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Cory and I were shopping in the clothes section of a store, when I saw this weird monster hovering to and fro between the clothes racks. It made me think of Lovecraftian monsters, because it had lots of tentacles and a head that looked sort of like an aquatic triceratops. Cory didn't notice it wandering around, so I followed behind it to try to figure out what it was doing here. As it moved around, it dropped a book, and after a while it vanished. I picked up the book, but I couldn't get it to open. The front was covered in a grainy wood texture and it looked very old, and when I showed it to a nearby shopper, he screamed and spoiled his pants. It kinda freaked me out but at the same time was a little funny, that whenever I showed the book to someone, they would all get completely terrified and soil their pants. I figured the book had some kind of monstrous aura but it did not affect me because I was the one holding it. I hid the book in my bag so nobody else would see it and freak out, and then Cory and I left the store and went to a gas station to get some sodas. We were going on a trip that involved a train, so we wanted to bring some drinks with us. We arrived at the train station just in time to board and took a seat near the back. I put my bag with the creepy book in it under my seat and opened my soda, but when I took a drink of it, it was very gross and had a slimy consistency so I threw it out. After the train started moving, Cory fell asleep, as did many of the passengers, but there were still a few of us awake when the train took a very sharp curve and caused the terror book to fall out of my bag and slide across the floor. I tried to grab it but it slid out of my reach. As it slid forward, I could hear random people screaming.

I had a job as a cashier at a high-end grocery store and, even though it wasn't my first day on the job, I was still pretty new. I got behind the register and two old ladies immediately walked to my line. They didn't have a lot of groceries, just a few cuts of meat and some paper towels, but for some reason my register was acting up and wouldn't let me input my employee number and password. I kept fiddling with the screen, trying to get to the log-in screen, but it was taking forever. Fortunately, the ladies were nice and said they actually forgot something they needed so they left their groceries on the belt and went back into the aisles. I finally got it working, but the ladies were still gone, and an old Asian man came through the line and waited, not sure if he should go forward or wait for whoever the meat and towels belonged to. I ushered him forward and checked him out around the ladies' groceries, and soon they came back. We hit another road block when I tried to scan their paper towels but couldn't find a bar code on them. They told me the towels were 37 cents each, which seemed pretty low, but I'd already made them wait so I just took their word for it. After I finished with them, I went on my lunch break, so I walked over to the deli/butcher area to get a sandwich. I was friends with the girl behind the deli counter, she had two brown ponytails on the sides of her head and one of those little hats butchers always wear. When I got there, she got excited and pointed to a spot in the meat display case near the bottom. There was a cute black and white kitten curled up and sleeping on an empty spot on the case. I suggested she make a sign saying "Cat 3.99/lb" and put it next to the sleeping kitten, and she laughed and agreed but before she could the kitten woke up and walked away. I ordered a sandwich made with bratwurst, and as I started towards the break room I saw Cory walking up to the deli. I ran up behind him and stuck the bratwurst sandwich in his face, but instead of jumping scared he just took a bite of it. I asked him what he was doing here, and he said "I need to buy some spices for dinner tonight." He wheeled a cart up to the deli and started ordering bags of the spices on display on the wall shelves. He piled bags of expensive high-end spices and dried herbs into the cart until it was full, and I was concerned we didn't have the money to buy a cart full of spices. He seemed okay with it though.

Something involving Monster High or Bratz dolls. There were three sets of three dolls each, and each set had the same three dolls only they were a different size. There was a set of small ones the size of regular action figures, a set of normal sized ones, and then a set of very tall ones about the size of a 60cm BJD. I think I gave them to somebody as a gift?

1. Somewhere with a bunch of books, I start stealing some. I get a bit mad at the person with me (Pillywiggin?) because she keeps asking about and taking books that aren’t important. I say something to that effect. ‘Only the really important ones’.

Either they knew someone was stealing or this was standard, but you had to go through a line and ID yourself. I had a few different things and wasn’t sure which to use. A wallet, some kinda electronic device…

I had a Yugioh manga left in my bag, apparently it needed to be transferred to where the rest where, but I didn’t have time.

When it was my turn, I fumble for a bit until someone behind me hands me a small transparent trip of plastic. I give it to the scanner guy in front of me and pass.

I’m in the bathroom and am a guy, apparently it’s my disguise. A girl (Gou from Free!?) follows me in and apparently wants to flirt with me. I say I have to use the bathroom, and she leaves for me to do so.

Except I also remember the scanner dude revealing that he saw the plastic exchange?? And maybe the girl was supposed to be the one to have handed me the plastic?

2. At home with me, mom, dad and Pillywiggin. We’re mad at her for something she did. Dad asks me what a fanmix is. Apparently Pillywiggin had made him one. I explain it’s a mix put together by fans of a series about characters/the series etc.

(This is from September 21.)

I awoke into the dream staring at sentences in a book as I was laying in a bed. I noticed that the words on the page were kinda shifting around and getting fuzzy, and I thought I must be dreaming. So I did the palm RC and became fully lucid when my finger went right through my hand. I stood up from the bed and surveyed my surroundings, and saw I was in a messy bedroom with hardwood floors and wallpaper with flower prints on it. There was a hallway to the left that was lit brighter than the room I was in, and on the wall to the right was a mirror. I got really excited when I saw the mirror because I remembered how I was able to use a dream mirror in my last lucid dream to successfully summon Afiel. First, I tried just calling out his name and willing him there, because I didn't want to be reliant on mirrors, but it didn't work so I stood in front of the mirror and saw this time that the wings on my back appeared on my reflection, however when I moved them up and down they didn't move in the reflection. I attempted to summon Afiel as I did last time by having him appear behind me in the mirror, but it would not work and I started getting upset. Then I tried a trick I'd read on the forums here where I shouted "Increase lucidity!" to make the dream more real. I yelled it about three times, and every time I would hit the wall with my palms while shouting it, and that caused a wave that looked similar to an aftershock wave to ripple across my surroundings and make the scene clearer and more vivid as it moved. I remember being super excited at adding this new trick to my lucid arsenal. But then I looked down that bright hall out of curiosity, and I saw a grey alien creature standing at the other end of the hall. I couldn't see its face, but I knew what it was, and I had chills up my spine. I backed away in fear and crawled into the bed, cowering with the covers placed between me and it, but then right when my terror peaked, Afiel popped in out of nowhere and did a running tackle at the alien and it disintegrated. I jumped out of the bed, absolutely ecstatic (mostly because the alien was gone but also to see Afiel) and ran over and hugged him. I think the lucidity yell made him feel more real, because I remember thinking how weird it was how solid he felt when we were hugging. With him now there, I felt free to test some other things, like trying to change the scene. I would close my eyes, float up into the air, and should "Teleport (name of place)!", but when I opened my eyes we were still in the bedroom. After a few tries, I opened my eyes a saw clear blue sky, but I also felt my body waking up so I grabbed my shirt and tried the lucidity shout again. It worked, but I was again back in the bedroom. Afiel suggested I couldn't teleport because I was using a single-person teleport and it would be impossible for me to go somewhere without him since we were tethered together in the scene. I gave it one more shot, grabbing Afiel and attempting to teleport us both into deep space. Immediately, there was dark blues with random points of light zipping by me, it looked a lot like that effect that plays when Sam leaps into another body in Quantum Leap... suddenly I saw galaxies appearing and disappearing, but I can't remember if Afiel was there with me. Before everything could stop zipping around and calm down, it all fell apart and I woke up.

(This is from September 15.)

I was shopping at some kind of flea market / antique mall. I walked through the various booths with Cory and saw some interesting things, like some very tiny props used for a dollhouse or something. There was a mini table with a mini stick of butter and sliced loaf of bread and other foods. It really struck me because it was so realistic looking even though it was tiny. They were in a glass case with some other things, and I wondered if they were big enough to use as props for my BJD Ian, but Cory said they were too small. There was also a tiny piano the size of a finger and it was playable. As we walked around the booths, we wound up outside some doors to the next area of the market. There were tons of people sitting around waiting to be let through the doors, but they were only letting in five people at a time. They had a TV set up for people to watch while they waited. The whole area was very rustic looking with wooden walls and lots of old advertising signs all hung up. We finally got to the front of the line and the people letting others through the doors were my old friends from middle school! I saw Jessica ushering people through. When it was our turn they let Cory through but he was number five, so we were separated. I went through after a while and couldn't find him, so I went to the book area and looked at the old religion books. I found an awesome book on rituals for Egyptian gods and got that, then I saw a huge section of nothing but copies of the Qur'an and I thought I would find a nice one since I've never read it before. As I was looking, this guy came over and looked through them with me. I asked what would be a good translation and he kept pointing to different things but not speaking so I thought he was a mute. I found a really nice one and put that with my Egyptian book and another book that was red but I don't remember what it was about. Then Cory found me and asked if I was ready to go, so I gathered them and headed out. As I walked away, the guy I thought was mute said goodbye to me and I was surprised.

The order of events in this dream were a bit confusing.

I’m in ‘my room’ with mom looking at an article in a paper. It’s about The Lord of the Rings. I see two little pictures in circle shapes of Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd with ‘DomDom’ written underneath.

Mom is drawing a line down 3/4 of a page and ripping it out of a book. I say something (to dad?) about not being able to put it up on PaperBackSwap now.

I’m eating a red popsicle. Something about Dino from Katekyo Hitman Reborn!…

Dad comes to get a book from me. I get upset.

Mom (wherever she is) says something like “I told you that we weren’t keeping it!”

It turns into a screaming match.

“Fuck you!”

Me: “I hate you!”

Mom: I hate you too!”

Me: “Fine!”

I spit out the popsicle piece in my mouth and throw it at the open crack in the door at mom.

I start packing my bags to leave.

Notes: Woke up 30 minutes early. I really hate dreams like this, they linger on in RL. @_@ I guess ‘screaming matches with mom’ may as well be a dream sign by now. At times like these I feel lucky that I rarely actually experience the emotions in the dream.

Fragment:

-I zoom into a scene and see a flying character, and am able to make out that she’s carrying another female character. Apparently it’s a scene in ‘the new episode’. After watching it, I feel like I had already seen it before.

-Someone asking me if I’ve ‘seen the new episode (yet)’
- Someone calling the flying girls ‘old people’
-Think I remember seeing Greek columns in the scenery.

Possible inspiration: Me telling Pillywiggin that I need to watch the new episode of Free!.

Fragments:

-A community living off limited resources

-Image in my head of three Inazuma Eleven characters standing next to each other, maybe performing a hissatsu technique together.
- The phrase ‘Running away from the ball’.

Fragments:

1) Like three people transform into one thing into another and back? ‘I’ was talking on the phone to a man, but when I went to see him in person, it was a small black woman, and I called her out on it.

2) Me, Rane and her ex chilling in a bed, it was kind of awkward.

3) Looking at books in a library with a boy, there are some manga as well. I casually steal one so he can’t see, because I know he won’t like me doing it. In another section, I notice that someone didn’t sort a few manga right, one of them is a Bleach volume.

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Notes:

I had four dreams yesterday but they were mostly fragments/confusing.

Immorality is definitely going back on my list as a dream sign. n_n

I think deja vu is making a comeback in my dreams again as well.

1: A small fragment at my friends house. 2: A dream about getting drunk at a party in a big house. 3: A dream about weed, a trumpet bong and a homeless dealer. 4: A dream about me working in a mobile library.

• I am with two good old teenage friends of mine. The dream is not about back then, when we were younger, but we are as we are today. The front door of my friends house reminds me of an apartment that we had lived in earlier in my childhood. It is very neat and clean inside. We have a big hangover and we talk about the previous night, where we drank a lot of alcohol. One of my friends talks about how much money he spend that night.
  
  The house was purely dream fiction, but it had some interesting familiar features. We often used to hang out together on hangover days back in my teenage days.
  
  
• I drive a big black car. It feels new and comfortable, some good old friends are with me and some other friends follow us in the little blue car of my grandmother. We drive down a small curvy road through a forest.
  
  There is a parking area down in the valley and I decide to stop, because we are looking for a nice place to rest and to do our barbecue and camping, we have everything we need in the trunks of the cars.
  
  My friends from my grandmothers car seem upset, they say this is not a nice place to stay, they want to go further. But one of them had spotted a big party as we were driving on the hill, so we decide to leave the cars for now and take a look. So we walk upwards again on the small curvy road through the forest, where we came from. The walk is about 1 km and we take our time, we are not in a hurry at all, it feels like we all have summer holidays and this is our big vacation together or something like that.
  
  We finally get there and there is indeed a big house with music and a lot of people. Somehow they are of course strangers, but it feels like we are all friends and we are definitely welcome at the party. We start drinking a lot of alcohol, the party is held throughout the whole house including the second floor and the garden, there are people everywhere.
  
  At a later point we are all drunk and I gather my friends to tell them that I need to go down to the cars to get something. None of them wants to join me, they laugh and are clearly drunk and so am I. I think 'f*** it, I'll just go by myself'.
  
  I try to figure out where we came from, so I walk around the house. I almost choose a wrong path, which leads to some fields with high grass. Suddenly I remember it, and I turn around and walk across the street and towards the small curvy road through the forest that leads to the cars in the valley. As I'm walking, I think that time moves so fast when I am that drunk, while it is slowed down, when using weed.
  
  The big black car was cool. The dream had a nice summer holiday feeling with the good company of friends instead of the everyday worries. It is astonishing how well dreams can simulate the state of being drunk or being high. Also, I find it interesting how socially active I am in my dreams, like I was some years ago. Nowadays I choose to be socially more isolated, not that I don't like people, I still love them, but I am just rather by myself at my current stage. My dreams do certainly not reflect that.
  
  
• I am with a group of 10 people around my age. They are a mixture of friends and acquaintances. It is early in the evening and we walk and relax together. We gather on a playground and just hang out and talk.
  
  I have a black friend and we go and sit on a bench at a bus stop. He pulls out his bong, which I know he had for a long time and that he uses it quite regularly. I listen to the familiar sound, as he uses it and at that moment I think to myself, 'funny that I don't smoke anymore, it's been a long time already'.
  
  As I watch him with his bong, it occurs to me that it looks like an old trumpet. He must have somehow build a bong from a trumpet and some dark glass. It looks nice and stable, though. I ask if he cleans it every now and then, because I imagine it must be very hard to clean that thing, it is so unique. I get no response, he just smiles. I find it is a delightful sight and sound to just watch him handling it. And yet I find that I have no urge to start smoking again whatsoever. I am allowed to inspect the trumpet-glass-bong closer. I suck on it (without weed, just for the feel and sound) and I immediately get some water in my mouth, I spit it out and give him back his trumpet bong.
  
  There is a man coming to the playground, he looks old and homeless. The group of friends and acquaintances gather around him and he pulls out a big zip lock bag filled with marijuana. He starts selling nice, green and round buds to everyone. I think, 'wow, what an intelligent disguise for a dealer. A homeless looking old man with a bag of weed, which I estimate to be worth some thousand euros. He is not old and poor, he is smart!'.
  
  I know that I have money in my purse, so I take it out and look at two 5-euro notes. Another close friend of mine takes out 10 euro as well and we decide to buy something, just because it has been so long time since and because we can. We go after the old dealing guy, who is about to leave the playground.
  
  This is MJ calling for me once again. I had many dreams about cannabis when I stopped using it completely more than a month ago, this dream is like the final residue of that. I never had a close black friend, but in my dreams I often do.
  
  
• I am on my walk home. It is daytime in a residential area, but it is totally quiet. Then there is this big bus stopping at every corner and honking and calling for the people living there, but no one ever responds. It is the bookmobile trying to get peoples attention.
  
  I think to myself that I can maybe get a ride home or I could even ask for a job. So I speak to the driver, and surely, I may join. So I walk around in the back of the bus, which is filled with books and neat little reading corners, the mobile library has two floors.
  
  We drive around in the neighborhood and the driver calls the people by their family names, apparently he knows them all. No one ever gets on the bus, which I think is sad, because people don't realize what a great thing they are missing out on. I decide that I will just make the best of my situation and find some interesting books to read, while I'm 'working' here. I am excited, because there is so much variety to choose from.
  
  The bus drives into a grocery store and parks between the shelves filled with canned food. It starts to fold out and to transform into a temporary stationary library section of the grocery store. The shelves start moving as well to make space for the transforming bus. The process does not seem random at all, but very well planned and well-orchestrated.
  
  The driver takes out 10 waffle irons and tells me that I have to make waffles for everyone who visits our mobile library, there should be people coming soon. I am overwhelmed with the whole situation and I find it weird. But on the other hand it is a creative idea, I think. So I begin thinking about how to manage that task. Shouldn't be that hard, I think, there should be cooking books among the books and there should be all the groceries I need somewhere in the store.
  
  A nice, creative surprise by my subconscious.

[two fragments not bound together. 1: In my "dream-library" 2. Through a city in November]

1.

I walk in an house. There are three shelves with really old books. They are wrapped in plastic so they don't deteriorate by the finger of the visitors. I'm really interested in old books so I keep searching for a book, that might take my attention.
But there is no book. I'm really disappointed and want to walk to the first floor. But I recall that last time I was here, there were no interesting books either.
So I was really confused what to do next. I was searching for a book which title I couldn't recall.
I went to another room on the ground floor. There were some people working in it. They were installing lamps, electricity and stuff. It looked like it was some kind of renovation work or they were building a new room up.
I saw on the roof that there was an attic door. I want to open it to walk up. But I couldn't it was closed. I took a screwdriver I found nearby and started to loosen the screws. I wanted to open that door so I could look in this secret room locked away.
But the workers get angry.

- Shouldn't you stop this shit and help me with the lamps?

This made me really uncomfortable, so I ran out the room.
I'm back in the room I was before. I look again through the shelves but don't find any. I'm searching and searching, get angry at this stupid bookstore where there are only 3 dozens of books.


This place is familiar to me. Afterwards I could recall, that this is a place which I visit only in my dreams. It's kind of an recurring dream, where the patterns seems identical. Unfortunately I couldn't see that much of it. the dream was a bit blurry on the spots were i directly looked where clear, the stuff around it was blurred.

2.

I'm walking through a town. It looks really familiar, but I don't know exactly where I am. It's night I think, the sky was black, but surprisingly the streets where really bright.
There is suddenly a friend next to me. He's wearing pants, a t'shirt and a jacket. He complains that he is cold. I wanted absolutely to go in somewhere.
Suddenly there are a lot of people around, someone says he should stop complaining.

- I'm sorry he says, but I'm not a viking like him, I can't stand the cold. Hey it's November!

He pointed towards me. I look down and see that I'm wearing really short shorts one would wear to swim (not a swimsuit, but those trousers), sandals, a white t-shirt

Suddenly I drive around in an horse-cab with 4 people. They seem drunk and preoccupied. One of them doesn't seem really absent minded. He's staring like he's blind; The others try to shake him awake but it doesn't work.

Suddenly he starts saying that he's got stuck in the 4 dimension, but can't leave, cause Peter didn't let him.

[really weird lol]

This dream started out with the king visiting, and my looking in our home bar for three types of liquor for the king. (We don't have a bar, nor a king in waking life

But then the focus shifted, and I was looking for books to sell. I carried many of them to a garage sale to sell. They were very heavy. But once I got there I looked through them one more time, and decided I was not willing to part with most of them after all. And so the dream ends with me carrying my heavy burden back home.

05-27-2013 -- I'm in a room somewhere with a guy who is asking me to make him some floaty fliers, a balloon design I sort of adapted from somebody else's design. At first I think the guy wants me to teach him how to make the (extremely simple) design, but no, he wants me to make him a bunch of them. For free. I try to ask him why he doesn't just want to learn to make it, and he explains that he is out of black balloons. And there is now a shortage on them, so they cost too much. So he wants me to use mine, instead. Problem is, I have no balloons with me. But I point out we are in a big room with lots of bags of balloons, including several black bags. But he says they all belong to someone rich, who would charge him for them. I'm starting to get very mad at the guy, but suddenly find myself wondering if the big professionals feel the same way about me, and my limitations of money and skill ....

Anyway, the place seems to be slowly turning into a convention hotel or something, and it is starting to feel like I am at Twist and Shout, though it almost feels like it expanded out of a basic alley meeting. Another guy walks in, and starts to twist something, trying to demonstrate a technique or something, in almost a jam room sort of setting, but there is a young lady there who is being really obnoxious about it not being in the program, and there not being any announcement about it, and how was she supposed to know about it. She doesn't seem to understand it is not a class or something, but just a quick spur-of-the-moment thing.

Andrew McDonald shows up and starts doing something, then I think Greg Schuerman is there, as well. Soon Laura Caldwell shows up, and more and more people are gathering, even though it is still two hours before the official class is supposed to take place. Soon a grumpy security guard walks in, and everybody fears he is going to tell us to get out until time for the class, but he tells us the group has rented the room for the entire week, and we can use it whenever we want to. So somebody decides they might as well set up a bounce house there. I think Mark Byrne is also setting up for a show or presentation or something.

Time seems to jump, and it is now two hours later, and they are starting up a business meeting or something, but I am trying to do some writing, putting this dream into my notebook as it is happening (yet not managing to go lucid, even though I obviously know I am dreaming in at least one sense) and the meeting is kind of distracting me, so I walk outside. But it turns out to be even more noisy and distracting there, because Don Caldwell and Billy Damon are putting on some sort of show. They explain they are sort of ADD, and don't do all that well with the business meeting portion of the convention, so they are waiting until that finishes, and things get a little more interesting, before they go in. That ought to be about ... say ... now. So they head back inside, and I decide to follow.

As I walk in, Don (or possibly Mark) is giving some sort of demonstration where he is pretending to be a plane, and several members from the audience are supposed to be his landing strip, unfortunately, they keep running away when he flies at them! It's a very strange thing. Meanwhile, I have this strange feeling of anticipation, and somehow know something I have no way of knowing. Deep underground, far beneath us, is the inescapable prison of Hathor, which recently had it's first ever breakout. The long-trapped hero has been slowly making his way toward the Panarch's Palace, and will be joining us shortly ... then things will really start to happen. Somehow this balloon convention is turning into some sort of Brandon Sanderson novel.

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05-27-2013 -- Hints of some kind of office work, maybe at Hewitt, or maybe at a new, slightly twisted version of the Hornet newspaper. First bit is, as usual, not all there and rather limited. Anyway, we seem to be moving desks and computers and things to a new room, and we're pushing desks and computer parts and things together in some weird angles, joining them all together, but we really don;t know if they are likely to work like that. Somehow I manage to knock over a glass of orange juice that is sitting there, but manage to grab it so fast that only a couple of drops manage to spill. We are so busy with moving everything that there is no time to clean everything up properly, but we just drop an old newspaper on the tiny bit of spilled juice, and hope it will absorb it.

The computers are now all hooked up, and two lovely women are working with me here. One, I think, is Chloe from Smallville. The other might be a slightly younger version of BC. Somehow though it mostly seems to be the Hornet at the moment, there is also a hint of the 3M Dental warehouse. For some reason there is a tub in the middle of the office, and I am kind of embarrassed about stripping down and climbing in, but a few seconds later I am trying to coax either or both of the lovely women into the tub with me. No luck at the moment, because they both have work to get done, but indications are good for both of them at some later time, so I am still fairly happy. Problem is, as I move around in the tub, which I seem to have over-filled, water is splashing over the side, and I am hoping it doesn't do any damage. Luckily, it seems to room was designed for it, so it all seems to be good.

[At this point, things shift slightly, and this may be a different dream, but it seems to fit, so I am not sure.] I step out of the shower, instead of a bath, and find myself in mom's bathroom in the Hickory house. I am thinking about using the toilet, but these days it is always broken, damaged, and jammed up in my dreams, so I am worried to do so. The good news is mom knows this, too, and has bought some gadget to attach to the toilet that is supposed to keep it working better. The bad news is, it doesn't seem to be up to the job, and is bubbling wildly like it is about to explode.

So I just exit the bathroom wrapped in a towel, into mom and dad's bedroom. Dad is laying there asleep, but mom is not there. It is late at night, and mom has been really unstable recently (all the dreams of her beating up on me) so I am afraid she is going to yell at me for taking a shower so late, and I just want to get out of there. I sneak out of their room, but am horrified to see mom is sitting in my room. Thankfully she has fallen asleep, so I quietly sneak down the hall and into the living room, where I find the couch is still warm, and I realize Melody must have just left again, after napping there. I realize mom was in my room hoping to catch Melody when she came in so late, but she fell asleep, and never heard Melody, since she decided to just nap on the sofa. I curl up in the warm spot she left and drift off to sleep, myself.

11/14/12
5:30am
non lucid
I need to practice my reality checks more often geez. lol.

Location: Small, slightly worn, white walled room filled with different types of equipment and a dentist like chair. Their were two door ways. One was regular sized and the door itself had long bin pulled off its hinges and removed. The other had double sliding barn-like doors that where open. Outside was covered by a series of large metal eaves and had fenced in areas where animals were kept. There was also a long red barn that was sectioned into stalls. The ground outside was covered in hay and dirt except for the majority of a paved area that ran along side the barn.

I was inside with a bunch of ex co-workers (from a job I had a long time ago) who for some reason decided to kill another more recent ex co-worker of mine. Any way they wound up electrocuting him by some means and then proceeded to attempt to make it look like an accident. I was absolutely shocked at what I was watching and afraid I would also get in trouble for the murder if I was caught there with them. I was also afraid to just walk out like I saw nothing.

The group laid the victim on the dentist like chair which had a large overhanging screen with lights and such in it. Then they hooked up a welder, put handle in his hand and made him weld on the screen. The handed me a melted plastic welding cup and made me smell it. It smelled like burnt plastic. Just then a man came through the small door and was saying something but I don't think he saw the body. The victim was now on his side facing me and the chair looked more like a tanning booth with room for him to poke his dead head through. The man turned around and jogged out to where the foreman would be. I imagine the foreman to be a pretty big yet older and easy going cowboy.

Very nervously I grab my back pack filled with books and quickly walk out of the room through the barn-like doors. I head up the paved section along the barn and get in a conversation with a group of guys their which included the man who had maybe seen the body. Then I notice my back pack in the mud and all my books are soaked. I was upset but the man explained to me a good reason for tossing them in the mud(perhaps my involvement with some recent shady goings on). I told him that it wasn't that bad because I don't need them any more.

10-17-2012 -- [AAUUGGHH!! Bought some apple juice but forgot to drink before bed. Woke this morning with an interesting seeming dream, but couldn't remember more than half of it. Finally drank apple juice, then spent four hours trying to get back to sleep only to manage about one more hour, and a rather lousy dream during it! ]

I'm pretty sure this started with a bit where I was at home at the Hickory house with my family, everything decorated for Christmas. Especially remember lots of silver wrapping and/or decorations. But that's all I can remember.

Led somehow to something about the Hornet Newspaper and perhaps the college, but no details available. Soon I found myself traveling with Dale to Disney World or something. I think we were in the park, but there's nothing there. No details. Soon we are outside, and are going to drive somewhere. Dale has this weird rig set up which is something like a pick-up pulling a camper, pulling a boat, and the camper is sort of flipping down to seal Kevin inside for the drive.

I think there is something that kind of resembles Knott's Jungle Island, except it quickly turns to some sort of Polynesian themed resort that happens to be in the middle of Mammoth National Park. Some guy is walking next to the tennis court, planning to get something from his cellar (which is oddly under a palm tree by the court) but when he goes down the ladder to the cellar, he doesn't come up again.

His wife or girl friend is starting to worry, and glances into the cellar, but a recent earthquake or such has cracked the foundation and leads into a new cave entrance. He's gone in and gotten lost, and his wife is freaking out about how he could have gotten lost in what must obviously be a very small cave if it has never been found before.

I am trying to explain to her that they've discovered that almost all the caves in the world are almost certainly connected if you get deep enough into them, and if you could find ways through flooded and collapsed passages, and she doesn't believe me. "How unlikely is that?!?" [In truth I take it too far. There is a very good chance that almost all caves in the part of Kentucky where Mammoth is located, the entire area under the Central Kentucky Karst, could be connected through passageways that people haven't yet found, but very unlikely that they go beyond that karst region.]

I'm trying to explain how Mammoth became the largest mapped cave in the world because of all the connections found between Mammoth, Morrison, Salt Cave, Crystal Cave and so on, but she just doesn't believe me. Thankfully there is an information desk at the hotel, and I am asking them to help me explain. Among other things they have a very thick guidebook that is actually the three Roger Brucker books bound into one larger volume, and I am trying to get the info desk person to read about some of the connections listed in the second book, Beyond Mammoth Cave.

Soon I find myself at an airport with B & C and some others. B & C are heading somewhere, and lots of us have come to see them off. Almost everybody else has already said goodbye and wandered off, but I figure I might as well stay with them to the gate. But B seemed opposed to this idea, so I wander off on my own and start out of the airport, only to find I still need to go through security.

I make it through the security check point to find myself on a deck area that doesn't start out as one, but seems to turn into an aircraft carrier or something. I see what first seems to be low-flying odd planes shooting by, but soon turns into almost a sort of centrifuge test thing to check on pilot stresses, g-forces and the rest. This thing seems to have four capsules on four arms swinging in a circle with only one above the water at any one time.

Soon there are two of them, one on each side of the ship, and as one is loading up soldiers to train and test, the other is letting them out. The ones being loaded up are all young, fit and the picture of health. The ones being released are in bad shape. Old, out of shape, either fat or skin and bones. Parts of one seem to be an actual skeleton, while others are missing limbs. Whatever they are training for, the training seems incredibly rough!

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Bonus, since it is not worth posting on it's own. I am sitting in a bedroom at a table, playing with my computer. I am playing some sort of game that involves collecting small blue gems that kind of look like the shatter pattern of a bullet through glass, or maybe making them. As time goes on, it is certainly making them, except it turns to making them out of a play doh-like or gum-like substance in real life, while sitting in front of the computer.

Whatever this stuff I am making is now in purple as well as blue, and it is something that I am taking to help me remember dreams. But a few of the bits have fallen off the back of the desk onto the floor, and I decide I should collect them. To try and climb under the space under the table, I have to move a box fan, but there still isn't room, so I have to try and shift my bed and a large (but low) bookcase as well. A lot of work. When I get under the table, I find several bits of the 'stuff' that has fallen, including a couple that have been down here for months and are covered in dust. I decide I'm not going to try and swallow those, and throw them away.

As I come back out from under the desk, Rosemary is bugging me to clean my room ... I just did, woman! I need to go to the bathroom, but as I am walking up to it, there is a handyman walking out. He has a sign on the door showing he is working on the toilet, so it is not available. I figure I will use the other restroom, but when I walk to the door of it, is is nothing but a huge hole in the floor. For some reason they seem to have removed the entire bathroom.

Walking back to ask Rosemary about this, I find the dogs have been stuck inside, and in the last two minutes they have virtually covered the floor in dog poop. Yuck! Nothing but problems and fails in this dream!

I am in a school. Back to school. Elementary in Manapla. Mom gave me my allowance. Just a few coins. Small coins. More than enough payment for the tricycle. Something like 2.30 pesos?

I am in a store filled with books. Seems the enemy wanted us to leave. I told the others to pack up already. They were so slow, almost uninterested. DZMM bought the building?

Too late. They're at the gate already. Tried going out the back. Wall, like the back of our home and garage. They wanted to try climbing. I kept saying impossible. The only exit is out front.

The police were there. We were arrested. Walk down the street to what was the gym or plaza area. Downward. Slope. Started down because of the slope. My captor beside me. Convince him not to handcuff us. We won't escape. He goes straight ahead. He tells us to turn to the left, to the police station.

We are looking at... stuff. Blade ship? Invisible. Yeerks. I am thinking one of them is a controller trying to see if we recognized the shimmering object which is the cloak mode of the blade ship. Pretend I can't see it. Blocks. Building blocks. After the orientation, I go to a lady. She said I should just finish my MIMM??? It's my third and last, but I left home so I didn't finish it. It's some sort of school.

Car. Taxi? Pasay. Manila. Going around. Countryside?

I've been awful at writing down my dreams for the past couple of months, so I'm trying to get back into it again. Here are the last three dreams I've recorded:

Dream #1:

Really brief dream which I don’t really remember. Something about watching an interview with some singer or something. I think he has red hair. And he talks about how he likes to hang out near dumpsters.

Dream #2:

I’m part of a group of kids and we are all troll hunters. We are summoned to a town that has some kind of troll infestation. We have special troll-killing weapons that we always refer to as “troll-floggers.” These weapons are basically just sticks with a spiky ball at the end. So, I guess they’re kind of like flails.

Anyway, we go into this one house that looks like my grandparents’ house. And then we’re like, “Oh no, we forgot our troll-floggers! … Oh well, we can fight the troll with our bare hands.”

But then we get to the bottom of the stairs (we’re walking downstairs for some reason … I guess the troll is in the basement or whatever). And the troll there is SUPER GIGANTIC. So we’re all like, “Shiiiiit!”

Then one girl in the group jumps over the banister holding a hammer and I guess she’s going to use it to kill the troll. But then, the troll turns into a glass measuring cup. And she keeps smashing and smashing it. And then it like … turns into a dog … and she stabs it in the neck. I don’t know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense.

Dream #3:

I'm in a room with my sisters. There's bookshelf in the room and we're all discussing books. I see a book I've been meaning to read on the bookshelf and I'm like, “Oh, I didn’t know we owned that book. My mom must have bought it at the used book store.” And then I'm telling my sisters about a series I'm reading. It involves a bear and a dog who are friends, or something. There are four books in the series, but each book is actually made up of several shorter books. I'm trying to convince my sisters that these books are good, but they don't believe me. (It's kind of like trying to make them read books in real life...)

Dark Tower Continued
I'm with a group of people I don't recognize, walking through an arid, sandy area that's not quite a desert but pretty close. Somehow I understand that we are acting out the Dark Tower series, namely the events of the last two books that I haven't read. There is a small green plastic disc on the ground (embedded in the ground) that is significant but I don't know why. I look into the distance and on the horizon I can see a blur of neon light. As I continue to stare, the blur resolves itself into a steadily flashing sign that says "SEPPIPPI". Each letter is individually lit and in its own color. I know that Seppippi is the name of a town or city; however, I'm slightly concerned about what I'll find when I go there. The sign itself looks normal enough, but I know the world has moved on and I remember what happened when the characters in the Dark Tower visited the city of Lud. I can't see anything of the city itself, just the sign, so I have no clue about what awaits.