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I am in what seems to be a dorm room set up for three people, although there are only two of us living there. Above the doorways, I can see red text continually scrolling by, which is then replaced by new text—records of conversations, it seems. On the walls, there are a few posters, different pictures, but all with the words “conserve merriment” at the bottom. This is a reference to something familiar to the person I am in the dream. I walk from the room where I am to the one where my flatmate is sitting.

He/she—this person seems rather androgynous, and the dream itself offers no clues—wants to know if I’m interested in going to do something with him/her. I reflect that I do seem to have been learning more from the things I spend my free time doing than from my actual classes. But I still feel reluctant. It has to do with things I experienced before getting here, I tell my flatmate. In a way, it’s like I’m telling about everything that’s happened to me up until now, but all compressed into a sentence or two—a lifetime spent as a fugitive, never being able to stay in any one place for long, just one bad thing after another.

And then he/she replies: “Is that all?” And actually, when you put like that, it really doesn’t seem so bad. Sure, I guess I’ll go to your thing.

We then talk for a bit about the place we’re at, which is called Campa Piri, and another place I can’t remember the name of now. Then I find myself reading a transcript of the conversation rather than experiencing it. I glance a bit further on, where we’re talking about yet another nearby place called Stone Sway and joking about how it totally sounds like a double entendre. And at that point, I wake up.

In the next dream of the night, I also seem to be a different person—a young boy staying at a large house with a group of other people, all adults, apparently. There was a lot that happened in the early parts of this dream that I can no longer remember, but it seemed to involve finding some kind of special thing in this house—I want to say it was a book, but I’m not entirely sure, and so from here on out it will be known as the MacGuffin.

We are all preparing to leave, and it seems that my uncle—my actual uncle, the only familiar person in this dream—is going to be taking the MacGuffin back with him. I don’t like this: I think that it would be better off in the hands of literally anyone else in the world, and it really ought to stay in the house here. But he’s intent on it and, as usual, impervious to arguments.

He’ll also be taking all the paintings that were in the dining room. It’s a wood-paneled room with a long, wooden table in the middle of it, and pretty much all the space on the walls was taken up with paintings, which illustrated various stories. But now he has them stacked in a closet there, ready to be taken out to the car. I’m not happy about this either. I tell him that he wouldn’t have the space to hang them up, and they’d probably just sit in his house, not even properly stored. He claims he’ll hang them up, but I don’t believe him. What strikes me as particularly unfair about this is that it was only by means of the paintings that we had managed to understand the MacGuffin’s true nature and gain possession of it—possibly from some dark sorcerer type, but that’s also escaped my memory. If the paintings aren’t available, the MacGuffin may never be able to make its way into the hands of someone more suitable in the future.

But then it occurs to me—I can make sure the paintings never make it to his house. There are many people here who also feel this isn’t right, and with their cooperation, we can have the paintings mysteriously back on their walls. Maybe we can spook him into returning the MacGuffin. I pull someone aside to tell them my idea, and pretty soon, the plan is ready to be put into action. But we need a diversion so we can get our hands on the paintings.

It’s announced that I’m going to be talking about a painting in a nearby room, and so everybody—minus a few co-conspirators—files in and sits down in rows of chairs. I have the painting there at the front of the room: a fairly small one of a winter scene with trees. I begin talking. I am a kid and don’t know a thing about painting, but I confidently B.S. my way through it.

Just as I’m explaining how the branches of the trees in the painting are reminiscent of the branches of knowledge, continually reaching out and producing new shoots, an older man with short, white hair stands up and approaches me. He is a professor of art history, and he thinks that the branches are nothing of the sort. I tell him that that’s what one of my philosophy professors had said about them. I definitely have the impression that he, too, is in on it, and that this, too, is part of the diversion.

Once I’m done, we head out towards the door. This requires us to pass through the dining room, which I had forgotten about, but I see that the walls there are still bare. That’s good—right now, it’s still too early. But I’m sure the paintings will be back up once everyone’s gone through.

16.2.18

00:00 Mon 2013-10-21
01:14 bedtime, temp 17C -- 1 hour behind schedule, but I wanted to finish "Matrix Reloaded"
03:02
F1) Trying to make a destination by a certain time, ahead of others: a man and a woman, large open outdoor field. Our paths intersect, we come together, they edge ahead of me.
06:23
1) I'm standing in a hallway in a multi-level structure like a big ship. I'm talking to someone above me through the ceiling. Then someone else up through another stairway/hole in the ceiling asks about whether it's safe. I say "There's no way a return value from a toilet can harm you unless you apply the value to your body."

F2) Instrument (B). Written instructions on how to modify the instrument, how to pound the high D key into the wood in order to stabilize playing the high E.

2) standing with people in an outdoor kitchen at a tall counter. There are jars of condiments on the counter. Playing with people, singing some tunes. I hit a note very high for me with full opera quality that gets everybody's attention. It's beautiful. A conductor comes up and says, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Everybody, let's start playing this opera! He starts getting ready to conduct the opera. I'm scrambling around looking for my music. The conductor is a short and swarthy man. He's conducting and I'm looking for my notes in his pile of music and other places. I find a few excerpts but not the full notes.

F3) arriving home with a woman. I say "hey, you should give me a quick welcome home kiss." After a quick kiss then I say "that's not good enough." Then she (short-haired redhead, DS) gives me a deeper kiss with rough tongue action which is not pleasant. Then she says I'm not giving enough. (WL, Matrix Reloaded kiss scene).

3) I'm searching for a composer, who lives in an odd house, which is like small chunks of living space down a multi-level spiraling scaffolding. I start at the top very high and descend down the levels, jumping down level to level. He's talking about the piece that he's created. It's a performance piece about a man who moves on the ground like a snake, inches around. The guy is really proud of the special effect he's created, where the man moves without any visible physical means: crawling along the floor, very slowly at first, you can barely see he's moving, then he crawls faster and faster. There are a bunch of people standing in the room, and someone says "for the first time in history, people will move across a room without any visible means of movement."

06:31 MILD using these scenes. 14C temp, air matress plug popped, have to replace with another for now, looks like I'm getting a WBTB after all.
06:56 BTB
08:33
4) Driving a car at high speed through underground maze, like a huge sewer tunnel but clean and lined with huge white tiles and well-lit. Rectangular cross section. I'm driving at extremely high speed, jumping off ramps and floating through the air. I imagine that I have previously walked through this maze before. I'm avoiding people in this maze, I need to get through a gate (DS), I can't get through the gate, there is a women helping me. There are various kinds of access cards in all kinds of languages and all kinds of currency, including alien currency. We go through all kinds of cards and all kinds of thoughts but we can't open the gate. She finally looks in her purse and finds one more card, she puts it in the reader and the gate opens. We quickly turn the card reader over and read its display so we can see what kind of reader it is and how much currency is left on it. I read "FLM" or "FLAM" on the display but there is no indication of a balance. She says "there's no balance shown." We keep going.

09:35 voice recorder malfunction! 4.5 minutes of recall detail lost! SH!T! There's got to be at least several dreams in there with good detail. What a bummer. Good reason to transcribe right after getting up! From memory:

F4) Going into a room, like a dorm room, there are lots of people around. Insdie a room, at first I think there's room only for one person. The bed is to the back in a small alcove with a low roof where the bed is. I see another bed and think "ah ok this is a two-person room". The beds are on the ground. I think this used to be my room. Visiting friends at college?

10:17
5) Big strong police woman stopping people with improper packages on their cars. Guy says he can't get his window open, so she comes and lifts the entire door off with her hands. I'm driving on the driver's side, she takes off the front passenger door. She is wearing a tank top, and I see as she's flexing with arms spread out to the sides. She's muscular and I see black stubble in her armpits. I say (to a friend outside?) "damn, look at her she's BUFF! She works out! She's buff!". She throws the door down. She lets us go. Her attention turns to another motorist, whom she stops. Some woman with presents and boxes strapped to the outside of her car, around the windshield and hood, on both sides of the car. They're coming undone and she's trying to tie them back on. I think "O man she's going to get it, that cop does NOT LIKE packages strapped to the outside of cars!"

6) Rocket engine fireworks. Instead of fireworks it's a giant collection of rocket ships. I see the rocket take off with an fiery strong intense/bright yellow/orange flame out the bottom. It flies slowly up for a while, then turns down and faces towards the ground. The crowd gasps: "AAAAAaaa!". I remove myself from the immediate view area for safety behind a roof/house, and I'm moving around / peering around to fully see the flight of the rocket. Then it turns up again and separates into all of its different 4-5 smaller rocket pieces. They swoops up, down, and all around. Then they rejoin into a single rocket and goes up, up, up. Then up and down, at one point it leaves a trail of bright yellow pinpoint dots behind it as a finale, then it disappears and the show's over.

10:24 get up temp 16C, window cracked 1 inch, new heater next to bed, first setting, dial at 3 oclock (75%), good sleeping conditions, small window in kitchen cracked 1 inch open. could sleep more but time to get up. white cotton socks, 3 blankets on top of comforter.

A dormitory and some tarot cards. Anxiety is what I feel. It is dark, not night, but hazy and dull and dim. Maya is near/here. A large box filled with alcoholic bottles. Empty maybe. Trouble. In the end I am not fearful. I'm going on some sort of journey. Someone asks me if/to write goodbyes. A bicycle is lying down and I write my goodbyes. I think I write down names around the bicycle in chalk. I think Rick S is here, talking to me. I write to my mom; I love you more than the moon and the stars.

#8

I was in a school I had never seen before. For some reason this kid got mad at me and wanted to fight but I didn't want to in the school. Then I went to what were apparently dorm rooms and was hanging out with the usual friends plus a few that I don't remember, when that kid (Who I think switched identities throughout the fight) came to the house from the roof. While he was saying whats up to the people I went and took a piss (only in the dream thankfully) and when I came back in the room he was sitting down talking to whoever. I started talking to somebody and eventually the subject came up and I asked him if he was gonna fight and he said, "Whenever, just let me know." I replied with right now, and he seemed taken aback. At this point somebody informed me that he was a Tae Bo master and showed me a video of him doing martial arts (I googled it because I didn't know what it was its some work out video thing haha) I just said fuck whatever. He stood up and came up to me and a friend and somehow me the friend or him made a joke and we were all laughing and almost had a friend vibe thing going on, but then we ended up fighting anyway. I forget how it starts but Basically the whole fight I'm punching him in the face and he is trying to wrestle slamming me this way and that, but I always am able to get up without getting stuck. My punches don't seem to do any damage though and it was making me extremely mad, and eventually really tired (which I didn't know could happen in a dream). All of a sudden I realize I'm dreaming and immediately try to stabalize by rubbing my hands together but I wake up anyway. Damn.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat in some huge room. I sat in a school desk, which was part of some U-shaped area of either desks or tables, maybe made out of wood. Other than this structure, the room was empty.

The room had orange-tan colored walls, which were as tall as the walls of a cathedral. Along the top of the wall ran some kind of LED display, like an electronic ticker tape display that scrolls out news.

The sign was saying that somebody, possibly Sir Isaac Newton, had confessed his guilt regarding something. This was something like a murder, or a rather contemporary, scandalous-sounding crime.

Previously I'd been accused of this crime. Now that Sir Isaac Newton had confessed, I would no longer be considered guilty.

A woman came up to the desk where I was sitting. She may have stood me up to lead me away. I may have been working at something on a computer. I may have been a little reluctant to leave the work.

Dream #2

In an almost completely dark room, there was a girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old, standing in an orange-peach colored dress. The dress was in the eighteenth century style, with the outer layer in a sheer kind of material. The girl may have had her back left leg lifted behind her, as if she were performing a ballet step.

Dream #3

I was in a dark space, almost like a small corridor on a large airplane or in a space station. I walked toward a dimly lit area near the "front" of this corridor.

The astronaut Michael Collins was in the lit space, working at a small box of machinery. Collins looked young, and he may have been wearing a NASA jumpsuit.

I may have worked with Collins. I figured I was going to help him with whatever he was doing right now.

Dream #4

I was alone in a bedroom. The room was kind of big and it had high walls. But it felt like a college dorm room, not a bedroom. There may have been a regular bed and at least one bunk bed.

Suddenly the lights went out in the room. There was a tiny bit of light in the room, giving everything a very faint, very dim blue tint.

I felt my way around in the room, waving my arms in front of me -- although I may actually have been doing this before the lights went out. I was frantically trying to turn the lights back on, either with the power of my own mind or by finding the light switch. But I couldn't do it.

I told myself not to panic. I went to the door. Even though I was kind of disappointed with myself for being so afraid that I wanted to leave the room, I was going to leave. I couldn't think of how to get the light on, and I couldn't stand being in darkness.

But when I got to the front door, I was also afraid. I felt like there were people out in the hallway (like the hallway of a college dorm hall) waiting to attack me.

I looked through the peephole on my door. Outside I saw, leaning against the wall opposite the hall from my door, a young, blonde woman, pale skinned, very pretty, dressed in blue jeans and a black, turtleneck sweater. She leaned against the wall with her hands joined and placed behind her.

(Note: I've been using being alone in an empty room as a dream-sign, hopefully to induce lucids. I noticed that many of my lucids have occurred when I was alone in a room. So I've had quite a few "alone in a room" dreams -- and I've still failed. Ugh.)

This dream is from last night.

I'm back at college AGAIN. This is definitely a recurring theme in my recent dreams. It's actually getting annoying. I liked college, but I've moved on to other things. Dreaming I'm back there makes me feel like I've regressed or something.

In this particular dream, I think I was moving back in after summer break. I was completely and utterly lost. I couldn't find my dorm. I ended up in a dorm with a few friends of mine, but looking back, that particular dorm doesn't exist on campus. All of the rooms were empty. It was actually rather creepy.

I eventually manage to find my dorm and my room, which was furnished just like it was when I actually resided there. There were two girls there who were real-life acquaintances of mine in college. We talked a little bit. Then I randomly flashed them. Nothing too intense, just showed them my bra. They were confused and unimpressed. I was also confused as to why I had done that. (This bit may relate to things I've been pondering in waking life. I won't go into it right now though.)

Another recurring theme: I had to get ready for classes I felt unprepared for and didn't want to take. I looked at my schedule, and my first class was Math. I've always despised math. Why does my subconscious keep sending me to a math class?

Looking back on this dream is helping me understand dream signs. I could've gone lucid if I were able to realize that the dorm I was in didn't exist in reality, or that I was in classes with professors I had never met in real life. So...I definitely need to keep a better eye on the little things that don't make sense in my dreams.

I am in a sort of dorm room, i am trying to sleep. I think i fell unconscious during SP because i can feel my body sliding to the right, its weird.

I jolt awake to find Joe & Darvz next to me in bed, im so confused by this that i forget to RC. I get really annoyed, very quickly. "WTF are you two doing!?" They seem really calm, like they have done nothing wrong "chill out man" they tell me. I keep telling them over and over "this is my bed, fuck off!!"
We start to argue and i find out that they literally just had sex next to my unconscious body, im disgusted. "was that why i was moving to the right? Was that you guys moving me over?" They laugh, "yeah!"

im fuming, i storm around the room shouting and raving about just leaving it out of my bed cause its out of order etc etc. Everyone else in the dorm thinks im crazy for thinking its wrong and try to back up darvz and joe, but im having none of it.
It seems to be our last day of living there & we are about to move out. Im still so angry with joe cause he should know better, i end up hitting him when he starts giving me cocky replies.

Everyone has left and its just me in the dorm by myself. There are more people upstairs above us, i can hear them so i go up. I cant remember what happened up there but i come back down to the dorm and try to escape, also the cops are on their way. I leave the dorm & go outside and across the road, there is a hotel, I look up at the sign and it reads "the winston Hotel" in big yellow neon. The hotel itself is a huge complex and i wander through the doors. It all seems very 1950's with the decor and everyone is in black tie + suits etc. I come through the reception to a sort of restaurant area. I see some of my family and sit down at their table, they seem to be expecting me. There was my mum, dad, uncle and my cousin daniel.

I have a bit of a rant to them about the situation earlier with joe & darvz and how wrong they were. Dad starts telling me thats what he was planning on doing with some random chick cause my bed is "comfy"
"you cant have sex in MY fucking bed! Use your own!!" i shout, im really angry again. He just disagrees with me and walks off to meet his girl.

My cousin Daniel seems to be the only one that understands & helps me stall my dad. We are standing in the restaurant, there are tables all around us with people eating at them, i stop my dad by walking infront of him, turning and putting my hand on his chest, preventing him from walking forwards. Me and my cousin begin to bullshit him to stop him from going where he is going. We succeed and he returns to the table.

I see some stairs and i wander where they go, so i thank daniel and walk up them to take a look around.
A waiter greets me at the top of the stairs, he notices im looking at some wooden double doors, they are slightly ajar and i'm trying to see whats beyond them. "Past the doors is a room where rich elderly gentlemen gamble away their money" I ask if its ok for me to go through, he nods.
I climb up the last few steps and walk towards the doors, open them and wander through. I walk past a few tables, there are loads of older men playing poker and roulette etc. I walk around a corner and to my right i see an old school friend hannah, she is wearing a green/blue dress & looks really nice. Shes dyed her hair red (always a bonus with me) "OMG hannah!" i shout, she turns, shouts my name back and rushes over.

She tells me she found some random cash on an empty table earlier and we should go see it is still there, when we get there she says we could gamble away the money, im all for it since i never gamble and ive had a weird night. She suddenly decides to tell me its her birthday, i feel a lil awkward that i didnt know. I wish her happy birthday.
She leads me to a room full of people and explains that this is her family and they're going to give her, her birthday money. She walks through a door and there is a huge table with loads of people around it, they all have envelopes which i assume is a card with money inside. I stay outside the room as i figure its more of a family thing and wait till she returns. She comes back really happy and tells me that she has £4,000 "£4k !? WTF thats insane!!!" i tell her.
She just laughs and then walks off.

I decide to go downstairs again and as soon as i get to the place i was stalling my dad earlier, i bump into a friend, ricky. "YES ricky, what you sayin?" i say, he looks up and laughs "Safe ben, whats gwanin?" i laugh this time then walk up to him. I remember about the money and whisper in his ear "theres some random cash lying around upstairs and bare poker tables" he looks at me "im in" he says.

We go upstairs but the money is gone, i apologise to ricky & he says its cool. We start to walk around, we see two guys playing chess & sit down with them, offering them advise. i tell one of them to move their knight to a certain place and its checkmate! The other guy argues until he realises hes lost. We all laugh and me and ricky move on.

We see about 4 old guys playing blackjack and ask if we can sit down with them, they all nod so we sit down.
I notice two black guys just sitting further away and not really talking to anybody, they look bored. One is older & clearly hotel staff, the other is just a kid. I say hello to them & they seemed shocked. the older man asks what he can do for me & i tell him "well id like to see you both smiling so are you gonna sit down and play blackjack with us or what?" Again they seem shocked, they're looking at me like they think im crazy. "come on, sit down, have some fun.... For me?" They look at each other and the older one chuckles, "thanks" he says. They move over and sit down. I ask the kid if he wants to play, he just keeps saying "oh no i couldn't" But the older guy says "no do it, id like to see you play".
The kid joins in on the game and we are enjoying some friendly banter. The older guy tells me that people in this hotel are pretty racist still and hes basically a slave. I am disgusted. "is there nothing i can do?" i ask him. he just looks at me solemnly and says "no".
"then i think ill be coming to this place a lot more to see you guys, sounds like you could both use a drink, they're on me" i wink at the kid and they both laugh.

The older guy gets called over by a really miserable looking woman, when he leaves the table the dream follows him in 3rd person. He begins to clean some stone steps, he is crouched at the top with a wooden bucket and soapy water, with a sponge cleaning away and minding his own business. The woman walks over and says he should of been doing this instead of playing around with me all night and starts to beat him, he cowers while she punches him a couple of times then gets up. He hits her once and knocks her to the floor. She gets out a knife and lunges at him, he grabs her wrist and throws her down the stairs. When i see this happen, i can't help but feel really satisfied.

Then i wake up