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I had my standard zombie dream, except I was moistening some sort of canister with spit on my hands so I could stick them onto the side of a trailer to give me more space There was a zombie cop in a house right beside me and needed more space to maneuver and avoid his acid spit.
Then I loaded someone else's file and it was horde night but it also had the baby mutants from The Forest.

I had another dream I only recall partially. My brother moved into my bio-dads house. It displaced my step-mom though and she was lashing out over FB. I asked if she had left anything behind and he said they got everything- even one of the cats.

Fitbit: 7AM-1:30PM restless 2hrs 39 minutes for a grand total of 3hrs and 56 minutes worth of sleep

I had a dream that I was Yato...and Hiyori was kidnapped by a mean and scary witch. Me, Yato, tried to find her together with Yukine. I desperately searched for her in an unending hall, with blue, orange, and purple lights... And when I finally found her, we were teared apart again by the witch.
I just couldn't get closer to Hiyori...and she was so precious to me, I could feel it. Me and Yukine tried everything to take her from the witch, but when we finally could touch her, and take her with us. The witch came, and I can't explain how creepy the witch was... Hiyori got absorbed in that hole again, the home of the witch, and I had to think of a plan all over again.

And now, that I could talk to Hiyori in telepathy. I told her to at least take down the witch, and run as hard as she could to our side. Me and Yukine will try to throw the witch in an endless cave where she can't come out. (there was one nearby) I became Hiyori at that point, and tried it what Yato said to me. It worked, even when the witch became so scaryT_T I ran as hard as I could to Yato's side, away from that hole. I looked back at where the witch layed unconciouss, because I was too scared if the witch woke up.
When I was luckily by Yato's side, I became Yato again, and ran to the witch. I grabbed her hair, and dragged her to the cave, where she would never could come out, but suddenly, that cave was sealed...I couldn't throw her in... So I told Hiyori and Yukine to run as fast as they can, we need to lose the witche's side. I threw the witch away, and ran as fast as I could together with Hiyori and Yukine.

I could already feel the piercing eyes of the witch, and I told the others to run faster than ever.
At some time..I don't remember very well anymore, but I convinced the witch to leave us, but I really don't know anymore how..so we finally were left alone, and had peace. I higged Hiyori real hard, and I began to cry, Hiyori had nany bruses everywhere, and I just help it...I cried out of my dream:'3

That's my dreamstory for the day...
Sorry if the grammar isn't all that okxD

First thing I remember, I was sitting on a horse in a quaint town. There was another guy on a horse who was leading the way. He showed me how to speed up and we galloped through the town. He disappeared while we were riding. I stopped when I saw a boy trying to open a big warehouse door for a delivery. I helped him open the door and a man from inside the warehouse took it and secured it open. Then a large box was delivered (a piano?) A woman handed me a money order and said that I could cash it at the local bank and she gave me directions. I asked her about a bookstore in town. She told me there was a new one that would be opening tomorrow.

I walked through the town admiring its quaintness and thinking that Peg and I might want to move here. I saw where the new bookstore would be opening. It was to be mostly a used book store. People walking on the street seemed to be pleasantly buzzed. I mentioned to a middle-aged, female, passerby that it was a little bit like the movie, The Stepford Wives. I was not sure if she would get the reference but she did and agreed with me.

I went into a diner. I had a bag with clothes in it. I noticed a woman smoking at the table next to me. I asked her to confirm, “We can smoke in here?” At first, she seemed to think I was messing with her and kind of gave me a snarky response. Then I looked and saw that there were ashtrays on all the tables. I thought, “Peg would love this place.” I lit a cigarette and decided that I should take a selfie photo of me smoking a cigarette in a restaurant. By this point there were more people wandering up to nearby tables and chatting, mostly attractive women. I took the selfie and noticed that there was a flirtatious-looking woman in the background. It occurred to me that Peg might not be that happy with me hanging out at this place. I tried to text her the selfie on my phone but I could not find the photo. There were a bunch of photos that I had not seen before, of a wedding that my sister Christine had attended. I struggled with the phone for a minute but had to give up on sending the photo. (tech fail)

Then an attractive woman approached me and asked me in a flirtatious manner if I wanted to go downstairs. I asked her what happens downstairs. She said something like, “Generous men buy subscriptions to our magazines.” I thanked her but said maybe another time. Then a young guy approached me and asked me about my refusal to go downstairs with the woman, intimating that I would have a good time. I told that man that I was married and politely refused. An older gentleman sitting nearby said that I should have gone downstairs but not engaged in anything saying that this would make me intriguing to them.

I was getting ready to go and I started organizing the clothes I had in my bag. A middle-aged woman took my lunch tray and began walking off with it. I said that I still had to pay and she stopped. I worked out the payment with her. There was also a large pile of change that I had left on the tray. She tried to give it back to me but I told her to keep it as a donation to the women who were selling magazine subscriptions.

I walked through a different room, intending to exit the restaurant through a different door. There were some little private boxes that were like free standing closets. I realized that men were meeting women in these boxes to chat privately before going downstairs. I ended up stepping into one of these boxes. It was a particularly small one, about the size of a phone booth. A woman stepped into the box and spoke with me for a minute explaining that the magazines were around $12 per issue. That seemed kind of expensive to me. But I said that I could probably buy a three-month subscription. We left the box and I was presumably going to meet her downstairs. But then I was captured by a group of men and put into a primitive box with sticks going through the top so the box could be carried by several men. I was afraid that they were going to send me to South America to be a slave.

They brought me to a darkish room downstairs where there was an auction going on. They were auctioning off men for sexual encounters with men and women. I was not too happy about this. Some people told me that it was not that bad. One gave me a clear plastic glove to make things less messy.
By then Peg had showed up and we discussed the pros and cons of the two of us working at a place like this. I guess it paid pretty well. But we would have to have sexual encounters with people of either sex. I think we were leaning against the idea. But then I woke up before we had decided.

Ritual: Woke at dawn after about 4–5 hours sleep and complex but dimly remembered dreams. Considered taking galantamine but decided against it, as my motivation was not sufficiently high. I didn't want to completely give up, so I took a quarter teaspoon each of piracetam and bacopa. Woke at 8am with dream.

DILD, "Let's See What's in My Backpack!": I was walking through some type of institutional corridor when an odd plaque on the wall caught my attention. It was a rectangle of flat grey stone like slate, about a foot long and a few inches high, with block capital letters incised, reading: "AWAKEN."

Like what, into a dream? I thought wryly. For that to work, I'd have to be... oh wow... am I dreaming? No sooner had the suspicion arose than I immediately recognized it to be true. I immediately went into dream observation mode, taking the plaque into my hands and examining its details.

Feeling grateful that the dream itself had given me a clue as to its nature, I was reminded of a similar incident that had happened just earlier tonight: this was the second time I had gotten lucid due to events in the dream. A DC had said "lucid" and that had triggered me. No wait, actually it was the third time... I remembered briefly getting lucid in an even earlier dream, but I was embarrassed when I realized how quickly I had lost that awareness.

Of course, the fascinating thing about these memories is that I have no way of knowing if they are real. I'm more than half inclined to think that they are false memories, the kind of deja vu that is so common in the dream state. Then again, I still forget such a great portion of a full night's dreaming, even now, that the possibility remains that these incidents actually occurred. There's no way of knowing for sure, which is interesting in itself. It is the perfect epistemological quandary.

Now aware that I was dreaming, I continued walking through the institutional corridor, and felt that I had been walking through similar corridors in my just-remembered lucid episodes earlier tonight. If the memories are not false, there is nothing surprising about the coincidence: for some reason bland institutional corridors seem to be my default dream space.

I wandered aimlessly for a bit—I think I passed a cafeteria—until I realized that if I wanted to stay lucid this time I would need to perform some deliberate action. During my WBTB I had not felt motivated to attempt any DV tasks, so that is probably why none occurred to me now. As I continued walking and wondering what to do I noticed a familiar sensation, and realized that I was wearing my backpack. Since 2001 I have been using the same leather backpack, seemingly indesctructible, every day at school and on every journey I travel. I was amused that it was with me even here in a dream, and surprised by how distinctly I could feel the impression of weight on my back. Wondering what might be in it, I realized that this could be a fun spontaneous task.

I passed from the corridor into a very large rectangular room with walls tiled in squares of light blue glazed ceramic. The room was completely empty, with no features or furniture or people. I walked to the very center and announced loudly, even though no one was in sight: "Okay, everybody! I'm going to play the game of 'Let's See What's in My Backpack!'" I unslung the backpack from my shoulders and held it upside down, dumping its contents into a pile on the floor.

The first thing I pulled off the pile was a winter jacket, made of smooth synthetic cloth with a quilted core. The inside was a rich royal blue, and the outside was bright red with black highlights. It was very clean and new, and resembled no jacket I have ever owned, nor would be likely to purchase.

The second thing I picked up was a clear plastic bag with a zip lock, one of the medium-sized ones that is deeper than it is wide. It was full of coins. I looked more closely at the coins and it was clear that they were all Thai, though they resembled no WL Thai currency. "I wonder if I just got back from Thailand," I mused—meaning within the context of the dream.

The next thing I grabbed was a plastic bag of similar shape and size, and this one also contained flat pieces of metal, but instead of being round like coins, these were engraved rectangular strips. I decided that they must be some decorative pieces I had picked up in Thailand. This idea had evidently taken hold, because the next few items in the pile were cheap Thai souvenir gifts, like decorative little pouches and other small assorted knickknacks. I set these aside impatiently.

Next was a book, evidently a journal, titled A Wonderful Compendium of Lessons of Life Learned. I regret now that I was not inspired to open and read it! I must have figured that if the lessons were already learned, I wouldn't get anything new out of it. It did not occur to me that my waking mind might be really interested in what my dreaming mind might think to put in such a book.

After this I pulled four different water bottles off the pile, one after another. One was a hot water bottle like you use in bed. One was military style canteen that I thought I recognized as one I used to own. Another was a flat drinking flask, fairly large in size. I think the last one was just an ordinary plastic bottle of water. My impression was that I needed all four bottles because they each served a different purpose: hot water for warming, cold water for drinking, warm water for drinking, and flask for drinking. But I realized that it was terribly inefficient to carry four separate water bottles, and I wondered if I could consolidate them down to just two, so I would have less to carry around. I decided to worry about that later.

The last thing I pulled from the pile was a very large duffel bag, the size of the one I use to carry my HEMA gear. In WL my bag is plain black canvas, but this one was (not inappropriately) emblazoned with the Tournament of the Phoenix logo. It occurred to me that given how much stuff had been in my backpack, perhaps I should be using this duffel bag to carry it instead—but I remembered what a pain it was to lug around a huge unwieldy duffel bag, and decided to stick with the backpack.

At this point a huge crowd of people suddenly thronged the room, all seemingly in a hurry to go somewhere, and they were sidestepping me and my stuff with annoyed expressions like I was in their way. "Hey! I claimed this space first," I protested. One DC paused to look at my Tournament of the Phoenix duffel bag and asked another DC standing across from me something about martial arts training in the area, talking right over my head (I was still sitting on the floor with my stuff). "You'd think you'd be asking the person with the duffel bag," I muttered, slightly miffed. I noticed that whereas I had initially occupied the very center of the room and had not moved, now I was all the way over near a side wall, and yes, right in the path that everyone was trying to walk through.

I had time enough to wonder if I should wake and write or dream on a little. I decided the latter—I usually do—but found myself waking up anyway.

I keep reading Nebulus's nightmares and they creep me out. It was only a matter of time before reading nightmares was going to affect me. It started where Neb (in my mind that was who he was) was standing against a wooden wall with his hands in shackles and a gruesome looking man had an ax that he was throwing at him. Every time he missed he had to come back and yank the ax out of the wood. I went over and stood next to Neb and told him it was just a dream and he could change it. First I needed to freeze the guy to stop the ax from flying. I wanted him still so I pictured him frozen (meaning still but instead he turned to ice lol) Not exactly as planned but it worked. I asked Neb to get out of the shackles. I thought he would produce a key, but he slumped and as he slumped down his arms stretched out, and out his hands came. He looked like a rubber man haha. Neb said let's fly out of here, but I felt bad leaving ax man in ice so I thought I could blow hot air on him, I blew hard and only a little bit melted. I wished him to be unfrozen and that didn't work, so we decided not to waste any more time and left him knowing it would melt eventually. Neb flew up and I followed him up to the top of a castle wall where we sat and I told him from now on when he has a nightmare he will know it is a dream and he can change it to get out of any situation. I opened my hand and showed him a little red ball the size of a nickel and handed it to him and told him you don't have to kill! LOL. Even though I left a guy in an ice block, but he will be ok when it melts .

Morning of January 30, 2017. Monday.



All the members of the Waltons family each have singular kiosks set up along the roadside in a straight line, adjacent to an old warehouse. It is a back road in an unknown region (but is probably meant to be Walton’s mountain). Each of the Waltons is selling something different. Mother Walton is selling handmade potholders and oven mitts. Grandma Walton is selling preserves in jars. (She is at the last kiosk on the left.) John Boy Walton is apparently attempting to sell the books of his he once had printed from a subsidy publisher he was victimized by. I am not sure what the others are selling (though Jim Bob is seemingly with slingshots).

It is nighttime eventually, and rather dark out. No one else but me (other than the Waltons) had been in the area. A very small meteor comes down and hits mother Walton’s kiosk but does not seem to do much damage. Another one just misses Grandma Walton’s stand.

I tell them that the meteors are coming down in a particular pattern. They do not at all seem to be concerned about the falling meteors even with the two close calls. I predict where the next one will hit and I am correct. I go and put the contents of the small meteorite in a large transparent glass container.

Looking closely into the container, holding it up, I see a few bits of rock. I also see a curious orange glow on the right side of the container. Near the center of the container is an odd structure that looks cylindrical and constructed of green glowing glass shards that are long and thin but also resemble a burning cigarette (other than the embers being green).

After a short time, there are two oversized beetles in the container, bigger than my hands. One is a golden Christmas beetle, the other resembling a green weevil mixed with a rhino beetle. I am thinking of how they came from another planet and somehow survived within the meteor (even though they seemed to rapidly grow from out of the embers), though I consider how there is only one of each (though each is beautiful in its own way). I am also thinking that they are too different to reproduce since they are seemingly different species. No sooner do I hold that thought for a moment when they start to mate. The shiny green beetle climbs atop the golden one and they remain mating until my dream ends.

The Waltons, especially Grandma and John Boy (who are standing the closest to me) stare at the event, not speaking.

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1/28/2017

Bed 7pm – still sick since tuesday when I got back from europe

DR 9pm

Ophelia came to visit me. I wanted to ask her why she came and why she left us and didn’t talk, but I decided to just let her take the lead and do and say or not do and not say whatever she wants.

She started talking, not mentioning the past. Almost as if nothing happened. But I knew that it was on her mind and she is not sure how I will react.

Rest is gonna be in my personal DJ.

28-01-2017
Bathroom

It was evening, I took some clothes and went to bathroom to take a shower. The place looked like before renovation, it was horribly dirty. There was some sewage in bathtub, I opened lid of the toilet seat and saw an utter mess of mud, excretes and random junk, even bread loaves. I flushed the water and it started raising, then abruptly lowered with an ominous gurgle. This acually made me happy, I thought that I've dealt with some problem in a nice way.

WBTB attempt.

Fragment

I recall bits of a dream, a fragment that I can't quite wholly recall. I was in house, probably kitchen, talking with family.

29-01-2017
Smog

I heard news reporter talking about air pollution, dangers of smog and how it's built, it was in some city at a dawn. When he spoke about it's built, I was high up in the sky, standing in front of wall of clouds. I could spot individuall cloudy-bricks in it's structure.

[I was already lucid by the point, but don't remember the earlier parts as I fell asleep while recollecting.]
It's dark out, and I'm with a group of about a dozen, in an apocalypse-type scene. The buildings are worn down, and we're evading an unknown danger.
I head into a shed with a couple others, and see a medium sized animal (threat!) on the ground/floor. I decide to test out my fire-emitting abilities, so shape my hands, and focus on the feeling of something being released from them. It takes a few tries, but remembering back on earlier times causes it to briefly/weakly work (I get a small flame to form on the ground).

I head back to the group, and decide we should get weapons to defend ourselves with. I look around, and find a pile of wooden bars and long panels. I pick them up, and distribute them amonst the members. I take one of the nicer ones, and take a minute to just go around basking in the beauty/awe of the situation. I remember, in particular, wifts of cloud/fog passing by, andnpassing my wooden bar through it, and seeing it dissapate the moisture some.

At some point, more threats come nearby, and, with the others, I engage in combat with a few -- still practicing some dream abilities. (for example, using the stick as a catilyst for sparks and flames on the target behind it visually)

I wake up after a couple more minutes, and begin recollection. However, I wanted to turn on my other side because it would feel nice, and though I knew this greatly increased the chance of falling asleep aaccidentally, I did it anyway -- and in fact did fall asleep. (with the app turned off)

I plan to reduce this occurence in the future, either by learning to keep my app running while recollecting, or by doing faster recording by using a bluetooth keyboard or the like with text entry already set up for the night (so I can just start typing at any point in the night).

After this was a vivid non-lucid dream, followed by a relatively short period where I did become lucid -- though with a focus on the situation at hand since by that point I'd gotten in combat (of sorts) with someone.

The background for this second dream was our living in the equivalent of a civilization ship, where everyone we know lives in the same megastructure (not sure if it was actually in space).

One part had me with my sister and old friend passing over a river, and me getting a bit wet when I fell off the floating dock-like platform. (the water was very shallow, however)

Another part had me running down the halls to various places iwl from my memory (like our old house). Eventually I reached a situation that sparked lucidity, after our garage had been broken down earlier and my dad was rebuilding it. Someone from the rest of the dream had run down to our garage as well, and suspecting the guy a threat (he was like a courier from the government or other group it seemed) I got in a pseudo-combat situation, but eventually managed to defuse the situation by staying calm and actually reasoning with the person. (he had a knife, and I had general dream powers, so we had mutually assured destruction/discomfort and were motivated toward peace)
It was fun accomplishing this, but before I could go on to other goals (which I actually remembered this time), I woke up.

I had a strange dream about being in bed with my p-doc. We were just snuggling but it could've turned into more but I saw my hubby's lights come on across the field and jumped up terrified he'd see a different car in the driveway and come investigate. As the dream evolved, hubby didn't live there, my mom did. She knew who was over and she was furious because he broke into her house, knocked over the Christmas tree, stole 2 boxes of gifts and a loaf of bread. I kept trying to tell her he didn't do that, that he'd been at my place the whole time, but she wasn't hearing it.

In another dream, some girl cut off her arm with a knife. I told myself that couldn't happen because it wasn't strong enough to get through bone, but it never occurred to me that I was dreaming

WBTB
I think about how sometimes I had known it was a dream, but not "caught on". I realise "WOW! I'm DREAMING!!!" I become lucid and fly out the window. There are these coloured squares on the ground that glow with a pitch, and I sing a bit to test it. Eventually, I fly upwards in to a star I KNOW is right. I zoom in, and I see two planets orbiting each other. They have 4 moons shared between them. The moons are unremarkable, but the planets are intruiging. One is an icy blue planet, and the other is a gas giant which is yellow with a brown band diagonally wrapped around it. I memorise them, and move in closer to the sun. The next planet is an interesting turqoise with green patches. I FA for a few seconds, then wake up for true.

...and the coolest story idea ever! I only remembered one dream from last night, and sadly it wasn't lucid, but it was still really awesome.

My family and I were going to the Haunted Islands (which is a placeholder name for a foreboding archipelago in my imaginational world that will be used in one of my novels at some point).

But they were significantly different than how I designed them in my conscious, waking life. For one thing, they were more of a theme park or tourist attraction. In fact, as we were going to visit, we weren't sure if the place was really dangerous or if it was just a fun attraction. We went in the evening, when the sun had already set, so it was already pretty creepy.

There were two large mountains that embodied the spirits of the island. The narrative temporarily faded, and instead I was looking at a coloring book with the mountains outlined on it. I started coloring them in with a gray marker. Then, they became real again. One had the head of a snake, with glowing eyes which switched from yellow to blue every few minutes or so. The other was another monster, more mammalian: I can't remember precisely what it was, but I think it was either a bear or a wolf or something. The snake-mountain was really cool. It was almost seductive in the way that it spoke, inviting us to the island. However, it also creeped me out, even though I absolutely love snakes in the waking world. I think I just got a really bad feeling, and so did my parents. Like we shouldn't be there.

The snake gave us one last warning: We had a short increment of time in which we could still leave. The gates to the haunted world were closing, but we had like a minute to rush out.

My sister was really excited by the prospect of exploring this haunted world. My brother usually goes along with her IRL, and he did so in the dream. However, my parents decided to leave. At the very last second, I decided to as well. A silver analog clock read 10:25 PM, and I had a lot of homework to do even in the dream. We rushed out the gates and just got out before they shut. Barely. Narrowest escape in a dream ever. xD

And then I remember vaguely something about Scooby-Doo.

This is oddly symbolic of what's going on in the waking world. Suffice it to say that my sister was doing some rather unhealthy things...think drugs and sex as a high schooler. And my brother isn't doing anything crazy., but he is losing his faith and is really struggling emotionally.

I'm using this dream as a creative idea. Either for a novel or a theme park ride idea, or -- better yet -- both! I'd like to be an Imagineer one day, but I don't think this idea would work particularly well for Disney.

Oh, and I also had two more dreams, but I couldn't remember them. I know I had them, but I had zero recollection of the content upon waking.

Wax's shootout
Wax is in a shootout. He's injured, out of metals, and trapped in a building. He finds some artifacts which grant abilities when held. He finds one which grants extra Investiture if he's injured. Holding it, he steps outside, gets shot, then steps back inside. Now that he's holding more Investiture, he looks through the artifacts trying to find the one which will turn him into a Bloodmaker.


Curtis, England
I'm in England, in a place called Curtis. My wife and I are walking along a wooded road, talking. We hear thunder, and she makes a comment about its cardinal direction. I look skeptically at her, and she's offended. I stop to think about it and realize she's probably intuiting that, since thunderstorms usually roll in from the north, this one is probably north of us too. Since we're walking on a winding path in the woods and can't see any landmarks, I can't think of any other way she could have known what direction it's in.

Now we're talking to Mr. Curtis, the localc pastor, and I realize the town must have been named after him. We tell him that my mom is moving back to England and ask him for a good recomendation of what church she can go to. We talk about how hard it is to switch from driving on the right to driving on the left.


Outside a club
I'm in a cafe-style restaurant sitting at a small circular table across from my wife. We're under some kind of balcony, near a column. The counter is off to my left. Looking at it, the wall behind it is massive, going up higher than the balcony lets me see. At first, I think the place is a theater, but it dawns on me that we're actually sitting outside a strip club. I see a huge sign on the wall advertising what's inside, but I can only make out part of it since most of it is blocked by the column. Eventually I move so that I can read the sign, and sure enough, it's advertising a strip club.

From my new perspective, I can see the side of the building. Each level has a door and a walkway connecting it to stairs. One of the doors opens and a young woman, dressed in normal street clothes, comes out.

Now my attention is back on the ground floor. I see a line forming to the left of the counter and going through a large doorway. Looking more closely, I see that the doorway is actually the entrance to the women's bathroom. Weird. My wife explains that they converted the women's bathroom into a second entrance since the main entrance was so clogged and no women ever come here.

Now I notice that some people are sitting down at the table we were previously at, but we left our stuff there. I go to collect it, telling the people they're welcome to sit there.


Fixing a lightswitch
I'm in a room with Alex. He's trying to fix a light switch, but he's having trouble. He leaves for a minute and comes back with more tools, including a saw-on-a-pole. It's way too large to be in here, and he nearly hits me with it as he's turning around. I hear someone on the stairs, and a maintenance/handyman comes in with even more tools.


Big FedEx truck
I'm walking along a road with someone else, and we see a tractor-trailer FedEx truck towing a small trailer. I'm bemused, and my companion explains that FedEx has a budget freeze, so they can't buy any new trucks; but they have more deliveries than ever, so they're having to send out large trucks instead of their traditional smaller trucks.


Fragment: Crazy girl's bedroom

I am staying at a very prestigious hotel suite, akin to the Ambassador or Renaissance. I am just wandering around and exploring and marveling at all the different luxurious amenities they provide. I go downstairs to the lobby and check out the gym and shower/sauna area. Eventually, I get lost. Apparently, I am at this hotel and staying with a group of people, but I have separated myself from them. I see them in the distance but have no interest in rejoining them.

In the lobby of the hotel is a train depot, like the monorail system at Walt Disney World which runs through the Contemporary Hotel in the Magic Kingdom. I get on one of the trains and sit next to a British couple. The woman is incessantly talking to her husband and she never shuts up. We get off at the next stop, which looks like a big, empty terminal. There are rows of chairs in a circular pattern which go down into an amphitheater. I run toward the chairs and start jumping on them like a little kid, making my way towards the empty concession area in the far back of the station. As I hop on the chairs I can hear the British woman tell her husband that this was her "favorite stop" in America and that she loves to hop and jump on the chairs like I'm doing. Fade Recall. Dreamt 1/15/2017