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Peeing all over the restroom

(I'm overcoming shy bladder irl so that bleeds into my dreams)
I was in a restroom of a market I was shopping at when for whatever reason, I decided that I was going to pee all over the entire bathroom. I was peeing for so long that I started peeing out air, then tiny pee bubbles filled the whole room up. I tried to leave but all of the bubbles were hitting my face so I have to stop moving. Grossed out I figured the only way to leave was to teleport out back into my car, so I did.
Thankfully I didnt actually pee myself irl

Rained out at work.

I was sitting on a bench at work(I work construction so it was outside and mostly dirt)when it started raining.
I tried to hide from the rain drops but it wasn't working, it was picking up. I ran to the nearest building to take shelter. Inside it was really dark and I could see a woman laying down in a bed, trying to be polite I ignored her and found myself a chair to sit in.
"hey!" the woman shouted
I glance over to her.
"do you wanna..." She starts wiggling her tongue in the air.
"No." I try not to interpret what she's implying
"That's alright, you'd be surprised how many guys would."

Apartment complex raid

I woke up to a commotion outside my apartment and ran over to the window. (I'm on the second floor.)
There was a group of trouble makers outside with chemicals and a sprayer. I grabbed a couple of heavy drinking glasses and ran outside. They were on their way up the staircase when I threatened to pelt them with the glasses.
They backed off but continued their shenanigans elsewhere. I wrote down one of their names.
Some time passed and I can't remember everything that happened, I was talking about someone who got in a wreck to someone else.
I went back outside and saw they were still causing trouble. At this point I thought they were probably going to kill someone with what they were doing so I threw the glasses as a warning. They shattered on the ground outside but it didn't deter them. I went back inside and was thinking I was going to have to get a gun or something, instead I fell asleep.

Escape Room?

I woke up and immediately did the nose pinch and became lucid.
"Okay don't think about the fact that I'm dreaming too much. Just go outside the room"
It was pretty dark but I could make the door out, there were two padlocks on it that I chose to ignore.
I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. I started losing control, I couldn't even move my arm to open the door anymore.
I looked back at the door and acknowledged the two pad locks and I was able to reach over to them and pull them off, after doing so I was allowed to open the door.
On the other side were three other doors and a hallway. Each of the doors had a 3 by 4 grid of numbers and other contractions on them. I decided it was best to ignore it and move on. Down the hallway was a gym. I flew up and grabbed onto the net of a basketball hoop. gravity was doing its best to bring me back down so I landed. I did a couple jumps and I landed back down every time instead of flying like I wanted. I had to jump then hold my breath to stay in the air.
As I flew down the next hallway the dream began dissolving.
I reached out in front of myself and looked at my hand and fingers, beginning to spin around noticing the changing background. It brought the dream clarity back.
I saw a mirror as I was flying and looked into it, I saw a very realistic version of myself in skydiving pose. Following me like a normal mirror would but I was in sitting position while flying.
"I gotta get more points somehow"
I saw a gas station shelf and ran over to it and found a variety of wrapped foods. I picked up a everything bagel flavored soft pretzel in a blue plastic wrapper, tore the packaging off and began eating it.
It tasted very good and for a moment I thought about trying to breathe it in and see what happens but decided I didn't care to find out.
Started walking away and saying "Store this dream in my long term memory please!" a couple times hoping i would remember everything I've done so far. I repeated the phrase a couple more time as I was walking and the dream faded away faster than I could stabilize. I woke up.

Sleep: 10:45PM-6:30AM (7h45m)
Detail: 151 words.

Moonwalking:
I'm at an office that resembles my actual workplace, though it seems more like an inspiration than a carbon copy.
There is a bin with some black socks in it, and I'm pulling a pair out and putting them on.
Now I am moonwalking for a small crowd of coworkers. JW from high school marching band and my friend PG are among the crowd.
They seem to enjoy the show.
...
I'm looking around for a place to put my laptop down and work.
I find a cube just over by where the bin was, and setup.
My boss, SS, comes by and I realize I'm wearing my orange Game Grumps pajama pants.
I tell him good morning and hope he doesn't notice the pants.
For some reason, I decide that I should investigate whether there is a better place to setup, so I start to wander.
I find a cafeteria-like area.

Back in Stettler. Had barely any dreams for a couple days. I had lots of non lucids but I forgot many details.

Jamie 1

Just Jamie standing on a road by a mountain or something, she was looking at me and said, " I'm a lesbian now." And smirked as if I might like it or hate it.


Really? This again? Safe to say as usual if I dream of her like this it's because of some demon interference or influence. In the voice we've had our issues lately but we keep pushing through.

I wake up and pray for Jesus to help us with the dream problems..

Jesus

Jesus is with us but he looks annoyed with us. Maybe jokingly? Not sure.

Work

I was somewhere with people and ran into the lady who runs out of the box. Just a brief conversation with me saying I'd like to be on call again.

Jamie 2

I was walking with Jamie by some random buildings we seemed back to normal. I was talking but I kept messing up my words. Jamie questioned me about what I said. I told her when I'm tired I sometimes mess up my words. Or when I'm nervous.


Hopefully the dreams improve.

Well, I keep going to bed late and having a long time to fall asleep. I keep waking up for the washroom but somehow managed to have a couple dreams.

Jamie

Just a dream with Jamie in it. I can't recall what. Just that she was good and being affectionate. Can't complain

This in conjunction with the other morning we both seemed to sense one another strongly. It was really nice. seemed to talk all morning.

oops

A dream about the other co worker in cochrane. He was crying and seemed upset that I didn't want to work with them anymore.

Complicated situation: If they want to deduct pay based on food and sleeping for 6 nights at their place, they should have mentioned that beforehand and not wait until payday. Next asshole that pulls that on me I'll call the labor board or a small claims court.

A canyon-like setting, rocky with little vegetation. I’m seeing events play out in third person. A man called Xeno lives in a house there with his wife, and others live there as well. It seems as if they’re his students or something of the sort. He knows that the area is about to flood and that there aren’t enough people there to do the necessary work to keep the house safe, and so he raises a man from the dead to make a zombie to help. He talks with the man, who doesn’t look visibly dead and seems rather like a sleepwalker. At one point, the man says, “I like unimaginative nightmares.” I’m not sure if there was a context for this or not….

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I’m standing in a long line outside of a restaurant, waiting to get in. For a long time, the line doesn’t move, and I’m just about ready to leave and go somewhere else, but then it does start moving - and pretty fast at that - and doesn’t stop, so that I’m inside just about as fast as I can walk.

Once inside, somebody I know calls me over to her table, and I sit down across from her. She indicates the table next to us, on the left - nobody is there now, but there are a couple shopping bags on the booth seating. She says that my Aunt O is sitting at that table, and they were talking earlier. She obviously has no idea that this is not something I’d be all that happy about. I wonder - should I warn her about some of the things she’s done to me and said about me to others? That doesn’t seem right, though - like I wouldn’t be giving my friend the chance to make her own first impression.

The dream changes to a view of a line drawing, kind of like a manga page but not really in the right kind of art style, showing a full-body picture of smiling woman. The title of the book was: Love Brings Us Home.


22.1.25

I’m in a school, waiting for a colleague to arrive. He’s supposed to be here subbing for the person I’d usually be working with. I’ve never met him before, and all I know about him is that his name is Rishab.

Through the end-of-school-day crowds, I see a dark-skinned young man wearing what I can tell even from a distance is one of the bright green company t-shirts. I wave at him, trying to get his attention. He sees and comes over to me, and I tell him to follow me to the room where we need to set up.

I realize that we’re going to go right past where my Aunt B is, so I stop to check on her. She’s been here for a while - I couldn’t get her to go lie down. I say something to her, but she just sits there staring and doesn’t answer. I am concerned - so is Rishab, and a couple others who are in the room.

1.2.25


Part of a longer dream. I’m in a school, walking students to the door to meet their parents alongside someone else. Mostly notable in that, at one point, the perspective switches to that other person, so I can briefly see myself from behind. I’m wearing black cotton trousers, a pink tank top, and a black cap - all modeled off of clothing I actually have, although I wouldn’t ordinarily be wearing it to work - and my hair is in a braid down my back. It switches back and stays that way for the rest of the dream, as far as I remember. A student’s mother is already there at the door waiting for her. One of them is called Britney, although I can’t remember now whether it was the mother or the student….

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I’m in a grocery store, or something that’s supposed to be one. It really seems more like an outdoor market that just happens to be inside, if that makes sense. Various things happen which may or may not have been interesting, but at some point I become aware that I’m dreaming. Possibly before I get into a conversation with a man there, although I think this is one of those cases where the realization didn’t happen all at once.

He was the one who started the conversation with me, I’m pretty sure. A heavyset man, maybe in his 40s or 50s, with dark skin - so black it’s almost bluish. I don’t remember exactly what he was wearing - just an impression of bright colors and complexity.

He expresses concern about me. (This may have had some connection to the dream, but definitely had a foundation in waking life, as I’d probably spent most of the night trying to find a sleeping position that didn’t hurt to lie in. Kind of a long story, but it boils down to a bad reaction to a food additive combining with chronic back issues and developing into neck and shoulder pain. So no, it hasn’t been a good week.) I tell him it’s no big deal. I’m not going to let it get to me, and I know I’ll be feeling a lot better if I can just get out to dance this weekend. He seems skeptical that it could really be that significant, saying something about people just going out now and then for a night dancing to top-40 stuff. I reply that maybe that’s how it is some places, for some people - maybe even the way it is for most people, for all I know - but that’s a totally different world from the one I’m familiar with. And I have no idea what’s even in the top 40 now, and I bet that’s probably true for most people over 30. He laughs, as if to say that, yeah, I’ve got him there.

From there, the conversation turns to the Grammys, and in an oblique dream logic move to award shows in general, which I profess to be meaningless. He agrees overall, but adds that there are exceptions - he mentions actors who fit their roles so well that from that point on, people don’t think about them apart from the role. This strikes the by now definitely lucid me as having some special significance that I ought to make a point of remembering.

At some point we get up from where we’re sitting and part ways. I walk around, just looking at my surroundings, and I soon find myself in a relatively open area, where I spend a couple minutes just messing around, running and jumping higher and longer than a person could do outside of a dream. But then I decide I’d really rather go somewhere else and walk through a wall. Usually I just go straight through them, but this one turns out to have kind of a gooey texture, a little like raw bread dough, and so I have to push my way through.

I find myself in utter darkness on the other side. But I know what to do in a situation like this: just keep on going, and keep my other senses as engaged as possible. I walk. The air is a little cold here, and I feel cold water around my feet, which becomes deeper as I go. I sing the first thing that comes to mind, which happens to be:


Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again.


Lyrics appear out of the darkness - not in space, but in my mind’s eye, which just happens to be indistinguishable from it right now. They appear one line at a time, spelled out in large letters in a vivid orange, and I treat them kind of as a karaoke prompt - although I only realized after waking up that what appeared weren’t the actual lyrics, and by then I could no longer remember anything specific about them. Waking up to a body in pain definitely does not help with dream recall.

Eventually, I can see my surroundings again. I’m now in a corridor with an industrial back area feel to it. No windows - only metal doors in metal walls. I walk along and push open a door that’s already ajar. The room inside has tables set up in a horseshoe shape like an office boardroom, although it looks like some kind of storage room otherwise, and isn’t quite big enough to fit the tables comfortably. A couple people are sitting there. One of them tells me that I’m not allowed in there. Fair enough - I continue down the hallway and try another door.

This one appears to be a classroom - there’s a long whiteboard along one wall with writing and drawings in black marker all over it, although, similar to the other room, it looks more like some kind of storage space that just happens to be set up as a classroom. Students are seated on the floor facing the board, and there are a number of free-standing shelves on the other side of the room, which is much larger than the first one. I notice a drawing on the board showing an octave’s worth of piano keys. Maybe this is some kind of music class - this could be interesting. I ask one of the men who seem to be teachers there if I can sit in on it, and he says yes, so I go in.

I take a closer look at the shelves, as it looks like they’re not quite ready to start the lesson just yet. It occurs to me that it could be a good idea to have something to make notes with, so I make a pencil materialize, but before I can do a notebook as well, the lecture begins, so I go over to where the students are to sit down. I wake up soon after that, though.

6.2.24

The basic scenario of the dream seems to be that because one of the classes that JT and I are responsible for is on a trip to a nearby city for a week - one about an hour's drive away - we have to go there as well. There are some scenes of travel, with last part of the journey seemingly being via helicopter. There are some interactions with the guy piloting it that I can no longer recall.

While there, we meet up with a number of other people who belong to our organization - not based on real people, but in the context of the dream, they are supposed to be people I usually only see a couple times a year, for training and such, since they’re based in a different region. One of these is a young man with blond, spiky hair and tattoos all over his arms, including some that depict Baby Mario’s origin story (making this the third inexplicable Mario reference in not very long, especially inexplicable in this case since I don’t actually know the story, and it was probably just something my dreaming mind invented). We've apparently gotten along well on the occasions we’ve met previously, and at some point, he says that if I’d like, I can stay over at his place for evolution sometime.

I am initially confused by this and run through a couple possibilities of what he could mean until I “remember” that Evolution is the name of a party with a somewhat notorious reputation that happens around here. “Let’s talk about it later,” I say. (In the dream, there are clearly no romantic implications to this exchange.)

The classroom where JT’s and my students are is in a large building, on an upper floor. It seems to have been made to be difficult to find, with a number of entrances camouflaged into an ornate wall. Inside, it looks almost like some kind of laboratory. The students are already there - mine, anyway. JT and his are in an adjoining room. There are a number of scenes here where nothing very definite or memorable happens, although at some point, JT comes by in a wheelchair. I’m concerned and ask him what happened, but he seems brusque and doesn’t acknowledge that anything is wrong. OK, so he doesn’t want to talk about it. I won’t push it.

21.12.24

My dream environment changed to my previous job location. I recognize the shift as it was occurring and gained lucidity from it. I walk around analyzing the carpet and desk. I confirmed to myself that this is the area of the job I had earlier this year. That's when I notice other people sitting down conversing with one another. It looks like your typical board meeting. I eventually saw someone I knew and began talking with her about how I knew this was a dream.

During the conversation I eventually lost lucidity.

I dreamed about working at the festival Amsterdam again but with my friend from Belgium. Halfway through the dream I suddenly work at a fancy restaurant in Paris similar to the one from The Bear (idk I haven't seen the show yet) and Rihanna casually visits talking in Dutch about her being allergic to "tonggoed" We hang out with her for a while. I then play Football with the staff's children inside the restaurant after hours and every time I ALMOST hit a valuable statue or lamp with the ball but ultimately miss

I was once again criticising the nonsense being posted on LinkedIn, just to get approached by Disney to be working on their next cartoon which was gonna be super abstract "inspired by that recent vaporwave trend", kinda Regular Show type of episodes.

Imagine my disappointment as I woke up in my tent realising it was a dream T_T

Dorm Room:
I'm with G from work and I'm helping him with AI. We are in my dorm from college.
I try to tell him what to do, but he won't listen.
He has grocery store donuts at his desk.
He's trying to make superhero AI porn.
Me and my girlfriend are looking at the dorm as a place to live. Generally looks dingy.

Stripping Process:
I'm walking in my waking life local downtown area towards Oregano's pizzeria.
I'm with my girlfriend's family. We've just picked her up. She's back from travel.
We go into the pizzeria building on the corner, but when we get inside it is my childhood home.
I decide I need to take a shower, so I head downstairs towards the laundry room.
As I'm stripping down, the names of process specifications from work are going through my head.
I'm reviewing them, and looking for one in particular.

The United States of Not In This Room:
Now I'm watching Markiplier play some Five Nights At Freddy's-like game.
There is an inventory at the top of the screen, with two cupcake icons taking up two out of five slots.
The cupcakes can be used to determine if one of the monsters is currently hiding the room.
I think about the strategy of that, about whether it makes sense to cover up two slots in exchange for that ability.
Mark decides to use one, and it indicates that the room is safe.
"Welcome to the United States of NOT IN THIS ROOOOOOOOOOM!" says Mark with his typical lively delivery.


Hello my name is Markiplier and I'm in your dream now.

Fragment:
I'm with J from work. He's excitedly showing me some drilled holes in an assembly.
He's excited because they are super smooth.

Had my first two shifts at work yesterday.

I dreamed I was still working and that there was a basement where guests could visit too, getting offered drinks and such.

Hazy Maze Cave:
I'm in a large space reminiscent of hazy maze cave from Super Mario 64.
I'm with Azula, Mai and Ty Lee from Avatar the Last Airbender.
I've won a battle and hooking up with Azula is the prize. Fairly vivid.
…
Elsewhere in the cave there is another large open section with more openings on the left and the right. The further one has a portal or time-related effect. Stuck in time.
I find some old stuff of mine there.
…
I’m leaving my car and walking through the parking lot to get to work. There is an escort standing by the turnstile with some pen and paper. She wants to give me her name and number.
I already have a sheet of paper and make a weak excuse. She fills her's out instead.
My hands are full with stuff and I finally struggle through the turnstile. My coworker B’s wife, J, asks me if I have my ant colony and my ant friend with me.
I quickly say yes, but then realize I don’t. Annoyed, I make my way back through the turnstile and head to my car.

The Body Snatcher:
I’m at work and there is a horror movie scenario going in.
There is a body snatcher or imitator alien infecting my coworkers. Similar to gameplay I’ve been watching recently.
J from my old work group is upstairs in my current building.
He is acting off. I suspect him of being the body snatcher or affected by it.

Fragment:
I'm outside and there is an army invasion.
I have a vague understanding that the attackers are from the government, in other words, betraying the people.
It’s dark and scary. The army men look fit and uniformed in dark. Helmets cover their faces.

Swamp Assignment:
I'm at work forwarding an email to my boss.
It’s from another team. They are complaining that they have to buy a motorboat for the swamp assignment. They've already had to buy other swamp equipment like a bucket and want more budget.
I'm concerned that my boss may have already been on the chain, and I might annoy him with making him see it twice. Also concerned about his jet lag.
…
I'm in a grassy place in the wild all alone. There are tall reeds where I suspect there is water.
There is a bookshelf with Harry Potter books. I look through them and notice that the book style doesn't have the colored metallic letters that I like.
I see some girls nearby and wonder if they are Harry Potter fans.
There are some shower-like areas nearby. They are built into a free-standing rock structure.
I reason that we are meant to choose a book and go to the shower to read it.

Fragment:
Chase sequence in a parking structure.

Fragment:
False awakening where I cant open my eyes all the way. I notice some seductive princess themed merchandise on my side table. The wrappers are pink.