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Horror:
I'm intimate with a woman with long curly black hair.
...
I false awake into my bed and see the bedroom door slowly creek open.
A little girl who looks straight out of a horror movie quietly slides into the room.
She approaches the bed. Her mouth isn't moving but I hear crying.
My girlfriend wakes me up. The crying I heard was my mouth making noise through sleep paralysis.

North Korea:
I’m driving with my brother on an expressway.
I miss a turn and he starts to berate me.
I get upset and leave the car.
I'm in a sort of parking structure.
I have some basketball gear and am now looking for somewhere to change into my shorts.
I see a security woman and she approaches me.
She tells me I shouldn't be here, but I communicate that I'm looking for the Basketball room.
She begrudgingly lets me go, and directs me to an elevator off to the left. It’s a big furniture-moving elevator.
I get in the elevator, and notice there are a bunch of Asian-looking teens.
When the elevator gets to the bottom, off to the side, there is an exit for a “breast reduction center”.
The main entrance up ahead though, is into a hotel with red carpeting. It seems like a lobby.
The teens are speaking another language and are interested in me, getting all up in my face to the point where I am worried for my safety.
I realize that I am in North Korea.
We exit the elevator together, and I start trying to communicate.
I bounce the basketball, hoping that we could play a game and maybe form a bond of sorts.
The ball bounces far too high (but I accept this).
The teens seem friendly. I go to grab my phone and try to find a translator, but all I can find is text to text translation.


North Korea is Best Korea.

23.11.2013 2/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Estávamos em casa eu a a Ju, embora a casa fosse diferente.
O Sr. João me entregava um presente. Um relógio, ou quase isso, do pokémon.
Lembro de mexer nesse relógio e descobrir que ele funcionava também como poké-agenda.
Eu mexia e via que haviam 32 pokémons para consultar, sendo o último o Tentacool.
Eu procutava mais pokémons mas parece que faltava atualizar o sistema, mas não conseguia fazê-lo.

Fragment: System Overwrite Would be a Lie

Something was wrong on system, and someone else suggested to overwrite it all with different version, but I objected because that would be a lie.

Over the Top Gift for Stranger

A woman whom we do not know in waking life, who in the dream was a neighbor of someone we know, in this dream this woman was retirement age and she had a granddaughter, but I did not see the granddaughter.

The dream starts with the woman picking up a brown paper bag contents unknown which I had set out for her in my front yard which was different than waking life. I saw her, and said something like, you must be so and so, nice to meet you.

Somewhere in this dream, the woman lent my sons something of her granddaughter's. So to repay the favor I bought for the granddaughter an electronic gaming device with one game and a Halloween costume (I think it was an Iron Man costume, anyway a superhero one, mostly something a boy would be more likely to like). My husband saw me buy all this, and he said it was over the top, but out of some reason the part he objected to was the costume not the electronic device. He thought the costume should be for our son instead, but I objected that he wants to be Peter Pan for Halloween, not Iron Man.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A TV interview show, like Oprah, with two people on the stage. One of the people was a black-Latino man. The other may have been a black man. They both sat in swivel chairs on a smallish, slightly raised, circular platform. The black-Latino man sat on the left.

The black-Latino man had been diagnosed with HIV about twenty years ago. But he was still really healthy. In fact, I thought, he may have been even healthier than the other man on stage, who didn't have HIV.

Dream #2

I was in an office, sitting at a cubicle. I was kind of slouched back in my chair, maybe with a knee pressing against the edge of my desk. I could see the CPU for my computer on the desk. It was taller and wider than usual, and pale grey.

Somebody, possibly a pretty woman who was my boss, tossed a cardboard box on my desk. I opened it. Inside was some kind of pale grey device that looked like an electric label maker. It was long and narrow, with a keypad of yellow, red, and green buttons. It had some sort of rolling tape or paper dispenser coming out the top. I knew or learned, somehow, that this was a new device from Apple.

I knew that this device probably wasn't mine. But I figured I'd hook it up to my computer and use it anyway. I didn't even know what the device did.

I found some wires in the box. I then learned the instructions for the device -- somehow -- I didn't read any instructions or look at any papers or anything. I knew that the device sednt messages to the office printer. The printer then printed these messages out.

The device had to be connected by wires to the printer through a long, complicated process. I thought the process was too long. I didn't want the device anymore. I put it back in the box.

My boss, the pretty woman, sat down in the cubicle behind me. I realized the device had been meant for her. I said, relaxedly, as if it were true, "I was just looking at this new device you got. I was trying to see if I could hook it up to your computer for you, so you don't have to. I think I can do it."

There was now a view of Bill Gates, or somebody who looked like him, except, possibly, with no glasses and skinnier eyes. Bill Gates was surrounded by a group of people in a space that looked kind of like an office, a kitchen, and some kind of science lab, near a window on some high up floor of a skyscraper.

Bill Gates was talking as if he were the head of Apple. He was saying that he hadn't actually made a really big deal regarding some kind of copyright or patent dispute over one of his products. He didn't actually care too much about it.

Bill Gates now lifted up a device. It was like a water-pitcher. But it was as big as a CPU column, and it was shaped like the Apple logo. It had a grey-tan outline, and a body of clear, smoky-grey plastic. Gates was pouring out glasses of water for everybody.

But I was trying to get a better view of this device (as if I were watching onTV). The device, I knew, was some kind of computer device. It had some kind of mechanism at its mouth, where the water poured out. I just couldn't see what it was.

I was now standing before a desk, at which sat a guy I know from a Starbucks I go to. The guy was apparently trying to sell me works of art. The guy was flipping through the pages of a book. I had probably seen the paintings I had wanted already, as if I had already looked through the book. But the guy was flipping through the pages so quickly that I wasn't sure if we'd gotten to or passed the pictures of the paintings.

Finally I told the guy something about how I'd look for the pictures more carefully -- probably just by looking through the book myself. The guy kind of acted annoyed. He started talking with a friend of his. I got worried that the guy was getting bored with me. I wondered if I was being too specific with the pictures I wanted. I thought maybe I should just take one that I thought looked kind of like the ones I wanted.

But I also really liked the pictures, and I thought my choice would also be interesting and impressive to the guy as well. I remembered one picture, black and white, of a Millet-like painting of two people standing out on the field. I kept searching for this painting, but I couldn't find it.

But I found the second painting I was looking for. This was of a big shrub on a field of clumpy grass, possibly with a little cabin in the distance. The photo of this painting was also in black and white.

I was apparently going to buy the photos, and not the paintings themselves. Also -- possibly -- the photos I'd buy would also be the pages from this book -- like the guy would cut the pages out of this book and sell them to me.