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Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday.

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My dream starts with a scenario involving what I think are people working for the EPA. I am present, though I am not originally a part of their group. Something happens to an unknown male. It involves a tree that had fallen on him.

The background story changes. The leader (probably Andrew Wheeler) gives me the job of guarding the man who was injured (probably Scott Pruitt). I am to pretend to be a police officer during his hospital stay. I tell them that I do not have experience doing this. They say that they will give me the proper outfit. I am to stay in his hospital room until further notice. Later, I am wearing a turquoise uniform.

I sit in a chair on the left side of his bed. He does not wake or move at any point. His head is at an odd angle, as his pillow elevates his neck but no other part of his body or head. It appears he might be uncomfortable (even though he is asleep), though I cannot be sure. An unfamiliar nurse tells me, “Well, it’s better to have indigestion than a broken neck.”

As I sit there, I feel confident in my role. Eventually, however, an unknown male walks in, a police lieutenant of about sixty years of age. He stands across from me and talks to the nurse. Although I feel confident in my role, my non-lucid RAS mediation begins to waver. I start to realize that I might have been given an incorrect police uniform from another department. I also consider that he probably knows all of the officers in the area and eventually start to question who I am.

Eventually, the RAS avatar responds to my silent subliminal commands and stares at me. “What are you up to here?” he says in his role as the police lieutenant. He brushes my uniform, and I notice some dust on a few areas of the jacket. I realize that he knows I am not one of his officers and not even wearing the correct uniform for this region.

He does not tell any of the hospital staff that I am an imposter and does not even question me from here. He turns around and walks to the doorway. “You’re going to regret that,” I boldly call out after him. I start to tell him that I am “working undercover.”

Then I realize, looking to my right, that the other man asleep in the bed is me, literally under the covers.

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It is virtually the opposite of a dream from yesterday, where transpersonal interconsciousness avatars were posing as female police officers, and I questioned them (except in that dream, “An Unwarranted Treasure Hunt,” more of my conscious self identity was present). How hilarious can it get?

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In a large split office room, workers are crammed in chatting loudly. A voice comes over speaking telling us to shut the noise down. I am agitated as I didn't hear anything saying we couldnt speak.
Apparently our company has been taken over by a big corporation and we are all being interviewed.
Pretty well everybody files off into the next room, except me and two others one I recognise as an old lady mate and one as Anthony from work. Eventually we have to go to.
I head off from the white office through some big darkened glass doors. I see loads of people being lined up to have a test.
I see that people are being injected in their necks and operated on. They have four big chunks taken out of their necks at the front.
I think hell no! and start to back off but hear that even if you don't want a job the operation is compulsory.
The door I came through is now locked.
With part adrenalin part powers I break the door open and get out of there.
Finding myself outside in a street. I try to fly but can't for some reason, and so set off on foot.
It is sunny day, with a clear blue sky and a townscape that feels American
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I know people are coming after me and I head down one street but find all streets are shut off.
Going through someone's house I find a back window and try and squeeze through.
At this point officials bust through the door and an old lady their starts to blab on me, so I use a pressure point hold on her to knock her out.

By now I am lucid,
Getting out the front window just in time to see a long car pull up. I cross the road just as he is getting out.
He pulls a long rifle or shotgun up and out as I try to fly, I crash into him and smash him into the car which crumples. I am flying at last and head up and over the town scape.
Panic and teleport to my apartment. I hunt around for things to take with me. Soon enough I feel the people are closing in again.

Dream - Lucid

I dreamed a little more than this last night, but I really felt the need to record these, as they were quite vivid, the second one also being very intense.

I was teaching at a summer school/camp with my friend Rachel, who is also pregnant. Her baby had a rare birth defect where its heart was developing outside the body (this is a real thing btw for those who aren't aware). She and I were sitting together and she started crying. I closed my eyes and felt so sad for her. I put my hand on her leg. I believe I may have even shed a tear. I asked her about the operations they would have to do on the baby. The sadness I felt for her was very intense.

We were all assigned one child for the program. They would actually live with us (and apparently I lived at my parents' old house with them). Mine was a little blonde girl in the 5th grade.

The program's classes were divided into grade levels. Both Rachel and I's kids were in the 5th grade level. The classes were held outside in these station/kiosk type things. I saw my child playing there. I then had to pee so I went to the bathroom. The stall was like a port-o-john but only had a small, narrow place to sit and a narrow hole to go in. It was built for kids, and I "remembered" this from when I was at this same school as a child. I started to go but was peeing on the floor. I adjusted and peed on my underwear. They were soaked by the time I was done so I took them off and threw them in the garbage. I then heard people outside. A young female teacher saw the pee on the floor coming out from underneath the stall. She assumed the toilet had been backed up and overflowed and I let her think that, as I didn't want to tell her that I peed everywhere. She got a plunger-type thing and started to plunge it. Dirty, poopy water came out and splashed me in the face; I guess it was backed up.

I then was walking back to the play areas outside with the teacher; it looked to be evening outside. I was telling her that I had never planned on becoming a teacher, but I was excited to start my real teaching job in the fall.

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I was in what was my mom's car in a parking lot at night with my brother. We were parked but I'm not sure why. Both of our parents were dead; they had died not long ago in the dream, maybe days or weeks prior. We now were using their car.

These two college-aged white guys came up to the car and started trying to harass us into letting them in. They wanted to rob us. We locked the doors and wouldn't let them in. They started to laugh and got an ax and baseball bat and took them to our tires. Whatever, we were still safe. I saw and heard glass breaking as they did this, but I wasn't sure what it was coming from. We watched these douche canoes fuck up our car. I kept thinking about our parents, and how empty it felt without them.

I then decided to call 911. My brother was just going to call the police, but I felt we needed urgent help. I misdialed it at first, dialing 912 or something instead, and then redialed and was given hold music. I didn't care, I'd wait if I had to.

My brother then had to get out of the car for some reason; I think the cops were there. The guys saw the opportunity and tried to get in the unlocked door, but I locked it and the back door (which was also unlocked for some reason) quickly, before they could get in. They were mad, and I gave them two birdies, one with each hand. This infuriated them, and one pulled a gun on me and started to shoot. He hit me in the neck multiple times. I saw the hole in the barrel light up with each shot, and felt the shock of being hit. I was in shock, surprised that he had actually opened fire. He seemed surprised as well that he had actually shot me. I was holding my neck and saw a cop in the back window. I held my hand out to him and he reached back to me.

I then was out of the car, I think with my brother, walking to an ambulance. I was getting dizzy and woozy from loss of blood. We walked by the guys who tormented us; they were sitting on a curb smoking (at least one was smoking) while police searched their car. I hoped they were going to get arrested. I was then laid on a gurney on the back to the ambulance, which was actually on an open trailer being pulled behind it. I heard them say they could see my bone and my heart, which is how bad the wound was. I was then being driven with my neck wrapped up tight in a scarf. No one was back there with me.

Non-lucid
So I was feeling my neck and then I felt a bump, kind of like an adams apple but at the bottom of the lump, it was sharp. And this little boy wals up to me and says "finish it". I was confused so I just tried to move the lump out of the way because I couldn't put my head down and it stabbed me whenever I did. So I just push it back and I turned short like a midget lol, then something happened and I woke up

Dream - Lucid

This first part wasn't a dream, but it scared the bejeezus out of me.

I woke up and opened my eyes. I started trying to move, but I barely could; it was like an invisible resistance was in place against my arms and legs. I started to panic a little. I tried to scream for help, but barely a sound came out. I kept trying as hard as I could, but all I could get was a rasp. I almost started feeling like my breathing was messed up too.

Then, it just went away. It was like I was experiencing partial SP. I can't say that's ever happened to me before; it was terrifying.

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I was at the coffee shop I used to work at to ask my old manager for my job back. Only it was very different in there, now that it was under new ownership; it was in a different location, and it was more like a restaurant than a coffee shop. It was kind of dark in there; everything seemed to made out of a dark brown wood. I specifically remember an old couple sitting at a bench by the counter, waiting to be seated.

I kept seeing my old manager running around, and she saw me there as well, but she was so busy, it was hard for her to talk to me. There were a lot of new employees there, people I had never seen before when I did work there. For some reason, I went in the back and put on some work clothes: Black straight-legged pants, a black shirt, and a green apron. It looked like a Starbucks uniform, but the coffee shop wasn't a Starbucks. I saw myself in a mirror with it on. I then thought better of just jumping into work, and left the back room.

I finally caught my manager as she was leaving. We were in the parking lot. She was walking fast and quite a ways in front of me. I asked her
"So, I doubt you can get me my job back, can you?"
She stopped for a second, turned around, and replied
"No. I'm not in charge anymore."
I guess the new owners didn't want her doing the hiring anymore for some reason.

After that, I wanted to go home, then I "remembered" that our house had been sold (we are trying to get it ready to sell IWL) to a couple of guys. I pictured the inside of the house being emptied of our things and replaced with barely any furniture or anything at all. It was kind of sad, since I grew up in this house.

Then, I was back inside the coffee shop, sitting down at a table with my laptop. Everything looked lighter now; even the wood wasn't as darkly colored. I looked up from my computer and to my left, and there was a cute guy staring at me. He had the build of my friend Daniel, and had dark brown curly hair. He had some scruff, but no real facial hair. He was smiling a little as he stared. I smiled back at him, feeling a little flirty.

Apparently, he was one of the new owners of the shop. His name was Solomon, and the shop had been renamed "Solomon's". His wife, Annie, was the other owner. I wondered if it was really Solomon, since he was married and kept giving me flirty smiles. Hmm...

I then learned that he was a huge flirt and a womanizer; he slept with lots of women who came into the coffee shop. For some reason, that didn't really bother me.

I was then approached by Solomon. He asked if he could kiss my neck. I said sure. He then went in to kiss my lips, and I realized I had terrible morning breath for some reason. I could taste it in my mouth, which also felt pretty dry. He then stuck his tongue in my mouth. When he pulled away, he said something about my mouth, like, he asked me if I had done something specific, and if that was why my breath was so funky; I can't remember exactly what it was that he asked if I had done. I said yes. He then kissed my neck. All in all, the breath thing didn't seem to bother him too much.

Then, I saw him standing up by the bathroom with another guy, talking. I knew he was going to try to get a woman to come sleep with him in the bathroom. I wanted him to pick me for some reason. I want to say he somehow messaged me about it or something.

I also remember him being seated again, and giving me another flirty little smile, and me returning it. I felt really good about myself then, like I was desirable. It made me feel confident.

I know, at some point, I wondered about his wife, and if she knew about what he was doing.

Scenario 1

I don´t remember how it began but I was chased by big squishy, purple peas just outside some egyptian temple.
Then the peas were switched for zombies.
Before I went to bed I watched the movie "Outpost", a zombie horror movie and I was standing behind the whole cast while they opened an old iron door of some kind.
First they hesitated and someone was holding a cross but then they went in and I was left outside.
I hurried after them but wasn´t quick enough and lost them.
Inside the door there seemed to be just a long narrow corridor which wasn´t lit up at all.
Sometimes when I dream I lose control over movement and start running in slow-motion and/or starts to lean to one side and eventually fall.
This happened here and I saw a few ghost-like figures flying past me.

Scenario 2

I also saw a documentary on wolves attacking people before I slept so that probably inspired this part.
I spoke to a friend first, not sure who, then we were attacked by a lone wolf but somehow we defeated it and tamed it.
Then there´s a blank space until I meet some kind of boss wolf with a long neck and a kindof smushed together face.
I (I was alone now) tamed that one too and now rode on it.
Then there was this HUGE one that I came across but seemed pretty calm and relaxed even in my pressence.
However, after another blank space I took this one too and unleashed the most gut wrenching roar I could´ve possibly imagine and I saw me sitting on it from an epic angle.
Then There´s no more.

I was doing some kind of video work, or maybe just attending an event. I wish I had better recall, because it was an interesting and enjoyable dream. In any case, at one point I was with a blond woman. I keep thinking she is a woman I know from a Publix store.

The blonde was licking my neck. She kept licking it quickly. It felt so good, it paralyzed my right arm, and I told her so. She kept doing it. It was awesome in a weird way.

I was at some kind of an airport or something. I ended up seeing this short-haired blonde. Something about her wasn't that attractive, but something about her was very attractive. I think she was in my mind from someone I met at a Publix the other day.

She ended up leaning into me. My face was it her hair and by her neck. I was so close to her neck with my lips for so long. I was nervous to kiss her, or to even touch her neck with my lips, but she stayed right there. I got a little closer. Her neck was right there at my mouth.

I finally just barely touched her neck with my lips. It was wonderful. Then my grandparents were looking down from a window high up in the wall. My grandfather said something. I said, "Yes sir" hoping my respect would instill mercy for being "naughty" or whatever.


I was then outside at my friends house. I realized I was dreaming. I was with a beautiful woman, though I couldn't see her face. I started makinglove to her. I slapped her in the face as an RC. I continued making love to her. I looked down at her, which I never do in my lucids. I wanted to stabilize, so I slapped her again. I should have just rubbed my hands together.

Soon the International Police were buzzing around and they were after my friend. He stayed in his garage. I couldn't believe they were after him. I asked him, "This is real isn't it." It was in fact an FA. He said, "Yes, this is real."

I ended up trying to imagine myself making love again, but I thought I was awake and couldn't get back into the dream. RRRRR.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a house with a few other people. I may have been walking through a dim hallway. There were doorways open to rooms, some of which may have had turquoise walls. The rooms were all slightly dim, lit by greyish natural light coming in through the windows.

I saw two people, each of whom had something wrong with them. The second person actually had his left eyebrow shaved off. But his skin had been shaved off as well, and there was just a big, bloody wound where the guy's eyebrow had been.

The guy either told me or looked at me in a way that implied that this wound over his eye meant that I was in physical danger. I would die, possibly through my throat being cut, either by myself or by someone else.

I seemed resigned to my fate. I walked into and then out of a bedroom. I had a Bic razor in my hand. I was shaving myself. But I seemed to nick myself just under my left ear. Something about the razor was bad. So I threw it on the ground and got a second razor.

The second razor was cracked halfway along its head. It looked pretty dangerous to use. But I used it anwyay. I seemed to be make the wound on my neck even worse. I was pretty sure now that I was going to bleed to death.

I walked into the kitchen and stood before the sink. Suddenly a stream of blood was flowing down my throat. It seemed to be getting worse and worse. I felt like soon I wouldn't be able to breathe.

I now got panicked. I realized I was finally going to die, and in a way that was kind of gross-feeling and uncomfortable. I thought my mind would probably fade out before things got really bad. But I didn't want to have to deal with the chance.

In my panic I called out, "Mom! Mom!"