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11/14/15

I had a night off last night. Slept from 11pm or so - 8am

DR:
I am in Asia, perhaps Vietnam. In some kind of a run-down hotel. Something about bathrooms.

A chef makes scrumptious looking asian meals, like General Tso's and some pork belly.

I'm stocking some chocolate cake. Now I'm in the office of US envoy in this asian country. He is telling me that there is no escape for us, we are gonna be all killed no matter if we are trying to escape on a bus, or oter way, or stay in his office. So I ask him if it's ok to eat that chocolate cake. He says sure.

I go back and eat the whole damn thing. First I only take a chunk of the frosting and want to cut it up so nobody notices, but then I say srew it and eat it all. But before that I make me a plate of that asian food and add some mustard that my friend is asking for. I remembered after I woke up how it all tasted.

Just before this I'm watching an opposite wall in this hotel, where on top part mice start to pour out of an invisible opening. There is hundreds of them. They stay on this short ledge on top of the wall. I tell this to the envoy and I tell him that good chunk of the wall is missing there.

(Just before bed I watched the movie Chef where he was cooking these awesome looking dishes. This is the food part of my dream. The mice - I saw a roach farm on tv that same day.)

I'm in a bombed-out bus that's been converted into a trolley that is currently being used as a taxi cab in what looks like 60's-era Vietnam in Full Metal Jacket. I'm having a lot of trouble communicating with the other passenger seated across from me that I don't understand Vietnamese. But I happen to speak Taiwanese, and by Dream Logic, I realize that the two languages are only two steps removed from each other, and are close enough that we are now able to have a conversation. This sequence fades before we can talk, though.

Now I'm hanging around my actual house. I'm watching an NBA game while also playing a video game on my tablet. I focus on the TV, and I recognize LeBron James (Heat), Vince Carter (Raptors), Yao Ming (Rockets -- I'm not watching an All-Star game, and yes, the timing is off, for those who follow sports); and when an on-screen "who's on the court now" graphic flashes, one of the forwards is Bob Odenkirk from Mr. Show. Yes, Saul Goodman is somehow holding his own against a bunch of NBA superstars from the 2000's. I will pay money to watch this happen in real life.

I focus on my tablet, and the game I'm playing is World of Warcraft-esque, but now that I focus on the game, I'm transported into the game as an actual character. I'm in a dungeon, a lot like DOS-era Prince of Persia with a lot of stairs winding up in right angles. There is a platform in the middle that holds the sacred... Block of Cheese. Um.

ANYWAYS, a rival wizard is nearby, and I have to prevent him from getting to that cheese before me. But he is more powerful than I am, and in a bid to stall for time, I taunt him and engage him into a belching contest. Just for the record, I am not this crass in person. I briefly turn into Eric Cartman for this contest. I burp a poisonous green gas, while the other wizard burps fire. When our burps collide, it causes an explosion. We keep one-upping each other until finally, the wizard gets really frustrated (I think it's because he's had enough of such childish antics. I know I would've been). Instead of going after the cheese, he teleports next to me, fully intent on destroying me. It's at this time that I got a good look at him, and he resembles Tim the Enchanter from Monty Python. He has his arms raised to annihilate me.

But ah ha! I'm not a wizard. I'm a goddamned Paladin, and as he realizes that he made a mistake of coming within melee range, I catch him in a sticky trap (mocking him in Cartman's voice again) and proceed to pummel him like a punching bag. At one point of my overly-violent behavior, I actually visualize me punching the punching bag in my gym, FPS style, and even pause so I can look at my movelist like I'm in Street Fighter. I wake up.

I'm the worst Paladin ever.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I walked into "my psychiatrist's office," which was actually a house in a suburban neighborhood. I may have walked in through a side door.

I was in something like a side room or a spare room, not a bedroom, but more like a room with random stuff in it. The room was brown, with cheap plywood-panelling on the walls and a scruffy brown and tan carpet.

At first I thought I was all alone in the house. I suddenly became aware that I didn't actually have an appointment with my psychiatrist today. I thought that maybe I'd come into her house while she and everybody else in her family was gone.

But now I heard my psychiatrist talking with a woman. I imagined a woman in maybe her late fifties or early sixties. My psychiatrist was saying goodbye to her.

I now realized that I hadn't had an appointment with my psychiatrist: I'd cancelled it a while back. Now I was just showing up. My psychiatrist would think I was some kind of crazy stalker.

But I was here, and I'd only look worse if my psychiatrist saw me while I was attempting to leave. So I went into the office-room of the house.

The room was in quite a bit of disarray. I might not even have seen my psychiatrist at first. There was a couch running diagonally through the middle of the room, as if it had been pushed away from the wall. There were shelves in various states of dissaray, and piles of stuff on the floor and in an open closet.

Now I saw my psychiatrist. She was pulling some stuff off a set of shelves. I knew that my psychiatrist had decided that since I'd cancelled my appointment for this day, she'd work on cleaning out her office during this period. She was kind of annoyed to see me here, now that she'd set herself to another task. I was afraid she'd even charge me for a session.

But my psychiatrist asked my opinion. She had to think of a Christmas present for some young male in her family. The man was maybe a nephew of hers who was in his mid-twenties.

My psychiatrist had been cleaning out her record collection. To my left there was a wall-width stereo center with shelves filled with records. But my psychiatrist walked to the closet, off to my right. There were even more records in there.

My psychiatrist pointed to a few records. They were in huge plastic security-cases, like compact discs might be in in a store, before you buy them. The record sleeves had yellow backs, like the Deutsche Grammophone CDs of classical music (? - I think). My psychiatrist asked me if I thought her nephew might like those records.

I walked over to the records. My psychiatrist told me that if I liked them I could have them. She said they were by some Asian group (possibly a Vietnamese group). She may have told me how she'd gotten them, and that she wasn't sure whether the music was any good. I may have told her that the group was really good.

I was now watching a music video by the Malaysian pop group A.P.I. I thought I was familiar with the video and the song.

The video was of three members of the band before a white background. But something like a red curtain would often fall down through the middle of the scene. Sometimes it would fill up the whole scene. The curtain had a fabricky look, and it acted like fabric. But it was transparent, like a piece of thin plastic.

At one point, one of the band members, fully engulfed in the orange-red light of the curtain, slid into a close-up shot, either as if he were on some moving platform, or as if the camera, on a dolly, slid toward him. Then he gave a smile to the screen and turned away. The view slid back into a far shot of him.

Dream #2

I was sitting out on the steps of some building, possibly a school. I was with a few other people, "friends" who I don't recognize now. The steps were shallow, maybe only four or five steps up to the top. They were made of an aging, cheap concrete.

I sat on one of the lower steps. An older girl or younger woman sat on a short, curb-like edge to my right. Some more people sat up near the top of the steps. Those people may mostly have been young women or older girls.

Now a little boy ran out the doors at the top of the steps. He saw me and ran to sit by me.

The boy was maybe nine or ten years old. He was really skinny. He had very fair skin, freckles, and pale green or blue eyes. He had hair in a bowl-like, 1970s-style cut, about down to his shoulders. He wore a big, green sweater and dark, slightly loose blue jeans.

The boy seemed to like me a lot. He even seemed to be attracted to me. I may have been attracted to him as well. The boy may have tried to cuddle with me. But I may have been reluctant about letting him cuddle with me. I didn't want to get too aroused by the feeling of his body.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was coming up toward a house. It seemed like something bad must have happened there. I came up to a black iron fence surrounding the house. It was only a few meters away from the door.

Just inside the gate, on some kind of stone walkway up to the front door, were the remains of a squirrel that had been killed. I thought the squirrel had been killed by a human. The squirrel had probably been beheaded and then sliced up the middle, on its underside, like a fish being gutted.

Just in front of the door was a mailbox. The mailbox either stood alone or stood out against the wall. The mailbox itself was really thick and wide.

On top of the mailbox were parts of the killed squirrel. It was probably the squirrel's head, but the head seemed really skinny, and it seemed to be attached to a long, bony thing, covered in fur, and which I thought of as an arm.

I was a little scared by the sight, as if the squirrel pieces meant that some bad scene of carnage was inside, maybe even a human murder scene. But I also thought that perhaps the scene of carnage was what I was here for -- what I was here to see.

I went into the house. The door was a side door, and it opened directly into a side hallway of the house. The floor of the hallway was made of white linoleum tile. I passed a couple rooms that seemed half-finished, kind of like laundry rooms. The hallway was shaped like an upside-down "L," with the base of the "L" turning off to my right.

At the intersection there was a huge pile of crap. The pile itself was huge, but the pieces of crap themselves were enormous. I thought that only an animal would crap on the floor like this. But the crap looked too huge for any domestic animal to make. So I thought maybe a human -- a big human -- crapped on the floor.

I walked into the living room and saw a smaller pile of crap on the pale beige carpet. But the pieces of crap were still so huge that I thought only a human could have made them. I walked around a coffee table and stood in between the coffee table and a couch. An old, clunky TV stood on a TV stand off to my left.

Suddenly a big, black poodle (!) jumped at me, to attack me. It got good height as it jumped over the coffee table, and it would have bitten me in the face. But I slapped it away, knocking it to the carpet, in between the coffee table and the TV stand.

The poodle was no longer vicious. It was like it was my friend, or my own dog. I considered that this dog may have made all the crap that was all over the floor. The dog was huge, especially for a poodle, and it had a kind of fat body. So maybe it could have made huge pieces of crap.

I tapped the dog sharply on its flank with some kind of stick -- maybe a dried, tan bamboo stick? I said, "Turn around!" I wanted to get a look at the dog's anus. If the dog's anus had crap all over it, I'd know that the dog had crapped all over the house.

The dog turned around. I noticed that a lot of the fur all over the dog's body was grey as well as black, as if the dog were getting older.

I spent a couple seconds looking at the dog's anus. It was completely naked, barren of fur, so I saw it alright. It looked totally clean, and pretty small. I thought there was no way the dog could have crapped all over the floor. It's anus was too clean -- and too small. So I still didn't know what -- or who -- had crapped all over the house.

Dream #2

I was possibly watching some sort of television show. There were three Vietnamese or Vietnamese-American children. They stood in some strange, half-indoor, half-outdoor area.

The space felt like a living room somehow, but it also felt like the corridors of some kind of shopping area in a big, Asian city. There was a lot of warm, orange, red, and pink light glowing into the atmosphere.

The children themselves stood behind some kind of wooden bars, like the bars of a nice crib or playpen for babies. The bars met a carpet floor, which stood up on a tiny step, maybe 20cm high. The floor before the step was possibly also carpeted.

The children were a musical group. They had won some kind of singing contest on a Vietnamese talent program. They now had to go to some further kind of televised championship.

But the children were all worried, and they called out, "No! Wait! We can't do it yet!" It was like they'd forgotten their song, or gotten stage fright. They felt like if they went to the championship (which may have only been down the hall) at this moment, they'd screw up their luck and totally ruin their chances.

I was half in the scene and half watching the scene on TV. I wanted to tell the kids that there was no need to worry, that plenty of groups had felt the same way before they'd gone on to their championship performance, but that they'd done just fine.

In fact, I could remember one specific group that was actually Vietnamese as well and had gone through the same emotional difficulties as the children were going through right now. But I couldn't remember the group's name. I tried really hard, but I couldn't remember.

I was now in a big room with my mom. The room was like a living room, but the floor was white, linoleum tile, like in a kitchen. The light was bright and white. The room was huge, and there was barely anything in it except a couch, a TV stand, a TV, and some random clutter, like blankets, so that the place felt very barren.

My mom stood in front of the TV, messing around with something, like she was trying to run a tape in a VCR. I told my mom, "You tell those kids there's nothing to worry about. I know another Vietnamese girl that had the same kind of worries. But she ended up winning. She actually had a great song. I'll show it to you."

I couldn't remember the Vietnamese singer's name. But I pulled my phone out of my pocket, as if I could find her on YouTube and show her to my mom. I thought that, if I just looked for the singer in some random way, I'd probably find her. I could remember the singer's song, and the video, which had a lot of pink, orange, and red atmosphere.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some run-down part of some big town. I was on a block with thin apartment buildings. The outsides of the buildings were grey, like they were either of unpainted cinder block or had their paint chipped off or worn off. It was daytime, and the light seemed kind of yellowy-pale and humid.

I was with a group of people. We all seemed to be in a line, and we were all being directed into one of the apartment complexes. I understood that we had all been sought out by some group and brought here.

I was now with the group that was seeking us out. They were seeking out Russians. But I wasn't a Russian. I had a bad feeling that I was simply part of their operation, kind of disguised as one of the people being sought, but that I was actually helping catch the people and get them confined in this one apartment building.

I was now with a line of Russian men, heading into this apartment building. One of the men in front of me was blonde, with a short haircut and pale skin. We got inside. The door opened directly to a dark, narrow, winding stairwell.

There was some kind of military guy just inside. He looked to be maybe in his 40s, a bit overweight, with a pudgy face, sweaty, and stubble-covered. He wore some kind of camouflage trenchcoat and one of those thick, round hats with the fur lining and earflaps.

I asked the man what I was doing here, what the Russians were here for, and if I really needed to be a part of this. The man raised a finger to his lips and said, "Sh... Just wait here until they're all upstairs. Act like you're going upstairs, too. Then, once they're all upstairs, just leave through the front door. We want to make sure we have them all here for the trial. As long as they think you're going, they'll go, too."

I now felt really terrible -- even though I definitely planned to leave this place as soon as I could. But it was like all the Russians had to think I was going with them, or else they wouldn't go. So I had to trick them into thinking I was going, too. But I wasn't. Why was I helping these military people capture these people?

I didn't quite feel like I could leave. Now that I knew there was going to be a trial, I wanted to see what it was going to be about. So I'd stay for that.

The trial took place in a room on the first floor, just off from the stairwell. The room was short, but kind of wide. It was barren, with dirty, concrete floors and plain, white walls. The light was incandescent, but it also felt cold and barren. There was a group of officials seated at a long folding table to my left. On the other side of the room was a vague group of people. Some were people being judged. Some were attorneys.

Someone had told me, again, that I could come in and see what the trial was all about. They told me that I could actually even help them out with the trial. I didn't want to help out with the trial, but I suddenly found myself doing so.

I stood out on the floor, giving some kind of random speech. I was trying to make myself look like I was defending the Russians. But what I was really doing was making them feel more comfortable, so they'd give up as much information as possible.

Dream #2

There was a man in some part of the world like Vietnam. I'm not sure what the time period was. It seemed like nowadays, or maybe even a little bit into the future. The man had done some spy-like thing, probably against America. He had been discovered. But he was already beginning to make a quick getaway.

The man looked like a stereotypical "Sgt. Rock" type of soldier. He wore a camouflage uniform, a rounded helmet with something like netting over it, and he had a muscular face and stubble. He may even have been smoking a cigarette.

The man was now getting into something like a spaceship. It was right next to some kind of hut on stilts. The spaceship looked like an old, 1950s style rocket, with the elliptical body and tailfins and everything. But it was made of some really silvery material.

The man had climbed into some kind of side door or hatch high up on the ship, possibly via some high window, or even the roof, of the hut. There were now a lot of rushing and booming sounds.

The space shuttle seemed to be lifting off. But now an Asian-looking woman, who was actually a spy for the American side, was calling out the window of the hut for the man. She had been assigned to get him back so that the Americans could put him on trial for whatever his spy activity had been. So she was pretending that she loved him and she didn't want him to go.

At this point I may have seen from the man's point of view. The woman seemed huge, like she was stretching all the way up into the air to pull me down. Her cries also seemed really terrifying somehow, like supernatural moans. For some reason, either I or the soldier decided to stay, since the woman loved either me or the soldier.

Dream #3

There were a group of people trying to fight some kind of alien menace. I'm not really sure what it was. The group was maybe a couple of guys and a girl.

One of the guys was separated from the rest of the group. He ended up finding the body of a woman who was thought to be in on the aliens' plans. But he didn't know that his discovery of the woman's body was planned.

The woman was actually an alien. The aliens were actually like robots. But the robots were made out of this purple mold, which was something like a living machine that could shape itself in various ways.

The man had done something to the woman, possibly cutting her open with a scalpel for some reason. A piece of the purple mold squirted out of the woman's body and onto the man's left eye.

The man didn't pay it any attention: it wasn't much. But the mold worked its way behind the man's eye and into his brain. I knew this meant that the mold would proliferate in the man's brain and body, eventually turning him into a robot.

Later the rest of the man's group would (or did?) find the man. They would (or did) think, wrongly, that the man was fine, when he actually was an alien robot, ready to spread the mold into other human bodies.

Going to bed 1:00-1:30
Goals: Detailed recall
5:08 Just rem talking to jess, maybe her bro to, i think about a song, i rem the number 3 being significatnt

6:36 I just rem being in a restaurnant and waiting for something in particular to be out on this buffett table. I just rem watching it as an employee goes back and fourth between there and some room adding more to the table each time.

8:20 Had a dream i was standing in line for something school realated, the line is quite long and where i am standing the only person i recognize is janade from a long time ago. In the dream i think her name is sarah. I tell her, last night i dreamt this exact scene, standing in line and you being here.

9:OO Briefly Exploring the Dreamworld Me and jesicas brother are in school for a class, somehow i become lucid. I dont think i tell him or anything, in the dream it felt like i had dreamed this scenario already so i knew it was a dream. This dream shifts like crazy, sometimes i just think of where i want to go or what i want to do and its happening. This actually made it quite difficult to remember and piece together but i gave it my best shot.

I leave the school and i am outside in the dark down the street from my house, a small walkway leads down from the entrance of the school to my street, people here and there on the walkway. The dream is shifting like crazy and i dont even rem traveling most of the time, im just somewhere new. i get to my house and go inside, i tell my brother im dreaming. The dream shifts and i rem being in like vietnam or something with some local, dude with black shirt dark skin dark hair, and we are in a house that is collapsing, the house has a giant beam in the center, Firs the center room falls in like a sink hole, then rooms on each side of the house, we run out of the house and hide for a bit from people passing by a road, they look like refugees or something and give us weird looks when they see us.

we hide under a food trough protected by many plants it has a red dead redemption feel to it. just sand all around and montains in the distance, inside of the fence around the house everything has kind of a tropical feel, outside the fence is more like west texas or something. We get up just as a girl passes and follow her down into a valley. She is telling us something and trying to help us, she wants to give us something but i cant rem what. Down in the valley the local left and i rem standing with that girl and her horse i think. She had changed in appearance from before, first she had dark skin and dark hair and was somewhat attractive, now much lighter skin and hair and kind of strange looking.

I randomly start kissing her when we are down there, it was weird i just walk up to her, she looks at me and i think gets ready to say something when i start kissing her. i rem her mouth and tongue felt really cold and tasted quite strange, it grossed me out, so i quickly stopped, she kept trying to kiss more and i kind of had to push her away. I stop and she tells me about something but i dont really pay attention. The dream shifts and I end up back home and tell my bro we are dreaming again, that i have been in a dream for a while now and i try to remember some of it. I sit down, in the floor in my room, in lotus to meditate and try to rem but im too excited and quickly get back up.

I get up thinking i want to smoke, i ask my bro if he does, he says yes, i go into my room and get some weed, it looks like good stuff but pretty much the same as what i have in waking life, i ask my bro what does it feel like to be a dream character, he says something like, hmm idk what did i say last time you asked. i start to break some weed up but before i finish i change my mind and go outside. When i walk outside it is like a theme park, there is a ferris wheel in the distance, some other rides on each side, and many people walking around, it is beautiful outside, sun is shining, sky is blue, i seem to be standing on some sort of boardwalk.

I want to ride a skateboard and without even finding one i start riding, i go across this wooden bridge that takes me down to some area lower in the park almost like a parking area, i think about trying some tricks but dont because im afraid of hurting myself, I lose the skateboard and walk down a small road towards a building. i rem going inside the building with, theres an escalator. I ride the escalator down into some room, there are people behind a counter up front and people sitting in rows on either side, it reminds me of jury duty, the room is blue and grey.

Cant rem what i did in there, i rem going back up the escalator when somehow the dream shifts and im back in the neighborhood, i head towards my yard and start thinking of dream goals, I decide to eat something so i go to my neghbors tree and look for fruit on the ground, now its dark outside, i rem tripping out at the way the dreamtrees looked at night, i pick up a smal black fruit but its also juicy like its already been bitten into so i throw it in the street. i go into my yard, its day now and pick up a small blackish blue rock and eat it, it cracks in half with very little pressure in my mouth and becomes chalky, it tastes terrible, i spit it out.

I end up back inside, i rem one time thinking about my real body, when i did this the scene got very yellow, like yellow spots were bursting into my vision, but i was able to stabilize in time by rubbing something that was randomly in my hand, i rem a small rock. I rem going out into the study and there being a random dc there, light skin, i think maybe red or light brown hair, looks anywhere from 16 to my age. For whatever reason i start trying to manifest a gun to shoot him with. First i use my fingers and make sound effects, then i rem the airsoft guns out there, i pick up one and pretend it is real,, i pretend to shoot the guy, it no longer appears i am holding an airsoft gun, just my hand. I shoot him and he falls back as if he was faking getting hit.

I try to summon a sword by stretching out my hand and imaginging it but it doesnt work. I head back to my room. I rem my bro sitting in my room and im trying to teleport from one side of the room to the other. I try imagining viewing the scene from a different spot. It doesnt work so i try to teleport behind him. I pretend to start running and then i blink but it didnt work. I sit down and my sister comes in. I tell her ive been dreaming for a long time, im afraid i wont be able to rem it all but i dont want to wake up. I tried recapping everything in my head. Now no body is in the room with me, i decide to look at my dream jorurnal, i pull it up, and lay down on my bed.

the dj looks pretty close to waking life except my list of goals is longer and the print is bold in certain spots. The window is also much bigger than i usually have it. I dont rem what goals are listed but i rem when i read them they all seemed correct. I rem thinking about how stable the text is despite people often saying its hard to read in dreams. I was going to try and write this entry now, in dream, so i could rem better when i wake but I start to see yellow spots again and before you know it im staring at my eyelids