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Bedtime: 11:00 pm
WBTB: 3:30 am
Technique: mantra (Is this a dream?), counting
Notes: This dream occurred between 7 and 7:30 am, after multiple wake-ups throughout the morning

I am working at Blumac's (a bar I worked at years ago). I committed to one night just for fun, but I realize the owner put me back on the schedule 4-5 days a week. I am worried I can't handle that kind of schedule anymore since I'm out of shape, and really might be too old for this now. I greet Michelle in the dressing room and realize she is older than me and looks amazing, so maybe I can do this for a little while to earn some extra money. I decide to stay, but I don't want to work Friday or Saturday nights, or double shifts. I ask one of the other girls if she would like my Friday shift and she agrees.

I return for my second shift. I overhear the other girls talking about money, and realize that I handled my tips incorrectly the night before. I put my money in my makeup bag instead of giving it to the DJ, so I didn't pay the DJ or bouncer last night. I feel bad. I start digging through my bag to count my money and notice there is a lot more than I thought. Suddenly I realize in horror that I am looking through the wrong bag. I feel horribly embarrassed and worry that someone might think I'm trying to rob her. Thankfully no one sees me, so I sit down to relax again and sort through my clothes. I contemplate getting a trunk for my clothes again instead of dealing with this messy gym bag.

I suddenly remember to look at the RC tattoo on my arm. I fully expect to see the word "Dream" written there, but when I look I see only a P and another partial letter. I stare at it, dumbfounded for a minute, then become fully lucid. I stand up, excited, and look around the room to see how stable the dream is. Everything is solid, and I move easily. I realize this is the highest level of lucidity I've had in over a year! I decide to glide instead of walk. I glide easily across the room and out the door. As I enter the next room, I notice things are hazy, like I am not wearing my contacts. I decide to keep moving, hoping things will clear up because I'm concerned about waking myself if I try to adjust the light. I decide to go outside, hoping the light will clear up naturally out there. I see a door to the patio and decide to walk right through the solid wood. It works! The dream is much clearer outside. The sky is blue and the weather is pleasant. I see a large brown dog across the yard. When it sees me it gets up and runs my direction. It appears to be very friendly and curious. I notice there is something odd about it's jaw, so I try to look closer.....then BEEEEEP! Damn alarm work me up!

08.01.2016

The Train-Like Restaurant & Fabricated Memories (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, I’m going inside a restaurant with a female relative, and the environment itself is akin to a Denny’s. The flooring consists of a bland, dark green carpet with some blotches in it, and the walls are dark brown, with no attempts at hiding the creases of the planks utilized to sustain the composition.

The lighting is surprisingly bright, and most of the area seems to be dark, and I noticed the light seems to conform to wherever our current proximity is. I’m not sure what I’m wearing, but I’m getting flashes that I’m probably wearing a sky blue dress shirt with some black dress pants, and brown shoes; maybe even a Khaki/vanilla colored dress shirt with similar colored dress pants as well.

So, as we’re going inside, there’s a Hispanic waitress that asks us how many people, and I recall putting my hands up for “two,” but noticed it was putting up for 3, but the waitress inferred that it was for two instead. I quickly put my right hand down, and tried to shrug off the awkward situation. The waitress is wearing a black shirt, pants, and an apron as well. She looks like she’s in her mid-40s, a bundled up hairstyle-like a ponytail that’s scattered about at the ends, and has some makeup that makes her visage a little bulkier, but not in terms of fat. There was something attractive about it, but I can’t fathom precisely why.

She has the menu on her left hand, and it’s a vanilla sheet of paper that’s protected by a laminate with some brown leather borders. She’s waving it left and right, and a few nuances of going forward and backward all while making sure it doesn’t touch her thighs. She was quite an elaborate way of walking with swaying her hips side to side, and I’m tempted to look at her rear because she’s moving like a pendulum.

She turns her head to the side, and I feel she noticed, and she quickly turned back to the front to continue guiding us where to go. Just when she thought she would find a table for us, I glanced over to my right of a Non-Smoking section stated for verbatim.

As she’s preparing to make a complete 180 to eventually ask us if this table will be alright, I asked her if we can go into the non-smoking section. Before I bother listening to her retort, I noticed the table we would’ve sat around had some random dream characters that were already preparing themselves to eat, which was really awkward for the waitress to suggest.

She eventually guides us through the non-smoking area, and this environment is starting to feel like some grandiose train with several layers going laterally for some reason due to the how every time we go through a door, it’s like going through the train’s door and mini-hallways before going to the next section. There was this old school vibe behind the train, but it was fairly maintained in appearance.

We eventually reach to the other end, and noticed that there’s some tables perpendicularly placed in front of us. They’re covered by white sheets, and the base and legs consist of a caramel brown color with a subtle nuance of yellow to it. There’s some people sitting to the right in front of us, and one that comes to mind is a certain co-worker of mine, but I’m not interested in going into detail on that.

So, we’re sitting down, and we finally prepare for what to eat. I remember there were other dream characters that were talking and asking people certain questions like their childhood, etc. I think I pitched in at some point, and started having flashes fabricated out of nowhere.

It’s like each flash was a pocket dimension for me to experience those moments that I never really experienced before. These little conduits were transient, but somehow gave me the implication that I had these experiences before, even though I explicitly can say with confidence that these were merely fabricated.

Some things that came to mind entailed me running around this tropical beach area where there are some fancy houses around; like some large backyard where there’s this gregarious hangout, and everyone has a spirited disposition. I see remnants of my visage as a child, and me moving around with joy, and then said entity twirling around to face towards me smiling, and then dissipating.

I go back into being aware of the current environment with the restaurant section, and things start fading out from there.

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08.01.2016

Eating Tacos with Shane West & Asian Lady (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m walk through more hallways that vibe off the vibe that I’m in some train, but still feel a bit too large for the notion. Things are darker than the previous dream, and the orange lighting is the dominate feature that bleeds into the brown-colored theme of the walls, furniture, and cabinets as well.

There’s this surreal vibe I’m picking off from the dream, and based on my emotions at the time, it seemed that I’m going through a resting period from some kind of conflict, or objective that was chaotic, I think.


Whatever the case, I move forward to an area that looks like a mini-bar, and it seems that it’s already at its closing period, and I noticed an Asian female is all by herself sitting down preparing to munch down on some late night food. She has this waitress outfit where the black dress on top of the white dress shirt she’s wearing is up to her upper thighs for eye candy. She’s really cute, and the puffy white shoulder compartments augments this appearance.

She seems to be pretty comfortable with me being around, even though she’s not paying too much attention to me. I noticed that Shane West is also preparing to sit next to her, and asked her while pointing at some Tacos,

“Are you going to eat that?”

She makes the “No” gesture, and he proceeds to sit down. I go forward, and go around the side and asked her if I can eat some as well. She moves around to sit next to the middle of me and Shane West, and she continues eating. I sit down, and I take that as a “yes,” and proceeded to take one of the tacos.

The Taco itself was an absolute guilt trip; ooey-gooey cheese that’s dripping on the sides very slowly. I can see the viscosity glaring at me along with the warm ground beef, and the vegetable toppings with lettuce, tomatoes, and such drenched on the top. I knew it was a dream, and it’s not like I’m cheating on a diet, or anything.

I take one long bite where I get my teeth into the taco, and moved my tongue around as if I was trying to caress it, and took a long series of chews to absorb the bulkiness of it all. I can feel the cheesy juices going into my throat, and I let out those “Hmm..Hmm..” sounds. I told her that this is really good, and started to munch them down one by one. I felt a slight disturbance in my stomach, but I didn’t care.

The tacos were awesome, but I found the pairing with Shane West, the Asian lady, and me was odd.

It was cold winter morning. A blizzard was raging all around. I took some clothes and then someone parked his car on my front yard. I went outside, and saw that it was one of my classmates - a blonde haired, well built dude. He told me that we should drive to a bar. I agreed, but told him that with winning a wager with him, I'm not going to drink alcohol. He told me that he's going to drink, but needs a driver. We entered the bar - it was heavily crowded as there was a party inside, sat near one of the tables and he drank some vodka.

Note: These fragments may be out of order chronologically. NON-LUCID

There was a city built within high almost "castle like" walls, these walks were built very high to conceal the city. I was walking around with me and a few companions, one of them being my old high school friend. We were searching for the venue hall, as my professor's saxophone quartet was about to play (IRL his quartet is one of the best in the world and is actually performing this weekend across the country).

The walls were stone, the ground was a mix of earth and stone pathways. I kept getting lost trying to find the concert venue.

I remember being with my boyfriend, still in the city but this time we were doing laundry at one of the Laundromats within the confines of the city. We had a LOT of laundry to do. We almost left it unattended because we wanted to go someplace else for some reason, until I spoke up and said that we need to take care of the laundry, and at least get it into baskets before we leave. I think I said something to the effect of "We don't want someone stealing our clothes while we are gone."

I remember running from these large, grey hound-type dogs. They were rabid and vicious. I almost want to say they were the guard dogs of this city, yet they were mistaken in attacking us, perhaps just attacking anything. I remember telling my friends and I to get to higher ground to escape them. We frantically climbed up a smaller wooden wall and stoop upon it while the rabid dog below attempted to jump, snarl and bite at us.

I am in a class room with my HS friend again. We are being passed out worksheets to try and calculate our final grade in the class. I being to fill in the blanks when another classmate, some young blonde girl, tries to tell me that I can't fill in the blanks giving the information I had. I tell her "what do you mean I can't do it? I'm good at math and I can figure it out". She just shrugged and said "Ok then, suit yourself". As I attempted the task again I realize that the numbers I have been given don't add up, and that I cannot complete the assignment like the blonde said.

Then, I was at a pub, or bar, with again one of my HS friends, but a different one this time. We first start off in the very large bathroom behind the counter of the pub. The bathroom was unisex and had many stalls for anyone to use. Just outside the bathrooms were almost "lounge type" areas with couches, TVs, and books for patrons who perhaps did not want to drink could enjoy. I remember sitting at the bar, ordering a drink I don't recall. The bar itself was the color orange, and there was a large pumpkin behind the bar. I remember my friend asking me if we wanted to go sit at a table, I said ok. We went to the back of the dinning area to sit with our drinks and talk. I remember we had to speak about something important, but I don't recall what that was. We look over to the table next to us, a middle age man sat with his young son drinking and being happy. They were very loud, but kind, and they told stories of their adventures together. The older gentlemen noticed us watching them and asked if we would like to join. I think we agreed because we sat down at their table and chatted with them a while.

**That's all I can recall for now**

Night at the bar

With my mother and my younger sister I spent almost whole night in a bar. It had brown walls, expensive wooden tables and comfortable brown couches. We were drinking all the time. Suddenly sister proposed a badminton match. There was a stage in the middle of the bar, but when we wanted to play, a group of players suddenly appeared. We decided to take a bus back home.

#430 - DILD -12:16AM

melatonin about 11PM

I get the feeling that I am doing some traveling. Feels like Colorado. I am at a bar and I am to wait for this dark haired attractive woman so that I can escort her safely home. It's not like any type of a relationship other than something like me being her body guard. The woman turns to me, stops, then runs to the restroom. I start to follow then stop, not sure what to do. A waitress above me in a balcony says, "She's just going to the restroom first. Do you need to give her a message." I shake my head and wave her away. I realize now that I too need to pee really bad, but it strikes me odd because I just went. In fact, I had just come out of the restroom. I decide I better do it now rather than waiting so I go back into the men's room. It's a fairly small restroom and full like most bars, but I squeeze past the other men to where the urinals are. To my dismay, the urinal section is completely blank. I look under the threes stalls in the room and see the middle one looks empty. Another man is trying to beat me to it but I cut him off. He pauses and then goes into the stall on my right. I chuckle to myself knowing that I saw the feet of someone sitting on the toilet. I half expect to hear a commotion from there, but I have to pee so bad that I forget all about it during the act. After a long pee, I notice that I still feel the urge to go and it really hurts. This could only mean one thing. I might actually be dreaming right now. I do a quick nose plug and let out a quiet yet ecstatic gasp. I am happy to be in a lucid, but the urge to pee is really prevalent. I do my best to forget about it for now and focus on my goals. I need to get out of the stall quickly so I do a high back-flip over the door behind me. Things go into slow motion here and get a little unstable with hazy vision, but I focus on standing in the spot I thought I needed to be and headed out the restroom door.

My vision returns now and I find myself entering a dark theater. I recall that I wanted to find my dream buddy and go for a run. I hover up and quickly scan the audience. To my left, I see bemistaken sitting with what I think to be her husband. I glide above them and reach down, taking her arm, and pulling her up to my side. I say, "Hi bemistaken." She just glances over at me and smiles. I know we need to go for a run, but time is short so I make the best of what I got. Together we run on top of the theater seats side by side toward the movie screen. I see a Hispanic boy and girl having conversation along with our shadows on the screen. Once we dive into the movie I reach out and touch the girls right cheek for stability. I feel the sensation of merging with the movie but when I turn around we are now on a stage like were are in some play. I nervously look at the audience, but I am blinded by the light. I feel the need to perform and bemistaken and I do our best to act things out. I hear something like a drumbeat and the children singing. Bemistaken says, "Staring, [name]" and then turns to me. I say, "Also staring, [name]' Then I feel like someone is beating under my feet so we lift part of the stage up the let the children out, but we see no one there. I wake up and rush to the toilet.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream 1 - I got kidnapped (happened 2 nights ago)
I'm in a homely bar or something, and a person who is doubling as a friend of mine walks in and is pretending to be him but I know he isn't... (the face of the person looks like no one I know). I can't make him mad or something though, so I have to pretend he is my friend, I help him connect to the internet on a laptop in the bar as I believe his intentions are to steal some stuff if he doesn't get what he wants. He ends up kidnapping me instead, because he thinks I'll be more valuable and can help him get what he wants. We're now on an island similar to Master Yoshi's home island on Dragonball Z, the water is blue and there are tropical trees and a small white house. I have to pretend to be his friend still, I know that the only way I can get off the island is if my real friends save me, which can only happen at a certain time due to the ocean currents changing their flow temporarily for 1 day... This leaves a very small window of opportunity. I remember finding something that I can use to get in contact with my friends, I rush through typing something out to them and then throw it as far as I can into the ocean before the 'fake' sees what I've done. He shows up and says something like "Oh wow you've done a number on that one", and is holding the broken thing I threw. I'm hiding my anticipation for escaping the island, I know that I've been on the island for something like 180 days and that the ocean currents are about to change. For some reason I think there is a sunset and it meant that my friends missed the window of opportunity, but they only just manage to make it to me and the next thing I know there is a train track around the house that the fake is trying to escape on, we've become the trains from that thomas the tank engine kids show (this part only lasted like 20 seconds), the driver is the fake friend and is trying to escape but I pull him out and throw him on the ground, he smashes like a lego piece and can't move because his arms and legs have fallen off. Me and my friends turn to leave now, as we leave I turn around again to find the fake sailing away on the grass on a miniature sail raft thing (He has arms and legs now and looks like a super tiny pirate).. the scenery is different too, it's more like the outside of my parents house in the yard. My memory connects him to the bar at the start where he apparently had put up these posters to draw attention (it doesn't make sense at all). He sails away on the grass into the bush so I run and catch him, I throw him off and show him the poster, "This is what started it all aye, not so proud now huh" I toss him aside and the day is won. Me and my friends head back to the bar now, there is a big celebration and party, the bar is quite cosy with dark brown wooden walls and lots of people. The focus is on these 2 people playing darts, a guy and a girl. The guy is known to be really good and the girl is an unknown, she gets up and challenges him. She has long dark brown curly hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. She turns out to be really good at darts and wins and everyone is cheering her on... And that's the end of my random dream O_O.

Dream 2 - Car crash (happened last night)
*Nightmare*
All I remember from this dream is that me, my girlfriend and my daughter were in a ute, my girlfriend was driving and we were in a forested suburban area. We seemed to be coming back from my field trip (of which they weren't a part of irl) where I had just taken a lot of strike and dip measurements for the regional geology. She drove up to a stop point and stopped, but as the way was clear and she started to drive on she suddenly stared blankly off to the distance with a glazed over look... She kept on driving and I had begun to shout something like "road road road!" or "turn turn turn".. something panicked and unsettled because we were heading straight for a wall and she was completely spaced out. I could only think of my daughter getting hurt and how scared I was, then we slammed into a cobblestone wall and I woke up.

Had to post these pretty late so details are missing and there aren't many dreams, I've been working in the field for the past 4 days away from home so I haven't had internet.

Legend:

non-lucid;
Lucid
Dream end
Notes

It was cold, cloudy, winter morning. I was going from the kitchen to my room. I wanted to go to bed, but somehow I stopped in front of the TV screen. I feel crawling sensation going through all my body It's a dream! I say. I immediately do the nose plug RC. It works! I ran towards the kitchen and think Wait, there was a bottle of wine on the shelf near my bed. I go back, and take the bottle. I looked around, and made some RC's to check if it's really dream. If mother would see me chugging her bottle of wine... I chug it whole confidently, but I spoiled like three drops on the floor. I couldn't feel it's taste, and I haven't felt any effect of it. Still cold. I tried to shoot flames from my hands, but it wasn't working. I decide to go out of house. When opening the door my surroundings have changed. It was warm summer now. I scream More vividness! I see much more details now, and lucid feels more stable. Golden glow fits smoothly with green color of leaves and grass. I can see smallest fraction on the old, wooden fence in the front yard. The sky was almost crystal clear. There were like two small clouds within the oceans of blue. I ran towards the street observing people doing their usuall work in this village, and run into the city. I enter a bar. The tables were covered with maroon table cloth. The room was dimly lit by light going from the windows. Glasses were made of crystal, and silverware was lying near porcelain plates. There was a group of people sitting near one table. I think they were similar to persons I know in waking life. I see stairs going to the second floor. I go there, but find nothing of interest. I go back to the group sitting there. A crystall ball is what I need! I summon my backpack, open it and take the crystall ball. I put it on the table, and sit with DC's. They haven't got any problem with me sitting with them. I looked at the blank crystall ball. Suddenly storm clouds gather within it, and letters with golden glow form. Watch Losif! I decided to go back to my home, and teleported there using doorway portal. I was standing in the front yard. Everything turned back to grim, cold winter. I think I'll learn flying now! I put my hands in front of me, and my legs a bit upwards. I fly! Albeit I still have some problems with it, but I made it! As I go higher dream fades, and I wake up full of energy and excited.

Working at some new job involving answering the phones and a square table with a few people standing around it. We are putting parts together sometimes, answering phones other times. I decide not to wear the uniform - some tan shirt with a collar. There are some other people out of uniform also. We get to talking a bit, but don't get along. Then I find out that they are the highest corporate bosses in the whole company, and they are upset about me not being in uniform! I tell my coworker if he thinks it'd make a difference to get in uniform. He's not sure. I tell him to wait here and I'll be right back then take off sprinting to my locker. I'm not sure what my locker combination is. I think it's 27, 3, 33 or something with a 17 or a 29 in it. I manage to get it right, and open the locker. Inside, no uniform. It must be in my other locker... I leave the lean-two locker room and run across a field at night to another small lean-two with lockers inside behind a small counter / cafe / bar where someone is serving food or drink. This time my locker is not even locked. Inside is the lock, with the combo set to 1337. I leave it inside and grab my shirt. It someone takes my lock, I don't really care, I just keep my work shirt in here. I put it back on and return to my post after what seemed like 20 minutes of trying to get the first locker open.

17.11.2014

Finding treasures and selling Real Estate by accident (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going into some sort of treasure hunt, but this was indoors. At some point in the dream, someone dug a whole on the ground and there was a treasure chest, it was buried and full of dirt, but looked something like this:



We were about to pull it up, but someone came so we placed a huge iron lid on top of the hole. A while after, I went back to the room and I saw that the hole was much bigger. I figured my friend was in there and said:

"Dude... don't be obvious."

Now, instead of just dirt, I saw light and some pathways, so I jumped inside the hole and I could saw long aisles with a lot of doors and rooms, all of them fully furnished. Most of these rooms where furnished with very old school furniture, mainly made out of wood and iron and I believe there were no electronics at all, even the lights were touches.

I somehow got out and I was in front of a huge state and some people was there interested on seeing the house. I figured I could not show them the house in that state, but I explained features about the house. I wondered why I got into this since I do not even work on Real Estate, but they appeared very happy and we went to a picnic table to talk about the house. I made very good friends with them and I figured someone would be proud because I sold the house, as they wanted to move in immediately. I wondered if I could also get someone to rent the house uphill from my own house.

I got inside what it is my house, but now it was a bar loaded with clients and I had a boss, who was a bartender but also a Real Estate manager, telling him about the house and that the clients were on their way. I was kind of thrilled and wondered if I was going to get paid or something. I also had a lot of thoughts, very inspiring thoughts, some personal, some I cannot recall and despite I was not lucid, I was in a state of bliss and hapiness for some reason.

I got into the bathrooms and I wanted to shower, but I could not find my things and I was wondering where was my own bathroom and not public restrooms that is what I found. Also, I was now naked and worried my "clients" would see me but naked and get upset and not buy the house.

Non-Dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am at a fancy bar / restaurant with a few friends - I believe they are the guys from Workaholics. I am drinking wine for a while then switch to very cheap whiskey. Suddenly the place gets much more crowded and lively and it seems to be like a high school reunion or something. Throughout the dream I find that I am either really bad at talking to chicks or I just have no desire to do so.

Fragments from this dream:

- Ders from workaholics had invented an automatic lawn mower and was testing it out outside. It works really well but he has the settings coded wrong. It goes too far laterally during the turns and won't overlap the previous path. This leaves long lines of uncut grass. I go up to tell him how to correct it and he had morphed into my friend BW.

- There is a very long and steep gravel driveway outside. My friends and I slide down the entire thing on our feet.

- There are lots of older people and they are disgusted by our behavior.

- Two chicks are in a battle over who is hotter. We determined who is hotter by asking them to show us their raw steaks. The girl sitting up at the long table shows a very thick and bright red ribeye steak. The girl sitting down at the round table also shows a nice steak but I can't describe it in detail. The crowd unanimously votes for the girl with the ribeye. I was the first to declare her the winner. I had been mean to her earlier in the dream and she didn't like me but now she does.

- We are all signing a card towards the end of the night. It is massive with seemingly hundreds of notes / signatures. I can't think of what to write and my writing is very sloppy. I am also having difficulty gripping the pen. The card is taken away from me.

- My friend and I ask two chicks to join us in a dance competition. It turns out to be a mixture of dancing and golf.

Dream 2: The golfing continues on an actual course with different people. The first whole is a short, 115 yard par 3 with a huge lake between the tee box and the green. The first lady to hit is new to the game and very intimidated by the lake. She hits a low line drive that looks like it will carry the lake. She is very excited thinking that she did it. The ball does in fact carry the lake but hits the wall behind the green and bounces back into the lake. I am up next and I am trying to decide which club to hit. I pick the pitching wedge and then wake up.

Dream - Lucid

I was playing a game that looked like it was on a handheld system. It had 8 or 16 bit graphics, I can't remember which, but they reminded me of Gameboy graphics. It was a League of Legends-type game. You'd walk around and kill other players, but your health bar at the top was also tracking the health of your kidneys. It would randomly go up or down and show a percentage off the the side as well, showing how healthy your kidneys were. If you got hit while your kidneys were at low health, you would die. My character had low kidney health the first game, and the health bar kept dropping. There was someone playing with me, walking next to me. I think their kidneys were in better health than mine. I think my character lost their life because of the low kidney health, though I can't recall for sure. I played more than once. I remember encountering enemies and seeing their attacks affect my health and retreating, though even after my retreat, my health still went down. I remember having just a tiny bit left at one point.

~

I was in a bar with some friends. We had stopped there on the way to a hotel. I was going to have a party at the hotel. At the bar, I thought I saw my mom, but she looked a little different and was a bit taller. I made note to tell my mom I saw her "twin". When I saw her from the side, she looked substantially different.

More people started to show up to the bar, David from my old job, Sara from high school, and Sarah from my old job being the ones I remember. Sarah had bought some weed on the way there. I looked in my purse, unzipped the inside pocket, and saw it in there. This was gonna be an awesome party!

We were then in the hotel room, which had two beds, partying it up. There were lots of people there. Sara was making everyone laugh as she so often did in high school. Sarah was in a blue strapless dress like the one she recently wore at a wedding IWL. I don't know where David was anymore. Anyway, we were playing video games as well. It was a lot of fun. I also smoked weed at some point. I also saw an above-view of the party at one point, almost as if I was viewing the scene from a security camera. I saw some girls that are good friends with Sarah, A and K. I saw that K was walking with silver, metal prosthetic legs. At first I wasn't sure if that's what I was seeing or not, and kept watching her. Sure enough. they were metal legs. I wondered what had happened, but I knew it hadn't happened long ago, and was amazed at how quickly she had recovered and learned to walk with prosthesis. I then saw her walking into the bathroom, one of her legs being kind of wobbly. I had a feeling it would fall off. I then saw her walking out of the bathroom holding the leg. I saw the stump where her real leg had been.

Then, at some point, my mom showed up. I don't know why, but she did. I didn't want to hear her lecture me as she is so good at doing. I think she did, though I'm not sure what it was about. I don't remember much about this part.

Then, it was the next day. There were few people around now, as most had gone home. I was wondering whether I still had the weed in my purse. I checked, and there it was. I thought about how Sarah had probably only bought a little for the party, but would buy a lot for herself. I then was wondering if I still had a piece the smoke out of or not. I knew Sarah had taken the piece we were using the night before. I didn't think I had anything but one that was old and broken. I thought about rolling it up in small pieces of printer paper and smoking it. I then thought about how I had already smoked the night before, and how I had just kissed almost two years of sobriety goodbye. I didn't feel an overwhelming urge to smoke though, which was good I suppose. I guess I felt like I could take it or leave it, but I still wanted to take it. I dunno, hard to explain.

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I was in a kitchen, throwing things away in the overflowing trashcan. There were plates and bowls in there that looked like Dallas and I's waking life plates and bowls. They were at the top. They were stacked there because there was no room to put them in the sink either.

I then saw that my cat had fleas, and was itching like crazy. She had a balding spot on her back from all the scratching. I knew it was time to get her a flea treatment. I needed help giving it to her though, so I went to go ask Cherie' to help me. I walked up to Cherie' and told her I was going to get Ziggy some flea meds (Ziggy was a cat I had years ago IWL; my current cat's name is Belle). We were in a weird place that looked like it was outside also, by the intersection that was close to our IWL apartment. I then told her something about her insurance, and I was getting these letters from it saying they needed something from her, money probably. She asked me why I hadn't told her about that before. I don't remember my response. The insurance stuff had something to do with the overflowing trashcan in the kitchen, though I can't remember what.

My friend and I go into a bar with a monk we both know. My friend orders a sandwich and a few drinks. I look up at the menu, but can't read it clearly because I haven't done my eye exercises. I look back and the monk has disappeared, no where to be found. I look up at the menu again, trying to decide what to get as I wait for someone to come back to the counter to let me order. I decide I'll just get whatever is in the top left corner, I don't really care what it is.

As the cashier comes back, a group of people come into the bar and cut in front of me. A few of them give their order, then I step in front to place mine next. A really tall strong guy shoves me aside telling me he's next in line. I tell him "I was here first"
"Do you want to fight about it?" He asks.
"I don't want to fight" I tell him, and just walk over to the other cash register where no one is in line at all. I look back and see the big guy air boxing, throwing some really hard punches that look like they would kill me.

Another guy comes over to this second cash register and shoves me aside asking, "Do you think you could beat me up?"

Even though I'm pretty sure I could beat him up, I tell him, "No, you're stronger than I am, there's no way I could beat you up". Before I can finish my sentence, he puts his finger in my mouth. I'm really tempted to bite down on it really hard, but don't really want to get into a fight, so I just wait a few seconds and he takes it out. Then he starts calling me all kinds of mean names, trying to make me mad and start a fight.

Ignoring his taunts, I place my order, "Whatever is in the top left of your menu up there" as I point to the hanging menu. Loud music has replaced the two men who were trying to fight me, and it is hard to speak loud enough to order. The cashier then tries to give me a bunch of chicken, fried chicken patties, and other types of chicken. I don't really want it, but accept two of them anyway.

My friend hasn't gotten his sandwich yet, so I go over to join him as we wait for our food.

September 01, 2014

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I was with Zukin, one of our friends from Germany, and my cousin, along with some random other people, and we were trying to find a bar. We came to this really fancy, nice one, and there was a long wait; so we put our name in for a reservation, and then went on to find someplace to drink while we waited. We went down the street until it was empty, and then turned right onto an old country lane leading to a dock. There, we found an outdoor bar. We walked around it and didn't like it much, so we left. Zukin bought a fur coat from some black market seller on the docks. It looked just like the coat my mom has.

After a while wandering the docks, we got into a buggie-slash-golfcart of some sort, and headed back down the country road to the other, nicer bar. Someone else was driving, but when we got to the intersection where we'd turned, I started driving. But i realized that I'd dropped something on the side of the road, and had to go get it. Zukin was running past me as I picked up the money and a ball, which were the things I had dropped. We all got back into the vehicle, and went to the nice bar, and asked if we could be seated now.

At first, they took us to some seats lining the wall. It was like one of those window bars, except without the window. All we would get was a wall to stare at. So we asked for better seats, and they took us to two tables along a window, with one table in between us. That table was occupied, so we took the two and decided that once the other party left, we would consolidate so we were all closer. The tables were on tiers, so the table Zukin and I were at was higher up than the others.

I was mostly people watching until the other table freed up, and we moved there. We pushed it against the other table we already had, and moved some chairs. Now, I ordered a fishbowl drink and something for dessert, but they never came. Then, everyone left and I was just wandering around the bar, alone.

7/12/14

I am on a plane, looking down on the passing ground far below. The ground looks muddy, brown and boulder strewn. Either the sides and floor of the plane are transparent or I am able to see through the opaqueness. I am seated on the floor of the plane, not a seat. I have the feeling that my mom is on the plane with me, possibly in a seat behind me, however I am not sure as my recollection is spotty.

As the plane begins to descend, a large hill, of the same consistency as the surrounding ground, suddenly appears. The plane skims over it and may have ever so slightly hit it (spotty recollection). Many of the passengers on the plane freak out as this happens. I myself am calm and serene while this happens. I know, somehow, that we wouldn't crash and that the danger was not real or immanent (slight lucidity?).

The plane lands in what I vaguely think is a layover in Alaska. The passengers head to this bar-club-restaurant(?) owned by the pilot. There is an outside bar with an overhang connected to the main building surrounded by vague Alaskan forest (no snow as far as I can remember). The outside bar is moderately crowded, the inside looking more so.

I am at the outside bar looking at their beer menu. The menu is a single page, white paper and laminated/plastic-covered. I think that it is a pretty decent selection with Abita, Palm and a few others that I don't recall, however nothing really interests me. An older women walks out of the inside portion of the building and strolls to the outside bar, directly next to me. She is holding a drink, possible two in her hand(s). She asks if I am getting the vodka, presumably what she is drinking, and tells me it is great. I then ask, either the bartender or women (poor recollection) if they had a *Moscow Mule. I remember nothing else.

*I found out about the drink and tried making it at home a few days ago (real life).