SpaceshipMe
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No WBTB. Almost didn't recall it. Thank the skies for dream delving.

Dream (1): I was at home with my mom, and she was itching to go on a ride to an amusement park. Only problem was, my brother and I had (at some previous time) already been to that amusement park, and had little money left for another go. But, mom was persistent, so finally we lamented and went outside. We were greeted by moonlight. It was evening. We persisted. Looking back to my house, I was surprised to find it on the second floor of a building, though we had just walked upstairs to exit it. Mom for a second thought I had left the light or the stove or some other bill amassed, but I assured her I didn't. Finally, the bus to take us to the amusement park pulled up, but at the last second my brother said he didn't have money for the bus and so would be going home. We persisted.

While on the bus, I saw this ad for a pink elephant statue that was demolished and replaced with a bench. I then looked over to mom, who looked furtive, and told her we don't have to go to the amusement park. I'm perfectly fine going anywhere else. I proposed going to a nearby park. Once convinced, the bus let us off to show us that very park. Looking up at the sky, it was a bright pale morning. I was about to proceed in when someone called my name from behind me, and saw a bunch of my friends in a few disparate groups all pulling up to the park at the same time. I dapped them up and fumbled my way through a quip.

Fragments (2): I was cleaning my old house's bathroom and blasting FD Signifier. Exactly when my roommate came home, he started talking about religion, so I turned it off.

I was in my school's cafeteria just trying to eat. However, the only free seat was next to this really annoying kid. Thankfully, they didn't prove annoying in the dream, but behind me, I heard a commotion, which evolved into these two ladies grappling behind me. A teacher came in to break up the kerfuffle, and I just tried to keep my head down and eat.

Daytime Practices: RC Good, Meditation Brief, Prospective Memory 0

Total Points: 4.5

No-Alarm WBTB. To bed 22:00, est sleep around 22:40, 1 WBTB at 2:30.

Dream 1:
I was in my old school in this dream. It was the second building with a few modifications. The plexiglass roof that shielded the exit of the garage now stretched across the outside lawn entirely. I stood on this roof, working as a cleaner for the school. My mom was also working as a cleaner atop this roof. Below us, two kids were talking with my mom. She gave one of the kids the sage advice of either going all in on doing LSD or quitting and learning how to backflip without it. I was coming down now, and the younger kid proudly told me she could read sheet music, (IWL, she can't). I asked her to demonstrate, finding a notebook with sheet music in my hand. I looked at the sheet music myself, and thought it weird. It wasn't like any of the notes I had seen. I reasoned that it was probably just too advanced for me, and moved on with the dream.

Once down from the glass, I made my way up a long flight of stairs holding a cup that refused to be stable. I tried my best to steady my hand, but it overspilled regardless. Thankfully, the janitor was upstairs, so I asked her for a mop or rag to clean the mess. She obliges and that scene escapes me.

I'm once again in the stairwell, and talking with friends. I find myself shirtless, and one of my friends says they'd want to be shirtless too but they're too anxious for it. I try to convince them that they shouldn't worry about it, and they need more confidence generally in their life. That's the last thing I recall before waking up.

Dream 2 (recalled upon my true waking):
I was playing Minecraft and happened upon an abandoned village. I wanted to reset but someone in my ear told me this might still be playable if they have hay. They did not, infact the only food they had was a bucket of cake. I remark that a speedrunner can't survive off one cake, however I could make use of a bucket.

The dream then changes into me at a real supermarket staring at a real bucket. I don't take note of this. My mission at the supermarket, it seems to me, is to steal this item in the third aisle. However, there is a manager hawking that area. I quickly find out this manager moves like a video game character, so through some tricky movement, I clip them on a wall and hurry out of the establishment, going right across the street to a bike dealership.

I do try to steal a bike first. But two well-dressed persons sitting behind a podium advise against it. I then went up to ask them if I could have it for free, but they didn't speak English. Suddenly, a woman walks in behind me, and translates my wish for me. Upon her speaking, I recognize the language as Spanish and try to speak Portuguese to the male dealer. He looks disgusted at my mere attempt. When I finally get the bike, he leaves me with the pearl "Before you speak, think about the full sentence. It'll take 5 seconds at most as opposed to your 15 second stumbling." I promptly leave and thank the woman.

Getting back into the flow of dream journalling, I'm reminded just how much friction there is before you actually decide to write the dream. I have the memory of recalling more, but this is all I managed to get down this morning.

I was in school, drawing, when my old principal walked in the room. He danced around it for a second, but eventually told me that I was allowed to doodle since I had a good record. My classmates were not a fan of this development, but they had little say in the matter.

Later on, in a church-like room, I walked up to a vacant piano and started playing jazz (a genre I don't play iwl). A family-friend of mine played drums in the background to accompany me. My mind now clued me into the fact that I never learned how to play this, and I was dimly aware of the unlikelihood of me hitting harmonic chords every time. I tried to move my LH to play some random keys too, but no signs of discordant music. The music was pleasant. After I finished, the same principal came up to congratulate me and ushered me back to a seat.

Later on, I was in this convenience store dining hall esque area. I knew somehow that this was a secret room of the school. The dining hall has a fridge that I walk up to. Inside the fridge is a stainless steel artifice, circular in shape, made from several components. I knew it to be a heater, and tried to jerry-rig it for some reason, but the moment I tried it, brilliant flashes of yellow electricity shot through the room.

And that's all I wrote.