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No-Alarm WBTB. To bed 22:00, est sleep around 22:40, 1 WBTB at 2:30.

Dream 1:
I was in my old school in this dream. It was the second building with a few modifications. The plexiglass roof that shielded the exit of the garage now stretched across the outside lawn entirely. I stood on this roof, working as a cleaner for the school. My mom was also working as a cleaner atop this roof. Below us, two kids were talking with my mom. She gave one of the kids the sage advice of either going all in on doing LSD or quitting and learning how to backflip without it. I was coming down now, and the younger kid proudly told me she could read sheet music, (IWL, she can't). I asked her to demonstrate, finding a notebook with sheet music in my hand. I looked at the sheet music myself, and thought it weird. It wasn't like any of the notes I had seen. I reasoned that it was probably just too advanced for me, and moved on with the dream.

Once down from the glass, I made my way up a long flight of stairs holding a cup that refused to be stable. I tried my best to steady my hand, but it overspilled regardless. Thankfully, the janitor was upstairs, so I asked her for a mop or rag to clean the mess. She obliges and that scene escapes me.

I'm once again in the stairwell, and talking with friends. I find myself shirtless, and one of my friends says they'd want to be shirtless too but they're too anxious for it. I try to convince them that they shouldn't worry about it, and they need more confidence generally in their life. That's the last thing I recall before waking up.

Dream 2 (recalled upon my true waking):
I was playing Minecraft and happened upon an abandoned village. I wanted to reset but someone in my ear told me this might still be playable if they have hay. They did not, infact the only food they had was a bucket of cake. I remark that a speedrunner can't survive off one cake, however I could make use of a bucket.

The dream then changes into me at a real supermarket staring at a real bucket. I don't take note of this. My mission at the supermarket, it seems to me, is to steal this item in the third aisle. However, there is a manager hawking that area. I quickly find out this manager moves like a video game character, so through some tricky movement, I clip them on a wall and hurry out of the establishment, going right across the street to a bike dealership.

I do try to steal a bike first. But two well-dressed persons sitting behind a podium advise against it. I then went up to ask them if I could have it for free, but they didn't speak English. Suddenly, a woman walks in behind me, and translates my wish for me. Upon her speaking, I recognize the language as Spanish and try to speak Portuguese to the male dealer. He looks disgusted at my mere attempt. When I finally get the bike, he leaves me with the pearl "Before you speak, think about the full sentence. It'll take 5 seconds at most as opposed to your 15 second stumbling." I promptly leave and thank the woman.

I had a dream last night which made me a little confused. I don't remember everything, but I do remember this fragment. For context, I go to an art academy, and there's a person in that class I don't like. Nothing against them, they're just not my type of person. I am neurodivergent, and VERY sensitive to specific sounds. Loud people can be literally painful for me sometimes; and the person I don't like is extremely eccentric and loud. VERY loud. They talk non-stop, and pisses off everyone because they keep disrupting our classes. They're also kinda mean and arrogant. Let's call them M.

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THE DREAM:
I'm at some restaurant with my close friends and the people from art academy. M and their friend group is in the same room of course.
M is being all loud and over-the-top, which pissed me off. I keep staring at them, thinking to myself how annoying and disrespectful M is. Meanwhile, one of his friends notices I'm staring and starts staring back at me. I quickly look away and pretend nothing happened. I turn to my friend, who was next to me the whole time, and ask them to come to the bathroom with me.
We go to what's supposed to be the bathroom, which is actually just a tiny room with yellow walls, a big round mirror with a little sink under it, and a small wooden chair in front of the sink.
My friend sits down on the chair, and for some reason, I start doing her hair. While doing her hair, I vent to her about how M is bothering me. While talking to my friend, I hear M's friend's voice behind me ask: "Why do you hate M?". I turn around and stare at them for a few seconds, as I was startled. But the thing is, I don't hate M; I just don't like them. So I ask them what they mean, and tell them that I don't know what they're talking about. They give me this intense deathstare, and ask me again with a pretty monotonous voice: "Why do you hate M?", and then out of nowhere, they pull M next to them. I'm even more surprised, so it takes me again a little time to answer. I answer "I don't hate M, I don't know where you've gotten that from!". The friend tells me to prove that I don't hate M. I stay frozen for a while, trying to think of something. Then, awkwardly, I give M a hug. I was very uncomfortable, and hated it. But M seemed happy about it, which made it even worse for me. But the friend seemed content with my choice; they just nodded, and then both them and M left. I was left very confused by the interaction, just staring off into the wall thinking: "What the hell just happened?".

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Yeah, I wouldn't call this a nightmare but it was a VERY uncomfortable and awkward dream. Very unpleasant. I hope this won't ever happen in the waking world lol. I'm never afraid of confrontation as I'm very confronting myself, but this was just terrible.

Notes
Sleep Quality: ok
Wake Times: 3-5AM?, 7-9AM?
Before Bed Activities: Meditation

These dream fragments occurred the second time I fell asleep.

The first fragment I remember Is going in a shed or something, I was searching on this dusty counter with a bit of garbage, and found a Nintendo DS cartridge for Super Mario Maker, I was happy, and picked it up.

The second fragment, I walked past my father, I think I went in a hall. I was thinking about what I'd do when I was next lucid dreaming. I remember thinking that I'd fly, or pee, or pee while flying. I Went into the bathroom, which had a toilet, next to a really worn down drawer. I climbed on the toilet and squatted like a monkey, while I looked through the drawer. The cloth or plastic or whatever in the bottom of the drawer was peeling , so I threw it on the floor. Underneath it were a couple brown rodent turd like objects, and a really long DS card that looked like Final Fantasy. I was happy even though it was too long for my system because It was a 'sound card'. Then because I'm on the toilet I start peeing, which results in me waking up to myself peeing.

This dream was in the middle of the night and I should have gotten up and written everything I remembered in my journal. But I would have had to turn on the light to see what I was writing and I just went back to sleep. I should do better.

But I remember this: I was competing in some kind of obstacle course and there was a puzzle aspect like identifying objects along the way that had a theme to them. My course had a semi-deep rectangular hole to run through, a seat to jump over, and a tool to grab and carry with me. I figured out that three were the theme in that they rhymed. Trench, Bench, Wrench. I felt so smug in that no one else would figure it out, mostly because 'trench' was a little-used word and no one else would think to call the hole a trench, they'd just say hole or something similar.

I own a pair of wireless earbuds; they're black. In the dream snippet I was in my room with two of the black pairs plus a pair in white. My earbuds have L and R on them despite being the same shape and looking neutral. But in the dream I was thinking that if I couldn't match the correct case they'd either not charge or even break. Not an issue for the white pair in a white case, but the black ones? And it didn't help that I had one extra black earbud marked not L or R, but 73A. So five black earbuds. Well as long as I was confused I decided to try and charge both L's and listen with them and do the same with both R's, just to see if they'd sync to each other. I guess I was willing to risk breaking them all? And then figure out what the 73A one did. There was someone I didn't know with me who was going to help me with this, but I woke up.

03/21: The Price Is Right is back in dreams again, this time in animated form, in to the style of PBS (Public Broadcasting Service)-style shows for kids such as Arthur (R.I.P.) and WordGirl, and like the dream on December 4th, it's Showcase time again, but in a classroom-like setting. This time, there is a "category" that tells the four remaining students things about a Showcase they're trying to bid on.

The dream, like one of the Wayne's World films, shows all the possible endings, and one of them it decides to show is when one of the students overbids on their Showcase, gets booed, and has these red "down" marker like objects thrown at them. There was also another possible ending where all the students overbid on their Showcase, gets booed, and has the same thing that happened to one student, happen to all of them.

However, there was one student who feared this monster that would be out to get him if he lost, kind of like me when I was younger -- well, my elementary and middle school days, but I never really explained it to anyone. I forget his/her/its name, but it resembled like a typical villain from an anime, as they're usually blond-haired, and this one was no different. I'm guessing this one was male, dressed like a "scene" kid (possibly skater/emo mix) revealed in dark shadows.

Watching the events play out on TV in my room, I ask in disbelief, "What is Weston Gardner doing on a kids' show?", and the dream ends at 6-ish in the morning before any of the students on the show in the dream reacted to it. (also, that wasn't the "monster" the student feared.) (Personally, I think the mysterious character the dream showed looked like a mix between him and professional wrestler Jeff Hardy -- minus the hair dye.)

(Fun Fact: Weston was actually a contestant on The Price Is Right 12 years ago in Season 39 (2010-11), show #5263K -- aired out of order on October 13th, 2010, actually airing on September 22, 2010 in an afternoon showing, in the place of the long-running soap opera As The World Turns, which ended after the 2009-10 season in the U.S. on CBS. He won two prizes in the Drew Carey-created pricing game Rat Race (a late-Season 38 debutante) totaling $3,614, and later went on to win his Showcase, accumulating $28,638 in cash and prizes, including an extra $1,000 in his Showcase Showdown -- that's where they spin the big Wheel to see who qualifies for the final round of the show, simply named "The Showcase", and the three contestants that got up on stage to play a pricing game try to get as close as they can to $1.00 -- without going over. He passed the first Showcase, which included a boat, to his opponent, and she overbid. Oh, and the show re-aired two days after Christmas 2010 on December 27th.)

I had a heck of a bad day yesterday (mentally having to play the protagonist and antagonist at the same time in the morning), and it was stressful. I just have to learn not to take game shows and their results way too seriously, which I had been doing since my teenage years, and quite frankly, I think it was anxiety and depression-inducing. I just have to find a better way to manage mental health and anxiety. -WM86

01/16: I believe the dream this time was a continuation from the "teenage girl trying to be Hayley Williams of Paramore" dream from three days earlier on the 13th.

However, this time, I found myself in the living room of a beautiful house with a beautiful view of the neighborhood underneath a sunny/partly cloudy day a flat-screen HDTV with something recorded via a digital video recorder, or DVR, for short. On the TV screen playing through the DVR I see what appears to be a professional wrestling ring with red ropes, and a wrestler with seemingly strange attire taunting the crowd and holding in one of their hands what appears to resemble a championship belt, probably belonging to World Wrestling Entertainment, or WWE, for short; the champion dressed eerily similar to 1-time WWE Champion Jeff Hardy back in the days of the revered Attitude (1997-2002) Era, but all I could see was a flash of dyed blood red hair, but the person wearing his in-ring attire (oversized colored short-sleeved shirt, baggy pants, wristbands made from women's pantyhose, etc.) from 1998-99 (during the "New Brood" days) to at least 2002 was smaller than he is (he's 6'1"), and more than likely female.

The rest of the dream made no sense, as a fake program on Netflix was shown with a cast of teenagers in what appeared to be an action-packed series in another room in the house, the setting still being daytime.

I am no stranger to Jeff Hardy-like characters in dreams that dress unusually, as I've had dreams like that since 2001 (age 15), and the last one I had was twelve years ago back in 2009 (age 23).

I am also no stranger to dreams taking place inside houses, as I remember having one as early as 1995 where I heard these electronic toy sounds, and then I walked into a room and saw what appeared to be a toy rabbit chomping on a floor, Pac-Man-style. When I went to tell my mom about it before going to school, she hilariously made a reference to Sonic the Hedgehog 3 (& Knuckles)'s Special Stages where you had to collect all the blue spheres to get a Chaos Emerald. I remember another one from early 2004 where the TV was on, probably on MTV as a music video was playing as well.

If this was trying to show me an idea for YA/teen lit, I understand. Once again, I don't mind having these dreams.

-WM86/DFW

A bizarre fragment:
Seemingly, an anime-styled woman asks me something which I don't remember. I also don't remember anything else from this dream.

Dori, what are you doing?
I am standing in the living room. The TV is on, but I don't remember what it showed, but I think I see two people, close to each other. Likely an event in a series. Dori, my cat, plays around with an object in the doorway to the living room, which I remember as disc-shaped and Ronja, her sister, is sitting on a towel on the living room table. For some reason, Dori doesn't react to what I want her to do and I am despairing, I think I remember even almost crying.

I was using my Wacom tablet and I was drawing one of my characters called Benn (He's basically an old-western bounty hunter) on Manga Studio 5. The screen was zoomed in on the ends of his pants, which are torn, and it looked like I was 80% done.

Then the dream ended. Though it does seem like that was only one part of the dream, not the whole thing. So, there's that.

I don't remember much. I let my dreams slip away, but what stayed with
me was I was in the back seat of a van and Jenny is in the middle seat. My parents
are in the front seat and I wanted to ask them to let me and Jenny switch seats because I'm tall but I sensed hostility from Jenny. Then my dad said that we are
going to pull over for a food break. I think we are driving to a party. I wake up and
then fall back into the same dream, I am in the same van but I don't become lucid.
Since the van is the only symbol I remember, and what you manage to remember is usually the most important part of the dream, I'll focus on that.

I am in a house I've never been in. I just assume it's my real house.
There is a fire and we all run out. Fire men don't come, it's just us. I run back in to get my journals. I come out and "Susan" is there. I run back in to get all of
my leotards and I run out. I want to go back in to get my computer
because it has my novels on it but I see the flames coming towards the front
of the house (I live in an apartment/town house so I know it's not my real house now) and that the flames would stop me from exiting this time. Going into a burning building isn't making me gasp for breath so I should have become lucid, but I didn't. I stood outside with my journals and my leotards next to Michael or Gabriel looking like Susan and my siblings. We wait for the fire to stop, we don't call anyone. Then the house is back how it was, as if it was untouched, and we all go back in. I forgot this dream and remembered it when I was watching supergirl seeing a burning building.

Sometime in the past two weeks I dreamt I was going out onto my deck. All of the decks were connected; there were no railings. Our neighbors were outside grilling burgers on the left side of the deck outside of their house. We're about to start to talk and then the dream changed. I remembered this one when I went out on the deck and saw that the decks weren't conjoined like in the dream.

Dream character Amy reappeared and reminded me of the ice-cream we ate together.
I told her that it had been a dream, thinking the dream of Amy was real.
She said, "No, it was real." And I believed her. This is a fragment of a larger dream.
Wondering if Amy will be a dream guide sent from God. Looking forward to being in a lucid dream with Amy to see what part of my psyche and my spiritual life she represents.
Since she was eating ice-cream with me I sense it means that God wants me to share His joy with other people, and that the eating of the ice-cream was platonic and not sexual at all.

I thought I was in Europe...Italy. I was in a house during a party eating good healthy organic food. Then we were all in my house eating food in my dad's refrigerator (this was a false wake up). Then I saw a purse that wasn't mine in my room. Then I was in a different house and a guy tried to rape me and I defended myself. I kicked him and grabbed his feet and pulled him down. Then I smoked weed with a peaceful guy. He showed me how to take a hit without burning my thumb.

I really thought this was real, more than usual. The guy tried to rape me again and this time I let him, and later thought he had HIV. Later at night I saw huge rocks in my house. I don't remember but one was silvery and purple and translucent. There were some medium sized ones and some small ones. Demons made me put a lot of them in my mouth. I took them out of my mouth but swallowed a few. Again, I thought it was real and God was taking the rocks back.

In another version of my series of rock dreams I was in a store and saw a huge purple amethyst. I wanted it but it cost about 2,000 dollars. If I'm right, it represents 2,000 years, that I am older than 2,000 years and that years = money.

Dreaming about special rocks = being a precious gem of God. That I will find my gifts from God. Also smoking weed in a dream after a long time of not doing it in real life for a long time was very reassuring. I know once I smoked DMT with a girl in a dream.

There were other dreams of rocks. The main difference was the rocks were different. Different sizes and colors. I wanted to keep them but I woke up and they were gone.

11/3: After a few scenes that didn't make any sense, like four months ago showing my grandma's house before she passed away nine months ago, everything picks up after a dentist's appointment (I don't really have one until three weeks later).

I am walking with a character down a hallway that looks like a cross between a backstage area from WWE Monday Night RAW, SmackDown! Live or Impact Wrestling and the hallway from a backdoor leading to an office, locker rooms and the backdoor of the gymnasium at Southeast Raleigh Magnet High--which, like certain young-adult fiction projects I've written--had arcade machines. The person I walk down the hall with is possibly Ashton Hobbs from Contestant 25, a young-adult fiction book series I'm currently working on and has taken me over 20 years -- September 1995 to be exact (I was 9 at the time) -- to get perfect.

The next scene makes no sense, and was like a scene from a typical TV sitcom or movie after a school bully/main antagonist has done enough damage. I then see a locker room where a possible student is coughing, stuffed in a locker. The character and I then exit the school where this redhead teen and what appears to be his parent or his mentor were parked in line one spot ahead of us smiling and waving at me before my alarm clock buzzes at 6:45 this morning. I, however, do remember an OC ReMix playing - a remix of the opening from the 1989 Commodore Amiga game Shadow of the Beast - one of the first OC ReMixes on the site since the site's introduction in 1999.

I wonder if I had gotten this dream last night after viewing the Wikipedia articles of Ross Powers and Kelly Slater on Wednesday on my Surface tablet that led to the image of the redhead teen at the end of the dream. However, if I view the Wikipedia article of James Lafferty, nothing happens dream-wise. I've also had some pretty strong dreams two months ago before my doctor's appointment and the finals of the U.S. Open, too, but it's probably too late.

I think this dream was trying to tell me to watch what I write sometimes, although I have never in my 21-year writing career (yes, again, 1995) written about bullies doing these horrible, unspeakable things like what was demonstrated in my dream last night.

I had a dream of a sexual nature. It's reoccurring but the people are usually different. It's like just talking to people & because I have sexual energy or something I feel the need for a release but I'm always trying to get away from these normal conversations to do this but I didn't succeed. I'm not going to more graphical than that. Memorable/Reoccurring