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Morning of August 7, 2015. Friday.



I will try to refrain from another titular trend (such as “or not” in this case).

In my dream, I am once again on Loomis Street at my sister (deceased) Marilyn’s house. It seems to be early afternoon. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me at the house.

An unknown person (a young female in a jogging outfit, jogging southward) comes by our house and leaves a huge computer motherboard on our front sidewalk for some reason (just giving it to us, or perhaps thinking of our front yard as a dumping ground - this is not certain). The motherboard is about eight times the size of a real one. I am not sure what to do with it as it is older technology and I would likely have no use for it.

As I am wondering what to do with this junk, as it remains lying across our front sidewalk, along comes an (unknown and unfamiliar) older male that takes notice to it. A few other (unknown) people also crowd around for a short time. He asks me if he can look at it and I say yes (though I had not even looked at it). On one corner (upper left from my view), he takes notice to a particular chip which is apparently a bit newer than the motherboard itself. He asks me if he can buy it (the one single chip) for twenty dollars. This sounds very good to me and I feel quite cheerful upon hearing this. As I did not pay any money and someone else had just dropped it off for whatever reason, twenty dollars sounds good even if I give him the entire board, which I am thinking of telling him.

As the motherboard is lowered to the ground I notice at least six jars of peanut butter attached to it in a line over the top, each about two jar spaces apart, which seem to serve as some sort of conduit (or perhaps even additional power source). After several minutes pass, the male stands with his chin in hand gazing at the motherboard. He eventually looks at the chip again and tells me that the serial number on it is one day off from the chip he was looking for. This makes no sense to me as it is not relevant to specific timing of movement (such as with two cassette decks that are most usable when the model is identical, as the capstan is the same speed, or otherwise the variation would be too extreme for dubbing or oversampling).

He looks at me and seriously states “I’m not paying twenty dollars for that!” as if I was the one that told him that he should give me the money for it. I then tell him that he can just take what he wants, including the whole motherboard itself. I come to the conclusion that he is just “off his rocker” and do not say anything after this. The scene vaguely reminds me of one years ago when a very drunken male bought one of my father’s old tools (and I could tell he had no idea what it was, which was a very specialized large drill extension and I even asked him if he was sure he had use for it) and he dropped it on his foot and blamed me for dropping it. I am surprised he even managed to walk from the area. (My father had made a lot of sidewalk sections in addition to building public utilities and residential work in both La Crosse and Arcadia during the same period he was on the radio and local venues.)

This dream was precognitive (in some ways) of a message I received from a former member of one dream journal site, but I will not get into the specifics at this time. I can say that peanut butter often represents human waste in certain types of dream scenarios. The jars of peanut butter on the motherboard are a reference to what was said in a message about grooming and trolling on the Internet.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #234: Tavern

Wife and I are standing across the table from another couple, a guy with brown hair and a lady with blond hair. The table is covered with a messy array of partially consumed peanut butter jars and jelly jars, which we’re examining in order to do some kind of inventory.

The guy and I are talking about how hard it is to find time for important non-work related activities like this jar thing. He says how impressed he is with his wife for finding time to run and that she wears “SXN 400 running shorts”. He says something about how hot Wife probably looks in those.

For some reason, I don’t find this impolite. Instead, I turn to Wife and tell her she’s beautiful, and compliment her for staying in such good shape even with the challenges of having and raising two kids. She accepts the compliment without awkwardness (tough for her in front of people), scooches closer to me and begins a long monologue. She’s switching rapidly from subject to subject and I’m having a hard time understanding her. I realize that I must be dreaming.

I grab on for a nose pinch, remembering to calm myself and just breathe in and out. Wife’s speech becomes even more rapid and confusing. I tell her that I’m having a lucid dream, but she’s talking over me. I walk around the room, continuing to calm myself and breathe through the nose pinch, but my vision goes dark, like the void. Wife’s voice is still there, though, and I just keep walking, having faith that the scene will right itself.

Now a doorway with a stairwell appears in my vision. Good. I walk forward, enter the stairwell, and walk down to a nearby window. I phase through the window and lower wall, my foot getting slightly stuck on the way out, but no problem. I’m outside on a street again, and now I attempt to fly. I have some trouble with this, so I do a quick Hulk-jump to regain some confidence.

I remember my intent to summon Dreamer and take her… somewhere. I’ll have to figure that part out later I guess. “Dreamer, youuuuu… are right around the corner!” I say, just before turning the corner.

When I turn the corner, there is a young woman there! She doesn’t look all that much like Dreamer. Hair is blond rather purple, and her overall appearance is different. She's plainer, younger, shorter than Dreamer, but I don’t worry about that. I figure that she'll become herself after I just spend some time walking around with her for a while.

“Dreamer!” I say. “It’s you! Hey, purple up for me!” (meaning “change your hair to purple.”)

“Hey!” she says. Her voice is completely wrong, and she even has an American accent. I don’t worry about it though. “Normally I would, but I’m just not feeling it today!” Her blond hair instantly disappears and now she’s bald as a cueball.

With this, she races off in a run, and I run behind her to keep up. She’s really fast and I’m having a little trouble keeping up. I encounter the sign from the previous dream that reads “←Tavern→” and remember it from before.

We run down a few streets before entering what looks like a train station. I know there’s something specific place I’d planned to take her, but I’ve forgotten it. “I think I’m supposed to take you to a tavern for Task of the Month.” (wrong!)

She seems to consider this. “Whatever it is, I’ll think of it soon.” With this, she twirls once and runs up a set of stairs.

I run after her, thinking that my plan was to go to a tavern with her and do some lucid drinking. I’m not completely confident that this is right (it’s not!) but I go with it for now. As I’m partway up the steps, the dream ends.

Fragment 1. Trying to make peanut butter. I put in various peanut-butter flavored things but it’s not coming together well. I wonder if it’s not just easier to use something like jarred peanut butter or PB2.

Fragment 2. Loitering around outside our apartment. I look around to see if anyone is around. I spot an open envelope in one of our parking spaces and go over to pick it up.

Inspiration: Me looking at our mail yesterday.

Fragment 3.
-A princess is kidnapped and kept in a cabin. When she tells her kidnapper that she’s one of twelve sibling princesses, he’s surprised/disappointed.
-She gets rescued/swept away by her mother and father, who are revealed to her to be some kind of ghostly bird-like creatures.

Notes: I’ve been dreaming of our house lately and it’s weird for me, since I normally do it so rarely – but I think I can attribute it to practicing awareness (even though I already had to be aware when I made the house into one of my memory palaces in the past).

I slept deeply last night and woke up one other time without recall. I have two days break from exercise starting tomorrow so hopefully I’ll get some good rest. Also worried I’m sleeping too much (about 9-10 hours apparently), and that I should stop drinking my energy drink.

Me and my sister walk up to this houses doorstep I've never seen before, it's night out and kind of dark purple and orange in the sky. I smack the door instead of knocking or ringing the bell and instantly my cousin answers and lets us in. We go to the table and sit down. I realize it's a party and we're late and she gives me a bag of chocolates and I look to see what they are, a kiss filled with almond, a kiss filled with peanut butter, and a kiss filled with peppermint-bark, and eat the peanut butter one and instantly become nauseous. Then I get up to walk it off and when I return my cousin has my chocolates, and I become irate, but realize they made me sick so I grow to not care. Then I walk out the front door to get fresh air and I wake up.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #182: Office Snacks

I walk into a meeting where most of the attendees are cast members of The Office. I realize that this has to be a dream. Jim Halpert is leading the meeting and as I enter, he says, “Glad you could join us.”

The meeting drones on in the background, but my attention focuses on a large box of snack foods. Each kind of snack food is in its own big cereal bag, clipped shut with a clothespin. Interested, I grab one off the top, remove the clothespin, and open it. The bag has to be unrolled several times (enough times to worry me), eventually unfurling to a length of about two feet.

The bag is full of some form of Chex Mix, and I happily start munching away. As I’m eating, Michael Scott takes the floor and says that “And of course, Pam’s default job will be in engineering.” Most of the meeting stays as a drone as I crunch away on the snacks.

My vision fades out after a bit, but I’m able to keep eating, so I just plow right on ahead. Now the Chex mix that I pull out seems to contain peanut butter on the inside! It’s incredibly delicious and I just keep shoveling it down my pie-hole until the dream ends.

(I don't know why I bothered making this a thread, I should've just done a Dream Journal entry =/ oh well)
Okay so I dream that I'm leaving work. It's raining outside, and it's really dark. I come to a four way stop and then I realize I'm not in a car, and that if I want I can just run through traffic to get where I want to go. I look left and then right. There's a semi-truck turning very slowly and across from me a car arrives at the stop sign there. I'm afraid he'll just cut through traffic so I turn right and run down the street. I decide I can run where I want, so I leap up onto the sidewalk and ignore the light, since I'm not in a car I don't have to obey traffic laws. As I'm running I can feel the rain soaking through my clothes.
I come to an alley, and on the ground I find the book I'm reading IRL. I pick it up, I have no idea how long it's been sitting in the rain, but it's soggy. I hope it's not entirely ruined. I climb up a fire escape a little ways down the alley. It's then I realize I'm not myself, I'm a teenage boy. I wonder briefly why I would be leaving work so late, or even if I'd be allowed to work at my age. My subconscious comes up with a plot hole filler: the world has become so expensive to live in that they lowered the age requirement for most places. A girl I work with lives in the house I'm climbing in to.
I worry because I know her parents wouldn't be happy if they found a boy in her room. I go through the window, open her door and see a flight of stairs immediately outside. I can see the front door from here. I make a run for it. The girl comes around the corner and gasps in shock.
"What are you doing here? You can't be here!"
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just that--"
Her mom shows up. She looks over my shoulder and I know she's looking at the open door to her daughter's room.
"Were you hiding a boy in your room?"
"No momma."
"Really?"
I cut in, "I'm sorry, I just left work and it was raining and--"
The woman narrows her eyes at me.
"What's in your backpack?"
I hand it to her. She starts rifling through it, I have no idea what she expects to find. She pulls out my lunch, it's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich still in the ziploc bag. She makes fun of it, poking at it and squeezing it until the peanut butter comes out. She brushes past me and goes up to her daughter's room. I try to follow her to explain what I was doing here, but by the time I get there she's playing the piano under the open window. She's singing in a high pitched voice:
"Liiiiiiiittttttlllleee sandwiiiich! Littttttllllleeee PEAAAAAANNUUUUT SAAAAAAAANDUWIIIIIIICH!!!"
Somehow I know she's making fun of me. I turn away to talk to my friend.
"Don't mind her, she gets like that sometimes...quick! Leave while she's still distracted!"

Cheating on My Diet

I try to eat really well. I cheated on my diet yesterday and had a can of coke. I think this made it's way into my dreams. I had one dream of me eating poorly that I can't remember, and this one.

I was choosing from a bag of candies. They may have been my daughters. I chose a couple candies that I wanted. I was going to get a third, but there was only one of each of the good ones and I wanted to leave them for (my daughter?)

I ended up choosing a soft granola type bar. It had raspberry in the middle and peanut butter on top. I bit into it and I remember tasting the peanut butter. I might have tasted a bit of the raspberry. I rarely taste things in my dreams, so this was interesting.

-"Bedworms"-

I was in some sort of orphanage or foster home for some reason. There were various and strange creatures all around this home, varying from the strange to the perfectly sane, though they all had many different features to them. This one, a sort of red looking imp creature, was playing a game called "Bedworms", where when he'd wake you up, and if you were to move somewhat rapidly when you woke up, he'd then proceed to pull up your shirt if you had one on and spread peanut butter all over your belly. I for one, caught on to this little game and would only pretend to sleep when told to. When I was awoken, being in the same room as my brother, I didn't make a single move, and the imp said "Nice job. Here's your reward." and gave me a phone with a hot babe in a bikini on it, though she would suddenly appear in the same bed as me and would say in a quite seductive tone "Don't mind me if I just sleep over here, 'kay~?" and I nodded and gave a small chuckle in return, being as suave as I was. My brother on the other hand got the peanut butter, but went back to bed with it, but he also had an addiction to aspirin. I pretended to go back to sleep, the girl's feet rubbing against mine. I picked up the phone, she had texted me asking to "See a picture of my ass". I turned off the phone, she started crying and she was gone. I proceeded to pretend to sleep. My brother woke up fine this time, and so did I. So, the imp came over to me and hopped onto my bed, saying "Well, you're doing pretty good. Grandma's bed is bad to sleep on." I didn't know who grandma was, nor did I care to know, but he then resumed "Wanna sleep on grandma's bed?" I shook my head and chuckled. That was the end.

April 19, 2012
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All non-lucid

I only glanced at my affirmation before turning out my light last night.



1. Peanut butter...I don't know more than that. I dreamed of various kinds of peanut butter. (I also made my daughter a PBJ sandwich for her lunch tomorrow, before I went to bed)

2. My cat had something trapped at the window. I went to the window and moved the curtain back and there was a little bird. Perhaps a wren or sparrow. Sparrow is more likely. It was all puffed up and crammed back in the corner of the window sill. I scooped it up expecting it to peck at me or something but it just rested in my hand. I hollered for someone to open the window and someone behind me did. I stuck my hand out and opened my fingers to let the little bird fly away but it just sat there. So, I moved it closer to the house - next to the outer wall. And at some point the bird morphed into a mouse. The mouse scattered down the side of the house and onto the ground. In the process it jumped from the wall to the ground and I watched it run away but I noticed it might have been limping. I also believe at one point a second bird flew out the window when the person lifted the sill. (reminds me of an older dream I had of the Lifeless Sparrow I found in the trash heap.)

3. This dream was very sketchy. I was in third person most of the time and it almost felt like an Remote viewing but I know I was not. There was this rather tall and large young man. He was in a basement. He'd come to see someone or maybe someone had come to see him. He had brownish hair - and needed a haircut, as it was a bit long to the collar. The girl who was there came to maybe his chin. She went to kiss him but at the last minute he turned his head and she kissed his cheek. It was an awkward moment. They chatted for a while. The dream gets fuzzy and then my husband enters the dream. Apparently they know each other, this guy and my husband. I'm not sure if I'm hiding from them because the entire dream feels very distant, like I stayed away and observed everything. I felt like I was hiding. Both my husband and this man went out to our driveway and began throwing a baseball back and forth. Then, I woke up.

Dear Journal,
Lately I havent been dreaming. For the past four nights and two naps I havent been able to dream. Hopefully the streak will end. Gonna try to eat some peanut butter, maybe thatll help. talk to you soon.

1) Me and my friend Dan. S were waiting at the bus-stop that I always wait at to go to college. I think we were with our other friends Tom and Matt.B, but i'm not sure. It was very sunny, and Dan was showing us his revolutionary, new idea of eating Peanut butter and Jelly. All he did was spread a bit of Peanut Butter onto a regular knife that I was holding, and then proceeded by putting some jam on it. I then ate it off of the knife, and it tasted pretty good - no better than eating it in a sandwich though. Me and the others just let him have his fun and agreed that it was a good idea, although we weren't convinced We then started walking up the hill to another bus stop.

2) Me, Tom, Will, Matt.C and some others were at an open evening at our college. We were in a fairly big hall that I had never seen before. It was very dark inside, with no lights on and only the some faint street lamps outside making it able to see people. Everyone's parents were there two, but we wanted to stay together, so they were all separate. I looked to the far back left, and saw my Dad stood on his own, trying to look over the large crowd of people building up in the hall. Everyone was stood up, talking and waiting for something to happen. There was music in the background playing popular radio songs. It was a similar atmosphere to waiting for a band to come on at a gig...except it was a parents evening Eventually, some teenage girls started doing some sort of dance on stage. There was about 15 of them, and they were split into blocks, moving together to create shapes. There were exclusively black girls in the middle of the rectangular shape, which I thought was a bit racist.

3) IRL, there's a boy who walks around my College dressed as a pirate and in this dream stem, my friend Chelsea called him a "fucking hipster".

4) A kid who I used to play football with when I was younger who left my secondary school in year 8 called Harry.W's family bought the Tower of London as a family home. I think it was for his Dad's business, but Harry was just living there for the fun. His bedroom was on the top floor of the tower. I'm fairly sure the building was the Tower of London, however it was much more modern - more like the Empire State Building, but definitely in London. In this room, he had access to the cameras that take souvenir photos that you can buy. Because of this, he regularly had friends round - some of which were my friends, like Latham.C, Luke.Y, Matt.S etc. When they were round, he'd take a lot of these pictures and put them all on facebook. His profile picture was him with the bedroom window view of London in the background. It was cloudy and fairly dark outside, and the dream was shown through a series of snapshots of novelty pictures.

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I now have a dream goal: I will sing in a Renaissance choir.

Robby's house. Lots of people over. Why??? Can't remember. They stayed overnight so I wanted to make them breakfast, but Robby had no real food in the house. I looked all through his fridge, freezer, and pantry.

OMG I tasted something! First time that's happened. We were all chatting about taste in dreams before the last class. It was peanut butter. I think. Tasted like peanut butter, right consistency, but a little too light and it had sesame seeds in it. I'd say tahini but definitely tasted of peanuts. I actually tasted it to find out what it was.

Anyway, I brought bananas around to the guests. There weren't many so they got half bananas. Lloyd was there. There were two bunches of different ages, but they were joined at the top. Which is impossible 'cause one was fresh and one was old. In fact when I started peeling an old one it turned out they'd rotted from the inside. They were mostly liquid (and sesame seeds, for some reason).

Food prep was taking a long time and I felt bad (second time that scenario's happened in the past two weeks). I couldn't find anything useful.

I went into a space behind the kitchen. It was like a barn. And the drawer with all the condiments was way up high. When I looked again it was not a drawer but rather a trash can suspended with bungee cords. There was another trash can on the floor that I used as a step stool to get to it. I was in heels so it was very difficult.

I was frustrated by the impracticality and disorganization of Robby and his family. I'd happ8ily cook for everyone but with all these people coming over meals should have been planned and shopping lists executed. They'd probably just order delivery. Crap food for too much money.

There was an earlier dream that I've almost completely lost. I woke up right after it and thought, "What an awesome, epic dream. I should write it down right now." Then I went to sleep and promptly forgot the whole thing. All I remember is that I was on a tall building. It was cold, and there was a woman with a sword. I remember flying in some kind of ship that was about to crash. So epic and exciting but totally gone.

At one point I read and the words were not at all garbled. I was reading the Wikipedia page on IRC commands. I remember the letters in the heading of each section being bold and clear. Next time I'm reading, I'll remember to do a RC.

Missed dream signs:
-Sesame seeds in bananas.
-Drawer transformed into trash can.

Black=Awake Blue=Lucid Red=dream



Location: Some sort of supermarket

Me and a few of my friends were in a supermarket of some sort in the mood for some sundaes. We start looking around in the freezer seciton. We see some frozen meats and other foods, but no ice cream, so we decide to leave and come back later. We end up walking to the exit, then turning around right as we got there thinking that it has been long enough so they must have restocked the shelves. This time we decided to split up to try and find everything we needed faster. 2 of my friends went to go get toppings while I stayed back and tried to find the ice cream.

I walked over to the freezer section once again and this time I say some peanut butter ice cream. I decided that this would work so i grabbed it and went to the check-out counter. I get in line behind a woman buying several different things and unfortunately, she is just a few cents short of what she needs to buy it. So, the cashier gives her some coins and she continues to buy the things she needed and left. While they were ringing everything out, i noticed a peanut butter cup egg, something you would get for Easter. I decie, "Hey, this will go good on top of the ice cream. Let's buy it." So I did. I grabbed the egg and set it and the ice cream on the ring out counter and the cashier proceeded to ring them up. Once he was about to tell me the price, I woke up.

Turns out that later that day, my parents randomly brought home peanut butter ice cream and we made sundaes.