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Morning of July 13, 2016. Wednesday.



The first segment relates to my wife Zsuzsanna and our family as we are now though living in a house that seems like a variation of the Loomis Street house. One difference is that there is an additional porch door on its south end, closest to the internal wall. It had apparently been unused for longer periods by other tenants and was even nailed shut. In fact, there is a point at which I remove the nails and we use it for a time. Eventually, our landlord appears and, even though we had been using the door recently, makes the claim “this door has never been opened”. I find his ignorance typical of people but amusing. He appears to be here to make repairs.

Soon, there is this idea that I am leaving for an undetermined amount of time. Zsuzsanna had asked me at least twice if there was a nude man sleeping in the middle of the street (dream sign). I am not sure at first as it may just be an animal that had been run over. It seems to be late afternoon. Everyone is sad to see me leave. I leave with no additional belongings or items. A car pulls up (from the north if assuming Loomis Street) and an unknown teenage girl is the driver. (This is one of those many times when I somehow know that I am creating the events in my dream, in this case summoning the driver “out of nowhere”, but I am not at all aware that I am dreaming.) Before I ride off in the car (the driver’s side being on the left even though I have lived in Australia since 1994), Zsuzsanna asks me again about a possible nude man sleeping in the middle of the street but I am still not sure.

The dark-haired girl is dressed somewhat formally in black slacks and a light-colored sleeveless top. I do not learn her name at any point. Her demeanor is somewhat formal though still cheerful. I notice that the unusual imagery in the middle of the street is actually an animatronics display of two beavers as in an implied scene from one of the “Chronicles of Narnia” movies. This seems curious to me as it may be a hazard for vehicles to have to drive around. Ahead, as we go south, we notice other animatronics displays, most of which are large but most are on each side of the street. One, on the left, is somewhat like a small Nativity scene. This all seems like some sort of temporary publicity stunt as well as a holiday-related event.

A shift occurs and it is now late at night. I am now walking with the unknown female in an unfamiliar alley though it is an illogical setting as one alley leads into an additional perpendicular alley with a high light-colored wooden fence on the opposite side. An unknown man approaches us with a knife to rob us. Even though I am not lucid, I say “You have no knife” and his knife vanishes. He appears to be very puzzled and somewhat concerned. For a short time I think of making him vanish as well but instead, I create a revolver in my right hand and aim it at him. I then think that this might make the girl think that I am a violent person so I cause my gun to vanish. The man runs off into the night.

I am now returning to my family. It has been two years since I had seen them (though Zsuzsanna appears about twenty years younger and our children appear about three years younger). I hug her in the doorway. We are going to travel to a new home. Many people are going to help us, though most of them are in their fifties to seventies. The journey will be difficult since we have to wade through a river in the coldest part of the year. In fact, someone asks me why I want to go there at this time but I do not have an answer for them. Still, I am not sure how Zsuzsanna and our children get through as I only see several older people making the journey. I am with them but somehow not fully in my body. I do not seem as stressed as they are by the conditions of the environment. One older male’s outer flesh had come off from his right side and I can see his ribs and lungs. He keeps wading through the cold water with the others. I think perhaps he may die, yet he continues. I feel a bit guilty about his condition.

We all end up on the porch of my family’s new home. Oddly, it just seems like another version of the Loomis Street house (in seeming location and orientation) that we had left. It seems an older unknown male is letting us live there for as long as we want. The male who had a large strip of his flesh come off seems to be okay now. Many antiques and knickknacks are visible, including some sort of smaller cylindrical objects with a forest painted in one smaller circular area on the side and which may be candle holders. I remark about the house probably having been built in the 1700s. I see that the brick wall on my right is very crooked, with the bricks at various depths from the wall’s implied center (almost as if something very strong had tried to push out from the other side) but this does not seem problematic in any way. There seems to be some sort of machine attached to the ceiling. I can see two small rectangular buttons close to each other longways, one red, one yellow, the red one on the left as I look up. Someone activates it with a switch on the wall for a short time and a few are wary of it as it is fairly large and hanging over their heads. It is connected to some sort of pulley and is part of a device to carry parts for production from one area to another but has been unused since perhaps the 1800s.

I look out through the doorway and discover that there is now an additional porch that is illogically linked to the front of this porch. It is a bit bigger and mostly glass and metal rather than brick. There is a series of French doors all the way across the front. I clearly see writing that is printed in large letters (at least six rows) from ceiling to floor. It says “To Lulu” on each left door and “To me” on each right door (and there are probably four sets of two) so that the writing is close near the middle of where each pair of doors open. The writing is on bars that go across what is otherwise glass to where I can see outside to the street.

I go back into the other smaller porch and comment on how the house was built for, and dedicated to, a girl named Lulu. I start repeating “To Lulu, to me, to Lulu, to me” over and over. (Lulu is the name of a singer who sang “To Sir with Love”, which I heard a lot as a child and young adult and which I also performed as an instrumental on both accordions and keyboards. However, there is also a song called “Don’t Bring Lulu” which I also performed, though I assume it means the singer as Paula Abdul was referenced in one of my last dreams.)

1. It was nighttime and I was standing in my driveway, specifically in the spot where I normally park my car, except my car was gone. I look in front of me and see my dad's white Silverado. "Haha, dad doesn't have a truck anymore. He traded it in for a Cocoa colored Suburban because it would fit the entire family considering 3 more family members were moving in with us. I am dreaming." I said aloud. With that I walked down my driveway. At the end of my driveway I stopped and looked around. The main street that is normally in front of my house is now gone and is replaced by an extremely large cul-de-sac. This cul-de-sac is so large that it seems to be equivalent to the size of at least one football field in its overall surface area.
I walked out into the cul-de-sac. All the way across the cul-de-sac I could see a few kids playing around. I think one of them had a scooter as well. I looked up into the night sky; it was perfectly clear, and although it wasn't completely pitch black, I could still see many stars. Seconds later the dream destabilized due to my lack of stabilization and self awareness and I woke up.

2. I am in my driveway once more, and everything looks just as it did in the last dream except for the fact that there were no vehicles in the driveway at all. Because of this, I became Lucid immediately. I had a little self awareness, and the fact that I was in the exact same dream as before both intrigued and excited me. My emotions go the best of me due to my lack of effort to control them and the dream destabilized and I woke up.

Faulty brake
It's daytime. I'm driving a car in what seems to be the Netherlands. The steering wheel is on the left side. I think it is my mom's car. I enter a street with a dead end and some parking spots on both side of it. There's a supermarket here. I try to park for what feels like 5 minutes, just failing and failing. First I use the sidewalk to get past 2 cars which are blocking the street. I find some parking spots, but they're all marked with blue lines and a wheel chair. Handicapped spots. Damn. At one point I consider just standing on the spot for a moment, cause it's just going so ridiculously bad. I go back a bit down the street again and find some parallel parking spots. There's 3 in a row, all empty. I try to park, but even here I mess up. I can't get it between the lines. I use the handbrake and the footbrake at the same time, yet the car keeps moving. Eventually it just moves all the way backwards into a container or something, coming to a standstill. While it was moving backwards I realised that this is too messed up to be real. Plus, a car with faulty brakes has happened more often in my dreams. I don't even care what happens to the car anymore. I focus on pushing the index finger of my right hand through my left hand. There's one second where nothing happens and then it suddenly sinks in. Cool! The tip of my index finger emerges on the other side and I wiggle it a bit. I'm not sure if I should keep it there to make it easier to remain stable, or if I should move it out again. I do the latter. This is the first moment that I become aware of the car radio playing music. I make a gesture with my right hand to turn off the sound and it works. Sweet! Now, to summon a fireball to win my bet with werty52. I become anxious for a few seconds at most and suddenly I'm awake in my bed. I didn't RC to check if it was a FA.

I used to push my finger from my left hand into my right hand. I switched it the other way around about 4 days ago.
My bet with werty52 is actually to conjure up a waterball.

Fragments
» I'm in front of a hospital or something. I just arrived by car. There's someone else with me. My mom? I'm supposed to see the doctor, but I can't recall why. There's a railing in front of the hospital and I decide to bust some parkour moves. I do a few vaults, one of them going ridiculously bad. Guess my muscle memory has 'forgotten' these moves, cause I haven't done it in so long. I should practice them again. Not now though.

» There's a very trippy fragment from something happening out in the universe. Two of my friends / people I was with had to kill themselves to go back to the normal dimension.

Break out
I'm inside a police station. We've just been arrested for.. dunno. We're in a group. The woman in our group gets escorted to a cell with a glass door that says VIP and looks freaking fancy. Damn. She's escorted by a female cop (wearing a hijab I think and middle eastern style outfit). They start struggling as the woman tries to escape. In the end we all break out. I go by every door, checking if there's someone who might go after us. I have a gun.. a gas gun (or something). It's supposed to knock people out, but it doesn't do much. I still use it anyway. There's only one person in one of the rooms who I know. Kristen, my classmate. I ask her if she will snitch on me. She says she has no clue where I'm going cause we never hang out, cause she thinks I'm crazy and this just proves it. Thanks! She knows exactly where I'll go. Indonesia. I give her a quick hug and run out. We've only got half the crew assembled, cause the other half didn't get arrested. We need to get to them. Someone wants to make a call to them. I tell him not to, cause it may be traced. We walk for a bit (not the mad dash you'd expect from having just escaped police custody). We end up passing my old high school. Two police cars and a third, not police car but looking official, pass by. I turn my head and pretend to be talking to my friends. One of them tells me that I can tell the story that I was trying to tell. As soon as the cars have passed I explain that I didn't have shit to tell. I just wanted to hide my face from the cops. Let's get to the rest of the crew. It's my cousin, her husband and kids.. and an old man.

Created Tuesday 12 July 2016

Eh... Had a cluster of drama bomb dreams within the last week, not anything I should bore you with. There were also plenty of seconds long DILDs as well that aren't worth mentioning. Today, I recalled about five dreams, all taking place after dawn. However, at the moment, I only remember one of these more thoroughly.

Dream 1 - PS3 Retrieval Mission

The visuals were mostly clear. I was in a highschool, meandering around by some outdoor benches near a patio. Amongst the students there, I identified a younger version of my sister, Laura, and my brother, Timothy.

Apparently, I'd left a PS3 somewhere by the patios. I ignore it for a while as I wander off. When I return, the console (unsurprisingly) was gone, making me very upset. Timothy finds out, and we blame each other for the mess.

Somehow, I realized I could rewind time with the Undo command (explicitly ctrl + z in dream). I backtrack to just before I left, but even at that point, the console was long gone. Still, I noticed a few unsavory figures under the patio, all these some bad eggs under suspension. Of them was a guy with an oversized black backpack, the only one among them with any carrying equipment. Definitely my mark.

They're ordered inside a nearby building. I sneak behind after them. This takes me to a surprisingly heavily guarded checkpoint, some assault rifle-toting personnel screening everyone from behind chest high, embrasured walls. I try creeping through, but was spotted, and was fired at in turn. I roll down and duck, whereas others were caught in the crossfire. A panicked rewind later, I try again, only this time, I will myself to become invisible, and sneak in without notice. This transparency was short lived, so I had to hurry onwards.

Next, I arrive at a narrow but elaborate fortified laboratory, its walls plated with metals, and blinking lights and lit screens of various sizes providing some visibility. On a widened opening in the back-right corner was a lounge, complete with several rows of cushioned chairs, a large screened TV, and a game console. Ahead to the left were some counters, a jumble of wires and several laptops and desktop PCs on top. Two male scientists were chattering behind there, one with gray hair and one with black.

I walk in casually, which instantly alerted the scientists, one of which trigger an alarm. Yep, smooth move... Again, I backtracked, and I wait until they're sufficiently distracted. When that happens, I try and sneak by invisibly, but one noticed my blinking out of sight. Oddly, he was more amazed than surprised. Still, I thought it safer to rewind. I try yet again, this time fading earlier, requiring my rushing by. Such noise made them suspicious. What's more, I blinked back in at an inconvenient time, and could barely hide behind some chairs. They investigate, and, luckily, find nothing. The two shrug, and go back to their business.

Someone else enters, a dark skinned paraplegic male student with glasses. He was somehow familiar to me. Anyway, I sneak to the lounge as the scientists greeted him, just barely keeping out of their sight. Just then, the student goes to the lounge and plays some games. He instantly notices me, but, for whatever reason, says nothing.

After that, I head to the exit he arrived from. Past a small, steel bridge was large structure clearly constructed of soft material (like styrofoam), its rounded walls made to appear as camo fortifications. A children's fun room, I thought. Soon, a number of younger kids burst out, each no older than ten years old. I try turning invisible, but couldn't. So, I climb on the roof to keep hidden. Several kids spotted and pointed at me, but distracted themselves afterwards.

Things get unclear. I sneak back to the lounge, and acknowledge forgetting why I was even there. Several more tries at invisibility don't succeed, so I had to figure out how to escape.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended.

Scrap Group 1
A Mortal Kombat related dream. This involved a convoluted plot by Dark Raiden. He leads Earthrealmers into a trap to delay them. Time travel is involved, and a past form of Raiden arrives to help.

Then, a dream set in Victorian London, mostly occurring on a balcony in a public building. Two clean shaven gentlemen talk of going through several amazing adventures for the sake of ice cream. They've apparently travelled through many alternate dimensions, but have since longed for their true home. When they left, younger versions of themselves arrive. The two have a brief interaction with a young noble lady. She bade they not speak with her for their protection. Too late. A constable arrives, and arrests the men for not having time travel permits. The men weren't even aware they'd been in a time warp. One bemoaned not being able to taste English ice cream.

Downstairs at home. From a mirror, I find out my facial and head hair has become white. Start using my laptop. For whatever reason, I eat tufts of my beard, getting sharp strands of hair caught between my teeth.

I talk to Benjamin about my beating a Mechazor deck in Duelyst. He wasn't impressed, and further snide comments of his annoy me.

Something nasty happens at home, possibly even caused by me. Probably had to do with big bugs.

D1: Non-lucid- I was granted access to the Ellen Degeneres set & became friends from her. She showed me around in the building into secret hangout places & into a hidden parking garage. We hung out for quite a while but there was nothing remarkable about it.

D2: Non-lucid- I was hanging out with Steve Moses from season 17 of Big Brother. I don't remember much of the detail but we watched him sitting on the block waiting to see if he was going to be voted out, lol.

I have no idea what either of these dreams even mean.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown

I had an LD tonight. I went to bed around 8:30 pm for a nap but it took me some time to fall asleep, and I woke up at 10 pm. I rarely have LDs at night, but my sleeping times are messed up currently anyway.

It started with some painful sensations like the last time but I was aware I was dreaming this time, and tried to get rid of them but couldn't but at least I knew they were not real, so I suffered less. Then I thought I woke up and realized it was false awakening and became conscious again, and false awakenings kept happening, probably 5 times. I tried to summon somethings each time, but it didn't always work. There was never a time enough to go with the flow and live a story or something but I had some fun in between them.

I remember in one of the false awakenings, I thought that my body moved in real life while spinning in the dream. I thought that because when I woke up (not really, just a false awakening) I found myself in a weird position and floating! and that sounded realistic to me at the time until I realized later I was still dreaming.

11.07.2016

That's How Much I Want This Job (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I'm currently job-hunting, and there's a particular job that should've gotten back to me this week--one that I want massively.


The first part I remember is having to crawl across a large pipe above a huge pool of sewage. It stinks even worse than normal sewage I'm sure, and has a distinct vomit smell to it. I'm with three other people at least, split into two groups, though I don't think we're competing at this point.

Me and a girl are taking it in turns to try and cross, but we fall off and into the sewage often. This then makes the pipe more slippery, and makes it harder and harder for us to not throw up ourselves. The girl is using a plate to throw up on so that it doesn't go directly onto the pipe. I don't throw up but I've never been able to taste such a horrific smell in my life. It even follows me into waking life when my alarm goes.


I'm then in a skate park kind of setting, but instead of ramps there is a large multicoloured canvas stretching over about 200 square metres, and raised unevenly at various points, as if a sort of tent roof.

I repeatedly (at least five times) climb up on one side and walk tentatively over what I deem to be the strongest parts to the other side, before jumping down and starting again. I do this in the hopes that it will help me get the job. There are two other people doing the same, far away from me, and one guy in particular I can see; he often picks up a skateboard and attempts to skate on it slowly. I worry that this will get him more points.


Shortly after, in the same area, I'm on an astroturf pitch with various others a competing for the job. There is a coach-type figure, who will decide who gets it. Among the other applicants are some people I knew from school, but never really liked very much.

I can't remember if there's anything he gets us to do, but I go off to the toilet, before worrying that I could be missing valuable time to impress the coach. I realise I've been complacent about my chances, and notice that there are still a lot of people in line to get the job.

I dread to think of the people from my school getting it, as I feel they don't deserve it (they're not even in the same line of work as I am).

I was a monster from a movie that was destroying everything around and was extremely annoying. It was in some kind of flat with houses and administration offices. I was smashing every object and grabbing reach women, then kissing them.

night before:
+ a portion of the fence in our former CA home is missing, our dog could get out. I'm sizing up the boards we'll need to rebuild it. I'm walking around the perimeter of our yard. Turning the corner I see the fence is made out of metallic strips that are rustry/peeling paint, they need to be restored

+ cars like dune buggies are zipping around on a dirt road partially covered by snow. They are taking corners fast and skidding around. Something about they are supposed to be pulling carriages. Stop in front of a house in the country, a car has its hood open, its radiator is boiling/steaming and my son S2 is about to open the cap. He opens it and pours in water from a large water jug instead of ani-freeze. A large, naked woman steps into the engine compartment which contains a full-sized bathtub, she relaxes in the tub. My son moves to close the hood and I think this will trap her in there and it might get too hot. Another woman climbs in and there's a hole leading to the bathtub that will allow her to finger the woman in the tub.

last night:

+ driving around talking to some woman about my former CA home. I say it was in the center of downtown "C..." [true]. The woman says "that's right on top of The Bomb!". I think she's talking about the earthquake fault line. I mention the house wasn't just a fixer-upper, it was a "rebuild-er". Arrive in some house walk in to the garden, wife is there, I'm looking at the flower/strange plants, different base/top, tall & spindly stems with flowers on the end

+ in some friend's house in a party situation. My wife arrives with our two young sons and has brought pizza. The pizza is wrapped in white paper and I'm unfolding them on low tables. There are more and more pizzas, this must have cost a lot. I see ham and mushroom. I'm looking for a pepperoni and find one, there are two large round pieces of pepperoni stacked one on the other on the slice I take. I then notice that the low tables/couches are all gone and there is a (3-4" diameter) hole in the floor, I look down in the hole and see the subfloor and think this was the work of [former colleague] RyHo (company "3"). I "know" this hole is where the underside of the couches connect to the floor so they're held in place.

+ I'm in a house with two guys, the owner and some professional guy. The owner is apparently gay and his partner guy comes home to see the other (professional) guy there and I think he may misunderstand and get jealous/sad, but the professional guy is there to cheer up the owner's BF. Then I'm the BF and in a bubble bath prepared by the professional. There are strange living being's faces strapped to my wrists. I put my hands under the water/bubbles and take them out and I notice the face on my right wrist's eye blinking away the suds. I think what a great idea this bath is and these things on my wrists also a great idea.

+ flying DO over a round platform/field covered with small black/white robot beings which are moving around. There are strange beasts rolling on the ground to the side, like a big tortoise with long legs leaning on its side and displaying some weird genitals underneath. I'm hugging the muzzle of some large animal like a horse or a big dog and kissing its snout.

+ I'm in a classroom sitting at a desk, there is some equipment like a pair of eyeglasses in front of me. The teacher for the class is telling us for next time we should upgrade to the "664" model of the glasses. I ask the teacher if the upgrade will be lasting for the remainder of our class. He says that actually the "564" model is good enough to last the rest of the class.

+(f) I'm "backstage" with some beings in colorful robes. One of them is Satan. We're hugging each other. I'm a bit leery of Satan. This happens twice.

+(f) in an area with two very long rows of picnic tables end-to-end. There are piles of clothing on them. I'm moving my clothing out of the way to clear room on the first set of tables.

+ I'm observing my dad playing a difficult war board game. He's playing the side of the underdog. Right at the start he places units which he says are grenade launchers with a secondary unit that increases the grenade launcher's efficacy. He also places another set of units in another place. I know that moving fast and playing aggressively at the beginning of the game is the underdog's only chance. I'm impressed with my dad's knowledge of the game and the characteristics of the various units.

I was with my aunt. She was attempting to show me some video of something on vhs. The video she put in looked like it was an after school special from the 1980s, and as we let it play it became apparent that the teenagers on the video were talking about being gay. It wasn’t the video she had hoped to show me, but before she could remove it my grandfather (her father)whom had been in the room— played by no other than George Bush Senior in this dream- became upset and started lecturing my aunt on how it was wrong to be gay, why would she play a tape like this, etc. I tried to step in and said that young people think differently now, and that there was nothing wrong with it.
He listened with a concerned but not angry look on is face, and then tried to explain to me why it was wrong. He asked me if I was an artist, I said yes and that I was pretty left-leaning in general. I said didn’t know what it was like to fight in a war but maybe some people he fought with were gay. (Thinking of Bush’s WWII days I guess) He tried to list statistics and I forget what happened after that.

There was an open door to the outside and I heard the sound of a hawk. I knew before I looked the it was a baby hawk, and I went and picked it up and moved it over to a ‘safe’ place on the edge of a parking lot with other little baby birds.
Later I was handed a kitten, and I walked round with it and showed it to people.

My husband and I were on a trip in Europe. We were at the beginning of a many-legged-flight. The plane almost left me behind. Instead of being inside of the plane my perspective was from the rear outside of the plane and as if I were laying in bed. We were in the air for what seemed like five minutes when the pilot began the landing procedure. I felt the plane speed up tremendously as we descent, and we landed on a cobblestone or brick road in between to long rows of cargo shipping containers. The plane drove along this road until we reached the sea, and the he stopped the plane perched on a semi-steep rock, so as passengers exited they had to step partially in water and then climb up a wet, slippery rock. The pilot laughed at us.
We had landed in Spain or Greece (people were saying both) though it looked more like a town from a fantasy novel. The sun was setting and the sky was pink. There were giant, intricate marble statues of animals and trees all around. I was taking photographs. Some people went into a convenience store.


Thoughts:
Hmm. A conservative patriarchal figure. The subject of homosexuality broached. Baby birds. Traveling, planes, statues. I keep wondering if any of this was spawned by something I watched on television recently. Especially the George Bush part. WTF was he doing here? He sort of reminded me of someone…not my father or grandfathers…I can’t place it. This just occurred to me—I wonder if he was supposed to represent my aunt’s real father (my Mom's real father), who passed away when she was three and before I was born. He was conservative and religious, and he fought in the Korean war. My grandmother had remarried when I was very young so the man I knew as my grandfather on the side was my mother’s step-father.

The giant marble statues almost seemed like Gods. I have thought a bit about mythology recently, and perhaps I was scanning the gods from above in my mind in this dream.

I was hanging out with some people. An office.

I was being chased by my classmates from high school. I was with a male friend, but they're after our "group." (not sure what group) Two of my classmates chased me and my friend in a forest-like area that's reminiscent of USLS's small forest near the coliseum. Friend said he'll draw them off, but I worried that they'll still chase me. For some reason, they didn't. After a while, one did. I was trying to post on social media that I'm being chased and including the names but I didn't know yet who were chasing me until they got close enough.

I was avoiding one taking the phone away while I was running and typing.

I was checking something online, not sure why or what anymore.

Remember that while typing became lucid due to the light feeling of my fingers.

As soon as I became lucid decided it was time to take on the challenge thing again, but didn't quite remember what was exactly the goal for now and just teleported to that place before it was too late.

When I first arrived, had some trouble thinking about what I had to do, clearly recalled that I had to only use two powers, one of them being use of hair and the other one being the ability to store energy within things, such as the hair so yeah.

Look down and see the robe I had before, then look up and see some kind of forest... forest... OH YEAH! Forest giant, it is nowhere to be seen and the only obvious sign of it is some kind of big footprint on the floor next to a destroyed village.

"Yo!" say to the people on the village and ask them where exactly the giant is moving towards the city, or at least they say that it was like an hour ago and start to complain about me being a terrible hero, meh.

Move using my hair over to the city and when I arrive, see other people fighting the big giant, it is made of moss that for some reason reacts to my power, so assume that is the hair of the giant, alright.

Use my robes and transform them fully while hovering above the giant and then create a giant spear, making the hair condense enough for it to pierce through and wait for a bit because the silly giant is moving a lot and I don't have enough energy to spam the spears.

One of the heroes from teh association is aware of my movements and makes the giant stop moving by hitting it with a barrage of attacks from below, then just pierce and start to absorb the power of the giant and make it onto a nice pair of boots then go down to the other heroes.

We start to talk and try to repair the problems with the destruction caused by the giant, and then discover that it was sent by some kind of alien... alright? They start to send more and the hero I was with knows that I can fight them off, so sends me over to the aliens.

When I arrive they make a giant descend upon me and quickly destroy it using the hair of the last giant to break the new one from the inside out, then make the hair go upwards and bring down three of the ships. The rest run away quickly and then send down some kind of zombies which will explode soon and kill a lot of people.

I try to take them down along with the other heroes, but we can't hurt them at all they just regenerate. Some other hero says he hears something and recognizes the zombies, they are actually our own people! They tell us that they need their heart to be eaten in order to get killed and not explode and me, not having enough hair to protect everyone or move them start to munch down the chest of the zombies and lament myself for not having my other powers with me in order to make it not taste like rotting meat... or fresh meat f or some of them, EWWWW.

I'm in a burned down forest. Nothing is left standing. The place has (somehow) been flooded as well. I don't remember feeling any cold from the water. I'm not sure if I was standing in it or on it. There's an orangutan trapped below the water. I think because he's somehow stuck under a tree trunk. I'm not sure if he's still alive. I think I see some movement. Above the water level are two straws. I consider giving them to him, for him to use to get some air. Will he know what to do with it though? And will it even work well enough, considering how thin they are? The final question I ask myself is if I wouldn't just be extending his suffering and giving him false hope, as there isn't really a way out.

The fact that the Borneo orangutang is now critically endangered got thrown into my face a lot yesterday.

I'm back home. I'm looking outside from the front of the house. I see two boxes. I'm afraid to open them. I assume I opened at least one of them because there is the bottom part of a dress or skirt. It has money in it. I give the money to I think my gf. Its also nighttime which might of been why I was kind of scared...

I talked to a friend of mine today and she thought what was emotions inside the boxes. If anyone who reads this would like to interpret it that would be cool of you.

I was watching the scene unfold. The people wore the attire from the 50's but there were candies & such oddities that reminded me of Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory movie. I was supposed to marry one man but was being guided along another path from scene to scene showing me why another was more suitable for me. It was very light hearted & really calm & happy. I was just enjoying it until I got woke up from stomach pains. Damn constipation, lol.



I have been reading about meditation which is helping me keep centered & calm but I can't wait till my son goes back to college so I can use living room for some new meditations. He's up at all hours & is really loud talking with fellow gamers. He just gets louder & louder due to the headphones. Sigh. Momma needs her meditation time damn it!


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown