to me and then kiss. I stand straight, and say "I want to ask you a question, Will you (my eyes rolling away from her pretty face) Marry me? (suddenly staring at her eyes giving the best love look I ever would've)" Her blue eyes staring at my, started to get tears. She starts crying, saying "I don't know". I wipe away tears from her soft cheeks, assuring her "Honey, why are you crying? When I'm with you there will be nothing to cry about" and I kiss her. Best Kiss ever (better that the previous one). I lift her up and rotate like in a fairy tale. We were gazing each other smiling and just being in deep sea of love . (Now that's cheesy, but it didn't felt that way in dream).
Here the end begins. My lucid self realize I am not capable of lifting her up like that (I'm a thin guy). I drop on her back hitting her head to the floor. Fortunately not blood and gore in this dream. She just laughed in pain and I cracked a joke line saying, "I hope i did not cracked that watermelon!"

Here the dream ends. I wake up remembering the complete dream (I'm writing it down after 18 hrs), I wanted to go back to sleep to spend time with her but there were things to do in the morning so I couldn't.

I think I have found reason's behind every event.

Liking an Asian looking girl is obvious. Dreaming of falling in love of a beautiful girl is the only thing I can do, so that is also explained.
Hitting her accidentally relates to my past. I have hurt someone I love, friends and family, physically which I didn't mean to but could completely avoided if I would've kept my hands in my pockets. I apologize to them right after and crack a joke to try to make them feel better, but I don't feel good at all. I always feel guilty of my deeds however hard I try to apologize to them. Those incidents are like scars that never seem to heal.

Hope you liked it!

19/5/2014
i only remember fragments of my dreams
one was in world of warcraft, except it was night time and in this area that is hard to describe. it was hilly and had a cobblestone road, there was me and two tauren druids. i remember trying to kill them because im alliance and theyre horde. that was a really long dream and it all took place in that one small area. i also remember an undead priest at one point. i almost remember being a druid and going into bear form

another dream was an age of empires 2 dream, i have a little video that shows explosions going off at some parts, and the explosions were much bigger and huge and some even had shockwaves. sometimes it glitched out and showed an army of paladins or teutonic knights, but they'd all disappear in an instant. i remember at one part several villagers are running to this section, and when they go in it switches to a scene where theyre inside a wooden building and it has train tracks in it. i remember thinking "i dont remember this part of the video..." and i was controlling it like a game, i made them hide in this section of train tracks. i remember them huddling to hide from something (idk what!)

another dream i had was of me kissing the girl i like, we paused for a second and i thought "maybe i should do a RC" BUT THERE WAS NO TIME as soon as i thought that back to kissing her

Morning of May 19, 2014. Monday.



There is some sort of bizarre sound pulsing like a drawn out male soprano “Weeeeee” (pause) “Weeeeee” (pause) “Weeeeee” in groups of three as such, but a bit layered sounding, as with some sort of extreme detuning effect. I am not sure what this is. It is not a main part of the dream scene, I do not think. Maybe this is going on in another classroom.

This is my fear and moment of pure eeriness. This is reality pausing from negative infinity. When I was six and the bell rang while I was in the basement sports arena, the children running down the flights of stairs which I heard through the doorway of the basketball court always painted an image of terrifying violent geese and the coach seemed like some sort of eerie giant ogre who could pick me up and throw me like a paper airplane at any moment. “That is not how you bounce the ball!” he screams at me, and then does a comedic impression of me bending down and bouncing the ball with only a few inches to spare in the bounce. So much for me trying to look cool. I guess the giant pale buffoon and child-terrorizer never heard of the Harlem Globetrotters. And so I was kept an extra hour and missed math class because this big pale buffoon thought I had a disability and was uncoordinated. Thanks a lot, Harlem Globetrotters…

Charlie Brown is an accident victim, apparently, and a real human being. I am not a child, but neither is Charlie Brown. We seem to be back in school near where I lived on Rose Street. There is a lot of construction paper around as well as bottles of glue, pipe cleaners, and crayons. Charlie Brown seems a bit of a disturbed soul, as if he is planning some sort of revenge. He is wearing the same shirt as always. There seem to be (briefly?) Q-Tips sparsely stuck in his hair, which has something to do with using them to lightly use glue on something. The shirt is as it is, in design, because it is the same shirt as he wore during his accident and never changed it. The black pattern across his yellow top is actually a tire track! (Who would have thought?)

He did not die after lying in the street for days. He finally got up and returned to his life’s routine. (“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”.)

The class project is of outer space. A lot of stars have been cut out, as well as Saturns and crescent moons.

My area is the “fanciest” (to the far left) for a time. An unknown girl, oddly dressed - sort of like Cat Woman - is also working on the project. I then focus on the fact that she was the “cat burglar” all those years ago on Rose Street. I say “Oh it’s you” and she replies, “Yes it’s me. I have been with you always.” Looking closer, I see it is my wife at around age eighteen. I point and say “Oh look, it’s her…” No one cares. She is not of their path.

Something dawns on me and I approach Charlie Brown. I tell him about a real-life experience, during that exact same time period around the time the “cat girl” was a dream friend. I had been crossing the street while a deck of educational mathematics cards (Whitman flashcards) had fallen from my notebook binder. A few of the cards blew over the street near the intersection and one car ran over one of them. The crossing guard eventually came over and waited until I was able to pick up all the cards, holding off the oncoming traffic. The card with the “two plus two” pattern had a diagonal smudge of dirt across it from the tire of a car that had ran over it. For some reason, I kept these cards until I was about thirty and gave them to my brother Earl’s kids even though they had stress and fold marks. Having returned later on, I had seen them in a large bag filled with rubbish, but did not reclaim them.

I have a false memory of the crossing guard coming out (who was a very chubby female, who looked almost squarish in her uniform) and looking at me and saying “There is a lot you do not remember, Sparks.” Her eyes glow silvery blue. This is a nickname from “Contact” (1997) said by the David Morse character who played the Source in one of my last dreams. I “return” from this “memory” and say to Charlie how I can relate very well to him, implying the tire mark on that card is like the tire mark across his shirt and he looks at me with disdain. He turns around and starts spinning, yelling “I’m gonna be shot outta the cannon!” I look a little closer at his face and notice it is dirty, and his nose is running with the top part of his mouth covered in mucous.

He runs and tears most of the middle section of the space display section (while holding onto the first edge), ripping it across. “All lies!” He says “These aren’t real stars!” For a moment, he looks like the cartoon Charlie brown. He huffs and puffs, running and jogging in short increments as he goes across the room.

Somehow, in no time, he is immediately (more like instantly) in the cannon with his head sticking out. Ed Sullivan’s voice announces “Presenting…a really big shoe…Charlie Brown…the human…cannonball…” The fuse is lit and out and up he goes, like a rocket.

Charlie Brown has high goals. People look and point. It is wonderful for Charlie to go out among the real stars - as he tore up the class project because it was not “real” for him. People are still annoyed. Suddenly terror breaks out. He “pops” in a fizzled shower of small fireworks, fading fairly quickly. The “cat woman” and I kiss intimately, rising into the air and glowing and going higher and higher.

May 18, 2014: Took 100mg 5-HTP and 480mg powdered, encapsulated ADR: I am at a gathering of people, like a farmer’s market set up at the periphery of a large outdoor parking lot. The parking lot is full of cars, including my own Camry, which I have parked. I’ve been told I have some kind of “internal condition” which was spotted on an MRI or CT scan and I need to take a particular medication or antibiotic to treat the condition.

I am with a person wearing a white lab coat. He has a rectangular box which contains at least one zip lock baggie inside of which are three differently colored, very tiny pills in a foil pack which are to be taken orally. The color coding refers to the three different dosages of the pills, but it is initially unclear which is the high dose and which is the low dose, or what order in which they need to be taken. There is also a tuberculin syringe in the box, but I don’t need that.

I go to leave the market and search and search for my car. I use my key fob to press the panic button to get the horn to beep and headlights to flash, but still cannot hear, see, or locate my car. I wander all around in my search, and even though others have left and there are fewer cars, I still can’t find mine. On several occasions a car is seen to flash a single headlight when I press my fob, but it is never my car. A girl tries to tell me some old junky car is mine, and I tell her no it isn’t, I have a gas/electric hybrid Camry.

The scene shifts to a street where I am speaking with a dream character who asks me if I play basketball with a particular guy. I lie and say yes. He says he does too. The scene shifts again and I am in a car attempting to drive on a road which is deeply rutted with ice many inches thick. In some spots there are ice formations up to a foot high in the road. I come to an intersection where I can only turn left or right. In front and above me is a separate elevated roadway. At my ground-level intersection left leads to Brooklyn, and right will take me to the east. I turn right.

Now I am in a hotel-like, well-lit corridor with two other dream characters, one of whom was a childhood friend, Ray L******* whom I have not seen in over forty years. I am having a lot of trouble moving down the hall, which all of us are urgently trying to do. It feels as if I am trying to move through jello instead of air. I reach out my hand and Ray pulls me along a bit. This helps. I also grasp onto the corner of any table, cabinet or handrail I encounter to try and keep moving forwards. After much effort we finally make it to a dorm-like room or four-bed hospital room. My bed is the one just inside the door. Although there are three other beds, I know that the one nearest the door is mine because my initials are monogrammed into the bedspread. The two dream characters and I arrive at the dorm room ahead of Helen M***** and her daughter who will also be sleeping in this place. I am surprised that it is co-ed. I wake.

.../Some kids are sitting around a table discussing the best name for a puppet character which was a TV show during the 90's. They all agree it would be named "Teddy the chubby friend". I "remember" it was always the name for the TV show and I think it couldn't be more accurate/...

* It wasn't at all. The TV show name was "Karina y Timoteo".

.../I see the sequence when a friend of mine receives a tattoo machine as a gift/...

Nap after work:

.../I'm in the room where I lived during my school times. I want to go to sleep when I realize some spiders have built their web between the ceiling and the window. I take a better look and see there are at least 10 spiders in a mass of webs, the bigger ones are deep in the mass, I remember some used to be the size of a little peach . I remember the big ones gave me the creeps. The webs hang above half of my bed, but they are too close that my hand gets stuck in one of them. I decide that I have to clean it up. My wife/ex-girlfriend (who I will call from now on, Simili) helps me. I want to use the vacuum cleaner but I don't remember where it is. I go to my older aunt's room, and see some other spiders there, but they are not many although the webs are huge. My aunt tells me something about some people were pruning trees in the street, now it's all clear to me. I see through her window some webs hanging from the street lighting.
Simili tells me the vacuum cleaner is in my Aunt-mom's room. I go there and my aunt-mom tells me she put it into her closet. I take it "remembering" there was something about this thing. I get back to the room. The spider webs are huge now and there are more and more spiders. I see one of them walking on the floor. I want to take a picture of it. I try to focus the camera but the spider on the floor moves too fast. I can't, it's enough, I step on it before it hides under the bed. When I see the spider webs again I see a lot of multicolored butterflies hanging there too. I have to take a picture of that spectacle, it's amazing. When the automatic focus of the camera tries to focus the image it pulls the webs to my hands. It's disgusting, I put the camera back and all goes back to its place. I try a couple of times more but always the web gets attracted to the camera and it's impossible to take a picture/...

* Woke up remembering spiders used to be a dream sign.