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715am wake from first LD; 925am wake from 2nd for late morning LD. I recalled that heavy visualizations were important for late morning LDs and it worked.

* I am on a road driving and people are changing lanes strategically to get around people turning left and to keep moving somewhere in a hurry and at some point I am riding a bike instead and I realize I'm dreaming and I start to fly from the bike but then I noticed the dream visuals lessening a bit so I decided to land. I remember the 3 task of the month goals I had planned on doing first but this didn't seem like the right time to try the alien spaceship one. Even before bed while awake and doing some brief planning I somehow forgot about the translucent forest of Pandora, even though that sounds terrific if somewhat difficult. Anyway, I think of the pencil talk and I reach into my front right pocket with my left hand and my back right pocket with my right hand and they are big and loose and empty and I notice the visuals starting to fade again. I look down to the ground and I say but I think I see a forgotten Christmas present and it forms on the ground in front of my feet. It is wrapped in a wrapping paper more like cellophane and it's a blue color between blue and turquoise on the lighter end of the color scale. I start to open it where the paper comes together and I see that there is another layer underneath and I remove that also to see another layer. I start to realize this could continue forever and I confidently summon a pair of scissors in my hand instantly and surprisingly easily and I start to cut through the wrapping material to reveal a nice hard covered sturdy cardboard box with a lid. When I open the lid the first thing on top or a couple of gel inserts clear and the size of the heel of your foot maybe a bit smaller. Under that is a receipt and I'm thinking during the dream that it would be interesting to report to everyone on DV what the receipt said so I looked at it closely but all I recall is that the price was 89 dollars and with tax it was 95 something. Under some packaging paper in the box eventually uncovering the rest of the item which is a very fancy pair of leather slippers perhaps house slippers. They are a shiny brown leather in a thick leather that reminds me of thick rubber and squishy and they have clean stylish black soles. They seem like a very nice pair of slippers even though slippers are not something I would typically look forward to opening for a Christmas present. I wake and try to DEILD. I get only dreamlets, aware I'm dreaming but not full dreams and they kept dissipating so not counting a 2nd LD here, included: picking up string of lit Christmas lights, chips on big plastic storage container lid eating them, me with a santa bag carrying it, big goblet full of perfectly frozen ice cream sharing with nephew, sled and sled tracks in the snow, thick green shiny and partially translucent rectangular plate. Again each of the above dissipating before the next dreamlet appears.


*Over two hours later I have my second full LD. My earliest recall from this dream was a feeling of boldness to take off flying, realizing I'm dreaming! I am in a beautiful mountainous landscape not very different from where I was IWL this very day before going to bed. It was some of the most fun flying in a long time staying low to the ground flying over green grass and hills and punching the air in Superman flying posture to speed up. After a while, I approach two gigantic trees probably Oak trees or at least shaped like huge majestic Oak trees and the branches and foliage are so thick that it seems to be blocking my path to the mountains I saw on the other side and was heading to before getting caught up trying to get around these tree branches. Perhaps I should have spent some time under the trees, perhaps something to learn, as I do love trees. Instead I turn around and fly behind me planning on looping around but I am now in a neighborhood block scene, still a nice sunny day. I see a woman sitting in a car as I pass the end of the block and when I swing back around the car is gone so I start looking into windows of some 2 story houses and I'm not seeing much so I decide to land and go inside one of the houses which is actually a single-story house. I find the door unlocked and I open the door and peek in. It looks like an old person's house with an old couch multi-colored but mostly tan woven fabric where the colors are woven tightly together and blend in, until you look up close. It is along the wall on the far side of the living room and I see a bed physical through a bedroom door and a recliner chair to my left. This reminds me of my Grandmother's home. There's that distinct smell I've smelled somewhere before that reminds me of old peoples houses, but not my Grandmother's. I decide to go elsewhere and look back as I leave and I seem to see a big colorful face through the curtains, perhaps inspired by the mardi gras figure in the movie "Self/less" seen the day before. I wonder if someone might indeed be home and sure enough an older lady somewhat stocky and shorter comes to the front and I say I'm sorry I came in your home, but this is just a dream. She seems like she wants to talk and this reminds me I have some things I wanted to ask in a dream. I ask her about f she knows how to have very long lucid dreams. In a very thick Eastern European accent she says "you have to remember that in about 4 hours you will be ready to go back to sleep again and when you feel that sadness coming on..." The visuals and her voice starts to fade. Sadness? Seems like a gibberish answer. Also, I won't be ready to sleep again in 4 hours.

I am in a retreat setting. There is a guy who has arrived back to meet both me and Louise but also of course continue with his meditation. He has climbed to the highest mountain in Spain and is prepared to put all his differences aside and get back to the thorough job of meditation. He is so joyful and full of respect for us even though he is so much older than us. We are in a small flat like area that is not the usual setting I am use to in retreat. There is an office out the back and a social area in the middle.

We move to an actual retreat and we are sharing about different aspects of our life. We eventually get into a meditation and and after a short session there is a chance to look at some of items on display. I am helping out with the displays and as I get some of the items ready a lady my friend Bernie Jeffrys notices the pain or trapped nerves in my shoulder. She puts a healing hand on it and I go into meditation. I can feel my breathing lightly in a one-pointed way and even when one of the retreatants come up to me asking me about the products I do not answer as the focus and the healing seems so important. The pain moves further up in my shoulder. It has shifted and Bernie looks at me with soft eyes and I say that really helped the pain has moved on to a new stage.


Brian is explaining to me about all these different ritual items. I think he is just talking to me one to one. He starts also explaining the Christmas tree which should be a dream sign but he does it so convincingly I believe it. There is something really magical about the tree as he explains it. When a look back there are lots of other Sangha members at the meeting.

Here's this morning's collection of dreams, which had a sort of holiday theme going on.
I stood in a grassy field with a friend I vaguely know in real life. It was night time, and we were waiting for fireworks. All of a sudden, multiple fireworks shot up into the sky. They were abnormally huge, and all the more beautiful because of it, filling the sky with a multitude of wonderful colors. Before I could really get out a word about how great it all looked, this friend of mine kissed me. That's all I remember here. Pretty odd my friend was involved in this manner, as I don't know her all that well!
I was swimming in a pool that looked a lot like the pool we used in P.E. class in high school. As me and a bunch of other swimmers were heading out and back to the locker room, one of them collapsed by the entrance, having a sort of seizure. A guy I know IRL, we'll call him D, who I don't like very much appeared out of no where and was suddenly giving the collapsed guy medical attention. D looked up at me and held out his hand, asking me to give him my phone. I hesitantly complied. Seems like there could be multiple ways to interpret this one. Hmmhmm hmmity hmm.
I was at a Christmas party with a good portion of my family, as well as a couple of familiar coworkers and people I didn't know or recognize at all. It was a fairly nice party, with lots of tables, food, and nice music playing. We were all standing in line at a vending machine, but when it was my turn to pop in some change and pick my drink, I couldn't for the life of me figure the thing out. Standing directly behind me was an old coworker of mine, we'll call her W, who was starting to get quite angry at how long I was taking. She eventually slapped the change out of my fumbling hands, yelling about how I needed to get a move on and let everybody else go. My cousin, who was standing behind W, told her to take it easy. I slumped my head and walked over to the nearby fridge, which had a smaller selection of drinks.
I saw one that caught my eye: Strawberry soda in a very fancy bottle. I picked it up and went back over to my cousin, who was now standing next to this girl I didn't recognize. They were both drinking bottles of beer, so when the girl saw me approach, she gave a cold look at my bottle of soda and rolled her eyes. Seems everyone just wasn't having it with me at this party! Her and my cousin sauntered away, talking about something incoherently. In real life, I actually have never had alcohol to this day, and I don't plan on it. If I were at a party like this, that's pretty much exactly how it would go. I'm happy with the amount of detail recalled~

I meant to write this in here earlier but had no time but anyway this dream felt like it lasted around 2-3 hours honestly when I was dreaming it but it was good.

It starts off the night before, my nephew calls me and asks to come over and have soup and stay the night and the next morning my nephew, my sister, my mother, myself and Dean come over to my nieces house (which was a previous residence in real life) for Christmas dinner and we got to meet her new boyfriend who turned out to be a vampire and dean doesn't kill him right here i'll explain later, So we all sit down and for about an hour to an hour and a half we all eat and chat and open presents early. Well vampire at this point is trying to knock everyone out and he knocks me out last but I go in to third person to watch what occurs next (as my in dream body was knocked out) Dean and the vampire get into a huge fight and in the middle of it Dean says "The only reason I didn't kill you earlier is because (my sister or mother because I didn't know he was a vampire) told him not to." They ruin the kitchen and dining room and then Dean drags the vampire outside and smashes his face on the metal railing and throws him over the side, goes to his car and pulls out a machete and comes and kills the vampire. The dream ends with us all waking up to the big mess, a dead vampire, and a long explanation. Because (my dream self) was not aware my nieces boyfriend was a vampire.

Ok, not the best recall last night.
It was Christmas and My literacy teacher gave me the third Harry Potter movie. It had three pictures of Daniel Radcliffe on it, one large and in the front, one smaller in the middle, and the smallest in the back. It also went back by age. (Largest was the oldest, smallest was the youngest.) My parents were talking about watching it later, but I realized that they were talking about the first Harry Potter movie, which my brother had gotten. I then went into the kitchen and did something. I unfortunately can't remember what. When I walked back into the living room, everyone's presents were gone except for mine. I was thinking about how I'm always last to bring my stuff to my bedroom.
It was the morning and I was cooking frozen waffles in the toaster. My brother was wondering why I was cooking them for so long and I told him it was because I don't like having flimsy waffles. (I picked one up and demonstrated how floppy they were.) Once the waffles were done, I suggested eating ice cream, but then remembered that we had eaten it the night before. (I really did eat ice cream last night.)
My friend was telling me about a boy from Bratayley(really someone named Luke that goes to my school) who walked out of his house and started throwing bombs everywhere. He ran away and no one found him.

Short list of what happened (I'll try to explain in better detail later):

I was looking in the mirror and had a beard.

Jon wore a purple shirt that comes above his chest. It looked ridiculous. He said he got it from the laundry.

Jon and Dakota were in the kitchen, as was I, when I seen Mama coming up the drive-way from the window. She tossed a small box at me that had something to do with two languages that was going to be Jon's Christmas present. He tried to get it because he didn't know what it was, but I managed to hide it from him.

It was midnight. I was sitting on a chair in the ruins of a castle. There was a cage with a monkey inside. The animal had no fur and wore green shorts. There was a girl that I was in friendly terms in the past, now only passing acquintances. She came closer to me and tried to tell something, but I interrupted her shouting "I'll rather be with that monkey in a cage, than with you!"

I ran away and found myself on my frontyard. I entered a car, and with brother and mother we drove to a city centre. On the way we passed procession, my younger sister was leading it. In the end we stopped in a parking lot, and heard people talking about christmas.

I came across a mirror lying on the floor, remembered the TOTM and went lucid. The mirror's rather small for this - I take hold of the edges and pull it wide enough to stretch out on top of it. Initially, unusually, the mirror showed me my reflection - I focus on the background behind it, and it goes black. I briefly imagine stars in that blackness, but don't actually see them; that acts as a trigger, and I sink into the mirror as if it's liquid.

On the other side, I'm walking out of an apartment building into an alley. I have a thought that this is supposed to represent somewhere in Wyoming; but looking around at the buildings, the vending machines, this definitely looks like Japan. I wonder if that's just my mind filling in the setting with familiar memories, or if this is actually meant to be Japan; I keep walking, figuring it'll work itself out, and I had no particular goal here anyway.

I cut through a shopping area where people are eating, listening to them talk, no one saying anything particularly interesting to listen in on. I'm uncertain whether I'm visible to others; my initial impression had been that they couldn't see me, which is how I preferred it, but there do seem to be a few people here and there who notice.

Out of the shopping area and onto a main street, there are Christmas lights in the trees here. I cross the street and find the sidewalk's lined with little garden plots, blocked off by ropes - some kind of display, or some kind of competition maybe. One such plot holds a tree that fascinates me - it's white, not much taller than I am, gnarled, no leaves, and covered here and there in pale green moss with small blue flowers. Very beautiful.

A nightmare where I was looking into the mirror in my bathroom. The skin on my chest/stomach peeled off and my internal organs started to fall out. I remember my heart looked artificial and had some kind of gauge or pressure meter on it. I screamed and woke up.

wtf I haven't had a nightmare of any sort in like two years...

After that, I wanted to go back to sleep to see if I could snag some lucidity before morning. Some disjointed fragments led into a couple of congruent LDs.

-Something to do with my college dormitory. For some reason I was wearing golden earrings in the dream, somebody commented on them, saying that they looked good. I asked myself when I got piercings and could not recall. I didn't become lucid though.

-Something to do with drawing and a tin of colored pencils.

-I was playing LBP3. I was designing this level where you would run across all of these little white platforms that were moving and stuff was firing on you. There was also this big metal bridge that would unfold when you got close to it. A was there, commenting on how he liked the game-play aspect of it.

I was at the community pool in my cousin's hometown, though almost nobody was there except me and someone else. I was just chilling in the shallow end of the pool when this bully character approached the two of us. He picked us both out of the water and said he wanted to try and drown us in the deep end.

I tried to punch him but it didn't do much.

I elbowed him in the face and managed to swim away. He followed me out of the pool. I turned around to fight him. He was buff and had long blonde hair and short thick facial hair and blue eyes. It was also at this moment that I noticed that I was still wearing gold earrings. I thought this might put me at a disadvantage because he could grab them.

I ran in and kicked him in the stomach. He reeled back. He was almost at the edge of the pool. He came back and tried to punch me. I ducked under it and put my leg behind his. From there it was easy to just push him into the water.

He looked at me angrily. I thought he was going to just get out of the water and attack me again, but he seemed to just be waiting there. But this other DC showed up. He looked like Santa Claus except his outfit was all white.

He said something about learning to be submissive and recognize your own inferiority. He said that this was meant to be some kind of dream test and that I had failed it.

For some reason, I was just boiling mad at this Santa/Guide character. I started screaming at him that people shouldn't be taught to be inferior and submissive, and that you can't mold people into what you want. They will do their own things and form their own identities and moral codes and there is nothing that you can do about it.

I got so mad at him that I FA'd in my living room. But it felt smaller. All of the furniture had been pushed into one end of the room an there was a small Christmas tree in the room with some presents under it.

This seemed strange to me. I did a nose pinch RC. Lucid dreamin' baby. I had almost become fully lucid in the last section, but now I could think clearly. I still wanted to see Manei. I started calling her name, expecting her to simply be upstairs or something. No reply. I thought to go outside, but saw that it was very, very dark. The kind of darkness that would make me lose the dream.

I then realized that stabilizing would probably be a smart idea. I rubbed my hands together.

"I will not lose the dream until I have accomplished one of my goals!"

I then thought to try teleporting to the beach location. In the past my teleportation efforts have failed miserably, so I was gonna have to really commit. I closed my eyes and started visualizing the beach in Puerto Rico that my family goes to every year.

I started to see it in the center of my vision. I thought that I should start engaging my other senses. I tried to picture the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the smell of saltwater and the sun on my face.

However when I opened my eyes I was still in my home, but things were different. I saw that it had gotten considerably lighter outside. It still appeared to be foggy and gray, but I could make out the street and plants. The entire backyard had been taken over by a massive jungle/forest. There was a huge vine with massive mango-like fruit growing on it. (When I say massive Mango-Fruit, I am talking 3-4 feet across.

I made my way out the front door to get a better look at what was outside. The dream's clarity started revving up to very high levels here. I saw that half the neighborhood had been overtaken with these huge gnarled branches. There seemed to be pieces of a structure in there, as if it were made of I-beams.

I followed the gnarled branches up to see a huge tree, literally miles tall. It seemed as though as it got farther away, it looked less and less like it was made of wood. It seemed to be made of stone or metal, and had complex designs of overlapping circles and rune symbols on it. It was supporting the sky, that appeared to be solid, made of high-technology structures (like the surface of the death star). There were windows or some kind of white lights scattered about on the surface. There seemed to be places where it had rusted through though and real vegetation was growing through it, both on the tree and the sky.

The sky had to be 50 or 100 miles up. There were layers upon layers of thin, misty clouds surrounding the tree trunk. The thing that I remember the most was the temperature. It was sooo hot and humid in this dream.

I couldn't believe the enormity of these metal trees, and I had to check them out for myself. I started flying, but for some reason moved backwards very quickly. I stopped and stumbled.

"No, I want to go UP!"

I started flying again, but I still went backwards. I lost control of the ability to fly and got pulled out of the scene. Everything started shrinking and getting darker. I saw more of the trees supporting the sky ceiling for a moment. It looked like some of them were just tree stumps.

Somebody told me that this was a forest that had been cut down by giant cosmic beings from the seventh dimension, millions of years ago, but it was growing back now. I saw my town on a remove section of earth, like a SimCity tile, floating in nothing.

I was in a black void. White cubes were scattered about. I was still pulling backwards at increasingly fast speeds. I thought I might hit one of the cubes, not being able to see where I was flying.

I woke up.

Interpretations: I really have to come back to these after I've had some proper time to think about it.

Ritual: WTB 2:30am, after a little over four hours of sleep I strap the vibrating alarm to my wrist, set for 35 minutes. When it goes off it wakes me very definitely. I lay still and try to DEILD but can feel that REMA is broken. Turn down vibration strength to minimum, note time at 7:20am, and try again... same result. Remove alarm and go to sleep normally. Next time I wake up, try again with better success... at the time thought it was DEILD but realize now it must have actually been a DILD because I was not in my WL bed, so it must have been FA rather than real waking.

DILD-DEILD: I wake up and remember not to move. I am lying on my right side, but I am in a bed in my grandmother's house. Momentarily I wonder why I am there, but "remember" that I am visiting her. Oddly, in retrospect it feels like my lengthwise orientation—the directions my head and feet were respectively pointing—was also the opposite from how I sleep WL, and that the bed was on the opposite wall, sort of like the whole room was a mirror image of my WL bedroom. But since everything was in the same relative position to everything else, I'm not sure where that feeling came from.

I try to DEILD and at first I'm convinced I'm physically moving but REMA seems intact so I relax and explore my sensory awareness. Finally I just start to rock back and forth, until I feel confident enough in my dream body to get out of bed. The door to the hall is open, and on the other side I can see the living room, lit up by a Christmas tree with beautiful golden lights. I know it is my grandmother's house in Texas and don't realize that she hasn't lived there for years.

My awareness is fairly low all around and I don't recall my tasks either. Aimlessly I go outside and spontaneously a magnificent chestnut horse canters up to me, already saddled. I used to ride a lot in Texas so it is probably the result of mental association. I caress the shoulder of the horse and put my left foot in the stirrup, barely able to reach that high as the animal is quite tall. I start to pull myself up and into the saddle but I lose my balance and get "stuck" with my right leg halfway over. I waver there with my left leg in the stirrup and my right in mid-air, somehow unable to complete the movement. Finally I force it with an act of will and get astride the horse, but it doesn't feel right, the proportions are all wrong. The mental dissonance wakes me (although I am now convinced this too was an FA).

FA(?): On waking, I review the dream and recognize my mental error in thinking that I had been visiting my grandmother's old house and that it was Christmas-time, but I thought I was at least correct in the position of the tree, and remembered seeing in that spot one year. Now that I am fully awake, I have my doubts even about this: my "remembered" layout of the house was all wrong, and I don't think I ever even visited at Christmas time.

DILD-DEILD: I didn't think REMA had broken yet so I tried to DEILD again, and there were some ambiguous successes that I don't recall well (I still suspect the whole thing was a DILD, and that even most of the "transitions" occurred entirely within the dream state).

At some point I am back in my WL house, and I open the front door to go outside. After the stunt on the horse I wonder if the door will impede my progress and, probably in response to my thought, I discover that after I open the first door panel there is still a second one to go through, but I try not to cause unnecessary obstacles for myself and go through the second door easily.

It is very foggy in the front yard, and it is also a wide grassy area with scattered trees rather than a busy suburban street. The fog is making everything vague so I go for the tried and true, "Clarity now!" I shout it a few times and the dream responds, a bit sarcastically overdoing it. Now everything is too sharp, almost pixellated. I can see white and black birds with incredible definition in their pattern and plumage, but the focus is too sharp to look comfortably real. This is preferable to the earlier fogginess, however, so I go along with it.

As so often, I start instinctively singing as I explore the landscape. My voice is somewhat annoying this time, high-pitched and overly sweet, and there's nothing especially beautiful or memorable about the melodies I'm coming up with. It sounds like the sort of singing you'd hear in a mediocre mid-century musical. But I stick with it, hoping I can use it to influence the dream.

The landscape is pleasantly pastoral in all directions now. I am walking in an open meadow, and there are scattered trees here and there. I can't see any other figures, and I decide things would be more interesting if I could interact with a DC, so I decide to request one. I sing something about the "view," and then in the next line ask the dream to "send someone to talk to..." — and hesitate, having botched the lyrics. If I could end the with line "to you," it would have proper meter and rhyme, but obviously I wanted the DC to come talk "to me," so I tack the word "me" awkwardly onto the end of the line. It sounds so stupid that I break character and laugh at myself.

I give up on the singing and make my request again with a simple act of will. This works much better, and at once I can see a woman—of a sort—approaching me. She has a human torso but the lower part of her body is that of a large serpent, like a naga, and she resembles Medusa in having snake-like strands instead of hair. While I contemplate her unusual appearance, a second such creature shows up at her side. The face of the second one is thinner, with high cheekbones, attractive even, and her snake-hair is asymmetrically coiffed like elaborate dreadlocks. I find her appearance so striking that I want to complement her.

"I like your... arrangement." It comes out awkwardly because I realized mid-sentence that "hair" wasn't the right word and had to choose another one, but I'm not sure if she'll understand. "I mean your snakes," I explain hurriedly, hoping I'm not inadvertently being offensive by naming them as such. The naga I'm addressing studies me with a twisted expression, like she's not sure whether to be flattered or irritated.

I converse with them for a few minutes but unfortunately I can't recall what we discussed. Then they ask me for a favor: will I go up that hill nearby and tell their father that they're working on the project? It sounds like an innocent request, but I sense that there is something sinister behind it. I suspect that this is a ploy to lure me into their encampment, where I will be taken captive. As I hesitate, pondering their motivations, I can actually feel the pressure of their minds against mine, like they are attempting to work a subtle enchantment to compel me to go. I lash back mentally, and they both recoil.

Now the veneer of friendliness drops, and the two nagas become openly hostile. I don't feel like getting dragged into a fight, so I instinctively put an end to the situation. At the top of my voice I shout wordless syllables that sound like a whiplash or thunderclap—"Kuk-KAH!"—and clap my hands together at the same instant. The two nagas vanish into thin air. I am satisfied with how well that worked, but feel a faint pang of concern... I hope I didn't destroy them; I only meant to remove them from my presence!

The dream ends at this point. I wake up and start report around 8:45am.

Morning of December 25, 2014. Thursday.



I “wake” within my dream (while still in bed) and the television is on. I am only vaguely aware that it is Christmas morning.

I am not that annoyed by the television being on (at least at first), but I do not think anyone is watching it. After a time, I see it is some sort of “important” news report or bulletin. It turns out to be my mother-in-law and her youngest daughter. They are showing their Christmas gifts on live television for some reason and are standing in a public area outside somewhere (not sure of location). During the broadcast, though, one of their Christmas gifts, a parrot, dies as the daughter is speaking and holding it. She becomes only slightly upset, and the broadcast keeps going on about them and their experiences. I get the impression that the other parrot will also die on live television. In fact, it “feels” as if the parrots have met their fate simply by being given to these people though possibly it is also relative to the special news bulletin itself.

I am not all that surprised as they continue to talk and lie about their experiences and how the news broadcasts it…and to continue to relate false information about other people in the region.

This is based on reality. There have been several known occasions where entirely false stories and details were published in the mainstream news relative to these people, which is why I have a tendency to believe little of what is reported in the media. The parrot symbolism on one level, may be related to mainstream news itself and the fact that they will quote and print anything these days whether or not it has any connection to real events. For example, there was a news story about a man whose daughter was killed locally and my mother-in-law (and her youngest daughter) met him at the airport; the newspaper printing her false statement that she had lost a daughter in the same way (as she was there to meet him and give him flowers and pretended to understand his situation). Another news story was completely false and related to an adult daughter (Judy) “running away from home”, when in fact it was attempted escape from her abuse.

Still, the native meaning of this dream relates to the waking transition as most final dream segments do. A dying parrot certainly qualifies as a “failed flight” waking transition. Television is the “downsizing” of the dream state (and the “distancing” of the dream self from the energies of the dream state). A parrot represents a form of the dreamer, on more than one level. It flies (dreaming is “flying”). It also mimics speech as analogous to the dream self not being as skilled in communication as the whole conscious self.

December 10, 2015

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I was at home, and it was around Christmas time. I was about to go out with my little brother and my dad to get presents for people. I remember coming out to my dad's car and getting in, but realizing I had forgotten something. I went back inside to get it, where I got side tracked by another member of the family, and then suddenly realized my dad and brother were still waiting for me. I rushed outside and hopped in the car, but that's most of what I remember.

My mother and my dog and I were driving around this secluded rural area at late evening. It was late in the year, and there was snow on the ground, but the sun was out. We saw a road that went off into the woods. The name of it was, as near as I can remember, Forbes Road. I recalled that I had heard it was a haunted road, but I didn't say anything. So we started down it.

By this time, it was getting dark. We came around a curve. There was a man with his car pulled over to the side of the road. He was out of his car. I turned off my headlights and got closer.

At first, he appeared normal. He looked like a rather fat middle-aged man with white hair. Then he saw me and he changed. His eyes glowed red and he looked sinister. For whatever reason I opened my door to see him better. My dog leaped out the door and onto the road, and suddenly the man made an abrupt lunge at the door, so I slammed it closed and drove off as fast as I can, leaving my dog behind. We then contacted the police and reported the incident.

The steering wheel on my car kept coming off during our escape.

Later, I got home. I lived by myself in a fancy house on top of a hill. It was Christmas time. I was the caretaker of this little girl in a blue dress. I told her Christmas jokes and raced her around the table. When I caught her, I tickled her. She had a great time.

My mother and I were eating at an Indian restaurant at the bottom of a skyscraper in Chicago. There were no other floors on the skyscraper, so there was no ceiling. All the light poured in from all the windows above.

The owners were both Indian, a husband and wife. They had the radio on to entertain their customers. It was tuned to a talk show. The announcer was interviewing an Indian man over the telephone. But the radio guy forgot what to call people of his nationality, so he referred to the Indian guy as a "tannish man". This insulted the owners of the restaurant, so they turned off the radio and made me play the xylophone instead.

An older guy had borrowed a pastor's truck for a few days. When he returned his truck to him, he kind of sheepishly admitted that he had accidently spilled some sour kraut in the front seat. He opened the door to show the pastor. Gallons of sour kraut were literally piled on the passenger seat, and it came spilling out the door and onto the ground. The pastor was furious.

Morning of October 19, 2014. Sunday.



Once again, my family and I are living in Cubitis though the house is different on the inside. I see that the front yard is mostly the same, but when I look out, while apparently resting in bed, I see an older green station wagon (late 60s Ford Torino) parked in the yard, looking a bit in need of a wash, directly facing the house and near the third silver oak. I am wary of this, because I do not know who it might belong to.

Within a short time, it turns out to be a very wealthy celebrity couple, although I presently cannot name him or his wife. He may be Jack Gilford as he was when around age forty, though I get more of a sense of a more serious visage, almost James-Bond-like. They sit down on chairs in our living room. Apparently, it is nearing Christmas and they have brought a gift for my wife because she is supposedly a relative. They do not seem to feel out-of-place in my smaller childhood home. In fact, they comment on how quaint it is in a non-sarcastic manner almost as if they are thinking of getting such a place to live. The package they give to my wife is shiny and blue and I get the impression that it may be a ballroom gown, but she does not open it before I wake. It is fairly large but light-weight.

The very wealthy movie stars do not expect a gift, it seems, and they are making their trip a bit earlier than they normally do from what the man says, continuing south, I believe, before driving back to Hollywood after delivering all their gifts. I am not sure how they are related to my wife (she comes mostly from Hungarian Roma people). In fact, they are not certain either. We even talk about different family surnames as they are leaving, all beginning with “N” and stopping with an idea about the name of a sister’s neighbor from years ago (but altered somewhat) who I did not even know in reality, something like Nigh-gly in pronunciation, possibly a vague play on “nightly” (or a corruption of Nyíregyháza or even Nardia, similar to earlier name variations), though dreams often provide nonsense words and nonsense definitions to real words (as with my “Jacuzis are vampiric monsters” fiasco from years ago - though this is more likely to happen if one does not fully know the real definition and the dream invents an unlikely one).

11 AM

I was walking, looking for a book or store. I was on the street, morning or afternoon. I met a seedy-looking guy who led me to a shop. It looks more like a shop for pirated copies. The clerk there showed me a pirated CD copy of "books". I declined. I looked around the shop. There were Christmas decors for sale too.

I saw a small ceramic statue of a "sifu" or "sensei", an old man with a long white beard and red clothing. Not sure if he was bald.

I was in a dorm. My dorm? I went to the bathroom to pee, but then I realized I was in someone else's room, peeing on the wall and floor. Once I realized it, I finished it first then ran for a mop. I wiped the wall and floor.

Jen/Sarah was giving a lecture and mentioned me to the students.

Rob was there. He was talking about eating or avoiding eating something since he ate too much of something the night before. Hito? Pork?

Daniel/Someone was talking to him online. He asked Rob if he believes in the Astral or something. Rob got annoyed and told someone to tell Daniel/Someone to shut up.

NOTES:

I slept around 5:30 AM.