Pre-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 4) Hermione's Date Hermione Granger has a date with an ugly guy. She has her Yule Ball dress on, the scene matches from the movie. I'm familiar with the ugly guy since I had heard about him online. They are having a light argument about something, but I can't hear them. Later I'm in a Taco Ball parking lot near my regular gym. I'm checking "Hermione at Yule Ball" off of a checklist app on my phone. The End of the World I'm in my gym's parking lot standing near a desk setup outside. I'm working on some type of model generation software. I can roughly draw with my hands in mid-air, and a smoothed-out shape snaps into view in 3D in front of me. I'm working on a dress for a female model. The female model is off-kilter with a projected x-y-z coordinate axis. I'm trying to move the dress on the model so it snaps into place, but the image is translated off some value. There is somebody else next to me. Might have been a coworker from WL. A female AI-person approaches me. She's visibly spooked, and needs to tell me something. She doesn't trust the other person, so she goes to write it down. Her handwriting is bad but I can read it. She's telling me about the end of the world. About how the world starts and ends in cycles with a calamity. And it is about to happen again. Hand-Eye Coordination B from work is telling me a story about how he entered the military at a young age. He says he ended up here in engineering because he had bad hand-eye coordination. He gestures to a ledge high above that isn't normally there and tells me that he once accidently hit it with a machine gun. He's talking to a group of older cohorts who remember those older days. B makes a joke to a 3D animation modeling person that the ledge should probably have been addressed by this many years. I tell B that my hand-eye coordination is very good, but I am still here anyway. Post-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 5) High School Well-Being I'm back in highschool, but I'm with Max from Stranger Things and H from a band-group I formed a few years back. I brush by Max with my backpack and accidently hurt her nose. I apologize profusely for hurting her. She reacts by giving us a lecture about how H and I are too concerned for her well-being and she can handle herself. I see some other people that look like jocks. I think about how they will probably go into marketing or sales someday.
Updated 06-07-2023 at 07:35 PM by 99808
I am having some dream where I was visiting this town in central America. But it feels like I am just in my own subdivision. The town has this tradition that once a year they get all this pita bread and lay it out on the floor in this huge room in a school. They then cover it in cheese and taco meat. They then (somehow) heat the pita bread so that the cheese melts holding it together. They then add lettuce and some kind of tomato sauce or hot sauce. Then they fold it up into this giant pita and cut peices out of it like a cake. I think I was visiting the town for a project in college, and I wanted to learn more about their culture. So I was helping them lay out pieces of bread and put cheese on them. As part of my research, I had found out what this event was called. The name of this event translates from the language of the natives (It might have been Spanish, I don't remember) into 'Celebration of the Stomach'. And the idea behind the festival was not making the giant pita, but rather trying to see who could eat the most of it. The man who cut the slices for everybody was trained to make every slice exactly the same size, and there was a competitive eating aspect to this celebration. At one point, I recognized the total absurdity of the situation and became partially lucid. I thought about reality checking to confirm if it was a dream or manifesting my dream guide. I woke up a few moments later.
Monday April 23, 12. 12:30pm- 5:30am My dream faded in and I was sitting in my car talking to my friend Chris. She was telling me about a deal she made with a friend and she wanted my help. Chris is one of my best friends, so of course I said yes. She told me that we had to sleep overnight by the building, in the car to avoid suspicion. So we did, when I woke up I remembered a dream, I grabbed my dream journal and pages fell out of it. I grabbed all the pages and put them back in order, and then I flipped to a blank page and wrote the dream down. By that time Chris woke up and told me it was time. We crept into the building, we were looking for some amazing thing, Chris instructed me that when we find it, it must be put in a taco shell to avoid suspicion. As I looked around I noticed I was in a old fast food joint. There was a big stove, fryers, sandwich making station. There were cobwebs everywhere and it was so dusty and dark. I found this black fuzzy thing. That was it, I grabbed it and put it in the taco. I crept back out to the car, put the taco in it and tried to start my car. My car wouldn’t start! I got out and looked around, my lights have been on all night. I ran back in and told Chris and she said, “no big deal, we can find someone to jump us.” So much for being secretive. We walked outside and a car started turning into the parking lot. I was scared, I didn’t want to get caught. Chris walked up to the car, started to talk and I woke up.-End Dream- Thoughts- this dream was more detailed than the rest. I told Chris this dream and she laughed so hard, i love it!
I really need to start writing down my dreams when I wake up. In fact, I'm writing it right before I go to bed hours later. Most of it is gone by now, but here's what I remember: I was in the kitchen and my brother was at the table. He was eating a taco, which is wierd because he doesn't eat meat. I said "Mike, I thought you didn't eat meat." He responded by saying that the lettuce makes it taste better. He doesn't like vegetables, either. (My brother is pretty weird). I kind of gave it a rest and moved on into the living room. There were other dreams, I just can't remember them now.
Nonlucid My childhood best friend Taco who I haven't seen since I was 11 years old was in my dream. Some guy with a long beard in a bar told me he was adopted and that I needed to tell him that. I didn't know where he was so I did everything I could to find him. I went to his old house but he had moved and nobody knew where he went. Suddenly I was in my room playing a First Person Shooter with lousy graphics and I saw a name appear on the screen. (can't remember what it was) I instantly knew it was Taco. I clicked on it an started talking to him. I told him I wanted to meet him somewhere. Then Taco and I where talking to each other in the middle of the street. After a little chit chat I told him I had to tell him something. Gently I told him that he was adopted. He was in shock, I comforted him and layed my hand on his shoulder. We shared some memories of the old days when we would have a pancake eating contests and eating icecream in the swimmingpool on his backyard lawn. Then my parents came and told me I had to tell his parents Taco knew he was adopted. I refused to do that. I said that if he want to talk about this with his parents he should do that himself. We got into a fight about it. I went back to my place and remembered I had to sell cookies for some reason. This is all I remember before I woke up. I was really hungry for a pancake.
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