I am in a suburban area. The world has changed. Some major climate catastrophes have occurred. Governments have been disbanded. People have formed into bands of like-minded survivalists. You can go anywhere, but at your own risk. Some have taken over whats left of stores. Everything is on the Barter system. At some point I end up in a series of caves. There is a large room in the center with pillars in it. A large group of people are in the room. We find a three dimensional device made

I am fighting someone but there is another who is going after him, so I do not want to reveal my secret. I fight tediously with my right hand and eventually beat him, but the second person's leader tells him to stop and that this is enough. I keep trying to see if I can assassinate the leader, but he seems to stay the perfect distance and knows about my one meter kill radius. I am astonished and tell my sister about this.

I am wandering around an area and mistake a dream character for Sora from NGNL. I ask him some questions but he brushes me off rudely, and later tells me that he is Wuliuqi, the main character of Scissor Seven. I then see a group of rough looking lumberjack people, but they tell me to look closer to see who they really are. I use my analysis skills and their plain clothes change into neatly knitted sweaters, with nearly half wearing Christmas and the other wearing Halloween outfits, with two or

I am fighting a walking wolf who wears clothing and another man, but doing fantastically. They try pulling me backwards and end up in an awkward position where the wolf is leaning too close to me and I am leaning on the man. We laugh at this situation and the problem is resolved rather nicely.

The Jam were playing on a street and as I talked to Rick Buttler the drummer and it emerged that we supported the same football team. It was strange that we had not met there before. People were wearing face masks and Kraftwerk were also playing on the street. 

I was at work and had run up against a problem of an alarmed and coded front door, and was looking through a manual to find the sequence of numbers or how to reset then the number, alongside doing all my tasks. It was nearly midnight which is a very odd time for me to be working. 

I was staying with a friend at his house. Now, he was a bit of an eccentric and so his house was set up like a supermarket with long corridors stacked with shelves and come to think of it,  maybe the set up was that he paid rent to live in the freezer section? What a setup! I was staying with him and one morning I got out of bed and was walking an aisle to find a washing machine to put some dirty clothes. 

I was playing football against an American team and they were so poor my side won 4-1. Then I was with a friend at a hospital and looking at a wall where there are all kinds of counseling venues written down. I was thinking of asking how I may apply for a few sessions. 

        Night of June 21, 2020. Sunday.         Dream #: 19,543-14. Reading time: 26 sec.         In a vivid segment, in a mostly featureless room, a Chinese man in a traditional long gown walks into the scene and remains motionless for a time. He seems very cheerful and benign.         Surprisingly, a big crab crawls out from under his gown, moving smoothly and quickly at first, but then slowing down when appro

Jill and I were at a university campus inside a building. It might have been an apartment. I heard that Stephen Miller was going to speak there. I asked Jill for her recently purchased handgun. She showed me a small revolver on a table. I said I was going to kill him because he's a white supremacist. I imagined how I'd do it. If I could get close, I could reach through the crowd. But I thought a better way would be from a roof. I wondered if a handgun could be accurate from that dista

I am working back at the EI again. Only now it is owned by my Uncle Rusty and other investors that are close to the family. Someone hands me two dollars in dimes and asks me to go get some nickels for a player. I go to this odd looking chance machine. I put the first dollar of dimes in the place where the nickels are suppose to be loaded instead. I watch them dropping in this circular thing on the left side of the machine. It is see through and I watch them fall in. I think to myself, “someone

I was showing Bowen some of my drone sketches, flipping through the pages and describing what was on them. He was not really paying attention though, which I found kind of irritating. The cool thing though was that my drone sketches were rendered with marker and looked really awesome. In real life I rarely render them, leaving them at the linework stage most of the time. This actually kind of inspires me to render them.... I had a lot of fun with marker rendering in Darren's class and I

        Morning of March 24, 1992. Tuesday.         Dream #: 9,227-02. Reading time (optimized): 30 sec.         I am planning to fish in the Black River in the late morning, but the area is not the same as in waking life. There is a long pier that I use to walk out onto a roofed platform. As well as the usual fishing tackle, my small metal tackle box also contains coins. One coin is a 1916 Mercury dime. (Note that the coin's en

I tried to sit down at a table withi Bowen and some others. I don't remember how, but the whole process of actually sitting down there was a bit awkward. I ened up sitting at the near end of the table. I was drawing. There was someone else sitting there to the right of me who was also drawing. We were drawing similarly themed things, inspired by some artist with a European last amname (Markovic or something like that). The art had a theme of many repeating cartoony sort of images involving b

        Morning of February 1, 2007. Thursday.         Dream #: 14,654-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.         I am managing a Mold-a-Rama station (in an unknown location) that produces small wax animal figures. An unfamiliar man who had been driving a pickup truck comes in with his wife and at least two children. He puts money into the machine to get a gray rhinoceros. (This event stems from the alteration of a waking-life mem

I am seated at a table in a victorian-style room filled with fancy, white furniture. There is a chubby, greasy man on the other side. Apparently, he is my business partner, although we appear to be having some kind of disagreement. We had planned a trading voyage through uncharted waters, and he is now refusing to accompany me. The man claims such a trip would be certain death. As he storms out of the room, he tells me that I can risk my life as I please, but he will have no part in it. 

I am getting on and off an elevator which leads to different floors. The floors look different when I get off of them. I end up in different families homes. The last family a woman was there. She seemed very pleased to see me. A dark man was there. He asked something about why I was there. He seemed a bit threatened by my being there. I am back outside the elevator again. I'm in what feels like a parking garage. I am explaining to an invisible presence how to get on the elevator, push a

I become lucid and after the finger through palm check I ask Virsieras what her secret she wanted to tell me was. She bashfully replies that she's in love with me. I brush it off before I do a double check and ask:" HUH? THAT's your secret?!"

I had this dream the same night I had the one where I was back in school, 9-3-16, but it was so long that I had to put it on a separate post:   I'm walking through the downtown Lexington area and see everything I'm supposed to see:  library, courthouse, etc.  but there's only a little bit of traffic, so I guess it's on a Sunday or I'm foreseeing the Covid-19 virus.  I'm not sure what season it is, but it's still warm, and the sun is going dow

        Morning of June 21, 2020. Sunday.         Dream #: 19,543-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.         My dream's setting implies our present home, though most of the scene is undefined. The scenario enters a typical pre-liminal mediation as a wall mediation of the "insect coming through the wall" variety, though which is not that common other than in some post-hypnagogic modes.         I a