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3rd person, Rumpelstiltskin visiting Belle in a dream, he's smiling and she's saying, "I know you, don't I?" She doesn't remember him, and when she wakes up from these dreams she usually doesn't remember dreaming them; even when she does, she believes he's just an imaginary character in her dream.

She wakes up, and for him that dream had been like taking a break; now it's back to business. He's creating a dream to send to someone else, a red-haired man; he creates it by narrating it out loud as he walks through the woods, following an image of Bae which is part of his own dream. Rumpelstiltskin can't enter the waking world himself right now, so he needs this man to act as a go-between for him; he doesn't bother meeting the man in his dreams directly, he just creates dreams in advance and leaves them behind as messages. Right now, Rumpelstiltskin's not happy with the go-between, he's screwed up one of the previous instructions, so he's making sure this dream will make him wake up crying. As he's narrating the dream and following Bae through the trees, I start hearing music, with the lyrics "After you forget."

I'm at work with some girl. We borrow a radio and a multimeter and do some work on wiring in a power box. At some point we start talking sweet, and lie down together. She has dark brown hair and eyes, Then some other girl lie between us and starts chatting about old songs. She has light hair and her appearance breaks the mood. I recall mentioning the song Mrs. Robinson, by Simon and Garfunkel.

I'm riding on a bus with a co-worker. We're looking at music on my players. I'm trying to find a specific song, but can't seem to remember if it's saved on my phone, ipod, or 3DS.

We get off at some store or something and I have to go clean a public bathroom there. While cleaning, this other guy is talking to my boss. He his telling an outlandish story, that my boss seems to believe.
Here i start to dream of the story, which involves the guy, who is wearing a lion suit, trying to catch a giant cat thats on some type of yacht or speedboat.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I'm walking in Lisbon and it's a gorgeous day and the city is full of tourists. I become lucid and think about what I'll do. Fly away? Keep going ahead? I'm attracted to a grey alley which leads to a dead end. Someone, whom I feel as familiar, but in reality can be anybody, points to a door behind me. I look.
"Yeah, so?"
"Look again."
Now the door is orange, fluffy and has some facial features. I'm incited to go through it and emerge on the other side. So, I'm like swallowed by the "mouth" of the door but I hesitate on coming out on the other side, so I get stuck in this intermediate area. I hear the voice of the other person telling me to rush up because the passage will close. And soon enough this place starts closing in around me and I only have time to break through a little opening between a wall in front of me and the ceiling above me. When I get out on the other side, the door behind me is the back cover of a comic book with the story of my childhood. I feel a deep sense of loss when I walk away from the door/cover and I start crying compulsively.
But, aware of the emotions, they dissipate and I move forward. I find myself at some kind of giant warehouse with blocks and alleys between them. Each block is like a shop with something on display, but has no doors, we have to climb some small stairs on the side, like the stairs of a bunk bed, to get to the their top. There are other persons staring at them like me and a nice guy points to one block decorated with Dragon Ball characters and suggests we go to that one and play to a Kamehameha fight. I find it childish and irresistible, so I accept. But when we climb on top of the block, it's totally different. There's some ambient music and rows of hangers with women clothes. Am I supposed to choose an outfit? The clothes are all very feminine, I try one outfit and feel very sexy. At that moment the music changes and I hear latin and belly dancing musics. I recall the dance classes I had many eyears ago and I dance a bit to see how I manage. I'm ok, but soon enough there's a perv making indecent proposals so I climb down from there. I see another block which resembles a Starbuck's coffee house. I meet there a gay couple who start talking to me and say they are music managers. They know I can sing and invite me to work with them. Yeah, that sounds good, but when they offer to pay me some food, I start saying "no milk, no meat, no wheat" and there's nothing on the menu that I can eat and they look at me as if I'm a weirdo and puf, there goes a future musical contract to the garbage.
Then I encounter a very "rough on the edges" block, made of solid wood and on it I meet some people I know from an alternative organization and they are working wood. They run a carpentry worskshop, they are currently recovering an old boat and as they show me what they do, I'm instantly seduced by it. "Woodwork, hum?" Never thought I'd consider this but... teach me! How zen my life would be...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fragment involving Ben Affleck and people complaining about a Fantastic Four movie.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

X-Men fragment involving Erik and Charles (as played by McKellan and Stewart) having an argument about something involving a young man, a mutant who lives with them; one of them leaves with the young man. Scene changes so that this is a movie I'm watching, I'm explaining to someone who just came in that this was the last time they saw each other for 9 years. On screen, it's now some kind of opening credits for the Avengers showing various backstories, some actual Avengers characters (Loki, Banner, "Hawkguy", deliberately misspelled - nothing for Iron Man though he shows up later for the fight sequence), mostly characters made up for the dream, one guy with a Buddhist hell motif, leading into a fight sequence in New York, complete with a very dramatic soundtrack featuring classical singers.

Scene changes, ditches the TV framing. Dream's now following a man in a suit who's standing on a New York street, looking up at the Avengers flying around fighting each other, when this woman says to him, "But do they care a touch for the wedding of the moor folk?" Moor here meaning the type of land, moor folk meaning faerie folk. They hold each other's gaze for a moment, she grins, he laughs, low and strange. She continues, "You weren't thinking, were you?" She's a red-haired woman with an Irish accent, wearing a veil, though the wedding she mentioned isn't hers, and looking very out of place on the streets of New York with a bunch of flying lunatics duking it out in the background.

(Woke up. Reflected that this was obviously inspired by a conversation yesterday, about the spin-off show starting today and how I still haven't gotten around to seeing the Avengers movie, and how that must have made me subconsciously remember the X-men movie that I also haven't gotten around to seeing - completely forgetting at the time about the Affleck dream which seems to have actually kickstarted this whole superhero thing. Although I haven't seen the latest Batman either, so I guess that still fits the theme. Anyway - decided to finally get around to watching that movie before the spin-off airs, went back to sleep, and making that decision seemed to do the trick, no more superhero dreams tonight.)

Fragment involving driving to the beach with IRL acquaintances and seeing Iolaus on the side of the road, looking out over a river.

False awakening - don't remember the actual waking up part, but I was in my IRL home talking about the previous dream scene as a dream, and went on to talk about skinny dipping and Xena (separate topics). Over-steeped the tea while I was talking and went to toss it out, outside.

Outside I'm on a city street, and the trash can I use is right in front of a bookshop. Looking over the books in the window display, I start thinking about idolizing people and forgetting that they're only human, and eventually seeing their flaws and feeling let down, although you're the one who put them on a pedestal in the first place. Thinking about viewing the work and the writer separately as a balancing act, being able to see a writer's flaws as a person and to love their stories without the one contradicting the other. And the flip side of that, thinking about the stress on people who are idolized.

As I walk back to my apartment, I pass a cafe where a writer I know (a DC, no resemblance to any IRL writers I'm aware of) is sitting at a table with two women young enough to be his daughters or granddaughters. I stop to talk, and I say to him something along the lines of, yeah, you're idolized and you're only human, but the way you use your young, impressionable groupies is seriously creepy. One of the women gets up and leaves. The other stays.

But when I'm back in my apartment (which no longer bears any resemblance to IRL) and making a fresh cup of tea, I turn around and find that the woman who'd stayed is now sitting in my kitchen. I offer her a cup, she says no. She tells me haltingly that she's thinking about getting a job to support herself - maybe working for a political campaign, maybe going back to college, getting a degree and working in publishing - instead of relying on her writing.

This LD was the second of two from the morning of 9/17/2013.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #148: Musical Travels

I have a false awakening early morning on a couch in a room that looks like a basement. Wife's sitting nearby. I'm unhappy to get up but there's something I need to be doing, so I follow her out into the hallway of an office building. Through the windows I see that it's still dark out. Some guy with glasses and a shaved head is dressed for work and waves toward the parking lot at someone I can't see. I wonder how he's in such a good mood so early.

Wife convinces me that there's something I need to look for in the bathroom, so I go to find it. I walk down a long corridor and take a right through a narrow hallway filled with people. As I'm pushing my way through the crowd I sort of knock this one guy to the ground. Rather than apologize, I hurry away, hoping he didn't see me do it. (Not nice at all, I know...)

Once inside the bathroom, I forget what I was looking for, so I wander out another door back into the hallway. There's a folksy country duet playing over unseen speakers, an older man and woman singing sweetly about the life and love they've shared. I think how cool it would be if dreams could produce music like this... and a wave of suspicion makes me hit the nose pinch RC and I'm lucid.

I continue down the hallway to a fat guy standing behind a small desk that's stacked with literature. One of his hands is resting on the papers and I grab onto it, trying to bring extra vividness into the scene. He looks horrified by this and when I think about it a bit more, I don't feel too great about it myself, either. "Sorry about that," I say, continuing down the hall. I think about what I intended to do with this dream and remember the Task of the Month about going into the girls' locker room.

I follow several twists and turns in the hallway, each one leaving the hallways narrower than the last, all the while expecting that the next turn will lead me to the girls' locker room. Finally, I step through a door at the end of the hallway into a room that looks like some kind of really nicely-furnished barracks or dormitory. A double stairway encircles an elegant fountain and leads up to a room that stretches far into the distance, either wall lined with beds. There's a huge number of DCs here, all female, many of them in the beds and some just walking around.

I try to verbally insist that this is a women's locker room rather than a big dormitory, but somehow I get the idea to sing my intent. As I do this, the whole thing turns into this huge musical number that both me and the women in the dormitory are singing at the same time. It was sort of 80s-sounding, but an original song. If I had to pick a song, it was probably closest to Bonnie Tyler's "I Need a Hero". The whole thing was pretty awesome.

Most of the DCs are dancing while all of this is going on, with a few of them even doing these fancy handsprings over the beds. I can't remember many of the lines, but one of them was definitely something like

"It's the girls' locker room,
Where the lockers have bras and socks and stuff!"

I know that this isn't the locker room and as cool as this musical performance is, I still want to try to pull off a task. There's a cinderblock wall behind me, and I phase through it, winding up in the void. I rub my hands together then try to feel my way forward. There's someone else here with me in this void, a female presence. Rather than speaking, she begins to softly sing. Her voice is beautiful and echoes everywhere around me. She says something like, "I can only take this journey with you if you <something something...??>" (What was it? Wish I could remember this!)

In a moment I feel my body settling onto some soft dirt. I'm laying on my back and the singer, a woman in her mid-to-late twenties is also lying in the dirt a few feet away. Her ethnicity is difficult to guess but I feel like she might be some combination of Asian and Hispanic. We're in some kind of construction site near an unfinished building. To her right, maybe twenty feet away is a chain-link fence. Past that I see a spotlight glaring at us and lighting the area where we've landed. She starts to get to her feet and as I follow her lead, the dream ends.

1. Rane throwing longer than usual and burgundy-colored packets of taco sauce at me. We were in a car? A girl from outside was throwing me some (maybe the right kind? I like Mild orange packets).

2. I’m looking at a collection of coins. There were Supernatural ones with Dean, Sam and Castiel on them. One coin was worth ‘122’. I wondered what guys thought of these coins.

3. False awakening where I go downstairs and see mom on the couch. I’m confused about what time it is and look at the clock, which says something like 10:59. I realize that it’s still nighttime and go back to bed.

4.
~Outside, a woman with short, cropped brown hair is between two arguing men. A third one comes along and pulls her off, and puts her in the trunk of a car. The first guy muses that she was ‘asked, not told’ to leave with him (so maybe it was willingly). I think maybe the kidnapper was her husband? A nearby woman hears her and sneaks in the back. She had shoulder-length wavy brown hair. She talks quietly to someone on a phone(?) about what’s happening, almost in an I’m-a-cop way.

~In a hospital, a woman with dark hair in a ponytail is talking to the lady from the trunk.

~The name ‘Jim’ on a cart and something about two dogs. An African-American nurse lies about knowing him. She had marked on his chart ‘-50’. (I feel like he must have been the kidnapper,)

~A song plays in my head like in a medical show drama. I recall the lyrics ‘you’re not something dying’. It sounded like the band ‘The Fray’. Actually the way the lyrics were sung reminds me of Our Lady Peace’s lyrics from the title ‘I’m Not Made of Steel’,

Notes: Ugh my dreams were so confusing last night, and I know I woke up multiple times. I think I need to focus on getting proper sleep for a bit instead of waking up during the night to type up dreams. Also, I can’t remember if I had an FA before, but wow, that was weird. It wasn’t very vivid though.

I'm at a shrine at the top of a hill, and this girl's just shoved me down onto the ground, so I'm lying on my back looking up at her as she's spraying this canister of salt into the air between me and the shrine gate.

There's these groups of vampires, many different factions, and I've joined up with this one - on the one hand, I'm a little annoyed at myself for not checking out all the others first and just going with the first ones I found, but on the other hand, I'm certain this is the group I would've picked anyway. But there are so many rules I keep breaking, mostly because I don't know what they are - at one point I found a list in my contract, but having a copy of my contract is also against the rules. (Although I understood the contract, the text wasn't written in a real language and seemed like it had too many consonants.) Outside, under a bridge made of bones, I met a little girl looking like something out of Alice in Wonderland, who seems much more at home here than I am.

The word "Vendetta" being sung.

09/16/13

I am in line at an auditorium. I am waiting to see a Disturbed concert. I get my tickets, I am amazed how cheap they are… which is good since I realize I don't have much money. It is a small show, not a huge auditorium. There are seats around the stage. Most of Disturbed is already on the stage, and there are people standing around the stage. I am surprised at how few people there are. I have the idea it is a concert that hasn't been well publicized, only specific fans would have been able to find out about it. I make my way to the front of the room, right by the stage. I know the music here will be loud and I look forward to it. The band members are taking their places, but David Draiman is missing. The person in the lead singer position is Alex Mercer off of Prototype.

I ponder that only briefly, wondering if that means David Draiman is out sick today. I think that is a bummer that he is not there, as I have no idea what Alex Mercer will sound like singing… Well, I'm already here for now. Someone in the crowd apparently shares my concern and decides to express themselves by throwing what looks like a can of beer at Alex. Alex uses a whipfist to reach out and grab the guy, who, by the smell of him, promptly shits his pants before getting thrown to the back of the room. I hear one of the other band members laughing and saying he loves it when some idiot does that. Another one says he doesn't… he got stuck cleaning up the mess last time. No mess this time except in the idiot's pants, I see, as he quickly leaves the auditorium. The band starts playing. The song is Devour, which is one of my favorite Disturbed songs. There was no need to worry about the sound… somehow Alex sounds exactly like David Draiman. As they are singing the song it looks like Alex is staring directly at me. I do not realize it is a dream, so the idea of Alex Mercer staring at me and singing, "I will devour you…" isn't particularly reassuring. But I guess it doesn't bother me enough to make me leave. I continue listening to the song until it's over, and then they start playing The Curse. Before it gets very far I wake up.

I fell asleep after 2 AM.

One dream:

> I saw XTC - Andy Partridge, Colin Moulding, David Gregory and Terry Chambers - Play "Towers of London" In front of me. First they shot a video outside by a river of them miming playing it, Then they shot video or audio inside while playing it. However, It sounded different and more like friend Mark's playing of the Mrs. Robinson song. I caused the video to be a little shaky when I moved the cameras (They were mounted on a moving log or the band was). I thought of this as I moved along a river.

> Les Claypool came to mind for some reason along with a well in a corner in a house where (In waking life as of 9-13-2013) a computer was. A manual water hand-pump was there. I also did something and woke up.

Fragment: "So the little girl had a last (something) request."

Buffy setting. Angel has a son (not Connor), and someone is threatening to turn that son into a vampire. The vampire's trying to convince Angel that this would be a good thing - not trying too hard, he intends to do this for Angel's own good whether Angel wants it or not - and Angel's trying to show him why it's a bad idea. He calls out a kid vampire he'd made himself, Angel's holding him by the shoulders and the kid says he died when he was 8, looks older but not by much, and then says "I'm good with math, but facial recognition..." The point is that the brain stops developing before its time.

There were some earlier fragments in that same setting - talking about once-in-a-lifetime perfect happiness vs. just plain everyday happiness, and watching Buffy walking down a sidewalk past a brick wall.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Reading about Josephine Baker, a sister who'd died and a mother she'd admired.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Forever Knight setting. As Nicolas, I'm with some humans in a public place, in a hurry, when just for a moment I spot LaCroix and Janette in the crowd with someone else, a woman either I or Janette turned relatively recently, within the past century or so - I desperately want to be with them. I'd been cut off from them. I can't just abandon my humans here, but I have to at least get a message to them. I make my excuses and head back to where I saw them. (I'd seen them dressed as they did in the 1940s - symbolic for happier times together. Also a connection to a kid vampire, so this dream was probably partially inspired by the Angel one.)

In a hallway. LaCroix was here a moment ago, sitting in a chair at the end of the hall, and I'm looking at a telegram that was on the table next to him. I wonder if that bit about text in dreams changing when you look away is true. I focus on an 8; I look again, and it's a 58; then 8 again, then a Cyrillic н. I guess it's true. (As I was expecting it to change, this seems a bit pointless.) I then resume looking for LaCroix.

I'm riding in a truck with a man who spots a pair of coyotes and stops the truck to shoot them. I knock the gun off target.

With that same man, I'm standing over a pair of bucks who are lying on the ground with several arrows in their sides, suffering because I knocked the killing shot off course.

I'm with someone else, a guy from the city, and watching that man pull into his driveway with the body of a horse in the back of his truck. We're standing in front of his neighbor's house, a chubby, long-haired, middle-aged hippie who is burning something that looks like a sphere of hay the size of a beach ball. The fire spreads to the ground, and then to his neighbor's yard, burning in strange geometric shapes, circles and lines. I start clapping, seeing that man's property on fire. The hippie tells me about a protest he's about to go to, a bunch of people are going to jump off a clocktower, do we want to come? The guy standing with me isn't interested, but I'm up for it.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A man and a woman with accordions warming up for a show in front of a mirror, the man comments on how beautiful the red of his accordion is.

I'm playing a piano duet with that man, and while his part is beautiful to listen to, my part has so little to do that I lose track of where we are and come in late, I play slow and haltingly. I wonder why he doesn't just play the whole piece himself, he could easily play my part with his left hand.

A machete being given to someone as a gift.

My IRL sister S. calls me and describes a place she stopped at as "a Twin Peaks diner." The use of Twin Peaks as an adjective makes no sense to me - what, do they have great pie with a side of prophetic dreams?

Twin Peaks setting, 3rd person, as a disembodied observer I'm looking at the trees along a mountain road, bare of leaves, small and spindly trees, so close together that none of them really had a chance to grow. A jeep comes down the road, driven by the sheriff, with Cooper in the passenger seat. Cooper's talking about how cold it's gotten, and he's pleasantly nervous about his date tonight.

There's an accident of some kind, an earthquake or a landslide, and the jeep gets stuck; the sheriff gets out of the jeep to walk along a footpath into the mountains. Cooper wants to take care of something in the jeep before he follows, something to calm him down before his date. The landslide or whatever it was that trapped the jeep has opened up a second path next to the usual footpath, and as a disembodied observer I think 'You are obviously being invited on a personal quest. Take it.' The sheriff doesn't take it. However, the usual path crumbles beneath his feet, and he lands on the second path anyway. At the moment the footpath crumbles beneath him, so does the road holding up the jeep, and it falls into a crevice with Cooper still inside.

Morning of September 7, 2013. Saturday.



Just when I thought I have had almost every dream possible about variation in how sound presents itself, along comes something more complex and interesting in seeing, hearing, and feeling it (with the potential of even smell and taste, supposedly).

In this dream, my wife and I are living back at Clayfield, the second place we lived in real life since we were married.

There is a large, long device that is used in arranging music and it is all based on modules and nodes that fit into various fairly narrow compartments (the potential width of each adjustable section seems to relate to the note length), almost like the physical manifestation of a DAW. Recently, in real life, I had been working on a fairly new concept, even mentally in a precise way when falling asleep - of integrating sound in three-dimensional continuity in the sense of frequency bands mixing seamlessly.

In my dream, my “machine” is almost like a piano in concept and does have a type of smaller keyboard (but used only for testing the overall sound or “hit” of an individual compartment in a sequence of a measure - from left to right - a completely different concept than a spread of potential usable notes on a piano), but the main focus is on the compartments, each almost like a miniature breadbox. Each and every sonic totality of a particular instrument is a special module, about the size of a paperback novel - each with its own interesting properties. Each module fits in each adjustable area as part of a particular rendered measure (again, from left to right). It is somehow rendered to another machine (a smaller one on the other side of the room) before its final form (or master) in the form of a strong “ribbon” (which the sound is recorded on).

I feel a great interest in the different parts and how they fit. One part, about seven or eight compartments from the left, is part of a conga fill, I think, or at least one module of a conga drum, and perhaps a tom or two of different tones (which is a bit “off” as it is only the first measure of the song and would not have a fill unless that measure was a short intro, which actually may be the case in my dream, though it does seem more like a verse. Most of these pieces are somewhat rectangular and everything seems to be made of mostly wood, with some metal and perhaps other materials here and there, such as a miniature drum membrane set inside a compartment within another compartment at a forty-five degree angle and sliding doors within other sliding sections at times. I eventually notice that some of these things have aspects of other notes from other instruments somehow physically inside them, and can be set (almost like a mousetrap) to work in different ways when the machine uses the particular setup.

I see very clearly, the different parts, almost as if the snare drum and conga sounds (as well as the implied organ or synthesizer parts I have in the machine) are aspects of a “giant harmonica” within the machine. I focus on how the snare and conga modules have different types of holes in the front and relate that in the same way you would relate differences in harmonica or accordion reeds. Even though all the modules look basically the same in size, other than how they are narrower with shorter notes, I become focused and highly interested in the different, more subtle structures, and other compartments inside those.

Another strange technical aspect is how my mind somehow combined the idea of the black keys and white keys of a piano (or any other keyboard) with the idea of the size orientation and placement of the measure parts, which really does not make any sense, almost comparable to only being able to play a guitar by using one string at a time, and only being able to go downwards exactly one string at a time for each note or event. Also, regarding my dream perception itself, the width of a key on a piano has nothing to do with how long the note has to be held. I guess it is an example of how dreams combine completely different ideas into one in a very unusual way.

After time, I do start to wonder how a more complex mix (say of eight tracks, or several individual bands or ranges) can be designed. The small wooden modules of the brass notes may even be club-shaped (rather than more rectangular) and slide in at an angle above the organ sections. If the brass has two notes on the hit, it is a club within a club that is attached internally by a wire perhaps, and slides inside the machine, each internal compartment within another compartment being perhaps two-thirds the size of the previous. There is also a vague awareness of the actual coil of a real spring reverb of a real amp (but miniaturized) in one of the compartments. There may also be velvety heart-shaped modules, like a miniature box of candy (but without the candy itself) and resonating with a flute-like lilt.

I really do not complete a project; I mostly only dwell on the one measure and its potential, which still seems like a great deal of complexity to ponder. This also reminds me, in parts, of the childhood “obsession” I had with being more interested in the smaller cardboard container (and its mysterious “hidden” sections) of the chocolate Easter bunny than the chocolate itself.

At any rate, this machine would not be feasible in reality, as it would take up far too much space for even a two-minute song, and where would you get all the potentially endless modules and nodes and where on Earth would you store them? - you would need something close in size to an entire town or at least a several-block area, or a few really tall buildings - imagine if all the DVD movies you had took up the space implied by the sets in them, even solely within the range of where the main focus was on the actors. This is also somewhat akin to dreaming about computer games being an actual physical device (such as a large and complex three-dimensional board game with robotic tokens) than a computer screen.

I’m in a store. I grab a couple pairs of shorts off a shelf. I ask someone where to put them, and a woman points. I see small, round yellow stickers that have ‘ww’ written on them. I think to myself ‘Weight Watchers?’.

I’m wandering the store. In one section, there are batches of chocolate cookies (30 in each batch). There’s a stack of books, one with ‘The Rede’ in the title. I’m disappointed to see that they’re Christmas books. A woman walking be mentions that she likes my dad, because he ‘stays out of the way’.

I’m in an isle away from others in the back, and am looking at stud earrings. I find some small ones, some with white crystals in them. There are only four, and I have eight holes, but I decided to take them. I sneak them in my pocket.

-In Walmart, I see two girls in the middle of the store wearing pajamas with matching patterns on them.

-Someone on a bus not liking my music and putting their’s on me. I think there were big bags, and a small woman?

Possible inspirations: I’ve been wanting new stud earring to replace my hoops. Maybe the cookies come from the chocolate cookies I’d been making until recently. ‘The Rede’ comes from the song ‘The Rede (And It Harm None)’ by Gaia Consort, which I listened to recently. And you know, I think I remember seeing someone already eager for Christmas on GetGlue and it surprised me, so maybe it just stuck in my head.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I am in my room and i am talking to family member about dreams, then there's some classic music going on and who i am talking to mentions singing, suddenly i hear some chinese song. It's weird and it was coming out from everywhere, i looked at my hands and they were weird, so i am indeed dreaming. I go to balcony door and phase through it, i am about to take off but dream fades.

Dream 2(fragments):

Something's going on and i am going somewhere. Then i am at kitchen, i suspect that i am dreaming and look at my hands, first time they are usual, second time more weird, i go for the window and when about to jump through dream fades.