Dreams Dimension – Austin Bunton Designs

You aren’t just imagining or ‘processing’ things when you dream.

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Table of Contents:

Introduction
Some of Auz’s Dreams
Dated Dream-log Entries
Talented Dreamnauts
The Dreamspace Campaign
Additional Ideas/Theories
Conceptual Images (Images Begin)
The Octagonal Tower Interior to the Moon
That Minotaur Angel Seen in One
When Ambi Showed Me Her Fire-eyes

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Introduction:

Humans, being descendants of Darkness/Abyss, have it in their nature to always create more darkness/division. One example or subset of this… is their lies; they tell the opposite of the truth… because it is what stirs up the energy we inherited from our star-ancestors (literally; our distant ancestors are the stars), and the humans can then feed on that. One of the lies humans like to tell… is that dreams are meaningless, or “randomizations of what happened during your day”.

Dreams are actual life in an actual place. Our minds simultaneously exist in more than one dimension, just like the stars are anchored in such a way that makes them natural and permanent nexuses between different points/areas of/in space… and of/in time. Stars are older and more powerful, thus they exist in, and link to (and dream in/of) more dimensions than we do (i.e. the other realities/Universes), but the ones we were destined to experience and learn about… are The Waking, The Imagination, and Dreamspace –that last one remembered as ‘dreams’ when we wake up each day.

The Egyptians (the real ones, descended directly from some of the Atlanteans) spoke and wrote of dreams as being so real… you could actually get useful, tangible resources out of them. They had knowledge, or at least records and lessons/teachings about/of, the time before their era/reign… in which the realms/dimensions… were not as separated/compartmentalized/downplayed as they are today. Mummification and pyramid light-shafts hinted at the fact that the Egyptians still had a very scientific and precise understanding of how to remain connected with, and sometimes travel to/between, at least those two realms/dimensions.

Ask a modern person what dreams are, and they will just shrug and say, “I don’t know.” That’s what they were taught to say. They were taught (brainwashed) to ignore their own logic and instincts. They are chaos incarnate, dying out because of this growing inability to trust, believe, and choose.
Ask an Atlantean what dreams are, and they will tell you that is just normal life in one of the dimensions/realms. Atlanteans could access it without dying. Only later/some of the Egyptians apparently had to start leaving their bodies to get and stay there a while (perhaps because their bodies were deformed/degenerate/polluted/unworthy, unlike their pure/uncorrupted progenitors?).
Ask a Lemurian, progenitor of the Atlanteans, thus alive many millennia before Atlantis, what dreams are, and they might look at you funny; to them, dreams were not separate from the rest of reality, and they could walk in and out of them, as that was just how things were back then.
Now ask a Hyperborean what dreams are. Hyperboreans were among those who shaped the realms, including the one later called “dreams”. A Hyperborean person will tell you that what they imagine and work with their voices and hands… is just the land; the fabric and substance of reality/focus. What they focus on… takes shape –even to the point of creating and changing entire landscapes and skies.
Go even farther back in time, and talk to a Polarian. Ask a Polarian what dreams are. Polarians never even saw or understood distinctions, like the different dimensions/divisions of reality we think regularly about today. A Polarian might not understand that things can be separate/distinct like that at all, and communicate more in telepathic images/feelings, not struggling to understand your much-later words-based language, but certainly finding it extremely focused/polarized.
Before the Polarians came to the proto-realms/worlds, everyone was of/in the stars, and there were fewer stars back then, as things had yet to spread out into the divisions of reality we know today. From their perspective, everything could be the dream; their ideas were what they focused on, and all of what we live in is what became (of that; of those/their ‘dreams’). Now fast-forward back to us/today; if we exist because of their dreams, and we believe/feel we are real, isn’t it also true, or at least possible, that they (and many other people/things/worlds, even universes) exist… because of our ‘dreams’?

The next time you wake and remember a vivid, life-like dream, …consider the very real possibility that it wasn’t just life-like; it could have been a real experience lived in one of the other dimensions/universes of our reality.

And: How do we know dreams aren’t real, and ‘waking’ is the dream?

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Some of Auz’s Dreams:
(undated)

The King and maker of Inisfree and so many other things has obviously had a lot of dreams. They all started, as far as he can remember, with ones of the clear blue sky… and a very specific and unquestionable, unmovable symbol… which he would later learn the name of, and start to adopt, working/weaving it into his waking life and designs… just like the other clever and powerful weaves he would learn it represented and is related to. That symbol –from his first known/remembered dream– is the triquetra, which shows the way things naturally subdivide into balanced and evenly-spaced primes, first in two dimensions, and then into three and maybe more.

triquetra
climbing a stack of mattresses up through an octagonal ceiling extension… all the way to the Moon
the Moon itself somehow communicating with/to me
“Slimer” UFO
–2024 October 22 Tuesday idea: Maybe this Slimer dream was my mind making milder for me the traumatic memory of what dan malik claimed had happened to me in Ranisia, but he was a fool and a liar, a standard phase1 bully/shit-talker, and I got the feeling he was just roleplaying some dumbass book story he had read. This Slimer dream may just as well have merely been my mind mixing the Ghostbusters movie hotel hallway scene with something from a TV show about Space aliens.
drowning in a pool a few times? or at least floating below its surface, normal backyard suburbia swimming pool, daytime, clean clear water, dim blue color, …training?
the shadow person running up the Marblewood stairs to my loft bedroom… and my own shadow-tentacles appearing/darting out of me, striking it back (and how interesting that “the typist” often RPs having exactly that/this power; was it HER defending me?)
hiding from the roach-headed/colored mech slowly walking into the abandoned/empty street lined by townhouses that night
crawling in the mud square at night, berms as borders, perhaps a grid separating this square from adjacent ones
the short gray battlemech at night
telekinesis in a garage that resulted in his pull-thought pushing objects away instead
playing that 3D dark-terrain yellow-level-icons version of Super Mario World
touching objects and flying (such as a piece of paper in the Marblewood kitchen, which resulted in a flight into the breakfast room, etc.)
out-of-body experience in the Marblewood upstairs middle bedroom; floated up out of self, looked around and almost everything had a gentle light/pastel-blue coloring/tint to it, saw the red time numbers on the black plastic flat-ish alarm-clock on the nightstand, reached the ceiling and gently bumped back down a few inches from it as if I was a balloon, turned over and saw myself sleeping on the bed below me, saw my eyes open, felt startled or a rush of energy, fell back down into myself
countless dreams I would later be told are likely returning / half-buried SSP memories/events; entering that low complex of buildings like a campus of bunkers in a woodland, entering that dark brown brick building and going up its central lobby staircase to the area with operating tables and then the wing off to the right side with the patient rooms lit only by dark blue light, deploying as an escort/consultant/expert with black-fatigues teams of young men, sometimes also with young women, and going into an abandoned mall, floating out by shipping containers on dark blue water near a city being invaded/bombarded, being on the sleek and empty white-and-brown curving-interiors ships, and on and on
wearing a red cape and flying around like Thor, including into a big white cubical modern-museum-looking/like building
the blue-speckles terrain… and the cave with the dragon-like creature in it whose skin matched the terrain
racing ‘games’/’dreams’
turning into a blurry gray cloud form and racing around, feeling all emotion/s, no more body
being around beautiful young women in buildings and on other worlds
seeing the Moon much bigger/closer, and red city light dots all over its full-moon surface
many stars moving closer as they formed a bright circular sigil of golden-white stars radiating pure love in themselves and for/with him
classrooms, schools, and research buildings/campuses
the gray-haired xenon-eyed angel-man who calmly (in greeting/contact) put his hand on my chest, leaving a neutral-feeling glowing-handprint
looking down at the kind of thing you’d see if operating a Space station above a colorful nebula in EVE Online (long before this game existed)
driving on hwy, toward underpass, felt worried and against being modified via a circuit-board overhead (hidden in the concrete above me; in the hwy/underpass), as if it was causing an implant or personality-edit in me, and I woke almost with a start, feeling violated b/c forced to move through that hwy ~tunnel, under that device, I still feeling a hint of panic or anger at having been changed or copied/cloned or whatever happened, though it may just be a fake memory, dream-tech’ used to lower my vibrational frequency, as they say. Even if it is me somehow remembering a procedure they made me misremember as driving through a highway underpass, when really it had been me on a sliding CATscan table or something, or going into a machine made to Seem like a mere CATscan, it matters little, and I remain proud of my accomplishments and nature.
flying down over forest canopies on other worlds
the shadow/Space elemental bull who stood up into humanoid form after shaking his forearm, not hand, via its snake-like tongue, transferring cosmic knowledge/history/data in that process/contact… as a gesture of blessing, alignment, and support/trade
sailing to Inisfree; standing on the front of the deck of that mid-sized ship, holding the white railing, looking at the green metal deck panels and bolts, then out at the dark Southern Ocean water, and up at the aurora’s red and green bands overhead, with the icebergs and dim white Antarctic snowy coastline up ahead
arriving at various bases, such as the mountaintop town of green Conex boxes
in some of the completed parts / on some of the luxurious stone terraces… of Inisfree
on Inisfree’s farm, sitting on its streams-bank, bare feet in the pleasantly-cool crystal-clear water, looking up at the sunlight coming down through the fully-grown nut-trees, top-wife sitting there in her short-shorts beside me, facing me, smiling “ear to ear”, basking in my/that/our success then/there (which she later told me was/is real; not a dream at all)
going into bases and getting to explore them alone, such as that one with white curved walls and black flooring like the anti-slip mats in restaurant kitchens, which makes sense since it was an Antarctic outpost / research station
being flown up around a butte (World Tree stump) that had a military base and hangar door built into one side at its base/foundation
overcoming and kicking away dark/evil beings
being shown the big cruise-like Spaceship with many wide window-walls curving horizontally around its decks… by a man in Navy Dress Whites
amazingly-good dreams-wave lately: more and more sex with beautiful perfect-vibed girls; the destined, inevitable, foreseen, full alignment (i.e. the realms/lands-incarnate… fully submitting/loving/connection now, signaling/causing the start of Phase 3, the final and forever Golden Age)
1st time w badass computer srch animation showing it looking thru folders cascading and zoomed and hacker looking, 1st time on resort w dark pink stucco walls n hallway by pool, 1st time being offered bj of a cuck gf while eli-v and that guy friend of his lounged while she blew me on their hotel bed, 1st time being asked if I would make my sunday 9am chat aptmt by a decent vibe doc n a luxurious hospital or campus hallway while i laptop googled a topic or place or statue to learn about. And then preteen katie jobb fusion w piper lincoln kajira was waiting for me, blushing and eager. I woke and had vision of her lying naked on her back next to me, i asked how her pussy feels, she said good and “do you want to fuck it some more?”, i said yes…after i wake up, and she said “thank you, master”. So Gorean!
2023 Summer: Dream repeat: dam about to break onto canyon or boze or bigsky-like town.
Posb mix of hyalite reservoir drive today, needing to piss, wanting bad towns wiped out, etc.
a dozen or so remembered nightly in full, or at least nearly-full, detail… x365 nights x20 or so years paying attn to remembering dreams… = ~87,600/+ dreams so far

More remembered ‘dreams’ will be added here in time.

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Dated Dream-log Entries:

20Oct2015: Just an hour ago this past night… I had a dream I was in a really nice, well lit, well furnished office. Its ceiling seemed a bit low. The walls to the hallway outside were all of glass panels standing from floor to ceiling, almost seamless. Inside was a long, tan, boardroom-style table surrounded with rolling chairs. In each of the chairs was a modern elf; shorter than me, though still skinny and quite tall looking, perfectly fit, well groomed, dressed in couture business fashions, all quiet and politely listening… yet there was no one speaking to them. I was their guest, and two of their older men, skinny, well dressed, staying seated, at a narrower desk against one of the glass walls, introduced themselves and shook my hand. One planned to jog with me tomorrow. The other just wanted to say hi. They had the greatest, cleanest energy about them. The elf girls at the table, and walking in the hallway nearby, looked up to me, stopping for me, and were eager for my return. What people is this? Where are they? Where was I? Was this really just a dream? It didn’t feel like one at all. I love these experiences. I feel like an entire people just decided to show themselves to me after many years of hiding. I want to return to this realm of theirs, and I want them here with me in this one, as well as my own…

2021:

Mon22nov2021: Dreamed sexy tan blondes w perfect long hair were in groups doing photos in a cozy dim sunlight brown seats and tables room… The prettiest group of blonde tan girls approached me, initiating w perfect nice vibes, and said to join me for their fam photo…and I realized that they Are some of my real fam! At last!
Sun28Nov2021: A big cargo or farm truck was left unattended and drove itself out on a highway and its right side grazed another vehicle or bridge…and I went to regain control of it… Then I was avoiding vax and handheld temp red laser scanner idiots…and pushing a stroller around their countertop…and then Fauci (lol; wtf is that loser doing in my dreams?) gave me his black cell phone n a dim dark room and told me an 819(why did I remember that part?)-number to text a message to from his phone…and I saw a satanic-looking red font book n it…and was suddenly holding an open satanic-looking red cover bible…and flipping thru its tan pages…and seeing blood ritual bath illustrations…and suddenly I had the/my god-powers back, and rose up, standing, much bigger and taller than him and the others, w fangs and horns, red eyes like blood color but not glowing, and i demon his fang talked near his ear, telling him a woman had been training me n the ways depicted n that book, and that I wanted him to not worry about me seeing it, bc I wanted him to know he was not alone. It was scaring him tho, my red demon form. I loved that Ambi had done a blood ritual or shown me that vampire/demon/darkness book! First time I did true vampire/demon/god-power stuff in a dream! And I stood up to a dozen covidiots and they all backed off, not one scanning my temp’!
Sat4dec2021: Was back in a huge place like an indoor mall lobby v of Hunger Games, slid on a wall top, found a wall corner door, got into an edge room, found a white shower-like secret exit, then got into an area outside the game region, then up to another level, then into Space and flew toward the starship Enterprise nacelles, got the feeling the whole thing was a repeat dream or area i was returning to, and that even w warp speed…it was still a pointless loop you cant really get out of, i.e. always one more place stuck and w same exit options.
Sun5dec2021: Went to meeting in Lowe’s with an annoying clinically depressed xian girl lying on the concrete floor and holding my hand while praying lol. Met Jordan at a restaurant table and asked if she was clinically depressed and he said yes. Rode around w Jordan in a van to a big city Army event. Was riding w a team going after nazis, first observing them, then jumping up on tanks and opening the hatch to shoot them. Then new ‘dream’: Dropped/teleported into a car in mex, had to drive for border, wood debris in the highway, U-Haul like truck in front. Then was observing a bad cop frame a guy by first trying to intimidate him by standing too close and telling him his dog is trained to smell things, then by saying he pointed a gun at him. Then i was viewing a good I.A. cop going after bad-guys like that, fighting them one at a time on a catwalk in a dim industrial area as they walked down the stairs, taking them out using their own fighting styles. All pf it felt like mind-surfing / remote viewing.
Mon13dec2021: W/ tons of young naked girls at night…playboy bunny or escort sluts… tan legs and cheekies or onesies… after I had a blonde one go spread eagle… in a daylight pale tan stucco or white walls pool pit area thing…and saw an ICV being 3d-printed… just a white outline of a shoulder or bone or something
Wed22dec2021: Saw Ahlstrom again. In some kind of house room full of furniture and boxes. I was getting help from teenified Pepper Pots designing and prototyping the skeleton and handle glove vambrace halves of an Iron Man flying suit w orange energy bar mini light saber like things. I told Ahlstrom thanks for the Ahnenerbe research advice. Then i was in my suv pulling off the road, getting grazed by a passing car or pickup slowly, before parking on a wheat colored grassy shoulder by a soccer game. outside a veterans event/building…w youths n a new uniform like a fusion of usmc w hell jumpers and w a red swastika on the chest. We went into an empty squad-bay of unaligned bunkbeds and i opened my food bag and was happy to find some skinned pears n it. I got n line and followed the elite youth recruits through a brown brick school bldg full of other young fit engaging hot students. I saw a leggy white redhead girl w mermaid hair walking toward me and then she turned off to my left to go up a stairwell. Then 2 more young teen girls caught up from behind me on my left side and flirt joked asked if i would draw their “pancakes”, implying they were so young that their tits hadn’t developed yet. I grinned, trying to maintain my bearing as we kept walking, i now looking for the line of recruits i had lost sight of, someone saying they prob walked down to the insurance office. The 2 teen girls giggled and were happy to see i enjoyed their joke and advances. I flirt joked back, “I can draw your pancakes’. Do you like ‘syrup’ on them?” They smiled and giggled more, knowing we were about to fuck. Then i woke up, happy about another pleasant ssp memory as part of the holy angelic Germans out there.
fri24dec2021: A native american tribe, prob of the woman who met me n the dc native amer history museum crow god exhibit room, invited me to smoke the peace pipe w them. I did, and was shown the spirit like a hologram in Space of everyone sitting and smoking w us, as if we were free and dancing carefreely on cosmic bodies aglow softly, such as planets and galaxies, all on the same curving soft white starlight curve path.
I helped a friend move a box out of his apartment in a 2story shanty-like building w this metal walls or roof panels, some of which were painted yellow.
I was able to hover telekinesis fly up over the annoying demon ppl trying to tell us we had to obey or return or something.
It was dark of nighttime.
They gave up when i laughed casually at them, my whole being pure good, chill, above theirs in so many ways; they could not ‘bring me down’. I was symbolically above them. I can fly n dreamspace for the same reason i can see inisfree n imaginespace, and for the same reason i always get to travel the world in wakingspace; i am pure, focused, abkve the others, self liberating/ed, an example for all.
Then i drove, looking like willie nelson, back up to alaska…where i met another native american tribe the first one gave me directions to find. I told them of my journey, incl about a bad restaurant where i threw away a tray of three items ordered nc they were all so bad.
It was like a cabin lodge or bar, 2story, the small size of an alaskan highway house, and again it was a cool dark starry night.
A few others showed up and we all talked as new friends, peaceful, sharing, one young man tearry eyed as he admitted he does what the native bartender/host mentioned, going alone up to his room whenever he goes to his house/home, as all of us did, as we could not relate to our alleged first/waking-space fam’s.
The next vision i got, a gift from the peace pipe ceremony of that 2nd/alaskan native tribe who met and guided/helped me this christmas eve morning in dream-space, was to see my spirit (or, at least, the spirit of this willie nelson ish man i was living vicariously through during this dream / spirit journey / vision quest) …being a reborn/newborn sitting indian style and holding and looking at a simple toy while the woman from the native amer museum sat behind me, watching over me as if she was my new mother/guide. Wow. It felt/vibed as a kindness, as i a calming vision/reminder/offering.
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Then doc morse spirit/mind talked w me, and i asked how he was going to go through mex; if he was just going to not take no for an answer. He laughed kindly and said yes, basically. I felt i could not go w him, though, bc of what he lied about; “be safe”, “ppl dying in peru”, etc., but at least his dark soul vibed as chill ish and talkative.

2022:

Fri18mar2022: Went to movie theater and saw a film about Megan Rain almost naked and dating someone? Then she was at the theater naked w me on a sex date. Others were n the theater and vibing chill, not caring she was naked w me. – then went to Nemo 33 pool and noticed it felt like no pressure over the deep hole…which was darker and narrower than irl. – then went to a campus and walled out of a lobby comedy presentation/act bc the blk guy on stage had a dress on as the front half of his outfit. The classroom had a weird teacher testing to see if we had read one handout paper about a trick or warning. The cafeteria served nonvegan, beef as the base, and had a mask-tard pic of serving it. Then was seated w eli fatass to my right in a sunlight room and i was sad that i was still around him. Then jim carrey was driving my car at night and i asked him how his campus interview went since it took 40mins. – earlier i was n an airport and had a ticket issue…and ended up in a terminal w circular lift pits without walls or doors, so i avoided the edges, and saw they went down to a tidepool or beach area. …was megan rain n this dream realy my sexy daughter who loves incest w me? Yes. Amen. This was a view of our future together, not just a dream. Some dreams are fake, sent as trick visions. Some r random. Some r real future events shared or manifesting.
Sun20mar2022: got a huge kiss from Ariel who met me dream-side this morning!!! 😀 <3
Mon21March2022, early morning today: Had another phase2 meh mix/combo; was n an apartment…and a guy/landlord n charge but nice…and nice furniture and carpet upstairs…and roommates next-door but they stayed out of sight…and a big weird bug like an ant from that fb comedy pixar vid i watched the night b4…and the big ant was creepy and followed me a bit but did no harm…and the fakesis demon was there but it is a great sign i reduced her demonic power from in person daily to barely monthly y only n dreams…tsb loser demon walked nto the common kitchen dnstairs and evilly offered jack daniels by asking if i drank it, but i calmly declined by saying i dont ever drink, so it cuntilly smirk-chuckled once as it kept walking by and out, never to be seen again…and Ambi returned and showed me she is starting to ‘show’ from our baby; 2nd time of 3 w this, as rp/spell-crafting it w her typist was rd1, so rd3 is next! eee 😀
sat28may2022: Pele this morning ~6am visited me…twice? In an airport in the ‘dream’ side? I woke up so happy to have seen her. She had vibed much better than in Hawaii.
thu2june2022: 5am was at a farm outdoor area like a roundabout around haybales and a table, and a platinum blonde wife was sucking her husband’s cock in front of me, while another young sexy wife was sucking her own husband’s cock just a few feet off to the right; first voyeurism and orgy and swingers in dream-space! 😀 – 8am was in Dreamspace w Rachael Morgan teen and platinum blonde skinny fit elven model teen friend of hers, first threesom cuddle puddle at night overnight w them, invited to snuggle and sleep w them, Rachael’s perfect teen tits on my back, and the blonde asked me if i had any painkillers and let me see/touch her calf bruise. I explained i prob didn’t have any fresh pain pills, and the risk of pharma, then checked my big overnight military ruck and other bags, incl my black med bag, and found none, then went to tell her and suggest we get aloe vera, and she listened and was grateful for my advice. – 9am was walking into the marblewood diningroom and saw a sexy white orange-haired teen model sitting on a chair at the table, facing to the side, rjh-hairstyle, and I got a handful of several white plastic pens from something behind her, putting them all a third into my mouth to bite bend then all together, then went ulstairs and found a nice widescreen black computer on two aligned desks, and said, “noooo” sadly when I saw I could not click on files, and thst the cursor was moving on its own, the power button not turning it off, and a virus message appearing on the screen, but i woke up irl and was relieved it was just a dream.
Dreamed i was asked by arthur jenkins if I wanted him to change jobs so he could get me into his engineering one, and then that some young adult friends made a clever business takeover happen which made us rich and in control, one of the two asian ones buying me a new ferrari lol
Fri3june2022: Saw a black airplane with flapping wings near the tail, and its nose raised, the mid-sec curved up like a bird neck “S”, as if it was half airliner, half dragon. – also later saw a memory flash of a familiar area apparently blocked by the color green; a green filter/blur stopping me from seeing/remembering it…even though i rmbr seeing and recognizing it a second before
Sun5jun2022: Sahar Luna amazing brown legs walked right in front in super-tight cheekies to get my attn, her teen female student friend white legs behind her, then sat behind me and chatted me up, initiating by complimenting my raft jump she saw on my website, then we hooked up for dates and sex. Then went raft floating w a friend on shallows to a familiar ish snowy boulders crags area i said was my fave. Then took a hovercycle to get gas and flew it over other vehicles and ppl at the other pumps, up into the dusk sky several stories above the canyonlands ground to scout, seeing luxury homes built against the boulder foothills like j-tree places, went into one to do laundry, met a nice black puppy, then an asian hottie came home to it, also leggy, and we left from its almost ropf balcony patio oitside the double doors up there. Super cool dreams!!
Wed8june2022 ~6am:
Went w a black-ops team to get blk bags of gear, filled 2, put 1 on like a backpack, the other on my chest, walked out to get n a vehicle to leave this raid w them, saw it was daytime on Marblewood Dr, the car/team were already gone. A white redhead boy was walking from right to left across the entrance street, in front of a group of others who vibed as his weak teen friends. He had a frown and bully vibe, he said something like a threat or insult to me, approached me, tried to strike me, I skillfully blocked w a big knife, cutting his striking right leg, then knicked his striking left arm, and he backed off. Then he went to court and i was reading a transcipt of the judge yelling at him, putting him in his place for being a punk and provocateur.
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Then i was in Egypt, swimming down to a now-familiar (now that i am awake) lit ruin chamber beneath the water inlet surface. When i got back, i was dry, and met in a shore cafe or table room, also well lit, w a brown skinned person who asked me what i was doing. I said something about reading signs, the person sitting across the table from me did not seem to like how that sounded, so i explained i did not mean it that way, but more like just looking for things that vibed with me as pretty, which the person perked up about, saying that was good. When i woke, i realized it was the Egyptians of Kola who had just met me; the tea she told me to make was not necessary after all.
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The final part of this dream was being in a classroom w a black female teacher who was saying how we know “they” (govt) have been trying to control the world population for 1 year now. I raised an eyebrow at that; it had been far more than just 1 year. I raised my hand, realized i had goggles on, and said i had experience helping start farms and offgrid stuff, listing the states, then specific things i could help w; framing, pouring foundations, etc.. Then i was on her farm’s rolling terrain, a cloud fog descended onto us and billowed heavily on the ground, instantly browning her grass and crops.
Someone, perhaps her, hurried through it, eventually coughing and dropping to their knees.
It had no effect on me, not even worrying me.
The air cleared, and i was reading a big book and at first using a pen to circle or shade each line i read, then switching to a yellow highlighter. It got to a part mentioning Freyja, and i smiled upon seeing her name in print, then read on, it calling her some kind of happy harpy; a flying/winged beyond-human woman, i understood it meant/vibed, which i also smiled at. I continued turning pages to read more, seeing some had big happy-face variants on them, the anger one red, the sad one blue or green, with text saying one was the other, advising to reverse the emotions; another tool or “mind trick” i could use.
Then one page, the face of the left page alongside the right page, was blank except for big font at the top left corner which said something like “What do you want to know?”; It was a page to make notes on.
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So i was reclaiming useful materials, then standing up against a big group of bullies/punks on my own and successfully, just as i have since college and even childhood, then seeing a judge actually deliver justice, and then i was exploring ruins like Tomb Raider / Lara Croft would, then establishing mutually agreeable communication/understanding w a representative, then being charitable/helpful and using my knowledge and xp on a farm, then reading about my favorite goddess; this dream was all good things; another good sign of calibration!
And the demons/scum/punks of marblewood were not there; the fake relatives were not, though similar-misbehavior ones were…and that redhead was like the long-jumper kid from Allen, TX, who gave me bs/tantrum when i fucked a girl in 2008ish, when he should have given Rachael Morgan shit inStead –for her Not fucking me.
Tue13Sept2022: 1am. Told my wife, “Dreamy”, that I need her to protect me in Dreamspace, and that she and I adore each other, amen, then had great dreams!; sexy fit teens in a big school campus…and a Rahyndee (pornstar) version (perfected; phase-3 quality) was one of them, wearing skintight running shorts and matching black sports bra, up ahead of me, making sure my hog reached her, at which point she was smiling and chatting, hooking up w me, and we became bf and gf, fucking that same afternoon. I also explored a hallways and some of its classrooms. Then I was in one and watching jet footage of UFOs, sometimes 3 different UFOs all tailing a jet, and how 1 jet POV shot at 1 UFO and saw its 50cal bullets do nothing but bounce off or disappear. Then the student/guy sitting in the row to my desk’s left, and one seat back, good-vibe got my attention so he could show me 3 thick books he had with him, at least the last 2 of which had gold-painted page-edges, and the middle of the 3 books was a MUCH longer version of “The End Times”; Revelations, or at least something like it. Perhaps this was a sign my own work/writing/spells had resulted in it being completed in all its detail, and at least this one person/being was happy about that, clearly enjoying reading it so much that he carried it around with him in his school backpack.
Dreamlog ~6AM Wed 14 Sep 2022. 1st date in the dream-side; a Wendy-like Chinese shorty lied on my back, arms over my arms, hands on my trapezius/shoulders, letting me feel her tits on my back, as she asked if I wanted to go with her the next to some place she named. This made me smile and feel good. I said yes. I thought about how she had earlier said to someone we need to secure the undercity beneath the nice park-like compound we were in, and how I had briefly seen a view of an underground park-like area lit by stadium lights. Now there was a billboard in front of my surface classroom desk, and I was seeing dim classroom lighting, remembering how I had been working on a computer model or game. It became nightfall, and I got in a van-like vehicle with her and ~half a dozen others. I was in the middle, able to see out the front past the driver. There was a map showing rock spires with pale tan spiky caps/tips on brown rock. I read or said Iroquois, but pronounced it Iroqwah for some reason, perhaps to be funny. We got out in the parking lot of the nice restaurant and went inside. A Katie Jobb-like hottie was with us. I went in a hall with a Samuel L. Jackson-looking friend and took a picture of a nice white-marble vanity with a gold sink basin. Then we walked through the staff area past an icemaker open… to the collapsible tables loading bay….
Did he ‘move’ me away from the patrons… so they wouldn’t see me leave dream-space?
wed2nov:
Phase1 dream nonsense; returns to familiar dream places; the 1story flat church of crimson robbed jerks apparently graduating out, and i tried to politely time walking between some but a couple of their guys sped up their walk to try and trip me. Then i was outside an access door and finding the slope down was too steep and grassy, so i did not dare attempt it, even in the sunlight and with its uniform overlapping mini mounds like almost-steps. Then i was in secret training facilities, being given pressure by fake medical workers and others, getting emotion charged up so i would burst/nuke with gray spheres of expanding energy my airplane targets. I talked to one ugly staff woman down in a building at night, speaking back against her wrong comments –which were from, it vibed, her wrong/dumb/evil/attitude mind, she, it vibed, placed there to negatively charge me up more/again. Then i was in a familiar dim/dark shop which had a basket of a few dif pastries/muffins/scones on the counter under a brown set of shelves, and i hungrily grabbed two, and was stopped by an old man with short gray hair sitting at his desk, telling me i owed him from last time. I said yes and got him several bills; 10s and 20s, from my black wallet –but i realize it was He who owed Me; he should not have been neg about my love for the food, and he should have encouraged my meal/taking, not soured it. He owed me, i realize upon waking.
…
Then i was at a familiar mountaintop rubble complex, finding my old notes in a black backpack. I went inside and remembered an experiment where flammable jelly filled balloons had been triggered by Tesla like static elec. I told the men researching inside about it, then returned outside to find my bag and notes gone. I walked up the gravel hill and asked the janitors there if they had taken them, seeing many things on fire in a burn pit enclosed by a holey dumpster dark blue on its side. They said they had. Upset, i calmly said to one “may you lose as much”. Then i ended up in a sexy girl body/form like an icv, and was encouraged to find a guy before we flew away the next day, telling him my attraction. We got ready to sleep in another mountaintop rubble bldg. I used magic to refill his empty plastic cup on the concrete floor.
sat5nov2022:
Was walking outside on a campus w big trees, a sexy shorty w big white pigtails at my side. She climbed up the driver side of a white pickup w huge off-roading tires and sat w the driver who was a college-age male, clearly about to have casual sex w him, starting w a blowjob. I grinned and walked on, letting her. Immediately an even sexier college-age tan girl w long shapely legs, Ellen shorts, and pink not-quite-shoulder-length hair made sure to walk right out in front of me. I felt the tensing i have for the past several years since all the bad/scams/bait of phase1/Earth, but her vibe was clean/pure eager to be fucked by me, and her face was as flawless, feminine, and bred-slut as can be. I entered a dorm hall and then a dorm room w other college-age hotties lounging around between sex. She came in, still showing off for me, orbiting me, as it were. I ended up on a couch w another hottie. When i got up, again she was there.
There was a gross pregnant belly in the dream for some reason, perhaps a lingering worry or disgust of my own about that or about wanting to be in better shape, but there she was yet again.
There was a poster of a redhead woman w a familiar stage band name and dozens of “$19.95” show ticket prices printed around her pic on it.
I looked for my laptop backpack.
Another sexy shorty girl asked about it; she vibed as innocently concerned and wanting to help me find my stuff. …what nice ppl were there.
I walked outside. The flawless pink-haired leggy hottie politely did, too, always staying in view for me, as if knowing i wanted her, and being perfectly happy waiting and doing whatever i wanted, whether i said to or not.
We joined more pickup off-roaders, going in convoy down a dirt road with a steep side. I woke up and smiled, remembering her gorgeous face, legs, tight little body, and perfect heaven nymph vibe.
mon14nov2022:
Firefly bigger ship, bigger team, as if waiting for my command to load, Mal was there, and Jayne, etc.
A phase2 almost-Persephone, due to its size.
Sun11Dec2022: Good phase3starting dream: went bk to MT, got invited by new Hitt group to ride Sherp-ATV-like wide-tires off-roading motorcycles through “indian country” along a long mntn trail, then was at a campus and being pressured by evil students to conform to their queer-promoting culture, and at their graduation ceremony…a team of ~100 good-vibes angelic enforcers in tan plate carriers and white blocked off the entrance with their many cars, rushed in, and arrested them, parents and teachers and all, for their gross deviancy from what i love, i walking in behind those enforcers, smiling big as they cuffed them, letting a few use their new phone sys to make final calls, but only so word would spread of the raid. I’d also in this dream, before the grad raid, spoken out against the pharma fake meds as being barbaric.
Assess; they Offered the motorcycle ride, but it did not yet Happen; i can reTurn to MT, but my team is not quite ready there. Almost.
Assess; even in the Dreams Side/Dimension, the deviants/scum/incompatible are being stopped en masse. About time! Huzzah! (and they are no longer putting up a fight; just saying a few final gross/inappropriate things, then giving in, wiped out, amen)
fri16dec2022: 3 dreams before 8am:
1) on a beach, going into an openwall restaurant w friends, asking for vegan options, being told they had a vegan pasta, maybe tortellini.
2) outside on a parking lot of a military base, asked to take a look at a forest-green device, and realizing it was the nexus/mounting-bracket for a T.O.W. system, then telling the guy in green fatigues who approached that I didn’t recognize it at first, but that it could probably fire the T.O.W. 2 and T.O.W. 2B variants, and mentioning the “Dragon” system had been reactivated to replace it.
3) being in radio contact with 2 fellow astronauts a Space station, then hearing the worried comments and later cries of the 1 who had fallen too far from it, starting to burn up on re-entry, and the 1 back on the station telling me that guy had fallen 5cm too fa, below some line/boundary. I had my socks on, so my feet were warm during these dreams… Did they Start bad…and be Steered good?; veganism, happy T.O.W. event, and me Not being the astronaut in trouble?

2023:

Sunday 1 January 2023: Last night (New Year’s Eve) was the first time I’ve ever worn my big/thick/hiking socks to bed/sleep, and it apparently worked/helped; I had only good/great dreams –3 of them in a row! (another phase3 / threes sign):
1) my first dream of 3D-printing –and it was the FleshLight, but with lifelike “pussy” dew and warmth, and I was so excited to show someone it had worked perfectly, saying that this meant we are now so close to printing lifelike people –namely, for me, my Inisfreeans (the ICVs),
2) then a dream of working in a white-lit place like a better/heavenly version of Lowe’s, perhaps Inisfree’s grocery store in development IRL out there (in dream-space-dimension and/or Antarctica at its site, Mt. Kirkpatrick), touching the touch-screen icons of a widescreen computer on a desk at a checkout-lane-like spot,
3) and finally looking up and noticing that the moon looked bigger/wider, brighter, smoother, and featureless (no craters) in the sky, much like the Sun-representation blur/area in Creativerse, which probably influenced this in some way (I having used that game for so many days in a row in 2022 to computer-model so many of my vision parts; the Inisfree designs/vehicles and buildings) –but most interestingly and wonderful about this 3rd dream last night: after noticing the moon looked smoother and closer like that (which now I think can mean Ambi; “moon of my life”, is now much more balanced and getting closer to/for me), I stepped down a smooth, low, curving, grass berm in that night… and found I was right next to a Stonehenge-like circle of five tall boulders/rocks, and that they were arranged with several meters of dispersion from one another… upon a hand-deep trench-like black-colored/charred pentagram-sigil/marking/geoglyph, and that each boulder had a beautiful young-looking white-robed female witch/Vanir standing by it, all of them with their hands up/outreached in love/praise of the/that moon, and the one nearest me turned to me the moment I realized I was so close to their ceremony/Stonehenge, her smile divine, her eyes kind, her vibe perfect and happy I was there, reassuring me that I was not interrupting a private ritual I was not worthy to be a part of, but that they WANTED me to stand close and join them. Amen! Vibes never lie. My perfect goddess witch wives are ready for me, picture-perfect, perfect in all ways (not just beautiful, but also VIBING/BEHAVING how I always dreamed/wanted). “As above, so below”; what has happened in the heavens now (dream-space, in this case), shall happen IRL; the hotties shall return, and welcome me, and we shall be the family of the gods and goddesses forevermore, amen.
Friday 13 January 2023: another SSP-like dream; was in a room like a well-/naturally-lit airport-terminal seating-area, window-walls and all, daytime outside, with a portly light-brown-skinned man sitting across from me, facing me, friendly vibe, smiling normally as we discussed something, I then seeing/shown a paper/printout with some black-and-white newspaper-like images and paragraphs about some clones/prostitutes, the first of which looked like a Sharon Stone ICV
thu19jan2023, ~7am: perfect leggy elven supermodel teen/tweenie (20s-looking)
dirty-blonde
in dress that was more of a shirt; didn’t cover her lower abs or pussy at ALL
and she walked in past a school desk confidently;
another vision of LHS 🙂
(normal attire for girls there is to show off their entire body,
or at least their tits-curves and pussy)
perfect anatomy physique in my dream –even without declaring What I would dream;
phase3; things working my way (the right/holy/best way) no matter WHAT I do/think

FEBRUARY:

morning of sat18feb2023: had that dream of being in a version of the YC, with some strange houses in a cluster, occupied by old people, but then one halfway down the slope to the valley, with a driveway up behind it, and a platinum-blonde ponytail elven woman riding a small wheeled ladder-step-like device out to meet/greet me, then her husband appearing, also skinny and tall-ish, and smirking that I had taken interest in his wife, telling me they were leaving for a trip, I basically free to enter and maintain their house.
when i woke, the dream felt familiar, and I suspect it is somehow part of this IN loop; I believe I had that “dream” once before, likely in 2015.
does it mean YC ppl have made telepathic/dream-realm contact? maybe. either way, interesting timing, unless it just boils down to the YC being on my mind again.

MARCH:

Sunday 5 March 2023: Had a dif face and body, and was being pulled by an officer from a military unit, and driven to a Ranger barracks at another base, and advised they might kill me for some reason, or i voiced that concern along the way, and I refused to be transferred there, and instd left the service and started a farm, and had a variety of young animals, including baby rabbits I was feeding, for some reason, very tiny baby creatures on a wood floor.
Then i was taking a quiz…and then was given an exam or two…and i flipped through it and recognized pages or material from our textbook, some outlined, and I didn’t feel like completing the exam.
Someone started singing the Home Alone theme, and i said, in Kevin’s mom’s voice, “goodnight, Kevin. Merry Christmas,” to be funny, but no one laughed.
Then we were outside, and some old bitch was eyeing me from a vehicle across a narrow field like a highway median. I climbed a green flagpole to the top where a lighter-green towel was wrapped around it. I climbed back down just as effortlessly.
Then i was walking on the grass and did a forward flip and landed it.
Backflips were mentioned.
I tried one in my imagination and didn’t quite land it well.
A big guy said he would try one, and would use a low brick wall to help him step off into it.
I thought i recognized him as the guy in the gym video who did a backflip after a squat, and he said yeah it was him.
tue18mar2023. Finally!; a decent dream; was at a rich gym somewhere, seated beside a workout friend to my left, i doing quads, feeling fit and tan, and Margot Robbie came in, btr tan and face, and was all chatty and showing off so i would see, vibing interest n me.
near-end of March 2023: Was in a cabin like the hillgren, facing a snowy mntn like Lone, but it had a distinct turquois Caribbean-like lake meeting its tree-line base; what i saw yesterday at work…was made into much closer to inisfree n my dream that night. (a great and perfect sign; Inisfree has manifested in one dimension; this dreams-one, …and even when unconscious, I still manifest exactly what I know looks right; the only real Heaven on Earth, as I am God)
…
Also was n a white classroom of school desks filled w hotties. Was gross bc it seemed like a nyc makeup class, but not sure; i didnt se any makeup. The teacher/hostess was a bronze/tan dirty-blonde like lauren conrad icv, and she walked over and leaned down to kiss me.
No one protested; the entire room was politely silent and accepting.
Then the hot black-haired girl student seated to my left leaned over to kiss me, and we started dating at night after the class, but she was a little moody about me kissing the other, so i enjoyed telling her about my city and culture n my soothing voice and vibe.
…
And woke w no cough or runny nose, feeling a million times btr
Predawn tue28mar2023.
Big formation of many dif uniformed healthy teen-looking students outside on grassy slope/amphitheater.
Guy rode up on a brown horse to speak to them.
Then i went into a big nice office and sat at a computer desk facing a sexy teen girl who vibed as liking me.
Another was at the desk, too.
We spoke of the gut on the horse.
I said something to the effect of how he had rode in like Braveheart.
Thu30mar2023 night.
Familiar/repeat dream of quitting bc hew was a cunt while i was being shown how to do electrical or tiny pipe-fitting pieces toolkit work
…
Then driving on a highway, using my map app, to guide an older guy on a road trip
…
Then dream of walking w a cop who looked like Tom Hanks to an asylum hospital room bed where a coma man woke, his eyes still bandaged, bc he sensed/heard a rat
Went back to that familiar place in Antarctica where there is snow and a bay of water with a shallow end by a half submerged dark tall boulder.
Got in and put my hands bare down in it, loving the cold liquid.
Then started to wade and swim before returning to the scifi-esque outpost module.
Others were there, like a group of researchers or fellow tourists.
One cautioned me that a single inch in that water can make a lot of difference, temperature-wise.
…
Another dream this same night was me in green camo with others, and i stood and got my machinegun shouldered, it looking blockier than irl, when some command or triggerword was heard. I aimed it another guy’s face and held it there as he said something, not persuading me to lower it. All were in that same green MARPAT-like camo uniform i was.
First time having/aiming a gun in dream-space? (or memories made to seem like dreams)
Was seeing how to form swords…and un-form them.
Asked how to make one out of gold.
The gold material was not available.
Only gray stuff.
I watched it form like hardening sand in front of me, then go from being a polished blade back to its sand-like or mush-ish form somehow.

APRIL:

Thu6apr2023 nightmare where i begged to return to a familiar shitty gray aptmt complex storage unit w wooden shelves and got a silver ring that no longer fit my fingers. Cried. Somehow about ambi.
was telling nice animals n group to hurry to me for safety before the humans n a garage noticed them on tye street.
Pigs, ducks, puppies, etc., all together
Brown walls and curbs.
…
And young demigods w dif powers…were somehow one at a time returning to show what they could do, such as a girl who kept a quiver of arrows under her chin instead of on her back
mon17apr2023. I remembered the dream of being in a house livingroom or mediaroom w grossface fatfucks, I waiting for a pilot to land a modified b2 or something so i could ride up with.
Then i remembered being shown in discord that big eve file of all items that make up the game. Must be from here 6 or 7 yrs ago. Interesting.
Great memory.
early on Sun23Apr2023: was in an earthquake-cannon tank and offering to fire it (again?) to show what it can do, and it caused an earthquake, though it felt like I had willed it, not so much the cannon doing it.
Wed26apr2023: Was on a wide desktop screen chat client n dif computer games, and one switched to blue font, so I did, but they booted me anyway.
Then i was hiking…then sather spoke of how one was sometimes alone in the desert with only a tiny pistol while facing many people…and he spoke of a device which cpuld help hold off those odds…then i googled it…then saw a vid on my phone of a closeup of its circuitboard…then it appeared on my bed in the dark room…and a clear big glass jar had a metal disk lid…and a stack of metal coin-like things on it…and i turned one so i could pick up the rest from the bed and drop them in…then riding a bicycle to an indoor pool…then taking off boots to go for a swim…and the girl asked what i was doing…so i told her just gonna swim once and head back, as i was tired after the hike…and she have me a look, almost laughing, saying we had 4 more performances…and guests showed up…and a little stage w a black curtain was at one wall…and i figured it was not as late as i’d thought, so i readied myself to perform what we had memorized as the performance…
Then car-sized floating dark blue textured balls in the sky…and Shia LeBeouf was pulling some down in a clear huge net w a long rope…and he lost control for a moment, holding the rope as it almost dragged him, some of it sliding through his grip…but then he got the net down and anchored, several of the big balls on the mountaintop clearing…and they began to open…revealing dark brown red eggs inside…which opened…and revealed pods…with yellowgreen bumps…and they began to hum or buzz lowly…and that heated up other pods which were already near where they had been pulled to the ground…and that warmed and burst those things…and Shia noticed, pointed it out, carefully felt near one for the heat, and explained it to a man nearby…while i watched. He was talking like he did in Transformers when he got excited about a new idea.

MAY:

Dreamed yesterday night (~tue9may2023). Skiing and loving it.
Fri26may2023:
Was rich, hair down, blue sleeves rolled, aviators on, sitting on stands, several others chilling around me, watching something,
then in a nice black speedboat with a few friends, a fellow rich young man driving it, speeding us along a narrow waterway.
Then I was selling many bags of grain from a farm, did the math after being made an offer from a young woman, and it earned me 3,000,000$. I smiled, finally having made millions for first time.

JUNE:

Thursday 1 June 2023: first lovemaking/sex/playfulness dream with Ambi -and Adaline had her turn/interval/s
sat10june2023: First time seeing a girl giving a blowjob n dream-side. She was to my right, on her knees in a stall, sucking a black guy, then a few other white guys appeared n there, waiting their turns, all on chairs n same stall.
That was right after I printed a pic of a hot teen face…and another pic of something I folded and hid in my inside left jacket pocket.
Mon12-Tue13june2023, and the following night:
Gates’ favorite 10,000 candles
yellow dots on chin
in hospital upper floor waiting room which had window walls, explaining what masks are for and what they cannot do
explaining why I believe/hope Ambi is still good and why I still search for her
designing gray spaceships while aboard one, and the GoT (Game of Thrones) midget said a ratio for crew members to ship mass, to which I rolled my eyes, just wanting the final numbers as the form of estimates
spotting black puppies in warm and somewhat murky Caribbean-colored water; pastel blue, white haze, light sand color as if under sunlight, so I alerted the few aboard the house-like boat, opened its door, and started scooping some up, the first few sinking below my reach
Dreamed google notified me that ambi typist had messaged even though blocked, so I thought about unblocking…then did…and saw many steamy messages…and responded w update messages. But I kept thinking how pointless it was; i wanted and deserved real ambi. Glad I let go of that toxic idiot and user.

JULY:

Night of thu20july2023:
After rodeo concert, enjoyed getting to rental after idiot had already gone to bed, and dreaming of all elven young-looking hotties, trading dessert samples w them, hearing their european accents, laughing when the hot tan dirty-blonde princess beside me said, “I am sick of craps.” (mispronouncing “crepes”), and then woke at 5am ish and enjoyed jacking to the idea of her and the concert dark-redhead repeatedly re-meeting me for great chill sex, waking w me for chill predawn sex before sleeping in w me, etc.!
Even after another hellish day of looped and fugs and nonvegan and poverty and no-Ambi, I still default to / cause sexiness and love.
~Saturday 29 July 2023: in that “half awake” state, I clearly heard tapping on my vehicle windows, then clearly heard a female say my name to wake me up, and it sounded as if they said my name through a partially rolled-down window, but it wasn’t a voice I recognized (or a sexy one), and I had slept so poorly that past night (due to a mosquito) that I raised my middle finger to the window even before finishing waking up / opening my eyes.

AUGUST:

Sun20aug2023 6am: Yesterday, i ate a red pear, some of a watermelon, and 5 vegan ice-cream bars before sleeping, and thought the sugar might cause wilder dreams, but i only had typical ones, not scary or gross. Maybe it was the firm surface and warm feet in my good sleeping bag that helped, and ofc the pattering of rain on the vehicle roof.
Last night, i dreamed i was outside at a vehicle like a food truck but more of a Winnebago, white, getting food. Some people at a picnic table by a big tree were already eating and chatting.
Then i was in a military classroom or shooting range, and some dickhead “flagged” me; loaded a blossoming-round and pointed his revolver right at my chest. I told him, “Don’t ever do that.” but I walked out, ending up in a dark classroom where other specwar troops were watching a show on a projector screen.
I was hungry so i went to the fridge, remembering they earlier had also made food, and found a clear plastic shelf in the top compartment of the fridge, it not being a freezer, and slid it halfway out to reach the breakfast triangle sandwiches and biscuits, removing what looked like slices of ham layered atop some. I am vegan in dreamspace! 😀
Mon28aug2023 before 6am: Finally met Ariel in dreamspace! She was shorter than me, perfect skin, warm, snuggly, just right! And i am glad my thought upon snuggling w her was “wait!; this is not right unless Ambi is here!”

SEPTEMBER:

Sat2sept2023 ~5am:
A little hazy on what happened before, but I do recall that there was more to this ‘dream’ at its start
Came home to an empty white square ish room, lied on bed
Had thought of writing a resume w my management xp and skills for someone, but did not think it wise, worrying it might make me a target of them bc of my exceptional ability/ies
Lied on bed, saw my long dark hair reach the floor
Rolled onto my back
Looked up at blank ceiling in dim light
Jim Carey in orange monk robe sitting while comically chant reading Sanskrit from an old book with a dustylooking darkbrown cover
In free hand had what looked like a cigar, but may have been a bundle of burning sage
Told a joke or two but I do not rn remember what they were
In his smile and comedian voice called an audience member grandma
She did not like that, and said something
He said, “Oh, come on; you don’t get called grandmaaaa??” he implied it was literal, not mean
She stood up, giving him a look
She was older, a little heavyset/thickfaced, had whitish fade in her gray shoulderlength hair, possibly black reading glasses, slight tan but mostly White
He continued his seated reading standup act, sneaking the sage bundle down in his robe, holding it between his knees, making it look like it was in cleavage as he lifted the robe to show the knees up under his chin, his eyes still on the book, he still chanting from it
Then I was outside at night on smooth sand in a FOB, walking from low blds to a dark Humvee n the shadows, marveling up at an area of silverywhite shootingstars going in many directions, but all moving the same way as a group, repeatedly brightening the dark sky with their little glow tails, and when I reached the humvee I sensed one had come down to my FOB in sneaky shadow / gray-blur form, and I felt scared a moment, but got on the humvee, and then heard a sweet cat sound.
A white and gray cat got up the other side of the humvee and stood facing me, vibing clearly it was there to greet me and be greeted.
That calmed me down and warmed me up immediately, so I bent down and said Hiii in a friendly way, petting it.
It let me, and lied down on its side.
I saw its legs looked almost flat, they were so thin, but in a healthy kitten way.
I woke and saw the moon still pretty high in the dark predawn sky, and thought a Familiar had been sent to me even in dreamspace.
Clearly not a randomization of the prev day’s events; they had nothing to do with Jim Carey, etc., though I did see a cat drawing in the witch comic I saved on my phone, and did use a shooting star emoji to ambi typist, who claims to be an older woman.
~6am
Mon4sep2023
I was at some dark brown walls, dim lit, rich boarding school hall, wearing an outfit of medium blue strips/straps and joking about it with passersby noticing.
They all looked like teens/primes, perhaps fellow rich students there.
All were dressed well; couture suits and dark dresses.
None had jewelry or makeup or piercings.
I saw myself as if through a mirror or out of body pov, but i looked taller, lanky ish, short black hair, elven male facial structure, my outfit then a black shirt, as if i was one of my envisioned/spellcrafted 2 sons from ambi.
I entered a fancy classroom like an auditorium in the style of the Meyerson theater.
The teacher was sitting on a fancy lowback armchair facing a semicricle of students who all turned to see me enter.
We exchanged a pleasantry or light joke.
I observed their class discussion a moment, then helped them hang or fix some floppy pale panel like a sound absorbing device to the diagonal ceiling section touching the head-level top of the matching-color wall. There was sunlight through a skylight or two.
My shirt rose up, showing my waist, bc i was using my right hand and arm straight forward and slightly up to help hold the connection of the two panel halves while 2 girl students up behind it moved away, testing its hold strength.
A female student sitting behind my left side, several yards away, in a small group of students, was smiling as she watched me, and joked to me, asking why I didn’t act/play the part of falling down so i didnt have to keep holding/helping.
I had a chuckle at that.
So now my ‘dreams’ are not of blackops ssp stuff, or turning into gray fog float form, or Thor flying, or being shown empty new curvy spaceships by Dress Whites Navy officers bald, but of the richest and best-looking students and schools, and they talk with me now.
Much improvement.
Amen.
Wed6sept2023 ~5am dreamlog had many dreams and the last one was me at a white collapsible card table desk in a simple spacious apartment or hotel room, discussing blackops with a guy who looked like elon musk. We were sitting on collapsible chairs. I asked him if neutralization would always mean killing, and said “we” (my team) could do that type of op, but that we would always assume “neutralize” meant killing. We then talked of where to put the payments. I asked if banks were out of the question, or if he knew of ones that would not care about sudden large deposits. He suggested i’d be paid 5mil the first year, then again the 2nd and so on.
Interesting ‘dream’.
wed13sept2023: ~5am. I was looking at a magazine and realized there was a sexy comic drawing in it of naked white women in strange biomechanical hover pods colored dark olive drab/green. Some pods had 2 women held together in 69-like positions. There were matching-color (dark-green) mechanical tentacles, too. I distinctly remember frowning a bit in confusion at one image/scene until I realized what I was looking at were ass cheeks and feet of a white woman on her shins and leaning forward in one of the pods. I flipped through the pages to see how much of the magazine had that comic. It was like a Heavy Metal adult comics magazine; many pages were of that story. I then found the pages where there was a dark floor on the 2nd or 3rd story of an empty warehouse, and women were being ushered into it from a door or vehicle parked in the garage, then out onto a balcony under the evening blue sky, a hovering spaceship above the warehouse like the ones in Halo. They got beamed up from that balcony, some panicking about this, not wanting to go out there. Was this the first comic I read in dreamspace?
thu14sept2023, ~4am: Dreamed i got my guns back, and now had a bootcamp-style upright rack for them, and then went to a nice dinner dressed up in a tux with a pretty girl or two and a smooth skin, natural medium tan, platinum blonde, petite elven waitress, seen from the back as i was bid enter by the equally attractive hostess.
My dreams are getting way better, and now almost always have multiple sexy young short females perfect for Me.
Amen.
fri15sept2023 ~4am: Red marble like charred bark i could pull off in layers… from a vertical slab… up on a rectangular-prism ledge/platform of the same.
Walking on a frozen pond, evenly/flatly snow-frosted/-covered, and happy about idea of returning when it thawed, then feeling it crack beneath my boots, and dropped a few inches in, but feeling no water
sat16sep2023 ~5am: 1st time dreaming of writing on notebook paper my ships’ uses;
ssbs for dimming a star,
then psbs for one-shotting a world’s surface free of humanimals,
msbs for correctly reassembling an asteroid belt into a world, or a planetary ring into a moon,
etc.
Sun17sep2023 ~4am: dreamed I was in a Lost in Space-style large wide hightech camper offroading vehicle wide enough to easily seat 3 or 4 ppl per row, like humvee wide. There were males and females n it w me, young and middle-aged, but all healthy and attractive. I was on the right side of the middle passengers seat, looking forward at gear bundled up and stowed in a shelf-like partition separating my row from the front psgr seat.
Then i was on a plateau-like ledge, uneven terrain, on a black collapsible waterproof lawnchair-like thing, worried i was too close to the cliff edge, not wanting to try climbing down, but i rotated with the seat n my grip, got my legs over that side, and found that there were many perfect grips like indoor rock-climbing gym bulges bolted on.
Then i was in a tall gymnasium, happy, told to help get all the yellow expedition furniture out, and invited to climb 1 of the 3 hanging ropes btwn me and the multistory seethrough storage area where the yellow furniture was piled up. There were young-ish attractive ppl already at each rope, incl an rjh-haired hottie at the one on the left i was jogging across the dim gym room floor toward. She was smiling to me. I climbed that rope easily. It swayed this way and that. I realized i could lean out and hold my hands flat, my arms bent, causing myself to spin around the rope. I then held on only w my feet, leaning out at an angle, still spinning without falling off somehow.
Typist’s memes/spells of Cupid and Athena helping me have dreams like great love stories of ancient times… seems to have really helped; that dream was full of hightech, comfort, exploration, camping, climbing, hotties, fitness, fun, happiness, etc. : )
wed20sep2023 ~4am: 1st time performing a concert; small stage, guitarist looked like Joss Whedon a bit, hundreds n audience, i walked circle on stage as i played, switched to bass guitar, recognized and sang a couple songs, unfortunately an out of shape woman was on stage for some reason, perhaps a dream intruder demon.
Then 1st time asked on a date n a dream; petite sexy white blackhaired girl teen face model, and we thought about getting a tat to symbolize our upcoming one night stand. So cool. Wonderful dreams, these days. If only humans behaved; they would get to share such nice experiences.
sat23sep2023 ~4am through ~7am: First dream of being n larger taller whiter v of grandpa cliffside mansion, dining rm, evil fake mothr at end of table, evil fake sis at right side, me realizing it was more like a kitchen island and bright medium blue cleaning liquid had spilled and been left n every drawer.
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Dreamed frustrated and yelling about ambi who showed up and did not give me her nbr
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First dream n an apartment like arch city, sexy petite white brunette naked, i felt her pussy already wet, she said she had let a guy fuck her while i was on the phone, i carried her to the bedroom, missionary, felt my cock push btwn her pussy lips, felt her tongue on my tongue in her mouth
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Pale orange horse cartoon neck and face, w orange mane
I remember telling someone in dream-space about the silvery basketball-sized device which generated an antigravity field or something that prevented people from touching it even when they pushed toward it with all their strength, and how it did nothing to stop them when disassembled, but looked like it had no power source and only a few parts.
Tue26Sep2023 ~4am: Dif’-colored ‘mech-like suits on many ppl, in groups by color, 1 red group,, 1 yellpw, 1 blue, last green, and n a brown walls hall room n ring shape, and me moving wuickly past them all, catchy music playing
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In a gym sized room with a big amoevic shaped 6’ deep seimming pool, me swimming w 1 person, practicing and discussing something for antarctica, and a few ppl squatting or sitting near the edge of the pool, not n the water.
I saw Ellen Cleary sitting or on all 4s on floor at one side, and thought how great she still looks after 20 yrs. Too bad not the case irl.
Then it was just me and her, she got naked, her body more elven than n hs, and she said her guy was leaving, so we started getting close and having sex.
I wondered if it was a setup or if we would be left alone to continue. We got to continue.
Wed27Sep2023 ~3am: Big dim gym, multiple basketball courts together, similar to prev dream’s dim gym i ran through to do a climbing rope.
A couple middleaged guys n it, 1 at a collapsible table facing me, he on a laptop, sitting back on a collapsible chair.
Food was mentioned.
He asked where i wanted to get food from; the school would pay for it.
I looked at either my phone or his laptop; unsure, just rmbr seeing a screen like google map, saw a horizontal highway line near the top of a white urban area, numerous restaurant markers in center of screen below it, zoomed in, they spread out amd became more markers.
Then sat at a dif collapsible table, 1 guy at my left, 1 hot girl sitting at far short end to my left, 1 hot boobsy girl w shoulderlength wavy dirtyblonde almost darkgray hair sitting on opp longside facing me, everyone seemingly on their phone, though guy may have been on a laptop, those restaurants i searched were mentioned, girl at end said something, vibe was to bait me into convo or date, girl across from me said something, smirking but not looking at me, i mentioned the nice steakhouse, odd bc i am vegan, she perked up and said “must be nice” or something, finally glancing up at me, hoping i found her sexy, in a hopeful tone, wanting me to take her, i then looked to girl at end, then back to hottie across from me.
Gym now reminds me of one years ago in dream i was behind pep rally bleachers in before going outside to night football field wraparound outer track/staging area.
fri29sep2023 ~5am: Saw a middleaged caucasian fat ish balding programmer guy who returned to his office building basement private room collapsible-chair desk to do data entry after building databases or something, and the computer in a woman’s voice talked to him when it noticed numbers he was entering may have been in error, asking him in a concerned tone if those numbers were calculated by someone new to the team, something like that; she worded it differently.
Then he was riding in a convertible w a guy w shoulderlength dark brown hair except for a bald spot at the top back of his head.
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Returned to a familiar topographical map of similar dark olive color scheme to that stack of fake grass miniatures models terrain slices i once worked with after the military.
I saw the streets as pale gray lines, cul-de-sacs atop hills, and dashed gray lines as trails. I had once tried to drive this and find a way past the private neighborhood guardhouses. I planned to do so better this time, using my memory of the roads and trails i had found during that scouting years go.
I spotted a trail that seemed to work well, and then found a new street that went to it before having to take the highway the long way around.
I was then on the gravely road itself, near a hilltop, daylight, an alley to my right, the sounds of wild animals downhill in a narrow tributary greenbelt w a forest canopy.
I continued up the gravely road to where i crested the ridgeline, seeing the coast a mile or so ahead and down the other side.
I was then in a small pale gray floor tiles beachfront hotel or apartments building ground floor, between inner and outer (coastline views) suites. It was empty except for one guy i did not look at in an alcove or inner hall i walked past.
I got to a stairwell nexus to a food court, and a tan blonde woman shorter than me was hurrying down the stairs with a smile, heading to a workout maybe with a personal trainer she was meeting. I did not like her makeup when she came into view exiting that staircase to my floor, then walking to me and past my right side.
I entered the food court. It also only had 1 or 2 ppl in it.
Yesterday (fri29sep2023), usa map, driving route from Indiana to VA, shifted down to SC, in planned searching for Ambi
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Today (sat30sep2023), driving around shitty Indiana, got snowy, planned to go from shitty town to bigger town in same state, also in search of her. Ugh.

OCTOBER:

sun1oct2023, before 4:57am, ~4:44:
Nice luxury castle ish hilltop house manor but not cabin like for some reason. Maybe a previous home she used in a previous era?
Empty at first, and dim, no lights on, but still bright enough to see all rooms, i explored, then returned to the house sometime later, excited to find someone like a supermodel passed out on the master bed. She had exotic light brown olive skin, naturally tan/dusky, yet vibed like ambi.
When she came to, i gently assured her no need to be afraid of me in her house.
It vibed like our house, and she, almost naked, wearing something extremely ancient and showy and form fitting, like the chains lingerie hyperslut (in a good way; hot) outfit typist sent a pic of a week or two ago, began talking w me, perhaps telepathically, facing me, inching closer, wanting to be loving w me.
She confirmed it was our house; she had paid for it for us to be a couple in.
We stood hugging, then kissing.
She showed her fangs for a moment, and they were fearsome.
I frown pouted a bit, saying, “please do not scare me.”
She immediately stopped showing her fangs, and we kissed some more, then eased out of our embrace.
I wondered why she was a bit fuller/plumper/darker than ambi, remembering when i partially stirred to the waking side…that i had seen realAmbi, who was smooth white in AZ like i prefer, and felt thankful realAmbi looked whiter, etc.
So who was the darker v of her, and why was she darker?
Unprecedented; a 1st, i believe; never got into the special private residence of the/my queen before, or seen her naked, or dressed sexily, or sleeping, or embracing me, or communicating numerous sentences w me.
I remember also stucco archways of a light brown tan ish color, and paintings on the wall.
In one room, she mentioned wanting/deciding to have placed a specific painting, perhaps by its artist’s single name; we were beginning to decorate together. <3
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Me eating ritz crackers outside somewhere else.
Picked up emptied ritz sleeve, 2 still full ones, pillow, and walked past crowd who were on collapsible white lawn chairs, sitting down at a collapsible white table to finish eating the crackers, while some female said to them how i ate so many of the things.
An asian-african hybrid in knight armor ran in, shoving another knight back, as the asian hybrid was in a hurry to speak w an older darkskinned knight beside/behind my chair. After a few sentences exchanged, the hybrid felt ready to leave again, and hurried back the way he’d come, past a schoolbus, and around some white risers, out of sight, no helmet the whole time, just body armor and a sword and maybe combat sneakers.
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Then i was in a house with someone similar to Ariel. She wore a tight thin strappy top and panties. I joined her on a bed. We watched a tv show where a blonde shoulderlength petite torso smooth shoulders woman in feminine armor was on horseback, talking with a man atop a hill or plateau as they watched a few hundred arrive on horseback down the hill, the man telling her that numerous other tribes, though far and disconnected from the event, had still sent all they could.
She rode to the plateau edge to begin addressing/welcoming the newcomers by tribe, switching her accent and word choices and facial expressions and plateau overlook spots to honor each group.
She put a smoking pipe in her mouth to address group 3. I then saw she had a sling of light blue and white lining under her shoulder exposing dark red and black leather like torso armor.
Suddenly, there was a crane truck driving on the plateau straight at her, shooting something like a futuristic beam weapon, and then a humvee with a rocketpod and gun mounted, driving toward the crane truck, engaging it in a firefight, but with a different beam weapon that shot a stream of purple lines like a wider laser.
The crane truck turned its big crane and fired a missile from it, hitting a house on a hill across the valley where the new group of horseback aid had arrived, and the house exploded, the blonde not happy about that, she knowing someone in there.
The humvee used that moment to turn on its flamethrower, it now close enough to the crane truck to roast its cab, and the crane truck crew died from that, though i did not see them burn. Somehow, i just knew they had perished.
Then i was no longer standing on that plateau in the middle of the skirmish. I was back on the right side of the bed, leaning against the headboard, the Ariel-like woman sitting on the left side, her knees up.
We both got up. I asked if they (that show) had ever had trucks before (as i had not expected modern or laser weapons in this episode).
She said no.
I asked if they had ever had time rifts before.
She said no.
She seemed in a mood, and i thought maybe she did not like my smell bc i had not showered n a while.
She left the bedroom, its lights still on, the whole room well lit.
I stood and tried to clear the bed, placing things on the nightstand on my side.
I woke.
An owl was hooting. The same bird from last night was screeching, a distinct sound, but not bad.
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So i first saw ambi in shadows…then a sexy-faced platinum blonde…and then a redhead like Ariel, all n the same night of dreaming/astral-space… : )
tue3oct2023 ~4am: jada perfected-v (fixed attitude and head, thigh-gap, etc.) being sexy slutty posing in cheekies dark shiny green in low ceiling apartment’s kitchen while cooking, and i got mad at my phi e bc it wasn’t taking pictures of each pose
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Then on dark carrier in bay, low lighting, deep blue or gray like stormy or overcast predawn or late-afternoon sky, and sturdy bald mild-tan guy slid down what looked like snow on the side of the flight deck, then jumped from the side and swam proudly in the dark water
Found yautja mask thin, was told not to put it on, put it on and a yautja white came and killed whole room but me, dragged their bodies into middle, and i wuietly hovered around and above it, staying cloaked.
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Planned w a couple guys to trap more of them,
Arsenal under stairs,
Etc.
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Gym w lit bball court, beach balls, me looking up and volleyball hitting one after headbutting it, no tackle, everyone polite, just a few on the court, then two trams of a dozen or more, and my team formed a linked-arms ring around the other, keeping them in a line, and there were floor-tape markings, and my team leader called my name, asking where i was, i then remembering that i was to either inject myself or inject a player on the opp team for some reason, and i decided i could do neither, as i am against such things, even though i was standing on and looking down at the floor-tape which, for this game, was meant for triggering that action.
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In a brick apartment above ground level.
Some maybe black tables and other furnishings.
Decorated.
Nice vibe.
Black haired white girl nervously dared to say maybe we can go on a date, wanting to but shy, as we had just met.
I kindly warmly agreed and asked if she wanted to have a meal at home or go out to dinner.
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More dreams, all good.
I am remembering more per night.
Few nights ago dan malik outside small concrete public toilets building told me to come in and help him clean them.
Apparently he was a janitor of the little themepark or whatever I was at.
I said no at first, almost laughing, always shutting down attempts to order me, but said alright, wanting to help an old acquaintance.
When i parked and went in, he had a tense vibe. I said ofc i recognize him and am happy to help. I said his full name.
He kept his head turned to his right, not looking at me.
All he said was, “Dedicated.” and it vibed/resonated/revealed that he was talking about my commitment to my great life’s work, yet in a retardedly negative way, wanting to mock and bully me about it, but completely and automatically deflected by my vastly-superior chi/life-force, unable to phase me even in the slightest, merely re-revealing his darkness/evil/patheticness.
His vibe said he had planned to lure me in there and assault me, maybe bc no cameras.
I held my gaze right at him, seeming to glow white.
Then i chose to wake up bc the cleaning and convo weren’t going anywhere.
Prev night dream was flying past a pyramid cluster in a jungle clearing, w houses or shops built right up against it, and going into that village of shops, into a room with dark blue walls and a tan bald caucasian guy giving a short speech or selling food or something.
thu12oct2023 ~4am: Was trying to complete a paper test or form, and needed info from a website, so i entered a number from the printed test, then tried to read the info on the site, and an annoying short blackhaired attentionwhore student guy at a desk near mine kept reading the info on my screen as if he didnt understand i could read it or was reading it. I turned to him and told him to focus his attention the other way. He got mad instd of apologetic. Lol
near the final week of 2023 October: worried I suddenly had a lock of white/gray hair
near the final week of 2023 October: running outside in daylight on grass on a campus in my red and black boxer briefs
final week of 2023 October: refusing to take a test in a classroom or university library because I no longer had my heart in it, now devoted to my own thing
sun29oct2023 during full Moon, <4am~:
dreamed i went to a newer sleeker/smoother black v of my current vehicle
and all good/perfect-vibes ppl, fully compatible, dream by dream, this night;
all females were shorter than me, positive, genuine, sexy, smiling, sweet feminine voices, ideal in every way, naked, letting me fuck them,
all males vibing well, too, never in my way, always just fucking one of the girls somewhere in view, etc.
and one of the females softly said my name, “Austin”, it finally sounding right (all humans having said it in the wrong tone in the Waking before).
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there was also, before the last of those good-vibe polite hotties, a school desk or table for multiple students,
and my backpack and textbooks and binder full of papers/notes,
and some kind of quiz on paper, I think,
and I didn’t know the answers,
and Joaquin Phoenix was at the same table, to my left, saying something positive about my knowledge or something.
Tue31oct2023 between 4 and 8am:
1st time learning yoga in a dream, seeing a list with at least 8 positions in sequence, numbered bulletnotes, I using a tube like a periscope or telescope to see 4 names on a tattoo on a thigh of a woman with india complexion light brown, then writing those names onto my numbered list, then saying them to someone, perhaps an instructor or exam observer making sure I was learning to spell and sequence them.
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then 1st time teaching it, i doing poses in desert marpat uniform for a platoon or so of military/ssp, most silently following my lead, a couple/few struggling but doing their best
end Oct.
Flash of a memory or dream this predawn: multiple classrooms, windows line near ceiling of back wall, rectangular prism supports at classroom corners, desks like in middle school, movable walls opened to make classrooms one big classroom

NOVEMBER:

~2nov: Went down in a basement home and saw it cluttered
Left up the brick walls stairs to street level daytime
Rainbow split into 5 lines like colored pool tubes
They realigned as i drove on
Tried to uturn and go back to take its pic
Left lane ended with a white angle curb and 2 guys on it doing municipal work
Ppl honked when i parked
Called in order at nice restaurant i remembered the menu of
Left around corner to watch phone vids
Returned and the restaurant was busier
Asked if my order was ready
Saw a bowl of brown soup or dark bread topped w something like seasoned cheese, on bar countertop between occupied seats, and no one eating it but it did not look like mine
Walked past, farther in
A nice young man shaved head brunette waiter sitting at inner bar on back wall asked if i had my order
I said it had been about 20mins and nothing yet, polite and calm
He made a noise of compassionate irritation on my behalf and got up to go check for me
fri3nov2023 ~5am: was in a 2story trailer-shaped house in a rural area,
a sexy White blonde teen or preteen daughter was starting to stay naked and hang out late,
at first concerning her fam living in that house,
but they told me all they knew,
and I went out looking for her,
and eventually found her,
and she came back to their house, clearly enlightened/ascended, free as can be, perfectly fine with sleeping and staying naked all the time,
an obvious evolution/breakthrough (evolving back out of the brainwashing nonsense modern humans were guilty of corrupting their society with).
I then ended up with her and other sexy young naked free/d females in a much bigger 3-story (with basement) mansion-sized house in another rural area, surrounded by a greenbelt or forest,
and was with a rock-band group of guys, all of us having a good time,
converting the place by adding a big TV to the kitchen countertop angle-bar (not the island, but the breakfast/serving surface next to it and between the kitchen and the living room),
and we had close to 30 or 40 people just hanging out, all the girls naked and roaming around, just being free and together, etc.
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I explained my city principles such as you should know where you are in the world bc of distinct architecture
sat4nov2023: Started as me seemingly having recovered in a facility on a garden world from being wounded, perhaps a leg issue.
It was like a white-walls greenhouse in one area.
A young man was talking with me.
I got used to walking in it again, then went outside. It was like a farm out there, the temperature cool, pleasant.
We seem to have come under attack from a small number of people, and began jogging/hurrying around.
I ended up in a tall armored vehicle like the Halo game’s Mammoth.
We drove to a small base while talking. There were people in camo uniforms. Some had dark islander skin.
We went into the outpost and it was a spartan 2story facility.
We had to start clearing it, room by room, but it was quiet and easy.
Someone asked if I had scuba training, as a pool-like rectangular floor area, well lit from down under its surface, was found and being entered by a shaved-head young man in swim trunks with a snorkel or something. Others were crouched around that pool, helping.
I said, “No, not yet.”
After that, we went to a bigger facility higher up in the cool mountains, and it was like an academy, or had been retrofitted to become one.
There was a cadet officer I passed, a scarf covering his collar lapel rank insignia, so i did not know he was a high-ranking cadet.
He stopped me as i passed, showing me his rank by moving his dark purple or maroon scarf.
I acknowledged him and we chatted.
Then i ended up outside where someone with a handheld tool was excreting a bright yellow line to electrically connect things on dark gray rock, forming a web of unmoving goo tubes with the stuff, teaching to use the trigger to let the excreted lines be thicker, thus causing a surer connection.
I ended up over a 1story cliff, looking down on a perfect-circle hole that had been made apparently by precision-blast before i had arrived, and one of the yellow tube goo lines was being formed into something in it.
I was shown how some kind of explosive could perfectly raise factory/warehouse empty palettes the same way that force had been used to cause the horizontal manhole-diameter circle hole, and saw a few palettes move straight up and down from the concrete floor, the others adjacent undisturbed.
A short bald pinkish-skinned staff nco or officer walked briskly by. I saluted him, but mostly bc of his in/tense vibe, and gave me a look as if surprised i had saluted him. I wondered if i should not salute him indoors.
There was a bit more, but i woke soon after.
5 or 6 November 2023: Refused going bk to that antarctica island from before..
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Saw carol demon/blobscum at dark wood table in small room restaurant or cafe,
I sat at chair along wall,
it turned to look over right shoulder at me twice, then aconowledged me 2nd time, nervously said it thought it knew me, but vibed as obv remembering me,
I remained calm and eerie smirked almost, saying i only go to antarctic research stations,
it got up and left; i had scared its evil away this 2nd time/encounter
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Then on a farm, a single yellow duckling…
A tiny mouse wanting me to pick it up…
Tue7nov: I saw Persephone, my ship, modeled, landing during bright daylight, or in a white computer environment, landing smoothly and briefly to drop off a vehicle, it then lifting back up and retracting its ramp. That made me smile, very happy.
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Then Freya emotionally cried out, and I was pulled into her life/area/dreamspace. I was shown a big complex of aligned byildings similar to nuclear powerplant stacks, but they were egg shaped, not concave, and their lids hovered over them, as if magnetically suspended above tueir circular tops. I was in a suburban middle seat, she driving while telling me she worried she had called her project manager, an important man managing 100/+ big projects at once somehow, and somehow maybe alienated him, so she had called back, repeating the worried and apologetic message she had left him, and was now confiding this in me because of how worried she was about getting fired or booted from her project.
We were then in a well-lit white-ish / daytime boardroom just above ground-level, and I walked to her but she did not want me to touch or hug her, so I respected that and stopped halfway.
Her shirt was longsleeve and black.
I assured her I was only trying to comfort and reassure her, but she was still so shaken by some mistake call she had made / message left.
Our telepathic contact continued as i entered half-awake. I told her how glad I was to see her again, and that i was glad the typist softdisclosed her, and that i could not deal with the typist anymore, but i really wanted to see her, and have missed her all this time.
I asked if we could just hang out, like to sit together and eat popcorn at the end of her days.
I told her i am busy on a big project of my own, but that i will always make time for her.
I told her of course i am attracted to her; she is wonderful, but i will control myself.
She kept smiling that amazing smile of hers, tears in her eyes, they red a bit from worry, and we had this back-and-forth discussion of how we would or should resume interacting.
Eventually she admitting she wants me there, needs me there, and we telepathically sat together, she at my left, close, on her tan couch at home, facing her wallmounted flatscreen, it off, our hands holding.
I asked if she wanted to go on walks with me, and if i can hold her hand.
We telepathically started That.
I am so glad she needed me and cried out, causing me to reconnect, appearing for her.
I told her i will look at her project, and that i meditate on such things, always finding ways to save others money, time, etc., making projects more efficient.
I was looking down at a paper on the desk in her lit office/boardroom as i said that. It had a black square outline on it.
We then telepathically were naked, her on my lap, our auras relaxing, relieved, reconnected. We were making love.
She ended up resting on my chest, finding peace again, stabilized.
I held her gently. She closed her eyes, face on my chest.
This is good.
Wed8nov2023. Was in a platoon getting ready to do outdoor pt. We formed up. Everything seemed normal and chill. Then a new guy joined the formation, a hispanic with telltall dark shallow rude evil eyes and matching small dark aura, and he immediately was out of line, talking shit.
I disregarded it, calm, and led the formation into the woods as instructed, stopping for situps, pushups, etc..
The new guy kept talking shit, loud enough for the whole platoon to hear, even being openly specifically racist against me.
I finally said something to him, standing while he was down in the situps formation, asking him if he hadnt seen that there were members of every race and skin color with us.
He kept fuming and talking cocky shit.
I took him aside to try and figure out what was going on.
He tried to start a fight with me.
I avoided his punch and punched him first, then subdued him.
I ended up with him on his shins in the company office, some blood on the side of his head caked, dried, darker, and I again calmed down, or had remained calm, and tried to talk to him, telling him I would be gone soon, if I lived through the mext deployment, so he wouldnt have to deal with me, if there was just something about me he hadn’t liked from the start.
He may have mumbled something or finally just listened.
I noticed a higher-up was now sitting in an attached open-wall room facing us. I went over and took a knee, facing him, saying i was waiting on a staffNCO or officer.
He stood then and walked a few steps into the middle of the room i had been in, and i explained what had happened.
I saw his hair was strawberry blonde, almost dark.
He was slightly taller than me.
He did the standard officer thing of trying to act tough and mad professionally, and asked me why he shouldnt have me thrown in the brig, “bit and _” (unsure of final word/s, seemed like a saying).
I said i understood, staying respectful.
The takeaway here is that it was my first time in dreamspace defending myself from assault,
and i remained calm even when verbally abused and slandered,
and i won the fight,
and i stayed professional and kept trying to talk things through,
and i immediately reported what had happened,
and i was then threatened in front of the bad soldier/marine, when i should have been spoken to in private and then thanked for my professionalism and control of the situation.
Even in dreamspace, i was insanely misinterpreted and overreacted to by both the lowest and higher ranking.
Is this yet another evil attempt against me?
Is this yet another sign i must annihilate the humans?
Must i even annihilate/rapture in dreamspace?
I am impressed with my professionalism here and there, and still wondering why i keep getting bullied in spite of standing up for myself professionally…
Such a strange species, humans are.
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During the dream, the platoon had been in white tshirts, i alone in full forest camo fatigues and helmet.
At the end of that dream, i noticed i was in desert fatigues, brown boots instd of tan, a tan blanket or warming layer draped over a forearm, my current facial hair.
fri10nov2023 before 2am pst.
Was in a familiar room like an airport terminal waiting area,
tan carpet,
eggshell-white walls,
digital info screens in the supports or partitions (this walls separating the walking section from the seating areas by the window-walls.
That Goggins SEAL guy was there, and we chatted, I then joining him at his left to do some pushups. He seemed cheery and grateful.
I remembered having started writing a short book in that place, about shrimplike shelled sea creature types/races off the local coastline, and found my color-coded book outline sentences on one of the black-bg floor/table screens, as well as, a moment later, on the white-bg wall-screens. The notes were readable, and i reread them all, all of it familiar to me, such as the paragraph about the different fecal matter in the water that those creatures fed on, benefitting from.
Some lines of text were in multiple colors, such as yellow to start, then green. It looked like color-coded computer-code in those GUIs/apps.
I pictured the whole coastline (on a dark map) after reading the book title, something about “crustaceans of the north Pacific”.
I decided to update my waking website w that book.
I also remembered, and told someone in that room, i had started this book while trying different veteran-assistance bunkhouses. I remembered 2 such facilities/buildings in the area, both having had unpleasant veterans in them.
I told the people around me of bad roommates who had woken me when they returned, even though we often had to wake at 5am, ready to run, one yanking my bedsheet off me in that memory.
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I ended up in a dif area w many uniformed personnel in dark camo fatigues, like an army hazmat team.
At some point, we handled corpses.
I felt a cold surge of energy enter my toenails and fingernails, thinking nothing of it.
Later, i noticed my right big toenail had turned solid purple and blue, cracked like dried desert mud, and had a ridge diagonally down the middle, the inner side bluer, the outer side wider and purple.
I asked about it, and was told it was from exposure to those corpses we had handled.
We were to be more careful next time, wearing gloves etc.
I carried a few wood-like things to a dark green bin, opening its lid, and tossing them in.
To close the lid, it took a few steps, as an inner flat surface had to be hinged in place, then a narrow side piece hinged up over it, then smaller pale wood-like levers or latches put on pegs, then the outer lid hinged back over.
A cuban-skinned shaved-head brunette male in my same fatigues seemed a little ticked at me for my earlier exposure to what caused the discoloration of my toenails, but i wasnt worried and didnt care, probably a wise instinct, i somehow knowing i would be fine.
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I was then on a megacarrier with spacious decks and lit rooms, gray carpet, white walls.
It had a Star Wars look and feel, but more like the Navy irl.
I noticed my toenails looked and felt fine again.
We were in dark blue Navy-style fatigues like mechanic suits.
I was told to get ready, so went and suited up in power armor like a mini battlemech, and joined my group in an upper meeting room like a mini hangar.
Everyone else was in normal armor/suits, not mech-like like my bigger bulkier one.
The two leaders, a white male officer, and a black female snco, asked why i was n that armor.
I happily told them of the guy who had told me to get ready.
They vibed as concerned i had contaminated the armor due to my toenail issue.
I knew it was fine, though; i knew i could not contaminate it, as the thing had healed, and was not communicable, anyway.
I went down a level and saw by the wide stairwell the “A-type mechs” open-wall closet, but they did not look like my armor.
A couple sailors behind me on the stairwell had laughed a bit, vibing as cunty about my noob way of searching the ship for where my armor belonged.
I went down another level, finding “B-type mechs” closet, and it had a wider entry, but those armor suits were wider than what i had on.
I woke.
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This seems like yet-another SSP memory, and yet more evidence i was in multiple branches of service out there, and many nice locations, and healing even from necrosis with ease, feeling no pain.
sat11nov2023.
Saw cb’s disgusting glutton fat-ass, and just as disgusting was his behavior, just like before; he threatened to shoot/murder me (not that he’d done that IRL before; I just mean his behavior was about as retarded IRL before).
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Then i was n some kind of tall (multistory) prison cafeteria, asking if they had vegan food. Lol; similar to how i am still, for the moment, stuck around the retarded humans, having to ask Them the same.
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Then i showed some convicts or troops at a table, using food as a visual aid to form tube “shapes” (forms), how to arrange a truck-mounted weapon-system similar to the T.O.W. I used.
sun12nov2023. Had another few firsts, but remembered them clearly when it was still predawn.
What I remember clearly at 7:30am is that I was teaching something, then flying in formation with a dozen or so healthy people in the air, none needing even power armor, just flying like witches without brooms, but one carried a unique flag on a guide-on pole, and another carried the american flag the same way. We descended through the clouds to the u.s. fleet during Operation Highjump, and used vril or something to attack and bomb and devastate it. One of its ships started announcing propaganda/lies, obviously lies bc of the unmistakable voice tone. I was then in the mind of a sailor who had fled ashore and was hunkering down behind a terrain curve and body-sized object, perhaps a small boulder, and heard someone took shrapnel to the testicle and died.
Then another first: I was a brunette viking or pre-russia aryan man in a furs-looking masculine garb, standing outside on dark gray rocky flat terrain, an L-shaped group of aligned 1-story (2story w attics) buildings/houses by/behind me, very close, and i cried out a while, mourning a loss, and then heard narration, as if it was a movie.
Tuesday 14 November 2023, NV, predawn during latest new Moon: my top-wife, Ambi, came twice to me in my ‘dreams’, the 2nd time talking with a teen girl, perhaps a new assistant of hers, on the other side of a wall, in a house we were all using, and I saw her chalkboard with magnets and attached cute spellcasting symbols/art.
thu16nov2023
Grocery store getting stuff at a salad bar by the deli glass display case curve
Went for an open potato and said i wanted a loaded baked potato, thus would make one at home
Held a piece of open bread underwater tons outgassing air release sound and bubbles, commented on it
Riding dark green 1wheel chair thing w the lfb demon/monster (why???)
Leaned more and more forward
Tipped forward, causing it to lower, retracting its wheel
Ended up on street pavement
Asked about it
Picked groc back up
I suppose it means i mastered self-control, as i had no upset energy surge even when back around such an evil freak
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Ended up at a short blocky pyramid with air holes vents at top
Climbed it and rested/paused at top, holding on bc nervous about falling down
Seemed familiar; pretty sure was up on it before, years ago
Totally chill/serene/right vibe, being on it like i was
A Huse-like short young guy walked up and out the scaffolding beside, greeted me, talked w me up there without looking at me
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Then i was playing a vr video game like a fusion of Minecraft and Stardew Valley, building up stuff with blocks and features new to me, on a grassy flat area in a greenbelt clearing,
and went into the “world” of another player who vibed as a distant/moody female, and i helped her bc she was just starting out, thus had only a few crop-blocks placed, and they were not yet growing anything for her.
Then the game was modded/updated, causing new mobs/bad-guys and block functions, so i dragged a few white stringy blocks over near her crops, and considered building a whole wall-enclosed area for her, but remembered how long my complex fortification ideas take to build, so decided to return to my own “world”.
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Was coding a game, looked like in a gymnasium tall, with incomplete chains like Minecraft blocks at 90degrees to rolled-up projector-screen or partition-curtain blocks tubes lines above in the almost-shadows,
Started having an issue with attractive teen girls or other NPCs approaching the player avatar and mildly becoming hostile; they would walk up slowly, normally, then turn hostile, mildly.
Started adjusting the code in the GUI/code interface web browser / app window on my screen,
Vanessa Hudgens being the last one to, then draw a small knife or something, raise it to strike,
and with that latest approach, I instinctively raised my actual knife, and found I could block the vr one as if they had become real…or i had willed myself into the game…or willed the game and reality to merge as one,
I heard the casual clink sound as her dagger or pocketknife and my kitchen-knife met, mine under hers, and then she moved it to try a different approach, which i also blocked, but by then her code was fixed by the other coder.
That fellow coder was helping, came over to my pc, sat w her own laptop to my left, fixed the issue, I asked to show me how, and she went into my interface to do so, and I got nervous bc someone else had access to my work/code
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Walked around 3 adjacent schools, starting right outside an elem one, passing middle, going around corner of the hs, all dark brown brick exteriors, 1story, grassy courtyard with 1 open side, normal sidewalks like at Huffman, evening sky dimness, entering, already wanting to leave and go back to the elem to enter it, picturing its hallway lighting colors and hotties in it, harvesting them for use, encountering and pacifying one of the evil minions (black-wearing false-cop troll “mob”; spawn).
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Woke
Fri17nov2023. Was in Halo armor, forest green / olive drab, standing from a chair, mustering at an ATV, other Spartans around me, talking w them, planning a mission, I checking an assault rifle that was not of the Earth, running low on its ammo, loading up on white pistols that were also not of the Earth (putting a dozen or more of them on my utility belt), etc.
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then getting my facial hair back, making sure it was securely reattached before i went on a Goggins-duration jog
Dozens since last entry, such as meetings of smiling youthful elites, some taller than me
monday27november2023, ~just after midnight: Was tall blonde SEAL student n group of 4 incl me, camos green, packs, walking into empty bldg, up stairs many floors to helo pickup for skydive to water, remembered doing this exercise years ago and enjoying, philosophical talk me to shorter brunette guy on team, saying it doesnt matter as much which trng we do, only that we r helping and enjoying it.
Then on sand in jungle clearing at night, hacking and stacking bamboo or branches, telling higherup what we were working on, pile of chipped jungle material
wed29nov2023 ~4am: eyebriws looked thin/paler,
then was leaning out 2nd story window over open garage to look at the front if my red wide flat hood of a nice classic car halfway out on the driveway, a firetruck pulled up, a dirtyblonde short ponytail woman in firefighter pants etc got out of the firetruck and put a thick rope diagonally from the truck over the hood of my red car and lit it on fire, leaving a black smudge on the car hood. Went downstairs and started telling ppl in the dark tan wood rectangular prism posts cabin-like shared house what I saw. Went to garage to check on my vehicle.
Then I was on a thin hard-ish gray-blue carpet, dealing with a laptop issue or perhaps just annoyed that someone had come in right before I was about to enjoy a video on that laptop, and I talked with them, and they asked me to meet their younger sister who had sought me, so I went out into the hall, the carpet color perhaps only medium-gray out there, and spoke with her, she reminding me of Cali a bit, though also of others who had gravitated to me as natural friends, and the whole time I was concerned about being scrutinized and slandered by those who in the waking had done those unthinkable and pointless things to me, they having always defaulted to misinterpreting things, thinking they were under threat or attack, then making slanderous sweeping generalizations and baseless allegations; that actually ended up on the dream-side. Fucking hell.
Thu30nov2023 ~2am pst. Was in a newer remodel of bigsky, amidst a crowd near the downtown market lawn. I noticed a leggy girl in fishnet and a micro skirt showing her lower asscheeks walk right in front of me amd away, as if ensuring i got to see her backside a while. I remarked, “now That is a skirt” or something like that.
Then i was in a 2story wide school I have been in many times in dreamspace, like shepton middle school original but more of a white and gray college look and feel. Was in one classroom. Sorting my pc desktop and noticing images kept being auto set as desktop wallpaper. Tried to figure out why, then just find a nice pic to use. Found one with purple foliage and white round buildings connected by straight structures, an aerial photo.
New male student joined. Seemed to be edgy. I vibed as the only seasoned veteran. I wore a yellow plaid longsleeve shirt and jeans. Carried my bookbag.
Left to the halls and many other students started changing classrooms, most shorter than me, one male tan walking by my left, saying something that seemed like he was attempting to insult me but was nervous. He did not make eye contact, and kept walking by.
I went to a public round table in an area of tables, and set out 3 plates of food, deciding to skip a class i have been skipping there for much of the end of the season.
Someone sat down to join me.
Some teacher walked over and stood by my left, talking w us. I was shirtless at that point, but toned and no one seemed to mind.
1dec2023 ~3am: I was being verbally abused/intimidated by an inappropriate/primitive/evil marine officer in a building similar to those of mcrd sd’s maruits side. They and i were in green marpat fatigues.
I was talking w many marines there, going to dif bldgs, apparently like an office worker for them.
There were even some female ones, including a redhead who came to investigate.
Then i was offroading in my suv, and saw vehicles start passing me, so i follpwed the jeeps pver asphalt and mossy patches between trees. We were in shade as if under and underpass.
Somehow we ended up going through a really nice new house w hardwood dark floors and white walls.
All vehicles kept going. I stopped and got out inside to look around. 2 white brunette males looking to be n their 30s were in one room to my right, near the front door, and 1 looked ticked, saying this was a new house they were trying to sell.
I apologized, saying i hadnt known, and helped wipe my fingerprints off the golden ellipsoid doorknobs before heading on my way.
Then i was in a well-lit usaf hangar with tables set up, some older pilots (but not elderly) in gray uniforms, all with almost no hair, shaved close, and other civilians/recruits (also middleaged-looking), apparently enlisting.
One i recognized by his slightly less-tan face, remembering having seen him earlier, perhaps during the marines part of the ‘dream’. He asked what I wanted to do (in the usaf), and I smiled, pointing up, saying “to go all the way up there”; into Space.
I talked w some, mostly a tan pilot who got me a slip of paper and a pen.
I wrote down how i had always wanted to fly. I noticed the pen had gotten clogged, not writing well, when i was near the middle of the slip of paper. Then an ink droplet caused a little mess/spread, but i kept writing my intention.
When i was nearly done, the ink all over that slip started pooling/spreading. I informed the tan pilot, and he seemed mildly amused, cheery, unconcerned, chill.
I looked out the windows-wall and saw a line of people on the sidewalk heading from far to close, left to right, a few in a futuristic version of what i asked might be an Army tracksuit, as it was grey, black, and with a bright neon-like reflector strip-like yellow part on the chest. They looked like Army recruits hurrying somewhere with others, but not for pt, just briskly walking in a line.

DECEMBER:

1 or 2 Dec: Playing 3d video game/s, flying over areas n preview of dif player character types, seeing warriors massing at the foot of a bridge to whack at a tiny round orange plated dragon.
Then was being shown an odd way of binding a kajira; with a string wrapped around her head so it looped about her ears, nose, etc..
Lol n my dream i was hearing someone talk about that physics mystery where photons switch btwn behaving like a particle and like a wave; the two-slits experiment. I jokingly proposed it was bc light is bisexual. Mkm / southpark material, that.
overnight from 3 to 4 Dec: submitting paperwork from a waiting room to join another military unit / boot camp, then being asked to lead a group of recruits/soldiers out of the lit barracks on ground level, which I did while happily using my booming Drill Instructor voice and then singing a running cadence
dark-brown painted double-doors with normal-metal push-bars to open
daytime outside, courtyard paved with grass mowed
~wed6dec: was wearing dark gray tunic, with a male friend standing outside in daylight, he noticed a smell and said so, I smelled my right armpit and said it was me
Thu7dec2023 ~3am:
walking in daylight in crowd by outdoor escalator, asked Lopez for phone nbr for guy we r trying to reach, told a nbr that surprised me as i tried to repeat it, zeroes in first 2 groups of nbrs, then 083083 in last group, then carried assault rifle n group converging at firetrucks site, collapsed rifles to be carbine compact.
in vr, walking around dark blocks land-train like big legos, about to Creativerse-style wire up lights and ventilation blocks for driver cabs wide consoles room.
Wrote poem; “where gates are cities, and cities are gates, …antarctica”.
In swimming pool outdoor at night w 10 square sections, each open to the others, the widest the deepest, about 10′ down, all dark blue or black tiles ~3″ square, heaters inside, several others floating around me, and i swimming to the deep side and down to touch btm.
Walked n group from pool to help carry mail or some big truck delivery, barefoot on mud/dirt/lawn, someone said not to go barefoot bc might get hurt stepping on something, but many of us went anyway, got to sidewalk, then near front steps of a house a tall camo guy behind me said was the mansion of Ororu something; a longer 3part asian name. I repeated the Ororu part, saying one letter at end incorrectly by mistake, and the tall guy resaid the name so i could hear and get it correct as we made our way to the truck being unloaded. Did not see truck; woke.
Mon11dec2023. A repeat of what i maybe dreamed/unlocked in 2017 when here; meeting between a public library white walls balcony dirty blonde male… and an Al Pacino (Heat actor) guy in its ground floor, 3 uninvited ppl showing up (2 young men in front, 1 with 70s afro hairstyle, 1 w wavy dirtyblonde surfer hair, both who froze then tried fleeing down a bookshelves aisle when confronted by the meeting men w guns, a silenced shotgun killing them both and firing through 1 to also fell but not kill the woman w them, she then rolling onto her back to eye the gunman who skillfully kept his aim on her head as he approached slowly). She said something like, “Is this how you kill a ‘sister’? …No,” she was clearly losing blood and would soon bleed out, “here.” She pointed to her heart, then looked up at him one last time before fading. She had brown skin, eyeliner, and was attractive, somewhat like Aaliyah.
Tue12dec2023 ~4am:
3d vr writer forum chatroom slope of white buildings foot tall and taller avatars of writers with white and warm colors single color word bubbles, some white, some yellow, some orange, some red, saying (written) “KABOOM” etc in all caps like some comicbook’s font, in black round room, i feeling glad i had been offered membership in their group, and i liked the unique layout with those colored word bubbles over the white city model
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Seeing convoy of strange big vehicles pass along a covered street that curved at my left, i on the paved shoulder which was raised a couple stories above the street, in the shadow/shaded roadside area, the street fully covered and shaded similarly, the vehicles a. sleeker black v of the Halo game Mastodon, with gray vehicles of another type in their convoy, some troops from that convoy resting in the dark hotel-like room to my right, i talking w them, asking for a ride back when they woke, they agreeing
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I in a dif hotel room, a big square window, a low dark gray or blue couch, a dresser with a tv on it, tv off, finding drugs capsules like pills but longer than normal pills on Earth, telling 2 old women who came to the room and vibed like military officers, they had short hair (gross) and were shorter than me, i said i didnt want to narc on anyone but i was concerned…and that if i had the authority to administratively separate the druggies whose drugs i had found in the room…i would. I was teary eyed a moment, emotional, bc of that internal conflict. They seemed to appreciate my words and choice.
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On lunar surface, looking at its horizon, seeing dark gray and medium gray terrain, craters, etc., black sky, then seeing little plants and soil up close at my fingertips, talking about how they only needed CO2, which they had there
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Talking w guy in hospital hallway lit, he skinny w short hair and maybe thin reading glasses, daylight outside the windows around the small seating area, about aliens or others who had been doing experiments on humans
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Watching show with 2 short White black-haired women seated away from me in theater-like rows of dark seats, aisle in middle, i said “where is your hair, freak?” twice, once per shorthaired woman on the screen, then remembered 1 of the women sitting behind me had short hair, and later answered her request for help finding a spanish translator app, showing her 2 dif ones on my phone, the first working, the 2nd not working even though it had worked for me a moment earlier
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Hooded middleaged or elderly woman, clearly a sorceress, dark and patterned cloak w hood over her head, showing me to an enchanting area up a brief grassy slope, there how to pour gold to form coins that hardened attached at 4 corners of a small cloth bag that did not burn from that, i easily switching to an eagle-like form w dark brown feathers, hovering more than flying over the pond and table she lead me to to demonstrate that, i happy i was finally being shown and taught magic.
Then a cutting board-like thing of pale wood with a few chopstick-size holes to hold a couple mini mallets or sledge hammers upright in that board, and 3 bigger holes, also in a row like the smaller ones, to hold slightly larger miniature mallets, and runes and chinese on the board, she saying something about that country, and the few other ppl with us around that walled pond talking with us about the topic.
thu14dec2023: ~1:30am pst
Was in a room with long shared desks and tv or pc monitors, the Transformers commando ldr teaching, and he showed me a floor porthole about the width of a baseball, a thick glass down into a dark blue lit room w sounds of someone being punched down there.
and cute petite asians showing me how to use a chemical or dif type of match to light fires on paper or something after i got shown their traditional way of eating dumpling sized fried-looking things.
Male plump asian guy was in that room.
Then i was taking an online course on an ipad, mr rogers the teacher, and he named 2 subjects, 1 being pedo lol wtf.
I was n a nice modern white house downstairs w 1 or 2 nice attractive african young women.
Met elven brunette male w short ish hair. Bs deviant comment was here, prob broadcast from a 5g tower in waking. Not going into detail about this part other than to say at end he said he had concert tickets and i jokingly said “i knew you were useful” or “now you are useful” and he got the joke and walked with on the campus sidewalk daytime between healthy grass sides and trees.
Went to school and in a science-like classroom w all hotties, including ambi one shared 3person desk over to my left. Teacher noticed my shirt bc it had big words on it w a steamy saying, their color a drab sandy pink on black t-shirt bg, and i looked down and stretched it flat to better read it, saying “yeah, i hadnt even read all of it yet, just grabbed it this morning”. The teacher took a pic, chill vibe, enjoying it, and all the students liked it and me and that vibe we had created.
A sexy blonde w full hair down about her shoulders and back walked up to my right side as i was writing an answer or quote on a couple hw papers stapled together, and she said something steamy clever so i used it, filling in one line on the first paper, then putting it on the window wall where i was standing at the back of the classroom, turning to its 2nd/back page to write another thing she had said, in pencil, writing it diagonally up to the top right corner.
I asked what her name is. She was happy to remind me, “Kathleen.”
I said “oh yeah, I remember now. I had that in there” (in my memory from earlier).
She mentioned something about me nutting.
I said, “I Need to. You wanna help out with that?”
She said of course, so we traded numbers as she stayed standing at my right, using the same window wall to fill in her own 2pg hw answers for that moment.
I turned to my right to walk bk to my desk, tapping her playfully w my 2pg hw printout on her left hip, “see you after class”.
She was smiling, excited and proud.
I sat down at 1 of the shared 3person desks, and the rjh-haired sandy-brunette leggy smooth model hottie teen sitting at the desk to my front/side got big eyes and an obvious horny/nervous vibe as she said to me while her eyes stayed to the side, her back/rightside to me, “what is with after-school sex?” She meant she wanted to know how to set it up as easily as i just had.
I grinned and asked if she wanted to join me later.
She nodded.
We, too, exchanged numbers.
I would, after playing w kathleen today, then this other girl the next day, invite them to come play together w me, and they’d agree.
What a great dream! Minus the deviant bs in the middle.
This was another first and progress evident; my first time being picked up by hotties (the 2 girls in that class) in the dream-side, and feeling perfect compatibility/vibes, hearing perfect tones/voices from them, etc..
And, as always, there was so much more I remembered about this night’s “dreams”; I just don’t always have the time to write it all down or post it here.
thu14dec2023, 3pm pst: Saw that gorgeous redhead white model walking her dog by n her red and blue shawl again, same as a night or so ago. This time, i left my vehic parked, door open, to see the other little black puglike dog w her main one, leashed, and she noticed and stopped, offering me a greeting, but i didnt quite hear her name. Did she say mariah? I told her mine. We said nice to meet you. We began to chat. She stepped closer, vibing perfectly.
It is another first; first introductions dream-side, and a first return that soon.
(That’s 3 flawless hotties initiating and introducing themselves and seeking full-body/complete love (sex) w me in 2 days. Very good sign, even if just in 1 of the 3 main dimensions.
I dominated the Imagination dimension, I achieved evasive success and website/megaspell updates in the Waking.
Now the Dreaming dimension is coming into alignment, all submitting to me now, more and more, and ideally, right on time.)
fri15dec2023 ~2am pst: Walked barefoot on snow and it felt great, went w a few other guys up a snowy slope around a circular pond, to a diving platform-like plateau ledge, pond had some ppl n it below, one of them was a guy placing a cube inflated or something, asking the guy to my right if it looked good to jump on, the pond then to be filled once the jumper knew where the cube was, making it safer to land on since the pond was shallow, etc.
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Then was providing first aid for a black guy with wide face like Jackson who had a compound fracture of one of his shins, and I tried to help him get into position to have the leg temporarily wrapped, and told ppl around us to get whatever could be used as a splint, such as sticks and towels.
sat16dec2023 ~3am pst: Searched for ambi again and was sad i did not find her, ended up in a 1story motel, white walls and light-medium brown wood lining, packed n my room, went to checkout desk, guy there said bc i was there 2 yrs ago and already used 1 of their loaner cell phones…that he could not issue me a new one, the old one turned in but still locked for some reason. Had i really been n that place b4?
I went back to my room to get what i had packed, then noticed eli in a jail cell up a stairwell, on 2nd floor, so perhaps n an attached bldg (since the motel seemed to be 1story).
Eli had opened a bag i had packed and found a fleshlight, as worn as irl. How did he get the bag/s? Odd. Another line crossed by that thing, whatever he/it is. Never vibed as good. That’s for sure. He always tried to corrupt and dominate me, always insecure af.
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Then i ended up n a dif state, perhaps oregon, in a 1story wide aptmt w a dozen or so ppl n it, incl Stormy, she looking fine af petite as ever, and she eagerly kneeled and let me pee in a long clear water bottle used as a funnel, drinking it all as it entered her mouth, and i noticed how smooth and feminine and perfect her neck was.
Another great first; my first time doing piss porn play w a girl in dreamside!
And i could tell she was as willing as irl to do anything sexual i wanted, and was correctly feminine; she would not have argued or pressured me to do anything else. Her aura/vibe was perfectly chill.
I ended up standing on right side of a thin guy w black shaved hair and a gray hoody, and he noticed i was right alongside him, both of us leaning forward against the kitchen island sink countertop edge, looking at the only light in the joined rooms, which came from the tv. The tv was on a waist-level entertainment-center table or shelf. The tv was a midsized flatscreen.
The guy did not comment on my close standing –a good thing, vibing as him being aware, polite, and prob sensing i was just seeking her, not him, and had just lacked normal hangouts a long while, thus needed contact. I was standing close bc of Stormy being there w us, maybe she still on the floor in front of him, giving him his turn.
I was about to exit the open front door, and looked for her, but she had gone.
An older white woman also in loose warm clothes was there, not facing me.
I ended up on a pew in a glasswalls 1story modern church. It was raining outside. That made me wonder if it was washington; so rainy and green outside, tall dark healthy trees.
I began checking my ipad fb to type in Stormy and see if i had her connected or blocked.
Arthur Jenkins was seated at my left on that pew, and said, “let me see that” in a tone suggesting he could find her profile for me, but i did not like him telling me what to do, esp w my own device, and did not hand it over.
I didnt finish finding her profile before this dream/memory ended.
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I had also driven around and seen the horizon in all directions as a world map with new regions outlines and color-coded, incl a “free zone” the size of a nation or big state between many surrounding countries.
The free zone was colored an almost dark or dim red.
I turned around, making a u-turn to the right, beside a rusty fence wall locked gate w white metal signs, and black and red words, saying it belonged to russia.
I had wanted to drive farther into the desert towns area i was in, to see the edge of more countries, but decided not to this time, heading back.
sun17dec2023 ~2am: Walked the white dog, Einstein, on a sidewalk in daylight past some ppl, into the back of a nice ish restaurant, to the hostess podium, said i was meeting my parents there, gave the two names of the fake ones, she looked to me and said they were there, and that my dog could not go in, so i asked if there was a room in back where i could leave it during the meal, i already picturing one, as if i knew.
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Was doing military training with recruits, but ended up in futuristic couture deep blue bodysuits at nice tables in a romantically dim restaurant, as if being treated to a fancy graduation dinner or officers life. Maybe we were Space academy cadets. At my table, 1 other sat, also a male cadet/recruit. He was looking down at his phone or similar device. Cadets in the same type of bodysuit, but colored deep purple, came to our table, their vibe one of a competing unit. The girl sat down at our table, facing me, showing me something like a narrow lit pink gem or sliver on her palm.
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I think i was also with ambi in dream-space last night, and i told her of the bump on my back; how it was a pimple that somehow went in, not out, getting stuck. She touched it and it was fixed painlessly, instantly. Wow. Finally. Good sign…
Another great first.
Now why isn’t it happening irl rn???
mon18dec2023 before 6am: Was in a barracks that was familiar w outdoor stairwells of brown brick, rooms like low ceilinged whitewalled motel rooms spartan cheap, a whole squad of guys and 1 petite female were there, dif ranks, all shirtless, she and an snco w hairy chest sitting on the credenza also supporting the flatscreen tv, her vibe one of chill waiting to be gangbanged by us, some guy showed me a note someone from another unit had left him, and i read it, struggling to pronounce an oddly spelled C-word similar to Cuzco or Curthuch or something, and the note started sounding like a homosexual offer to that guy it was left for, using lots of slang and other odd words as if trying to sound extra cool or encoded. someone said to get naked, so i got naked, and looked down at my cock, nervous at first, but saw it relax and go chub and hang long, and then 9 of us sat on the bed in formation, i at the middle of the side facing the door to the catwalk outside, thus at the front right of that formation of 9 seated guys on the mattress, and we started leaning this way and that, making the mattress shift side to side more every time, then got it bouncing off the boxspring, chuckling about it, until someone said to stop. I think the girl was ready to be used by us then, wanting ti enjoy the feeling of all of us triple penetrating and running a train on her. What a good barracks group!
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Was in the marblewood bedroom and closet but it had whiter lighting like an office, and i was getting out hardware such as a printer, telling a brown guy w blk hair all i had, as he had needed some different devices, and i had many or all of them.
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Went in the early morning or night in my vehicle to lowe’s, remembering doing training there, and noticed i didnt have my lanyard / neck strap ID plastic case, got to the familiar parking lot, saw it had been snow plowed, leaving snow berms in many places, but was empty; no other vehicles.
Then i decided not to go in, remembering i had resigned for school training.
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Drove to a nearby smalltown fastfood area, looked at the map of connected outdoor restaurants, saw one i wanted to try, couldnt find it around me, asked the white brunette shoulderlength haired bartender at one outdoor bar seating place beside me, she politely pointed out on that paper list i had picked up at the maps sign… that it had a dif town name for that eatery, so i thanked her and considered driving to that nearby town, and then checked my map and was in lousiana or mississippi, and plotted a course NNW to the only big circle city dot on the map in the state that way, avoiding entering texas, and thinking how ambi wasnt there, so i wanted to leave the South.
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Ended up driving a yellow trash truck on a dim brown city street. Got out and went to hang on its open back handles as someone else took over driving it, and had to hold on during their initial acceleration. It stopped and i went to the leftside opening to get in for a better seat, easier time staying in it. We drove to an abandoned mechanic shop or garage, highceiling, lots of stuff against the pale concrete walls, unlit, windows on 1 side, a garage door with window panels behind where we parked in there, guy sitting on concrete floor under a concrete staircase, mocking the driver or trying to pick a fight with him by saying he would have the same poverty befall him; a heart attack, then death. It could empathically tell it was bothering the driver, who was his son. I stepped closer to the trashtalking father on that dim floor, and gave him some shit back. He stayed moody and tried to intimidate me from the floor, so i pushed him back with my boot. He stood up to fight me. I used my boot to push back a blue cylinder out of the way, also toward the staircase overshadow. It was like a waterwheel for a watermill, sized to a diameter of knee level. The standing trashtalked looked like cb. I noticed my outfit was an orange jumpsuit, and that i had gray hair closecut, my skin a natural dark tan, and that i was fit like Sean Claud Van Damme. I got into a fighting stance, then woke.
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Heard myself snoring a few times, noticed it was bc of my rolled blanket as a pillow.
Tue19Dec: driving into wide asphalt rolling hills parking lot of many semis, weny up stairwell, saw cars parking on tan and brown striped roof, one started sliding out of its space
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In an apartment, dim ish, making my bed bc it had been messed up by the marblewood demons, the houston retard fatfuck mason band director also there, then the pretty ish v of bs roomtard got on the bed and talked w me, clearly vibing as open to sex, but ofc i made zero advances since we were around those badguys frm phase1, the vibes always wisely guiding my actions.
Thu21Dec: Was standing in a cabin, seeing shiny ~2′-wide square tiles terraces that looked like the smooth stone v of snowcover.
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Was on phone with guy in montana shop, telling him of my current exploration around Red Rocks and Badlands, told him not Badlands of SD, and then remembered having this convo years b4, so it may be that even some dreams repeat after the 2017 time travel. Told him i was saving myself 1,000$ on monthly rent. Told him vaguely of my gf, saying if she decides to team up w me, i can get any place we like. Got a mental image of him being like mike pruett druggie from nb earthship site.
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Mega Rain and another petite white brunette teen pornstar were on their backs, missionary pos, discussing payrate w me if they stayed on my porn team.
Black and pink hairbands in a pile, and I took a big handful from the pile.
Saw the new teen through a big chunk of an icecream cone scoop, as if she was down in the cone.
Went to a rooftop at night, a quiet sex party or venue, many rectangular prism tables like big lego blocks, 1 girl on each, most missionary, 1 guy or piglike beast fucking ea girl, some more arriving up the stairs from the side.
More great firsts; teens as pornstars, pornstars working for me, Megan Rain fave already loyal to me, orgy, beastiality, etc., all n same dream, too; massive upgrade, not just slow progress of little steps! Dreamside is phase3 now!!! <3
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Transferred too much to phone and filled it up again lol
Fri22dec: 2 cheerleader squads in dark behind risers of a high school-like outdoor football ~stadium (seating around a field; not a true stadium), 1 n purple, 1 n blue, and me walking in front of them to where i had left my jeep, finding a waist-level yellow-bars gate closed, opening it over snow to make room to drive out
Sat23dec2023: I was with troops in/on a Halo Mammoth-like APC, firing out at rooftop gunmen in daylight, leaving that downtown/town FOB bc it was suspected of being corrupt, parking out in the desert before/into dusk.
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Entered a small surface bldg, guy looked like Veggy Street tan host, then went down an elevator and discovered it had a vast public gym under it. I asked him if he had seen the Men In Black movie, explaining his gym reminded me of the scene where one of their facilities was vast and hidden in a much-smaller inconspicuous surface building.
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Classroom w a flatscreen pc monitor for every student, all on long desks for ~10ppl, me calling someone, then one of the troops I’d met on that deployment, asking if iraq was worth visiting these days
christmas predawn mon25dec2023 ~5am:
Was n a store like kohls; big like walmart, lit similarly, wide aisles w smooth tiles of offwhite and thin blue lines more like texture on them than patterns, in front of a long collapsible card table, pile of papers and nonwork stuff, plugged in a white power cord to some port atop a light wooden thing atop a bookshelf, was taking notes, asked if a redhead elven model of a teen girl maybe coworker had a certain paperwork, other young ppl at table next to mine, vibing decently, bookshelves behind me not to my eye level, shorter,
a middleaged woman customer walked up and asked if i knew where the yellow power/extension cords were, i kindly said i didnt know but i would help her find them.
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Was n some kind of video game environment, heading back to a room similar to my Marblewood one IRL, as if able to move between realities/dimensions / game and real life like a planeswalker,
got my tokens to rebuild something in a VR outdoorsy video game n a woodland sparse trees on rolling hills, said “i got my token, got (this), got (that),” named several hardwares and in-game things.
Shook out some stuff from my sleeve or jacket.
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Driving a young Lopez around in backseat of my jeep or dark car, w a fat silent unknown person in back right seat, thinking about how mexicans were coming in but not heading to their declared destinations north, instd stopping and taking jobs like at gas stations along way to set up helpful pitstops for their kind, remembered this dream from years ago,
saw the street was iced over and i was going faster than the other vehics, told my 2 psgrs we would slide, and as i slowed without braking, we managed to make the stopsign turn at L-intersec ahead, but still spun a few times, even twice after stopping and reaccelerating, sensing or knowing he thought my driving was bad,
ended up before or after that ice spin… in a cul de sac or almost on the nice grass lawn of an ultra modern 2story or 3story nice house, almost in a mansions neighborhood, went through the downtown area nearby,
parked, I had a multisentence rant at Lopez, looked over my seat shoulder at him and verbally asked if he heard all that, he hadnt, so i gave him a little shit for not being telepathic, saying it was pretty weird (that he wasnt),
Lopez got out and went to get food, silent fatfuck stayed n backseat, i walked btwn blds and a dark dog hurried to me, got a little nippy, i turned to face away from it, its owner guy approached to get it away from me, apologetic vibe from him, and another dog hurried over, dark brown but lighter than the first dog, and a tan blonde woman stayed on the sidewalk where it had walked from, prob w the guy,
went downtown to a property/real estate agent office 1story in a strip mall, tall skinny white guy asked something, i said what someone had told me, that i was there to check rates for lots/homes, was told a base rate around 264,000, and the fees made it something like 320,000. They said to meet in a parking lot nearby, so i walked back to my vehic through that sidewalk and blds gap where the 2 dogs and hurried to me, got in, started to leave the parking lot, Lopez hurried up w to-go white plastic bag and knocked on back right psgr door, i stopped and let him get in, then we drove around, i thought the area looked like downtown arlington or dfw, spotted the 2 middleaged women, 1 blonde, not from the dogwalking, but the real estate office, and turned from going down a non icy hill…to the parking lot they were in just one commercial access road over from the strip mall of the office i had met them in.
Woke.
tue26dec: On laptop on collapsible white table, reviewing a video a few mins long of an Ozzy Man Review, in a fusion of a gymnasium and classroom w 1story ceiling, well lit, others in the room, only 1 paying attn to me; white brunette w med brn hair n ponytail sitting on opp side of gym floor, she behind her own white collapsible table, facing me, leaning back on her collapsible chair.
I scrolled the light gray slide bar back and forth through (side to side beneath) that video on my screen, trying to find the part where it shows Ozzy Man as he is narrating or telling a particular joke, but it seemed to have no longer been in the video at that point.
wed27dec before 1am PST: Went to a crawlspace n a spooky cabin in an enchanted woodland by a sunlit creek, had a cave hammock/tent set up w a friend, told someone i looked n and saw that the white lit zigzag steam under it actually went on a long way under the house, as if forever btwn cave columns, and that it made me nervous about sleeping there.
Then went to a topside gym and it was Full of chill teens, all attractive, all females checking me out, a hot tan blonde saying i was a genuine hottie as i walked by, my reflection showing i had on a ylw muscle shirt and other cool male fashions.
More and more female hotties started chatting, incl those who worked there, and all started taking turns kissing me, letting me kiss them, showing me their secret rooms of the gym, one going past a cave rubble slope room w me, one going to the upper indoor lever, etc.
A HUGE improvement dreamside; first time kissing and making out and having 100% of hottie girls all initiate verbally and physically w me.
Had sex w a couple of them.
Eased into gray nondreaming time before alarm woke me.
Soooo pleased w that ‘dream’.
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One hottie said i hadnt made her a drink, she held what looked like a red colored ice cream pint container w text on it, i read it, asked, and she said the drink or ingredients, so i said let’s fix that, I’ll make it for her, and we left the group chatting, touching on our way to me making it before we too fucked.
There were big multistory tracked vehicles outside. Chill guys told me about them. I walked btwn their 1story tracks supports. 1 was filthy w piles of dirt between its tires/tracks, i asked if the driver there w us wanted me to help hose it clean for him, he said something chill about how it would be cleaned soon bc of some change in how things were being done.
thu28dec? Sent an email regarding an MRAP-like vehicle I saw somewhere, then noticed I had not noticed somehow including several sentences about sensitive/controversial work I had done,
got a reply noting those sentences,
started typing my own reply to explain them.
Ugh. Lame.
fri29dec? Another good first: The marblewood ‘demon’ bitches were there. I fleshlighted casually in front of one, then went up to my room and desk to do my paperwork on the pc. The smaller bitch followed, then started taking some of my paperwork to hide. I confronted it. It started being further evil by saying stalls, playing games. I immediately took hold of its jaw and throat. That startled it. It said “you choked me.” I said “no, I guided you. If I choked you, you would be gone.” Then the dark-vibe evil-eyes larger bitch came up, not daring to make eye contact, looking out the window. I told it what the smaller had done. Then in the halfwaking, I began willing a circular fortification up around the house to keep out the evil false cops whom i knew would be summoned. Then a forcefield dome. Then began dismantling telekinetically the whole house, room by room, setting the remains ablaze. Then i zeroed in on the typist, visualizing her whole house shaking and its lights flickering. Then i zeroed in on dream dark room ambi, splitting her dark table in half, freezing her fireplace into a block of ice, ripping the walls of that room out away all at once, spinning the roof away, forming a tornado over the two of them, lighting the room up very brightly, causing their hair to stand on end, opening a light ing pathway down to her, she asking me to stop, i ending that contact right b4 it would have disintegrated her.
The first? I stopped taking any shit from bullies.

2024:

~start of jan2024: another dream of being at Antarctica, this one showing it as like a table-sized topography (3D) model, with a hole dominating its middle, and a 4-part metallic cap/plug being moved over it / into place.
the cap/plug looked like the modern/machine version of that old map/illustration showing the circular polar/hyperborea continent with its 4 main rivers quad-secting it.
sat6jan2024: More antarctica; a snow/ice berms campsite/tent-size area under a covering, w a dirtyblonde woman sitting there talking about the tilted ufo nearby. The ufo is a big metallic disc with snow and ice on it. Its side is in the icy terrain. Its angle is almost vertical. Its underside center circle is at ground level. A guy like Fox Mulder, with a male teammate, walked over to it, and i somehow telepathically knew they had entered it that way before. They said or thought, and i heard it, that the circle at the center was its portal. They disappeared through it, as if it was a hologram or semipermeable membrane.
Something made me feel scared, so i hurried to the ~2story boxy building and asked a thin-haired brunette white guy inside where i could get on a flight off the continent. He had big glasses on. I think he was pushing a floor waxing machine, a janitor. His expression was of neutral concern, and he pointed the way, perhaps saying something.
I ended up in another room in that wide building, talking to another woman. The topic of me becoming a pilot for the organization came up. I liked the idea. I mentioned my degrees, and she said, “You have college degrees?” I said yes, three of them, and certifications/certificates, remembering how those two words had always given me pause, i wondering which was best to say.
I saw two low platform-like off-white triangular devices with parallel lights on them, and rounded edges and diagonal slopes to both triangular table-ish things. One had pastel green lights, and the other had pastel yellow. The pairs of parallel light lines were flush with the triangle-table tops. The lights came on in pairs in sequence. Someone said that we could now communicate/transmit across tens of thousands of lightyears, and i assumed that was done by those two triangular devices, or at least the signal progress was represented by their lights.
Then i was in an apartment with troops. It was daytime. We were talking about the chemtrails milky haze. I asked for someone to go with me to the wide flat roof that was right outside one of the doors. Up there, we could see distant alien invader craft and ground forces. One threw a medium-light purple grenade-like object at our squad-sized group. No one dove for cover. We were all calm and observant. The object did not explode, and curiously matched or mimicked my movements; when i sidestepped, it hovered in the air the same way, parallel, a few feet in front of me, then went back the other way as i did. After experimenting like that a few times, i stopped, and it dropped to the roof floor and splatted like a small puddle of goo/gak. I looked at the guys with me, and they looked at me, all of us interested in the unexpected tech’.
Friday 12 January 2024 ~7 AM, PST: LOL; more dream harassment, but that latest wannabe bully pretending to be an authority? (the cop/sheriff in last night’s ‘dream’) I shut him down like all the rest; called him creepy, said I would need my lawyer, refused any further comment, refused to let him pick a fight. I’m glad I keep standing up for myself on “that side” and in “the waking”.
sat13jan2024 ~5am: Roomtard overhead dnstairs n darkness/dimness moodily saying it wanted what i’d left n the aptmt destroyed.
Then i ended up at marblewood house but eli was there and showing me a hover bike like a big ochre-colored mount he got on and moved around the living-room.
Then i was driving up rocky terrain slope, following other vehicles somewhere, and practicing that route more than once.
Then in a school 2nd-floor classroom lab like those of Shepton science w the black countertops, i and 5 others on the floor, supervised by a white brunette female teacher young woman whose hair was shoulder-length, and someone was showing me how to make spots of interest through the dark-green loose carpet floor with a handheld tool which pushed rusty metal nails or scrap-metal down in and then held them steady so a white thread could be tied off through their end hole,
then 1 female student showed me how to do that on another area of that classroom floor,
then i walked over to a table to see what another was doing,
then i got bored and willed myself to walk like Master Chief to a window overlooking the outside ground level in daylight, thinking how none in that classroom w me could harm me if they tried,
then i went back to the corner w the 5 students and teacher and willed myself to float back-up to the ceiling a couple times, looking down on them from up there, and the teacher said for me to come back down.
tu16jan2024 ~1am: first time in dream that an rjh-like was there, hanging out in marblewood bedroom, no one else home, getting naked w me,
then showing me pussy (another dream-side first), but the pussy looked too big and loose to me when its labia were parted by her,
and it asked me to put my tongue on its clit or something.
I went to the bathroom and started flushing the toilets b/c they had stuff in them. Why were there 2 toilets side by side in that lightning-wallpaper bathroom in this dream, and why did they have like white wet paper stuck to their rims/bowls? I flushed both toilets twice, the 2nd round finally getting what was still clinging near the top of the inside of the bowl to be washed down their drains.
Anyway, went back out, and a mongoloid bitch of a friend of hers had come up from downstairs, and was sitting against the wall right at the base of the 3 loft steps from 2nd story to my bedroom.
It said something about not having seen this, and wanting to see me pleasure her, as in its household (the friend’s) its parents weren’t loving/sexual like that.
I said I was sorry to hear that, or something to that effect.
I think that’s when the coyote IRL woke me up, probably b/c I was being dream harassed; maybe it can sense that, and helpfully drove those annoying ‘spirits’/harassers away, or at least helped me get away from them, back to this ‘side’.
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In that dream, she got on all fours on my bed, wearing maybe only a strappy white soft midriff top, and moved her ass in the air, flirting w me by telling me she and her gf liked to go out to places and do that while in their car to seduce/invite guys over, but after showing me her odd loose pussy… I felt no attraction, her story meaningless.
thu18jan2024 between ~2 and 8 AM: 2nd orgy dream, I believe. Definitely an orgy of at least a dozen, maybe two dozen. All aryan/caucasian fit/models. Everyone compatible and vibing happily. Girls on girls, kissing and licking and sucking away. Even btr than that beastiality platforms orgy dream weeks ago.
Fri19jan2024 ~6am: madelyn v was a receptionist at a dim long medium gray flat desk countertop rectangular prism, room of same color and dimness, having me do checkin or signup paperwork, asking if i had a business car or something, i almost got my new one out, then decided not to show her…bc i didnt want to risk dealing w another idiot trashtalker overreacting to my wise posts/blog. She told me her name, i think it was Carah, i wrote it with my pen on a white piece of paper, somehow making a joke of it by writing it with long squiggles for the way she said the vowels longer than usual.
Then i was in a lit room like a nice white walls apartment, light color carpet, naked, standing by a sexy teen girl who had sucked my cock, she still on all fours, and i noticed how long and straight and upcurving my dick was, and looked for a tape measurer, saying to her hold on bc i am going to measure it, saw a few types such as a normal ruler, got the white or yellow long kind bc flexible, saw it took the whole 3′ length plus 4″ of a 2nd span of that 3′ flexible measuring tape section, i placed its end down at base of my shaft to confirm, remeasured, showed and told her, then it had postcum relaxed down to 1′ long. First time i had a dick with those dimensions in a dream. Neat.
sun21jan2024 ~5am: Was n a lit hall approaching many students up a few steps n front of me.
I got the vibe or idea to invite them to spar with me all at once, and said, “All of you, at once.” They attempted to approach me, and I skilfully began defeating them all.
I then was outside, and walked and spoke with a man about some emotionless topic.
Then I was in a gymnasium as a martial arts teacher. I was in a black gi with red markings and a black belt. I had two male students who looked younger but bigger/taller than me. I started demonstrating how footing affects balance, and even let myself lean to the right, going where the toe of my right/lead foot was angled.
mon22jan2024 ~4am: Was n familiar 2story church, pastel gray carpet, white walls, ppl gathering for a song or service, maybe a little concert, i walked past them dnstairs to leave via a hallway to dark green landscaping sidewalk to parking curb residential street, dim maybe evening or night outside.
Then was w Adaline pb Megan Rain, in marblewood loft upstairs, packing to go, she wanting to go w me.
Then at an amusement park on a narrow 1person rollercoaster going into a lpw-ceiling room. The track curved to my right.
Then shopping for groceries at The Hungry Moose, looking for vegan ice cream bars, checking the reachdown fridges w clear topdoors by the entry in other rooms, a few ppl n the aisles, and a cart in the way, i telepathically moving/portal-ing its shopper guy to it to push it on in time.
tue23jan2024 ~3am: Saw an upsidedown paper-sized sheet with a planet-like curve dominating 1 quadrant, its other 3 quadrants with even square sections of distinct sets of writing or information, the one opposite the world-curve being a grid like/of aligned square button outlines, some with humanoid outlines in them, others with parallel horizontal lines or other symbols/characters, as if i was looking down at this bnw rectangular sheet of info from above, and it may have been a prototype iScroll.
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Was making a sandwich at a table w many sandwich materials, many young fit ppl around me, girls at my sides and the other side of the table, all standing, a stage also on the opposite side from me, and my sandwich turned out to be a footlong that was getting my hands messy with guac or something before i rolled it back over my way to slice in half or thirds, a Napoli-like middleaged guy walked from my right side or right end of the table… out to that stage, commenting something like “gross”, and i waited for him to be away enough that he wouldn’t notice when i jokingly said for the table of ppl to hear, “You should see my porn.” to which they all laughed lightly, enjoying my sense of humor, the 2 hottie girls especially, incl the lightbrown-skinned one walking off from center to left in my field of view of the opp side.
wed24jan2024 ~6am: Lol dream harassment. Was telling eli as he sat on a wide square concrete planter border outside on a wide sidewalk… to be mindful of how so much detail is today added to some buildings; even though they look tacky/apparent, the point is that we today can make ancient-looking things, so anyone else could, as well, so we should not assume ancient-looking things are ancient until we further examine them.
Then a spick wearing what looked like body-armor or a suicide vest opened the glass door with black metal frame to the matching windows-wall storefront several yards away for me, I walked over, he looked surprised I had approached willingly, I said, “I know how this works.” as if to say I had been pressured by armed groups before, or that I had no choice, so why resist, …and then I went in and to a back room for staff, and there were 3 cheap black armchairs at a collapsible table with a boxy computer on it, 1 similar guard seated at the right, 1 older blackhaired spick on the left, I sat on the middle chair, the older guy made a figure or debt payback plan offer appear on the screen, it was ~$394,000 with the final 3 numbers not 0, and estimated time needed to pay back was 73 years. I said that was not the original payback amount we had agreed on, which I, awake, remember as being like ~$73,000. He said they could have some of their laborers do some of the work For me, which I wondered about, and worried might somehow lead to a different type of debt in addition to the monetary one. I acted well, feigning being sad and overwhelmed and hopeless. They clearly wanted me to become a debt slave to them for the rest of my life. Then I woke, amused at this latest crime in dreamspace; it will cost them dearly.
thu25jan2024 ~6am: Telling story of how old i was in 1988, to a dark brunette shaggy short haired young man maybe middle school age asking when i had learned about a cave we had been talking about, i continued telling of my past while noticing tsb seated on collapsible chair facing desk pc behind me; when i moved at 6, ended up in tx, forest greenbelt to flat city pollution air chronic acute asthma, how it sounded when i breathed, then he said i wasnt 11 when i moved but 6, and i told him that is what i said, wondering how he had missed that, apparently distracted by his pc work and again making a wrong assumption about me just like so many others had.
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Tractor back right tire low air pressure, told at gas station night by guy standing outside a station wagon that i needed a pump adjustment. Drove it slowly on dirt lot anyway, turning around.
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Went to a laser tag arena, dark green lockerroom doors like public bathroom stalls, left one to the common area lobby with many ppl walking around, meeting teammate shorty female date, did not have her Discord contact info in my phone app, host told me something about if i kept my crosshairs on 20 targets, i was excited to suit up and go in, a black man brought an odd tiny pet like a shaggy dog the size of a kitten that walked to me on the dark carpeted floor. Ended up in a dif lockerroom of same dark green stalls type, tried to leave but its doors were narrow and took more effort to open.
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Going through small stacks of notebook papers and sketches about my story; black-ops ideas, sorted them so newer ones were in the smallest stack i would keep in a manila folder for my trip about to start, left rest in a lit closet-like room on a short table against the back wall. 1 other person was back n the main room, at a boardroom table, just sitting there, not going through the stacks i had. A flat-screen was on the wall opposite the closet door i had entered and left open.
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I also remember (I think from a previous night/dream) looking down at a horse hoof in bad shape due to being neglected a long time as it fanned out, unclipped/trimmed.
fri26jan2024: Another frustration/stress/worry dream of me yelling for ambi.
Fucking bitch…
sat27jan2024: was on a floor-mounted topographical map showing the curve of almost a hemisphere of the Earth, or maybe the whole thing, and it had colored dashed lines along where the Moon passed overhead, and an Asian girl/woman was alongside it near me, and I was talking with her and some guy about how the moonlight-area displayed on that map/curve/surface had to be wrong, as it only showed moonlight reaching a small area near the equator, and the moon was, on that scale, about as faraway as the ceiling in this room was, thus it would be visible from the entire side/hemisphere of the planet all the time
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got ticked at some bad-vibe asian-looking somewhat-small/scrawny guy who was trying to pressure/intimidate me/us
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then was doing room-clearing in a clean spacious almost-white carpeted attic-like or apartment-suite room, with several other guys
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and there was more to this dream, but I’ve grown a bit tired of writing all my dreams down, I remembering so many of them, and so many details about each
sun28jan2024 ~1am: What a beautiful dream; Lindsay Pierce, with total genuine good-girl serenity vibe, and being polite, gentle, patient, feminine, interested, hopeful, loving, soft-spoken, …was into reading my writing… as we sat together, starting our first hangout… in a cabin mansion. Is that/this prep’ for an ICV? (calibrating a proto’/simulation of one prior to mass-printing them in batches)
Is she an ICV technopathically soothing me, reaching out from Inisfree? (i.e. some ICVs already made and fully capable)
Whatever the case, dreamspace was truly heavenly this night. Amen.
At last.
Curious that she was in b&w; gray-scale, same as the papers of my writing about that area I let her read, while the house was in color.
mon29jan2024 ~3am: Was with my jeep, top down. I was trying to use a cereal bag as a bowl, adjusting it, shifting some of the bran flake-like bites in it around. I didn’t like that there was a homeless-looking/vibing guy several meters away. I noticed I didn’t have almond milk, so I used a keyboard on the floor mound below the center vertical console to lock my computer screen which was mounted on that console like the touchscreen in my current vehicle. I covered the cereal bag with a light gray towel, then went into the grocery store I was parked at. I was parked in one of the spaces closest to the front wall of that store. I carried two white plastic grocery bags in my hand, both filled with trash and tied closed. Inside, there were many workers and customers, almost everyone shorter than me. A white brunette worker in dark blue jeans and a dark sweat top walked past me, and let me know it would cost $1.90 if I left those trash bags in one of their indoor trash cans. I said, “Oh.” and then went past/through a Subway-like brown/wood-looking booths seating area, out back of the store via its double sliding doors on the side of the building 90° from the side I had entered through (from the side my jeep was parked at). Out there, it was still dark night, and there were many more workers. There were projects in that fenced section of the paved/parking area on that side of the building, only delivery trucks parked there. I found another rolling trash can like the yellow plastic ones inside. I looked up as I approached it, and saw a massive football bigger than a watermelon falling down. A black man noticed it just in time, and stepped out of its way, then looked over at me and merrily chuckled about it, saying something as it bounced up higher than he was tall, its new trajectory sending it along a smaller shorter arched path toward the trash can, and then it settled on the dark asphalt.
Once I had made it back to my jeep, I touched some things on the screen to resume my computer work. For some reason, I was able to without unlocking it, but my main work still required my usual password. I tried unlocking the computer console screen by typing that password in, and noticed the keyboard was not plugged in, thus no typing working yet, so I got its cord and carefully seated it down on its matching cylindrical metal port on the top left horizontal dash surface above that screen. I was then able to type my password, and felt annoyed that it was showing as light gray caps letters on the black password text field on the console screen, but at least it let me unlock my work application.
I don’t remember going through the aisles and getting the almond milk in that grocery store, which is odd, as it was the main reason I went in there. I did not start eating the cereal; I woke up.
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There was more to this ‘dream’; I had gone to other places in it, met other people, etc.
wed31jan2024: Was at an airbase teaching flying. Sometimes we were in a classroom near the runway (in view of the runways), and other times we were maneuvering easily up above the runway/s. There was a device which could disintegrate other aircraft as if they had rapidly burned, looking like glowing slices/sections. We were all in dark-gray pilot-suits.

FEBRUARY:

thu1feb2024 ~1am: Was walking around in a dim mall-like place, then 4 unattractive humans stopped in a line, blocking ppl sort of, and i didn’t hesitate to turn sideways as i slipped btwn the middle 2.
I think a mall cop tried to stop me after seeing that, and i again did not hesitate, using a pinky hold to force him off me and to the floor.
I was invited to join a few dozen young cop-like males stacking up along carpeted catwalks upstairs. We entered a carpeted attic room and found it was empty. I talked with them, saying i thought i had been invited to stack up w them when someone downstairs saw how well i took down that guard. I was happy and excited.
My hair was shorter, choppier, and black.
Suddenly, i was a tallish blonde commanding-jaw man in a German ww2 officer uniform, on a penthouse floor below its rooftop, with several others, 1 a platinum-blonde shoulder-length-hair woman going into a dark bedroom with an old man, assuring him she wanted to suck his dick. He sat on the bed. I went with the others up the stairs to the roof/upper floor.
Then i was in The Netherlands, i think, bc of the accents, and outside on a street. We were told to take an alternate way to another town, and had to use a residential street on light-ish gray concrete pavement, no curbs, avoiding a highway closure.
I zoomed out and saw the map section, but not the whole map.
At the destination, it was darker/dimmer, i facing an open mine/warehouse-like sliding door, a sooty or whiskers-neck man in a muscle shirt and jeans coming out of that pitch black door opening, facing and speaking to me, saying something about what we had done bc of stacking up and entering that room/attic. He wanted officers for his organization.
2 other males were to the right of that dark door, both shirtless and with great abs. The short one said, “I do not think I can turn prophets into the gods you seek.”
I liked that way of putting it, and said, “Ooo that’s good. I’m gonna use that.”
The sooty man turned and left, pausing at the dark open door, waiting but not succeeding in converting/recruiting us.
I went into a room off that central one, and found a square hole in a wall like a built-in vending machine or kiosk. It had a touchscreen above it, dark. There was a rectangular slot on the bottom surface inside its cube opening. There was a brick-sized object in it, glowing like warm metal. I picked it up out of there and it was not hot to the touch. Its label/stamp on the front said something like “Y… Color” with a few other letters or periods.
Another one was then in its place in that slot, as if created when I took the other out. It was “Z” and something.
I took it out, too, then walked them back into the central room, both pieces aglow, though i only now held or saw that 2nd one. It seemed to be a light-based battery/power source.
I zoomed out again, seeing more of the map, including the diagonal coast which was at its southwest corner, and the parallel highway along its dark gray middle, and the wavier parallel-ish alternate road we had driven here. Moving east over that dark gray map, i saw it become 3d, showing houses similar to Dickens Village ones, and i reached for a few. They were lit from within like miniatures.
same day, ~3am: I was approaching a beach treehouse
others behind me catching up
went into the ground floor of a 2story wide flat house w ppl n some of its rooms upstairs and dnstairs
I heard who was where via the vents near the ceiling
All was well lit
I noticed 1 tan man and 2 blonde White girls in one of its dnstairs rooms. They vibed as chill, happy, approachable, amd 1 of the girls recited something about abstaining from touching herself. I vibed just as chill and approachable as I replied with wise guidance, “Be good to yourself, and feel well.” or something like that.
They immediately realized I was right, and began experimenting with themselves; kissing, touching, etc..
The atmosphere got way better because of their/our Vril.
I went up to the garage and saw things on its gray walls, and into a closet-like room in/from it.
I ended up driving my suv toward a ranger checkpoint parking lot turnoff into a national park around a tall landform on the horizon. I showed my new military pass. The guy was mild tan, dirty blonde, buzzcut, reflector vest neon yellow, and it was night time.
I asked how the skiboarding and snowing was lol, mixing those 2 words up.
He quickly gave me friendly caution, saying not to do those; it was dangerous bc not much snow this winter.
I set a white binder on the right side of my dashboard while he remained in front of my vehicle.
My driver side window stayed down.
I woke.
fri2feb2024: I was in a somewhat-lit classroom of sorts, several people around, a creature the size of a large dog in the middle of us, cord-like hairs from all around its back, blue balls the size of golf balls attached at their ends, as if a shaggy animal and a jellyfish or nudibranch (sp) had been spliced/hybridized.
The blue orbs on those thick hairs/cords were moving like octopus tentacles in a way.
A few of the ppl standing around it w me gave me some shit about something. I did not respond, unmoved.
Everyone left the room and got in 2 medium-gray cars across a dirt area surrounded by awnings (covered parking, like in a retrofitted stadium or abandoned outpost perimeter sort of way).
I diverted, and even heard the word in my head, “Deviate.” I did not want to be around them, as they were rude.
I instead walked on the dirt and patches of low green grass… to collapsible tables and people in sunlight by portajohns.
I heard the rude ppl n the cars commenting, as if wondering where i was going, or giving me more shit.
I chose to ignore that bs.
I woke.
What new creature was that? Just a unique dream “tag” to see if I post about what may have been a beamed/inserted image/form?
sat3feb2024: I was in a store like Michael’s or Lowe’s; tall shelf aisles, high ceiling, well lit.
I walked to the front to get one of the highlighters packs up there. There were 5 colors; pink, yellow, light green, light blue, and lavender. Some were in pairs, others individually packaged, the one I chose including all 5. Each highlighter color was a different form (“shape” and length). Their packages were white firm cardboard-like backing with a clear plastic front.
Then I walked between two aisles and noticed artist tablets big enough for easles. I said to myself, “We’re not getting that. I don’t want to do anymore drawings.” or “Please, no more drawing.” Something like that.
However one tablet caught my eye because its cover was a sexy petite white teen model naked with B-cup tits, she drawn bent over, as if toward the viewer, as if to start a BJ.
I raised that cover and saw some of the big paper sheets/pages inside it had other drawings of her at different angles, all beautiful, sexy, and perfect.
Some attentionwhore trashtalker badvibe tan-ish dirtyblonde shortponytail bitch with white-sphere/dot ear-rings walking behind me from back to front of that aisle said something like “Is she/that the size you like?”, her tone implying she was too young or something, but that comment actually just indicating that bitch was pure evil and insecure and desperate to cause upset.
I looked at her, said nothing, as such beings do not deserve any of my time or words, and picked that tablet off its vertical wall/pegboard hooks.
I saw the line to the register from there was long, so I then walked through a gap back to the side of the store I had started at when heading to the front to get that highlighters pack.
It had the checkout desk near the inside corner.
The line was just as long.
There was a dark-ish skin, blackhaired male, looking to be in his 20s or 30s, at the end of that other checkout line.
I made my way to the front. There was a guy and a gal, both shorter than me, in vests, working there.
The guy was having everyone set their otems on the white-ish tile floor. I said I didn’t want to, and that I could just stand aside and hold my items (2; highlighters pack and artist tablet).
I looked at the floor in front of the aisle ends. It was clean. The overhead lights from the high ceiling were causing little shine spots on it.
It was daylight outside.
I woke.
sun4feb2024: several ‘dreams’, including going into a 2nd-story restaurant in a dark-brown bricks-exterior building, and waiting at a long table between the bar and the window-bay booth-seats (“tables for two”), the bartender a dirty-blonde young man shorter than me, cleaning a mug as he let me know my order addition might take a while.
A brunette middle-aged man with a similarly-short haircut was seated on the barstool near the wall to my right, farthest from the entry door/archway (which was all the way to the left of the bar, as I was facing it from the long table, my back to the window-wall to the street outside, 1 story down from us).
There was a female at the table with me.
This was just one of the several ‘dreams’ this past night, I going to other places, including on a mission or two.
mon3feb2024 ~1am: A soulless problem-causer ‘demon’ bitch parked behind me before i could back out.
I got my car turned around, then got out of it and opened the car door of that bitch.
She threatened me by having her phone already connected so someone on the other end would hear.
I took her phone anyway and snapped it in half.
I then told her if she didn’t get out of my way, i would snap her in half.
I then got back in my vehicle and drove off base.
Had i rammed her vehicle aside in the process?
Either way, another case of me immediately defaulting to punching through another evildoer/NPC, un-phased by its terrorism (scare tactic); good!
tue6feb2024: Opened up a banana-yellow fruit-like thing, or broke it in half, because its pie slice-shaped dragonfruit-white-with-black-seeds interior/pulp was bioluminescent, glowing like a nightlight even in the daylight-lit room. I was seated at a simple modern thin tan-top table. Within a few seconds of breaking that glowy white part in two, it flickered and then went dim/normal, as if somehow dead or having lost power.
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Dream-harassment from another deformed evil fugtard fatfuck; fake-orange short/cut hair on a “female” ogre blob in a loose outfit, giving me shit when i was trying to work on my laptop by a car parked on a driveway, saying it was “your one joy” or something retarded untrue like that. I gave it an unimpressed and disgusted look, moved around to the other side of the outside of that car, and it slowly walked away, over the corner of the lawn of that house at the corner of two residential streets i and the car were outside of.
LOL at that latest Carol-of-Bozeman evil failure smearing around and being so instantly re-defeated. Typical loser.
wed7feb2024: I was working on something on my computer.
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Then I was testing/trying a sexy/hentai computer game, it projected onto a projector screen on the front wall of a lit college classroom, I seated at front long table, a few others at other tables off to the sides, I lost interest, clicked to close it, a popup appeared instead, just a word or two in black font on a pastel gray BG with a border of a color like tan-sand and pastel-pink, I clicked to close it but another popup appeared, I did ctrl alt del to shut down but a 3rd popup appeared, I manually forced shutdown but a 4th popup appeared lol.
sun11feb2024: Was walking alongside a motor-coach/rv/camper made of Legos, it driving on a flat surface/plane, several other men walking behind, spread out.
There were other Lego vehicles, all smaller than it, but all also big enough to be actual vehicles for humans.
It slowed to a stop, parking near a few buildings.
I jumped up to the clear railing wall of the 2nd-story balcony of one building, climbing up over it like it was an obstacle-course obstacle.
I saw in its glass was the E.G.A. design/emblem, and thought that since it had that, and I was a member once, I had better do a good job pulling myself up and over.
Rolling over the top of the ~3″-wide glass-like railing-wall, I put my feet/shoes down on the walkway surface.
Once standing up there, I looked down over the railing and saw an African/brown man approaching, looking up at me, seeming happy I had climbed up and over, he now ready to try.
I looked over at where the Lego-like vehicles were parked.
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Then I was in a restaurant of some sort, though it first looked like a dim factory or warehouse room. The walls were a dark gray. There were industrial windows high up, and a raised concrete walkway, as if for a semi/cargo truck loading dock, but inside. There was a bucket / wide serving bowl with apples in it, and a few other people around. Two were at the table with me, the third person standing, an Asian skinny man with short black hair and reading glasses.
I used the only hand-tool on the table to turn one apple into something like a bread-bowl form; the tool had 5 curved shiny smooth flat metal bars, and when I pushed it down into the top/side of the apple, it sliced and smashed its pulp/insides, never punching through the bottom/other side.
I then poured on a green liquid. It settled onto the sliced/minced pulp pile at first, then sinking in between the sliced/shredded bits, making them look like Rice Crispies cereal not in white milk, but a new lime-green substance.
I took a spoon to get the first bite, and smiled, remembering doing this once before.
The two others at the table with me began to try on apples of their own. The Asian man standing beside the table looked pleased with me for doing that.
I thought that maybe they didn’t remember when first we had done this, like how these past 2.5yrs irl/waking… I have wondered why so many ppl didn’t remember/know things were repeating (2016 events in 2022, 2017 in 2023, and 2018 events in 2024).
I woke.
mon12feb2024: I was sitting on a bench with a couple others, on an open-top vehicle like a powered sled truck, facing the left as we were all pulled along on a snowy road or trench-like path toward the arctic. I was wearing footwear, shorts or pants, and a hoody with its hood part having firm helmet-like padding/parts keeping it seated snug on my head. My hair was down. My arms and hands were bare and felt fine. A female seated on my left on the bench, thus closer to the cab/front of the vehicle, was talking with me about a pen-pal, then about
There was writing on a paper, and on an envelope. Harry Potter-related names?
The female next to me asked about where I was going. I said something about looking forward to the arctic, and even swimming there, and that it was calling to me.
I remembered having already been to the spot we were going to, an icy coastal mound I had enjoyed before.
I then pictured in my mind the expanse of the Arctic Ocean beyond it, and wondered about swimming more of the thing.
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I went into a house via its back porch. The grass was dark green outside. It was a 2story. Inside, the floor was polished white tile, and the walls were white. I heard adolescent boys downstairs. I said sorry I came in the wrong house by mistake. One walked up from the basement. The stairs there were to a room with its lights off, dark, like a game room. He had short black hair. I left through the same door I had entered.
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I was picking up gear and weapons to carry from a supply room or outdoor little hangar. One was a camouflage assault rifle. I kneeled and inspected its shoulder strap to see where to adjust it so it would be tighter as I slung it around my back.
Once I had it on me, I began walking over grassy rolling terrain, and amidst sparse tall-ish trees, to where several other adolescents / young adults were on the ground, dirt, training. They were practicing some drill or technique. A couple of them were prone, holding onto and pulling the ankles of another couple of them who were also prone.
Then a few on the other side of the middle two were trying to hold them steady, preventing them from being pulled away, like a tug-of-war with humans instead of ropes. One trying to hold a middle prone person steady was an Asian female with her perfect black hair tied in a back bun.
The two doing the holding/pulling from the prone position included one guy who had islander complexion and puffy black eyebrows about 1″ tall.
Then I saw another Asian young woman, her hair also in a black bun, and with some side strands curved away from it, hanging down, kneeling over one of the camouflage recruits/trainees, as if notionally performing the cpr chest compressions. She was very lovely. Her face/profile was perfect. So were her boobs in that skintight olive-drab “under-armor”-brand-like long-sleeve shirt.
I noticed I had 2 orange smooth plastic items, and that they were not attached/strapped to me, so I walked back toward the supply area to leave them. I came to a retention wall, looked up over it, and remembered the grassy slope outside the 3story house it met was too steep to move up, so I went into that 3story to find another way up.
There was a black catwalk staircase inside. I went up and saw a black or gray cat sitting there. I greeted it. It said something to me in English like, “I am all alone.” I sympathized, saying I knew how that felt, surprised it had spoken, but not shocked.
Upstairs, I found an attic room, windows closed but curtains parted, daylight lit, an orange cat inside. I greeted it, too, asking if I may pet it. It consented and leaned its head toward my hand. All the cats were so gentle-aura-ed. Maybe I was seeing cats because of that meme the typist sent before I went to sleep; “thank you for always caring about me.”
tue13feb2024: A few dreams, one being that kids took a back tire off my vehicle, so I got out and used various martial arts techniques to render them unconscious. lol
wed14feb2024: Forgotten dream: remembered it as I was waking, but scratching of rodent under vehicle somehow let it slip, making me think memory is stored in more than just the waking brain.
Odd dream: went back to sleep, then was in an old brick apartment building, power cords in the floor in loops, a couple other guys there, one White, one Black, and I saw some device suddenly glow hot and then go dark again, sticking a black metal grating grid through the thighs and other body parts of a man who winced or groaned at it, then having ti break it off in sections, some of the lines still stuck through him, he then limping past the other 2 guys as if sneaking, not wanting them to notice the iron-colored broken pieces sticking out of him. There was no blood, as if cauterized, and POV switched from 3rd to 1st.
A mostly perfect dream: was sitting at a long table, pastel tan top surface, black collapsible metal pole legs, facing a similarly-colored wall of a lighter paler sandy yellowish pastel tan, in a classroom with a dozen or more youngish adolescent-looking students, all quietly taking a test. I had different stacks of white papers on my desk, none tall, some stapled at their top left corner, and a boxy pale gray computer monitor and keyboard on my desk. I looked over my right shoulder and saw a beautiful White brunette girl like ana kravinova seated at a long table behind my wall row, one desk over. She did not look my way. I turned back to focus on my test/papers, not wanting to seem like i was cheating. There were black lines and a few sentences on my papers. There was also a thick textbook, softcover, open, with colored pictures in it. I flipped through it, not finding the test answers info. I did not feel like taking the test. As I left, a nina dobrev-like super-hottie started talking with me, then casually kissed and started fucking. She had the perfect vibe, into it, totally chill, not a care/inhibition in the world. Sue was great at French kissing, too. We met again in the hallway, then in another classroom. Not sure if I came in her, but she would 100% have let me.
thu15feb2024: Was holding a long flat thin metal item similar to a sword but more like a slightly curved strip, and it looked rust colored for a moment.
Then I was looking at something similar to a Navy carrier mast, like a metal scaffolding, gray, with flags of dozens of nations hung from it, but they looked more like vertical icons than horizontal fabric. I felt that the USA was not fairly represented (odd thought, considering how evil it has been to me), so I mentioned that while walking over to the structure. The other people standing around on that open-air white-surface gathering/tech’ area got nervous/concerned. I climbed up to the 2nd level of the structure holding those metallic tilted (vertical) flag metals/icons, and felt the front of a pistol press to the back of my head; some guy had hurried over to threaten me, wanting me to stop climbing it. I paused my ascent and seemed to be raising my hands to surrender. Very odd; I always stand up for myself in dreamspace and waking.
fri16feb2024: Stood up to someone in a group, or locked them on.
Then was in a room that needed tidying up. Moved stuff around. Vague memory of that part. Near a window. Dark outside. White apartment inside. Piled stuff near the window. There was a flame or heat source, and I left things on it to burn in a wide low-sides box-like pit. I saw metal sheets that looked like flexible spans of computer wires in film, changing color from shiny chrome-like to charred-black, back and forth.
Then was making food at a table, and on a grill, flipping burger patties, decided to move a small thin (4mm) patty closer to the blue flame, and it changed its shape such that the patty looked like pink concentric meat rings in the form of a crosshairs thing or something. Then reached down in a white paper bag and found triangular clippings I thought was more food at first, but looked like old newspaper black ink on tan/sand-colored magazine paper when taken out and dropped on the smooth black glassy grill edge.
Sat on dirt floor in room size of shack, btwn wood wall to my left and wood table to my right, facing guy chiseling away at a horizontal ruby slab the size of a coffin almost, except half as deep, long side facing my.
He handed me a soda can sized chunk to keep.
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Saw a cartoon like illustration of bombers flying from canada over usa, leaving red wide lines behind them like in Indiana Jones flightpath clips but wider, dropping red-silhouette finned bombs near vegas. I asked someone if it was the SAC in charge of that. One bomb was larger than the others, and colored gray and black, with the biohazard symbol on it.
It looked like the usa was hit with biological weapons.
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Went to a 2 or 3story wood building. Dozen or two dozen ppl inside. One skinny white brunette male in a beanie and poor worker clothes vibed as having an issue with me. I followed him outside into the night. He swung at me. I blocked it and started hitting his torso, then broke his right arm, then rotated his head to end him, then buried him in the flowerless planter trough raised rectangular dirt area right beside where we fought. It was attached to the side of that 3story. Its dirt was easy to scoot around with my foot. I smoothed it out over where his body was buried.
1st time I killed someone in dreamspace?
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Went to other buildings. Morning came; I didn’t see a sunrise; the sky was just mildly daylight, not dim, but not bright, as if during a day with distant clouds, overcast. A new person showed up, seeming injured or sick. He seemed to be hiding from the 2 guys on patrol above him. They were looking around from floor2 of a wood narrow building similar to a ranger tower but with its bottom walled. I went in where the weak/stressed-looking guy had gone in. He had used a side door out of sight around the corner of that bottom of that narrow bldg. I used the door to a 90deg angle from it; the one in front of me. Inside, i saw him lying on the floor, just trying to rest and survive. He did not look bloodied or wounded. I talked with him calmly, saying something about what actually causes sickness, and asking him something, probably if he wanted or needed anything to recover. He seemed relieved i was being kind and informative.
All the buildings had dirt in them on their lower floors.
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Back outside, there was a woman near a building or half-walled area by a white painted horizontal metal cylinder probably used for propane. I talked with her. I mentioned i had trained many troops before this current world situation. I had a simple slung rifle with me. I went out and up on a small barren hill. A old pickup truck drove by. There was only a driver and maybe one man standing on the truck-bed between the cab and a big vertical wide barrel/cylinder like a pesticide or fertilizer drum. I fired one shot at it, hitting the drum, I think, not the guys.
I then told the woman I had fired just one shot. Maybe she had been worried about one thing or another regarding that action.
mon19feb2024: Megan Rain was going into the apartment door next to mine. There were 4 doors in an annex off a main/access hall. The color scheme was of yellowish-tan or olive, soft/light brown, off-white, etc.. She was with a guy taller than her. She seemed nervous/tense, as if being forced to be with him. They said a few things out there, right beside my open door, they arriving and walking past after I had opened my door and gone in my apartment. I was in the foyer, looking out, seeing their backs, their fronts blocked by my doorframe as they stood facing and opening their own apartment door. Vibed as a test to see if I would intervene on her behalf. Lame; I don’t do tests, and no beings anywhere have any right to test me. Good beings would never need to test me; they’d know my essence and vibe and life and context and preferences.
wed21feb2024: 3rd person view of tanks on new nicer version of starcraft terrain, lining up, facing enemy tanks on a pale parking area just out of view due to “fog of war”, fired at them anyway, red explosion icons with yellow centers appeared in a jagged line in the fog of war area; the terrain and parking lot were visible, and the enemy tanks in range and destroyed by the barrage, but only part of 1 or 2 enemy tanks were visible.
Woke. Went back to sleep.
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Pre 4am: went into a fine dining Italian restaurant i recognized. It had a hostess long desk facing the entrance, dining tables room to the left, and a smaller cafe or dessert shop in a room to the right. I did not pick up their menu, remembering its list and images well, instead going into the desserts room. The register was at the corner where the countertop from the hostess long desk turned at 90° to become the countertop toward the display case which was like the oldfashioned glass front slope to a curved glass top. There were a few levels in it, all well-lit. I noticed a perfect tan blonde glowskin young woman model face photo behind one of the plates on its mid or top shelf.
The woman behind the counter looked like the same one. She told me they were going to clean that case with nanobots. We chatted about that as I browsed before placing my order.
Once she was done making a drink or something for someone, her back to me then, she turned around while moving side to side behind that countertop, working on something else, asking me what I wanted to order.
I lightly laughed, my hands on the countertop, saying I wanted everything in the case, all their desserts looking so good.
I then named a couple of them to try this visit.
A couple young boys walked in and to that display case. I waited for them to pass it so I could walk back there and use my cell phone to take a photo of the photo of the sexy tan blonde glowskin face model in it. Then I noticed a photo lying flat on its top shelf closer to the 90° countertop angle, a photo overhead of that same hottie, showing her naked backside while she lied prone, looking up at the photographer. I took several photos of that.
Then I was ready to order some of their Italian food.
I woke.
~thu22feb2024: Maybe ambi, in missionary position
White lit room
Bed
Letting me fuck her while other sexy black-haired woman stood beside and watched
Both n black
Maybe other was priestess Angelique
mon26feb2024 in a few sleep periods before 4am: Repeat of the racetrack dream where i was n the racecar and looking back to see other racecars behind mine, then in the dark/dim mechanic shop working on something and holding the MIB worm-humanoid device handed to me which had a single wheel and a little brown metal helmet on the creature with a brown metal right side attachment i focused on as it looked up at me and assured me it was ready to race, as if i would somehow ride it instd of the racecar for the last laps of the race.
Then many great firsts/upgrades;
1st powerpoint presentation w seauence of squares in one slide
The presentation was being reread by me on a laptop as i scrolled through its slides. There were a dozen or more slides. Two had a horizontal pale rectangle with evenly spaced squares of different colors and textures on it, similar to color/paint sample chips. I was about to volunteer to be the first of dozens to present/speak. The classroom was gymnasium size, dimly lit, a soft browns and tans and ochre color scheme, like the big room I was filling out my living-will / next-of-kin paperwork in after enlisting and going to the recruit depoy in 2003 IRL.
I also remembered a specific number or sequence of numbers when I woke from this dream, but it is not easily recalled verbatim/fully now that I am typing these notes.
1st seeing Ariel; naked tan redhead doing a stretch on floor of her room below my level of an apartment bldg
Ariel was doing a version of the splits and resting with her eyes closed. There was another tan redhead nearby but not eyes closed, maybe standing.
1st time walking a girl pet; leashed v of amanda liebovitz who crossed the street down the sidewalk as i kept telling her, “pet, stop!”, she not trained yet. She stopped n the middle of the concrete frisco-like 2lane street and i took hold of her leash
The girl-pet had walked ahead of me and the other dog-like or raccoon pet i was leash walking.
There was landscaping dark green bushes or small trees on both sides of the winding serpentine sidewalk. It was overcast and not breezy. It was pleasant, not chilly. There were very few cars on the street ahead. There may have been a neighborhood wall on the far side, and an intersection with stoplights to the right.
This was after i had mildly but sternly somewhat scolded an old Black woman in her house at a meal table after she had let the raccoon and a dog go unattended through an inside door to an attic-like room; because i didnt want them escaping or getting lost/hurt in that kind of room.
1st time n a spaceship which was scorpion shaped ish and had many bright golden white tiny lights on its front top which was the low end of the curve going up toward its back, I then in the Bridge, seeing it fire many photon torpedoes into Space after the little-looking distant maneuvering enemy spaceships.
Guy sitting on captain’s chair looked like bald Captain Picard, and it looked like Riker and Worf were standing at his sides behind that chair, all three in gray/bnw versions of the Starfleet uniform from the TV show.
The spaceship didn’t have scorpion legs, just the overall curve/swoop of that creature, and it was like a medium-gray quadcopter drone, little fins out its sides.
dozens more dreams –and I remembered an entire paragraph I’d seen written, as if in Braille-raised silvery ink/lettering, plus a specific number that may have had “19” in it

MARCH:

Green top dyed short dark hair combed to side, came out of barren hilltop modern house I had parked in front of, my vehicle across the street, I across the street near the vacant lot and hill slope, he walked toward my driver’s side, I was sleepy but waved, once he was near my window he seemed to be saying I could come in, didn’t have to sleep in my vehicle.
sun3mar2024 ~3-4am: I was kneeling as I tied one shoelace and then put a black small hairband-like device around its loops and knot. I realized I didn’t have one for my other -right- boot, so I asked 1 or 2 guys walking by if they had one. One of them, a white brunette young male in forest marpat with a boonie hat, started casually talking shit, making fun, asking what the point of it was if I had already tied a laces knot. I showed him and said, “No, this is what the knot does, and the band goes around/over the laces like this.” There was so purpose of it in this dream that I had not encountered in the waking, but which made sense to me in the dreaming, and which felt repeated and normal, even required by the military there. Again, that guy casually talked shit, now looking to his left, my right, as he rambled on, not helping. I became pissed at him. I saw he had LCpl black field rank on his collar, and remembered I was at least 1 rank higher, so I stood and took hold of him by his collar, which startled him. I verbally “lit him up” for running his mouth, and told him all he needed to say was that he didn’t have a spare band; thr backtalk and punkish jokes were unnecessary.
This looked to be on the light sand tan colored carpet of the marblewood loft, my room’s railing behind him.
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I returned to find a mildly tan dirtyblonde young man in khaki colored pants and longsleeve shirt sitting on the desk chair there, at an angle facing my old black boxy computer. He had done something to it as a prank. I leaned down over the desk and him, pissed, stern, asking what he had done. He was smirking. I took hold of him and began to beat him up, then throwing his wounded body over the railing, down the stairs to the ground-level floor. He left, and I wondered if someone might come and try to arrest me for that, but I was not afraid.
Not long after, some shorter thinner paler brunette young male friend of his, with slightly longer hair not below his neck, entered the house unannounced, and had gone upstairs to mess with my computer again, and I sensed it was retaliation requested by the blonde punk for me roughing him up.
I got more pissed, and confronted that paler young man, demanding to know what he had done. I may have roughed him up, too, but not as much as the blonde.
I checked my computer again, and it would not boot on, only showing a screen with gray text fields, all blank, on a black background, some groups of fields outlined in the same dim gray, as it began making struggling sounds.
The young pale male had left, though, and I had not gotten his name. I wondered how to find him, and of course knew I could get that information once the bkonde returned home, he my younger brother in this dream.
Our parents got home, and I had not seen them before. One was a graying skinny man, somewhat tan and once dirtyblonde. The other was a shorter white brunette woman with shoulderlength hair. The four of us sat around the dining table in the dining room by the foyer like in the waking marblewood house.
It was still day outside.
I lead the conversation, all of us facing the blonde highschool-age male. I intensely but professionally, in a slightly raised voice, stated everything that had happened, including when I had gotten in a fight with him, being honest about everything.
He did not interrupt.
The parents eyed him the whole time, all of us sitting on the brown wood archback side chairs, the table between us.
The dad was leaning toward the blonde from my right, the blonde on the chair to my left.
I then told him that I had built that computer, programmed it, and that a decade of my writing and other work was on it.
He looked impressed and worried, even a little ashamed now, finally showing tolerable emotions and logic.
The paler kid he had sent over then arrived, and I sternly told him that, too, intensely asking what exactly he had done to the computer. He was still with a punkish amused expression, so I got more in his face, eventually pressuring him to specify what he had altered or deleted. He named a specific file or folder. I pressured him further. He named another specific thing. Eventually it seemed he knew how to fix what he had done, my files still able to be recovered. We would go upstairs to begin that process.
I was glad I didn’t have to track him down.
Standing, we headed to the stairs. I stopped before the stairs, facing the blonde who was nearly my height. I was in pants, a longsleeve shirt, and a pale khaki boonie like my grand canyon river hat. I may have had aviator sunglasses on, too. I looked like a middleaged “operator”.
I said to the blonde, still stern, “I understand if I have seemed like an idiot who sits at his computer too long, working too much. If ever I offended you, that was not my intent.”
He slightly nodded, seeming to understand, both of us calmed down from our fight that morning.
I woke. It was predawn, 5am. The sky was a pleasant dark blue.
I thought of monitoring the two lads for life, then incarcerating them for life, making them wear those bright orange prison uniforms.
This is the first time I threw someone over a railing and down a flight of stairs.
mon4mar2024: Sexy petite tan brunette w shoulder-length hair and white PJs w little dark figures pattern on them… got down on carpeted floor and under a bedsheet to snuggle w me in spite of having the vibe she was sneaking from her bf. Her voice and smile were heavenly.
wed6mar: Baking in classroom w ovens in c-formation; under wraparound wall countertop black topped, pale-tan wood-colored cupboards above all, couple dozen students, all with baked rectangle pans of what looked like dif earth tone colors of poundcake topped with colorful cupcakes, and those assignments paired with what looked like a collage or scrapbook, perhaps to show progress photos of them figuring out how to bake the thing.
I hadn’t made one of my own. I was a little stressed. I remembered having been overworked from an assignment in another class in this school.
A male student kindly offered to help me, pointing me to a tray/pan that had extra cupcakes on top I could use.
He and I hurried to get my project ready in time to turn in with the others this day.
A female student mentioned something about even finding the precise spot in an oven under which this recipe rose/baked best. I was interested in that technique.
The teacher had dark auburn long hair slightly curly wavy. She sat at her desk on the 1 wall n the 4wall square room which had no ovens or countertop or cupboards.
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Familiar hollow cylinder white office bldg w escalators and glass walls. Fake fathr worked there. I went up to a floor near the middle, exiting the escalator onto the circular inside balcony walkway linking many of the security checkpoints from it to the office suites.
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Another ‘dream’ here, but unsure of details rn. Just got glimpses of it that have not stayed in my waking memory just yet.
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Taking photos in a vast white concert building, walking around, noticing amazing futuristic architecture and scale.
Black suit jacket i took off and set down near where i stopped for a moment.
Table near glass rectangular prism cases around 1 fancy expensive car. 2 other such house-tall room-wide cases near it.
Orchestra group 1 level down, amidst diagonal white pillars.
Group walking around them, i didnt wait for them to get out of the way before i took a few more photos.
Then i put my black jacket back on. A dark brunette haired girl sitting at that table looked a bit to me, noticing as i was getting my jacket on.
She and i had pleasant neutral vibes and smiles.
I walked past the back of her chair.
Started to wake.
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Things are not repeating because I need to learn a lesson;
I skipped ahead in time ~6yrs ago, apparently, so I was being shown a new ability, not held back for not doing something a certain way.
I also was given no guidance, so it wasn’t a lesson or punishment or correction; it was a neutral post-Shift upgrade.
Lessons and attempted reprogramming of me was a pre-Shift thing/trend.
Maybe it took those years since The Shift… only bc I was so busy writing down and editing my idea/vision; maybe it would have happened earlier if I hadn’t been so busy and overworked.
It doesnt vibe as a repeat to learn a lesson, but as a neutral superpower turned on, and as another sure sign my work is right and destined; it didnt undo any of my progress when I apparently time-traveled back from 2018.
Awesome.
Saw many old scumbags in a series of dreams, reminding me how evil humans have been so far.
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Kneeled to wipe up dog poop, and noticed each time i cleaned some up, more appeared. Reminded me how that chronic-liar “snake” of a roomtard had trained her dog to poop only in the house, not told me, and then lied about that, too. Chronic blatant lying just like lfb. Prob same ‘demon’.
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Saw a bldg like a tan or wooden cliff, w bay window structures of dif colors, and i wanted to recolor one to be dark blue so it contrasted better.
Went into an enchanted daytime forest, single canopy, to see if i could get closer, and walked up a long low-slope palm-tree-trunk-like tree, finding the forest went on more than it seemed from my offshore lake view of the cliff bldg. Returned to my small group and told them.
A fairy or other forest creature had vibed perfectly as/when greeting me.
Was in a 1story house or country club with several others, 1 in ea rm, and I was walking around as I waited for Ambi, worried she hadnt called, but getting the vibe/msg she was making me wait so as to increase my desire of her. A man with short black hair told me she was coming, on her way, etc.
I got a vision of her being driven to me in a short black limo-like car.
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Was walking around a montana-like outdoor area. Dozens of ppl were exiting some indoor event, all druggies exhaling smoke : (
Drove my jeep to park on wide crude concrete paved area, noticed it wasnt braking well, aimed it at a thick tree, managed to stop it at the little gap or dip past the edge of the paved area in front of that tree.
Walked around and noticed an overcast sky, and that i could effortlessly angelically hover up as if able to fly.
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Got invited to a bowden house. It was like a mix of the cb aptmt and the dad mansion inside the foyer. I heard cb downstairs in the basement mispronounce Abilene tx as “a-bih-lee-neh” in some boardgame, the dad was near me n the foyer and smirked or said something, i said “it’s just Abilene.”, then someone carried past a baking tray with hamburger patties on it, ruining my mood, and i wanted to leave, and suddenly woke to clearing my left nostril.
fri15mar2024: Dreamed i was looking at a sexier tan blonde shorty hispanic JLo-like model in a magazine, and then she showed up and we were ready to rub and fuck.
Then a boobsy redhead strutted by, seeking my attn.
Then i was standing on a vehicle w others being lifted over a construction site fence. One guy riding that vehicle bucket arm thing with us advised me not to stand on the curved corners of the pile of pieces it was also moving. He said the straight short side pieces, or straight long side pieces, were better, not likely to tip away.
Then was walking into a mechanic shop or something similar, helping carry metal parts out to a daylight trench to get the muck off them before cleaning and returning them inside. I tried lowering one end of the tall metal pipes piece I was carrying… down into that trench, but it got muckier, so i had to scrape its end sides on the trench wall slope.
sat16mar2024 before 6 AM: Another great set of progress/firsts in Dreamspace:
was in a nice studio-like (rectangular apartment) hotel room, gray bed covers, maybe dark blue carpet, and a perfect v of Pia was there (btr face, zero makeup, casual hottie clothes she got out of, etc.), plus 1 other person, and she had the chill approachable agreeable personality of an ICV, in an open relationship, 100% ready to let me kiss and fuck her, doing multiple hot positions on 1 of the 2 beds, such as on her back w ass up to help me sexually piledrive her, and she made sure I got to cum in her pussy more than once, then exchanged info and video chatted with me later, planning more hookups w me. Best attitude and engagement so far! She had even stayed n the same room as me and the other guy, not wanting her own room.
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Then i was doing a concert or something, and had a bushier longer beard, and i walked out past the audience after, and they didnt mob me for pics or autographs, respecting me totally.
I exited through a series of rooms w security doors, no one stopping me, even though the last room out of that section of an airport had a manned desk, and i got the vibe/feeling they were all the real Germans, perhaps on one of their colony worlds. A world in Aldebaran? Aurora?
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Then i was in a small airport (same one?), in a waiting seating room/area, making sure i had my luggage, and noticed i didnt have my camo hiking backpack, so i asked workers there about it.
I thought i should stay w my suv, not flying to ut.
There were 2 upcoming posb flights, the last to mt.
I had already flown somewhere, and there were no masktards anywhere.
I then chose to turn invisible to ppl, and hover instd of walk, and went up a couple floors into a dim (lights off) suite or level w dark gray carpet and window-doors (dark metal framed rectangular vertical glass panels). Someone down on the ground floor was talking w another coworker, telling her, a teen-looking dark-brunette girl w her hair in a back-bun, to go up to that 3rd floor i was on. She went up, and somehow sensed i was there, not concerned at all, opening the door/s to the area i was in, walking right in, also w a chill ICV mindset/vibe, perfectly fine w me and usage.
What amazingly good ‘dreams’!
(and compare how astronomically-improved they have gotten since my earliest ‘dreams’; the Slimer UFO thing, the ‘dream-harassment’ morons, etc.)
sun17mar2024 ~5am: 2 petite White girls had asked for help w stuff n their upstairs set of rooms n a big house, including drinks like smoothies. After helping them a while, i left, later checking my online feed, and found they had posted a video moving over a calendar they had made showing every receipt of when i had gotten them a drink, plus when we had hung out, and when they were claiming i had sought love w them, one of them narrating by saying i had pursued preteens for sex, all these receipts somehow evidence of me being bad. It stirred my blood, for that was not what had happened. Then i could not find the profiles of the two who had posted it.
I woke, and remembered the dream; another time-travel repeat from 2018?
It also made me think of lynsey and chrissy of plano/allen; users. Not to mention “doreen, the sad machine”.
It also made me think of all the times others scammed me, pretending to want my help, then only abusing the hell out of it/me.
I then realized that all scams from rjh to v.a. to suv to mex… boil down to the same tactic; shallow-eyed humanimals offer ing something not really being offered (bait/lure/”carrot on a string”), then lie about me when i get upset at being lied to. Why this repeated tactic? (since I haven’t done it to others; it isn’t karma)
Oh well. At least i have learned to read humans btr, and to use them b4 they use me, and to see them as the evil NPCs they have been, i offering love only to myself now, and becoming extremely specific w my spells so random or repeat-bad personalities don’t manifest/scam anymore.
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So was that dream broadcast to many?
Beamed just to me?
A result of the sugar from the ice cream?
Processing past scams/abuses?
mon18mar2024: eli overhead w friends bitching about me banning drugs, they defiantly claiming it was their right to do drugs, not knowing i was dnstairs in their new house. That disgusting comment from him really bothered me.
I exited and went somewhere.
First time driving into yc n a dream. Past mossy boulders slant retaining walls on the asphalt street to an intersection, turning left onto it to go up its curve. I bitched at god, saying the usual; when can i have my house? “I am here again,” (yc) “so when?”
First time entering a house under construction, its wood frame visible everywhere.
First time driving my suv in a dream.
First time driving my suv or any vehic nto a house; the framed one.
brett and a few other construction workers were n there, but i didnt stop.
The doorframes nside were wide enough that i cpuld drive my suv through. I u-turned, got too close to a framed inside wall (the one btwn my vehic and brett’s group of 4 men incl himself). I stopped and got out to make sure i hadnt tapped a vertical board. I felt i was driving a little too fast.
Was then outside, and a sexy hispanic blackhaired shorty w interest eyes and vibe was on the other side of a rectangular table from me. She looked to be sitting on a platform, as it made her taller than me.
I was standing, moving what looked like long potato wedges…to a plate, stacking them until there were a couple dozen, stacked several layers high.
She asked me if i was interested in them being hot and cold in dif spots.
I told her i would be interested if she got naked.
We were then out of the yc, and n a glass-storefront business. She and a group of at least half a dozen were leaning back on the gray non-leather couch, side by side, all friends and close.
A guy taller than me approached from outside in the night. There were vehicles in the parking spaces along the curb out front. A couple were personal short cargo/moving trucks. He had a fancy 3piece suit, vest and all, steampunk-like, earthtones and ochre colors. I saw he had a gun strapped to his vest, high up, along his sternum. It was like my s&w500. I picked up my pistol from the inside table to my left near the front glass door/s, and opened that front door, doing my best to politely stop and explain to him i didnt know him, etc..
He politely offered to hand me his guns, and it turned out he had at least 3.
Other ppl showed up, a little nervous bc now i was holding my pistol.
I kept it pointing down, my finger straight and off the trigger. I asked them if they had seen The Matrix, then said no, Boondock Saints; the one where they meet the guy who gets out of prison, it is their dad, and he has a vest full of guns; i was concerned bc this tall guy basically had that, and i didnt know him.
Another personal moving truck pulled up and parked facing away along the curb, its cab to my right, its back/garage-style door open. A table-sized pizza was inside. The ppl out there began carefully unloading it.
I saw a lightbrown castle-like highrise cluster of a bldg a quartermile or so away, btwn the back of that truck…and the other truck parked in a space perpendicular to how it had parked. The bldg was changing like how Transformers n the movies did; entire sections/towers of it rotating this way and that. There was a mist/fog around their bases, masking the lower half and base of it all. I asked the ppl unloading the pizza how it did that. They said it was like a hologram from strobes and lasers projected on the fog.
As the big pizza was carried toward the front doors by a few ppl, i said i was sorry (for stopping and not trusting the guy w the guns).
tue19mar2024 before 6am: Another good (not perfect) sexy first! I saw a car (approaching and passing my left side, as I was walking a night sidewalk/street) w pickup-style vertical back-window, and saw it had white-lettering decal w some red and blue colored parts, saying it was a vehicle for driveby handjobs or jacking off; like a smaller v of the Bangbus. I jogged up to its psgr side as it kept slowly driving last. There was a light-brown, shoulder-length hair, face-hottie driving, no one else in the car. I was a little upset she had some makeup on, but i let it go, still excited. She rolled her power window down and slowed. I told her i saw her ad. She smiled but said she doesnt do that anymore. I asked if she would one last time, for old time’s sake. She asked what if we connect. I said if we connect we connect, and if we don’t we don’t. She liked that, stopped, and let me get in to either jack off while she filmed, or jack me off, plus maybe more.
Was photographing some structure in Space, in orbit around a gas giant colored like jupiter, black guy showed me i could walk out off the edge of my Space platform as if there was no gravity etc., i doubted and was nervous but watched him do it and then tried, finding it true, and i then wanted him to move out of the way of my photos. The inside of the craft I was photographing had gray and orange parts, somewhat pixelated or blurred through a horizontally-long rectangular windshield.
Was telling ppl at a long collapsible table under a sideless vendor tent at night to get seeds one way or another before an underground nuclear test.
Vague memory of seeing an overhead satellite view of their big remote farm, with the test area circled, and signs of bigger nuclear events coming nearby, due to partially overlap the underground one.
Was searching for ambi, feeling down bc she hadnt rogered up in a long while, if ever. Was resorting to rentals still. Ugh.
tue26mar2024 before 6am: 4 tonight;
1) Was in a normal ceiling height kitchen or breakfast room, window walls, dark outside, lit inside, simple modern blank furniture, making food for a cat, asking if it wanted what was in a plastic bag, letting it sniff it, saying the liquid was just fish juice or something.
Poured bag contents onto hot skilled, started sizzling, cooked it.
Then went back to table a moment, arranging bacon pieces to fit on a somewhat oval shaped piece of bread, its color like rye or pumpernickle swirl.
The human beside me and the cat said I was a chef or something, he liking how precise I was making the bacon fit.
I carried the bread with bacon over to the stove to cook it next, adding more to the sandwich, I think mac and cheese as a layer.
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2) Was in a low ceiling building with stucco walls, square rooms around a dark brown intersection of halls between the corner rooms, the whole place looking like in a very wide ancient tree trunk, a man like Jason Momoa but shorter than me standing there talking w me about how I would design the stairs, I showing him an image of a halved normal tree trunk laid on its curved part so its flat middle was the up surface serving as a step, dark brown lines running its “length”, the logs like that inlaid in the earthy-looking wide steps up from the hallways intersection, the highest step at the big treetrunks outside/curve.
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3) Vague on 3rd dream, but remembered it well at 6am when sky was still dim blue. Probably another ssp-esque area/dream/memory. –or was it just 4 things I wanted to remember, the 4th being a website update? No, it was neither; it was to try adding the new WoW variant as a desktop menu-bar shortcut.
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4) Was trying a starcraft game. Not interested much. Noticed the loading screen had 4 species, not 3 like in original game (human, protoss, zerg). Left was human,
next was supposed to be zerg, but it looked like a tall protoss slightly zombified, 2 crablike appendages coming from a top-mounted pair of arms that hung down like parting Praying Mantis arms,
3rd was like a bulky muscular zerg, almost as tall, and taller than the human,
4th (far right) looked like normal protoss zealot.
wed27mar2024: before 2AM: Was standing in line at a snow cone vendor amidst many food trucks, all white and unlabeled. Daylight. Numerous other ppl there, incl a black woman w hair tied back n a nappy ponytail short like a back bun, and a white woman w gray hair similarly tied back tight. I wanted grape, then thought of adding orange flavor. They started srtting up white collapsible tables seceral feet around/away from the one already out front of the truck window. A woman asked me to join them on the other side of the new tables. I followed.
I had walked from another vendor area, one i may have been asked to help with.
That was after i had walked from exiting a school-like bldg, talking w a guy my height about something.
That was after being inside w others, discussing what the guy exiting w me had mentioned, something i rmbr-ed clearly minutes ago, as i was starting to wake.
these are b4 6:25am:
Sat in glass walls office bldg commons area/floor
Tsb sotting at my right, some feet away, w his own laptop, sent me a chonese translation
I pasted it into an image on my pc.
It was dark pale red on a dark brown bg, overlapping another field/color somewhat.
I wanted to read it as it sounded, so i then pasted it into google translate to learn how to read those chinese characters. There were a couple dozen of them as a sentence spanning 1.5 lines of text in its text field taking up maybe 1/3 the width of the image or computer screen.
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Classroom w parallel rows of long desks
I was out in its hallway.
Teacher was short white blonde girl.
Dozens other students
I returned and sat n middle, opened my big ring binder. White papers inside, all w notes on them, some for this class, others about my designs.
I turned the pages, lookong at the dif section separators and all, refinding my notes.
I opened the 3ring binder at some point to move some papers from 1 sec to another. Most moved well, but the last few pgs only made it to the top/farthest of th 3 rings, so i seated them on the middle and closest rings.
The teacher rmbred i had raised my hand earlier, b4 going to the hallway, but i didnt rmbr what i wanted to say, so i laughed, amused at myself.
She didnt mind, returned to teaching the others n this room.
Silvery and white color scheme n it, well lit. Maybe pastel gray floor of carpet or tile.
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Yellow arch tunnel long straight
Dancer india brown skin ahead
Cheering audience heard as she did some music video move/s
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Sitting in tall ceiling room like an audiotrium or small gymnasium
Tried eating 1 of 4 harmonica-like wafer-cookie-shaped chrome things.
1st worked.
2nd was not bending in my mouth easily, and almost hurt my teeth.
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It was presentations day. I remembered making a moving presentation for it, from a prev dream. We all had 1 partner for this assignment. Mine was a brunette male w mild tan complexion.
We were on the floor of a room w a broen color scheme; earth tones.
Presentations were in the middle of the room, beside a tall dark brown rectangular prism structure maybe reaching the 2story+ ceiling.
The 1st pair presenting had a brown torso looking like a robot upper body fused w a cake, chocolatier style. Its head moved on the neck ring, as if up into place from down in or behind. They were talkong about it but i did not hear or focus on the words.
A few others presented. One had a yellow cube maybe 1′ along its sides. They covered it in like dark brown icing or something, then set it on the pale tan wood floor, and it moved around, as if remote controlled. Some of its yellow sides were visible in 1″ circle mounds, as if part of a game or code.
My partner was seated facing me. Without being rude, and btwn presentations, we talked about our proj. I was a little nervous about oresenting, or was empathically feeling his nervousness. I joked about tye yellow cube, “the perfect way to get hair in your food, or food on your floor.”
He cracked up at that, the mood lightened.
He joked that i, with our project, had stolen something/much from The Big Lebowski. I didnt understand, but thought he was referring to my chill comedy style.
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There was much more, and i remembered it clearly when i woke, but i dont always have the time to write it all down.
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Tsb and the other fake relatives, mostly lfb, have been in other dreams, perhaps half a dozen over the last few to several yrs, always in an annoying/rude way. This was one seemed like he was finally trying to be quiet and neutral, but any appearance of him in dreams or waking is unwanted, thus inappropriate and harassment, a crime.
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Will these dreams notes one day make sense together… like my once separate idea starts became my novels series and city website/s? We’ll find out.
thu28mar2024: first predawn back in UT: I drove the winding rd back to yc, its landscape mixed w that of the zion plateau white bark elven grove before the pond up there.
As I drove that winding rd, I was singing “I’m comin’ home” song.
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Then was eating paint-green soup with some chia seeds sprinkled on part. Not much; just 4 spoonfuls. Left it on a horizontal freezer-like white object w other dirty dishes.
Was in central america, being offered a pilot job, small fixed wing aircraft for at most half a dozen ppl, or 2 pilots and 1 psgr and transporting items. Guy offering job had “big hair” like the blackops ldr in Sicario. He said we don’t ask what is in the luggage. I pictured flying along a rectangular corridor over mex to s amer and back. A brunette woman w that job offer-er one night in a nice hotel or small mansion somewhere down there spole w me while standing beside him.
Then i was n a simpler house, maybe a dozen gathered there, back in the States. It was daytime, clear ish skies, and the porch out through the back double sliding door/s had some porch furniture on it which was made of medium brown wood matching the deck. They were reclined (not reclining) porch armchairs w flat armrests.
I strolled that porch and looked out at the pond or little lake, talking / thinking aloud, saying the pilot job was not what i wanted, but was fine to pass the time until ambi got w me. It was bittersweet; decent gig, but no wife, so my heart wasnt in it.
There was a tide bringing some waves up on the porch. I stepped back inside to avoid them, and noticed they were getting bigger and reaching the sliding doors, but they didnt seem able to splash inside the house. I sat at the dining table in there, and a couple others sat w me. Then by surprise she came in, or it was someone acting as her; face didnt seem quite right. 2 gray suit men came in after, and they said or did something vibing as trying to order or intimidate her. I immediately confronted them, threatening them, forcing one down on the other side of the table, telling him maybe i should cut a new pocket into his leg so he will remember to keep the cash i require him to pay me just to speak to us. I said maybe he is a bigshot in this no-name town, but in the rest of the world, and to me, he is nothing; so he’d better learn to not barge in or try to dominate us. The other suited man with him did not try to help him / stop me.
I woke and wondered why i had a water dream when i don’t need to piss.
Clearing a 2story bldg dim i side, night, elevator shaft or stairwell climbing w group of a dozen or so young men and young women, maybe late teens or early 20s, all in towels or bathrobes or swim-trunks/wear, all chill good vibes.
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In a 2story white-painted barracks, dim rooms w TVs and small showers, everyone had to sleep outside next night bc the cdr or General, one guy said, thought we were becoming too weak. Dozens of us in sleeping bags on sandy slope by a pond, within short walking distance of that barracks, no one allowed in, rooms remote locked so we couldnt go bk until allowed.
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I was seeing if i could dl a private pc program onto a thumbdrive, and it worked, so i then plugged it into my own pc and uploaded it there, glad i had a copy of the thing.
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Trying to staple a couple papers together outside daytime maybe afternoon before sunset. On grass and dirt with a few 2story trees here and there, like in a park or campus field setting, 1 young woman or girl to my right, one of us commenting about how the stapler kept not working, so i opened it and saw wooden-like staples or dry pine needles in it near the hole, and a few remaining staples lined up the same way right behind them.
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It isnt that i may rmbr a few details dif than the dreams; it is that the ‘dreams’ arent always correct/appropriate, so i naturally correct them; the ppl/things ‘beaming’/forming these dreams are the ones in error, needing My guidance.
sun31mar2024 before 4am: Tan curly fur lapdog puppy, grew up in seconds, walked to white railing over house carpet stairs dropoff to first floor, went btwn railing, fell to first floor, i inhaled suddenly w worry, 2 women were beside me, dog was fine though, landed perfectly, walked out front door, i went down and out to stop it, calling it Einstein, it didnt want to stop at first, but did, letting me get it. I told it how it can be dangerous outside due to traffic.
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Night at covered picnic tables railing, chatting w Lopez d.i. about war stories, i said one guy became a cop and went recon, so he has some good stories now,
and then others joined us but did not talk, word was 1 from boot camp was on his way, a shorty similar to oceanside ambi approached and offered a handshake, i accepted, she said her name is Alexi/Alexia, I said nice to meet you, my name is Auz.
I went to hike or jog w the boot camp guy, wondering if he had dropped out or passed boot camp.
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Was with a few ppl, someone texted, i was on phone w them, saying the texts were coming through, then had an issue opening one, then it worked and took me to a website with a bright spreadsheet or big scrollable image of a design
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((No water n dreams tonight, even though had to piss a lot.
The water is certainly in sky irl, though. Is it manifesting outside me now?

APRIL:

mon1apr2024 before 1:55 AM: Walking into back rooms of a grocery store,
breakroom some skinny teen white brunette short-hair kid n colored apron was poking me,
I stood on dark brown collapsible table and, annoyed, asked him to stop,
others were around,
mgr came in, I walked out to main groc store customers area w him, said I was a veteran, tired, had a long drive ahead, just needed to pass through or something, sat on table out there, feet on its stool pr bench, he sitting on it nearby, listening, and another male employee joined us, listening.
I rambled a bit, felt sleepy and not focused, said I didnt know where I was going w (telling) that,
then was in a dif facility, like a shitty prison, or someplace made to seem like a prison, went in a room to tell someone something, found Isabel Lucas in there, hugged her, she hugged me very well, warming me, I said reassuring words,
then I went into a green cage walls room with maybe 8 to 12 others, some taller than me,
turned out those cages were mildly electrified, shaking some of us when we touched them,
guards/staff came in and told us some women here only serve a couple weeks, then leave for 2 or even up to 5 yrs, then come back to serve another couple weeks, again and again until their sentence is up,
then I was somehow in Isabel Lucas’ body, and she was pregnant,
so she/I (I seeing through her eyes, as if my consciousness was in her), was helped to walk to that breakroom, or a delivery room,
and she/I got up on the table, and was crying, feeling newborns sliding out, but there was no pain, only panic/worry, and slimy sensation btwn legs,
I worried it was stillborn bc of ease of push out, small size, no baby crying sound.
Felt like 3 births, all same; painless, small, silent.
Roundface almost-Mongoloid southside-fade haircut (0 on sides, 1 on top) blonde cauc doctor/staff guy w small thin clear reading glasses seemed to be mocking/laughing while right btwn legs / “in my face”, as if this was a staged nightmare he and others were amused by putting me through.
1st dream of being in a female, 1st dream of a birth.
Never saw if alive baby. Woke up.
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once back asleep (and slept in until 9 AM exactly, though I was somewhat conscious, on and off, for maybe the 8-9 hour), I dreamed of being in some primitive corner of a familiar desert military base, not unlike 29 Palms MCAGCC, in a way, but definitely not it; distinctly a base I was only at in my ‘dreams’. was alone in some 2story building, didn’t like being back in my camo/service, went outside, jogged on a sandy gravely road/path between what looked like concrete flood-control walls, vertical. also looked like the gap between the outer and inner perimeter of a firm base. came to a corner which was an L-turn of the path between the concrete walls, the path going up a short 1story hill, saw the shaved heads of tan and dark-skinned young men (troops) jogging around / training on the other side, decided not to let them notice me, jogged back, now with my arms exposed to the sunlight, feeling the strain of carrying something in each hand, perhaps a filled water or fuel jug, made it back to where I’d started, noticed it was like a dark-brown treehouse, in a way, then a low-ranking officer in forest tri-color camo showed up outside, started coming up to my level, I hid around a partition up there, he looked over it but I still surprised him by aiming my hands together in a pistol-shape at his face, smiling/chuckling, and then we chatted about something, I getting the feeling it was yet another lame/repeat test of sorts, and that it was he, not me, who was failing; he was, like all before him, failing to be polite, instead defaulting to trying to intimidate/dominate me, which I have always rejected, knowing it is wrong of ANYone to do/attempt against me.
tue2apr2024 before 6AM:
More cool firsts:
On carpeted floor n rm like marblewood loft, 4 others there, 3 of them on floor facing me, all n black like casual goth or ninjawear, I facing their row of 3, i nearest the female who was the 1 n the middle,
katana or other sword type lying next to her, she moving it this way and that, barely off floor, grazing me n a way that bothered me, i worried about being cut, i stood and told her off for it, saying it was unthinkable to mess around like that, and that my kind would not do that with guns flagging ppl or swords or anything, i then saying their group wasnt right for me, so i would leave. She had black hair, and i -now awake-wonder if this was another test beamed to my mind irl.
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Going through my story notes and other papers, daytime outside, no breeze, some sensitive like blackops drafts noticed n them alongside sketches etc., a few kill orders, etc., some groups of papers separated by dark pink separator plastic pages with 3ring holes for binder, other stacks on carpeted floor, tan carpet, i then inside somehow, no longer out n daylight, heard others somewhere talking as if they might come look, so i felt i had to stack and move those papers to a vehic where they wouldnt find them.
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Seeing someone like Malcolm Reynolds, or I in his body, or playing it from 3rd person like in a lifelike vr game, in a forest compound w nice tan walls, well lit but almost soothingly, like a Bali retreat or something, and a Nyria/Inara-like young woman w me, and males not associated w us also there, and a tall stocky dirtyblonde guy n a blk trenchcoat who always stopd facing away from me so i never saw his front/face, and a voice of an older man apparently in charge, me/mal on knees n one rm beside nyria/inara on knees and a male on his own knees, about to witness another male threatened w a jungle clearing blade half the length of a sword, i then as if my consciousness had transferred into that threatened guy, i getting fed up w the bad treatment and risk, willing us to rise up and overtake the wouldbe killer/s, exiting that room to the landscaped-sides walkway outside, seeing the trenchcoat guy at the end maybe a hundred feet down that path, nyria portal-hurrying to him to surprise, then using another of her powers to split him in half vertically from the crotch to head, just deleting all that central bodymass away, still before he turned so we could finally see his face, never saw it, she then turning around and portaling bk to me to threaten the same to the leader/old guy. So cool to be in her POV and dispatching assholes like that.
wed3apr2024 ~4AM:
3story concrete tappered guard tower amidst a complex of other blds. Dozen+ Marines in it, mostly hispanic looking and shorter than me. Vehicle approached, perhaps like the Mastodon in Halo, started shooting but it was quiet/silent to me even though i heard the voices/thoughts of the Marines n th guard tower. A couple of them got shot and fell to the floor, n 2nd story of the tower. No blood. Others seemed calm still, just moving around n the tower. POV may have switched out to the truck that fired and entered / drove past.
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Then i was n a barracks-like setting/bldg, taller ceiling, darker interior color scheme, normally lit, not bright, but windows and some natural light from outside, taller White bald Marines n there, 1 talking to/at me, chill vibes, I getting stuff ready/packed, about to leave?
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Then in another concrete bldg, on a bench on ground floor, similar to Israel airport, happy and answering a question (from one of those Marines, 2 or 3 near me) about my new hoody or gear or its features, i in olive drab sweattop etc., donald trump walked over and sat on same bench at my right side (how disgusting that ANY out-of-shape human would have the audacity/retardation to think that being that near me was acceptable behavior), asking me about the little stack of stapled papers with quiz question blank spaces underlined, about General Orders, so i read the first question on the front page, and was about to fill it in, when we decided to look at a similar stapled stack which had answers and maybe highlighting. He then wanted me to sign some paper/contract, and I said no, feeling unimpressed and inappropriately pressured. I rejected the leader/figurehead of the human superpower; another great first in dreamspace.
i was amongst lightbrown asians w black hair, incl a fat male, and military instructors overseeing us all. One made origami bigger than his head, w a light green border and white lettering in it. I figured out how to unfold some golden origami paper as big as a small table, but one of the instructors got mad bc it was during the fat student’s presentation or something. The angry instructor came over to where i was on the floor, and tried to grab me or take me outside. I apologized but wasnt having it, as i had innocent excitement, not rudeness, and require my context to be accepted.
Then i noticed a rectangular table w stools on both long sides, all those lightbrown asians seated at it.
driving a motorcycle or something down a neighborhood street and looked up at night sky, noticing moon was MUCH closer, dominating the sky like a big mountain on the horizon. Turned around and saw Mars was similar; way bigger/closer, all its details clearly visible. I was wowwed. I turned around a couple more times to see and photo both. Then saw i could somehow drive up the cul de sac mound hill and go into a hangar in the moon.
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Then was in a daytime highrise security checkpoint standing before a crowd or line of ppl getting metal detected. Sunlight was coming in windows up near the ceiling around us. The room had a concrete and metal appearance, parts painted brown, tan, and other calm neutral earth tones. There was one cauc brunette guy in charge of our group/screening. He had short hair, a little wavy on top, and reminded me of the actor Jason Sudeikis (playing Ted Lasso). I was making fun of some video or requirement from work that had told me to smile or encourage a work behavior. Then i was told to get screened like the rest of the line. I then made fun of that, too, giving them a hard time for making me put my pants through what looked like a topless trashcan with a flap side slot.
I asked/told the guard/guy n charge, still in a comical manner, to take his own pants off and slide them through the detector so i would feel safer.
Goo stuck on one spot of that slot got caught by my pants as they went through, and it hit my cheek near my eye. I sarcastically said thanks or great, calling it something like trash residue goo or gel. Then we were going into a doubledoor to a stairwell, so i resumed making fun of the prescribed fake smiling, thumbs up, etc., of our obedient workers or whatever.
Three of us walked down the steepish metal stairs behind the/our group.
sat6apr2024 before midnight (so still barely fri5apr): guy who looked a bit like me with his hair down, wearing maybe a black pajama shirt and animal-print sweatpants?, walking along a curb ~outside, under and underpass of a major highway “clover”/system, a sexy shorty very-long-haired wavy-hair blonde White hottie (“hourglass”, also in black pajamas, etc.) following just a few sidewalk-squares behind
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then was in a classroom like at Huffman elem., shoulder-level or waist-level bookshelves as partitions separating 3-wall classrooms from the hall linking them all. looked down at thick binder I had prepared, possibly ochre-colored plastic exterior of it, remembered the assignment was not complete, saw other students starting to walk theirs over to the teacher at her desk to turn them in, decided to just take mine and leave, not even telling her I wasn’t going to complete or turn it in.
Beautiful cute pornstar-like shorty redhead walking by, white cleavage showing, smile and eyes like a btr v of Riley Reid fused w Lana Rhoades or Alexis Capri (a.k.a. Capri Anderson, back when she was in her prime), and she initiated, walking to my suv psgr side, i rolling dn the window to smile and greet her, she offering her feminine hand to me. Wow! <3
Finally making me smile as i envision that from same vehicle irl.
Tue9apr2024 before 6am: was in a hotel-like public hall, wide space, in a nice fitted medium to pale blue suit, not sky blue, but more of a fancy masculine hazy blue. I walked by someone at a desk or podium, shorter than me, and the person said my given name, knowing me without me showing ID. This made me smile a bit, glad or confident or proud and respected –though my real/soul name should have been said by them.
Some minutes later, I was in front of a mirror, but I had entered the body/mind of a sexy petite young caucasian brunette woman, and I looked down at my b-cup breasts in the thin shoulder straps fine dress, and then looked ay my naturally curled and styled hair, done up. I felt nervous a moment, or was feeling the natural baseline nervousness of the female I had been allowed to momentarily share consciousness with.
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Then I was with troops or something in a city at night, in a lit building, perhaps a futuristic parking garage, and got into a vehicle like a car-tank fusion, i in the middle seat, it higher than the surrounding 4 seats, my head up in a cupola, but it was. Only big enough for a helmet and looking side to side, and it had a curved horizontal bar blocking my view, so i told the driver it was awful and i wanted to come down.
We ended up in a gymnasium, dozens of ppl n it, and someone told me the city had been entered, invaded, occupied in one or two places. I raised my eyebrows a bit, but i and everyone else were calm, going about our business. I pictured a shadowy part of the city map, unknown enemies moving into it.
Wed10apr: lol stabbed some White guy a bunch of times but it did nothing to him, and I think he imagined stabbing me back but i also felt no pain. Psionics/projection training? SSP again?
Fri12apr2024 b4 2:38am: more than these notes, had dreams before awoken 11:10ish by car parking. Then saw sexy petite elven or cauc girl, and convo was about how something was dif for her kind bc they let guys cum n them. Then convo was with a girl complaining a guy gave her a nbr but asked her not to call a certain way. She called and my consciousness had switched to a doc standing on right side of hispanic on operating table under blue covering, George Clooney-like doc on hos left side, a scalpel or something in hos abdominal or pelvic area btwn us, that doc letting the patient barely regain consciousness so he could ask if he felt something, the patient starting to say yeah, then patient made a pain sound as doc pressed on something in the wound. He told the called not to call until sometime later, and in some way, calmly. Odd that he took a call during surgery. …Then was at a rally or something, someone pointed out to me the rolling hills, Denzel Washington voice “You’ve seen our state,” and then pointed out the tx and usa flags were taken down, no longer atop their govt domes. I said “Finally.” and an ambi-like white blackhaired woman gave me a look; smirk at my enthusiasm/tone. We then walked past those flagless flagpole domes, and hundreds had gathered. I was in a tanktop and had my hair like Wolverine. Someone exclaimed “wow, even He is here./ with them!/?” I did the wolverine heavymetal horns hand gesture w both hands, imitating Wolverine’s claws and posture. The crowd loved that. I shifted sideways while squatting and hunched over. Then walled bk to our table and chairs. On way, a whitehaired cauc asked if i had seen star trek eps. I said yeah only all of them. They said only 2 had something they had n mind. Guy seated n front of me said something. I said “united states of freedom”. He said where he was they had forced something relig on everyone, so it wasnt fully free yet.
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One tall white brunette shorthaired guy had put a retard mask on, so i refused to look at him as i did my wolverine stage sideways motion.
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There were numerous other hotties n these dreams. Those were also many firsts; new hotties, and them vibing as good (totally unlike the waking bitches so far), and they trusted me w help hooking up w other good guys, they took my advice without idiotic resistance/debate, and then there was lots of definite positive ssp stuff, and i was recognized by the rally crowd and beloved, and they had taken down the usa, not just its flag, thus ended the worst brainwashing/scam. Everyone was being polite to me. Respectful. Genuine. Chill.
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Before 9am: was n a small room n an apartment, bed with wrinkled sheets, getting ready to shower, several plates of food were brought in, I left some on bed and some on small collapsible pc desk, later went out and talked w 3 females living there w me, offered some of the food from the plates to them, 1 asked for chocolate covered green ice cream balls, i brought that plate out for them, then saw a meghan magnusson version there, and saw a photo of her sitting and leaning forward amidst her students, a teacher perhaps of a junior high class. It was time to give teammate presentations. My teammate had a black t-shirt on w a white artsy text in a circle on its back, that person’s back to me, both of us seated. I raised both my hands, saying i would speak first, fine w that. We all walked through a hall to a bigger classroom w a stage and projector screen already rolled down. There were guys n there, i think other teachers or tech supt faculty. I got ready to present, feeling alive/excited.
Sat13apr: A girl like lynsey robichaud but way more nina cute and n a tight soft dress was standing facing me. Then I was kneeling as I set my class stuff/bag dn, and the man asked why, so I said it was to show respect to the master/sensei bc he looked my way.
Sun14apr: One young man and I went into an asian city at night to get something,
I had taken a small white item from a shop, perhaps shoplifting. I then saw a skinny blackhaired kid/guy go into the same shop, and i got the vibe he was about to steal the same type of object. He walked out with one his hand, and put his black hoody hood up to help conceal him and it, walking away down a lit hallways of pastel blue concrete.
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he got separated from me, I sort of got caught, then I told a few others he was out there and needed help, we tried using a wide big ipad to text him, then i went w an asian woman on a partially snowed ski resort path or road to where he was, and I think I had to drive it twice for some reason.
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I walked into the kitchen of a place that was like a mini mansion. I saw thr double sink full of dishes in water. I started taking them out of the water to finish rinsing them and then loading them into the dishwasher. There were 2 women nearby, 1 seated at a breakfast table of brown wood. She seemed to have a voice and vibe like the fake maternal grandmother, and a face and hair color similar to the ambi-like mahafsoun pic i look at b4 bed. She remarked she had never seen anyone help w the dishes before. She was impressed and glad and relieved i was helpful/helping like that.
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Then was at a desert base of barracks, numerous platoons/units stationed there, an accident/mistake deployed nearly everyone before comms went down, a few of us still there noticed, we started walking to each bldg to check, found them and the long large tents empty and some smelly, i said it was bc thry had all been sent out on missions yesterday, no one left to keep them clean, blonde skinny guy w camelbak orange asked if we were going to get chow, i said yeah after we finish warning everyone, he walked down the sandy gravely road slope curve btwn the 2 blds we were checking, toward the chainlink fence gate open.
mon15apr2024 before 6AM: Another nice first: asked to write test essay question answers, I was seated outside with others, serene ‘atmosphere’, shorty white brunette shoulder-length hair teacher w cute-ish face, had a projector on wheels like those at my junior high, I wrote my given first and last name small in the middle of the top of my piece of blue lines normal lined paper, then the date under it, hesitating before writing the 4 of 2024, thinking to myself ‘…IS it 2024?’.
The first question was about my first stage performance. I wrote a short paragraph of several lines.
The 2nd question was about what several other youthful performers looked like in a clip played. I had abbreviated one word as two letters out of habit, and crossed it out, writing the full word above it.
The 3rd question was about the Charlie Brown theme music. I had to start this on the back of my sheet of lined paper, and was upset when I turned it over and realized I had used a piece already filled on that one side with other notes I remembered the look of. I knew I could not get away with crossing a full side of notes out, so I quickly got a 2nd piece of lined paper and began rewriting my first two question answers on that 2nd piece of paper.
I did not hear the 4th question before waking.
Fri19apr2024 before 8am: was meeting the perfected elven versions of some porn stars, incl of mia malkova (better ass, face, tits, etc.). They were each n their own gray office room at a desk. There were a few other elven ppl walking or standing within view. Mia and I hit it off great, ending up n a swimming pool, joking about a porno she had made, and then we fucked in a car or something, then started meeting each other regularly for more casual sex.
(There was much more to this dream, but I don’t rmbr it clearly now that I am fully awake.)
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I think there was another dream at this point, perhaps going to a special or ancient site/structure.
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Then i was n a classroom, sitting at the front left long table for 3 students, facing a caucasian stocky fit auburn-brunette male officer about as tall as me, maybe taller. He was in tri-colors or tan and brown similar to Desert Storm field uniform.
(There was more to this dream, but I don’t rmbr it clearly now that I am fully awake.) His nametapes had thicker bold lettering than what i saw irl/waking. I asked, “How do you pronounce your name, sir?” respectfully. He said it. It sounded new to me. It was 6 letters, I believe “LETREH”.
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Then i was seated on a rollercoaster car bench facing to the left, a couple other ppl seated on it to my left, thus i nearest the front. There was no attached car/bench; ours was solo. It started moving along the track, and i felt its motion speed up and drop down a curving track. The second time it did this, we were exiting an inside area, i held the yellow grip joystick-like handle that was diagonal from my right side (the front of the bench) up over my right thigh. Once outside n daylight down, i was somehow n my jeep and driving on a wide superhighway-like themepark entrance. There were rectangle street signs and welcome messages in many places, each in a dif language, incl some i did not know. One had 2letter words on it, such as “RH”. I did not recognize the nation flags on those signs, either.
There was a lot of traffic, but moving well, not congested. I heard voices saying the dif welcome messages, as if the signs had their own speakers. I approached the tickets/checkin bldg. It had light brown and tan wood walls, and a window-wall plastic or glass panel with 2 somewhat chubby workers seated behind it at the desk attached there. They both looked like islanders or Natives; medium brown skin, black hair, his in buzzcut ish style, hers shoulderlength. I think she had glasses on, too, black like her hair. I asked if there was a military rate. They said tickets had to be preordered online and mailed. I said I have no address. They asked why. I said I was camping and about to move, so I was in my vehicle. Somehow South Dakota came up; the woman said I should go there. I said I heard the Badlands were beautiful and wanted to see them. She did not seem to know what to say next. Then the face of the male was facing up as if his head was in the desk on their side of the window, or as if he was lying on his back there. I asked if there was anyone else I could talk to about getting a ticket just for the day. They said no, but there was another ticket booth/office I could try. I went that way, then in through some double doors a person exiting opened on their own. Inside was a carpeted dim-ish big cabin-like hall or suite of rooms, like an entry nexus for a big hotel. I noticed ppl had lanyards on, like neck fabric of thin blue holding an ID card or their tickets. There seemed to be a worker ahead down the hall straight from the doors I had entered, and a security team of 3 light brown skin skinny-ish males, with shaved black hair, heading my way. They seemed tense or too serious, and were walking quickly from the right side. I got the feeling they had heard I entered without a ticket. I walked forward and to the right, into a small gap between wall-attached trophy-case-like shelves with glass fronts/doors, then willed myself to turn invisible and be able to move like a ghost into those cases, hiding from them.
I woke.
Sat20Apr2024: I told someone I used to he Thrilled to read and learn. (actually MANY ‘dreams’ this past night, but they are only vaguely recalled now, hours later)
Dreamed my shoulder freckles were much darker, and ofc I didn’t like that.
sun21apr: Before 2:59am: (much more before the following typed remembered parts) I was picking up pieces of black debris fist sized on the ground or floor around a babbitt-looking guy who was standing working on something between rolling bakery racks stacks in a big wide tan tent sort of covered area like a food vendor shade setup.
I had been explained something, such as what to do / look for, and then I was casually chatting with someone as we began, I telling them a story from my past or something. It was a pleasant daylight right outside out linked tents/awnings as we made our way around tables and rolling racks and other things here and there.
Then walked back to another covered area like a bigger tent, also tan color, and sat down beside his rolling chair, me on the floor, trying to be quiet about getting something like rice cakes pieces from a plastic bag, and the top one’s crumbs spilled out on the floor in front of where i was sitting indian style, so i quietly picked them up, while he and others in the tent classroom sat at their collapsible tables watching a projector screen presentation, lime footage of an airbase crew from unusual angles. The pilots and others were learning to fly new or recovered aircraft. They were n good spirits. An alarm sounded, but they did not seem concerned. In a chow line, one who looked like Wesley in The Princess Bride… chuckled lightly as he began hurrying to scoop chow line food into his jacket so he could eat it while flying in a moment, and other nearby chuckled when they saw him doing that, but an explosion hit him from behind, sending that food flying out of his jacket toward the chow line, our view of it from below at an angle. The footage slowed to a stop. It seemed implied his guts were also about to fly out that way. I heard someone say one man “had been nailed into a living dragon coffin”, the vibe being he would die there after being able to talk a while, but they did not show it. The view was now at human height, looking at a different man, on a hospital bed table, from near his feet, to where his face was, and he looked like the toothy actor in Armageddon. He was confessing in a worried, almost quiet voice, “I’ve done some bad things.” It vibed as him talking about his past, not the explosion. He was worried he might die, too. There seemed to be a priest in black nearby, in the shadows, or I just not looking that way. The priest’s voice said, “What would you do for je_?” That bothered me, ofc, given the merciless scam of that whole thing.
I woke up.
Was it ssp stuff, or losers w dream beaming tech trying to bother me, or just my body/gut communicating to me it did not like what I ate for dinner? –gas-causing chili.
signed up for classes and felt bad bc didnt want to; wanted to be w ambi.
Watched or listened to a laptop porn w big headphones, volume low, took em off to hear if audible to 2 ppl sleeping n room at 90deg angle from the one i was n, noticed it was like the 2 midlevel bedrooms of marblewood bad house.
Then was jogging outside at night n another dream, big group pf young males, following a pt leader over grass and btwn trees, and i started jogging up into the air a story or two above the rest, and someone said that is how angels jog. I ended up passing where they stopped n a parking lot, and one called to me and a few others so we didnt keep going away from them, so we turned their way and saw them. I pickup truck w colorful horizontal grill light bar was heading my way, parking spaces to my right, and the pt group standing there.
Also dreamed some male baby fell asleep on a folded blanket with other clothes around it, and i noticed it had spoken to me, maybe telepathically, asking for another covering, so i gave it my scott-e jacket, and it seemed pleased, completely covered. I had noticed its face was not like a human baby, but of a natural tan, almost orange complexion, and mature, somewhat similar to Incan or other facemasks.
mon22apr: Was looking at a big topographical model, looking for any signs of roads marked on it, saw only forest and creeks market on the steep part, seemed to be a big island or mini continent like Indonesia or Malaysia, realized I was in some remote nice big house out in a jungle, had 2 floors, upstairs had my things such as notes and bags, it had natural yellowish lighting bulbs in the ceiling of the middle/nexus room up there, a tsb-like guy was leaning over the flat part of that big terrain map as I pointed out what I said had to be a runway but a small orange cargo truck the size of a Micro Machine was on it and he thought it was just a concrete road beside/outside an airport/airbase, a fit skinny Nina-like young woman was there with me, I saw she shapeshifted into something with a silvery snake-like neck coiled a bit and triangular head, she stood in the shadow between overhead lights and was close to me, I confronted her about it, had an assault rifle or carbine like an M4 in my hands, might have shot her once or at her (*which didn’t make sense bc I Like shapeshifters), she went downstairs, I gripped the carbine and called out for her, “Shifterrr!” not yelling but a bit angry and nervous, I could see maybe a reflection of myself in a mirror at the top of the stairs and my right hand looked pinker than normal or reddened as it held the heat shield of the M4 so I paused and relaxed to let it go back to normal, I went down looking for her and we eventually met and talked it through, though I imagined shooting her leg twice more, we made up, I went back upstairs to pack my things before leaving with her, then other males showed up at the house and I felt hurried and like I had to hide some of my things plus the discovery she was a shapeshifter, we returned to some other facility/building and I was outside, like at a big campsite with many surrounding camp spots, it was dark then and I was placing logs or pieces of uncut but splintered cylindrical wood of brown and tan colors in a formation on dark dirt, and maybe a dozen other people were walking by, said something to me, I said something back, then a donald-like one passed.
There was more.
I woke.
tue23apr: Was in a military unit, perhaps outside on dirt in an enclosure such as a training fort wall, and some were standing around, others walking by, a couple military vehicles here and there. There were whites and blacks, etc.. Mention of the virus bs came up. I got annoyed by some masktards walking by. My team/platoon formed up and a guy barely shorter than me and w shaved dark brown hair was walking the front row of us, offering an injection to the forearm near the elbow pit. I was in the front row. He gave the injection to the guy to my right, then stepped in front of me and held the injector ready near that spot on my own arm. I told him I could not accept it. Emotionlessly, he asked that, repeating it to confirm. I confirmed, and he did not inject me, moving on.
wed24apr: Many dreams again, incl. someone being sacrificed in a dim gray room, screaming for several seconds, a single long loud noise, and I did not look directly at them, but saw in passing that they seemed tied to a bulky structure which kept them sort of kneeling with arms out to their sides and up at slight angles. It was not something I felt like watching or hearing, but I had no reason to intervene, given how 100% of humans so far have had appallingly evil behavior.
thu25apr: Dreamed i was waiting on ambi, she finally saying she would show up again. It was a grassy berm area, and a nearby ‘shoebox’ apartment I was using. I did some work for someone while waiting, then checked mirror and fixed my hair, noticed a pimple between my cheek and chin, a wider spot than a normal one, and flat, slightly yellow, thought it would hurt but it didnt feel at all when touched and cleaned it up. A woman then arrived, but it didnt look like her; shorter, light brown India skin, face not right, hair dark but tied back tightly, not flowing like Ambi usu. is written. We hugged, though, and I said I was glad to see her, and how relieved I felt to feel her.
Then an odd monk showed up –odd bc of his head shape; an extended top and back part, as if he was a gorilla hybrid. He talked and had a decent vibe. Apparently he would lead us somewhere. His robe was a dark orange, almost red orange and drab. He kneeled on the dark dirt and was knighted for the quest in a weird way; another man let drop the curved tip of a knife big like a mini machete onto the front top of his head at an angle, cutting into his flesh but not piercing his skull or brain, and i recognized this from having witnessed it once earlier, perhaps in another dream not remembered when awake. No blood came out. The monk did not flinch, said he had needed a roll he cpuld lead in (and now had one, this mission), then stood, saying something more, his robe now a drab red, not red-orange anymore. An actual gorilla was there, as if to join our quest group.
I woke b/c my left hand was having a bloodlfow issue bc i had slept on it.
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I was near flowing dark water, daytime, lpw wet grass bunched along that shore, and my foot got in the water for some reason, I immediately concerned there might be big fish near and heading to bite it, so I backed away and stood, and talk of alligators came up, a few men in my group. Then a little (not a baby, but not a big adult either) alligator, or a mental projection of one, occurred, and I did not want to be near it. Someone said something about it being neutral or friendly. It did not vibe as aggressive.
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I was in a house somewhat dim/dark, downstairs, and half a dozen other young men were there, all friends or relatives perhaps of eli. I sat near the bottom of the stairs. It was not the layout of his irl house. There was a rolling metal rack for a boxy tv and gaming system with controller cords. Someone mentioned playing it, and there had been an issue or something. Then there was talk of nicknaming me and maybe others. I didn’t like the sound of the names.
We ended up heading out, and had to cross shallow murky water with sand coloring it. I made my way across. I asked if I had been calling something a fleshlight instead, when i had called out in ask of it, if he still had the thing in what we had brought or something. He said I had, but we did not chuckle about the mistake. It was not the actual term for whatever I had meant to ask about. He tried on two triangular foot-boats; floating surfaces to step on while crossing the shallow waterways that were like creeks or tributaries down amidst sandbars on a bright day. They worked even though IRL physics and experience would suggest otherwise. I got ready to try using them.
before 5am:
(Moon is 93% full, decreasing)
Nightmare/processing about having to deal with an unruly white lapdog or the always-rude fake sis. (Were these two fused in this dream?) Daylight from outside windows. Big downstairs room, uncluttered, some furniture against the walls. I had just finished professionally/sternly advising/correcting it by that ugly shiny sand-colored smooth-edges square coffee-table. I went to the central bathroom for some space, heard a female or two ppl at the front door, so I closed the bathroom door almost all the way, not done using the restroom. Why had they shown up so quickly, and to side with that evil creature, their auras/vibes unsettling/telltale-fake?
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Was this before or after that bathroom dream?:
It was dark. I was out on a field, no wind, not cold. I had crumpled and bent a piece of paper into a C shape/form, setting it down on a flat piece of paper on the ground. There was a dim red light on part of it, I think. There was one male sitting in front of me, not directly ahead, off to my right a bit, indian style, facing me, smirking about something, maybe me smirking back, as if we were doing something funny or enjoying an outdoor song practice or something.
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Still dark/night. Huge glutton cop demanded i show/empty my footlocker contents. I ofc refused. He went past me and started looking through it anyway. I was ofc pissed. He assumed my school hw papers were evidence of some evil. I pointed out which was for which class, such as obvious latin hw. He ignored my correct input and kept going through them for a moment, then sat with his fat back to me. Others were standing around, talking w him i think. What a weird dream.
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Fri26apr2024 5am conoco
1871 Baxter Ln, Bozeman, MT 59715.
(I don’t rmbr if this happened in 2018 first/too.)
Disgusting glutton blob bitch with nasal voice parked diagonallly in the street, beat on my window, waking me, yelled through my door, “you can’t park here!”… It is a parking space; yes, I can. “You gotta go!” Why? There is no one else in the entire parking lot, and this is what gas stations are for, and the rest stop is closed.
It actually angered “her” (it) that I was parked in a parking space.
She is criminally out of shape.
Her evil store sells obsolete gasoline.
Her evil store sells tons of actual poison.
It caters to evil degenerates.
Yet somehow a healthy innocent quiet veteran offended her.
That is how far gone humans have fallen from grace.
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Why are ugly ppl so rude and fucked up? I guess they are stupid to themselves and others; they only cause harm to their bodies and to the lives of anyone around them. They must be the real demons.
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Evil heartless retardation like this is why i know all humans must be removed once and for all. Even innocent sleep triggers them. Minding my own business triggers them. They have no intelligence or compassion or anything good.
They really have to be terrorized into submission.
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And all of this is the fault of that bitch pretending to be ambi, and the fault of the others who spied and showed up just to play some evil game.
I can never love such useless assholes who fucked w me like that, leaving me to this.
I hope they all get tortured for leaving me to deal with these losers.
I hope i get more powers so i can cataclysm them all.
This evil bullshit has gone on far too long. They havent gotten better at all.
No one answered/helped. No matter how many i helped AROUND THE WORLD, NO ONE helped Me. I went faithfully every time, yet was responded to only w scam after scam.
I looked for the good bc i Am good; that’s how my mind thinks. But they looked only for bad, assumed bad, and tried to trick me into saying things they were eager to kepe interpretting as more made-up bad, bc their minds are evil. Why is it Like that???
That isnt balance. That’s just them being annoying idiots.
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I suppose at least its extreme rudeness and no emotional selfcontrol… ended those inappropriate dreams.
Also seems like some sort of evil alignment/coordinated abuse.
It happened hours after, at bedtime, i said something for the first time about reuniting the dream and waking sides.
I ofc didnt mean like that; i didnt want out-of-line degenerate idiots in Both.
Obv i just wanted both to be btr, such as to be able to manifest more easily in both.
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At least that rude thing has to work a loser job, and i am free from such things. Have been for years. At least there is That minor/partial justice.
And at least i can boycott that business.
Hopefully i can send them to hell later.
The tables always eventually turn in my favor.
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That cunt glutton has to stand in that poison shack/~jail all day.
I get to roam the wilderness in perfect air, water, sunlight, etc..
Fine enough for now.
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It probably had an unhealthy breakfast, if any at all.
Mine is almost as healthy as it gets (minus chemtrails, etc.).
It has to deal with other blobs all day. I almost never have to.
It has to deal with bosses. I don’t.
It has to do its business in a public restroom. I have total privacy and nature.
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I think it really may be my peaceful aura/presence that offends/excites them.
Why else would they keep rushing at me like moths to a flame?
Why would they instigate, when I am not hurting anyone?
They are just deTermined to shoo away anything peaceful/good.
Whenever I have done any good, they zero in.
Whenever I offer to help Others with good, they go CRAZY, wave-ing me with threats.
They really are triggered by anything honest/good/helpful.
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Complaint:
I stopped at this station in the middle of the night because the highway rest stop was closed. I looked for any signs saying I could not stop here, and I saw none. I parked as far away from the building as possible. Before 5a.m., I was woken up by the employee beating on my window and yelling through my door. She was angry, demanding I leave. She had also parked diagonally behind me, blocking the flow of traffic. By the time I fully came to and figured out what was going on, she had sped over to the building. I can’t believe how creepy, rude, hostile, and dangerous she chose to be. I will not be giving this station my business anymore. If you don’t want people stopping at night to avoid drowsy driving, you need to put a sign up saying that. I hope someone will speak with that employee about social skills and manners.
sat27apr2024: more deja vu even in dream-side: Was at a resort check-in, walked up to the desk, a fat old redhead was sitting at it, handed my card and 3 other cards at same time to show ID etc., then heard her say the price, it was nearly 2k/night, I hadnt realized it was that much, and i worried bc that would wipe my budget out on day1, so we talked more and i then asked if i could be shown the other types of rooms if any were open or showrooms.
There was a pause in our meeting; she went somewhere, and i went to a nearby spacious public room with low benches and had some of my clothes laid on one. I changed my shirt or something. A young woman was nearby, unconcerned, perhaps a busy staff mbr.
I recognized the landscape and patio. It was a mountain resort, but the mountains were like sandy crags, like in Moab. The patio was smooth brown-pink-ish polished stone, wide and overall a curve connecting rooms around a swimming pool, the whole resort a terrace or two of buildings. I had been there once before.
I returned to the desk to speak w the fat woman again. I was already thinking how the ppl and prices were not right; not fit/healthy, and asking/charging instd of giving/paying. She was nice, though, and walked w me out of the checkin bldg and along that curved patio terrace to show me other room types. There was a family suite/cabin type they were charging ~4.5k/n for.
I saw in a few of the other rooms/cabins. They were all well built and furnished, but the prices were still far higher than I was used to.
I talked with her about squirrels as we approached an awning over shaded restaurant kitchen-style metal long prep’ tables. Some stuff was stacked on the end of one.
I said how impressive squirrels were that they could turn multiple times midair and pick where and how they would land.
I decided I would ask her for time to speak with my family, then call back and tell her my father didnt want me paying so much or something, or that i wouldnt be able to stay the night after all.
I think i still had my jeep.
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Was on a snowy mid-mountain (not at top, but at a basecamp maybe halfway to summit) area where ski-lifts and snowmobiles were. I noticed or had heard the ski-lifts were shut down even for staff for the time being.
A few guys were working there, one ready for me to ride a ski-lift or group vehicle with them somewhere. i said the lifts were not in use, not even for staff, prob powered down. He checked. The lifts were powered down, and he couldnt get them on, but the vehicles worked. The group one was like a zamboni sort of, but with golf cart style seating, colored blue for the front two, and the sideways seats behind those 2 were yellow. I climbed up to drive it, following the guys on the two white and blue tracked ATVs.
Went inside a mansion with tall floors. Saw a thermos on a short set of stairs or stack of padded insulated lunchbags there. Adjusted it. It leaned to one side, so i turned it such that it would not spill. Some had spilled anyway, so i went to find paper towels.
I passed a room with lights off, only natural light coming in from a window at one corner, so it was dim and bluish in there. I found tp and ppr towels in a storage rm or toiletrm (no bathtub). I unrolled several ply, then went back out to the short staircase and cleaned up the spilled drink spot.
I bald older tan-ish man was in the home, vibing chill, apparently the owner. He greeted me.
Felt stressed and how wrong/backward it was that i was helping rich fams instead of being one.
Felt alone and sad as i walked around some tourist packed beach boardwalk/pier place, saw one leggy model tan hottie in white spandex sports bra and matching cheekies, she walking by on the wooden walkway below the window i saw her from, thought my usu. thought of how disappointing it is i cannot engage due to the evil system. Went down there and walked amidst the crowd, wishing ambi was there.
sun28apr: Was n a classroom with a male teacher and other students, something on the projector screen, class ended and students left, i remained and approached teacher desk, asked him about the assignment or notes, bent over to write down notes of my own on the desk, next class entered, students sitting around me.
Then i was in a lower ceiling room like a modern clean barn enclosure but more of a proper building, different animals in it, mostly along the wall, one was like a boar and approached me at a walking pace, vibed peaceful, raised its snout and made its normal sound, i copied that sound, it seemed to like we were communicating, a skinny white brunette woman w an eastern european facial structure and expression of resting bitch face didnt like me doing that, and trued telling me not to, i didnt like her attempting such, so i willed my fingers to be claws and casually dragged them horizontally along the walls, slashing up a calendar and another board or paper with notes, then looked at her and considered slashing her next.
Then was sorting game and porn icons on my phone screen, into folders, seeing them shifting over as i made room, glad that the 2nd slide over part of the homescreen would soon be empty.
Then was playing a video game on a tv and exited the game, saw a dark blue screen with circle icons for other shows, tried to log back in, a kid seated nearby noticed i had mistakenly logged into someone 3lse’s tv account, and told me how to log out and then get back inti mine. I imagined making a minecraft goo blocks bounce bottom to a square pit i had made previously.
I had been on a computer screen widescreen at some point during that, and had clicked ctrl++ (the Ctrl key, with the + key), but the keyboard key labels looked different, and that combo for some reason set a porn movie on play as my desktop wallpaper. It was of a light brown skinned attractive couple, but i wanted to figure out how to undo the change, so i tried ctrl+- but it did not remove the still playing video. At least i could still see and organize all icons, and no one n the room cared there was porn on, all of them intelligent thus vibing chill.
Then i was n my suv and got out to piss, but little came out, and i heard it fizzing on the ground, noticed my back left tire was down in red brown dirt loose like sand, to the btm of its hubcap, and my eyes wouldnt open easily. I sat bk dn inside on driver seat, and noticed four or so India women approaching from front just left of suv, but they walked past, n front of it. I kept a light gray towel over my lap.
Then somehow saw my lower inner gum-line, and that one or two front corner teeth roots were becoming visible, that gum-line lower, and i wondered if the dentist cleanup work had caused that.
mon29apr before 6am: First time seeing lightning used as a wpn frm a superhuman, it destroying a few ppl, one by one
Snowy parking lot area, well lit by parking lot lightposts
First time telling 3 ppl to team up w me as i lead the charge to snipe that woman from my above position when she returned
She had an orange complexion, oval face, slit eyes, dark hair
First time seeing a face sniped over and over but it did little
First time pissing on a person –while shooting her
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First time called the strong man
First time picking up 2 guys, 1 by each of my fists, almost effortless
I walked while carrying them held up off their toes n front of me
One was taller than me.
I set them down in a principal office
Then i jumped around like xmen Beast.
We did light martial arts against each other
Plonka or selena gomez was my gf anf a superheroine w a green costume/crown like scarlet witch in comics
We had been fucking
Then we all were packing to fly to some city on the east coast
I realized we were n the marblewood house
I didnt mind splitting up w her
Opened the draperies on the 2 loft bedrm windows
Hoped I would see Ambi again soon
Did not want to jog without her
Heard a song playing
tue30apr: several/dozen, but unsure once awoken
There was a pale/white hand with long fingers, reddish spots/splotches all over (the whole hand, fingers and all), and one finger not fully straight, which I looked back at a moment later to see just how not straight it was.

MAY:

wed1may before 4am: more firsts: ambi-vibing but jolie-like face…made contact again, met me, talked, walked w me, invited me into her home, let me meet her friends/fam there, all looking teenaged/primes, maybe a dozen there, all chill good vibes, her height and body were perfect, tight blue jeans, dark hair tied back, it seemed like an aptmt at first, but then i went to the main door to leave at the end of the introductions and saw it was a house front with a neighborhood street outside, i opened my phone to save the address but the map did not open or show it, i went back to the dining table and held a basketball sized hemisphere shaped device to see how it worked, set it down on a black dome on that table to steady it so I could take a few pics moving closer to the side hole of the one I had held, seeing the bevel level cylinder or compass inside, asked how it worked, the others came in to join me and say goodbye, she stopped me at the front door before it opened, standing in front of me and smiling as she kissed me, telling me she worked at nights and I could see her again, wanting me to feel her want of seeing me here at her home again. There had also been 4 little animals earlier (walking slowly around the floor of the middle room, surrounded by standing friends/guests/fam of the ambi-like shorty) when I had sat down, 2 salamanders and 2 colorful frogs who came close and 1 hopped up past my right ear, then i felt one’s little feet on my knee. Then a couple small catlike ones inside, one was muppet-blue and she had asked me to hug it, so i reached and it walked to me, letting me. She had sat on a coffee table like the square tan cream one of marblewood. Had she used that familiar childhood house to soften my memory of it? Either way, still just a dream, and i am still mad she and the others tested me and left me alone. I never asked for bs tests. I never asked for dreams. I asked for irl good manners.
thu2may: Was telekinetically hovering over the sloped roof of a restaurant with rooftop seating, dark gray roof, dark brown seat and table, dim romantic lighting indirect, dark brown folding thick soft cover menu fancy, new feature menu had LCD in it that went to silent tv static when i opened it, indicating they had closed or the item i turned to in the menu was now out of stock.
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Was in a tall well lit gymnasium with colorful multi-foot-thick (few-feet thick) crash pad squares and other colorful shapes/forms of that material, changed my clothes behind one, left some clothes lying out there, walked around the pads and considered climbing some, saw climbing ropes also, one wall was an internal window wall two stories tall, saw white brunette teen toned gymnast walking on other side from my right to left, telepathically heard her thoughts of not liking that i was sort of living in the gym that day, i walked around all the pads to the window wall opening and saw her closer there, then i went back to where i had laid out the clothes
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Was n a classroom, a quiz was passed over my way, i was too sleepy to take it, tall guy who worked at bs gym was seated w other students to my right and back n my peripheral, he leaned over and said a joke or something, then said i didnt have to do it, or that he was just joking, being friendly, not a pest
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Was traveling, driving around, maybe in old/first jeep, daytime
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Was about to clean up a mess on the carpeted floor, had the backpack i IRL tossed/trashed, opened it to take out its contents to make room for filling it w the mess from the floor, set the bear spray out from it and onto the carpet in the marblewood loft bedroom suite closet beside a tote against the wall
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Several more dreams but vague now
fri3may: Playing a video game and concerned i would have to sling my assault rifle over my back to climb a ladder up to a 2nd outdoor level
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The brown/dark-red hollow cubes ~1’^3 on their sides and corners in a pile 1 or 2 cubes tall, like the red ones from the prev night’s dream, just darker
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I was looking dn at my green ballcap and decided instd to wear my brn beanie. I had looked back and forth between the two at least once.
sat4may: Before 1:45am. Was n a desert walled area like the Outback, walking to a 2story treehouse style building, my stacks of papers and 3ring bonders nside, then walked bk dn and across sandy area to my vehicle, 2 others were in the area, i heard paintballers were coming, i said they were peckerwoods interested in coming to shoot at my peckerwood. I went back to get my black motorcycle helmet, and wanted to pick which stacks of my work to carry to my vehicle b4 the shooting started. I saw someone left a wheelbarrow up on the 2nd floor for me, gray and resting back on a loft edge step, handles dn on the loft. I pulled it, then rolled it on the loft and dn the other side of the pale gray carpeted loft. I pulled off its shrink-wrap, and a big wide tire came loose and hit the wall below a window.
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I was then in mex, i think, and about to go somewhere, bit an evil vibe short brown black-haired guy walked up and someone said i had to stay bc he wanted to kill us or something. I tried talking to him but he was edgy and bossy. I followed him to a dry erase board very long on a classrm wall.
As i followed him to the dry erase board, he said he was gonna teach us what something meant, saying one word, muffled, but i thought i heard it well enough.
He had an A-K and it looked like he dropped the magazine or whole wpn. I got close to try and reach for it but he turned around or would have noticed. Someone then told him a female n his life was hurt or sick, and that changed his mood, he shifting focus instantly from trying to intimidate/scare me… to just sitting on a chair/table as if waiting for bad news. He told me to leave. I said bless him (a couple times; wishing him and his loved one well), got my stuff, and left the classrm. Nikhil and 2 other male frnds were out n the white-walls/panels/pillars (part of the walls) and brown-brick airport crowded main area, i headed 1 way, they said we had to go out the other way bc that was their story they had given someone, so i turned around and went w them.
First time with a squad or platoon worth of male and female on my team, rdy to do blackops, all females n blk sports bras, white skin, many had shoulder-length orange hair
There was much more, but i only remembered it btwn dreaming and waking.
Before 9am: Old man on wheelchair, looked like that shit-talking midget at Focus w the 70s porn mustache, told me “show me your game”, and i moved n close at hos side, after telling him they r not rdy, i am working on like 100 games, none in alpha or beta yet, plus books and more. After telling him off beside him, hos assistant came n and stood facing us. He said lets get u on the front lines (and at first, my mind being goodnatured, I thought it was a complement after I had surprised him with how I didn’t put up with any flak/shit, even from old-looking ppl). I ended up working security in a crawlspace-like pet-enclosure of white-mesh and a opaque plastic bottom, the whole thing hanging over a black-tiles floor lobby like a walled/windowed porte-cochere, complaining to someone on the radio or phone that the guy had punished me by giving me that bad job n the company.
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Then was playing a game w little dropships and colony-pods, asking if i can deploy them, boardgame, was allowed to stack them on a nosecone to use multiple shops at once. It looked like inch-diameter Micromachines-scale models of my own ship/fleet ideas, as if made for a Chessboard or similar game.
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Then was cleaning out jeep, tsb showed up and sat n jeep, i was mad bc of him saying the usu evil dumb negative bs, so i went through letters on floor, finding first one had cursive writing of words in sequence that were gibberish, nice shiny white envelopes, then taking bags plastic of things out of jeep, and taking out several long wide oldlooking servers from it, one on maternal gpa wide garage countertop asking for a code from me, oldfashioned small black readout screen w oldfashioned clock green digital numbers shown, then took 2 full piss bottles out of white mesh laundrybag full of other stuff frm jeep, on marblewood front room floor, took them barefoot to dnstairs powder-room, saw my reflection n mirror was scrawny, eyes wider, hair smashed up on side, red or dirt mark line on side of nose, i fixed hair, wiped nose clean, tried to puff chest, then turned around and saw back wall had indention bc now a big painting door was cracked open over toilet, thought to tell tsb i would be looking for ambi.
Just reminds me how meddlesome and intrusive and useless he was
Ambi was in a dream today or the day before, sitting behind a school table, 1 person at both of her sides, they also sitting on school chairs, all 3 facing me while i was standing amidst a group.
wed8may before 8am: Many sexy firsts
Tons of females, all sexy tonight. (and all good/sexy/ideal dreams, even after eating a pint of ice cream; sugar did Not cause nightmares at all, like had been suggested/brainwashed to me years/decades before)
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I was in a gym with a prime female, using a machine, and it slid on its 4 rectangle ‘feet’ back along a black rectangle surface many feet, i still on it, as if it was a stationary bicycle that had come loose, the sexy female gym employee noticed and told me that was not how to use it, moved it back, showed me how, so i resumed my workout, many other sexy ppl working out on the other machines all around us.
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Was in a dim room with lights off, big inside windows to dim wide hallway, males and females near, as if we were being inspected or going to a pep rally, but were like bred/engineered ppl, like the peaceful version of Halo Spartans.
Walked through that hall into a multistory gymnasium, better lit, I naked in a line of other fit males, I not the shortest or tallest, and 4 white blondes walked in between my front and the back of the slightly taller male n front of me, the 4 girls standing close, the 2 nearest my sides rubbing their sides on mine while speaking in sexy voices about me, almost giggling, loving being against/touching me, and i smiled, saying “where is my bearing?” or some joke like that.
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Was n a classroom, told to turn an assignment in by the end of the schoolday, i packed to go to my car to complete it, and Cynthia the short cute pwshs asian told me she would, as we were project partners, i asked if she wanted me to do anything other than my notes/speech, and she said no b/c her job irl is to make bridges after all, thus she was the right one to make the little sculpture for this project, and she did so in the marblewood upstairs bathroom while i went dn to the open garage and moved stuff off the top of my car.
My fleshlight was w/ me. I knew i would get to thank-fuck asian Cynthia after we presented the project back in class later that day.
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Half-awake, a car pulled up past my left, and its right side door opened, a White blonde, not tan or pale, her hair pale-wheat color, n black sports bra and pink/peach/salmon-colored biker spandex shorts, stepped out.
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Like in a prev dream, i had written much on a sheet of lined paper, and heard and remembered one word in particular.
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Every single female in these dreams was ready to fuck me; initiating correctly, ideal voices, ideal faces, ideal skin, ideal hair colors and styles, ideal groups, ideal heights, ideal clothing, ideal expressions, ideal support, ideal manners, ideal fitness, and on and on.
–ideal vibes, and I was in the mood to lovingly fuck them all, what a perfect (phase3) feeling/occurrence.
Zero deja vu.
Another gigantic step/progress/alignment to me.
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Even though I’ve seen and fucked perfect sexy females in dreams before, after the dozens of perfect sexy females in last night’s dreams… I am for the first time excited to sleep again, hoping to fuck them all and meet even more.
I also now wonder if I am at another threshold; when enough builds up that it “spills over” into Waking/phase3.
thu9may: Went into a mall and talked w a young woman in a downstairs shop, on the other side of a booth window fusion, asking her if i had applied, like the Waking compensation claim, her hair like rjh’s, her complexion natural tan, she said yes, but it didnt vibe right, so i returned and talkd to a young man w light brown skin and shortcut curly darkbrn hair who said the same, we ended up out in the wide walkway btwn the dnstairs shops, sitting on a boothlike bench, perhaps circular like a big ottoman, and i saw his laptop screen, my application filled out on a tan-sand webpg bg w rectangular tabs of mostly primary colors (red, green, blue) and white labels/letters on them (though a couple tabs/buttons/rectangles/selections I think I remember being medium/dark orange).
Skylights and 2ndfloor walkways above at both sides.
Then walked out to the covered dropoff/pickup curb steps concentric, walked dn them and toward the shadowy parking garage opening, didnt want to walk to my vehicle.
Then first time being a checkpoint guy n a suit, 2 others like that standing at a podium w me, 3 men shorter than us wanting to pass by, 2 behaved and the 3rd messed with us somehow, maybe by saying a rude word or touching something in passing, so my black-ipad went red-orange on screen, i casually tapped him with it after he passed, he had to stop, i asked him of he wanted to be arrested, i had my hands on his upper arms, i let go and was about to let him pass, then he did something wrong again, so i again put my hands around his upper arms, and said, “more feds will come”.
Double irl (Waking side) rain-tap sounded like knocking on my window. I woke and looked.
fri10may: Was in a farm store; a mini grocery store like shop with a wood frame and a checkout conveyor belt, many other ppl standing in there, and i went outside, got on a vehicle, drove it over to a 2story house under constructions, its wood frame still visible inside, and i got off the vehicle, and it was like a Transformers toy car, able to be turned on its side and slid around, its hood and chassis and trunk etc. adjustable by hand, making it look different, like a fusion of a Sherp ATV with a gray Viper, but more rugged and robot/tank-like due to its plating/ridges/details. A few other males arrived at that house while i was in its exposed wood-frame garage, parking that adjusted gray car n the middle space, the garage door rolled up already, open. They were talking.
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I then ended up in camo uniform, talking with other Marines, and I carried by one hand a cardboard box big enough to sit down in…over to where something had been dispensed from a wall on carpet by chairs, and i scooped it into the box.
The little pieces that fell, dispensed from the wall, were yellow styrofoam ‘peanuts’.
Sgt sather was there, showing a new piece of archaeology tech like a circuitboard with a row or black rectangular prisms wired over a plywood square past a black 3switch device to other components. I let him tell how it worked, and he showed that the central switch was locked. It was btwn 2 other black lightswitch buttons. He claimed it would learn how we wanted it to function. I thought it prob was not actual learning, just normal computing, but i didnt argue. He seemed foolish and arrogant like in the Waking yrs ago.
It (sather here) vibed as another typical verbal diarrhea / stupid leak / failed dominance attempt / test to see how I would deal with idiotic condescension.
1 of those 3 black lightswitch-like buttons/switches was labeled “OFF”, and another was “ON”, which seemed weird to me; did both directions of the “OFF” switch cause things to shut off? Etc. The Sather-faced guy demonstrated using his fingertip to try sliding the middle switch, which barely budged in either direction, and I wondered why it was looked like that, and why this Sather-like guy wanted me to focus on that.
Even though sather n that dream was being an insecure retard, at least he was vibing more chill, and isnt in person/Waking. Phase2.
sat11may2024 before 9am: Another gal gadot flirt/date/hookup. 2nd or 3rd in as many irl nights.
I wish it was w someone attractive; gadot is not.
But whatever. At least her body is elven and the vibe is good.
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Another modern short haircut white brunette guy who vibed as mil/ssp.
Much more here i did not rmbr once awake.
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First time playing rugby, good vibes at first, team of all friends, split into 2 sides for easy rugby practice.
Got invited by a white lad who i recognized as friend, then he or i said i sit/write too much, i said i know, and i was ready to join back in.
I had a paper in hand, perhaps w notes or a design on it, and i decided to lock it up before going out on the field, put it in a unique wall locker that was like a safety deposit box with a metal circle opening cap i had to dial like a combo lock to open, and i saw it had a key slot and a “or .25 cents”, which i thought was odd and made it very unsafe.
Played more than once, 2nd time w much taller bigger lads on the other team, concerning me.
A samm-like petite tan blonde shorty asked a white brunette woman back n the classroom for some candy or something she saw her having, then wanted to play, pleaded cutely w the coach but it was from my pov, i thought her eyes were at sorts dumpy angles, she got permission after the third pleading, and was happy, heading to the field as the only female player.
I kept foreseeing/envisioning myself, but as a shortish brown shaved-bald player hurrying and jumping skillfully past the big other team players,
then the samm-like girl played and eventually got hit / collapsed, was helped from the field, her locker back in the bldg we had come from…with soft-white color-scheme hall walls, was opened and a bag of 3 candies found inside, 1 candy being yellow rectangles like thinner version of poptarts, with hard sugar bits stuck on top of them, i or someone holding that bag said something to the effect of that must be why she was huffing and unable to run well; sugar addiction/crash.
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Black guy jogging, somehow took major damage to his left arm, screamed, saw it was mostly just the bloody bones left, said it felt cold, but he resumed jogging after a woman, kept screaming, i wondered if anyone would heal it for him, prob related to the new shitty Halo show; the character who escaped after his arm augmentation left it hideous.
sun12may: 1j and no sweets b4 bed. Result?
Dreams were not sexy, after wank and no sweets. But i did want to wank again, yet fell asleep anyway, so the energy was there…;
Dreamed i was opening my ruck, looking dn n it, and removing the top blanket
Before 5am. I was n an apartment w the decent v of that fatfuck pog from escondido; he didnt smoke, hadnt spawned deformed runts, and wasnt a pushy rude moron. I said i knew i would be okay, budgetwise, bc i was getting 3 pay increases, 1 for sch n general, 1 for specific classes i was taking, and 1 from that class action. He showed me a greeting card that was fancy paper w artwork pale like under the bitmap whitewash marker texture effect. I complimented it.
He asked what hardware i had learned. I told him the names of computer companies, such as the printer ones Hewlett Packard, Brother, and one other. He asked about one i hadnt heard/learned, and i said so.
The aprtmt was a studio layout w a kingsize bunkbed in the corner, and an open kitchen w an angled countertop to serve the brkfast rm. It was daylight, and an eggshell or offwhite maybe barely cream colored inside paintjob color scheme, w a cream/lighttan colored carpet. Ceiling seemed a bit low.
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ended up looking for nice clothes. walked through a crowd into a mall store, btwn the stands of clothes, dozens of other people walking in the aisles / main walkways of the department store.
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went 3x to an asian restaurant, the rich v of genghis grill, all asian men worked there, 3rd time i went i had a suit on, i waved and smiled to 2 workers i recognized, spoke w both as they made an order, let me be there n back by th wok.
I told the asian hosting and supervising the wok…that i wanted to get a midnight blue dress shirt to go w this dark gray suit. I held the jacket to me, like i do w my hands n my scottevest pockets. I worried i might not smell great. I also thought about how my white dress shirt might look, barely visible under the dark gray jacket. Then i moved to stand by the asian learning the wok… I thought about maybe getting matching midnight blue slacks, too.
i asked how many recipes they learned, 50? 60? I asked long to learn the recipes? They said some months. It was a lot. I sat down on the floor near the metal diagonal supports of their square wok platform/table/pedestal. Then stood and looked at the ingredients in the concrete like shelves. Much more this night but not remembering now
The ingredients were not bagged on the shelves, and some were like big mushrooms, their colors not like any i had seen n Waking, such as bright light pale green, and dim pink. They were huge, too, like a couple feet tall.
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I was in a well-lit windows-walls ground-floor big room with ceilings maybe 15′ up. 2 women, both shorter than me, and 1 man were there. They filmed a porno on the white leatherlike couches. I watched from the opening to another room, maybe the white kitchen. I then walked in to talk w them, the tan brunette speaking first. I thought her nose or face wasnt quite right, but her vibe was good, and then the white blonde woman had just as chill of a vibe. She talked w me next. Then the guy talked w us, all of them clearly ready for another round.
(While this dream sounds sexy / sex-based, I barely saw anything, and hadn’t joined in before I woke, plus the 2 women’s faces didn’t look right when I got close.)
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I woke, wanked, and went back to sleep, sleeping in for 3 more hrs. Great improvement compared to phase1 sundays when i was always forced by losers to waste these days of the week.
Watching ski-jump practice from side, saw guy n yellow ski pants and top try it, learning to forward flip for first time, and i think he landed on his back out of view, but was not hurt.
mon13may: Was leading a pony around, about to have it join a few others (ponies, also each lead by one man), and a guy on horseback noticed it had a slight limp (which I noticed, as well), asked me to walk it over to him, then he inspected it and diagnosed, saying how to fix its issue –and this is the first time I dreamed of ponies and using a lead to walk one around
tue14may: Before 7:30. Was n an apartment w a slick floor, 2 men playing video games, rich-looking tall white walls and furniture and decorations, big window-wall with balcony and city view. Daytime but no direct sunlight coming in. I slid on the slick floor a bit and joked about having to lie down to stop from going out to the balcony like that, but didn’t actually lie down.
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A stocky dirty-blonde young man was asking if i knew of some navy gear suit you step into, and he acted it out, making me think it was a dive suit.
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Was with a group of guys entering a gym, they were going to rob it, stocky guy at front desk cockily asked “do you know who i am?”, so i started punching his face as i took him to the floor. I then left the group of guys and walked around in the gym, passing a narrow corridor w many ppl and sea-green opaque glass wall/partitions,
I said to a woman in passing n that dark/black-floor hallway/nexus, “if already a gym member” or something (asking if it was okay that I kept exploring, looking for that ride), and was glad I had my original gym card, which i remembered was white and had pastel sea-green lines around/near its border, and a pic of my head/face, but i hoped i wouldn’t be asked for it, bc it might scan as expired.
ending up a couple floors up, packed on all floors, i was n hiking boots and maybe weight belts, and a tall lanky guy noticed me basically exercise-walking past, easily overcoming that weight, and maybe amused at how it looked. I think i had a white or pale gray sweat top on, and two pale sky blue weight bands around my chest, then baggy-ish pants tucked into ugg-like weight-boots. The floor and ceiling were black. I sat on a slight slope of dark red (with ridges like roof panel sections), amidst several others, and asked where the tallest/highest ride was, as if the gym doubled as a themepark. The bald guy sitting to my left said.
I got excited when they spoke of the ride as we sat on that dark red slope. I encouraged them to join me in trying it. They asked if i knew what it was. I said “no idea. Let’s try it anyway!” They enjoyed and were amused by that no-hesitation enthusiasm/bravery, but did not join/follow me.
I then went back in the 3rd floor to find the way up to it. I passed an elven black young woman w/ Maya (Wild Life game character; the African Barbie) hairstyle, standing outside a lit room full of other hotties. She smiled to me. I kept going. Found an open receptionist desk room, went in, 2 women were seated behind the desk, both at computers. 1 guy was standing beside it. I asked. They said “biscuit” something. I asked, repeating it, laughing, “like you put a biscuit in your mouth during the ride??” They grinned, amused, too. They were unsure, but that is what they had heard was the ride. I left to go find it, and i think i was there right
“wheat biscuit” or “wheel biscuit”
My first thought upon waking was how i am spending more and more time in dream-side, and remembering so much more than when i was younger and always interrupted/distracted by schedule, alarm noise, fake relatives, etc..
as my asleep right forearm woke me suddenly.
Wed15may. many new firsts:
We had been feeding some smaller creature n another dream.
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islands map showing 3 narrow peninsular nations; 1 all-sand colored, and where Japan or Korea would be on an Earth map, then one below it, near where the Philippines would be, and another splotchier/islands-dots one beneath That,
presenter standing before a dry-erase board on a wall in this classroom-like room… used a hand-and-arm signal to represent a paraglider, and I then saw a brown-skinned short black-haired young man in a paraglider harness/suit as if a photo paused just before landing / during descent, at a landing curve/angle,
“indonesia” (the name they said) law told to us about even if 1 foot lands on their side (of the island’s national border) it can be life sentence for the intruder,
I joked said “so what I’m hearing is we should invade/attack them”,
golf cart to pool pit, bear walking by wanting food, women played w it,
The bear had walked to the edge of the pool pit, sniffed around the air near my right side, and i, down n that pool pit, within a few feet of it, had told it no it can’t have my food, i holding a burrito or something similar. It had understood my words or tone, and walked away, getting food from one of the women.
I was happy they were being free/fun w the bear; getting along wonderfully, none of us, nor the bear, scared.
on our way back to base, a beach border-hangar guy (who looked like Joseph Gordon-Levitt with short hair for his character, Arthur, in the movie Inception) saying might not be able to let us back in,
(I and 2 of the women then in a) dim-mansion discussion, told to read 2 novelettes series, told we might have to move to a dif neighborhood away from base,
I had walked through the mansion, seeing nice dark brown wood furniture everywhere, and stopped myself before entering a bedroom uninvited, its door open, my toes barely crossing the threshold, i rocking back on my heels to stop and balance, the woman in the bathroom out of sight around the corner in there, i asked which 2 book series she had told me to read up on so i would better understand which conduct laws the women on the beach had unknowingly broken, she came into view from the bathroom doorframe and told me, so i went to write down and start reading those 2.
A pamphlet or drawing of blonde woman w caption asking either was she sexually unorthodox so abusive, or vice versa, rude evil propaganda.
The pamphlet (which was on a credenza like the one in the foard cottage, but wider and darker, nicer) cover art was a tan blonde woman blushing and looking over her shoulder while in the ass up, almost splits, super bold-legged, sex position, naked. I thought her curves had been drawn exaggerated, too cartoony.
back on a beach, I joked we are lawyers b/c we were there studying papers/excerpts printed from the ucmj, the woman standing behind us didn’t think that was funny or something, so I then objectively said/reworded/rephrased, saying we are reading it b/c of the incident off-base,
Guy walking toward our beach collapsible table, where i and 1 woman to my right sat, and 1 other woman shorty standing behind us, the guy n a black hoody jacket puffy, repeating, “excuse me” to others walking, and i didnt want to look at him bc he sounded like a beggar/scammer
worried about my racy sketches w me as we went to trial bldg on base, I in army green Service Alphas n a white-tall-tables room well-lit w/ older redhead shaved-head woman talking w/ me before she was tried for sexual misconduct off-base in this other country (tried with that group of women I’d walked in front of the golf-cart of, they having apparently played too sexually with the bear or other wildlife, I not noticing even though I’d been their driver/guide),
overcast rain-blue sky but not raining as we walked outside, I asked if we can get a ride to our vehicles where we parked, black young woman in uniform walking out to risers and smokers area said no b/c too far (10mins just to get there, thus a 25min round-trip, and we only had 15mins on this first break outside for the day),
There were greenbelt foothills around the outside area we had our chat/smoke break in, and shipping containers, grass areas, gravel parking lots, all fenced in with chain-link, a highway and strip mall and neighborhoods visible beyond that fence line.
I thought about how if they were incarcerated, and if i kept n touch w them, it would be the first time i did so w friends i Liked, but i also thought i didnt have time to keep n touch.
i kept adjusting my sketch/notepad papers n the big booklet/stack of them to hide the racy ones even though i was not being tried, woke.
Clearly another bully-based threat scare-tactic dream beamed in; not cool. Glad I remember so much of these ‘dreams’, though.
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Also at some point i was n Middle East night town.
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So was all that just a version/mix of the hentai and googling that army sniper massacre trial/sentencing? Or had those waking topics…triggered other-life memories…by association/similarity…when brain restful enough to perceive those memories stored somewhere beyond my waking body?
Are these memories of ar/vr training events, lifelike, in ssp or something else?
thu16may: Before 2am was w several others, told to hide, went into hidden small room behind colorful disguised door, kept going into deeper successive hidden rooms, someone apparently becoming aware of them, maybe bc of lighting or noise.
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Btwn 6am and 10am: got in commercial airplane cockpit, flew in night low over mntns and saw out left cockpit window a light bar atop one mntn peak that was 4 side by side squares, 2 dark, 2 lit. Checked my google map for vegan restaurants in anchorage and fairbanks, all of it was n dark night mode, but it was the size of the floor of a room, not on a phone screen. Ended up on ground entering what looked like a humble mexican restaurant, the waitress was shorter than me and the first thing she said was “this is vegan”, vibing as a friendly warning to nonvegans, of which retarded alaska had many. I smiled, telling her that’s why i was there, hoping for. I didnt see a menu, so assumed they only made a few dif things, but she said the menu was large, many selections. We discussed how i could try the most things, such as a la carte with a big combo platter. Ended up seeing eli for some reason, then saw him through a shanty window screen exiting a bldg across a courtyard or street, wearing all black, walking to front door of the shack i was in, and i had both my muddle fingers up to comically greet him once he opened the front door and saw, which he returned (giving same comical gesture). He or i asked if we should get some food. I suggested that vegan mexican place, so…he was in alaska w me?
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I told someone that line from the tat shop; “I’m just a fat old writer now.” lol
fri17may: Got my guns bk. They were in big plastic bags under/in my jeep back seat. that ditulio dumbass was outside the driver’s side of the vehicle as I was going through them, and I kept my back to that loser, of course, busy and uninterested in his bullshit.
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There were 2 or 3 other dreams around that one; before and after, and I remembered them perfectly at 4am when my alarm went off.
One was of a bug like a slug or something…which I gripped and was going to kill, but I dropped it or something, and told someone next to me to kill it.
sat18may, before 7am: another great first: my daughter, played by megan rain, eagerly invited me to get naked and snuggle/sleep w her on a big bed, which I did, and it felt wonderful, perfect, both of us so happy.
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Then I decided to drop out of an English class, having realized I had already graduated from hs, thus didnt need to finish my late presentation or even attend the remaining semester of classes of that course.
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I also climbed a mountain at some point in this dream. It was sunny but cool, pleasant, and just the right amount of exercise/exertion. I was moving over pale crags, not a single slope or any cliffs.
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note/idea while awake: Even if the dreams aren’t ssp or anything much at all, I am still glad I have the peace and quiet to remember them, the discipline and dexterity to record/write them, and their own improvements from terrifying during childhood… to purely loving/holistic since they became sexual/compatible/calibrated.
I am glad I get to fly and read and lead and stand up to badguys n them.
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Why try to realize in dreams that we are dreaming? That is an assumption; the dreams might be real, and thinking they are “just dreams” might distract us from the nature/usefulness of them.
Just let them flow how they naturally flow.
Appreciate them for what they are.
sun19may: Was going to see a movie in a big theater, about a civilization whose ppl wore seethrough brown tops that showed the male pecs and female tits, triangular flaps hanging down from one shoulder. Some ppl going to see this movie dressed like that. I asked why, concerned it was not right for the males. A female dressed like that explained.
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Was playing a computer game. Taking ss of where the starship enterprise group was. I had dozens of that ship and nothing else. They were being pushed to spread out, like how in starcraft bunched up units have to spread out after ending up at the same spot. The terrain was black starless Space below, and floating space-station sections, like a big wide maze.
I scrolled up and left to see more of it, trying to get my bearings.
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There was a popup of some other game…on the tv or computer screen after i stopped playing that star-trek game to talk w 1 or 2 guys n that apartment a moment. The popup took up the whole screen and i went to click to close it but there didnt seem to be an X to close it.
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Tsb was n one and showed some gadget or something. Annoying.
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Was in an airplane heading to canada, collapsible oval armrest table per some seats, fat or very stocky humanoid Blacks in some, like fatass hawaiians but not blubbery, i then ended up at a taco stand, and ordered 2 tacos, then heard there was another type of taco that sounded good to me, so i comically but seriously immediately asked my order be not 2 but 4 tacos, 2 being yellow corn shells, the other 2 being red. I went to pay, opened my wallet, and noticed u.s. and foreign bills. The foreign bills were of very dif sizes, 1 squarish, the other like short taller rectangles, both more colorful than u.s. bills. i still thought i needed to convert them to canadian, but the taco cashier accepted them.
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John Hasley was n an apartment w a few other males. We were reconnecting after decades apart since hs. He had a bench press. He showed us some type of exercise w things attached to the barbell. I tried it and thanked him. We did some other workouts.
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There were several contractors at a daytime construction site. Sky slightly overcast, uniform pale light gray. Some were former military. One had a bright orange safety plastic hat. They also had scifi-looking horizontal plastic or metal bands, smooth and light gray or offwhite, with lettering on them, saying/abbreviating things which i knew were slang or code for their blackops or ssp skills/jobs. They had cargo pants or blue jeans. We walked on the concrete neighborhood streets past parked cherry-pickers/lifts and work trucks.
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We were on a small simple riverboat-like raft or something, close to murky water surface. A guy totally calm showed a camera closeup of a big crocodile/alligator snout rising up right next to that raft edge, its teeth together, almost grinning. Everyone was calm, some chuckling. The snout went back dn under the water.
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I angrily called out for ambi and doc2, pulling into a daytime parking lot, or it was a lake version of an apartment parking line, w groups of parking space, a sidewalk on both sides, water instead of pavement, sloped landscaped shortgrass terrain up the sides, overcast light gray, an exercise area at one end i considered jogging to and back the other sidewalk side from. I had seen the memory of my 3 encounters up close w her, and my heart ached at how badly they had gone. I needed them to go well from here on.
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A guy doing an SNL skit, like will ferrell humor, but owen wilson face, but chad-ified, was with an also blonde woman, duet, back and forth verses jokes, starting w him, doing the singsong version of a moody couples argument or shit-talking, he doing double middle fingers against her cheeks as they sat in the bathtub together, she telling him get those fingers off my face, he then moving them away and grazing her lips w his for a brief kiss peck
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Before 8:30am, i woke 3 or 4 times, and in half-awake state i envisioned noting all these dreams. Over and over i did this. First time taking notes that many times n a row.
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The dreams these days go on almost all night, and i remember all of them now.
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Does this many dreams per night indicate more than one other body/life/timeline? Multiple overlapping ssp “20 and back”s?
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Was John Hasley a mindless NPC put in my e.s. classroom with me just to see what my effect would be even on NPCs, and he ended up a free-thinking metal-head just bc of exposure to my aura/destiny?
mon20may: I was in a house room with a white monkeylike creature who tipped over and shattered a white vase-like lamp. I knew it was about to, but I didnt stop it. When I scolded it, it looked irritated/angry/dangerous. I tried using sign language to calm it down and explain, and that seemed to help. Its mouth was shark-like in how its jaw/teeth/gums were massive and deadly, not much covered by its skin/lips. It seemed like a young yeti. It had more intelligence/depth to its Husky-like sky-blue eyes than most primates have.
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Then I was somewhere outside, and had an ancient-style binding of writing in papyrus or scroll leaflets, similar to a leather-bound journal. I gave it as a gift to a young man who began reading it, and I stood beside, to his right, as he sat indian-style, I seeing where he was in the reading. I said something like “Maybe one day, if my writing catches on, these notes will become worth a lot of money.”
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I went to a castle’s only wall opening and waited to be met by a queen and some of her guards/royals. They walked over from inside to the right, and asked why I was there. I explained I had been sent, and that there was a dragon or something that was a problem, and an arrangement had been made/proposed from my own group/castle. They seemed edgy, as if they might hurt/sacrifice Me right There. We ended up going after the monster, though, and some guy, perhaps one of their knights, speared/killed it.
tue21may: I was walking around the remains of a town or city, dozens with me, the ground black, a big nuclear submarine stationary in the river, not submerged, a bearded smiling white man with a sailor officer cap up in the standing area of its tower, looking at us.
A short walk away, there were teachers and students, all helping each other, as if in the aftermath of war/rubble. One male teacher was kneeling, using a device to remove arch shaped devices from the lower shin of 1 leg of many students lined up to wait for that procedure. He was careful but some still cried out in pain during the removal. The devices were the colors of band-aids, and just under the skin, sliding down to come out.
A small group of stocky males approached a wooden bank desk tower door, like something in a grand central train station in DC, but now exposed to the air/sunlight/outside, all the outer walls destroyed from earlier. The black man was first to walk to it, and calmly told the woman at the desk to not close the wooden sliding door in front of or behind him, leaving it open for his whole team. The team had body language and a vibe of jocks or cocky or about to audit them. They were like feds of some sort, and were all in polo shirts, very short haircuts, the black man shaved bald.
After approaching that exposed central desk surrounded by a wooden cylinder, the asian in their group, also stocky like a rugby player or fbi field agent who goes to the gym often, faced the big group of students and teachers sitting on a slope of rubble that may have been a collapsed and charred wall of that building. He asked something calmly but sternly. His team was there to figure out if anyone was doing anything illegal.
Many, I somehow sensed, wondered if removing the shin devices was going to get them in trouble.
One of the students was a scrawny shaved bald asian teen who had a stack of stapled papers with a colored pencils marking on it of green and a hint of red. He imagined adding a curved green line to it, extending it, as if to complete a graph arch to answer a test question, then decided not to, saying that he could use that to get into a university/school, but then he would have cheated and would then not know the material he would need to pass that course. He vibed as sad/depressed.
Awake, I now wonder if this was because the destroyed building we were in could no longer finish teaching him what he had been there to learn in order to legitimately get into the next level of education; had he considered cheating to get out of the attacked town early?
wed22may: Before 330a. Many firsts. Started jogging posb nude, then in my skivy shorts, topless, dn an asphalt rd. A few others were out there but not much in sight of me. I noticed i could run fast and not feel tired or heart pounding. I think i was shaved bald like i was in iraq on deployment1.
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Others noticed. Bright sunny day.
Happened upon a young moose. Helped it into my jeep psgr front seat floorboard. Took it back to house to clean it up.
Some poop got on my keychain.
Found another and smaller young moose was lying down by where i had parked my jeep at night. The little moose was partially under dirt. I spoke kindly to it and assured it. I helped it stand and hugged it.
There was a vehicle headlight dn the dirty dirty alley behind tall bushes, and for some reason i snuck behind the bush to get around the front of my jeep to get n and start it or sit there n my jeep quietly still so as not to be seen or lit by its approach.
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Then got it back to the house and into the dnstairs bathroom to shower it clean.
I walked out to the bedroom and to a window-wall, turned around and saw a big tan curly fur poodlelike dog on a dog-bed, its aura/presence totally calm/chill. On the dog-bed beside it was the first moose i had helped. It was happy to see me.
I reunited it w the other moose, and they were very happy.
I was for a moment concerned they might get protective of each other, thus dangerous to me, but they stayed friendly and thankful.
Then they somehow were like tan young women brunette in black dresses on a ski hill awards or talk-show area, with human women introducing them in daylight, one of the were-moose-es or moose-humanoids on all fours and with a big omelet in her mouth, showing it as told, then swallowing it whole before speaking english, smiling big, saying something to the talk-show hostess out there who was smiling as she held the black microphone.
What a weird first; moose in human form.
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Was skiing on a snowy parking lot area from one apartment 2story bldg to the next, using a paintball gun to shoot groups of soldiers who were all outside at night, dressed in white camo, on skis of their own, holding paintball guns of their own. After surprising and defeating several groups, the last one complained i had rushed them or something, not giving any time for them to get rdy. An older man was standing there, not holding a gun. Someone said that is the man in charge of the program/base. I skied in a u-turn at that final parking lot, then stopped, facing him.
A couple of the soldiers spoke up again, complaining.
I took hold of one by the throat w my gloved hand, sternly saying that the enemy was going to do the same thing i had just done; the enemy was going to surprise and rush them, take their women and children, destroy their homes, and so on. I went into more detail than that, then let go of him, having not harshly held his throat, only for effect.
That shut them up.
We got rdy for rd 2, grouping up in the bushes before rushing as a big team toward the side of the aptmt blds, some cordoning the outside as others went in, clearing them rm by rm.
I went inside w some of them, and heard them doing a good job clearing the rooms of threats and badguy players/instructors. They were clearly a well-trained specwar team.
I entered a rm where there were signs of a hidden badguy player, and we shot into the dark closet or bathroom to paintball tag him, then quietly waited for another to step forward, exposing himself, we then tagging him a few times.
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Did i just witness winter warfare trng of some specops or ssp group? Am i mind-surfing? Are these instead my Own memories from somewhere? Many possibilities/questions.
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Those dreams totaled several minutes, so i wonder what i was doing during the several hours i was asleep.
same day, before ~8am (after waking and sitting up suddenly because I heard a work-truck backup-beep, I then seeing it backing up across the parking lot to service a building surrounded by a chain-link fence over there): There was a single rocket, long and narrow, white or off-white, and around its nosecone was attached a single spiral/corkscrew/curve that was 1 metal band with many little metal clips curved, such that it was like a necklace of beads, and each of those little metal curves attached around the band were producing a local cavitation effect, helping the nosecone move with less air friction. This rocket launched, and i somehow moved With it, feeling no wind as we soared skyward. High up, it then stopped on its side on a plateau/butte. I looked around and saw there were tan and black cliffs and a flat valley. A Siberian Husky-like big furry dog, almost a wolf, like a small horse, walked into view down there from right to left. I wondered if it would see and attack me. It seemed to eventually look and walk my way, but it was far away and too far down to get up to my plateau, and it did not seem aggressive. It had a narrow red dog collar and one other piece of the same color.
Multiple times, i half woke, and thought of writing these details. This is the 2nd time I had multiple halfawake instinct moments to note a dream.
One sexy girl sat with me and was in only a short skirt and slave collar. I pictured Annabella pb nina dobrev, but whiter at first. I had her add a sleevies midriff shirt and keep it lifted over her perfect perky b-cup tits.
Then a 2nd girl, tan, came and wore/did the same.
Consideration: was I merging w/ the consciousness of other men when I dream? Is that why I did things I wouldn’t during waking, such as taking hold of a specwar guy’s throat?
Did that guy, whose mind/body I was in, influence that, thus surprising me?
Similarly, do They sometimes enter My mind when I am aWake, influencing Me?
fri24may: Was talking with a Screamer (I use that term because this thing reminded me of that sci-fi horror movie, Screamers) little flying robot or facehugger bot fusion.
It flew around a room. I think ot was a facility on some other planet, like an outpost. The air was breathable right outside. The light was dim like at evening or dusk. I knew this creature meant me no harm, but could easily bite and kill someone else.
It was maybe telepathic with me. We conversed, perhaps through mental images, of its motions, nature, maybe its memories of attacking one person at the neck.
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Battling a big square orange yellow tank thing, i held its round head down so it was forced to laser destroy its own front or main gun or big black cables hoses parts. This made no explosion, heat, sound, or smell..
Was training or going to battle as a solo operative while troops in one-color fatigues left a barracks/base briefing room in teams.
I opened a small pistol clip and saw it had no bullets. Asked for some from the woman in charge. Then was excited and did the bend over and fist pump oh yeah gesture and face when she authorized my solo sneaking.
I then set out to do my recon and kill the badguy. The area was like a dim or dark barracks or set of clustered rooms, some with tables and wall lockers, etc.
The woman’s face was good, but not perfectly attractive like freyja mirror selfie model pic.
Her hair was tight back in a bun. It looked to be dirty-blonde.
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Was with ellen (an Ellen Cleary ICV) and that indonesian cutie (a Cynthia Purnamasari ICV) in a cabin w plywood-like walls. They asked about my writing, holding stacks of papers of it. I was fine with them holding and reading through any of it now. I told them how much time it had taken.
They asked if i would have someone edit it. I told them i couldnt bc it was such that an editor would not understand, and would mistakenly try correcting parts i had meant to be a certain way, with unique terms and style. They understood.
They then lied on their backs naked, side by side, each on one of the two narrow beds, twin size mattresses, and i took turns lying atop each, loving how warm and smooth and soft they felt. They loved me being on them, too. We held each other and rested that way, mutually arousing each other. Their vibes were perfect, heavenly, wanting, patient, supportive of each other and me.
I returned to them later on, finding them sleeping, and again lied on the asian and then on ellen. They woke silently, still vibing as perfect nymphs, and again lovingly held me.
They were perfectly fine with me fucking and cumming in both of them whenever I wanted, and I could feel the vibe they would never get preg or change in a bad way. They were angelic; pure good, there only for my total pleasure and peace. Amen.
Ellen and the indonesia cutie: had their hair in ellen’s side-strands and neck-base strands loose topback shower-bun
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I was outside in daylight on a parking lot, looking at my sandals closely, seeing they were made of a material i could start to separate from below with my fingertips. It looked like styrofoam a bit, but a little grainier or more fibrous. I decided to only push my fingertip up through the bottom of each sandal enough to barely make a crack/tear i could see through, one per sandal.
I saw two lines of people walking across the parking lot.
I looked to see if any had retard masks, and a couple did.
A woman parked her vehicle to my right. She opened the back hatch, then exited the driver door and walked around to it.
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First dream was of getting that 250k deposit, and moving most of it to another bank, splitting it into 3 accounts at the other bank, then leaving 60k or so in the first bank, splitting it to 2 accounts there. Then I was driving in a suburban across Montana rolling farmland hills terrain, wood wildwest style ranch fences alongside, and a young woman w me told me to check my phone app bank balances. She was alerting me that the money from the first bank was being removed by someone. I saw it was going to zero in those 2 accts. I called the bank, then we drove there and went inside. It was spacious, carpeted, only 1 or 2 tellers, lit naturally from big window-walls. I called someone while there, telling the bank i needed them to stop and reverse that. I was finding a way to get that money back.
Dreaming has gotten perfect, truly, phase3 through and through. I am looking forward to each night.
sat24may2024: Before 615: kevin costner in a dark gray suit, vibing as a federal agent or spook, showed up. I was going through my remaining foreign currency i found, deciding to take ot to the bank to exchange it. Then i was in a well lit basement, pale carpet, with a shorthair woman sitting on the floor, looking at me, seriously telling me that the line of unpacked element samples the size of bookends, was at least worth $10,000, and possibly as much as $450,000. In my room, kostner was sitting facing my desk. It was lit only by natural light from a side window, thus dim. My papers of unedited novels were n a black envelope like a placemat sized bodybag. He walked around and warmly took hold of my wrist, urgently saying, “Come on, son; when are you going to givr me the keys to the kingdom?” I realized he was another idiot minion, so i confronted him. I asked why he wanted to read unedited book notes. He said it was my life’s work. I said I had only been working on them a few years. I continued correcting him, saying I had only written unrelated short stories before. I told him of my many different jobs, such as when i tried private contracting and pmc bc i had become that age and knew others I could give jobs to. I left and returned, and found my notes barely half into that black envelope; he had left them unlocked and out for me to see, to test my anger. Again, i confronted him. I said he was no father, and was only hear to get info and leave. I had checked my phone app that showed a white bg w blue outlines of nations in 2 modes, 1 overlapping based on some stat, and the other a normal map. I then went and told the lfb demon he had shown up just to get to my books. This was all a test. So much for being excited to dream lol. So why did he seek consent, then force in? And why was consent pursued for vax, but not tsb spying on my pc? I said why read what will be trimmed down to 10%? I had been going through multiple folders and stacks of papers near the marblewood drafting table. Why kostner? Did they think that the familiar face of an “attractive” actor would somehow persuade me? They are still as idiotic/retarded/backward as ever. whatever.
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Whoever/whatever that was, he made all the same mistakes the idiots since childhood did; he showed up without invitation, he vibed as in a hurry, he rudely and incorrectly called me son, he assaulted me via wrist, he was dressed like a minion, he had no facial hair like a trans, he ignored my valid input / honesty, he pressured me for my private property, he had shallow stupid eyes, he was obsessed with 2d/papers just like / stemming from brainwashing to mindlessly parrot the bible and legal documents. What a moron. What an attention whore. What a pest/rodent. I never went to His dreamspace to pressure Him, so this wasnt karma at all.
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At least dreams like that aren’t repeats. And whether anyone tried messing w my memory, i am proud i remember so much wjen i wake, and proud i rmbr so much from several years ago and even decades ago.
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I eloquently gave him shit n the dream, asking, “Which agency are you from? CIA? DIA? NRO?” I said a couple more agency names (abbreviations). He did not answer, but looked concerned. I had also mentioned our ages; how we ended up with work like this bc we were basically old now.
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I had told him I didn’t let Anyone read my writing until it was polished up, so why would I let Him?
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Did that dream mean my inner self, and/or someone else, wants me to publish the rest of my books? Doesn’t matter; enough is on the website, and only generous donations to me from all humans for the rest of time…shall be recognized as tolerable enough to fund those publications being released.
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He vibed as evil, and an outsider, intrusive, not at all part of my subconscious. Vibes always tell the truth. Actions paired w it confirm he was no god or angel or messenger. He was scum. That means the dream was not urging me to publish on time, but prematurely, just like they urged me to Breed prematurely.
sun26may, before 4am: Was training with troops, outside on sandy rolling dirt and grass hills, daytime, a landnav drill in progress, with other training before it, all of which i enjoyed, and a brief test was offered, I accepted, and waited for the few others to join and be ready, I alone for a moment, standing by a dark almost black painted rollcage 4wheeler made for 4, like a military golfcart, then handed a piece of paper with questions, the color of cardboard or a brown grocery bag, little squares to write the answer letters of the multiple-choice questions in, and “plumber water” was offered, i checked the big water bottle and noticed its contents were a milky murky liquid, not water. As the few guys returned to my spot outside, one smirked and explained it was a prank, and told me not to drink it, or that it would cause puking, but the other guy taking the test had already taken a swig and found out the hard way, puking on the ground over there.
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Was in school common area like at shepton, sitting with several, all of us in our primes, looking like teens, and some girls and others walked up and tried chatitng with us, and I was energized and pleasant to them, one young woman standing beside our group sitting on the brown hard-carpeted floor there told me how intimidating we troops could be, and I smiled at that, deciding to vibe as even more approachable. Charlene Sun walked over and sat right to my right, eager to be with and talk with me, and we were soon to head off to play together.
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Was outside a compound on its front steps made of cemented pebbles, facing a crowd, i standing with a crowd of my own, centered atop the steps down to ground level, a convoy on a berm road slightly to the right… driving by, men in humvee turrets, but the vehicles were dark blue and with white panels, not like Earth HMMWVs, mention of the plague, that ofc annoying me since it was fake, a ~6′ light brown bald man of good muscle tone carrying his toddler or baby in a carrier, got fed up with waiting, tried to push through us, we all closed in and held him back, he gave up but kept staring at me, I stayed standing facing him and was somewhat flexing my shoulders in readiness to tackle him, he smirked and said “I could beat your ass down here.” I said, “You’re right. You could probably kill me, but I will do my best to protect my home.” That hushed and impressed him and everyone. He calmed down and waited for processing to be through. I thought we should get him in armor and put him to use out here since he is tall and tough. I then heard there was someone in view to the right, so I quickly jumped up to see, using my hands at the same time to steady and brace my arms, and then stepped up on that wall, jogging it out away from the compound, until it narrowed several meters out, i then turning and jogging back, having the feeling there might be a spawning/appearing zombie, but no one spawned. Thankfully no one was wearing masks, and we were just making sure we didn’t let any idiots (who think plagues are real) into our fortified community.
mon27may2024 before 9am: I was watching a couple prisoners (not as a guard, just as an observer or / if not one of them) in a weird prison where they would walk between buildings to go to a cluttered work room above the rest of the facility, it having no ceiling; open air/top, as if it was on a hill over a mining structure, and when they didn’t do their jobs, a guard would beat them up. The POV shifted back and forth from first to third person. One guy got his fingers broken during a beating, and had to wear a cast over his hand. He was nervous about returning to that room. There were things in there on the ground he picked up or shifted around. Others were barely visible in the shade of rooms below, like through cracks or gaps in the floor/ceiling outside. It was daylight. The whole facility may have been in a crater.
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Then I was walking around in a low-ceiling (1-story) gym. There was a central wraparound reception desk with plates ans bowls of cookies, some with white icing, some with light blue, etc.. I started trying one of each, paying for them. There were two people at the registers. One was a blonde young man, the other a platinum blonde young woman similar to Freya/Cyd.
I walked around the side and looked at the buffet. I went into the exercise equipment class and saw a big group of people learning from an instructor/coach. I went back to other parts of the building over and over, returning past the cookies counter every time. One time, I asked that Cyd-like woman about a forearm lateral exercise I had seen done in the equipment/weights room, and she seemed amused, chatting with me after I demonstrated it in front of the cookies countertop. This dream went on for probably an hour.
tue28may, before 4am: Was outside in a neighborhood like an apartment complex or close 1story houses, white concrete driveways slightly sloped down to the street, several ppl there incl. a bald white adult male, we were discussing something, i said to the bald guy i wanted to order a cake, and i wanted it to be perfect; flavor, consistency, color, everything.
wed29may before 5:30am: Hang gliding on white triangle sail and black bars device over mostly flat and gradual slope snowy white terrain. Lile in a video game, a couple times I tried jogging and pressing the buttons to open/start that device/gliding, but it did not work, so i ended up slowly sliding back to the ground/snow.
At one or two points, i got up on a short tower or small craggy berm and did it correctly.
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Was in a school or other building’s lounge room, opened the fridge, saw sandwich materials or stacks in there (buttered or yellow spread on two bread slices, with short sausages or seasoned fingerling potatoes already softened and edible between those slices), took one, layer by layer, and set it on the already heated grill, then began eating it, wondering if it belonged to someone. I considered leaving some dollar bills in the fridge where it had been, for that posb owner.
Other ppl began coming in and making their own food. One was a blonde woman with her hair down. She had a different food, and I tried a bite offered.
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I was walking back and forth from a classroom on catwalk metal flooring panels. There were computer tables with lots of hardware on them, like in an Internet or gaming cafe. Dozens of students were in there. The girls kept noticing me, interested, as I walked past their tables. I returned to get and clean my big laptop, opening it and finding it wet. I dried it with gentle strokes of a cloth/towel, possibly colored green. I would then walk with it along a wall in that classroom to get something else before leaving. It was night outside, and the temperature was mild. Sf seemed to be present somewhere.
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Sitting, dressed like Gandalf, talking to myself about a place i decided i would go to get a bad-guy’s magic item, and a group of dwarves asleep on armchairs around my light brown tan wood deck area sleep-talk sang repeated it, so i told them to shut up. With those chairs and other furniture, it was a colorful (dark red chairs here and there, and other colors) and somewhat cluttered area. It was daytime but somewhat mild/dim light, as if there was an awning or tree canopy out of sight blocking the direct light.
wed30may: remembered numerous dreams, but didn’t feel like writing about them; they weren’t particularly interesting/perfect, and I was busy with waking-ideas; site updates, etc.
wed31may: Dreamed the entire night. Before 7am. Woke and went bk to sleep several times.
Many more dreams before the following.
Was n a tall-ceiling multi-hangar/warehouse factory complex, new there and learning the job, jogging around, seeing the smooth/polished wide/vast concrete floor, the black plastic-looking mega-bins around stuff/machinery, the big open garage-style doors to daylight perhaps half a football field’s distance off to the side, the square wall-openings like non-curved archways into the linking hall to the breakrooms and other warehouses/sections, I free to roam, met some short and tall workers, including a tall nearly shaved hairstyle redhead guy, asked about stuff.
Left and drove to a mansion of a 3story house.
Felt stressed and sad bc i was not w ambi.
Walked outside and saw a 3- or 4-story aptmt on other side of concrete street. Saw a drum-set or 2 (visible through 2 wide square clear windows on the same level, side by side) taking up the window-wall of the 2nd floor aptmt facing the street and my house.
Went to a farm, starting w a big garage, then outside to areas of crops supported on square things over open-air undersides. I noticed one side was drooping, and its support not reaching all the way down to a stack of 2×4s and blocks/bricks under it. I hurried back to the farmhouse garage to find stuff to wedge under there to prop it up level, then it got dim with post sunset nightfall, and the farmhands were coming into the garage, closing up shop. I made my way out the narrow opening in the mostly closed sliding big garage vehicles door to do that last bit of work. I returned and explained what I had seen and tried/done.

JUNE:

sat1jun: Before 1:24a: Was preparing for a concert, and db and cb btr v (not gluttons) were there. We were in a small square room with scaffolding or a metal grated firetruck grip floor as one wall, and with a picnic blanket paintjob on one wall. My hair was down. The idea for a flaming lime green face logo backdrop art came to my mind. Someone was said that made me throw my head back and laugh on enjoyment.
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Before 3:40a: Was at a table with donald on the side 90deg from my left, and tsb on my side pg the table btwn him and me. Donald said something stupid and condescending. I had no outward reaction, controlling myself. Tsb then also condescended to me, trying to seem like he was looking out for me (his usual dumbass tactic, always revealed by his shit vibe and default-siding with anyone other than me). When donald left to use the restroom or whatever, i calmly explained/revealed to tsb, and i love that i said this sort-of threat/warning, that whenever someone condescends, i just act like i don’t get it, so that when i strike them…my strikes are more powerful…bc they are unexpected.
When i got up and let the table, i was thinking of going outside but it was snowed on. Not still snowing, but snowy. A short brown-skin male w short dark hair like alvarado midget was at the other side of the polished marble kitchen island, making a stack of 4 chocolate puff things, like those crappy chow-hall cake squares, and washing it down w tap water from the island sink, telling me that 4 of those would stop the urge to go, or stop diarrhea. I asked to be sure i heard him correctly, and 4 was confirmed. Thankfully, i didnt feel the need to go that urgently. I again looked out the many big square windows to the back porch and snowy terrain greenbelt, considering going out there.
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That was the first time Both those retards were n a dream at the same time.
Note how they both attempted the same crime/harm; condescension; more evidence they, like repo, are only capable of 1 tactic, and incapable of realizing or sensing how much smarter than them i am. Their vibes were certain; they aren’t cleverly testing my reactions to things; they are just fools on broken-record mode.
sun2jun: Before 6am: Was at a restaurant, tried something from the menu, the décor and furnishings were a shiny/polished dark wood brown with black side-chair frames and small square tables-for-two in most places. I returned later for another meal, and was motioned/invited to one of the few tables-for-four, where 3 ppl were already seated and chatting happily, 1 man and 2 women, all looking in their 30s, healthy. I greeted them, stood at the tableside a moment until they invited me to join them, sat on the chair to the left, farthest from me, accepted the handed menu, saw ot was brief and like a big playing card, not a normal fold-open paper sheet-size menu, tried to find something vegan, didn’t want to try asking for recipes to be modified to be vegan, was talking with those seated, and they suggested something that sounded familiar, as if I tried it the other day, I remembering being there once before. I ended up with something like heated asparagus, softened, with marinara or pasta sauce. The restaurant was packed. It was daytime outside.
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Was in a clinic with several others. A fat brunette (glutton bitch) was offering purple retardmasks from a cardboard box on the floor. I was relieved when the man sitting on the stool between me and her, who looked like sgt szeman, declined and vibed as disappointed in her stupidity. I also declined, ofc, and walked away, down a narrow short/brief hall to another narrow room with cabinets and a countertop beneath them, probably an employee break room. I returned a moment later and she was gone, box and all. Idk if others had accepted the retardmasks. I stood, or sat on another stool, by the szeman-like man, and told him in a quiet and edged/unpleased tone, of how stuff like that had made me try to leave the country and never return. I told him of when i had helped at a nursery, reached down to pet a cat who had greeted me, and got accosted by another moron who was bitching up a storm, saying “somebody didn’t watch the news last night”, trying to tell me the cat could give me covid, the pretend disease. The szeman-looking guy seemed to understand.
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Was in a classroom/dojo, dimly lit, at student tables at first, projector screen showed quiz written in an oldfashioned way, “.c” had been accidentally moved to the end of one of the top lines of questions, and they talked about this, as if planning to fix ot before reprinting the library index card-sized quizzes.
Then the answer “.2” was focused on, near the bottom of that card on the projector screen. It was under another line with another “2” as part of that other line’s answer, all typed as if from a typewriter.
We then were on the floor of a hallway, unlit, but light from the street outside from down a brief hall to the foyer glass doors/wall provided enough light to see each other. I faced the rest, all of them college-age males, caucasian, brunettes or bald, some with very short hairstyles, some with casual/scruff hairstyles. They were seated in a line, all facing from my right to left, the street door window light hall centered on them, right in front of me. There was a short staircase of just a few dark brown steps behind the rightside guy; the guy at the back of that line of seated students. They started slashing and stabbing each other in different ways, first across the chest, then even the face and near the ear, and I could tell a couple were on the verge of getting up and leaving. Ni certainly was. A couple others said they should basically suck it up and stay, not leave so soon, so they steeled themselves. Seconds later, more slashing and stabbing resumed, and one even ran a sword through a guy’s back, then did it a couple more times in different places, yet they all kept just staying seated and taking it, as if practicing ignoring wounds that would be mortal for normies. Definitely a first; never saw people being slashed or stabbed in dreams before, and certainly not run through with a sword.
Mon3jun: Some before sunrise, rest before 7:45:
(all good/chill, but none sexy/sexual this overnight)
Another rd of dreams all night; either more remembered when i woke each time this predawn and morning, or more experiences during sleep
Flying lessons
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Another first: Chocolatier showing me/us a champagne flute style container with a pointy vertical pile of chocolate, cone dotted with whit chocolate chip minis that got revealed when it began to melt or be heated, chocolate mouse involved/mentioned
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First: telling ppl Of my dreams…while IN new dreams: I described to them the dream of a previous night, how there was a gym dark because lights off, but could see ppl bc of daylight coming from the double doors down a short hallway, everyone seated btwn it and me, and how they started running each other through with swords
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First: Rugby match practices
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First: Proposing research projects in dreams: Asked a guy, who was saying The Matrix had mentally messed w many ppl, so do we approach our study of it… either as “is it real; is there actually another more-real world or layer off reality” or “what is it about that one particular movie that affected so many people as much as it did?” but i worded those two questions better/differently in the ‘dream’.
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Was in the yc, but it was dif; a very wide asphalt street, straight to a tree-line several football fields’ distance from me, as if a new neighborhood was being paved/started/cleared,
saw blue boards like big pieces of tape stuck atop a tree where its trunk, a couple stories off the ground, began branching, as if a treehouse was being started there. Some houses not fully finished. Two young lads with me, as if maybe my sons, or local children I was babysitting. One asked if he could wear some costume he had. I said okay, then was concerned it was too girly, it having a purple plastic towel or skirt-like part, but he was behaving normally, just being a funny child/youth and indoors, so i let it go. He was of a darker complexion, almost brown, with short/buzzed black hair. The other child was fairer skinned and blonde with short/buzzed hair. Both of them were knee-high to me, not toddlers, but very young/short. Hobbits? Humans? Other? They had good vibes; they had good souls/auras/presences. They must have been made by good parents.
I remembered several to dozens per night, the new norm.
I tried to get groceries without the waiting/stalking/unwelcome lfb creature noticing, then ignored its evil aura/gaze and left, refusing any unwanted energy/contact.
I talked with many, went to many places, did more training, worked on other projects, and was always fit and well dressed.
I gave shit to a dirty-blonde ponytail woman I saw smoking, just as I had in the waking that day (and she looked over her shoulder at me and seemed to understand / ‘take it well’), and this is another interesting first; identical events in the waking and dreaming; the alignment of the realms I foresaw and craved.
wed12jun, before 6am: Was in a tall concrete building room, maybe its stairwell, and a small device had been found. Another 1 or 2 ppl were standing in there with me. The device was nuclear. We got it disarmed/opened. I thought it was like a bulky/big/complex wristwatch. I had no beep or timer or lights that were on.
That stairwell was dim, barely lit, but not creepy.
There was much more, and I remembered it far better the first time I woke, predawn. A few wakeups later, and I did not remember it so clearly.
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I faced a girl who sat down across a small table with me, like in a coffee shop. I told her calmly yet uncompromisingly/sternly that I was only interested in sex w her, not meeting her for anything else. She didnt seem shocked, but replied as if to test or confirm that. We had nonstop direct eye contact, her face maybe two feet from mine. She had kriske features. There may have been an empty open small pizza box on the low table between us. She vibed as agreeing to what I had said; she would meet me only for sex regularly.
That coffee shop with the 1 girl facing me was a dark brown color scheme, also dim around her/us, not fully dark.
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Was at a dance party. The women were dancing sexily. I watched. There was no tension. They all vibed as chill, normal females. No males were dancing. This was good. Gorean, even; appropriate gender-specific behavior/hangout.
I was walking around outside chatting with other girls, all hottie shorties; appropriately shorter than me. All had chill vibes. All were open and submissive/responsive to me. We were probably flirting and discussing our hookup availability/schedules so we would soon be fucking each other.
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There was an email screen dark/black, and I was messaging several ppl normally, typing whatever I wanted. When I messaged a Russian agent last, however, I could only choose certain words or phrases in certain orders based on which of a 3×3 grid/keypad of color outlined onscreen digital buttons became colored/lit after I touched the first one. It was centered on the screen, in the middle of the email client browser window. I thought it might be to prevent trigger words from accidentally being used. A very controlled way of messaging/acknowledging.
Everything around the messaging computer screen was dark, almost black, maybe because of the light from the screen, though it was mostly a black bg/browser.
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There was an image of WoW hotties in bikinis as if at a party/dance. I began editing it, adding to it, sliding the legs portion down the screen a bit, and then adding horizontal strips or cropped smaller images of chicks to it, as if to improve their bodies or outfits or something.
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Was back at White Owl, standing behind those 2 shorties who had behaved oddly, as if losing their nerve or choosing to be rude spoled gameplayers that one night. This time, the blonde turned around to look at me when the brunette started walking away. I looked at her, but her face seemed slightly ‘off’. I followed them a few steps before turning off to the right, into a seating area outside, not interested in them if they were again choosing that wrong course of action/exit.
It was night outside White Owl like before.
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This was a night of many hotties, several new, most behaving/vibing perfectly, and numerous good firsts and progress in the dreams side/realm. This was much better than the dreams the last 2 or 3 nights, as those had been me noticing old familiar evildoers/bullies watching me, though I still enjoyed disregarding and avoiding them, rather than having to hear them rudely say their usual lies/misleading/pestering bs like before/irl.
thu13jun before 6am: I woke and returned to sleep multiple times.
In one dream, I was messing with several ppl who had showed up, threatening them, strong and powerful, staring right at them, ready to pounce and hurt them, even use Thor powers to beat one apart.
They were intimidated, completely stopped in their tracks.
The last one was higher up than me, as if on horseback or a white vehicle.
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Ambi showed up, closer than ever n this dream. She moved in w me, her hair in that sexy tight ponytail like in az motel. I was nervous she would bite me, but thrilled we were reunited.
I checked her webpg and a piece of paper w her info on it, now knowing where to find her, how to contact her, etc.; ideal firsts.
The vibe was like it was n person all 3x; unmistakable that she and I are made for each other, perfect matches, fully attracted to each other. Amen. Best of signs.
Ambi twice lied down facing me like we rp nightly. She had looked right in my eyes, totally present and focused on me. We were in a bedroom, on the bed, perhaps in an apartment, or the still-forming/-manifesting cabin we chose.
I then, when she was back up and walking around in other rooms, saw or had a remote viewing view of a garden or landscaped park winding sidewalk-like walkway right outside, and my mind quickly went back to picturing the paper and webpg w her contact info.
The webpage/browser was a white bg, with very little on it other than a profile picture in a vertical rectangle outline, and some cursive-like emboldened and maybe italicized black font for her basic info, but even in the dream, though I have been able to read plenty in other dreams, this information was seemingly incomplete or blurred out –for now.
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There were other women who showed up and were fully vibing as ready to unite / hook up w me.
I remembered so much more during half awake moments, and tried writing it all down, but ofc was doing so half awake, not w my waking body until now.
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There were a couple discs like a fusion of cardboard and sandpaper.
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I was doing secret/ssp stuff for sure in one ‘dream’; i was talking or discussing such topics w a male.
There were numerous others I was also teaching/advising.
I think we were in dark blue fatigues or cadet uniforms, but not in a university or spaceship, just a classroom or conference center. Not as a presenter to an audience, just in such a building/room.
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I was talking w sf or someone similar…as I climbed up a loft wall like an indoor climbing gym surface a bit, and loaded up a white mini fridge, sliding a pizza box or stack of two flatbreads that had been cut/reduced to fit.
A white brunette 20s/30s woman stayed down below, walking out of sight, perhaps to the kitchen or other room dn where I had come up from, the floor looking like terrain a bit, or a surface made to look like groomed terrain like in ryokans.
We were talking about training or a mission outing, something like that. Once I had slid the two flatbread-like things into the minifridge or similar boxy container, I turned to look back behind me and saw a 2nd such food stack, but it was bigger/wider and would not fit in that fridge, so I did not try to slide it in after.
The walls were white, but not bright, as if painted and somewhat dim/unlit directly.
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Very unique first: I was on the floor in a room w 1 person beside me, and a sexy white brunette teen or 20s girl several feet away. We were all chatting. I then noticed the 20s girl seemed to be frozen in place, not even her eyes moving. I was excited, and turned to the one nearer me, saying, “She froze! I always wanted to see one freeze!”; I had wanted to see this glitch or feature. Willing myself to hover over the pale carpet and then around behind her, I noticed she appeared like a particle board; she was almost 2D, like a cutout, leaning against the front of the dark blue couch. Her eyes there appeared like pushpins/thumbtacks, metallic and flat, pushed into that board that her body now was. I marveled at her as I orbited around her lower half, between its back surface and the front of the couch where it met the floor. She had become immobilized, giving off no or little/lesser signs of life.
fri14jun2024 before 3am, then before 6am: Was in a small 1story room w dark blue or gray carpet, computers and rolling black carts, power cords and other cables on the floor, some cords/cables gray, some black. I was seated and holding my laptop. A dozen or more men were in this room, all facing the projector screen. We were like a small Mission Control. Something started going wrong, and the older man in the middle of the room looked to me and asked me to fix it. Within seconds, I had it fixed via my pc skills. He then turned and started walking toward the back of the room, and got his left leg tangled in a couple of the cables, but he kept walking. I asked him to stop, alerting him to the issue, but he kept walking at first. I had to stand and follow him while holding the cable so it stayed plugged into my computer, lest he yank it out, damaging it and the computer. I raised my voice, repeating the urgent request he stop. Finally, he did, seeming moody or reluctant for some idiotic/insecure reason. I freed the cables from his leg. He resumed walking to the back of the room, there into a bathroom like room. He turned and faced me, and tried to sound intimidating or intense. I raised my voice again, standing up for myself, and reminding him that it had taken me 1 second to fix a critical problem he knew nothing about. His eyes flashed with anger, but I stood more upright, matching his height, and leaning toward him as he sat down on the sink countertop, his back to the mirrors wall. His eyes lost their fire, and he started to shrink back in defeat, as my energy skyrocketed, my eyes piercingly straight into his as I ‘blasted’ him, telling him, my voice finally calming a bit, not to worry, as I didn’t want his job, only him gone/fired/replaced by Someone. He had the look of a graying/grayhaired Hans West, his head more rounded than that actor James Cromwell. I walked back out into the main room, and everyone was quietly working, but one or two looked at me, all having heard the loud talk. I growled to myself, “Stupid fucking human.” about the old guy who nearly wrecked our operation/mission/project. This was another ssp-like command-level or c-level dream, and another good first; me instantly politely correcting the highest ranking person present, and them standing down, I always more than just an employee/techie in these dreams, whether attached to a blackops squad or anything else.
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I was driving around in my Jeep.
Then I was by an outdoor evergreen tree. It was on a narrow mound, almost an island, with a winding narrow stream/brook/creek alongside it, and there was one other tree nearby, but I was only touching the lowest branches/’needles’ of the nearest one. It was too narrow to get a vehicle here, or I had increased my size telekinetically/magically, thus making this wavy mound look smaller than it was.
I left, then wanted to return to the same spot. I tried looking down from overhead aerial view, moving laterally, but did not find the spot, only tall ice pillars/structures of iceberg-y barely-blue white. I checked my map, and zoomed in, seeing a circle outline icon of blue on the icy white terrain, marking a spot, but it was not the right one.
I then was looking for a Pepperidge Farm cookie like I had tried and enjoyed before. It was shaped like Ariana Grande. I found and held two bags, one bigger/wider and like a white version of a brown paper lunch bag with its top rolled and sealed shut. It had white words printed on it, difficult to read. Its back label was easy to read, though, and on a pale/fade art image of a Christmas train curving a path up into a starry sky. It read/”said” that 12 of the company’s types/shapes of cookies -most which were in the shape of people- had been retired on August 28 of some year, 1 day before some commemorative or special holiday, and those retired shapes were now all in 1 bag, the wide cookie bag I was reading the back of.
Mariah Carey’s song/lyric “and I know you’re shining/smiling dn on me from heaven, like so many friends I/I’ve lost along the way” was being played/sung, and I joined in, flexing my abdomen to help me with its volume and notes.
sat15jun before 4am: More good firsts: There was much more before this dream, including other sexy girls in their primes, all with their shirts open, tits out, totally chill/casual vibes, all there to be fucked by me.
I was in a nice offwhite apartment at a square pale tan table which came to midchest height, sitting across from an amanda liebovitz version (sexier), her hair in rjh style, her shirt open so her tits were out, and she was looking right at me as I spoke. A tan girl came in, dressed the same way, and since I didn’t like how the tan girl’s tits looked, I politely explained to the first girl that I needed to be around ppl who made my heart feel good, and I told her I was over 40 now, so I didn’t know how much time I had left; I needed to make every moment count/good. She understood, and stood to stay with me as I/we left to go fuck somewhere else.
This is how all dreams and waking should be; them showing me what I want, and understanding me, and always behaving how I want them to, how females always should.
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Scrolling through a webpage, white bg, text in paragraphs in middle of pg, gray small font, able to read it, was explaining how the system of identifying and naming species scientifically (taxonomy) worked, had some images btwn paragraphs, but most were in a grid album, outlined. There was also a small grid offset to the right, and hovering over its image thumbnails caused their outlines or characters/font to become brighter and golden.
I noticed I had navigated to the source website for that content, and didn’t like the source website, so I clicked back to where I had used the content on one of my own webpages, as it was much easier to read through.
I realized I should link my webpage to another, so that taxonomy was mentioned in character creation and/or lifeform creation… but first to the Derelicts reporting form pg, etc.; for encountered lifeforms,
and to LHS Sciences pg
It was the kind of gorgeous and fancy website that would be in Inisfree, not its Outlands/phase2 v.
mon17jun2024, during several asleep periods, before woken ~at 1 AM, 4 AM, 7 AM, etc.:
(many dreams for hours before these two entries)
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3 or 4 unwanted/pest White brunette males were following me, and I kept peacefully backing away / evading / outrunning them. One then put a sword or wide dagger up through the underside of his chin/jaw, into his mouth/head for some reason, as if that would stop himself from continuing to pursue me, but really all it was was more gross/pestering bs I never ask/ed for.
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Dreamed I had a PowerWheels-size version of my SUV, it got parked outside on a lawn-like area of grass I was making a fort or sand castle or campsite or something on, it started backing itself up to avoid being run into by an approaching metallic-tan-colored normal-size SUV driven/occupied by two old ppl (husband and wife, both gray/white-haired), it couldn’t back away enough, it got bumped and dented head-on, I had yelled to get their attention so they would stop, we three then went into their house right behind it, via their opened garage door, I spoke with them about the insurance-info exchange, the woman was resting in her bed while reading over a paper about it, she tried to will me to drop the matter by saying with a cunty face “This needs to be written of.” as an accepted loss/accident, and I then noticed I was holding a bigger version of one of my polar-rated boots, it big enough for both my feet and lower legs.
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I made one of those fallen tree-trunk log-hatch camping-hideout things (but did not get into the tree trunk to lie down before this ‘dream’ ended).
tue18jun before 5am:
(again, as often, if not always at this point, many more dreams in addition to what is noted/recorded here, I not always having time to write down all the others, and/or not feeling like it, as the ppl in them are still not yet behavior the way I know they should)
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Was in a school watching a cheerleader squad practice jumping up into the arms of male teammates/classmates to hug straddle them while held that way.
The cheerleaders were in white uniforms of midriff sleeveless tops and pleated short skirts.
The lettering on their tops was gold.
They were Caucasian/Aryan.
One looked like a Blood Elf, her platinum blonde hair in a long ponytail like how Lara Croft wore hers.
I walked up to them and they greeted me well, their vibes good/chill.
I asked the Blood Elf-like one to jump into my embrace the way she/they had with the others. She was not opposed to that, only hesitating to politely make sure I really was ready to catch her, not wanting to overload me.
I got into a good stance and she then jumped into my arms, and it worked.
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I had asked a woman in that school’s town about jobs, she had told me of her horse farm, I said I might check it out.
I had enrolled in the school for something to do to pass the time.
I went to a classroom and got seated. A boobsy exotic schoolgirl w black rjh hair and a tight gray long-sleeve top sat to my right to socialize with me. We hit it off immediately, and I joked about changing my accent/voice with everyone I met, making it a little surprising/confusing for them to figure out me, the new guy.
In another classroom, a student’s info was on the projector screen, including that he had 2 wives. A rude fat boy seated ahead to my left said, “You mean Wife??” because he was a bully and brainwashed and meddlesome. I and another male student were of course mad at him, both of us telling the rude kid, “Let him live his life.” The rude kid then changed gears, being nicer to us from then on.
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Those dreams were all good firsts/upgrades; entire schools and communities warming up to me immediately, cheerleaders jumping into my embrace, etc.
wed19jun before 7am: Making fun of a short hayden-like officer, but he didn’t know at first, as I was being subtle and in passing, or just observing him passing.
Barracks or base setting, maybe SSP.
Dozens other soldiers walking around, all with high-and-tights, some blonde, all with chill vibe regarding me, as if all war-buddies / teammates, nothing like the shitty always-wrong U.S. Marines.
I went between the rooms, on a light-brown concrete area, somewhat like the futuristic Halo training-area facilities/settings.
Eventually I admitted I had made fun of him, and he was facing me as I told him what I’d really said/meant, but his vibe was calm like the others walking around.
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Walked past some chicks at a spacious white-walls 1-story restaurant, no wall-art, I ended up in the middle of the room at a wrap-around countertop like that for a fancy barista setup, I had a small purple towel I held to my balls as I went to the shower and back, otherwise naked the whole time, and no one noticed/cared/minded. The shower was in a dark/unlit room with an open/doorless double-door archway (not an arch, but a rectangular opening, rather).
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Eli called and said sorry it took so long to apologize to me, we met in a school gymnasium, I was scrolling through pics, trying to find the name of one guy in one (via an image’s file-name), an actor like in Pineapple Express (looked just like James Franco), he stood waiting and eventually made the “I have to shit” noise but was/kept holding it in, waiting for me to find the pic/name. I wonder why I was searching for that. Maybe as a meme/joke I wanted to share.
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Went in to pay at 3 dif places (maybe trying restaurants in this ‘dream’), wrote $20 or so for/on the bill/receipt, and $3 for tip, signed my usual way, short mild tan brunette-bun bag-face woman at register, sat down at table to wait on food to be ready, white walls and waist level partitions, also no wall-art like previous restaurants/’dream’, a few others seated at tables around my spot in the middle of the wide (only) room, a bald 20s Black man w/ light-brown skin and wearing a nice fitted gray suit walked to my table and said “Sir, we are eventually going to have a dress code, so if we see anyone not dressed well…” He was giving me a stern heads-up to not dress casually next time. He was implying they would deny me service. I, still seated at my table and waiting on my to-go order, said I understood and would wear something nice next time.
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Driving around in walled prison outside area,
came to a stop sign, many people were walking all around, some crossing the asphalt street/road, I waited for some to cross, then took my turn, but some cunty chick w black rjh-style hair or ponytail yelled, “You know you just broke a law!” even though I hadn’t, so I drove past her anyway, continuing up a slope and through some open 2-story chain-link gates.
Went inside a building, went up the staircase, it was an office of cubicles and dozens of people, I talked to some at one desk to the left of the top of those stairs, and was shown many dildos in a bin or something (or this may have been another room, like a factory floor before going up to that 2nd-story cubicles-level –and I wonder if this was the partial/proto-manifestation of my toys factory),
then I started to leave, but at the top of the staircase, on a dry-erase board or computer screen, some SJ-like cop-vibe guy showed me a list of dozens of charges, including many “sexual assault” and others, each in its own section/category of the list/webpage, and I got emotional and didn’t understand who had charged me, for I hadn’t wronged anyone; all I’d done was drive to the facility, tour the factory, and walk up into this office. I explained every step of my journey, trying to figure out what had been interpreted by anyone as a crime, and got the vibe/feeling that the people/cops up there in that 2nd-story level felt sympathetic / believed me.
I woke, and of course my first thought was anger at whoever had sent/beamed such a bad/inappropriate/backward dream into/at me, and that if that had been how that dream happened/occurred… then they should be torn/pulled apart, and a thousand cities destroyed as a reminder not to try and scare or dominate or shame me in dream-space or anywhere.
sat22jun before 6am: I was talking to a young brown man outside on a parking lot about joining the Marines b/c we struck up a convo and he said he was about to. I told him what to expect, and of the good, and that I was proud I had. I told him to embrace the travel and adventure, etc.. I remembered my convo verbatim until an hour after being awake.
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I was at a boxy computer on a thick plastic modern desk/table, with a few handheld devices in front of it instead of a keyboard. The handhelds were like reference cards but digital, one showing a few dozen 4digit codes that corresponded to different issues or solutions. A young woman was seated at the boxy computer to my right. Another young woman walked to me at my left and kneeled so we could discuss. It was like my first or second day on the job. I told her I had the gist / hang of it, just not yet having memorized the 4digit codes. I told her I had a telecommunications technical support job before, etc..
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I was sitting with some people, perhaps including that brown man from before, and a blonde white woman, chatting about various things such as my travels. I mentioned that my last/latest trip to another country had been to Mexico, though I had to think about it a moment to confirm, and I had stopped after it, since they had relentlessly harassed me to do drugs. I said, “I cannot emphasize that enough.”, and repeated the word “relentless”, emphasizing it more that 2nd time.
sun23jun, before 4am: I dreamed I was being shown fragrances, or told about them, by an Inara, and as we walked through the luxurious downtown part of a city, taking a stairwell of white paint and glass walls and chrome railing, I joked about how the two fragrances or company/brand names she had said sounded to me, calling one, “wah wah wah” and the other “bah bah bah”, both likely French terms or phrases I struggled to pronounce/recite.
The vibe was of total serenity, peace, goodness; we were lighthearted, she not minding my joke at all, just gracefully leading the way for our tour group of a dozen or two dozen sexy females all shorter than me.
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I entered another dream around 5 or 6 am, even though I was not fully asleep, and kept seeing “through” my eyelids; I didn’t need more than a few seconds to enter “the other side”, nor any focus or even intention/declaration/spells.
mon24jun, before 4:30: Ditulio house upstairs, I in the nexus or kitchen, daytime outside all windows (none covered in curtains, and no shades closed outside), I carrying a handful of papers/writing, not wanting them to see those things, I sensing/hearing him and his wife and children in the next rm/s. I went downstairs. All the walls were white.
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Library, I walking the aisles between the see-through ‘skeleton’ bookshelves (metal framework, not solid wood back-panels), getting books and comics, flipping through one (big pages, bnw), enjoying the great illustrations, deciding to use it in one of my works. Others walking around in the adjacent aisles. I went toward an open conference room at the end of this library, and two men were at its sliding wall, one closing it to block the view of the hovering trapezoid-like ufo with black polka dots on gray exterior coloring. I got the vibe they didn’t want anyone seeing more of it. I sat in the waiting room adjacent that mini-‘lobby’ where the sliding wall had been closed to block the hovering UFO view, which (this adjacent room) was dimmer than the library. Several others were at school-desk-like tables/desks at my sides, like a Starbucks or Panera partitioned-booths area. I said i didn’t have any bad experiences (in my memory/’dreams’ of working with SSP folks/stuff), and that I might be one of the successful human-Gray hybrids. I felt some resistance (similar to hesitation/nervousness) to me making this comment, but I made it, anyway.
tue25jun: I was in a group of military vehicles, mine went (forward) down (across) a big intersection street (daytime, looking like a vaster version of Plano/Frisco), then stopped, and I looked back to see where the others in my convoy/team/squad were, and somehow knew I had time traveled again, they nowhere to be seen.
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I went into a white office room, did some work on a computer, picked up a nice metal pen, saw and briefly spoke with/to jeff ellefson, and left.
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There was much more, but it annoyed me, so I didn’t bother holding the thought/memory of it.
wed26jun before 6:30a: Marc Rialon was sitting on an armchair to my forward right, slouching a bit, and some unseen male gave him shit, so I interrupted the guy and looked at Marc to tell him he is a badass and that we both protect children.
That is true; he just didn’t bother checking before assuming the opposite (in the waking). I have always been a protector, and one far better/smarter than him. I have always tried to enlighten and serve and enable innocent ppl such as children –including nonhuman ones (saving baby animals from being slaughtered by the evil heartless mindless suicidal and homicidal humans).
Marc was moody from his chair but not at me –like his dumb evil ass was in Waking at Pali 2016.
He looked at me, listening, seeming a bit surprised and appreciative.
I did my best to peptalk him and vibe that I am a good guy.
I wonder if he is even capable of thinking, or sensing vibes; he may be just another clogged up and bred-to-be-mindless lapdogs, but I tried.
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There was a little dog or wolf pup, gray and somewhat black, not with spots or patches, but evenly distributed tufts/dots of fur amidst his gray base.
Someone said they had found him or adopted him.
An older (but not old) dog or wolf was with them, interacting well.
The pup was walking and sniffing around, getting to know them, vibing as feeling fine, not stressed it was not with its pack.
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I walked outside between far apart big concrete shapes/forms, on a barren mountaintop. It was mostly dirt, not mud, with exposed lines of rock, like linear boulders in some places. It was like an outpost, but almost spacious enough to be a fob. I was able to easily pick up one pipe suck in a round concret form as big as a car, and drag it, concrete and all, over at an angle to help form a barrier blocking one of the gaps in the rocky terrain wall/perimeter. Zero exertion was required.
I then casually walked back to the middle, where there were inner walls and bunker tops. They were not like complete or obvious bunkers, but the remains of portions of structures that continued underground a level or two. They had not been damaged. It looks like they were just built to look incomplete, perhaps to make them seem natural when spied on from the air or a great distance.
Down inside, I saw a network of different rooms, and walked through several, including joined bathrooms, where I found clean stacked bedding/comforters and other gear left for whomever occupied this compound/bunker later. It was not all the same color, nor military/drab colors, but a variety of normal civilian colors. I told someone what I was seeing, as if there was a telepathic or intercom connection.
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There was much more; many more dreams (such as work in an office, on some of my writing and designs/art, which I have been doing in both the waking and ‘dreaming’ sides for years now). None were bad. All were neutral/fine. Not sexy like sometimes, but neutral.
thu27jun: many dreams, as usual these days
Blacks (mostly women) playing musical instruments, telling me something about them finally able to play their traditional/ancestral ones again after a long while
fri28jun before 5am: I was being shown bulletnotes about a powerful angel.
One was that her name was Anecaborlite.
I asked why if she is female does her name sort of sound male.
The teacher said her name was meant to be read backward / upsidedown, thus it sounds like Etilorakena.
Something like that, anyway.
Suggesting that the Angel realm is upsidedown from our POV.
There were a dozen or so bulletnotes.
I had read and written copies of all but the last one.
I then saw an image of her face, and she looked like redhead african Bailey hottie.
When awakened, I saw the memory of the glowy brunette with shoulderlength hair who walked the edge of the room where the retards pretending to speak in tongues and laugh on the floor for no reason in that dallas hotel were; she was the one eyeing me, her vibe as rude and stupid as her looks were perfect (minus her short hair).
I had started reading and sounding out the last bulletnote, leaning closer to see it better… but my alarm woke me before I started writing it down with the rest I had copied.
They looked to be on a poster or plaque hanging on a display scaffolding of chrome.
I was being introduced to an Angel, as if disclosure is both on the waking and dreaming side.
Disclosure has also been via my imagining side; I have been disclosing much via my writing/publishing.
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There were many more dreams. Curious that I remember far better when not alarm awoken. Why does a sudden wakeup hide most memories? Can they be recovered later?
These past two nights, all the dreams have been neutral to good, and I have had full/long conversations with decent-vibe ppl in them.
How interesting/alignment that I was told many details/facts/aspects/qualities about another female Arch Angel… while in my most peaceful mindset/state… while within visual range of Mt Shasta, said to be secret home of an entire city of their kind still present/hiding here/there. “There are no coincidences.” The Angels keep revealing more and more about themselves to me, no conversion to evil christianity needed, as the corrupt/evil false-human townsfolk around that mountain claimed/pretended. Duh. I always get what I seek/want. Amen.
sat29jun before 7:50am: AEP was carving up little watermelon hors d’oeuvres on a countertop, I saw how he formed little artistic triangle patterns on the slices, and I tried one, a few other males our age standing around doing the same
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I was looking at a 4-panel comic-like meme with/featuring Stay-Puft marshmallow man playing a drum-set, saying I march to the beat of a different drum, then firing a rifle as a member of a militia, about being a republican or something
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another great first: me instantly detecting, rushing toward, and defeating a combined demonic/evildoer/spiritual attack/lure; AEP and SF both called me upstairs in AEP’s house, I heard in their tone they were up to no good again, I went up and saw they had dark evil eyes, they both tried pressuring me to accept an evil unneeded medical procedure/organization, I immediately shut down their scam to trick me into letting the V.A. try hurting me again, and I pointedly asked both of them, one at a time, several questions, such as if they were doctors, and how many years they have studied the medical system, since they knew nothing about the topic they were insanely parroting
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a sexy mild-tan brunette teen/20s girl walked out her front door and roller-skated after the mailman who had just put some letters in her nice house’s cul de sac mailbox, and she open-mouth kissed him while her father kept getting the mail back at the curb, everyone fine with that; beautiful healthy compatible interaction at least in dream-space or whatever dreams really are
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many more, perhaps all night
sun30jun before 8am: talking to very/dark tan guy in room like walk-in fridge but not cold, both of us hanging out sitting on its dark concrete gray floor,
he telling me of eating nonvegan stuff, and he ate a scrambled egg or something while we sat there.
I didnt like that, and I told him of a vegan breakfast sandwich made with folded JustEgg and vegan meat/bacon, maybe also telling him the place I had found/gotten it in town nearby.
then I was above him,
and had a drawing I was working on, showing me in bed with covers up to my chest, and a few ppl around me, all drawn in blue ink. I held the drawing and moved it over to maybe show or work on it some more.
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decal being put on big brown paper draped over hood of a classic car
hispanic guy was getting it centered
it was a blue animal and splash, like a narrow group of lines on one side that spread out and became a wave foam end wider on other side, with a blue gator mascot or something in the middle, a little white for its eyes, and a little red for its mouth
it got flipped the other way once ready to be applied to the hood, the brown paper drapped…now gone
He let me review it, and I started thinking it would look okay on this wide hood classic oldies car that was in mint condition.
He walked off to maybe start the paperwork while I finished picturing it.
His vibe was good/chill.
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was in a big room or shaded outdoor area like at an SPCA, but it was silent/quiet; no barking. There was a midsized dog which came into view. It was brown and had pointy ears. Its vibe was nice/chill. I had pet it, I think. It left. I looked for it, and saw it with a turtle or other animal nearby, inside a caged/fenced section of the room. It came back to me a moment later.
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in a laundromat but it only had one washing machine, I got in line, waited my turn, went to a table to the side for a moment, returned when the woman ahead of me was finished, started setting my stuff down, starting with a plastic bag of fajitas, on the top of the open machine, and that moody retard xian fake-mason Davis? (from -irl in waking- 2/7 barracks where he tried to tell me not to talk shit about his evil scam relig which was based on talking shit to others, doc1 introducing us, he the same guy who left me stranded when my shitty car gas pedal wasn’t starting the vehicle out past Twentynine Palms… Not Davis; Davis was the Hawaiian skinny chill guy. What was this fake-mason’s name…? Johnie Ray Clark) was in line behind me and looked mad, he idiotically assuming I had cut in line, he having never been good at paying attention to life/things/details, and I looked at him and said “what? I was in line.”
I loaded my laundry, read the instructions, put in a capful of detergent, set the dial so it turned the little light green light oval on, and then looked at and opened the side panel of the standing partition sign which was all a tan color like very old faded paper with more info on it in black ink printed, several other people walking by behind it
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There was much more, as usual these days.
Maybe there always were dreams/events all night; my whole life, I just unable to recall them when I used to be woken so suddenly and loudly by alarms and such back in phase1 etc..
Calling dreams just dreams… might cheapen/change them, causing them to beCome “just dreams”… when they were more than that before being regarded or stated as “just dreams”. Do not assume they are “just” anything. Let them be what they are. Experience them.

JULY:

1july: first time singing in dream? Pacific Coast Hwy
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many other dreams
2jul: Tried shooting a bald cauc guy many times, including in head, but it did nothing, and I was not happy about the pistol being so weak
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many other dreams
3jul: My jrotc ribbons stack was being looked over by some bad-vibe loser dark-hair male I could tell didn’t believe it (that I had earned that many). (Also, the stack looked bigger than normal, as if I was zoomed in, or it was like a poster-size printout of the original.) He asked what some were. I didn’t rmbr all their names, as it has been decades since I earned them (and since they all look so similar). He, being retarded (default negative), interpreted that to mean they really were fake/unearned. What a fool. I didn’t bother explaining; he was too stupid (retarded) to understand/accept explanations, logic, or evidence.
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many other dreams
4jul: Before 130. Was sliding on a concrete smooth polished floor away from lit or open area to area, perhaps to lab rooms or garage doors, then slid under approaching jeep, reached up and felt metal or black plastic grooves piece overhead, most of its grooves parallel w my body and direction of travel, as if i was om a mechanic wheeled cart but lower, and almost hit my head but made it under as it moved toward my feet and on past me
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a hottie tan teen n hs or college was glaring, vibing we had fucked (and I’d cum in her pussy) and she felt i had wronged her by leaving too soon or something, telepathically signaling me from across a room full of other students in her age bracket, i saw her eyes, i kept moving past, a low partition btwn us, like n a lit cafeteria, ended up in a classroom sized gym, glass walls, metal frames as if the skeleton of the school bldg was visible through all its sides and top, most who entered were taller than me (bizarre, mutant, inappropriate of them; not what I asked for), and 1 was a rude male w short dark hair like that retard deathcult skinny in bs gym. An intercom announcement was made. They filed out the door i had entered through, then came back in. I made my way to the corner far from the door, though the room was just a square floorspace and small size, so it got crammed/cramped/crowded in there, i could not see past the taller shoulders, i hoped she would not be among those entering, as i did not want to he near such a bad-vibes judgy angry cunt. She did not enter (at least SOME of what I asked for happened –and that’s another phase2 sign/marker).
I ended up exiting the room and ended up n another hall or cafeteria, all good-vibes there, but someone hurt my hand, possibly poking it. It didn’t hurt much, but i noticed the damage and commented on / joked about the surprise as i left, moving as if telekinetically sliding. Other hotties were approaching, we chatting in passing. I began levitating up and away at an angle through the middle of this large room/hall.
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Ended up n an unlit cafeteria, alone, saw many food glass cases, open and filled w personal pizzas, each on a circle plate, low and flat plates, i remembered having one earlier in some other dream tonight, and chose the kind i had eaten back then, one a thin crust w both pizza sauce and ranch already spread upon it, and i folded it over and dipped it in more ranch, still n the case, holding it as i began to munch on it.
How rude, inappropriate, primitive, and evil of that bitch to be repellent/repulsive bad-vibes mad-dog-ing. Prob some evil lowlife misusing dream-tech’. Unsurprising. Uninspired.
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There was much more, such as others met, a dark room, weapons, talks, etc.
I only remembered the pizza end when woke, then thought a few minutes and the angry girl part got remembered, then thought a few minutes more and the sliding under jeep part got remembered but not all the way, i vaguely remembering where had been far more about sliding on that hallway floor, and i wondered if i was about to rmbr a fourth part…but not yet
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before 7am: lots of weird dreams with food in them;
clearing food out of a ship’s corners and pits with a giant fork the size of a man, other sailors (all 20s/30s-looking) walking around as I worked,
going through a cafeteria or restaurant or something,
being out at sea, floating on something, and seeing the whole sea full of dead floating fish amidst a pale peanut butter-colored not-water substance, pointing it out or asking about it to those on board (asking if the sea was dead),
walking through multiple metal detector rows, first to enter a downtown building, then through a dim corner/hall/turn, then through another row, behind a taller broad-shouldered ogre-like bald deformed-ish man in a shirt etc., with many other people around, and ending up in a long room with a slip-n-slide to square red-outlined floor-holes down to some other room I was trying to get to, and some busser/waiter/employee loaded up one side with ice and then trays of burgers of different types, and nuggets, etc., settled down in that ice, blocking the square hole I was going to use to go down, since I think those on the other/first long-wall side were to come UP from that lower level,
etc.
..I wasn’t hungry when I went to bed, nor caring much about food, let alone the junkfood and seafood I saw in the dreams, so why did I dream it? Curious. Gross.
~jul5: Lfb demontard making face as i warned her about doctors
‘she’ (it) standing on marblewood back patio, door open, i inside, stern, eyes aimed at her/it while I corrected its idiocy, it apparently having tried spreading more dumbass evil lies promoting the pharma cartel / illegitimate human ‘authorities’.
decided not to write this down until jul11; was annoyed by this inappropriate dream/contact/bs, plus that of the dreams of the next few days. besides, I was busy typing up the sharktank-inisfree stuff.
Still, this was another overall-good dream and possible first; me staying firm in telling true things, ‘locking on’ false-humans, etc..
~jul6: Sf w cocaine bags; kilos
~jul7: Me upset and calling out for ambi, remembering having seen her 3/+ times IRL
jul11 before 6am: First time seeing someone suicide; shot self in side of head after walking down aptmt stairs inside aptmt, white walls, no mess.
Ambi on black couch there, playing vid game or watching tv.
Coffee table.
Another black cpuch at 90deg. She on the one facing tv. Suicider on one at angle closer to btm of inside stairs and door and window.
Didnt fully kill them; saw their eyes blinking as they were shifted a bit where they fell.
I told her that my mil sense of humor wasnt from the mil; it was how i was/joked b4 mil.
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Rode in tiny 5seater airplane.
Pilot did okay.
We flew low.
I got out and then rode on underside panel/wing in breeze.
Then was atop a truck, like a cylinder tanker, and it had an issue, one circle hatch open, cement starting to dry and thicken, so a few ppl approached, a woman climbing up on its other side, i next, all of us being told by a man how to open it and help.
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Walking through Lowe’s-like store, military officers, one like the blonde army kid irl, but didnt look as blobby/comiclike like the Untied Status main char’. I showed him some phone pics/memes. He chatted w several others. We told military jokes.
I saw him hugging a toilet later, as if intoxicated and passed/ing out.
2nd day in Lowe’s, i joked about it.
He looked at my phone i slid over, this time making joke about wanting to see pics of me having sex, not memes or whatever i had showed.
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People dancing at rave on yacht or shore nearby. They slid their skirt down, one by one. Woman had white skin, black hair, like the ambi-like pornstar eastern eur/rus. But she had a pink nipple at top front of both thighs. I tried to think if that was normal.
A tan male like peter north did same, had same.
I left to empty part of megayacht.
Moose-bull-deer hybrids, group of five, trotted down yacht stairs, orange brown color, slid on smooth cream colored floor several feet until carpet edge, stood up, heard the last one breathe.
They repeated this movement a few times, or i replayed it via time travel 3x.
I counted the group the 3rd time.
The big ones were in front and back, like security for their little ones in middle.
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so much more
12jul before 6a: was in jeep, parking under an overpass,
drove around a snowy town, it was darkish, but not night, more like evening overcast,
no sound, no other traffic
Rio showed up, got in my Jeep, helping park it in a big garage, but the floor was not level, and the top was not latched, and I was sitting in the hood, so when he stopped too suddenly, my weight and the weight of the hinged windshield and other things shifting forward… caused the jeep to tip over on its front, then keep rolling until on its top, spilling my stuff.
He got out, unhurt, and was apologetic.
We noticed the windshield had cracked and shattered but stayed in one piece. There was no way to see through it.
We began discussing what to do.
I gathered my spilled luggage and loose items from around the upsidedown jeep.
His mom was there at some point, vibe neutral. Not sure if she helped me gather me spilled things.
I began to think it was good in a way that the jeep got overturned, because now all my stuff was better remembered and repacked.
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Moved in with him at a nice apartment, he had upgraded,
did not have my bags w me, just entered and skipped the actual move-in part/steps,
another big tv, but not as big as in boze basement aptmt, his hair was long again like in the beginning irl.
I took a nap on a bed, and woke when others had arrived, perhaps half a dozen or fewer in the studio aptmt wall-less bedroom, and i saw he was sitting on the bed beside me, both of us amused at how that made it seem to the guests, but no one was rude about it, all just amused at the situation/appearance.
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I knew I would have to find another place to stay, of course, and started thinking about where to go.
I was glad I could stay solo and do what I wanted, thanks to my budget.
I wondered if that made me look too fortunate to him/then.
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I started building vertical rectangular prism guard towers somewhere, not w Rio. Their dark metal frames were already in place. I was adding brick-like fronts to their square tops, in groups of blocks stacked 3 tall, as if attached like Duplos/big Legos. They were different pastel colors, such as green, purple, red, and a few white. The corner stacks were thicker blocks. When some didn’t quite fit, I slid them out and tried other stacks, and then switched to using single blocks. I tried placing tiny blocks, unsuitable for the faces/sides, like protrusions on the top block of each corner 3stack, but they did not stick/stay, so I set them back down on the pile beside the latest tower I had filled in the top front face/side of.
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I saw a spillway underpass, 4 orange basketball-sized things on cables like rollers, swinging down, just over, or riding on, the waterflow as it started coming down the concrete curve, but no water reached me, and the 4 things swung back out and up into direct sunlight
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There was so much more, hours of dreams all night. Not like ssp stuff at all this time.
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First time standing on a small boulder and shitting down its back slope
sun14jul before 2am:
I was alongside a murky river, daytime, or on a big boat or barge, slow moving, a group jumping dn in the water, i may have gotten n it w them, did not feel cold or stuck by current.
Another group was readying to get in that same river spot. They had troop fatigues, 4tube nvg helmet mounted, shorts, White men, just 1 squad, like Recon. I looked back at the river and wondered if the current would be an issue, but everyone seemed calm and confident.
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In a breakroom w white walls and dry-erase board, briefly, like a Jiffy-lube waiting area
In a small gym, hoody or sweatshirt over t-shirt, doing some weights or something, someone to my left said my muscles were not starting to show / be defined. I did not respond. Just kept moving to stations/weights.
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In a mechanic shop, guy hurrying to work under a damaged and unstable truck trailer, i saw it was near the point of tipping to crush him under there, i hurried around to see if i could stop it, then warned him and the guy standing beside it/us, and i went to stand on the bumper to try and buy him time to safely get out. He made it out, and 3 of them thanked me, one by one walking alongside or atop it to shake my hand, he included in that line to me.
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Outside, seated in my vehicle, watching as small groups/families walked around, tall thick evergreen trees, one grpup of 4, man with black rich shoulderlength haor and traditional fancy India robe garb, accent, saying he/they wondered what was open / where to get something to eat.
I wanted to help, but then thought they r prob nonvegan.
They turned and walked toward a 2stpry dirt and grass slope up toward side of big lodge log cabin w wrap-around porch, log railing, dark brown logs
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Walking outside, saw a man in front of me helping little turtles learn to walk and hurry up a rocky slope, like a trench or route up a half-story boulder, the turtle being guided up it made focused straining lunges and it was fun to watch.
then walled arpund ot and saw a narrow pond or tub, like a koi fish tank, some turtles in it, one person standing n it, and a short boy stood back agaonst the front of my shons instinctively for safety as we watched, and a man noticed and smiled at me aboit it,
I walked on a sidewalk to the right, seeing a bigger pond and/or farmland, got vibe pf being watched by annoying youths to the right, turned left to see / and saw more crops growing, some against the outside of a greenhouse/hoop-house.
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Was walking through the inside of a wide fancy restaurant/buffet, btwn aisles where waiters had left used plates, drinking glasses/chalices, and uneaten food. As i got back to the spacious walkway separating that area from the seating/dining section, a waiter in a tux approached. He was carrying more of the same. He said we can eat leftovers, and even add syrup or something to one.
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A mild fight or tension was breaking out in the seating area. I began to position myself amidst it. Some staff mbr tried to tell me what to do. I karate kicked over a table and it happened in slow motion. A rude old white man w close-cut silvery gray or white hair got cunty, ignoring me as i guided innocents to safety. I pulled a small kitchen knife out and pointed it at his face, saying he was being a cunt, calling him out. He tried to ignore me still but was mad. I aimed the knife at his right eye and said he ought to have his eyes put out for that.
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much more
and, as with ALL my dreams, it never felt like I was a slave or being used or tricked; always felt free to roam as I pleased, chat with others as I pleased, use girls for sex/love, whatever, not like what SSP “whistleblower” Outlander-humans have claimed of their own ‘dream’ recalls
sun14jul again (went back to sleep): between 6 and 7am: advising ppl?
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remembered more b4 alarm went off. …Were alarms invented to prevent remembering dreams?
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in a restaurant, asked for fruit w no chemicals, said just sugar, so i went and got some at the empty bar n dim/luxurious lighting
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Kate Pretorious short btr v… I handed her the white flexible togo dessert box with lid hinged open, a few dif doughnuts and doughnut holes inside; glazed, powdered sugar, white cake, etc.
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multiple times in dream tried reciting and writing all dreams down
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many more
mon15jul: unsure; alarm sound/frequency/suddenness seems to make remembering ‘dreams’ difficult/impossible
tue16jul, before 6a: was at a widescreen nice pc in a white classroom, long desks modern, classmates or coworkers at my sides, cute white brunette straight hair teacher walking around, I had several browser windows or apps open on my screen, one showed adult stuff, another showed a game being developed, another showed text or program code, desktop bg image somewhat visible behind all those, I closed the adult one when teacher walked around and saw, but she said nothing and didnt mind
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I saw many rich hotties, dozens or more, and was being telepathically pestered a bit for not initiating convos w them over the years, that whole “missed opportunities” harassment bs lie. Tan, white, all hair colors, elven features, dif rich locations such as parties, lofts, country clubs, etc.. But they seemed chill and it was nice to see the most attractive normal healthy faces and bodies I have seen in waking or dreaming.
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Ended up getting another meh apartment in another montana town edge. Walked around its nearby area, not happy about ending up in that situation again.
3x walked or drove a side street route, the first time just to get back to the rental,
2nd time bc i noticed an overpass or intersection feature that was interesting,
3rd time to see if it was an overpass Or intersection, and I saw it was a gravel rd intersection off the hwy, vehicles of dif types parked along its sides, similar to the Helena town edge place I once had.
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Was in an upstairs room like a fusion of foard and daisy ln houses, i had waist-height bookshelves w many old-looking very nice colorful hardback books which had indention gold spine letters labels. I had another widescreen pc monitor on a stack or horizontal pc tower on the floor to their left. Daylight mild through windows. Pale carpet. Pale walls. I saw through the walls that eli was coming upstairs and, after talking to a relative out there atop the landing, about to knock on the door, so i opened it right as he started the first knock. He came in and sat down. We started chatting. He comically made a face and small sound, then leaned back, as if to show he had been unable to fart. I said, “oh, you are trying to make a human.” We laughed a moment about that.
Then i noticed the wall clock was like a futuristic cuckoo clock bc its fireman action figure started moving while holding a curved lit red straw-thin tube that also moved, the red tube being slid over an inner thinner clear or white tube like a thick string to guide it, and there are 5 or so different motions it made the fireman figurine do, moving in arcs/circles in the air in front of the clock face. I exclaimed how cool it was, and that it was the first time i had seen that.
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There was much more.
wed17jul, before 1:30a: was standing at btm of a staircase, writing on something on a collapsible card table, hearing specwar guys upstairs talking about recent losses of their fellows. I started writing the names of those they said had died. Then i was outside, desert, day, hearing same talk but on radio, dif voices naming more lost specwar guys, and i saw visions like remote viewing of banners made from walking sticks with torn fabric and spent large casings.
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saw a brown skinned arab or india man dragging an awake sitting man of similar skin and beard back away, in dim hall, and he made a scalpel slit on the vein om the back of his right hand, and then another slit on his right bicep, and the man dragged did not flinch or cry out, just looking up at the one dragging him.
Others had been dragged, too, before and after that guy.
Was I remembering/witnessing some involuntary medical experiment on a group of captives who’d been paralyzed from the neck down so they could not feel or resist/flee?
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So much more
thu18jul, before 555a: was in an extremely nice tall fancy light-brn woodwalls well lit classroom, a couple dozen or so others in there, and I had a stack of papers, my many notes and writing. Somehow, upon re-entering this room for a new class-day, I was driving in, and saw a pretty young woman in a fitted light blue soft shirt that hugged her big perky tits perfectly. Her vibe was perfect. I turned around so I was now facing my vehicle back at the doors I had entered, and so my rolled down driver side window was alongside her own, and we smiled and began chatting like that, in our side by side vehicles. It came time to pick who to partner up with for an assignment, and I looked her way, asking her if I may sit with her. She brightened up, surprised and happy and honored, agreeing. I sat down at her round table and began reading her own stack of papers, finding she had done lots of writing, great thinking, and I loved her work. Victor schauberger was mentioned in her work, for his nature/flow-based idea/tech’, but she had spelled his name as one word, and with a dif first name, such as roger or robert or something. I asked her if she had read or known of victor, seeing if that was the same person she was referring to. Her bright intelligent eyes and honest vibe showed me she did / it was one and the same. I could tell there was natural attraction between us, “magnetic”; we would soon be fuckbuddies after our class. She had model features, boobsy, sandy blonde, shoulderlength sexy hair, well groomed, always sitting facing me, eager to be closer with such a fellow soul/spirit/called.
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in a mountainous nation, green grasy darkish terrain, crags and perhaps lhasa architecture around, daylight but overcast soothing light, a nice guide at my right front vehic window, wearing a traditional timeless masculine robe like an ancient india person might wear, but he was caucasian -maybe tan or light brown w White facial structure- w brown wavy hair cut about half a foot long, chatting in English, time for me to give him a tip, I saw many coins on my center console and the seat space between my legs, some gold, some silvery like dimes. He only vibed as hoping for or needing a modest payment/help, but i picked up my biggest coin, which looked like a rounded rectangle cookie with ridges, and read its indention letters and numbers, and chose to hand him that one, far more than the normal rate. He was kind, saying he did not need that much. I vibed as giving and grateful, wanting him to have it, as he had treated me well. He nodded and accepted it, grateful, too. It would help him. I said all I wanted was to get these notes/ideas of mine home to my own land so I could copy them down and be done with it, on to the next step, I said as my right hand patted the top of the loose papers on my front psgr seat, which he understood. He walking on his way, I then drove ahead on mine. Always nice to do nice things for nice ppl and then be free to continue my way. Always nice to give the most/best to those who are good/deserving.
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drove amidst tan boulders on a flat green curving terrain, came to a steeper curve by a river canal trench moat-like waterway to my right, a few feet deep and flowing, thought or said aloud how I hoped there was a gas station somewhere nearby over the ridge I was approaching, and then I somehow made my vehic turn and hop across the gap, landing without jarring it, and drove another hundred or so feet up the now all gray rock curve terrain slope until in a cave-like breezeway where their embassy or border checkpoint office was, a few uniformed men came out to greet me, one urging the man in white suit to play the piano outside their office doors, which he did, I stood politely with my luggage at my feet and my passport/papers in hand, smiling nicely, looking forward to meeting them and taking my next travel step, followed the leader in forest green suit uniform in the double office glass doors, sat at their desk in well lit whitewalls office, a dark brown skin bald/shaved young man walked in after me, all their vibes good, professional, and they began asking normal questions, starting with why I wanted to be there. I told them I had always wanted to see their country. The shaved man spoke of some highlights he enjoyed about his country, such as its good mexican restaurants/food, which surprised me bc i did not know that existed on their side of the world, it like tibet or a hidden magical mountain land. There was no stamp or fee; they would let me in, for I had been my normal positive professional hopeful self, and theirs was a wise ppl who sensed vibes/intent, nothing like the idiot human border checkpoint turds of canada or mexico who sensed nothing and rudely insanely pointlessly talked shit at good men such as me.
I woke naturally, no alarm.
fri19jul, before dawn, was in a courtroom or something.
Then casino, passing through a low dark wood partition gate flanked by 2 security guards who were frailer/shorter than me, and there was a bald judge-robe guy facing away / facing the wall ahead, his face not visible to me, other uniformed shorter/normal humans/males along the walls of that lit ~10′-ceiling room.
Then filing into a cylindrical silo like dim blk walls rm w others, and a challenge or test, having to find or convert big coins before losing some memory. The coins were like big dark (not shiny) pennies with white discoloration marks all over their faces/sides.
I climbed up to a catwalk-like level a few stories above the bottom inside that cylinder, and kneeled with a young woman who started explaining the game/process to me. I worried that I didn’t have the coin, or the way to convert a coin, but then a coin appeared in my hand, and I showed it to someone climbing up a ladder to our scaffolding/catwalk level, happy, relieved.
Before I could use it, I heard the Waking pickup pulling off onto the shoulder to the left of my suv, woke, sat up, looked at it, and felt grateful it had interrupted another unwanted dream/system, its timing, if not directly/consciously due to the driver, curiously ‘coincidental’; right when I needed help snapping out of the spellbinding/worrisome game in Dreamspace.
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Went back to sleep while sky still dark blue, no longer night-black.
Then ‘dreamed’ I was in a room like the marblewood upstairs bedrm but bigger, more spacious, and eli came up/in, and i had packed up my olive-drab duffel bag and maybe another piece of luggage, and I noticed my brown-paper big easel-sized notes (sheets of paper) on the bathroom-door wall were (had been) removed (I remembering them being there from earlier in this life/’dream’, though it was not part of this current nap/dream/memory/vision/fantasy/whatever I was viewing/in), and new art or notes on white easel-paper were now in their place near the floor (lower on that same wall).
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Then was meeting an older man in YC realtor office, first on phone, then in a side room of their realtor suite, watched a promo video while reading a printout, he came in and we talked n person, still the prices were n the millions but i wasnt phased, then i saw a framed photo of him younger, buff, toned, tan, in foreign garb and holding a curved short sword golden, and realized he too had been an adventurer, so we talked about that.
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Was atop a carrier flight deck or even its tower, on edge, looking dn, one man near, asking if i wanted to try jumping into the water, and i wondered if it would hurt, but decided i could do it
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so much more; other meetings, talks, locations/settings, computer use, etc.
still 19jul: btwn Mt Vernon town and John Day on hwy26: For some reason, I just remembered a ‘dream’/? of being in a snowy Russia town motel on a winter’s night, a snowcapped butte on its side of the snowy hwy, 1 gas station near its corner (well lit from flat covering over the pumps, and its store lit/open), very few ppl around (if any; unseen), 2story long brown (posb. brick) building (that motel was). What was I doing there, and why am I remembering it years after ‘dreaming’ it? Interesting.
sun20jul, before 6 or 7a: was in YC cabin townhouse or something, upstairs, rich teens entered, I had some of my guns out, they chatted with me and each other, some staying downstairs, similar layout to marblewood thus i could see them down in the living room, they didnt care i had guns, a party was mentioned, one said good thing i didnt go –bc it was already late, and it was in L.A.; too far. But a hot bitch had gone, amd the vibe was that she was being talked about bc they were there to see if I was interested in her, helping us hook up later.
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I had also mingled a hotties in YC at a party, perhaps at the Waypoint or a mansion cabin earlier, and another event was coming up.
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A hottie like sahar or maggie lindemann or Horny Kate was sitting (topless?) on my bed, chill, waiting for sex, while i guarded the stairs-top w a modified assault rifle or something for a moment, enjoying that she could see the quality of the weapon and the fact I was comfortable holding/using it in front of her.
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So much more; and now/often doing my life’s work in the Dreamspace (on computer screens, etc.), meeting the kind of people (normal; in their primes, permanently, vibing politely/appropriately) I always deserved and wanted to <3
I am foreseeing and/or manifesting my soul-tribe (real friends at last).
the following night, still Sunday –before 11:32p: Fluffy was in my dreams for the first time! He flew to me and tried to land on me, and I tried to carefully help him, but he didn’t quite grip me well enough, so he swooped down to the floor/ground, and I kneeled to make sure he was okay, and to offer to help him if he wanted to try gripping my shirt front again.
Unfortunately, then the 2 fake parents appeared, so I as usual did my best to be calm and polite in spite of their unwelcome presence and typical retarded tactic of trying to trick me into thinking they were innocent.
The fake fathr, almost timidly and almost begging me, said to be mild or toned down or something.
He asked something else then, and I thought of the X-Files show, deciding to use it as an analogy to help explain a simple concept to these two fools whose kind (modern humans) had always failed to grasp even those (simple concepts explained slowly and very well).
First, I asked if they remembered that show, and described it to help refresh their usually-terrible (allegedly, anyway; they lied about so much) memories. I said, “Dana Scully and Fox Mulder; do you remember those two? They were FBI agents whose job was to investigate cases the FBI hadn’t solved, so they might encounter a murderous mutant, or a ghost, a rogue General, a black-ops team, or an alien, etc..”
I then used the episode about the genetically modified girls all named Eve. I said they, ever since childhood, had “just known” things; “We just knew.” they had said of their telepathic connection to each other, and about various things they had sensed, and about how they planned things so cleverly.
My point in referencing that episode part was that I, too, had always had more intelligence and senses than the humans I grew up amidst, and I had likely been some other kind of genetic modification/upgrade.
mon21jul, before 6am: was in a school like the bigger college version of Renner junior high or Shepton junior high, classrooms with sand-tan walls, dozens of students in each, Ellen Cleary and other hottie shorties in them, everyone with smiles and good vibes, a cute brunette shorty teacher having some turn in or read their assignments, ceiling about 20′ up, well lit, individual desks, I at first felt stressed bc I didn’t have the completed hw others had, but no one asked/pressured me for it, Ellen and another sexy teen schoolgirl sitting at her left side were both facing me across the widest space between their row of desks and mine, I took my shirt off and realized my big back tattoo and other tats were showing and being admired, some students were in awe, I was concerned about my abs fat, but no one cared, so I relaxed / calmed down and left my shirt off, we were then outside along a canal or shallow campus waterway with a black metal railing with a flat top a student rode his bicycle skillfully on, and I clapped for him, and clapped again when he tipped off and splashed down in the water, making sure he knew I meant to support his bravery, not make fun that he lost balance at the end. He stayed positive and jovial, saying that is why he doesn’t get the girls. He got back over the railing from the water to the terraces side and rejoined the dozens of other students sitting there. Then I was back inside, but now in an auditorium, not a flat classroom, and I was seated in a cluster of desks, everyone chatting in polite volume about an assignment or something, and I noticed John Hasley was seated to my right, he and 2 of his friends working together to slowly subtly slide all our desks sideways my way until mine bumped the door or wall, which made a brief thud and got us all laughing. He was so much nicer than irl. I wonder if that is how he would have been if not for his relig’tard pastor father irl; maybe he was tense bc of abuse like I was being put through back in junior high irl.
Ellen ended up standing right in front of me, I focusing on her beautiful arms skin as she handed out something. I felt sexual energy/attraction between us.
Class started being dismissed, but I stayed until I and others at my group of desks realized I was now in the next class, which was for other students, not in my own class; I needed to hurry out and get to another classroom. The last student I saw the face of was brown like someone from India, and had a good facial structure and black hair tied back.
I went out into the hall/nexus, and it was brown polished bricks like at Renner. Dozens of others were walking between classes out there. All were calm and polite. A few were taller and vibing as teachers directing the students if needed. I did some high jumps and flips effortlessly, and no one minded, some probably excited. I then walked down a brief staircase of a few wide steps of the same brown polished floor bricks, ending up in a theater classroom that was dimly lit, and there were fewer students in it, all walking around, class not yet started.
This was another great appropriate dream-space event and leveling up, bc I was now entirely with good souls in a good school, and had my shirt off, and didn’t have to do the hw, etc..
tue23jul, before 7a: dreams all night, so many, did not fully rmbr several after waking in predawn/night, tried to but did not, fell back asleep.
At 7:15a, makes me think I am seeing multiple lifespans/timelines; doing things in different areas with different people in the same night might indicate overlapping lives like ssp ppl spoke of, or I have the ability to see alternate futures, or ability to remember or experience dif past lives at once
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was with a sexy boobsy Asian girl, prob japanese, getting close, learning her language, starting to hook up w her,
then was in a line for food, maybe at a cafeteria, thinking of trying speaking japanese w the japanese elven guy working behind the tall food display case.
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was in Army green coat uniform reenlisting even as a 41yr old, amused at my own shaved facial hair and cut short hair, standing casually in a line in a room w apartment-low ceiling, normally lit, dozens of others, Malik and Beshirs in there, Malik asking me where going, I said U.T. (univ of tx), he perked up and said something positive about that, asked why I chose it, I said something pos
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Beshirs-looking boobsy shorty barbie was on side in bed, I spooned from behind, felt her big firm tits, felt great,
then was standing in another line behind her, stood close, arm around her waist, my face feeling the bottom right side of her silky neck
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In an airplane that was like a small commercial or big skydiving plane, odd short wide hatch open on side, a few skydivers in dark blue jumpsuits jumped out, I looked down and wondered if I could, then did, and looked back or saw overhead of instructor in dark orange prone w head out hatch looking down, then that instructor slid out and fell down past the side curve of plane, over rural patchwork landscape,
then back n my body/pov, pulled rear cord instd of front cord, imagined reserve chute opening, looked and saw unused front pullcord, wondered if it would work that i had pulled reserve instd of main, wondered if i would have to use my curved pocket knife to sever reserve cords before deploying main, but no tangle or prob as i kept descending in daylight, no wind or gravity felt
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Was in a white/lit prison cell, told to try on the bright orange prison pants, did, they were baggy but fit, soft like pajamas/sweatpants, kept my olive drab green loose mil pt tshirt on, arms out at sides, turned around to see what warden/escort thought, chill vibes, i walked out of the open cell/room, into a catwalk-level / 2nd-story indoor-balcony hallway/nexus
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There was another petite face-model girl whose perfect lips I kissed, and big good-sized tits I felt. A kelsi-like icv? Ariel? Another redhead i spellcrafted?
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Even though inappropriate humanimals from Phase 1 were in the dream (Malik, Beshirs), everyone vibed appropriately, and those who looked like the Phase 1 morons/scum either had learned to behave or have been replaced with superior versions. Overall, and on most levels, a very good dream (minus the haircut and reenlisting bit lol). Still… kinda gives me the feeling it was a dream designed to pleasantly distract me from trying to remember the sequence of ‘dreams’ that came before going back to sleep and Having/reCeiving it.
wed24jul, before 7:30a: so many before the beach one, all of them mild/pleasant/good (no unwelcome waking-scumbag lookalikes)
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Walking outside to get food at a drive-through, saw samm’ working at the to-go window, dozen other workers inside with her, all uniformed in pastel gray-blue shirts/outfits, no hats or aprons, wanted my brkfst burrito warmed after I’d received it from her/them, it was wrapped in baking paper and then tinfoil, I put it on Jeep driver-side floorboard near a heat vent on/behind pedals, went back to see samm later, she was happy to see me both times
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was helping storm the beaches of Normandy, no one was shooting at us from the clifftop bunkers, crept along edge of cliffs, saw guys sitting in shadows in one bunker, they looked at me but stayed seated, tossed grenade in, it did not explode but i imagined it vaporizing them, then was atop cliffs at evening, with many troops staged there, i and a few others practicing baseball swings, walking sunset aftermath and chatting, others chatting nearby, got dark, 4 of them/us got arrested and put in small white cages/boxes/cells for running drugs
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brief flashes of memory of other/related dreams, but gone before could write notes here about them
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building Legos on light/medium-gray carpet-like surface, a row of black pressure plates like in minecraft, to trigger flat lightbars red behind them, adding partitions and a few other parts between the plates, a bigger structure not fully in view behind the row of all that, then wprking on a beach thatch bamboo based hut of a small house the size of a shanty to their right, several ppl seated arpund and chatting, Ambi standing there vibing as wanting my attention and not too pleased I was focused on building
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Am I remembering the lives and dreams of others, like empathy or telepathy during dreaming/sleep, or are these all my dreams or other lives?
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so I witnessed nonviolent warfare, possibly pacification-energy from me and/or tech’ keeping everyone calm and not shooting, and sexy shorties eager to make/serve me food, etc.
thu25jul, before 6a: many dreams, around many ppl,
incl many bald men who were in a facility similar looking to a mil trng complex or prison, and I had dif forearm tats, the 1 on my r forearm inner side being mostly blank, a shaded bg plane, a waving ribbon for text like on the fancy v of the usmc flag, but no words in that part of the tat yet, and 1 of the brown bald men noticed and complimented it, saying something like he hadnt seen that type of tat in a long while. We were sitting in the main room, multistory ceiling, well lit, as if mustered or waiting for a meeting, and we stood and filed up an industrial staircase to the 2nd story, into a room.
I vaguely rmbr numerous boobsy females w perfect vibes. It is good that has become common in dreamspace; that is definitely a good sign, an alignment to my will, un-fake-able.
fri26jul, before 6:30a: woke a couple times or more, looked up and saw grapefruit-colored rest-area light,
and then white jeep parking almost facing my vehic
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so much more than what follows, incl mostly good ppl met, incl all good nonhumans; animals
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making fun when lfb asked/tried to use my thin binder, bc it would have mixed up so many of my notes and projects w her random bs, so i did not allow it
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nice dog, small animals, and gray primate like a baboon had approached and been petted by someone, then let me sit beside and pet them, all of us on a gray and brown color scheme balcony-like 2nd-level area of what might have been a zoo or animal rehab enclosure wide with motel-rooms for the animals all around, open top or net/mesh ceiling, daytime, low or no breeze
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saw small enclosure in dark of night, perhaps in a walled or greenbelt-surrounded area,
cozy lighting, perhaps from tabletop candles,
little light brown fence, much shorter than my waist level, as if I was in some overhead/aerial game view-mode,
little tree like a figurine, I added a door to its side at the base, the door being 2 blocks tall like in minecraft, and I saw it matched the chairback height over by the outdoor longtable nearby its left side,
then I added same door to another figurine tree nearby the same side of that table, a little farther from me, almost behind that first mini tree / tree figurine.
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playing a video game screen, or assumed it was an AR/VR-based game (might have been something else, and not a game at all, but a manifestation or whatever else), had white cloud-like letters moving too fast from top to btm and right to left (or my view was being moved over to start one level of that game or whatever it was), like a speedy intro text-block about the dozen or so objectives or levels or difficulty settings, so I willed the view to stop moving to the right, and back left so I could see again and read them, and I then saw short misspelled single words in the top 5 or 6 level text-areas, those levels stacked, separated by thin horizontal cloud-like white lines, and I realized they were save-file names someone else had made;
someone else had started the first levels,
so i decided to try the last/most challenging one, but this dream changed to another dream before I saw what it was like playing it. Daytime clear blue sky bg. Grassy terrain.
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I saw a map of the usa, with highways near the mex border, and remembered driving down them, not liking the sketchy border town/s I had seen, having been thru them in other dreams (many nights/months IRL before), so i decided to never go there again. I saw the cities in texas marked, too; dallas, etc., but the map was simpler than IRL ones, and had topography somewhat shown; as raised or shaded pastel areas/blobs. I didnt want to drive through tx places, either.
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“Maybe I was young Gandalf walking out,” I saw my hand writing with a pen, I noting a thought after a dream (last one in this night’s sequence) I do not fully rmbr rn, and I had mistakenly not formed the “t” at the end of “out”, just the “.”, so I added the “t” vertical line, writing it down to connect w the period, then crossed it, completing the word and sentence. I was cautioning myself from the start of writing that sentence; “you are not really writing this; this is a dream.” Another good sign, but not a 1st; i have several times in the prev months been aware i was dream-writing, and advised myself to rmbr when i wake, and make real writing when i wake.
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So many of my dreams have nothing to do with the SSP, so I wonder if I am the leader/god in all the places I go when dreaming / was at and rmbr now via dream-state. I wonder if the SSP-like dreams I’ve had were when I went to SSP places –and was received politely by their best/finest, they sensing and accepting that I am a/the god, at least when around good beings / out there.
My dreams don’t vibe as past lives, but current explorations, game development, and more.
If they were past lives, why the same-vibe same-face fake-relatives in some of them, still idiotically evilly pestering me just as they did in the waking of this life’s Phase 1?
Maybe the deities have their own version of an SSP training program, theirs being to help those destined to unlock their own godhoods… do so in manageable increments. Amen.
sat27jul: Packing lots of military bags and other stacks of things from tall house filled with troops all about to head to an airport to deploy, i was the only one packing, everyone else apparently already ready and just waiting in a group downstairs, i took an armful of folded stacked things from my huge pile spread out on either the first floor or staircase loft turning level at where the upper half of that staircase started, and carried them down to my suv, then wondered where i could leave my suv parked during a whole deployment, and worried that it would be filled w all my stuff and i would not know if it was safe that many months (i.e. worried repo scum would steal it while i was away). I pictured it in a 2car garage, but didnt want to leave it in this place that seemed like yet another fusion of the marblewood house w something newer, bigger, dif colors/lighting, etc..
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Going through 2 stacks of many colorful couture fitness shirts and some shorts, trying to find where to insert 1 into the 2nd stack so both stacks were in the same order, talking with a few ppl standing nearby, i peeling a couple shirts apart, and almost peeling apart 1 shirt’s two sides at an adhesive seam but then carefully resetting that bottom corner of the shirt 2x, the 1st time not perfectly aligned, the 2nd time better, 1 person standing to my right asking what i was doing, i explained that some shirts were fitted and smaller than others, thus they did not all hang loose and easy to see, so i had to look btwn the bigger shirts for the smaller ones, 1 working out up the stairs in an exercise room visible through railing banisters white narrow tall, i walked up there and started using the pullup bars machine, choosing its pair of widest grips, it having 3 pairs of grips like those in the nice gyms
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On a rooftop beside a man relaxing on his back on a reclined sun-tan chair long, perhaps how that upstairs/loft exercise rm changed to be a rooftop exercise area, i saying “you know…this is one of the best views in the world?” as we looked at and admired a mighty mountain with a sparkling blue river flowing down from it, and after waking i thought it might be one in Agharta, and if that’s the case then I am being allowed remote viewing there without them trying to advise/change me, which would suggest I am as I have thought and sensed all along; not needing ascension/development, but being the guide/ascension others must learn from, maybe even the Aghartans learning from Me, inviting Me to Them There that I enlighten Them in a way, or both them and me not needing ascension, thus only hanging out to chat and enjoy each other’s vibe/presence.
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Driving out to cali and then ending up at a spiritual center (the intended destination) that doubled as a luxury hotel, a spacious 1story suite w few walls other than to hide its bathroom asian soft red color scheme in dim light for its inner face of outer walls, like banisters instead of windows, gentle natural light from overcast day outside, dark brown low furniture along that inside of the outer wall, a wraparound balcony patio of tiles outside, this suite on a 2nd or higher floor of the whole building, jungle trees outside, with a boobsy white pale-blonde woman on the phone talking to someone, looking to me between attempts at speaking half in some other language to the man on the other end of the phoneline, she wondering what she should say, so I suggested promoting the perks of the hotel, calling it “magical” and other things, and the other guy with us was a light brown asian maybe vietnamese man with groomed black buzzcut and smile, he relaxing on his back on a bed under the light of nearby overhead little spotlights prob w sunlight lightbulbs, I asked him if he knew this place was above 5star, he said yes, i asked what can be customized, he said everything in a wardrobe or something, i said it might 7stars then, since 5stars is the best of non-customizable, and 6stars is when one or a few things are customizable
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Many more, including writing things down such as entire sentences I read to proofread, other convos, etc., all night
…but even though my dreams are now pretty much always nice/agreeable, until they provide $ and my city manifested, I don’t much care/mind if I don’t remember as many of these ‘dreams’ or whatever they are… in the years ahead; when I am with my chosen hotties, and when I start my family with them, etc.. It was nice to be able to have and remember and share/publish these dreams, but… that’s ultimately just another phase2 thing; a mix of good/improved and/yet not ideal.
sun28jul: In a mountain area like nice neighborhood yc future, taking a shower in walk-in, relaxed in waterflow for a while, got out and saw big wall mirror over white smooth countertop 2sinks, saw i had a forest green tight shirt on, started getting out of it, worried when i saw my right pec reflection looking saggy, but then i stood with good posture and flexed, and it returned to normal, then was relieved i didnt have a schedule anymore, so i didnt have to go to work at 9 or 10am, and could instd go outside to workout on the pullup bar in the park when i foresaw no one but me would be today
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some idiot who looked like Tori squatting on a white slope like a futuristic sidewalk, said to me “no matter how well you kid-proof your house, when you have kids they will shit in your shoes”, and then I saw some sneakers on the floor somewhere else, and imagined one having some shit in it… Dumbass scare-tactic demonic bs, prob bc I am close to having perfect angelic children who would never do that, thus the always-lying humanimals desperately try to fuck that up, just like they always feverishly tried to fuck up everything in the past.
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In or walking up into an open shipping container, blue painted wide flat long board up high, walls also painted dark and with strings/spots of neon-like colors, similar to how some laser-tag rooms are decorated/colored, I used a hammer’s head-side (the side of its head) and jumping up while aiming it at 4 or 5 blobs on the board, one at a time, starting right to left… to knock them loose, then halfway through… saw that the board was starting to tilt up there on the wall, near the ceiling, still attached on its left half, so I asked/had helpers join before i knocked remaining blobs/nails loose, and ended up removing more than a dozen nails from the board and/or wall, some long (more than a few inches) and others half as long (2 or so inches), and counted them on a dark blue tray in there (like a big matchbox bottom-half, but plastic, not paper), saw some were missing a moment later, all teen girls in end-room (opposite the open side we’d walked up in) in that shipping container, they chatting with each other, 1 said (responding politely to me) “Auz, we have the other nails.” in nice tone. They were all naked, so it must have been in a normal healthy sane civilization, perhaps they even ICVs in Inisfree. Would be nice if this was a vision of us working together well as we put finishing touches on Inisfree’s laser-tag arena.
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so many other dreams this night, as has become the norm for months now, and all chill/good/decent
mon29jul, before 6am, the most women/hotties in a dream yet
Ambi was there for a long while, at a rectangular white table in a room lit well by soothing outside greenbelt daylight, with another woman at her side, and we were in a house but not my cabin. Ambi had that oceanside facial expression and vibe which i do not like and sense is not worthy of me, so i didnt say much to her/them.
Others were in there, prob all the females her typist introduced me to, already working on chores for us. I loved the overall vibe, and the vibe of each of those women. It’s VERY nice/relieving to be seeing them more and more, if only in dream-side for now. I REALLY appreciate this ‘dream’ / next step.
The house, now that I’m wide awake and posting this type-up, struck me as one in Wylie Cove. That is also good. Very nice. I approve of that meeting place to finish aligning/calibrating them all to me –and for adding more happy memories in Inisfree residences, like the typist has become so great at. …She sent a few religtard things in texts, but only ooc, never ruining rp with that crap.
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An african tweenie approached me in a taller nice house, its ceilings perhaps 3 stories up. I was walking around, working on stuff. She kissed my lips a few times, and said she really wanted this; to be my latest wife.
She had followed me around a while as i walked from room to room in that house, walking on a floor like the smooth black countertops of my hs and ms science classrooms. I liked her body and gait, and that she was pursuing me with sexual eagerness, femininity, and almost kajira-submissiveness, focused yet perfectly polite, not pushy at all.
I was not attracted to her face, but perhaps only bc it was a mini nightmare within this otherwise perfect dream, the bad part being due to processing the ugly token faces from the hollywood garbage i had watched a day or 2 before in waking.
I sat down with her and looked in her eyes, asking her if she had read my website. She said yes, and I said “are you sure? Its 3,000 pages.” Her eyes told me she hadnt read all of them, but maybe some.
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Many other young hot women were walking around, all already my lovers and wives, chill
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There was much more, such as walking around, ending up on a playground wood castle tower briefly
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I was at a campsite, some tents and other campers here and there. The ground was dirt w some grass around it. I had a small weapon, maybe a pistol, that i had put away. I stood at a collapsible table at an open plastic fishing lures tote or hinged lid container like for micro machines, and i was sorting and preparing to close it all up. I thought of a sheriff or park ranger walking up and seeing i no longer had a wpn w me, so he didnt ask me about one. I rmbr him asking me about the wpn earlier, but this in-dream memory was new, thus a curious sensation; it is a first for me, bc in prev dreams…my memories have been ones of dreams i remembered from waking irl.
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I was then in another high ceiling room, lit like a classroom, lying on its carpet, taking notes about what we were told, writing out 4 or 5 cheques, and then doc1 was at my side, also lying on the pastel blue carpet, asking for the cheque to turn in to pay for the classes chosen. I looked through all 4 or 5 i was holding, eventually deciding the correct cheque was the one i wrote $261 on, but it seemed too much, and i needed to rewrite it because its front had notes all over the top half, or on one side if turned horizontally.
I then walked up and sat dn at table facing some frumpy tiny-curls curly black/brown haired white woman who seemed like a teacher or other faculty mbr. There was a woman already seated to my left, and another to my right. There were many students seated at tables behind ours. All tables long rectangles with smooth plastic-like tops. I was in my black muscle shirt, and had 1 school bag w me. The frumpy teacher facing us all complimented my arm tats, saying something like “how/very generation x/z of you”. Was it a backhanded compliment? Idk.
She then began her introductory talk. There were a couple black men seated to my right, on the front side of my table, and 1 leaned over to say something to me. He was bald and reminded me a litttle of sgt francois “franc” irl.
After the frump stopped talking a moment, i looked up from behind my bookbag and saw she was now farther in front of us. I asked the woman to my left how the teacher got so far away, and if i had fallen asleep. She quietly chuckled and nodded, saying yeah i had.
It was time to take a test, but i didnt know where to find the material/answers. I calmly commented to everyone around me about how i had paid for this class, looking forward to meeting new ppl and learning, but that was not what was happening; i was unimpressed/disappointed.
I saw a shallow clean clear blue canal to the right of our tables. I pictured wading through it, carrying my military kit, aiming at the colonial white façade dorm or classrooms 3story bldg ahead around the 1story campus lawn cliff, and firing at a few windows and the front door, to damage/destroy important work/computers and access. I was not mad, just emotionlessly imagining a TDG since the class i paid for was apparently bogus, just another pass-time or condescension trap.
tue30jul: before 4am: was holding my chub, saw a spot on its top cirve near its base and right side, that 1 spot looked yellowish at first, then it looked like the clear cersion of a pimple small, so I carefully squeezed around and under it, and it popped, squirting out clear, not normal pimple goo, and that clear squirt hit my right cheek or eyelid, and the same thing happened when I squeezed it a 2nd time for good measure.
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before 8am: told someone I have tried every item that sounded good… at every restaurant… in every city I have been to.
Then I ordered 2 things, 1 from 1 restaurant, and 1 from another nearby, waited, got both orders in white togo hinge-lid containers,
the first order being a slightly thick crepe, not as thick as a pancake, made into an omelet (instead of using egg for the outside), and I was told over the phone when ordering it that its ingredients to make the cheese-like consistency layer were 4 different nuts and a pepper,
and 1 was a pineapple that had been sliced, heated/seared, and seasoned/topped.
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much more, such as meetings, leading ppl, seeing an invention, etc.
It isn’t that we Can’t smell (or taste or feel) in dreams, or that our memory of smells there is kept from us when we wake; it may just be that we have no Need to smell in most ‘dreams’, as the focus is meant to stay on the sights and sounds.
dreamed tsb was doing his usual shitty blatant job of trying to seem like my friend,
went to antarctica and got in water, then lifted a kingsize bedframe or mattress on my side,
many meetings, many conversations.

AUGUST:

sun4aug: On my cell phone, asking about people at a base i was going to travel to in the days ahead, tried to copy down nbr, strange instructions from guy on phone w me; said a few nbrs, then 0000, and had to dial 2 before those 4 zeroes, then more nbrs after. I repeated the instructions to help memorize and confirm them.
Then i ended up at that base somehow…in a classroom of it while still on the phone. Several others were at oldfashioned desks all around. I noticed i was in Service Charlies and my ribbon stack had been turned sideways, now bent and hanging from my right pocket. A woman in uniform asked if she could take my picture, I said no bc it would end up on Fails on the internet within minutes. She said she would eventually get a photo anyway. I half-jokingly half-threateningly said something like “game on”; I would start pranking her. Then she asked if i was “19 to 31, right?” perhaps for a survey question or photo metadata, and I chuckled and said, “I’ll take 19 as a compliment. I got a pretty big ribbon stack for a 19yo.”
Someone to my right at a desk then said something to the effect of, “unless wearing some you didn’t ear”; Stolen Valor, which I said, casually acknowledging/dismissing it.
I was then on my laptop, trying to close image-previews, all (having) black borders and BGs (like a Windows setting; instead of daytime/white), xenos and porn in them (dif heads for the xenos, like in that “Metal Storm” movie-within-a-movie about Ali-anna and Space Cowboy), but one accidentally maximized, so I closed it.
Then was talking w dojo teacher before sparring w his students.
tue6aug: before 12:36a was sitting on bar-stool at high small table in dark room w a few small overhead spotlights, a man standing at front of room, other identical tall square tables w/ people at them on barstools, and I looked down at the menu like card held by one of my hands, the spotlight over my table helping me see it was dark brown, almost black, with pale golden or pastel yellowish square outlines of sections, a sentence in the top one, maybe that sec a rectangle, font whiteish, several words not in English but written with English letters italicized white, and i was asked to read it as many times as quickly as i could, so i began, getting better each time. Below it were side by side yellowish square outlines, the left one of a lowercase d over a hollow period punctuation dot micro circle, the right a lowercase s over the same kind of dot, and i thanked the man standing at front for teaching me “dot d” and “dot s”; 2 new sounds based on shorter versions of those letters, like the opposite of rolling an “r”.
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Was in an airport tickets area, waiting for the kiosk to print my ticket, and then i reached down and got it, read it, but in waking do not see it text readable/clearly. A 2nd time that happened; i got another boarding pass printed that way, perhaps bc i was mind-surfing; looking through the eyes of 1 or more ppl, each of whom were getting their documents printed that way
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2:59a VERY clear vision of me in my vehic at night in a grove, looked to right and saw darkness below canopy, decoded to drove frwd btwn the two tree-lines, exiting my parking space after another small group of campers had moved to my left, then again looked right, and turned toward the dark clearing, driving straight at the darkness, as if sensing i should charge into it, then in morning overcast light, at back of my vehic, standing outside it, looking out away from vehic that dir, seeing 4 teen-looking ppl jogging toward me on h3althy wet green grass, calling out to me, “dad!” and o think one gently said, “you fucking psycho” about me having charged the darkness n my vehicl, so i put my arms out at my sides, but made a stern/growl face, not yet sure who they were, but now sure upon waking that it was adaline n black t-shirt n front, whom i first thought might be ambi, and neveah right behind her, and my two sons flanking neveah. So happy to see them and feel their vibe, they r3ady to be with me.
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I get the sure feeling they were time-traveling telepathically to make sure I saw how perfectly they had turned out, just as I’d foreseen/hoped, letting me see I am closer to being with them now; they are still bound/destined to be born and love me. Amen.
wed7aug: between ~1:30a and ~7a: I was driving down a gravel road from a hilltop spartan building. It was daytime but hazy from atmo or distant forest fire smoke barely darkening the sky. I did not see surrounding/horizon details. There were 1 or 2 Caucasian males nearby. I was giving directions/instructions to one of them. Someone, maybe via email or text, had messaged me a request I think had annoyed me, but I was responding/replying to help, anyway.
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I was jogging up a barren slope trail, with a ruck, in fatigues, carrying 2 pipes like brown bangalores, 1 in each hand, balanced, and passing others dressed similarly, no heart pounding, my stamina and pace rather easy, and it seemed like a military unit training hike, and all seemed focused on themselves, a few happy that i was passing them, cheering me on a bit. I made it to some trench or obstacle, and jumped over it, or jumped over an entire hiker, also with ease. I made it back down to the bottom, and sat with 3 others who had also been quick and finished first. We sat in a 2×2 formation in something like a cubical jungle gym with a green metal pipe under each armpit, as if to support us while we sat with our packs still on. We chatted some, incl jokingly about being rewarded lamely by now being stuck in these cattle holding device like things. The green pipes were thin like hoses and could be shifted side to side a bit.
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I was in a Target-like store, lying down on a twin sized mattress to the side of a customer service counter at my right, with those waist level hanging rope poles keeping the line of customers away from my by several feet. There was a single bed sheet somewhat over my legs or side. I was taking a rest after doing some work or something. Odd that it was set up in view of everyone, but no one bothered me. I had messages on my mobile device and it may have been a wide smartphone or iPad.
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looked down in a big black pit (wide enough to hover a VTOL aircraft up/down in with room to spare –or maybe it was just a narrow/focused view of a particular section of an ancient-megastructure canyon/ravine), its walls/texture like ‘frozen’ (unmoving) TV-static (but darker; more black than gray specks) and saw a sheer back wall (the side opposite the one with my opening/POV) with the remains of the base or midsection of a fluted column (down a bit from my ledge/opening) barely sticking out of that wall’s bulge, as if I was being shown drone footage or a miner’s GoPro after someone had noticed that unexpected structure.
I saw this dream twice this night, as if being reminded of it for some reason, or asked to look a 2nd time from the same position, so I could confirm that ruin someone else had alerted/reported to me.
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plus others
thu8aug: before 3a: was in a ground level house room, possible sand floor or carpet colored like sand, small pastel tan snack with bulbous red eyes, made me nervous when it was close, might have tried to nip at me, it went away, lost sight of the little snake, looked for it, then numerous other small animals were released into the room, my instinct was to protect the small light brown tan-ish fur-color/s rabbit in case the snake was hungry.
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I walked in front of what i thought was a mirror, lifted up one leg, showed my crotch to be funny for some reason, then saw it was 1way glass and someone was seated at the desk in the room behind it, so i laughed and apologized through the slit vertical on the right side of that glass, saying i didnt realize anyone was back there. I had been wearing a dark blue top and matching kilt or something like that, like the male version of a cheerleader uniform from Plano West, except without any white or letters.
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I was bilocating, both in the body of Kevin Costner and seeing it from beside, as he felt weary from texas summer sunlight direct and heat, then was at a long collapsible table in a hospital upstairs glass-wall meeting room, a nurse in dark blue/purple scrubs at the long table behind his front one, a third long table w a third hospital employee seated at it, he cutting them off by saying “no, I don’t want your medical advice” bc their kind had lost all credibility during the covid retardation/genocide. He stood and then was back outside somewhere in tx, looking toward the glaring sun, and a circle or outline in front of it before i woke, seeing its heat ripples halo/corona.
fri9aug: before 6:50a: was in a convention center upstairs, every Star Trek cast/crew seated in one section of a vast room with a big projector screen, lights dim, someone telling me how to find Captain Ryker sp.
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looking at map of another world, zooming in on topography of a southern hemisphere big island nation shaped like Indonesia, asking where its industrial and launch facilities were
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in a big apartment-like nexus of rooms, doing pullups on a closet bar that was so stable/strong it didn’t budge at all, lights low, dozens of others, good served but it wasnt much, I had vegan crab legs and white rice out in the main room/hall of the apartment, was looking at stack of items on the shelf/ledge just below the ceiling of a closet, time to go, most left the apartment room/s
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in a city and was told only way to really get around well was by helicopter, which was provided, big enough for 4 ppl, and 2 young men from the local militia or army volunteered to go with, we going to a library to take a preflight quiz or test, both of them were wearing v-collar prison-like outfits/uniforms for some reason, but they looked completely peaceful/happy/chill
sat10aug: numerous dreams before the following, all of which I remembered well/fully until fully awake and hearing the rain
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jogged a pale tan trail with a group of others
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was in a ground-level room with a window wall on its door side to the parking lot, pastel brown walls inside, a boxy tv, simple but nice armchairs, not rolling chairs, in a meeting with 4 guys in suits, and 2 left, leaving me with the 2 in black suits like MIBs, but they vibes as high-power corporate lawyers there to advise or listen to me, and after we paused a video of other suited men discussing something, we discussed our philosophy, I interrupting politely, saying the #1 thing is “always money; the constant flow of / access to capital”, and the suited man to my left, facing me from his chair this whole meeting, gave me a look that showed he did not agree, so I added “of course with regard / when it comes to interpersonal relationships, communication and trust are key, but from a purely structural standpoint… money is what matters”. There was more to this talk of ours, but the beginning and end I think I missed due to my mind being in other dreams/places at first… and then returning to my waking body. I never get the feeling I had SSP-style memory-wipes. I get the feeling I am mind-surfing.
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returned to the pale tan narrow dirt jogging trail I had jogged with others earlier this night, though both times in daylight in dreamside, and decided to deviate by jogging the loop to the right instead of continuing on the main trail which went straight along the ridge line
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These are great firsts; executives and all others being coached and led by me in dreamside, the way all humans and others should.
sun11aug: might not have written down any, prob’ because woken by some noise that made remembering them difficult
mon12aug, before 7a. I was in a classroom, others were studying from a textbook, perhaps physics or another science, I hadnt read any of that book, male teacher, i was shown which ch to read for tmrw, some font was blue, some red, there were a few pictures in the book, a couple pgs were displayed on the wall projector screen, enlarged, classroom white and well lit, dozens other students there, some walking around.
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There was a very nice rooftop swimming pool, slightly overcast day sky, perhaps during sunset / late afternoon, and some classmates and that teacher were casually swimming in it near me. I was still thinking about the reading hw i had been shown on the projector screen. Interesting that so many of my dreams are to the nicest (luxury) places, all work voluntary, all ppl vibing appropriately, nothing like the bs of phase1 / phase2 waking. The pool looked like it was atop a White Conexes neighborhood bldg/residence.
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I was in a hotel, went to a basement room, tried opening a wall safe, it had unique keys like cylinders or rods with rings protruding, like pens but thicker. The first 2 keys worked, but after the golden rod key…the safe did not open. It had gem-like buttons, a white panel surface, and thick flat gray/silvery metal bars/strips. A Black man with dreadlocks and a full-body superhero-like outfit, all dark, like a suit but more like a wetsuit, stood along the wall beside the safe, facing me. He threatened me. He or I wanted to call my real father, not the fake waking one. I suggested a business deal, trying my best to remain civil and brainstorming, always trying to resolve things peacefully and mutually agreeably.
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An evildoer in desert camo and a utility belt/vest intruded in my on-base ground-lvl apartment, so i got a gun and chased the ugly bitch outside. She fled but reluctantly, vibing as evil as she looked, so i shot her in the back, and she fell on the concrete mini patio of an adjacent apartment, her upper body landing in its open sliding screen back door. Many MPs showed up, pf course, but they did not arrest me. I had many other wpns in my apartment, and they did not take them. I even had 2 pistols in a black metal tray that slid out from the center of the front of the bottom of my laptop, both pistols small and black. The evildoer was overweight and had gender-disrespecting short hair, overall looking similar to a less-gluttonous viktard scumbag. It should never have been allowed near me, in dreamspace or waking, let alone in a service uniform.
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Maybe, when i dream, i am in the minds of the other me-s; where i have bilocated in other realms; where i also have a body/’anchor’.
Maybe those other me-s / whomever they are… know and can tell me weakpoints of bad humans over here; maybe over there… those humans have unknowingly exposed their weaknesses to those other me-s.
Maybe I Also know weakpoints of those humans here… which those me-s can take advantage of when those bad humans are over There.
tue13aug, before 8a: I was in the heavenly form of yc area; alpine, wider greener trees, nicer hoods and dntn, good ppl.
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i was at a swimming pool after trng. It was public and not fenced. I jumped in, and it felt perfect. I was fully clothed, and in work boots. When i got out, i dried off quickly. I went in an adjacent motel door. Then i kneeled outside it and worked on an unrolled poster-size ipad/screen that showed a zoomed-in bitmap image. I was trying to align the image edge to its top left corner, and squinted a bit to ensure i was not even 1pxl off. A few middle school looking youths walked toward me on the sidewalk outside the room doors, and the male asked what i was doing. I explained. He then went into their own suite and came back with a gift for me, some snacks in a small box. I started going through them, finding that some looked like mini cheese wheels and cheese sticks, half sized, able to fit on my palm, and i removed those but kept the rest. I had also gone out to relace one of my boots. Then i jumped back in the pool, and was careful when turning and swimming back toward the motel, seeing that it got too shallow to even fully submerge in. Moving over to the normal depth side, i was greeted by others standing outside it, and a puppy swam over to me, so i let it climb up on my left shoulder. Then two more puppies joined, all ending up on the side of me. They looked like mini versions of adult golden retrievers, but narower, and the first was yellowish, the others reddish and bluish. We got out, and i helped them get down.
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much more
wed14aug, before 5:30a: I was going into my upstairs marblewood rm to find blk dress shoes to go w my suit for some event the fake relatives were about to drive us to, finally found them n closet and went downstairs but they were walking in the front door at night, saying it took too long.
Those scum are just as impatient and illogical in dreamspace as they were in waking lol. They should have thanked me for my effort to look nice, and to hurry, etc..
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then was fighting cpl lopez (the bad one) the soulless evileyed spick from 2/7 deployment 2, telling him to stay out of my room after he had tried rudely telling me i was getting assigned to a dif team/coach, and a dozen or more others, all shorter than me were there, not stopping the fight, i walked out to my loft bedroom railing, and then the top of the stairs, to start packing up all my stuff before the transfer.
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then was in a restaurant small like dave’s sushi bozeman but more like an apartment, and two brunette women like bywom bitch were making food, and i tried it.
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then was in marblewood kitchen w plate of a single fairly thick brown pancake i had cut unevenly into 8 triangles, and i was asking a guy like dentist who was at doorway to brkfstrm if he wanted to make pancakes with me sometime, he vibed and spoke as being depressed or tense or ashamed and confided that he was a perfectionist and always wanted to get thongs just right, so it might be a bad idea for him to try pancakes since he wasnt good at that yet, i stacked a few light tan pancake pieces on my plate and added syrup btwn them, then took a bite, and kindly suggested something, then he revealed he has a temper, so i revealed i do too; i cuss or yell when i get mad. He stayed facing away, facing the countertop near that doorway. I walked over amd offered a hug. Even in dreams, i stand against evil scum like that lopez, i have a sense of urgency, and i try to comfort and encourage.
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and other dreams
fri16aug, before 7a: a middle-aged woman was concerned about her health, so i started to give free medical advice, a small group of mil personnel came in the room, i waited for them to say whatever message to me they needed to relay, then i sat back down facing the woman and finished giving her good advice, telling her that most diseases are caused, or at least exacerbated, by stress, so find what lowers her stress and those diseases will go away. I used a few big words well, and was eloquent. She listened and understood. I could see the worry about aging in her eyes, and it looked like her hair was going gray before me, not slowly changing, but as if i saw it suddenly changed like through time or aura coloration. She mentioned cancer worry. I told her not to keep taking so many tests, bc eventually a test might show something, or be interpreted that way; to just live her life, again to reduce stress, etc.. It was nice that she spught me out and listened and was intelligent ebough that my sound advice resonated with her (completely unlike the dumbass humans in waking so far who have been determined to ruin themselves and attempt to give Me advice, always bad/idiotic/wrong advice).
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I was then up on the side of a gray Navy ship moored along a pier, talking to personnel on the pier just a couple stories below, and I saod whoch ships had been there, and that I had been in a couple, naming the Truman carrier and one or two others. It was gebtle daylight, perhaps because overcast or just after sundown.
I’ve had so many dreams aboard Naval vessels, always big vessels. I wonder if they are on this world or another/others, or in other dimensions. The sailors are always nice to me, as if I am a contractor or officer or appreciated fellow.
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was in a vast modern sewer system, well lit, daylight through window squares on locked metal doors, and through barred windows, and skylights. It was like Joker and Batman, but not comic/cartoony. The Joker was hiding from a couple light brown female cops in dark uniforms that were outside and trying to find a way in. There had been a fight, leaving the Joker-like guy no longer in a nice-looking suit. Even though he was in his underwear and a little bruised and dirtied, he went out another known way to meet a small group of prospective buyers. He was an excellent salesman, convincing them that for just the price of a house…they could have the whole system of tunnels plus an unused grassy area up top. Showing them the way to it through the un-stinky route on the 2nd floor above ground, he then spoke of how great the view is, and that if they put a restaurant or other shop there on the grassy area surrounded by a low brick wall knee-high, it would do great business. I turned and looked, having followed them, and saw the view was indeed great, of a vast lake. They sky was clear. The women were led by one who looked like charlize back when she was sexy, like how her Meredith Vickers role had her looking, but younger.
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As is almost ALWAYS the case, these dreams have little or nothing to do with what happened in waking the day/s before, so… what ARE they? …Since humans always lie / get things wrong, does that signal that it is up to Me to decide how to analyze/interpret dreams? Do the dreams Gain whatever meaning I deCide they “must” have?
Or are they really just gibberish beamed into my mind by the 5G towers or other technology, just to test or distract or keep my mind busy (IOW too busy to have natural/normal progression/visions in its most-passive/-relaxed state)?
sun18aug, before 5:30a: was in a big wide 1story commercial kitchen, many troops at its rows of cooking islands, a color scheme of dim metal grays, all of us for some reason staged in there before marching out to battle an approaching army, and I alone was getting to move around freely in the aisles, being handed a few different weapons, and feeling excited about the flame thrower, as I hadn’t wielded one outside video games before. Then we started opening the doors to the outside, and it was nighttime, bonfires providing most light, and the enemy had arrived, now within view, but I only had a brief thought of worry and hope that I would survive.
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Yet another complaining incompatible loser was sitting to my left in a dorm room (uncommon in dreamside, but the norm so far in waking, since humans are so stupid), and a couple/few others were to my right (not complainers, but observing, as if staged there just to witness my reaction to more bullshit). I stayed focused on hw at my computer in spite of the rude immature eyes/looks/expressions and vibe of that scumbag to my left. Then that idiot erupted in a tantrum/complaining, bitching about what was on my screen (whining about it being offensive/unorthodox, even trying to shame me for having once watched an anime cartoon –which I don’t recall doing in dream-side –or even much at all during waking, as it’s ‘not my thing’), and what I listen to (both because it was audible, and because of its content, neither of which should have caused any negative reaction at all, especially from a lesser being / ‘nobody’), etc., too evil/uncivilized to address the issues with me in private, and too evil/uncivilized to mind her own business. I turned and faced her, waiting for her to finish before I responded. I called her long string of insults/accusations “a mouthful”. Then I reminded her that 99% of the time, I am doing my reading and work, and have headphones (thus keeping what I listen to as quiet as possible), and what I do with the remaining 1% of my time is my own business, and she shouldn’t look at my screen if she doesnt like what is on it. For some reason, she also mentioned an old irl battle or war involving Bosnia, and I asked if she meant the one for the split with/from Herzegovina. I noticed this whatever she was… also somehow was looking like a female version of john hasley. I then looked to the few to my right, not pleased with them for being present during such a private spat with the latest dumbass moody roommate. I then looked back at the roommate, who still had retard anger/disgust in its eyes. I said I had apologized and meant it; I had been civil in spite of it Not being civil; there was nothing more for me to say. I picked up a painting on something like a small pillow, and began adding some more thin brown paint lines to it, apparently resuming a hw art project, and my paintbrush strokes were slightly heavy at first, making slightly wider thin lines than what were already on the pillow’s square front side, but I soon got more precise and it looked good. The others in the room said nothing, and the moody cunt did not keep bitching, but kept vibing as unsatisfied and offended. Wow; crybaby retard peasants in dreamside. GAAAAY. Glad I shut it (that out-of-line peasant of a room’tard) down so completely, though.
I hadn’t even thought to look at the roommate’s screen/pass-times, let alone give her shit about them, because I am not an eavesdropping crybaby like her. Just like in waking, I minded my own business, and an uneducated uncivilized impolite attention-whore flipped out anyway.
How is it that both in waking and dreaming/sleeping, I am always the mature one minding my own business, and always the one having to set the example and educate/enlighten people?
Why can’t they be good like me?
Still, me locking them on is better than in phase1 when I was just dealing with bullies/monsters on both sides; waking and in ‘dreams’; can’t really talk sense into an alien/Slimer chasing you, for example.
Interesting that I don’t even bother responding to their retarded asses in waking now, but still respond eloquently in ‘dreams’.
mon19aug: another dream about an assignment coming due in a day or so that I wasn’t ready or in the mood for,
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and then being in a small restaurant or chow hall about the size of an avg. house room, having a plate on my tray, starting to scoop a serving from each tray onto, then the woman/women on shift in there encouraging me to pile it high with big pancakes and extra helpings
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others
tue20aug: entered a luxury neighborhood, drove my jeep around its manicured park dark green grass, then went into one of the mansions / very nice homes,
and the lfb scumbag/creature was there, approaching (from the hallway outside the closed room I was in) in spite of me telepathically willing it not to, just like it Always rudely did the opposite of what it should, so I aimed at its head and said “bang! got you!” the moment it opened the (cracked open) door to the carpeted ground-floor room I was standing/waiting in.
The lights were all off, but plenty of daylight was coming in through the diaphanous-curtains windows out in that hall and the room I was in.
The color-scheme was a pastel-pink-cream carpet, light-tan/-sand colored painted walls, white floorboards, light-colored wood doors, all of the highest quality. If only the people in this dream were of good quality, too, but at least I instantly detected the bad and shut it down. That’s a start. (and far better than when I was forced to put up with that disgusting relentless/harassing evil for YEARS/DECADES)
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others before and after
wed21aug: before 3:47a was playing cards with dice on pool tables with new badass friends, and cards had alphanumeric abbreviations of supercar names on them, one said “vegan hailet” or something, so I picked it up to phone goole – before, I was in a dif lit room like a bday party room, collapsible long tables, dozens of 20s/30s ppl, all fit, some in jerseys, and the Black man’s had a long saying in block letters black on white back w yellow sleeves, so i wrote it down and googled it, wanting to know the meaning, and the translation to English was a parageaph, so i asked him if it was correct. All good vibes from everyone, and interesting firsts; new ppl, new games – the dice were black, and one guy was given a handful of several, and i was given a handful a dozen or so, and told to break w them, so i asked for clarification, as i thought you only break a triangle of pool balls – i looked into a mechanic garage door window and saw a big jacked red pickup w white rims on a black towtruck bed, 4 ppl n army camo modern like marpat pants, 1 atop that bed, starting to prep that truck to be let down, and other supercars in there, 1 yellow. – i was seated at one of those long tables, a sexy brown skinned black-haired boobsy girl to my right
thu22aug: before 4a: was in a whitewalls wide room like an Office Depot, many long tables, many employees, and I was talking w some, then asked to organize a binder, and told how to set up its new dividers, so i started going through its papers, and noticed some wallets on the floor, so i checked the hotel-style mini vault under one of the tables, found i didnt have the code to open it, and went to ask a dark haired woman shorter than me for that
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~between 5 and 6a: nightmare after going back to sleep: was upstairs in a white room with wide windows, no lines over them. Saw a red seaplane bank outside, and saw its right wing had 3 black missile racks, or for holding something else, all empty. Checked my cell phone, turned off airplane mode, saw no new/missed messages, opened discord, saw no missed messages, went to msg typist but the convo was gone. Checked friends list but also not there. Got worried and said “mine??!” like calling out to her telepathically. Was this dream sent to me to try and keep me addicted to the rp bullshit “bandaid”? It was an inappropriate dream. Dreams should be good, esp. since Waking (the side/realm) still sucks. It just made me hate her for keeping me limited to texts all these years.
fri23aug: before 5:05a: was playing a video game, maybe via by-mind VR, saw an airship flying in, so I flew my body close at its right side as it began its descent over a lake-sized body of water, hearing 2 people -guys, I think- on its open top deck speaking ~loudly over the sounds such as wind, though it was not that windy, but I did not see where they were,
it made a water landing over past top of a floating ship or submarine,
other buildings near and far were visible,
now in waking making me smile as it reminds me of Jaide’s oasiz rp of returning via flying sailboat from a Mediterranean island shipwreck or something just to meet and kiss me in Krasnodar area where Wolfe Castle where I met Ambi is,
I then started showing an incomer gamer joining the world… where to find the airship that had landed,
and then I flew over a flat sand and dark brown colored walking area atop a rock formation or cliff, remarking, “There is Harry Potter starting a battle!” and the character or npc really looked like him, and was standing, hunkered over a bit toward a close group of big dark brown trolls or whatever beasts/badguys happened to be up there on the narrow path with him, and he used his wand to start casting flashes of light or attacks at them, causing them to jolt back a bit with impacts as they swayed and lumbered to regroup his way. I then saw him with his free hand and quick glances to his left…checking if there was a way through the game map area boundary invisible barrier, but there was none, and every time he touched or leaned at it, a pale golden outline indicator came aglow, marking with short lines the barrier’s corners, bottom center, etc., only dark brown and somewhat hazy/undetailed wilderness brush/bushes and boulders terrain on its unplayable side, so Harry was only able to continue attacking the small mob in front of him, or retreat back along that clifftop footpath the other way, or jump down the cliff I didn’t see the height of.
Then I was outside the game/vr, in a lit home game room, sitting on the floor, and there was a skyblue-skinned guy with long straight white clean hair, but he was young, maybe college age, or at least vibing as perfectly healthy. He had asked me about cocaine in hopes of starting a serious convo, not to buy or use any. He was already sitting on the dark couch within a few feet of me, lounging against its wide back cushion. I hadn’t immediately switched to his topic, so he brought it up a 2nd time, and I then realized he was seeking my advice and support, so I looked in his concerned eyes and I told him I once had been on the stuff, and I then set down my game cntrl and used both hands as I told him it takes laser-like focus and “horse blinders”, but he can get off it if he really decides to.
After that peptalk/guidance he was appreciative of, I was chatting w Stormy, or a Stormy ICV, about where in dif raves she and I had separately gone to..where we had woken up, having passed out during afterparties. I looked around at a few dark ottomans and pointed to the third one, the big square one, saying, “Right there.” We chuckled and stood, then leaving the room together, still casually chatting about that topic. She had said something about not having been fucked while passed out. Not sure. I was focused on her perfect shorty hottie height and other features. It was so nice that she vibed as feeling as comfortable around me as siblings or fuckbuddies.
Finally more appropriate dreams; hanging out, compatible ppl, ppl becoming healthy, seeking and taking my advice, well-made games, more favorite hotties, interesting conversations, peaceful well-furnished homes, etc..
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Many more dreams after,
prob a few before, too
sun25aug: Finally a gorean dream!! <3 before 6a: I was at a hospital staff lounge desk, on my laptop, heard a helicopter outside overhead, maybe also a man in it on an electronic bullhorn or loudspeaker, everyone in the room w me looked up and listened, but there was no skylight to view it, i lightheartedly joked maybe he is there for our boss, they did not think it was right to laugh about that, all staying quiet, tense, expecting swat to bust in, so i began shutting down my work and packing up my laptop, some woman to my right detached the screen, not trying to steal or break it, but also not with my permission, so i casually scolded/corrected her, saying she was disassembling my laptop without my permission, and that i now had to function test and maybe fix it. Some spoiled blonde bitch spoke without permission, doing what the retarded americans have in the waking, defending the wring person instead of the obviously correct and mature person, me. I slapped her hard. Another spoiled blonde bitch entered, somewhat like that SNL bitch with shoulder-length hair, and she was trying to intimidate and shame me with her body language, sudden approach, lawyer vibe, and small group/entourage, so i immediately interrupted her first words by kicking her down, then lifting her up by all her hair grasped in my right fist, her toes dangling a foot above the floor, my strength demonstrated for the dozens in the room to fear. “Contest me!” I boomed, not angry, just challenging them, inviting anyone to dare like she had. I let them know sue was about to get raped, and then dropped her to begin ripping her clothes off, still casually and calm, just taking care of business the way Earth “men” always evilly fail to, they spineless losers like the feds who had and spied on me when not meddling in my private affairs.
I love how only ONE evildoer showed up in this dream, and I had NO hesitation in corRecting her evil dumbass, and NO one tried to stop me from dispensing/administering justice/holiness/nature.
tue27aug: before sunup: another perfect leveling up in dreamspace: I had sex w a perfect vibe hottie caucasian sandy brunette, and came inside her more than once, then watched her have sex with others in the 2story house or apartment, then she walked back into the downstairs room to sit facing me on the dark couch, still naked, now chatting about who else I wanted to watch her fuck, cum dripping out of her pussy and smeared on her groin, casual mature wonderful vibe the entire time, everyone in that place good and compatible
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I was in a classroom, caucasian male brunette teacher walking around the long collapsible tables, two days in a row, first day normal paper notes and questions, 2nd day was a surprise because we arrived for class that morning, window walls showing daylight outside maybe the 2nd or 3rd floor, and it was a hands-on no-writing test, a small pile of metal pieces at each of our desk spots, a few like aluminum or steel rectangles with bends and slots/holes, a few others looking like copper or bronze, and some bigger pieces like blender parts, no instructions on paper or verbal, we just left to see if we could figure out how they fit together, so I started trying different assembly combos until I got a few to stay together and slide a bit like a bolt carrier group, then set that aside, and got the blender base and mixing clear curved top together, then held it upright via a dishdash or thin brown towel wrapped around the bottom where it was setting on the desk, and the teacher walked over to see my progress, only a few pieces left for me to add before I had figured it all out.
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I was driving around outside, alone in a vehicle, and stopped on a dirt area to j, then moved to a parking lot and watched a movie on my phone, then fell asleep, then woke to the sound of a big black pickup parking behind me, lights off, so I sat up and waved through my back window, and got out in case it was a security guy or cop checking who I was, a Black guy vibing as a security guard got out, chill, not in a mood, and not dressed like a cop, and we chatted, he asking if I was with the military troops doing a drill across the parking lot on the field, and I think I said I was in some way, then noticing my vehicle was a big beefy one like a civilian version of an MRAP, just used like a camper/rv by me, and then I looked closer and saw a vehicle or big device setting down an expanding rigid tent as big as a 1story house, those troops apparently practicing assembling a FOB, and when the security guy got back in his truck to leave, and I got back in mine, I noticed when looking in the rearview mirror that I was wearing a kevlar helmet, and my face looked different, rounder like an asian mongoloid, their kind of eyelids, etc., not at all how I look in waking, and I was wearing a flak jacket with the straps system, but nothing attached to it, so I began un-velcro-ing its main flap to slide the armor off me.
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Even though I j right b4 sleep, I still had a sex and cum dream.
I never cum irl while asleep ans dreaming of cumming, which is good.
Even though I had multiple ice cream sandwiches as my last meal yesterday, and my feet and the rest of me was chilly/cold, I had all good dreams.
wed28aug: before dawn, crescent moon bright af: first time I had tons of money in a dream (several hundred thousand dollars in my accounts), and first time I paid for a cargo-truck semi’s cab to be pimped out, adding under-lights and other features, and first time cops/firefighters for some reason broke its windows and left it burning. (I didn’t witness that, only its aftermath, looking in an open back panel behind the cab/seats, finding that a cable was cut in a few places and on fire, an electrical fire, colorful, not just regular orange flame. Somehow, however, I knew who had done it; corrupt “authorities” –typical Plano/Texas trash/evildoers/humanimals.) I called 911 or something/someone to report the damages I saw on/in it, and they were slow to respond. I got the vibe the operator/dispatcher was likewise evil/corrupt. I thought… ‘so disappointing’…b/c I didnt have any $ left to repair/replace the custom rig; I had excitedly finally gotten to spend a normal amount of backpay/money, and now had no idea if I would ever get it back to redo what had been violated. The rig was parked on the pale concrete nice-borders (concrete-based smooth-edges dif-color ’tiles’) driveway slope of a really nice neighborhood cul de sac like I rmbr in Riverside. The houses were too close together for my liking, but I must have just been visiting or renting there, and about to take that new truck/semi on a drive/trip.
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I was in a big wide room (bigger than an avg. nice-house room, and smaller than a massive conference-room, maybe 40′ or 50′ on its sides) w/ a big wide white square table (big enough for several people to sit along each of its 4 sides), dark hard low carpeting, a projector screen with some writing on it, several or dozens of ppl walking around, all employees. I sat on a stool at that table, and had a single piece of blank non-lined paper, wrote in big on it, diagonal ish, a few words, a couple lines. A teen or 20s girl dirty-blonde sat on a stool beside me. She was beautiful. It seemed we were all employees, and she sought my guidance or pep-talk. I must have had seniority to her. I was positive and told/showed her what to write on her own paper, a mindset saying or something. A shorter and exotic brown skinned hottie walked toward me when I stood and had walked into a corner room with open doors. She apologized for something. I said it was fine/okay, and offered her a kind fist-bump with my left arm, which she fist-bumped with a relieved smile before turning to walk away. *This was NOT covidiot/pharma-parrot retard-fistbumping to avoid handshaking; it was just normal-fistbumping that INTELLIGENT ppl do.
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First time I was in a fusion of a Lowe’s and marblewood livingroom by the foyer. First time I was stacking rectangular prism wrapped boxes the size of cracker boxes. There were 2 types of gifts or products in them. One matched what was on the label. The other had been rewrapped to look like a dif product, in order to trick or surprise recipients who would then be getting something they might not try otherwise. I smiled and chuckled when i noticed this rewrapping/labeling. There was a yellow oval sticker holding the sorta crinkled wrapping around/on that set of 2nd product/box. I stacked both types together on a small low table. I had some idea they would be going to women on the street, like random passersby.
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I looked at the floor, and was excited to see 2 gifts left there for me. One was a small wood framed plaque with a lowered rectangular plane (flat surface) and raised or distinct gray letters, the quote from Terminator, something the narrator or John had said about “judgment day” when 10M humans had been nuked, specifically those out of the biggest city where he was, L.A.. I took both gifts for me up to me room, and saw most things on my walls were gone, leaving pale square and rectangle areas behind them, as if I had lived there so long the walls paint had been changed by sunlight or shadow. I found a small nail in my closet to hang the quote plaque on one pale wall spot via. I then remembered needing to go back to that classroom from the previous night’s dream…to take that math test i hadnt prepared for…and i felt i shouldnt go, as it wasnt right for me to become a mathematician. I then got very frustrated and sad that ambi still hadnt reappeared, and i began hearing that “when my time comes, forget the wrong that i’ve done, help me leave behind some reasons to be missed” Linkin Park song. I lowered to my knees and mentally/telepathically screamed out. I woke.
thu29aug, before dawn: ambi or ambi-impersonator, up in some rectangular boxy recess in a temple/tomb basement, fangs showing bc grin, recently drank blood, blood all over her mouth and chin and teeth, saying something in that eerie smooth tone, I looked around the basement/tomb floor, looked atlantean/mayan w all the wall engravings on massive blocks of dirty golden material, fog/mist slight on ground, dark floor, dim/dark rooms, torch lighting, posb magical torches, heard no flame sounds, did not like the way she was talking/acting, didnt keep looking at her, annoyed me
Was I in one of the lower levels of her big/dark pyramid? Sure seemed like it. Neat.
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Was upstairs in some foreign hotel, a few others with me, we heard commotion downstairs, daylight, maybe a rooftop suite rental, i then led a woman downstairs, i shooting (double-tapping) at least 3 bad-guys walking up toward us, they falling out of my way as i surprised each, in stride, all in nice suits of dif grays, 1 gray per man, sideview of me heading down from top of stairs at upper right POV… to bottom at lower left. Then pov changed to behind me, and i turned slightly left, making my two pistols visible, the one in my right hand held upside down. I looked a bit like the new james bond. I was continuing my stride, now downstairs in a lobby, many windows w opened shutters, front double-door to my left, I about to exit, still leading the way.
Then was somehow in a nice restaurant, also many windows, daytime, everyone somehow telepathically telling me they were jews, white plates on white tablecloths, nice looking food presentations in chrome serving trays with lids off, I was about to try some but some too-tall white brunette short curly hair guy said something while walking away from me, seemed rude bc of tone And body language, so i continued on my way, not bothering w any of them since they were choosing to be rude.
Now i rmbr what he said; he was giving me crap bc i had shot my way through those evil non-men who’d been hurrying up the stairs to bother me and the woman. The guy had said that his jew ppl took issue with it bc to them it was an issue/commotion or something. Unsure of exact wording now that awake. Regardless, he was out of line to question Any choice/action I made, thus evil, thus disregarded. Anyone judges Me? I judge Them. Anyone neg to Me? I am neg to Them. They get what they give. Rush at me, I rush at you harder. Try to dominate/overcome me? YOU get dominated/overcome.
Only good manners and loyalty get through. Amen.
fri30aug, before 535a: Obama napping on 2-seater couch in a coffee-shop-like lit room, thin rug and coffee table by it, i stepped back quietly to take a photo, he woke and noticed and sat up a bit and smirked, my photo didnt work, he said it was bc they had tech there making phones jam that way.
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Tsb dumbass in dark ballcap oversized, standing in doorway to kitchen (in that same coffee-shop-like setting?), idiotically evilly said “eggs, bacon, toast,” and then the price of the toast, as if that would convince me it was worth it to eat murder/rape-“food” with terrorists such as him
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Charlene Sun perfected cuter hottie (i.e. posb ICV proto being commissioned via this ideal interaction with me in what Seems to be a dream only once I wake/woke), eager-vibe (to be with me, to be nice to me, etc.), I saw her for a few days in a row (upon waking from this ‘dream’, remembering several minutes from each of the days I was around her), classroom setting w/ a few others present with us (though none interrupting, or even speaking amongst themselves), i sat on the floor at first (then stood to chat w her), she was at a desk, we talked about her language, maybe japanese or chinese, she taught me a couple words, i remembered and said one well, something in convo about upcoming trip of hers to an asian country, i went dn and got 2 almond joys, saw her coming dn stairs so handed her one, she smiled big, thrilled we were connecting that well
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2 black cats slowly warming up to approaching me, others up in that same dark-ish room where the first cat decided it was fine to hang out right up beside / in front of me.
I walking around, over one or two things, perhaps a breakfast-in-bed serving-mini-table or small inflatable mattress.
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Ambi in dreams at some point, much nicer mood/vibe than last night, now in dreams pretty much nightly <3

SEPTEMBER:

might decide to no longer record dreams, since I remember so many every night, and since they continue to be me standing up for myself, enjoying nice areas/hotties, etc.; good, and way better than most dreams in Phase 1, but not really progressing/lucrative right now
sun1sep: first time being asked by the evildoer creature lfb to wear a woman’s outfit. Verbally ripped into “her” and its evildoer fake mothr.
First time seeing fingernails needed trimming, and were offwhite, and felt a little sharp.
First time lifting barbells in dream, and saw the reflection of my right quad front upper leg muscle flexing.
Looked over cliff and saw a big black pickup w decals drive by, then back up, then park facing cliff, my pov down through windshield thus seeing driver was a stocky male.
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dreamed i had a 2nd comb, it a black one, slightly smaller than the blue, and i tossed it out the window lol
Mon2sep before 6am: a VERY pretty smiley engaging focused young mild tan blonde woman was chatting with me, and I remembered the full conversation before being fully awake. We were clearly right in the verge of fucking.
thu5sep, before 6am: Was in vehic (my SUV?), then a cauc redhead guy w short beard almost shaved knocked on side of vehicle. I looked at him, and he had that evildoer pest facial structure/expression.
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Trying to use map to find next place to go in jeep.
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Was in library i recognized, headed out, sexy cute teen girl in short dress walked in to sit with me and discuss a date.
The library was the 2story wide one w glass windows wall upstairs, view of surrounding concrete sidewalks to parking lot and surrounding treeline, high ceiling, and computers on collapsible white tables along the non windows wall upstairs.
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middle finger small brown young man w short black hair standing in parking lot w middle finger toward my jeep from left side back several yards
(first time anyone gave me middle finger in dream-side)
I looked at him a while but he didnt move or seem aggressive.
Went inside to get food and there were several veterans there from 2/7. One said or asked if i knew some years ago thought i was satanic. I almost laughed and said i didnt realize that for 10 or 20 years bc back then i was just high on life, taking in the world, learning all i could, so it didnt occur to me that anyone was misinterpreting that in some extreme way.
A sff bitch similar to carrie grose then entered and tried to pressure me to let her measure my height and all, so i disregarded that snakey attempt and left, setting my drink can on the parking lot to the left of my jeep. I looked around for the middle finger guy but he wasnt there anymore.
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In a workshop, helping clean up or put away parts of tools, into containers like my childhood Lego’s fishing-tackles many-lids plastic-‘boxes’, touched some and they were normal temp, then touched some used darkened copper colored tips and a few had some residual heat, so i was careful handling them.
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In a conference room, at a table, somewhat dim lights as if time for a presentation, din from convos around my table, a few ppl seated at my front and sides, asking about antarc, i happily told them my plan was to go there for half a year every year, then held my palms facing each other as i moved them very close, almost touching, saying that is the suuuuuper short version of my plan. One said there were problems w it, such as getting the models to want to go there, and ofc the cold. I just smiled, almost laughing, and turned to the girl sitting at my left side, a tan blonde shorty, and jokingly asked her, “what are you trying to Say, terri? What are you trying to SAY, TERRI?” (because she looked like the corrected/perfected version of that jrot bitch) and she cracked up at that, loving my comical response and high good pure energy even though she had implied i was not attractive enough.
fri6sep, before 5am: was looking down at a clear disc representing a dropship like in starcraft, and i had used it to pick up a circular unit that took 4 of its 8 spaces, and 1 or 2 1space normal units, then i tried picking up another big circular unit, thinking it would shift the smaller units over in it, but it overlapped the entire inside of the dropship, and when i removed it…the small/normal units were gone or glitched out lol wtf. It looked like 2 stacked pancakes in a Tupperware lid when i had both big circular units picked up.
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2 youths were down the hall in a lit house or apartment. The boy politely asked if he could enter the room i was in, to get some toys or something. I of course said yes, and he walked in and picked up a playset that looked like a big castle turret, its red roof cone featureless and the size of his torso, and its wall a cylinder of pale smooth gray with texture of castle stones in places. I had a video game paused across the hall, of a similar build, just one I could build like in minecraft or something.
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I was outside in front of a storefront like Big O in Jackson, but it was like a goodwill or habitat for humanity. I had a couple pieces of furniture in the back of a pickup i was driving by. Other furniture was on the asphalt out front, and a few males. The tall white one waved, asking if i could drop my stuff off. I parked and unloaded it. The short white male, similar to the deformed midget retard bully who went to alaska to disrespect me, was like a milder version of that mindless npc. He said an idiotic common sense thing to me while looking over a chair i had unloaded; that they do some price adding or clever pricing or something; duh, I thought; everyone has to add markup to cover their costs of doing business.
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I entered a school i had been in once or more before. It was a new one, though; first dream of it this night, but another dream spanning multiple days, thus another life or semester revealed in one night. It was well lit from natural light through many window walls. I had something on my left arm. I walked past the check-in lobby as spacious as some airport’s, and no one stopped me. I walled through the big nexus room, many students walking this way and that. I blue eyed blonde white woman w a shaggy bush of hair not down to her shoulders approached from the stairs ahead, passing me on my left, saying “Take care of yourself out there, Austin.” It vibed as said for the wrong reasons, though; she assumed I had made a wrong choice, leaving the school or something, when her appearance and tone and more were the real wrong choices. She was the one who had failed to tale care of herself. I passed her on the way down the few wide steps ahead, to a one-wall hallway to classroom doors open, its one wall being up to tall windows to the high ceiling.
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others
sat7sep, before dawn: lol tori’s meddlesome intrusive nigger ass was sitting on a squadbay dark floor beside some other bitch, the other (begin a) White (also evil-soul-eyes cunt), tori reaching into my open ruck to take hold of a stack of my lined papers with a story of mine written on them, and I casually took them back before she could see/read, telling her I have not reenlisted, so she is not in charge of me; what’s mine is still and always mine. She was in camo, as if an instructor lmfao! “Can you imagine?”
sun8sep, before 4am: bruce willis (the way he looked in The Jackal) in small 4door car daytime parking lot by curb, moved under big tall weeping willow-like tree, vehicle passed by on concrete neighborhood street back out not under that tree, a 3rd person was w us
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in a nice hotel, at checkin downstairs, a brown skin woman shorter than me was the receptionist, asked if I had been there before or something, i was looking at rectangular tv screen-size cc info panel, saw a 900 nbr on it, worried that was about to be charged to my card, but it changed several times, seeming like it indicated something other than price.
Went to a lobby, some food was brought on a white ceramic plate or 2 and set on a table for me, on white tablecloth, by a stocky cauc blonde middleaged woman (bagface, a little overweight/gluttonous) walking with a small group, but it was nonvegan, a turkey or chicken whole, and something else, so i tried to just eat the breading crust on it.
(no surprise the evildoer was obviously self-deformed, not just hiding evil on the inside)
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Was back at a btr v of montana, walking through a wedding auditorium/coliseum outside, only 1 or 2 other ppl there, setting up for the event, as i walked up a few terraces and past a small food table tent collapsible, more ppl began to show up and file in, but they didnt look ideal/fit/my type. I continue between rich cabin-style small bldgs, on a bus i think for a brief time, eventually to an asphalt alley connected to the top floor of a college, and i noticed i had my pistol in right pocket, so i tried to conceal it under my olive drab hoody so it wouldnt scare anyone if i entered campus. Didnt see a way around the big school bldg, so went in. It felt pleasant outside but was getting into evening twilight and dusk. No one in bldg noticed or cared i was armed. Went down a spiral staircase, then a couple ppl asked if i needed directions or something. Thanked the young woman and went up a flight, then through an office where a skinny old man was sitting at his computer desk, apologized to him for just passing through, exited his window door back to the bldg asphalt perim.
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other/s
mon9sep, before 6a: I was in a grocery store, new layout (hadn’t been before), looking for vegan sandwich materials, and then I returned to this store later, walking to where the sandwich materials were, and I passed an old man working near that aisle, he seemed startled for a moment, then as if he was smiling a bit in realization that I was just a normal customer, and I said what I was looking for
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I was in another squadbay, new; hadn’t been to this one before, and I was unpacking my bags, putting them into my wall lockers, as were many other incoming recruits/cadets, lots of piles of uniforms on the floor (PT sweatpants, etc.), and the upperclassmen and teachers were calmly amidst us, one telling me to meet one of the teachers/officers, I hurried to find a set of keys but they were mixed in under what I had started putting into one wall locker, I told a dark haired Cauc man that I would find my keys, he admired my focus and determination
(and this has been the 2nd or 3rd where I knew I had graduated a previous secret program, and had been transported to a new/better/successive school/campus/facility to start the next in the/a training ‘pipeline’ –which seems to indicate a passage from phase2)
…and maybe all those “teachers/instructors” were really there to learn from me; maybe I wasn’t a cadet/student like it had initially seemed; all the signs pointed to Them waiting on Me, not Them Hurrying me to wait on Them. They were there just to get used to the way I issue orders peacefully/politely. The SSPs now recruit/acquire workers –even officers and nobility– for Me. Amen.
tue10sep: dreamed a white boxy suv pulled up alongside at night, its side lights on, orange and red, but it did not honk or trouble me
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had longed for ambi again, called out, worried she wasn’t answering
then noticed evil presence of fake-fathr tsb-retard on other side of an indoor house door
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others, all annoying/bad
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at night, remembered other dream; in a mansion maybe in some hidden community like the yc, male there like phase2/tolerable v of escondido roomtard, both of us by kitchen island, I said something, he vibed or facial expression-ed as not getting/liking it, thus revealing he is a retard/loser/evildoer, so i left
wed11sep: numerous, but did not feel any were good enough to record here
thu12sep: before 4am, online scrolled through flori newer posts/vids, she noticed and messaged, happy eager vibe, we chatted, decided to meet up, daytime at her nice new italy apartment on 2nd floor, couch and rug, naked feeling each other, making out, sex many times, other italy hotties stopped by to play w me, great dream
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another antarctica one; was on the white snowy part/island, and saw a gray ship like an amphib or tanker or something on the choppy dark water, someone said something to me, maybe asking if I would pursue it, and I said something like “not taking a chance entering the black sea”, not literal Black Sea, just very dark ocean, the Southern Ocean’s dangerous part/s
fri13sep: 2:15a: for some reason, i was in a kitchen, in my camo uniform, a couple/few others in that room w me, spread out, uniform items on the kitchen island, lights overhead dim, and someone was helping me check if one tan mcmap belt was the right size, and they kept steadily raising my pants from hip to waist level as they tightened the belt. A 3rd man appeared beside me, to my right, saying he needed me to stay in (enlisted), serving at least another 5 years, I said no way I can do that; I have too much to do, classes lined up, other things scheduled, etc., and I said I could maybe stay in One more year, that Black man then left, and I heard a disrespectful/pushy voice message, so I immediately used a cell phone on the countertop behind me to leave him a voice message, saying “if you EVER talk down to me like that again, I will quit this Week. I will quit TODAY. do you Hear me, …’GUNNY’?”
I then went upstairs to finish getting my stuff down and packed in a white car in the garage. I had a couple piles up there, and a mess of stuff in the garage. The first thing I carried down was a handful of power-cord like a black and yellow extension cord, 1 end black, not the whole thing multicolored/2sided. I looked down in a white small bathtub to decide what to take first, and that was on top of a small pile.
There was a silenced carbine leaning against one of the garage piles. I wondered how I would make it fit in the back seat. There was a small uhaul-like truck at the open garage door. The garage lights were off, so things looked dim brown in the garage, but natural light was coming in through the open garage door. The Black man was back, walking down the 3 steps from the door to inside the house, apologizing, eyes downcast, brown face wrinkled, “everyone in there hates me now.” I said, tense and edgy, my voice that smooth gravely growling one, “I’m sorry I blew up on you, too.” I kept walking in, still to pack the rest up.
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I was at some 1story mexican-looking restaurant, med-yellow stucco/textured walls from outside, nighttime, and I walked behind my vehicle to piss on the dirt/bushes/roots, hoping no one would see/bitch
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I was approaching a few vehicles parked on dirt outside, the nearest looking like a VW oldfashioned/hippie van but boxy, not at all rounded, and as I got closer… I saw it had 3 horizontal rectangular cell-phone-size lights fixed in it in a row, and the same type of row of 3 on the opposite side, all 6 lights off, and looking like bicycle reflectors.
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before 9:30a, after going back to sleep at 5a:
I was looking for vegan places in some other state, my google maps showing a few, as usu., but i wasnt having luck ordering online.
I parked and walked up a sidewalk slope into an airlock for a mattress store, and saw a cpuple ppl inside, 1 woman shorter than me working the desk, and a very old white brunette wrinkly skinny hunched woman maybe on an electric scooter entering. I looked and saw this place also sold those scooters in a room near where twin size blue mattresses were stood up on their ends, leaning against a wall.
I went around a corner to a small room woth countertops and rolling office chairs, and sat down, apparently still in my phone or iPad, trying to order from a familiar place/website.
Did i nod off there? I heard a voice around the corner, stood, and headed back around the corner to exit via the airlock. Its inner double doors were open. It was still daytime outside. There were now 2 employees standing in the middle of the main entry/room. I apologized, said my name, said i was just trying to order some food, and headed back out and down the slope to my parked suv. My jacket wasnt on, and i worried my arm tats might be reacted to.
I went into one place i remembered, it looking high end, like a nice sports bar or something, tall walls, high ceiling, white and blue outside, big windows, nice dark brown bar countertop, menu up high, and i had ordered something, and wanted to call and ask them to guve me everything vegan they had, so i didnt have to search the menu for it.
I then drove to a nearby mechanic shop and went into the tall well lit bay, kneeling along the right side, all the tires off, and a wall or panel or something blocking my side of my vehic. A lift raised it a bit, just enough for me to start putting on the two right tires/wheels. I reqched under the wheelwells to find the nuts, and started the back tire first. The front one had 3 of 1 kind, and 2 of another, all looking odd and too narrow, but then i found a couple of the big regular nuts.
The short stocky fat dwarven mechanic asked me if there was a way i could get them paid right now, not via cc which takes a day or two. I wondered if my bank had a branch in the city. I noticed a tacotarian taco in a wrapper on the desk by some other food in a to-go convenience store hotdog paper holder, and got excited.
I went oitside to find out about the bank, but it was dark then, evening, and my phone said 4:59p, my bank closing or already closed. I then resumed looking for vegan places.
I checked for a tacotarian, zooming out, and saw where my blue dot was after the initial gray dot updated, and i was barely in utah from the north, but the map showed the state was dominated by a volcano in brown, with “the grand caldera/crater” labeled.
I went back in the shop, this time via the front door, to its med gray lobby. The mechanic walked by, and i thought i recognized him, so i asked if he was the one needing the money tonight. He said yeah, and sat down on the lobby couch. I sat on an armchair at a 90° angle from it, and said my bank had closed, but maybe i could call support and have them woire transfer or overnight it. He said he needed 500$ this night. I had back n the bay thought that was a high amount, but maybe it was for more than just rotating tires, maybe for replacing some of them. He slouched back, very fat like cb almost, and then said “ahhh it’s alright”.
I would pay normally, i guess, unable to think of anything, not having the money on me.
Why a repeat dream like this?
Was i on a road trip in an alternate dimension, similar Earth, same vehicle?
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The menu was white w thin fancy black font, thin-outlined or line-border sections, and at first it didnt seem vegan, but i now awake don’t rmbr being able to read it, or at least rn i do not have access to my memory of focusing on it enough to Have read it.
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I don’t ever recall the sensation of breezes or breathing in any dream yet…
sat14sep: before 1:25a: the retard ditullio sp was waiting in lame ambush w 4 or so big white wolves and a few of his fellow retard locals, 1 vibing as that moody cunt kid who worked at the gym, and he said there was an accident, some vehicle in the way somewhere, so i asked if everyone was alright, and a few sentences later he implied someone might wanna harm me or something, so i got in his face and said “Is that supposed to Scare me?? I’m a maRine, and an Infantryman; people all around the World want me dead.” He got up and left, as did the punk young man sitting in wait to mess w me did. I made a low soft wolf sound like a quiet plea howl only the white wolves still in that pit house/hotel room could hear, and they, being wise animals/beings, realized i was good, so they stood by me, letting me pet them. How disgustingly rude and stupid that the 2 humanimals dream-intruded, though. That just earned them worse sentencing once my superpowers finish developing.
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before 5:45a: was standing on ground or pavement by the back left side of a tour bus, orange lines art on its gray metal siding, like a pistol and holster hightech outline, and a dark brunette woman was saying not to salute/recognize her or something, prob bc of a sniper threat in the area, and i picked up a silenced smg or rifle and looked through its scope, then noticed part of its front was no longer visible, but 2 attachments were still visible, as if locked in mid air, as if it was a simulation or a partial-cloaking device. The 2 attachments were black boxy rounded things, one lower than the other. There were 2 dif levels of sights.
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Was on a neighborhood concrete street near curb, maybe a cul de sac, daytime, 2 men standing nearby, maybe a 3rd off to a corner, and i had started a square area like a walled fort of g.i.joe vehicles and furniture, all items at first a range of tan sand colors. There were a few small dogs nearby, and i approached one for a moment, prob to pet it. Was one white like my first dog? I then saw a desk i wanted in the square, so i walked to it and carried it over, adjusting its position a few times between choosing other vehicles from the many that were parked in neat formations/rows. Then i saw pastel green marpat colored tanks or launch vehicles like an MLRS but with dif curved tops. Then someone suggested i check out the group of 3 long-legged narrow tables, and suggested maybe i should be a machine, due to my methodical/efficient way of arranging things or thinking. I said “naahhhh”, not into the idea. I noticed one of the tables looked like a brown human head on star wars Walker legs made of dark brown wood, lanky, like a flamingo in a way.
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Sleeping in sleeping bag or under blankets on tan carpet of upstairs bedroom w cheap brown thin wood panels door, like those of shitty cb house, a woman downstairs, i wondering where her husband was, peter halliday coming to mind, then remembering he had left, and she had let me use the upstairs guest room. It was night. Low or night-lighting in that room. Lights off in rest of house, i somehow knowing that…even though i could not see them.
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3 sets of sleep and dreams this night. Phase3start sign?
sun15sep: taking one of the most complex paper tests ever, on advanced science subjects, incl. secret military tech,
in a new school building maybe a proto LHS, at first I just sat at my school desk thinking about ither stuff, then noticed student to my left already several questions in, so i started reading and answering silently my own, but not really n the mood, not unsure of the answers, but not in the mood for this test atm
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up in a skyscraper like wgi hq tower, looking out windows on pristine landscape daytime far below, goodvibes ppl up there w me, like an observation tower, also could be bb spire proto, very nice to be there
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New gym, very nice, well lit, 2story high ceiling, using a device which had 2 yellow hooks to hang workout thing from a metal black texture bar,
and then working out w massive weight (like a trapezoid in 3D, w 2 continuous-weld black texture rings as its handles, held at my waist, out in front of me a bit) as if it was nothing, turning side to side, and squating, sexy young cauc brunette ponytail woman noticing, similar to amanda liebovitz or a nina icv w white (barely tan) skin, she commenting, turned on, impressed, not wanting me to overdo it and be unable to do a long workout tomorrow,
a long jog scheduled, I not concerned at all, smiling, but pausing to honor her advice, only then starting to notice very slight strain in my leg muscles, another shorty woman at my right, about to coach me further
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In a spaceship, modern, empty except maybe a few others being quiet as i walked around. Commissioning another of my ship types/designs/prototypes?
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on computer, watching great porn, all perfected, very phase3 stuff
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making a paper room w foil, folding a corner up to join the door and side walls’ stsrts/bottoms, but then actual ppl standing in it, I using a razor to cut a rectangle door on inner paper layer that aligned with first paper layer door hole, they saying something, and a woman voice saying something about being “all sexed out for the moment”; needing a break before doing more sexworker stuff in there with us, not complaining, just professionally reporting to me like an athlete, good
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in a mansion nice room w lights off but soothing natural light coming in through windows to my right, i walking up to dresser or something, remembering it was my 2nd time using it / this room. I lowered the hinged brown smooth wood finished piece, after looking dn in the btm drawer which was the open drawer of 4 or 5 drawers
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more dreams, such as other areas, other creations, moving/staging gear, etc.
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100% good ppl, good dreams, new luxury highest-end stuff, ideal vibes, superhuman fitness, tonight!!
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between some of those dreams, remembering the retarded deformed midget fightpicker, as i looked out from a coast plateau at a dark cliff during an overcast day, and at the blue gray sea, asking him “what unit were you with”, amused at how weak and obviously evil he was, he somehow too stupid to know he was clearly revealing himself and preventing his own desired chance to deceive/fight/entrap
mon16sep: before 4a: many dreams, all decent, incl. highest-level meetings, 1 in a rectangular room I hovered dn to, 2nd frm bottom in a stack of 15 such rectangles, as if a highrise w an outdoor elevator, but no elevator, just me levitating effortlessly. Many more remembered before woke and piss
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before 7a: was excited bc about to meet amber icv, and thinking how she looked like the earrings-leaves bitch in bs, but w the height of a dif shorty, outside at a circular cafe table in concrete sidewalk i was walking over to, daytime.
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was in a restaurant, hearing several employees talking as they worked behind a countertop, one male walking to a nearby table and asking if there was anything else he could do for them before they headed out, then a manager saying something about one of their male coworkers not being there as much, and that he was studying computer stuff. I didnt like the big bowl of rice bc aftertaste, so i tried the sliced cherry tomato and other things, and finally a baled square of fish or vegan fishlike stuff, and it was btr.
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I was sitting at a computer desk, but surrounded by chairs as small and close together as in an opera house, and the woman at my right commented my typing was fast, and i gave her a look, saying i was typing as slowly and quietly as i could, then i powered dn the computer, and saw many things appear and scroll up on its screen, like a more colorful v of BIOS.
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more I remembered before fully waking
tue17sep, before dawn/twilight (sky still dark (minus deep-blue glow from full Moon) and starry): A evil male tried to get me to masktard while working on something (like a duffel bag-size item on the carpeted floor) in a glass storefront by a parking lot. I immediately noped (and always do/have) and left to walk the city in search of vegan. Concerned it was big city and had no vehic, as I began roaming alleys, noticing how different they looked from the alleys I was used to on Earth; these were clean, no homeless, and had colorfully-painted walls like the sides of ridged shipping containers.
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before 7a: went to gym, then to apartment of friend, hispanic, nice luxury handsome decorations color scheme, spot lighting, black floorboards.
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Blonde goat-boy wearing sweater, briefly on all fours at curb (during approach), noticed my finger accidentally was in its goat mouth but was gentle play; it did not bite me.
went inside and asked the 2 or 3 ppl in there who were about to make pancakes “Can they be vegan?” Waited for pancakes but saw not being mixed; needed an (1 more) ingredient. Fat humans arrived, I sat with one at my right on a 2person couch facing the chair/couch/es with the others for a moment, conversed for maybe half a minute before deciding to find that 1 needed ingredient to finish making the pancakes in the other room, floors light-brown wood, finished/coated, otherwise barren/spartan home/apartment.
Heard goatboy behind 2 double doors thin narrow, i opened the doors but it was dark and he not there, i realized someone had taken him, maybe parents or owner. felt sad a moment, as he was friendly, but got back to the pancakes-making.
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Demon creatures (several, all with dark red brown skin, textured) dragged 1 skinny India young man, who said a few words but got ignored, to where he was put down on the xeno-hive-like floor beside a post with a dark red skull on top, the skull’s fangs massive like spikes, no lower jaw, and beside it another pole, that pole topped with 2 featherlike spikes, those being bodyparts of some thing/creature which went after him (the India guy held on the floor/ground by the small group of demons/creatures). My first glimpse/mind-hop into Hell?
Saw face of some other/unknown guy in mirror, as if I had entered his mind, him saying happily, “I have skin!” as if that sacrifice to those creatures had restored his flesh/shell/exterior/whatever.
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First time seeing my own face and detailed eyes in a dream
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first time seeing snowfall in dreams; looking between the indoor blinds through a paned window to see some snow shifting around on a grassy backyard fenced, maybe around a pool, slight mound/raise to that part of the yard
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Good that i was met by a friendly humanoid, good that i keep rejecting the evil masktards, good that i keep seeking vegan, interesting first sacrifice witnessed/enacted/RPed.
wed18sep: before 530a:
entire other dream b4 eli car-chase, and i remembered it fully until fully awake
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pursuing white pickup on a street maybe 3wide per side like in Plano, eli maybe the front psgr, some other hispanic driving, saw their heads turning, and I sensed they might be looking back at me and about to fire a weapon,
Shot at truck, guy baled, then i got in, hid bag eli gave me, hid under blanket to right of gearshift,
ended up in shadowy/dim alleyway wide, so big it had different wings/branches, eli’s fam on a mattress at the back (dead-end) of one,
then “could possibly” advised girl (told her not to say that redundancy), she then the farmgirl i warned about what i saw on horiz
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farm saw black smoke and armored vehic horizon, snuggled w farm girl and felt btwn her legs, she letting me, not thinking anything of it; good/appropriate
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shit on floor of a fusion of a library aisle w a bus lane,
cunt called me out on the poop n aisle when i was driving smaller white van-like bus w red squares through, i was surprised bc had forgotten lol bc a prev day, then mad for her thinking she had any right to be moody at me no matter what punishment i instinctively knew to dole out.
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sewing machine, my pov just looking dn at white fabric sheet w lines/patterns on it, I moving it under sewing needle so it applied forest green thread along those lines, others around me, i assume also sewing on their own tables, dark around lit tabletops, one woman walking around checking on the others, my pattern like infinity symbols in grass or reeds border square, then the painting dream
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work in a painting place w much taller boss or someone tan dark hair and thin angled eyebrows, painted 6 brush like blocks black but then when they were stacked like little staircases on other cubicle displays i painted them forest green.
I could tell from his default freak-out facial expression stare, and his dark eyes, and their shallowness, that he was a demon/evildoer, and a shitty boss for jot having given any instructions, and to be shut down from there. He seemed to be calling someone on the cell phone to report/complain, when he should not have told anyone, and at least apologized to me for his stupid behavior, and ideally praised me for my logic and craftsmanship.
His vibe/look and body language all screamed “why didn’t you paint them all the same color?! why didn’t you know to?!”–even though your dumbass left no instructions
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recording dreams, prac remembering them, helps strengthen/elasticize my mind. It is not about assuming they have some deep or secret meaning, like being from mind-hopping or dimension hopping or astral projection /remote viewing. It is about having given myself the serenity and respect and time/ofp to meditate and creatively write like this, and to progress naturally
thu19sep: Thick gray books like square prism stones engraved on all sides, like big foam blocks on a table, except they looked solid/firm/hard
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knights outside, and 1 kneeled for a king, all had strawberry-blonde hair, all in med-gray armor with blue borders/capes
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I standing in a small apartment kitchen, opening some sort of oven-like or easy-bake device/appliance and using a hot-glove to slide out the heating-rack, set it on the counter, knew it was likely to burn the cheap surface, sure enough saw smoke, shifted it over and saw black burn line on that ~plastic white countertop, the still somewhat-glowing grill design/form like a flat-sides C or U-shape, then I looked outside or at an image of a grill outside, and thought or remarked how its exterior would be leathery but pale, like made of human skin or something
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2nd time seeing guy disintegrated in water tub in dark room while standing by a woman also in that tub, his head leaning back, mouth opening to scream/yell out in agony for those few seconds before he was dissolved/gone, and then closeup POV of a hand reaching into autopsy table collar (like down into an empty shirt without any blood stains; a total disintegration, not sloppy/messy/bloody) to show (take hold of and slowly raise up and out of that shirt) the remaining dog-tag like rectangle of clear gel squares attached in 2 rows on a panel (about the size of what the officers in Star Wars wore on their gray uniform) male hand thumbnail holding up from remains.
and before that disintegration (which I believe I witnessed twice in this dream/night): a group of vamp-like ppl, incl. 1 woman dirty-blonde, her ponytail at the top-back of her head, viewed from above their level in the room/tub, a bit as if I was on a porch balcony out there, all of them noticing and smiling at me in a neutral/decent/chill way.
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so many more dreams / much more content this night, but I don’t always remember it as well once fully awake, and/or don’t always have time to type and post it all
fri20sep: Training w/ SEALs or some specwar, doing pushups on hard ground orange ish dirt outside day.
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on bed and noticed someone around corner through doorway to adjacent bedroom, wondered if they heard me cussing, then noticed boy like eric was entering or on floor bunk/mattress beside mine, wondered same, then said i cuss a lot but (something to counter), then saw myself and noticed short and parted hairstyle, got up and started cleaning up left food and trashbag, carried out through Hughes Lane house-like garage (like the view that garage had IRL) to roundabout middle to lean against, out of way of garage traffic.
But eric wasnt being an out-of-line poorly-raised poorly-deployed (against me) shit-talker punk juvenile like irl, just listening and then took a nap himself
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someone on a gate street like of the natl parks was saying the names of dif service branches songs, and dif objects appeared as each son was named and then played, starting w a shed, then a shed behind it, then 7 a10-like airplanes flying over in very close overlapping formation, as if fused together
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There were 4 dif vehicles parked all throughout the current campground in dream-side, but none when i woke, just as when i’d gone to sleep
sat21sep: no dreams remembered, makes me wonder if i wasnt astral projecting, or if my body/ies out there was/were asleep
sun22sep: before 3:30a was met by ambi, or the latest asshole using an illusion to preTend to be her, she seemed in a hurry, weak, apologetic, explaining why she was in a desert and could not yet meet me in waking or permanently, we were in a room rectangular on a sandy floor, the floor under so much sand that it had footprints or ripples like mini dunes. I then got with a squad or so of troops or specialists, and was given a paper or pamphlet which i began reading, but we had to deploy, so once at the bldg where we knew ambi was trapped..i asked the guy leading the male and female squad if he remembered how to do what was on the paper i had been shown, he said yes, so we prepared to breach and get her out.
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2nd dream was in vehicle, working on laptop, sitting on multiple big white togo bags with dozens of vertical dry pasta plastic packages in them, and i noticed my legs’ bodyheat from being atop those pasta bags so long had somehow turned the upper tips or corners of the bunches of straight pasta pale and limp even though the pkgs were still sealed and no hot water applied. I moved my vehicle, saw some grayhaired shorthaired “woman”, then was met and in the vehicle of a man and woman, the woman similar to the model-like one who w bald guy rode w me in tokyo train out toward bus station to bus to mt fuji. She shook my hand after apologizing for me being n my vehic for so long, saying her community wasnt supposed to be like thatz not taking me in and all. The man beside her in the nice big dark subirban remained professionally quiet at her side, prob her bodyguard.
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3rd dream was my in a big barracks on ground floor, concrete, dozens of camo uniform marines inside, several started standing wrestling, woven arms, like how male elk lock horns and try to push each other around. I somehow got tangled up in that bs, some soulless badvibe cpl like lopez2 said something about several of us getting rank trimmed back, i.e. demotee, and i telepathically sensed it wasnt for the fighting but for a bs budget cut. I was not pleased. I said “less pay, less work”, meaning i was gonna stop doing as much for the unit. I thought of which tailor i might go to for having a chevron removed, but then noticed it was already being trimmed off my dress blues sleeves as i walked past a table w some mexicans sitting to my left, one of them doing it. So strange that i was in a thin t-shirt version of a dress blues jacket, like the one used for bootcamp photos, and they had removed a rocker, not a chevron, and left red strings not trimmed from it. I kept walking to the open squadbay doors, and to a brown metal grating cage outside on the “catwalk”/breezeway concrete, seeing it had a dozen or so ice cream cones lying in it, and a green camo marine like Thurnher sp said they had tried to get those out but they were stuck to it. I went to get some trash from a few bags in a group by a collapsible dark brown table w another few marines sitting behind it. I reached n and got my group of trash out, put it in 1 or 2 bags i then carried out on the sand and walked around the barracks corner to the parking lot.
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630a dreamed pc not letting my right click to start a new file or paste a copy, then looked for food for ketchup packet i squeezed into small tray amidst other packets, looked for food, found a burger and fries in a bag on floor, didnt know how old, inspected, thought i saw mold on top pf patty inside, decided to go get fresh, woke to a red taillights truck parking ahead. Pc popup menu was small over desktop screen area left half, bottom half of that, and showed only 2 options above a thin horiz line, and 1 option below. 2nd attempt showed no options below. 3rd showed a thin brown horiz bar instd of line.
mon23sep: All inappropriate unwanted dream contact; lfb evildoer showing closet mod w mirror countertop replaced w small closet and dark blue wallpaper. Fleshlight seen up hidden in ceiling wood beams space, on my lap, as if i was on a team finding things like that at suspect side building like a lighthouse or watchtower outside a church
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Arrived for tournament across big air space in vast hangarlike temple room, halo architecture scale style, purple rectangle forcefield barrier along edge of rectangle golden platform for my team, huge daylight window or wall opening behind us, female in head armor spikes in center talking shit right b4 we arrived
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Proto mini grid-mind chamber w concrete-gray-looking underside piece w 4 nubs at its btm corners, computer inside, little sd-card-like chip black w curve on one side, had 1,000 souls on it, some loser brown-skin tried to angrily demand i give it to him, or a copy of it, and i refused, shutting him dn multiple times, telling him where to go if he wanted any of the data, and he backed off, still moody/evil
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Had abdomen surgery, stood and noticed still open w a 4 petals incision not sewn up, told the young woman i needed it sewn up, i think she hid in a closet, i saw a mirror like on the dresser in my marblewood room and frisco apartment. I then told the other woman in that rm w tan carpet and almost dim overhead lighting that i needed to be sewn up. Based on my concern about bloating/fat?
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lmao, though; even though all those dreams were not what I asked for, thus illegal, it is still fanTastic that the evildoers have become SO POWERLESS that they have resorted to once-a-month~ dreams, they not even able to ruin moments with their voices/lies during Waking anymore (compared to how in phase1 they were CONSTANTLY present, ALWAYS lying, ALWAYS meddling, etc.; they are nearly ghosts/gone now!)
tue24sep: ~3a: was in a stadium, only sparsely lit, mostly empty, dark gray and black color scheme, big formation line of cheerleaders or something, i saw them first from the balcony terrace overhang. Several others were in the stands w me, i went down and walked along the line right next to them, seeing their shorty heights and sexy faces, smooth dark gray uniforms, as if inspecting or coaching them. I then discussed w some women in black or mostly concealed by magic, except for their somewhat out of focus faces, how the formation was, the convo lighthearted and maybe w a joke once or twice, but definitely them seeking my input, listening far more than uttering a word. This is the most hotties I have ever seen in a dream.
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I said “only good dreams tonight, only the best dreams”, and it worked, it seems.
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then I was working carefully on a table saw, cutting a square hole or some guidelines for one through a board maybe 1cm thick, pale, and the size of a napkin, talking to someone. Someone else then became noticed, lying on the floor or ground, looking at me, neutral vibe, and someone else asked me to leave the board to join them. I was concerned about protecting my work, bit eventually walked over to them.
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Then i was adding to a dark-yellow lego castle, built on one of those 90s lego-foundation hills-topography circular-pegs base-squares, and ‘digging’/feeling through a bin of legos beside it (the size of a medium-size cooler; not big enough to go fetal in, but not much smaller), lifting out the medium-gray straight thin pieces, some stuck together in groups (like walls not fully disassembled), happy bc they would make for easy walls additions. I showed how to use the portals pieces to cause a dropped lego man to fall somewhere else, such as back down through the same portal.
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Then i was in a classroom like shepton’s upstairs, soothingly lit, maybe a dozen max in there, and someone said something, as if a spell or command to summon others, and at least 3 or 4 uniformed cheerleaders were on the floor, spread out, one sucking a teacher’s dick, that teacher on a student desk, seated, the cheerleader on the floor, looking at me as she casually sucked the tip. Another cheerleader was in the splits position, seducing us. A third was in another corner, in the missionary position, holding her ankles so her legs start wide open for any of us. All vibed as perfectly fine with all this, good ppl. I sat at a desk in the middle of the row by the wall with windows, and looked at a girl seated in the 2nd desk from the front of the class, complimenting her, she turning around, her face not perfect but cute tan, and i apologized, saying she is great but i thought she was someone else. Then suddenly i felt a warm smooth perfect female right cheek pressed to my left cheek, and didnt have to look to know it was my top wife, ambi. She and i didnt want to separate, both completely attracted and addicted to each other. We kept our cheeks touching like that for minutes, she at the desk right behind/beside mine. She was in a skirt, almost a cheerleader outfit, but white and blue, not the medium dark gray color scheme of the others. She was perfect in every way, vibe and all, temperature, silkiness, you name it. A brownskin boobsy girl in a strappy top, maybe another cheerleader, grinned as she peaked up at us from sitting near a paper towel dispenser which blocked my view of her head until she leaned down a bit. I telepathically and then verbally chatted w ambi, asking if she wanted a sacrifice or something. First time i felt her in a dream. Just a cheek feeling that smooth and warm and perfect? Feeling her whole body during sex and nightly will be pure heaven. Amen.
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btwn 6 and 9a: back in a dark ground floor spacious apartment orhouse, invited to play minecraft w a familiar guy, his wife in the main room behind me
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saw a robot arm helping make a dessert or something, told a guy in another restaurant about it, he asked where and what it made, i named the place and menu item, it was like cpk, but had an R in the name
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2nd time seeing several clips as if in person or vr or holodeck, 1 was a rattlesnake moving into a slightly lifted glasslike dome, once inside someone said its rattle had gunpowder in it, and that it was stressful situation, little sparks popped and flew out
wed25sep: I had said b4 bed, “only the best dreams; of inisfree, are what i shall dream tonight” or something close to that, and again it seems to have worked; only neutral to good versions of ppl from past/Waking, etc.
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~midnight: Russians, but maybe actors, me seeing harrison ford’s face, or someone similar, but with parted whitish gray hair poofy short styled like beta men in the 70s and 80s for desk jobs and spy movies,
he smiling as if from a square photo of a yearbook page, but it became 3d, and then showed him in a hangar w spacecraft and white painted metal supports thin like vertical I-beams, he on the concrete smooth shined floor, a couple dozen russians or others around him, as if he had been shot down or recovered from a spy mission/plane, but he was calm and even cheery,
and i wonder why i saw such a thing, or was able to be present, as it seemed highly classified and rather hurried/tense, from the body language and vibes and closeness all around of those russians or whomever they were.
multiple spacecraft in hangar as if a museum or factory
news crew nearby/around the harrison-like astronaut/spy
Was this a recovered suppressed/akashic memory of using a superhuman ability to look at a photo shown to me… to then instantly detect where that person was/is, who is around them, what is going on in their life at the time of looking, etc.? This may be another possible hint/evidence of training/employment regarding astral projection.
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~1am: nice dark evening suits we were all in, but couture and custom, some black like tux, but mine i later noticed upon looking dn or seeing my reflection during the 3rd event in this dream…was a patchwork of dark colors, incl reddish and yellow and blue, with a white tie tucked in at an angle between the 2nd and 3rd buttons down from the top button.
high-end places ea time, black metal smooth straight thin support posts on mildly sloped black textured walkway like a handicap ramp but for the whole hall as if a modern unique design by a talented artistic architect,
tall elegant window walls, I think to dark landscaping slots or courtyards, similar to museum or zoo exhibits.
well lit halls and rooms, unsure of time of day outside,
gray carpet thin hard,
Graciella-like (as she appeared at White Owl) (icv?) neutral look/expression and vibe; not moody this time (like that defective/inappropriate/foolish/evil cunt at White Owl), sitting at a circular table for 3~ but just her, the table high-ish like a bogger v of a barstool,
3x in a row; at 3 consecutive formal dinners/presentations, she was always there, always waiting and looking for me.
A male like Eric chinese from PWSHS talked w me, he in a black suit, good vibe, chill, alert, professional. We spoke of the thick rectangular prism wristband watch-like devices I had seen on at least a couple people during walking to these 3 events, 1 i think being on that graciella-like hottie. The devices had a wristband, and then their blocky part was like a pale sand tan colored Duplo, w 6 square buttons or raised parts in a grid of 2×3 in the indention/pit of their outward face/plane, the edges of those squares all rounded.
Dozens more males in nice dark suits, and females in evening wear/gowns and forearm gloves, gathered and quietly conversed until the suited speaker, a brunette middle-aged somewhat portly man, walked to the podium to begin the first speech or show.
I had spoken about Inisfree, and Eric had asked what mountain or ranges are in Antarctica near it. I had thought for a moment, picturing its terrain as not that mountainous, mostly just the ice ‘domes’, but then had remembered standalone mt kirkpatrick, and said “duh” or “derp” at myself, amused i hadnt thought of that immediately, not to mention the Trans-Antarctic Range, now that i am awake and thinking of it.
I told eric of mt. kirkpatrick, and of vinson massif, saying those were the 2 big ones on that continent, and recommending he check out both if ever he went to that continent, saying something about good skiing or hiking on one or both of them. His expression and vibe showed he was listening, perhaps interested, polite, receptive, not at all judgy like the idiots during Waking were.
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~2am: noticed my 2 assault rifles had 2 new settings added/stenciled onto them; the normal selector switch lever could point to single, burst, and auto, but when i looked for safe/off… I saw 2 new settings and did not like them, and was mad that someone had modified/painted my private property, feeling wronged.
Got upset, sensed the evil fake sistr n an adjacent room, i think my marblewood bedroom, i at the angled window overlooking the backyard pool from my wall-less loft bedroom.
Remembered i had other firearms elsewhere, and was glad they were locked up.
Saw 2 matching pistols w mag extensions, all parts thick strong bulky black matte as if 3d printed. I turned them one way and the other, but did not see my hands on them as i did so, as if it was by-mind; telekinetic, or in a simulation/game. I noticed their barrels/upper receivers could be turned to a few different angles, not affecting their inserted magazines, a very unexpected and unique feature.
Walked from outside day parking into store (so i had those pistols on a seat of a car or truck).
In bookstore, saw dif books on shelves
All workers shorter than me
On way out from back of store, a young woman recommended a new Spawn thick comic like an illustrated novelette
I saw it on my left on a middle shelf near my knee and stopped to read it, saw several pages, all in black and sky-blue
Then it was animated, as if i was in vr in a cartoon based on one of its chapters/scenes, a pile of golem blob bodyparts on a triangular black rounded rocks border table like surface, the demons mostly pale blob golems shorter than me, on a hell-scape of obsidian under overcast dark sky, one saying the bodyparts were ready to be sent to demons somewhere else, prob another plane/dimension, to replace amputations/war wounds, and then something went wrong, blue flame around the narrow end of that triangular tray, some of those bodyparts caught fire, and that demon was upset, almost yelling out in stress that the parts could not be sent anymore, so he decided to grow more parts in a hurry from his own body, and send himself through the triangle tray portal.
First dream of being in Hell, and amidst such golems/creatures, and it suggests they too have to deal w decay which only seems to exist in the human-occupied Waking plane.
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~3am: Brandon Strong was in a small vehicle parked outside, it now evening/night once i got back to the parking lot, as if hours had passed between me picking up that Spawn comic and going back out to find my vehicle.
I could not see or remember the vehicle i was using, so i went to the driver side of his car, its window down, and asked gim what its make and model was, as it now occurred to me it was borrowed from Him, and he started telling me some number, like a license plate or VIN, so i interrupted, again saying no just its make and model.
It wasnt helping, and I felt we had to go, so i Very reluctantly accepted his offer to be driven there, he shifting to the middle seat but still somehow able to drive from there.
I had said i need to get going or something like that, to an office or somewhere for work, and he or someone else standing outside his vehicle on the other side had said something about a pool.
As he backed the vehicle out, he changed course to pull into a space facing some out of shape bitch on a sidewalk under streetlight or a building mounted corner light above, and said something retaliatory to her, she i think his ex, and then he again backed up and drove us out of there, overall calm, just wanting to get that out of his system. The chick on the curb had not responded.
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~4a: Walking around in a swimming pool the size of a skatepark bowls-shaped area, mostly smooth and pale gray, with a tiles rim border, and a few others in the empty pool w me, plus more ppl on the surface around it in the distance a bit, several meters from us.
cracks up wall of empty pool pointed out to me by a cauc brunette woman who i think had a ponytail and maybe clear glasses, i focused on the big vertical crack, then saw a couple lesser ones beside it, and became concerned about that side of the big pool caving in due to ground pressure when not filled w water.
Thor on phone, called by that woman, i heard merrily chuckling about being asked to come help, he apparently their go-to guy for pool construction and patching.
swimming w animals then, as if in a filled pool, or after that patch-up work had been completed, one like a white rabbit easing down into the water, ears tucking back, nose under for a moment after dropping in, then doggy paddling past me to the other side, vibing as knowing/confident it could trust me.
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~5a: sliding thick hardcopy books out a window or open wall panel of a descending spacecraft in atmosphere, the sky a gentle dim post sunset blue and gray, 1 book at a time, from a metal frame set of shelves, each book spine having gently sky-blue glowing title as if not ink printed on it but built-in lighting, the books apparently meant to be ejected and survive the fall, prob not made of paper,
one other person in the same small side room, working on something else,
I looked out the wall opening, sensing or thinking the ground would start coming inti view, and then some greenish mountaintops did, then the flat land below, showing our descent was very gradual and not tipping/rolling, but landing or crashing was imminent, perhaps in one minute, so i turned from the bookshelf and started stepping into my spacesuit parts, and heard clicks from that and/or the other guy doing the same.
After thinking about this dream a while this morning, i get the feeling it may have already been experienced, perhaps during my possible time travel several years ago from this spot to this time at this same spot.
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Woke a few times, each time practicing recalling and wanting to write/type my dreams, a good default now, surely helping me to remember all these details once i woke.
I heard “blob” in thought-voice, and could not at first remember blobs in one of these dreams, wondering about it until the demon appendages triangle tray/surface got fully recalled without me even trying, once i had started typing all this. Maybe i was for some reason helped to recall that particular dream, and it certainly is interesting and new, the demons/creatures in it not vibing as evil/malicious at all, completely the opposite of most humans i have met.
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All these dreams initially typed by 6am.
Reminds me of memory elasticization in corps of cadets, but now to help me w my coming/aligned goddess wives, allies, realms, etc..
I studied and trained for years before the service, so it would not be a shock to me,
and now years more for eternity, so i will be ready.
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For some reason, during half-awake half hour, i thought maybe i should Not type/record the russian dream, but i don’t see why it would ever be an issue. I record All my dreams, and have recorded russian ones before, so why not this one?
thu26sep: before 2:35a: was at a selfservice carwash-looking place, a young woman about to drive a white vehicle off, maybe a small moving truck or camper, and a police suv tried to drive up to the carwash bay she was in and stop her, but she drove off at first, or out, rather, and then another vehicle was sort of in the way or off to the side, maybe about to use a bay, and somehow the leaving vehicle got tipped over. The young woman was on her back, torso upper half out her window, vehicle still on its side, she un-phased, though, not a scratch On her, her hairstyle a big top bun w side strands like in that tinkerbell art w the rainbow wings typist sent yesterday. She looked decent, but was a little too similar to the dwarf females in WoW, i.e. slightly chubby stubby. The cop sort of implied she had been drinking or was drunk, which she didn’t like, and seemed mildly concerned about, turning to look at him with a faint frown. I couldn’t tell, but I thought she might be faking sober.
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Then had another unexpected few firsts;
Rain,
new males,
grocery store hangout,
soda boxes,
skiing,
and glass objects 2handed striking, perhaps bc of my martial arts wrap-up yesterday.
I noticed Rain Ocampo, or who Seemed like her, lying on her back behind a customer service counter in a new groc similar to Albertsons, and I went in closer to see her, but thought about backing out when I saw she was behind stacks of soda can pack boxes, half of them dark blue like pepsi. Was she drinking that crap? She looked fit, though, and was in her strappy top from that Fast Furious 1 pic. Then i noticed her vibe was like a stern tough emotionless statue, not good. The vibe of the several late teen / early 20s males around her was the same. They seemed tense, edgy, but not able to attack me. Very phase2neutral, like forced-neutral; like they would have done evil otherwise. 1 in particular seemed like the moodiest idiot; the brown v of hitt, more or less, w shaved dark hair, white wife-beater shirt, maybe thin cheap chain necklace. He like she and the others was resting on his back on the floor behind those stacks of soda boxes. Why were they hanging out like that?
I ended up resting on Rain’s chest. She did not resist, but did not hold me either. She said in a friendly or cunty warning not to let that guy see me on my way out. I disregarded that evil rude bullshit, and got up when she did, going into the bathroom for a moment, we now somehow out of that groc and in a low-ceiling normal shitty apartment. The bathroom light was off, or got turned off. The door to it looked like a shutter. I stepped out, she went to the room across the short hall from it, and i went past the nexus of the foyer to the open kitchenette, where i saw one of the guys, but not the brown one she had warned me about.
This guy was like a fusion of evil eric brass. w lopez2 and maybe that yakuza former boss in the dumbass fb short vid. He was shorter than me, also in a white wife-beater, and had a mex buzzcut of sorts, black hair. Prob also a neck chain thin cheap. He said something a little edgy or dark, and i began striking at his chest and head w a sooth round glasslike object or two, making several direct hits, but it was as if he felt no pain, or was a hologram, not even flinching, and i felt no impacts myself.
I thought he, too, seemed evil enough to inappropriately attack me, but he did not. He walked through the logan-like living-room to the other/back bedroom, and into its lit closet, said something lame evil like another cold warning, so i again struck at his head, still holding the two glass-looking round objects, but again it did not phase him nor feel of anything to me. How weird.
At least i immediately stood up to those jerks.
At least i saw Rain again, and felt her.
At least she left after not being warm to me.
Technically all signs of good and power on my side.
I disregarded basically an entire squad of thugs/evildoers, going straight for the boobies lol.
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Then somehow i was outside on a snowy skiers area, dozens of people slowly skiing around, the terrain flat near a narrow pass through the tree-ling, cables for a ski lift just overhead, and something told or showed me that there were a few terraces and short cliffs ahead, so i did not feel like attempting to ski toward and around that, as i had little experience. I let some brunette ponytail woman get ready to pass me through that flat snow gap in the tree-line from the starter/return area to the start of the run toward the highest terrace/drop.
Everyone seemed chill/carefree, not at all dark or tense like Rain and those guys had.
Was this another blip of my future ski resort or yc ‘hood coming to life?
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Not at all my fam cab I said I would dream of, so i guess just declaring what i will dream could not work tonight. Whatever. I will keep trying.
fri27sep: before 6:40a: was training, some famous maybe actor face one of the instructors, arnold?, all of them/us in green camo, they on a roof of a 2story bldg, a rope or rope ladded over the side, mil base like a neighborhood in a mntn town, perhaps urban trng, i thought i should rest first, maybe recovering from mild poisoning/”sickness”, detected/sensed some judgmentality default overreaction from those teaching/trng outside my 1story house across a lawn from the trng bldg 2story house, but they said nothing. I joined in later, but the famous-looking one was leaving, i got up on the roof maybe, completing that training course/step, then a farewell gathering for him may have been spoken of and started.
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was at a picnic table, brown wood, uncovered, outside, afternoon lighting natural, not bright daytime but not dim, several people seated at it, I standing facing its long side, stuff on it, we conversing, I saying how I would leave if I could and never come back, hopeful of getting to go to my realm. Not moody, and no one around tried to argue like the dumbass evil Waking humans; more phase2; neutral.
Not the mpha pickup/extract I had last night said I wanted to dream, but at least the topic came up during the dream.
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Then was in a meeting room in maybe another new groc, dozens of ppl, all shorter than me, walking around as i talked w 1 of them, one asking which i wanted to link up w for a meeting, i ofc said the only female, the shorty tan ish blonde w ponytail, so i then went outside…
hung from side of a 2nd-story ‘catwalk’ (outdoor hallway connecting dorm/barracks rooms) I jumped up and successfully gripped w/o looking, then someone walked up behind me and said something about getting hurt or being careful.
That person seemed to be a short brown young woman, maybe a recruit/cadet/troop.
followed her up a dirt slope, barely grassy, slid down it a few feet, re attempted the ascent up to the railing metal normal horizontal poles alongside the sidewalk and street up there
sat28sep: before 2:45a: another with-troops dream; all green camo again, jogging toward a 2/+ story building’s side, the bldg not straight ahead of me, but to our left. Maybe a squad or two, or even a platoon, clearly casually, to a briefing. There was plenty of stuff before and after this point; a base, a mission, conversations. Inside, it was a room we were standing close together in a line in, scrunched up, no room to spread out unless we took up the presenter’s space. They talked about several MOSs of Infantry and their attachments, such as snipers. They said the snipers had a head covering that went under their helmet, and showed it, it looking like a knight padding cap that came down like a hood in back, as if to protect a fireman’s neck. The presenter said it was very hot under the helmet, and to give the snipers slack if we saw them nodding off while wearing it as they rode in our vehicles after their long night shifts. Why so many dreams where i am apparently in a military…when i don’t think about or watch Any military stuff all Day?
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Before 8:57a: voice said starfleet had been disbanded or something, then saw 2 spaceships, 1 like an Enterprise-size DS9 station, the other like a normal Enterprise, approaching, 1 from above, as if to pressure each other to change course, both ending up smashing together from one’s top, then descending into a vertical cave shaft big wide, under falling apart into the water at the bottom, i wondering if anyone would ever find their parts, let alone understand how it worked tgthr as a spacecraft
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Was in an old folks home hallway apparently, an old man walking ahead, seeming to hurry out of my way as i approached the access double-doors foyer nexus, 2 lapdogs behind me, i turning to greet them, they nice, the 3 of us hanging out in that nexus, then old man stopped and turned to talk w me, apparently no longer worried i was walking behind him, but he said a creepy joke about sitting on his lap, so i left.
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annoying being around pestering tsb, trying to get me to use a cell phone to text lfb evildoer, but i knew better than to let it know my nbr. Was advised to have a surgery. Read over documents in a binder of replies, some i complete, black bg, white font, outlined images tall small rectangles ‘ thumbnails’. Tsb pestered me “well, what are you gonna do?” I told him i was just gonna head out; not get the surgery. – someone had sent my info to several docs in some new hospital, incl claims that i had ingested something and expelled it, it showing up in their labs/test results, but it was not cocaine or any of 2 other controlled substances.
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more ssp? or just humanoids on other worlds? I saw a young woman leave her biodome or landed ship, heading into the wild, so to speak, then returning, the open white metal arch door amidst a vast see-through curve hull dome, scanning her in pale blue light back and forth, she stopping there to wait for it to complete that process, and a computer voice smooth butler style identified her, then a blonde woman w short choppy hair and eyes bigger than a humans, blue, w a jewel between her eyes, like a human owl hybrid in a way, remarked that it was their relative, and her hair was now “continental road”, their term for brunette, all of them blonde naturally, the new hair color a bit disconcerting or interesting to them.
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Many more dreams, all neutral over all, in spite of unnaturally old, and meddlesome fake relatives; didnt have to fight them back, had my say, kept moving on, and saw some fit hotties, albeit one (the blonde) w hair too short for her gender.
sun29sep: before 2:46a: got back from mex, easy/free crossing (no passport needed), spoke w border personnel, or bald guys at some fenced compound that seemed to be in/near florida, told them which part I had been to; the peninsula like n irl, map/world was much smaller, thus able to see it across the gulf. Went back across the border, nowhere near as nerve-wracking/bad-vibes as irl, met a fam/group at a table in a busy mex restaur, recognized some of them, i said i didnt speak much spanish but could tell them of the 18 of 32 states I had checked out, after correcting myself after i’d said been to 32, they invited me to travel w them, i worried about the hotties who were not there like before, not ever liking not being w hotties/them, saw 2 of the ppl n the group fucking on their side in one of their hotel rooms in/alongside the restaurant. we got questioned/addressed by 2 tall bearded cauc actors once heading south, who at first seemed like angry locals w guns insisting we speak/learn spanish, but they were trying to help preVent misunderstandings/muggings, and soon to the right of our seated group facing those 2 standing… an outdoor show/play began. I then ended up in some really nice home deeper in mex, 2 other ppl there, a woman and maybe her daughter, and was being politely told I could stay in one of the rooms, no pressure/evil like from the mexidemons irl. Was this mex in some other dimension/timeline trying to make up for all the evil Waking-mex had done to me?
Nice to be welcomed back and forth across borders without questioning, and to see ppl fucking casually for me to see if i want, and not pressuring me to do anything, and giving me appropriate places to stay/rest; all very phase2becoming3 signs/things/improvements.
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between 6 and 8:30a: finally Inisfree dreams, a day after declaring I would have them; saw the snowy central mountain like in mc, and was saving it,
then was editing the website, a concert pg, based on covers of Nickelback, adding a line of text, and lol first time in a dream saying “nigger, noooo. We just don’t do that here.”, noticing someone on phone several meters from my open driver window, wondering if they heard and would complain, but they said nothing.
Then scrolling dn and seeing a vid/remote viewing of chad in a nice dark blue dress shirt, standing by a pool table, looking up at 2 of his bandmates, I thinking how normal and down to earth he looked, then saw links to vids titled “preview here”.
mon30sep: before ~4:13a: was working in a high-end restaurant kitchen, brick walls, high ceiling, clean, spacious, big window to outside but maybe frosted white so natural light but no distractions, metal kitchen tables for food prep, metal stainless steel machines along walls, a dozen maybe working in there at once, somewhat crowded, fast-paced but all chill neutral. I asked a few questions, holding a mixer lid with black pieces on its underside grid, perhaps to help hold and clean parts of something. Then i tried a few menu items, still n that big kitchen, and liked them.
Tried a cookie, was asked something about another cookie, i then asked if they were talking about the one i had tried which was normal size, making a circle w my fingers to estimate show its size, one person then saying it was the bigger type of cookie
Had some conversations.
Then seem to have remote viewed through the windshield a black-haired male worker like a native american pale ish driving a boxy light tan car on an errand, he getting a call from the kitchen manager, telling him they needed him back in 12 minutes to prep drinks, maybe milkshakes, for an order or he would have to be let go.
At least one other errand started/witnessed during this dream, too.
Watched a short video made, bnw, artsy, featuring 2 of our sexy female workers, complimented them and the male who made the vid, saying we could raise prices 25% when it is playing in the dining room, and ppl would happily pay it bc of how great that vid is. He smirked, appreciating that honest energy remark and considering it.
I then told the 2 hotties, who were sitting there across from him, and they too seemed quietly taken aback and appreciative, proud.
checked my face n mirror, looked like a darker blonde v of my Kreuger play-by,
checked face 2nd time, looked even btr, male model level, brown eyes, tan, went back out to woo the 2 hot female elven workers w it.
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sudden transition to waiters hurrying away across a field from gunfire, two getting felled and moved aside, another 2 or 3 wounded, triaged by me, dark sky now, maybe nightfall, i doing medic work, using trauma scissors on one to open his white nice waiter dress shirt away from his right arm, odd that i would ask him if it was okay for me to cut such a nice sleeve. He was mumbling or softly moaning, in shock. Didnt see wound or bleeding, just hints of blood from under the clothes.
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Was the restaurant kitchen part an installed memory to cover up ssp combat, or was the combat casualty part the installed dream to coverup elite hotties in a nice area of a colony? Maybe neither; maybe my memories Can’t be altered.
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was at a beach, nice area, rich chill
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other dreams, all nice areas, all good, all females sexy, all males fit, everyone professional, but not interacting to my standard fully

OCTOBER:

tue1oct: before 3:20a: Eve Online playing, on a carpeted floor, tan/sand-colored carpet,
asked how to use a ship in that game, mine hovering in Space,
got help from someone who walked over, then I sat on a chair facing a collapsible long white table,
saw my t-shirt was olive drab dark w runes in circle pastel tan colored font+circle color,
guy like doc2 but w goatee like mine sitting across table from me, looking at me, he btwn 2 women
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on top of white car after walking around and talking to a couple/few males, bald tan almost-mongoloid (half-hispanic?) guy w uneven balding line y dark soulless (standard lame false human) eyes attempting to get up from his vehic beside the one i was on, to grab something i took, while i taunted him for being a bully, he preparing to try and lunge at me to take it from my grasp.
dog noticed behind me, like a pitbull, vibing as if his and trying to surround me / coordinate with that fool.
I began to levitate or fly, both of them unable to reach me, no lunge/suddenness initiated by them; I pre-defeated them both.
(and been a while since I used superpowers in dream-side, so this is a nice return to that good sign)
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tsb idiot to my left, sitting in a parked vehicle, like a small rental, the gaytarded weak-ass kind that loser always got, he got grammar wrong, he saying something to me like “you has…”, so i joked, asking if we were speaking ebonics n a ghetto hood, then gave 4 ex sentences w correct grammar, such as “I have done this.” Then went to a gas station, waiting on tsb to pay so i could pump gas, not pleased w my budget.
Was in a shop, nodding off, small plastic trash bag not fitting in open trash bin bigger than personal trash can, I helped it get adjusted and closed. Went into a back room w odd pastels color scheme (mostly a sleep-inducing hazy-blue) and 2 colors that didnt go well w it, plus small oldfashioned wooden pale furniture, and maybe a small black boxy TV on the one to my right, curved or bay wall of windows, white panes, view of snowy forest outside. Went back to checkout room; by the register and the shelves where the line of 4 or so cookie tins still were. Saw little cookie tins like the fancy england castle ones (briefly glanced at before going into the pastels room), commented on them, and then about the color scheme, possibly to an old tan-ish woman with curly white hair barely to her trapezius who was manning the register. Went bk into bk rm w odd pastels colpr scheme but this time w 2 other people in front of me, 1 a cauc brunette male, didnt mind the color scheme as much this 2nd time, prob bc I was moving around with more purpose.
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Went inside an apartment or house, nightlights on in the living room, like a small lamp or two, cozy lighting bc of that, a dog w an overlay like a cauc man approached, as if I was seeing a human soul/projection from a dog’s body, maybe that person a shapeshifter or something. I petted the dog, then noticed it was jumpy about its front paws’ wrist tops, so i did not pet those until it learned to trust me. Then suggested to the other human n the room that they not have it try sleeping in an open suitcase (which was resting on a chair or something in front of me, across the room, past its dimly-lit carpeting) until it had time to adjust to that, too. Told story of when i had Einstein and slid him around in an open plastic tote like a sled on the carpet, felt a bit bad when it refreshed my memory of also doing a stairs slide at marblewood. Later saw the dog asleep on back in their open luggage up on the wide armchair or small bed across the room, it having fully relaxed and adjusted, possibly hugging a dog toy or small pillow like a safety-blanket / comfort-object.
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not bad, this night of dreams, but not appropriate ppl n the dreams; obviously another phase2 sign, and needing work
before 11:01p: first time travel dream, saw many ducks being dropped like leaflets but realized they were being blown on the wind to land on a nearby pond, used my spotting scope, said to someone approaching to stop touching me, repeated it so i could zoom and focus steadily, seriously looked at the person to my right and said it might be our only supply drop Ever, walled or drove to a canoe, loaded it with containers like hollow stuffed animals, started opening the landed ducklike containers, found things useful n them, such as dark brown loose wool tp male or mend clothes with, started planning to fill canoe to sage max, then test b4 paddling back, then stepped away a moment and looked back…and was alone…and realized i had to will myself to time travel bk to the moment when the other was packing the found supplies w me, and it worked, saw our work on white tile floors of unlit marblewood laundry-room floor, someone said come look, went into garage, dark, but could see an open driver door, 2 white dogs sitting on driver seat, 1 was supposed to be einstein bit it was a dif breed, not a lapdog like irl
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Before that, there were many pets around me on a floor, and then it was partially underwater, i underwater amidst several mushroom-shaped pottery pieces, some of them bubbling and showing signs of being used as shells, i moved on, sitting up out of the shallow water, and when i lofted its top half up above the water surface there were bubbles and brown (dirt/mud?) that came out of its cylindrical straw-like top tube hole like a little chimney used for breathing by whatever sea creature was inside. I was able to verbally communicate w it, and told it i would set it bk dn n the water or something, which i did, and it thanked me for. There were also catlike creatures, kitten size.
wed2oct: before 4:53a was on a big mil campus, maybe for cadets, all green camo again, all short hair like buzzcuts, was marched or led around, ended up on bleachers in an auditorium stadium fusion or something, sitting behind spread out German students/cadets also n grn camo, i started trying to talk w some, one stocky blonde one sitting in front of me let me inspect hos left ankle and heel for some reason, and then i said i will not fight my friends, apparently inspiring the whole class/room of us to stand up and walk out, rebelling. We made our way back to the grassy daytime overcast campus surface, spreading out. A few soulless dark eyed evil glutton teachers in gray suit jackets and slicked black hair tried to stop us, but we kept spreading out, deserting, refusing to be ordered to hurt the German cadets. I paused under a ramp walkway, on grass short landscaped, and one of those gray jacket ugly old blob guys noticed, leaned down over edge to see and talk to me, i only seeing the top half of his head. Then a 2nd joined him in leaning down over that same edge, hos head top half also visible. I waited to see if the 2 would stop bothering me, but they remained there. I knew i had to hurry along before more showed up to try and order me around. I jogged and weaved btwn blds, avoiding ppl. I went in one, like a high-end dorm w gray thin carpeting, and again encountered a short soulless dark-eyed glutton in a gray suit jacket, slicked back blk hair. He was midget short almost. He had a walkie talkie. I kept looking at a doorless toilets room entry, and went in it, but he followed and radioed, so i picked him up by his throat and slammed him against 2 walls before down om his back, he seeming knocked out. I then left and continued the weaving route to hide and escape. I am glad we all stood up against the evil order to hurt and kill each other. First mutiny in dream side. Ssp irl?
Dreamed of hotties w their tops lifted up to show perfect tits/underboob. before 5p; during my post-lunch post/during-j nap
thu3oct: before 431a: i was over a lake that looked like a flooded quarry, and some guide was talking to us from across the day sky above its water dark blue surface, telling us where objects or ruins down in it could be found, which spot to dive down, past what might be a terrace of water or long straight waterfall as geometric as a mile-long step, but for some reason i did not want to go that deep.
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was in a line on a curved sidewalk by a railing, dozens of ppl around, i in shorts i think, happened to briefly chat w an elven brunette cauc woman similar to a hotter v of jennifer garner once in line behind her and she turned around. I then walked out on 2 white flexible square panels (having made it up many stories above where the waiting lines were), and went back and forth on them, finding a good standing spot, and gripped a hanging white flexible strip, one panel then dropping hinged out from under me, the strip like a bungee cord, and then i let go to freefall after flipping or swinging in view of dozens of spectators on multiple scaffolding/catwalk levels of a vast open-side/s blimplike airship. Happened to end up n another line down below, on same airship, and same jennifer garner hotter woman turned around in front of me, i recognized her, i now in a dark hat or hoodie, and i jokingly deadpanned “you’re the instigator”, referring to her convo or action frm the first line we met in, which she laughed at, appreciating, for she had only asked about a snack or something back then or this 2nd time we met, not instigating a thing, so she was glad i remembered her and was funny/fun.
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prob another dream or more than one before those two
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all neutral/good dreams, fit ppl, exploration, advice on how to do what i want, clean environments, chill vibes, female initiating and being pos
fri4oct: before 140a: i went inside and 2 cauc males or more were n a house, i asked if i could borrow some clothes, 1 told me where i could find some of his i could borrow, then the 2nd, like the mac retard at bshm, told me where i could borrow some of his own, i ended up trying on a beanie, a jacket, a white pair of ski pants, and a black pair of big ski pants over those. Then i was n a bedrm on ground floor, moving a mattress bc it had some crickets on it and was wet from rain, as if brought in aftr a camping trip. The bshm mac looking guy also said i could have some of the food atop hos dresser, but to try the lavender colored plastic cylinder candies before taking the whole container, bc “those things are mentally retarded”, lol what a thing to say about M&Ms-like candies or the dental-floss tube-size container they were stacked in. I tried one and it was like a mild lighter form of big peanut M&Ms, which I liked well enough, so i took the rest. I went outside to get n the car to go, and saw a short but not too small dog (like Lassie, white and brown well-groomed long-ish fur, but midsize; not full-grown, and not tiny enough to be a lapdog) playing w a ball and someone in the rain, the dog resting on its stomach while facing the ball, the dog not minding the rain. I then noticed a horse white lanky in the dark near the side of the house, and another dog between its back left leg and the side of the house. It seemed to want to approach me but was nervous. I said it was okay, and twice offered to pet it or let it sniff my hand. The 2nd time, it dared approach. I noticed its 2 big front teeth (the size of playing-cards almost, and didn’t like their slight angles apart, a gap between them), and that it had some rainbow maybe dyed mane parts. It sort of began shapeshifting into a humanoid, and then we went inside and sat down to chat. There was a small squarish table and plates or trays of food to serve from.
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I began serving myself while chatting. We talked of what it was doing out there beside the house; sneaking some bites from the orchard that irl was not beside the marblewood house (and why the fuck does it keep being used as a setting in these dreams?). I then told it pf the foods iii like, such as pizza w unique toppings such as pineapple. The horse was now a female human sitting across the table from me, us at opp corners, a few others sitting at tables around ours. We were excited to bond over food and talk of food. She said it liked spaghetti on pizza. Then several guys entered and politely joined our convo, as if introductions there were not necessary. Many of them vibed as veterans of dif branches, but chill, good dudes. Was this an ssp veteran event somewhere, or just another odd mixup of my mind when it is at rest, free to wander and make new stuff without me holding focus on things during waking? Anyway, i started chatting w these guys, too. Two older women joined. They said something to the effect of being nurses or healthcare workers and doing their best to advise or care for ppl, and i could tell they wanted to talk about the vax stuff. One of the guys specifically briefly brought it up, and i realized he was wisely against it, so i said whenever someone tells me they took that injection, i thing “you fuckin retard. Even w lesser stuff, like before i go on a road trip, research things for Months, sometimes Years b4 going; i learn about the culture and roads and apps, everything i can, so if something happens…i’ll know what to do.” I was glad to feel comfortable enough to speak like myself with this guy.
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Then a few older/old guys joined our chatting group. Eventually, one of them bled from his right ear, and it was a lot before he felt it and noticed. Next scene was him cleaned up, lying on his back on a hospital bed, 2 of the guys sitting with him, reassuring him, his nose and mouth different looking, now like tent flaps, triangular overhangs, and he was asking them to help him, understandably panicked. One kept his oddly long-fingered oversized hand (later, after waking and playing StarCraft, I realized it looked identical to a Protoss hand) resting over the guys’ hands, forearms, and chest, telling him confident and stabilizing things as they stayed beside and focused on him. When i had seen the blood, i had said, “Look; that guy’s going. He’s going.”
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This night’s dreams seems like a sloppy use of dream tech; ugly ppl, med issue, stuff i didnt want to see, getting details of the plano house wrong, etc.. The orchard and food table talk could be hunger dreaming, of course. The group chat could be longing for friends. The ear bleeding scene could be my concern about my own ear/s. Etc. But overall it was just more semi random bs, and evil irl ppl behaving tolerably, more or less. True-tolerable would have been them not Being there; hotties like n other past dreams instd. Still, it was neutral; i had health, decent chats, bonded w some aware of the pharma scam, and i remembered so clearly when i woke. Also now hearing soothing sound of breeze through tall trees, and little scurrying of prob chipmunks taking shelter in my wheel wells.
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Was the bleeding right ear old man in the dim room a hologram, and/or maybe ssp trng to ensure i don’t react/panic to/about wounded ppl my teams may be going to heal?
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I was standing at a table, having entered a room, asking shorter ppl hosting a new-hire trng…about the vid thumbnails on a drawn outkines drafting table poster surface, as a small tv on a desk showed trng clips or something. Ended up knowing and saying names of clip names as i positioned or chose them on the drafting table. Then was sitting on a shopping mall tan-cream-colored smooth polished floor beside a skinny/elven/petite cute asian girl leaning to my right side as we watched something, and i wished it was ambi sitting there w me. The rest of big mall was empty. Unsure why i was watching that stuff or starting that job. Many other dreams, all neutral to good, all w shorter ppl, all w me easily learning and overcoming stuff. Driving on rough terrain in off-road vehicle, no; being driven, i n front psgr seat, pointing out amazing colorful storm clouds ahead and to right, dark ones hanging down to ground level off to right, and slow swirls of red-bottom dark clouds ahead as we passed right under, like a rotating spaceship in a supercell, but no wind or noise or damage to our truck, i excited, driven vibing as nervous. My atmokinesis developed/previewed?
before 828a: reverse order (typed starting with last dream before waking, then practicing remembering backward as far as posb): vid game like pubg but lifelike like my games, as of developing them, someone advising me to pickup the machinegun red and golden smg, then when enemy health bar visible after i asked how to pick up other guns lying on ground, then how to drive dark red suv w windows down, then killed a few skinnies who hurried at me, i taking no damage. i couldnt pick up most things lying on the ground, a quiet sound apparently indicating I was nearly maxed out on what I could carry, having chosen that 2nd/lower square-outline rocket-launcher start-option before entering this VR area. I chose the rocket launcher cartoon animal face under the 2faces game setting on start screen on tv (as stated, before entering this playing area/setting).
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playing another game video b4 that.
The 1st game was the demons tower defense, 2nd game was screen w 2 options to start, the top option having 2 round cartoon creature heads smiling w fangs comical, rectangle panel, and 2nd button below it was square panel w single head and rocket launcher label. 2nd game was set on a dirt beach, horizon haze pale as if surrounding mist/fog, but no fog/haze up close or midrange.
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setting up line of checkers-like white pieces across my side of a bridge, to fill in gaps btwn the 2 that were already there, overhead pov, then adding guns atop each piece, as if auto turrets to hold back expected enemy advance. Then set up a couple similar pieces/devices at a double-door wooden, now in first person pov, and a demon brown wrinkly w clawed hand tried to push open door, but i was stronger, shutting door and bracing against it while calmly asking for a handle-like piece to touch to the 2 door sides to lock them shut, demon kept pushing it cracked open, i kept re-shutting, then got gun and shot through slit, never once concerned, just focused and capable.
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Was this (dream actually) wmkm studios game-development (being by me now) foreseen/confirmed/manifested? And game-room holodeck tech foreseen? Being commissioned by me after made by my ICVs just right, to my specs? : )
I sure hope So.
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was jogging on white sand gleaming, ‘rolling’-dunes terrain, dozens of others (all African males), i making my way to a nearby spot (just ahead, as most of them walked/strolled perpendicular to my slow and steady jog on the white sand ridge, a short slope/angle/cliff to my left, easily slid down if I wanted), as if hurrying for some reason, but not bad/worried.
Before this jog, 1 of the African men told not to believe map names; he said asia used to be called africa, but modern humans changed history-book claims. Skinny Black man telling me this, seemed to believe / vibed as believing what he was saying. I had asked where he was from before he said that, he said somalia, and he asked if i knew where that was, then he said it is not in africa, but asia, contrary to what i had been taught. My first thought was that I was pretty sure it was in Africa, and I pictured where it was on the Waking map, but then I considered his words/claim and vibe. I now (upon being awake and typing this at 11:45a) wonder if someone in Africa was dream-contacting me, revealing another ancient secret/history/story-part to me. Maybe part of ancient Somalia extended off current-Africa into current-Asia, and back then that part of Asia was called Africa bc Africa was a single nation/empire, not the many Whites-made false-countries it is today. Yes, I think So…
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The dreams are so lifelike, vivid, detailed, lengthy, and this night/morning… in all mew places, talking w all new ppl, and playing 2 new vid games, vr style, and facing and defeating new monsters/demons/badguys, picking up new gorgeous firearms, seeing and naturally loving new cloud types.
sat5oct: before 455a: I was going to a groc store, had a normal big (full size) uncolored metal shopping cart, its wheels were a little sluggish and slightly noisy but not squeaky or loud, pushing it through aisles, pissed/annoyed at a new rd of masktardation, one wearing a ylw mask, another even wearing an orange ski-mask, got 30 or so items, thn left cart a moment, returned and it was not where i left it, asked a few guys working there, they seemed eager to help, 1 saying he was sure it was just in a back rm where they move such things, i said “to keep the aisles clear” or something like that, we ended up in a big square-ish warehouse-like backroom, and some carts were there, but the one they thought was mine sidnt have much n it at all, they apologized, i took another cart and went looking for similar items, and specifically for some tofu to put on a dosh i had in mind, on way out of that backroom i saw a flat pizza w pepperoni, cut into square pieces, so i folded it over several times to stack and take pieces along one side from it. Then there was a 1seated go-cart-size racecar red bk on the tile floor aisle main in the groc main sec, and i got to drive it once the worker got out. It was fast, accurate, and fun, not hitting any aisle shelves or corners as it turned. Its bk 2 wheels had a strange tire-like curve over them instd of a wheel well.
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I was in my Waking vehic, looking out its back window, seeing a long curved line of vehicles, tourists making their way in and out of a forested area, plus another line on a straight rd perpendicular to the curved one, and i took a photo of it, then noticed 2 hyperglutton blk bitches sitting outside a convenience store to the opp side of the curved rd from the straight one meeting the curve. They were singing loudly, but i only heard one clap once or twice, and i was verbally thankful my vehic muffled all sound, since they were clearly evildoers making unwanted noises, the 1 against the convenience store outside side wall had a huge afro shaking as she/it yell-“sang”. It was sunset or shortly after. Another phase2bs; uninvited degenerates, but i was able to isolate from and silence them.
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Then, as if i was remote viewing or switching bodies/consciousnesses, i was in some guy who vibed as having been detained by cops or feds, but i was viewing an asian man who vibed the same way, so was i one of the feds at first? The asian was sitting across from my small table n the big airplane, sort of slouched to the window in the curved psgr cabin wall, and a fed or someone was right across from me, both of them facing me. The fed had a plate of food delivered to him, and both the asian and i wanted to eat some, one or both asking if we could, but the guy said it wasn’t for us, but separated some of the seasoned rice for us anyway, some ending up off the plate, in a few small piles on the narrow table. I ate some. The asian didnt. A stewardess walked by. I saw n my peripheral several other ppl seated around us. The lighting was soothingly low for a night flight. I then was n a place where i got a document i could tell was some sort of bank note from a safety deposit box, but it was empty like a form, and i was sliding it into 1 straight pos under a laser inkjet device which printed some nbrs on it in green ink, then i slid it to an angle and the laser printed black lines of code on it in other form text fields. I was then in a room by myself, like a janitor closet almost, but no shelves, only a simple table, like in an interrogation room at a pd bldg, and i had that ppr and a black backpack, and maybe a coat, all 3 on the table. I slid the ppr under the backpack and coat, sensing 2 men about to enter. They both vibed as jerk cops/feds, and noticed the ppr, bullying me about it. I said “I am desperate, I am scared, and I am sorry.” That shut them up, but what an odd thing to say. I had hoped to cash it in so i could get bk on my financial feet in a bigcity nice townhouse i had seen a memory of, but i noticed the ppr was reacting to the ink, turning dark as if the ink was spreading across it, ruining it, like cheap pink carbon copy ppr layer.
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Then i was seeing info about a prison, and somehow knew i was going to be put in there. I was at the staircase to enter a prison, and started walking in and then down, past a tall inmate in standard orange tshirt and pants, shaved bald, cauc, brunette. He did not give me trouble. I ended up dn a flight of concrete stairs, metal railing maybe painted brn. A short line of several or fewer new inmates was ahead of me. It looked like a maintenance room or just an intentionally spartan and exposed-pipes area to drive the point home visually that we were in a rough alleylike environment. There was a ssquare or vertical rectabgle pane of glass in the dark metal door ahead, the glass a window from above waist level up to near the top of the door. There were also windows at the same level to either side of that door. I could make out parts of wardens and inmates on the other side, and could deduce they were being bullied with tear gas or pepper spray. I did not want to be put through that, and i suppose it was prob just initiation or a scare tactic for newcomers. I accidentally touch the inmate in front of me, and apologized quietly. It turned around and had a kind vibe, asking for what, but it was a glutton w gender disrespectful short hair for a “female”, and was a 20s blk woman, bagface. The door was opened by a guard in a tan/khaki uniform, also shaved hair, also cauc. Was this guy i was witnessing this through…1 of the 2 who had been picked up and flown somewhere? Was this what happened to 1 of them after he had tried forging that bank document to cash out an investment or account?
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Just like irl so far, we / those ppl were baited, put in tough spots, disrespected, caged… but the whole time tried to be respectful, peaceful, and resourceful, just wanting to get bk on their feet and mind their own business. Why are ppl such as us bullied that much? Makes no sense.
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Also had a dream remembered but suddenly lost it, and saw rapidly changing set of images, as if i was being jammed; ECM for the mind. Not sure if i later remembered it. Either way, even that unwanted series of images rapidly cycling to block the remembering…seemed interesting, not frustrating. Also have a vague image/memory of a dream of seeing many worlds Much closer/bigger n the sky. Not sure if viewing them from Earth.
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In phase1, both the dreams and how i was woken from them were unwanted. In phase2, most dreams became neutral if not sexy, and i woke naturally, more and more often; no alarm or bad lame humans. I suspect in phase3…even though all my dreams then will be ideal, i will also always be ideally woken from them, not needing to type them or speculate about them, and my children wise and telepathic and kind to me, helping me in dreamside and Waking, not whining for attn, but assisting me in manifesting perfect life, perfect dreams, and perfect figuring out of both. Amen. Had i acquiesced to pestering to spawn bk n phase1, the opp would have become the case; looped/perpetuated unwanted both, but i waited… and the “ice princesses” ensured i Also waited through phase2. Those r signs i am meant and dedtined for phase3, not lackluster2, and obviously not hellish1.
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My dreams never included being asked or told or trained to remote view / astral project or bodyhop, so is it just something i am able to do on my own? Is it just something that happens when my Waking brain is at rest? Either way, what causes the particular events, and the odd humans i see during these experiences? Based on the meddling during Waking, i would guess it is primitive tech proven to affect the brain/thoughts/visions. The groc employees seemed to be in white labcoats.
before 1145p: many dreams, the latest ending w talking to a woman in daylight on a field or sidewalk, posb in vegas but the nice part not downtown, like henderson or anthem, and something was amusing or ironic, i think bc she had never been to whichever famous city we were now in, yet had chosen a business name based on it, idk, difficult to rmbr for some reason, Spice Girl coming to mind, she having made a dating app/service?
sun6oct: (was up since before midnight due to latest idiot aiming highbeams at me)
mon7oct: before 716a: dreams all night, all decent/good; lots of work on my computer, ppl traveling to meet me, patiently waiting on/for me, not interrupting or complaining, walking barefoot, all females sexy shorties incl ICV Alissa Foxy!!! <3 and 3/+ such perfect hotties who went w me to the gym! and 1 said she was gonna go get me my favorite purple soda, Olipop! I marveled at how well behaved and helpful they were being. Their vibes checked out, too! At last! Went naked swimming and jetskiing w the Alissa one. Invited her to go camping w me and she automatically was happy and agreeing. Heaven…
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Only issue was that the tsb fraud/fool was in a dream briefly, no doubt preTending to be good now, and surely just trying that new tactic to “get to” me. I closed my pc work, then walled out of marblewood front door barefoot to walk left toward end house w him on lit sidewalk at night, and he said something which i then chose to respond to w “see, that right there is the problem; you always side with others, not me; why not default to being positive about Me, and telling Others They need to learn My culture?” Amazingly, i saw some hint of recognition/understanding/learning in his stupid eyes, but he prob was just irritated and pretending to get it, always a liar, always a cia xian fool . Multiple days working on pc, and multiple trips to gym, as if i lived or foresaw a week or more in hrs this irl night. I was gonna invite tsb to camp that last afternoon when i saw him walking up a cabin outdoor staircase to a 2nd story balcony porch, his rental/room, but he said he was leaving then, apparently to fly back to his state, and then i noticed he didnt look like tsb anymore, but some tan fit buzzcut graying guy, maybe some Other uninvited dreamtech asshole with an agenda, trying to make me like that demonic betaboy turd, so whatever. At least i finally got acknowledgement for my wisdom; telling him to default to siding w Me.
tue8oct: before 139a: several dreams, the last being n my jeep, driving through a narrow parking lot to a park, on a trail, slowly, stopping before a flat-ish rock in the ground between the middle of the trail and its left tires track, then seeing a vehic behind me, so i resumed driving forward, ended up back at the same narrow parking lot, concrete pavement, then was inside a parking garage or something, looked at my phone, and it was a fusion of 3 things on its screen; the photo gallery, the calendar expanded vertically such that each thumbnail was a rectangle not a square, and the weather app showing a lightning bolt flash forming slowly in the top above the rectangle image minis, all images of sexy women. I then looked up and saw through my windshield, and heard it start raining and gently thundering outside, so i opened th garage door and slowly drove out, top down, feeling the soft little soothing rainfall, and then turned right, entering a covered breezeway over four or more garages, and ahead saw the start of the park trail concrete pavement, and a bald guy getting n and backing up a almost-light green marpat paintjob station-wagon convertible, what a unique vehicle and color scheme, and he backed it into the driveway to my front right, under that shadowy covering, and i had been using my right heel to brake my off jeep in neutral slowly moving forward, like how th flintstones brake, a first.
wed9oct, before 545a: i was in a classroom, hard thin gray carpet, grid of individual chair desks, most if not all occupied, Blk tchr male round normal face, projector screen down, writing shown on it; handwritten notes on a pastel gray blue bg, i widened my eyes as if to refocus, and the tchr asked if i was okay, but i did not reply. He prpb thought i was sleepy or not agreeing w something he said. This happened a 2nd time; i widened eyes, he asked, i did not reply, he did not get moody. Then i carried a model medium gray stealth transport around as if pretending to fly it, and saw a square mat representing an airbase, and another student’s similar squarish stealth gray transport aircraft on the floor at its edge. I kneeled to use a device or system to start making a digital copy of its volume, which required placing 2 tiny rectangular prisms at opposite vertices around the space it occupied, but when i tried to access those marking objects..i noticed they were not appearing like i thought they would, so i tried touching a grid on my right palm to access them, but only a whote cube tiny and unfolding like origami appeared. I set it on the floor, and tried again. A seated student facing me said something. His vibe seemed good/innocent. It was about football, and i said i knew How to play, but if i tried playing now i would get destroyed. I said i might go to the gym tmrw or the kext day, morning or afternoon.
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There were a few young women at other desks. They were not attractive, but were skinny fit. One had a unique hairstyle; the center of her hairline had triangular lighter parts under brief curls out to either side, similar to those fancy suit collars. I did not like it. One of the other young women said to our side of the class not to take stuff to achieve the state of stsying awake and focused. She apparently had tried or resorted to that, and now felt weary/sleepy. When class let out, i walked into the collegelike wide 2ndfloor space btwn many classrooms. It was welllit. Another inappropriate bodytype and hairstyle creature said something as i passed. It was blk w short hair, but was “female”; most unpleasant to see. It had a handful of white paper printouts. I tried to be polite, and accepted one of the offered printouts stapled tgthr. I pretended i would check it out. Then d.hitt’s goodvibe version called to me. He was in line near a desk where another few to several ppl were. I walked over and greeted him. He was clean/sober, looked btr, and was taller than me now, by an inch or so. We chatted briefly. He asked if i would reenlist or something. I chuckled and said no i would never wear another uniform. He said he had to get something done, perhaps taking care of a ticket. Then alan mul speakes was to my other side, to my left, and i greeted him friendly. He was n uniform, and looked like he was a isaf tech sgt by his sleeve insignia. I said i rmbrd when he was “just a p-v-t in rotc”, curious, as i Waking met him in the Corps, not rotc. He seemed chill and proud, stable, happy to catch up. I noticed my left arm seemed to then be in the green Marine Service uniform jacket w a red Sgt insignia on it. This dream seemed to span 4 days of classes, ending in this standing chat out btwn classrooms. Another aerospace engineering ssp thing? Odd that it wasnt hotties, but nice to see the healthy polite versions of 2 familiar faces, and to make a new frnd to try gym with in a day or 2. y 2 cool model airplane
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There were more dreams, and i think one at a nice gym, prob w some elven/model hotties, but i do jot rn have a clear mental image of that. I am glad this night’s dreams had btr ppl, more chill schooling, a polite and thoughtful teacher, posb new frnds, healthy versions of Waking humanimals, me as a free man still, a new nice campus, well-made aircraft models, etc
thu10oct: before 140a ish: lfb demon loser once again blasting negativity and trying to play the victim, face smeared w retard paint (pale pink around the eyes, and pale green and pale blue, unique, covering nearly the whole face. First time seeing makeup That exaggerated/retarded, as if it (“she”) was making sure to do the maximum of everything that is disgusting/wrong/it knows I naturally hate.), in darkness night marblewood house, i leaving garage, it said i had a bad day, i looked back over my right shoulder and said “a bad Day? It’s been 41 Years.”
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before 240a: sj type loser vibe sat down on chair facing me, black ballcap flat-brim angle frwd to side, over his face right side, told me he used a cc or something to get an old bank account, found it was still active. I followed when he stood and walked off, and tried headbutting him, but something prevented that, maybe same invisible barrier as in apartment w that evil-eyes lopez-like unwelcome guy from several nights b4. At least i didnt put up w any inappropriate ppl/claims.
This dream reminded me of the evil hacker who threatened me back in 08 or 09.
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so both dreams this night were unwelcome humans, thus more atmok’ will be sent in response
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before 750a: back n gf marblewood torture house, and maybe some fake brks public big room, not being respected by the personnel there, so i told them i quit, then started breaking everything n my path (stuff in the rooms, not the building itself), even black jrotc/rotc hard-plastic nametapes which were lying on the floor in small groups, as they gossiped about it but did not stop me. I punched mirrors until they broke. All rooms had blue or dark blue wallpaper and color scheme. Lfb and maternal gma demons were n one room by a single nightstand light, gossiping worried about my calm warpath. I ended up n the dnstairs bedroom, looked at the loft bedrm window across the pool patio frm the dnstiars window, tried to portal myself up there a few times, almost worked. Then was n a white apartment or house, nighttime, kitchen well lit, 1 or 2 ppl n there, tried blame-shifting to me, claiming where i was was entirely my fault, and i said “what do you want me to do, try and Swim to antarctica??” then i went out the front door. Down few concrete steps, along straight sidewalk bisecting front lawn, to right side of my vehic parked facing to right, along curb, maybe under a sidewalk awning, and saw some brunette female on a wheelchair or scooter put a bright lime green rectangle decal on right front psgr door under handle, she stopped, i picked it up to read it, saw it was a candy sample w her name and some other black font on it, said “you must be” whatever her name was written on it, she said yeah, we were both chill, i kindly said i would be sure to give it a try. Even when mobbed by uniformed evildoers, and gossiped and blame-shifted, and forced to leave again, i still instantly switched to being kind and supportive to strangers. Good signs; standing up for myself regardless of odds, and manners still intact.
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lfb demon/loser twice in 1 night? how harassing and death-throes of it. lmao. fuckin cunt, just like before.
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also had shoved some of the shit-talked uniformed NPCs/scum back, and had talked shit bk at the lfb or other demon/loser, saying “not so fun when you get it back” or something to that effect. Glad i turned the tables/tide. I always stand up for right.
fri11oct, before 5:30a: I was in pants and a tanktop, started jogging, looked like in some simple upstairs tan building like those made in the middle east, but everyone looked to be longhaired californian surfer types, incl one young man taller than me, blonde. I ended up at a pullup bar or gym machine in one stairwell top corner, and did some pullups on it w a wide grip or something, then switched to a normal grip, and noticed the struggle at first, but kept pushing myself to slowly do more. I then talked w a few ppl in a nearby room. Definitely on another world, maybe a colony world.
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Then I was in a different place, a different style of bldgs maybe. There was some sort of siege issue (team of badguys having entered/taken over 1 building or small cluster of blds), and an asian man w/ shoulder-length black surfer hair but in nice dark outfit at podium reassured the audience in an auditorium darkish that the walls were oak and they would barely burn even in little spots, not like fir which would burn more easily. I was a dif man, and was shown where someone was hiding or being kept in the floor, a captured or noticed intruder group member. I cut away some tiles to more easily access the prone guy n the floor, and told him I was from the clan of torturers, and he had 5 seconds to start talking, said “I am of the clan of torturers.” at end of my intro, then said I might make him digest one of his own fingers, and I briefly looked to the 1 other person in the room, to my left, wondering how they had taken that intense HUMINT-style interrogation-preface. I was then outside, and flew/piloted a thin mil helo’ solo to a steep landing spot, saw another helo’ landed on a similar steep sketchy slope to my right, pointed it out to guy on bldgs cluster to my left, amused and concerned about it (worried the pilot might tip his own helo’ over when trying to takeoff), then flew around, as if in a dome of shade, past trees short round (not a canopy, but a disperse/sparse woodland, not a forest), and saw a tan older man, tough looking, leathery neck skin, short shaved sub-buzzcut hairstyle, short-brim hat, sitting at a solo/1person table in a window of one of the blds, omw to return to where the issue was, deciding to land on the roof, and hoping my helo’ sound would not be interpreted to indicate a rooftop swat dynamic entry setup by the badguys, and wished i had a team riding in the helo’ i was piloting.
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I was on/with a team of specwar guys practicing in a bldg nearby where the upcoming issue was about to take place, we were firing silenced custom wpns, 1 guy after a kill-house (indoor live-fire) exercise was standing w 2 others on the middle floor, dark sand colored floor and walls and ceiling, and asked me what my preferred primary firearm was, i said “MP5K-SD6”, and he smiled in agreement, saying “see” and something else to 1 of the 2 guys who were standing chatting w him when i walked up, and we had over our head-tops shemaghs with thin clothlike high-tech’ goggle/overlay devices, and i suggested they’d be great if we had the feature of seeing small squares of the views of our teammates, going red if they were taking fire, and black or gray if they had fallen, i already envisioning them in my field of view, 4 squares overlays/superimposed near the top right of my pulldown flexible clothlike A.R. vision display, like an in-game HUD.
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I wonder what else I would have dreamed if I hadn’t been woken by my comet alarm.
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Glad the dreams were of good-vibes teammates, fitness, new places, interesting terrain, and stopping badguys/bullies.
sat12oct: before 525a: was driven to a dirt rolling hills terrain area, daytime but komorebi or shaded by trees unseen, cave mouth, big white dog like a hellhound or wolf, short fur coat, i uneasy about being near such a creature, but it was chill and nice to me, sat beside me, let me pet it, vibed as recognizing and liking me, so we bonded and were buddies, i returned to greet it another day, walked w it, saw a bathroom where it was in the tub or on the floor, someone in the convoy dismount group spoke of going to the moon.
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Then was with dif vehicles, kangaroo-like baby on ground, overcast day, shadier light, saw its brown eyes and sclera, circular, looking up at me, on its back on the ground, vibed as nice, was cute, then eyes had less sclera, all dark brown domes like more common animal eyes, as if it was growing up before my eyes (rather quickly), a car with some sort of thin black armor on curve hood slowly approached back of one of the grown horse size animals and stopped at its hind legs, the animal sat or fell back on the hood as if bumped slightly or nudged, we apparently like safari guides or zookeepers tending a small herd or family.
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Then was in a garage smooth concrete, talking w a white brunette young woman about a tv show, i saying i didnt rmbr the show name or what else they were doing in the show, just smiling when the cop in that ep opened his trunk to show off how many firearms he had in it, all organized, a rifle and shotgun and pistol and smoke grenades, etc., th girl sitting in her car, door open, listening, said a compliment about me being easy to talk to, and I smiled, appreciating that, then walking to my jeep to get an article of clothing to change into, n shorts, white and black articles, and maybe an orange one, then went inside, hall like gpa Hughes-Lane house, nice flooring, 2 blks standing on it n nice dresses, backs to me, i walked by one’s left side, saw 2 whites also n nice dresses by lamplight, 1 said to other “I love you back.”, i joked “I love your back!” as I quickly walked/moved around their left side too, saw small jigsaw puzzle of kitten sitting, centered on a concrete step or porch edge, back to camera, big puzzle pieces, maybe only a dozen or so for the whole small square of a puzzle completed, i was amused at its simplicity, thinking ‘Why even Make a puzzle that easy?’.
the 4 women had white dresses dn to ankles, little yellow and orange flowers pattern.
first time seeing pairs of women like this, and interesting that it was a pair of pairs.
sun13oct: before 7a: saw an aircraft gently emergency land, not quite crash, looked like a version of the Independence Day alien fightercraft ufos, cockpit opened, 2 ppl inside, 1 maybe a student, i was driving up behind them on the street, fencing at our sides, grassy rolling hills landscaped, no flowers or shrubs, airport hangars nearby, daytime, asked of they were okay, older guy nodded, i gave a thumbs up, continued.
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in the airport, saw on a screen that a contract for 7 years of study to learn how to prepare food in pressurized airplane cabin atmosphere was offered, and i laughed, no way i would agree to give 7yrs for that, a Blk “woman” unattractive working there tried to talk back, trying to justify it in a rather condescending manner, i shut her down, walked on
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was rappelling into a lit wide cave shaft tan walls, running out of rope before bottom, but had enough to hold my partner woman sp she could drop down rest of way, maybe a dozen or two dozen feet, then she help catch me as i dropped dn, prob a trng situation, as it wouldnt make sense to leave our ropes too high to reach to climb back up out.
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saw a few big birds like owls outside a screen window, went to get some leftover mex food from fridge to offer them, someone said they will eat that stuff, i offered small pieces, they accepted it. Might just be a fusion of the jumping snow leopard cage fb vid and group of birds blk i saw at gas station before sleeping
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was in a bathroom, building something like an indoor treehouse model, heard the Predator noise, put ketchup and mustard smears on my lower legs for some reason, went out of the room and told someone i needed a wrist mounted laser toy/device i had used earlier, but it was broken or out of batteries, briefly seen on floor in passing w its battery lid pale grey or white open, no batts inside.
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several other dreams, none sexy, but no one evil this night
mon14oct: before 240a: I was sitting in a dim hole in the wall restaurant, dark tan wall tiles, small rectangular food orders hole, lit from the kitchen side, got a big bowl of various things, noodles and maybe kani (crab), noticed the tooth shaped fish/sea-life pieces and didn’t like that it was nonvegan, was about to say something, but someone there said something like a mental distraction, sensing my vibe change or thought.
the assumed-crab or crab-like pieces: white with thin hazy blue barely curved streaks down onto the 4 root-like prongs of each morsel larger than a tooth, just formed like teeth.
Before the dinner rush, almost no one else was there, and i walked the tile floor back to a few doors, and went in one, seeing it cracked open, and saw it had a bathroom w at least one shower in there, and a door to the back alley night dark black. The mexican bald host or owner came in, always a cheery vibe (he seeming like a somewhat-less-overweight buddha, not a normal mexican), and said something, maybe that it indeed was a showers room i could use. I walked out, bk into the main dining room like a wide hall, and ended up making my way behind the checkout/host counter, then out its front side, no gates or doors in my way, and briefly worried i shouldn’t have been back there since i was not an employee, and had walked past the right side of the employee who had taken over manning the desk/register. Again, though, no one said anything or stopped me. The 3-walled blk servers/waitresses booth was around the corner to the right as i exited that front opening in the countertop to the side of the check-in/out counter. Neither that counter nor that standalone tall blk 3sided booth was the marble pink dark polished countertop where i would (in an upcoming part of this dream/night) write 40 on the check paper. That was across the waiting area, to the right of the entry door/s when i was facing that entry from the checkout counter side opening.
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was working out in the bs gym, several others on machines around mine, i doing lateral arms press machine w the 2 overhead horiz hinged pads, and the guy facing me from the other machine told a joke about when ppl see someone without their shirt on and it is like them seeing the last taco they ate, implying no muscle definition or a need to focus more on healthy eating, i looked left, then pictured myself n my green long-sleeve river shirt, and thought about how it did not make me look fit, and guys w bare arms and more muscle tone and tans lifting barbells w more weight discs looked btr.
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back n that asian restaur, now seeing the bald stocky hispanic host or cook chatting w a customer short black-haired short not to shoulders hairstyle simple asian middle-aged or old lady, he said he was from mexico, walked around from the checkout counter, ankle socks and shorts and t-shirt. I ordered some, then it got dark and 3 waitresses so sexy and perfect they made isabel lucas look ugly (100% worthy of being a form-sake –and even an invitee to my realm).. started getting ready for their evening shift,
the 1 hottie’s face i saw in best focus was like the tan elven version of that actress, maybe w a hint of colorful makeup above the eyes, but not repulsive like human makeup, a first for me, not minding face-paint.
The 3 were quietly professionally talking amongst themselves, maybe to get ready for their shift, maybe about me. She had one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen.
i went to a table and talked w someone, then got up and rested against a partition to have first convo w an asian man short wavy blk hair and light blue suit maybe another host or mgr. He used a metaphor to say the 3 waitresses weren’t interested in talking w me. I was surprised he misread me, my intention being to professionally chat w Him.
(That suited spick was a prick, arrogant, and a liar like all the other motivation-parasites/-drainers; those hotties, and All hotties, in dreamside And waking, are Always there for me. I am the Lord.)
The currency must have been not devalued there, bc my meal surely would cost more than 26 in waking. Suited asian had said to the short middle-aged asian woman working beside him i had paid 100 or so more than the bill, thinking i had written 140$ until i said it was just 40. Still, they were a bit speechless at my generous tip –again, currency wherever this was… clearly having far more value than it does in current waking-side ameri-fail.
After my meal, someone came in and went to the bathroom, i asked if it was okay i battle them, then got pistol, and tossed a grenade into the bathroom, which boomed.
I laughed, backed to safety, then tossed in 2 more, 1 at a time, and one bounced off a wall and slid back to my left foot side, so i again backed to safety. Never saw if i got the guy n the bathroom. Went to pay, waitresses and customers un-phased by the battle. The bill was on a full size paper printout, wrote $40, left it on the countertop where the suit asian was to my left, he politely stopped me, asking why i had paid so much, my meal only 26$. I told him it was great and i wanted to, and i would return this weekend to get even more. I had also said b4 the battle, “I’ll have one of everything on the menu.” Someone back then b4 the battle had shown up, dark gray suit, sat in a shadowy booth, i standing beside the booth, talking w them, and they didn’t like having been invited to such a place, and we said almost in unison that if i wanted them to have the best sushi then it is in japan. Bald tan maybe asian guy. I had after the battle mentioned that guy as a yakuza, lighthearted joking, then felt unsure if it was the correct gang or even nationality.
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Then i filed upstairs as several in an entourage showed up and went up there, and there were 3 more young women, 2 in the same check-in room, like at a dark movie theater or customs office, and i got my wallet out to get my ID for them, but noticed i had six or so ID cards and none were mine. One was a short mexican male w shaggy black hair not down to his nose, and another was a pic of me in ballcap standing beside him. I said i must have left my ID here w the host the other night when i got food. Then someone said someone bought a license plate using it, and i turned and told that to the suit asian now walking in from the stairs we had filed up into this ID room via.
floor was medium gray like hard plastic, walls and ceiling black like felt/velvet…
looked like going into the dark/black prep room before the laser tag room in most laser-tag buildings irl.
I remembered seeing that mexican shaggy hair ID photo, or the guy in the photo, but upon waking and typing this.. I do not. Curious.
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I walked through a black walls area like at an arcade or bowling alley nexus, numerous fit teens in all the wall-less room openings, behind their waist level countertops, everything covered in black felt or something similar. Some noticed me walking up and by, some girls vibing as interested. I stayed focused, walking past them, not chatting any up.
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Then i was walking a narrow hallway in a faraway land, possibly greece or italy. A drunk woman not my type was following, telling me she was drunk or into me or something. I walked away, past someone, narrow hall, dim, like a hotel or something, passing many room doors, all closed. There was a window or opening ahead of me, and i turned around, shoved her down, walked over her, went around the hall corner, looking for my room or a way our, probably.
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So finally there were absolutely perfect hotties, wpns, first use of grenades, first bs gym in dreamside, latest workout dreamside, sexual advances, etc..
Really, the hotties should have chatted me up from the start, and fucked me at my table, and i should have been paid to eat there and fuck them, and i should have leveled the entire place for the nonvegan and the suited guy trying to discourage instd of wingman me. He should have required those girls to introduce themselves and offer their finest sex worker escort services. And that hotel hall bitch should have been sober and hot, and w others, doing what i wanted, but at least i shut (and knocked) her unwanted advancing ass dn. And no one tried to bully me for it.
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I saw ambi’s devilish grin face maybe hooded at some point near when the shadowy booth bald guy n gray suit was talking w me, and at first thought we were breaking up bc i had fought here or desired the waitresses, and i was gonna go look for her, but then i stopped myself, mad at her, and upon waking i know that would not be how she would react; she would have found and handpicked and trained those waitresses For me, and not Cared that i had battled, or even teamed up w me For battle, so was it really Her in this dream, or just another cheap imitation or unwelcome test? Either way, i disregarded/overcame her/it. Phase2.
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So why was a mexican in ankle socks working this fusion of an asian restaurant and public shower room? Why did they want my ID? Why had someone allegedly bought a license plate with it?
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Maybe there is no deeper or hidden meaning. Either way, it was another neat and tolerable phase2 kind of dream, and it reminds me of the perfect10 waitresses i saw in frisco sushi, tokyo shinagawa hotel nice restaurant, and tsb texas roadhouse big smile short blonde hair bright eyes.
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more? vague/brief/flashing/partial memory/ies of at least 1 more dream from this night/sleep/travel.
~4p nap, while in dreamside, in frustration I called/cried out something like “ambi, why won’t you let me see you yet?!” smh; just another sign that bitch who showed up years ago was the phase2 cheap imitation, just as I said.
tue15oct: before 2a: sliding apart dif sizes and blue colors of superman pants to try on, all of them displayed like cutouts on a paper/panel/tray, then seeing a superman-looking guy hovering over a grassy curve short hill by a parking lot I was on/by, and I chose the lightest-blue version of the cutouts, then waited for it to be modeled or handed to me.
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taking photo of stack of 5 cylindrical rooms w windows as campers approached from left, pastel blue colors of the 3 in the middle, white on bottom, black on top, like Antarctica research-station pie-shaped pod-modules, but as a 5-story highrise of them, modular mini skyscraper of sorts, on a parking lot, approached by 1 or 2 beefy vehicles, another remote research station/project? still helping with SSP R+D somewhere?
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young lad turning about to toss kettlebell at parent or older sibling walking dn gym hallway, both of them tan with dark brunette spiky short hair almost buzzcuts, in Olympic wrestling-like spandex outfits/uniforms, definitely serious about working out,
floor of/covered under tumbling mats. black, blue, white, gray color scheme with the painted walls, dark windows to unused side/yoga/class rooms, etc.
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kayak types long and red, red and yellow, 1 with 2 catamaran-like side-pontoons to help keep it upright/stable, all 4 of them moving carefully down muddy rapids/waterflow ramps in flooded cave or city ruin, like a roofed canyon or something, then giving thumbs-up to each other (or at least in response to me giving it to the guy who kept his kayak at the back while I stayed in the middle, I following the other 2 ahead) as one stays back while 3 advance (incl. me/mine), …exploring something after another big hurricane aftermath?
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all dreams firsts, those. more phase2 signs; no badguys/unwelcome losers in them, but nothing particularly great/ideal, either.
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I standing in the night dark, looking dn at a pancake or egg’s flat smear being stirred in circles on a cast-iron skillet by someone, i not happy w their work (b/c it kept not solidifying into an even disc), so i took over and shook it, almost scrambling it, seeing browning and maybe some black specks on its chunks/clumps, then added a rack of thin long ribs to the empty half of the skillet, seeing their red meaty parts stuck to the curved bones, the whole piece as big as a sheet of paper or so, then set it (the whole pan) down on the dark ground a few feet below the level/platform we had started cooking on, hoped it wasnt getting wet or underwater, somehow floated on a dark pond or flood patch beside a cabin, i tried a bite of the ribs but they were tough and not finished cooking, not tender, and i ofc thought ‘why the fuck am i eating something nonvegan?’
before 6a: i was at a small desk in a daylit rm, a short blonde woman approached frm my right, asked maybe what i was doing, i cheerily/cheekily said “breakfast porn”, looking to her w a comical smile, porn on my laptop screen, paused. neutral vibe from her, not there to judge or inspect; another phase2 indicator… though phase2 was more about stating my boundaries and intentions, then waiting on others to calibrate/align to me/them, so not overreacting or trying to tell me things… Could be a phase3start indicator; people already aligned to / understanding of me.
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I was at the same collapsible square table/desk but now at night outside an apartment bldg, playing a computer game, view in it of being in a white high-tech room w a tank or something front slant from left side of screen (main/tallest part out of sight off to the left of the laptop screen, with front sloping down into view and nearly/barely reaching the right side of the screen; my character was standing on the right side of that vehicle), 4 brown wrinkly humanoid figures (faceless, like crumpled paper bags, as if just low-res placeholders for characters/NPCs which would later be put there, the focus rn being on the logic/AI, not the aesthetics/’skins’) spawning behind it, between its vehicle front slope and the white wall behind them, then a big bulky mech spawned behind them, against that wall, and i was interested, seeing i could switch into it, now in its cockpit pov, looking around, maybe a dozen feet above the floor, aiming at the brown humanoids similar to Groot without leaves,
then saw a couple figures/silhouettes exit a vehicle n the parking lot, my laptop screen dimmed, i began unplugging headphones, yellow plastic tip on one of the cords resting coiled/curved atop the table, and about to shut down and pack up in case they approached and might steal my stuff. They stayed by their vehicle, not vibing as trouble.
like I was gamer testing a Goliath beside a parked Siege Tank in my 3D version of StarCraft
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Watching a dark screen begin drawing/plotting a red graph outline w a yellow dot and squiggle forming to mark an equation or orbit, and a brown part, then zoomed out to show what looked like Mars slowly orbiting but w a similar moon, not the 2 dark rocks Deimos and Phobos. Watched it a 2nd time, adjusted angle, took a ss, then beside me a golf-cart ish 4door worker vehicle pulled up beside left side of suv, old or at least white-haired woman in jacket at wheel, looking like a volunteer forest/park checker, not an armed ranger, no sides doors or roof on her vehicle, i turned my vehicle on telepathically, she then drove on, apparently there just to see/ensure i wasn’t sleeping, night outside, passed a vehic to my right, a shaggy hand waved up from it, another roof-less / open-sides vehicle, i rolled my bk right window up and kept moving frwd, somehow telepathically steering/driving while still resting prone on the middle/back (back folded down) seats.
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saw a cinematic of little hovering aircraft or spaceships over Mars-colored canyon terrain approaching a big hightech building built onto the far side of the spacious canyon/pit, dark walls, many lines of lit floor window lights, like an Eve Online space station but planet-side, narrator voice saying how players could use the in-game economy to buy things, even with some ability to do so in other times. Recall watching this a 2nd time; once before, as if reviewing a game feature in development.
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An ear doc used a tool to clean dark orange ear wax from my left ear.
wed16oct: before 620a all good dreams, on verge of phase3 perfect. I was n a new classroom, sand tan and medium browns color scheme, dozen or more others, all or most of us sitting around a rectangle table sturdy w thin black legs and thinner 2 metal black supports diagonal per leg holder black tube, metal legs w the adjuster indent holes i think/suspect. I had unique writing implements, incl a pen made of edible parts, pale yellow tip, i tried writing w it but it soon wore off, revealing ice inside reeds.
I nommed on the ice from the tip of that wide thick colored pencil-like writing tool, and it was not cold or hard/crunchy, just silently and easily coming apart in my mouth, as if it had a dif consistency in this dimension/vision, or i was kryptonian-strong now.
I looked down into the now emptied tip, seeing the remaining shadowy ice crystals/fragments down inside it, in the cylinder of woven green reeds.
..A glowy angelic vibe blonde woman, not platinum, sat down on a chair to my left, calming my energy which had been bubbling over as i interacted w the uniformed male and female students in the room. Without warning, she rested her perfect feminine hand palm on my left thigh, and i LOVED the feeling of it, not just its perfect feminine smoothness, but its strength applied gently, lovingly, and to steady my soul. I looked down at it a while, now my face relaxed and about to smile. My loins stirred.
She reminded me of helen or whatever her name was from croatia at earthship nb, what a beauty and good conversationalist and vibe!
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I was then with many cheerleaders, prob all ICVs made from the pwshs ones, their vibes like the angel woman’s were perfect, the surest signs they are my people, and we were chatting, a test having been taken, maybe a final senior year exam, and i learned i had aced mine. Katie lyons, krysten snyder, ellen cleary, and others were there –their appropriate-vibe versions, that is; not the cheap-imitation demonic rude versions from 90s Waking.
We went out on a healthy grassy soccer field and started playing some game, i had a ball i tossed with focused aim to a male fellow student somewhat like rio. It was a dark, round, heavy-ish object.
.. Then i was getting ready to leave, and asked sf where he had put the technodrome i had used as a final project prop. He said it had ended up in some other state, so i began brainstorming aloud how to get it back.
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I was in a room dimly lit, some pf the cheerleaders in there with me, one at my right side in front of an open black microwave with custard and paper towels, she telling me they could microwave portions of the stuff and hold it in paper towels, once getting the cooking time just right; it would be easier to work with that way, not too hot, not too tough or gooey, etc.. She demonstrated, walking off with hers. I pictured a hole in the towel forming, the goo then leaking out and being hot on the hands, but it did not happen. I began hurrying to make the final dough ball sized pieces on paper towels of their own, all the girls having left except one or two, and a brown male w buzzed black hair leaning in to alert us that we only had 5 seconds left to prepare and carry out the last few pieces to join the group. He counted down the seconds, and i finished the final piece just in time, proud and relieved.
.. I decided and said i could time travel back to when the technodrome and another globe were still in the classroom sf said they were in before being flown to the wrong state. This is the first time travel mention in dream-side. Effortlessly, i was back then and there, walking toward the front steps of the school from a small hill to the left, as i faced them. There were dozens coming and going, as if after a graduation or final classes day. Inside the building, i saw dozens to hundreds more, also all coming and going, all vibes good, never been in the wonderful presence of so many good vibes before. Major upgrade in/to dreamside.
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I went into one classroom, like those of shepton/renner PACE, but did not see it there. Someone said something about it being in my latin teacher’s classroom elsewhere in this tall school bldg similar to my LHS design/layout. They called him not mr risser, but mr richter, prob me guessing at the name that was not yet a refreshed memory, somewhat foggy until i type this now that i am awake. I went to the elevators lobby. There were 6 or so elevators side by side, and numerous ppl waiting facing each, orderly and polite. The elevators were at a slant, on tilted tracks shafts which were like leaning or tilted toward our heads from a dozen or so feet in front of us. Many ppl were still coming and going around and behind our line of short lines, us side by side facing the elevators, waiting on each to arrive and open so we could enter. I moved to the one on the far right, and it arrived, its door opening down sliding into floor out of way, not parting to sides from the middle. I and a few others climbed in, then i saw 2 asian-looking males approaching, clearly wanting to get in this elevator, so i held the door for them, keeping my left forearm resting on it so it would not rise up and close. They got in and vibed as grateful, and everyone in this elevator incl me were happy about helping each other and succeeding. Up on a higher floor, which i was impressed we had reached so soon and smoothly, again there were many ppl coming and going. I spotted mr risser, and his hair was coifed like a sideways roll on top, oiled or something, and he was in a gray military uniform w many awards, in a stack similar to my ICVs ribbon stack design. It was a good color scheme for him. He was sitting on a chair in a busy side hall.
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I called his name (mr risser), he recognized me and stood (even though I prob said my wrong-guess, Mr. Richter), i described what i was looking for, picturing a technodrome toy without the blue base or attached parts, just rectangular holes on the empty/bare spheroid main part. He walked me to the right classroom, probably his, and i spotted it, relieved. In that room, as all the others today, many more students and others were still coming and going. I now carried a Moon-like darker-gray globe, like a rotating world map physical, and this technodrome prop, as i made my way back out to the elevators lobby. I passed a few ppl, then there was a tall bald guy in my way, and a black-haired mildly tan woman to his right, as i was facing them. She joked about him being “Ionod the nazi”, an ancient greek-sounding giant’s name paired with a poke/jest about his build muscular and baldness; he was not really a nazi, and maybe not even named “eye-oh-nod”. He grinned a bit as he looked down at me, stepping to side thus out of my way, seeing my arms full w the 2 globes, and i continued omw to the elevators.
..So i had been in the presence of Only healthy normal attractive helpful ppl, incl multiple rooms Full of cheerleaders/hotties, sf had finally obeyed this time (not idiotically resisting and causing problems like he always did irl), i had possession of 2 moonlike objects, perhaps signifying my alignment/agreement/alliance with the Sphere Beings, and i had time traveled (at least a 2nd time if counting Waking 2017-2023 as 1st such superpower use.
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before 11:30p nice restaurant vague, then med gray concrete floor and desk white simple w computer and attached hardware, a few males sat down around it, maybe to be trained how to do the job by me, i complained about how there was so much code i had to decipher on my own, weeks going by between hearing from anyone. A big wave of code started coming onto the screen and getting printed, i was about to leave, unwelcome eli glutton was on a chair to my left, he touched my cheek w fingertips, truly off-putting and unexpected and shit vibe, so i stood and walked away, omw across the big factory floor concrete toward exit doors.. a set of double doors to my right opened and a fat/stocky mgr n bright red t-shirt walked out and looked across the wide open floor at my desk to see what was going on, then he noticed me nearly beside him, storming off.
He looked similar to a tan version of dave hitt fat brother/relative…who said sean maloney was floundering. Maybe a fusion of that hitt relative’s features w tsb brother in witchita.
There were others walking here and there around us. He started following at my right side, keeping his eyes on me, facing me, trying to scare tactic me into not quitting, saying i would go hungry, $6 for some reason was the said specific amount (I guess him implying that would be what I had left in my account), i said fuck off, exited into a hall w log cabin walkway covering ramp, almost passed a gym door i recognized but decided to go in, used its shiny golden fancy door handle, inside was closet sized small gym just for a few ppl, i recognized the good vibe of 2 elven hotties entering after me, we had worked out tgthr once before, i got on a sit-ups padded thing, and they went over to two of the only other workout equip in there, by the pullups bar, heard a song come on the spkr, i said what the vibe wanted said, that we pretend it is a song about her, the redhead and i, that got the 2 smiling, glad i rmbrd them, 1 like katie jobb good v. On way alongside that logs ramp covering, i had thought how the job would never get me in my yc cabin, thus that they didnt treat me right.
So that was a mix of unwelcome creeps and Very welcome hotties, and ended with the hotties, thus an appropriate progression. Was i tech supt? Another ssp colony? Nice to finally have a compsci/i.t. job but nicer to leave it and refocus on yc cabin.
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fri18oct2024: before 430a: was meeting a Planet of the Apes type of monkey, and I somehow knew he was scared or intimidated by me because of how he was hidden and cautious yet trying to intimidate Me. We were in a jungle-like enclosure, round, the size of a house plus its surrounding yard, with numerous trees, vines, and a border slope like a 2story cliff. He was out of sight, watching from atop a tree or cliff spot. I was down in the middle of the circular area, under the shade, calm and waiting, sensing him and a number of other monkeys in the trees, and perhaps seeing some of his scouts or civilian monkeys walking around. Daytime, maybe midday, bright and pleasant. No breeze.
I was also a General now, or close To it, in charge of numerous armored vehicles and officers who I sometimes took over the commands of, instructing them to move a line of LAV-like tanks back into alignment on a green foothills ridge terrain, those tanks similar to my WRs. This was just one of a few big units of vehicles now spread out over the monkeys’ terrain. I did not see troops or aircraft, so I assume the troops were in the vehicles, and the aircraft were too high or circling far out for me to see.
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Then I was in a big barracks, well lit but not bright, almost cozy and soothing earth-tones and pale-tans color scheme, open room doors, posb bunkbeds in the rooms, posb squadbay line of bunkbeds in the biggest/central room, wall-lockers like wardrobes, mine open, posb a small nightstand w 3 built-in shelves in it, plus a closet rod and other shelves, looked mostly empty,
the battalion leaving to get on a convoy of military buses parked not far outside, I worrying momentarily about a Brown-like bn mbr being moody/edgy if I was late, and I noticed some of my belt or canteen gear was broken or missing, so I hurried to try and makeshift fix it, then report the issue to one of the soldiers/marines still n the barracks, posb a Blk man, then to go to supply to get replacements issued, and I talked with 2 dif offices/groups of middleaged women about it, both polite and helpful, the 2nd saying something about seeing in my record I had some sort of issue with a past test fail or blocking.
A nicer-vibed v of sather had asked me to make sure i knew where to go around the blds to find that 2nd office window. Trees and shade on way, few others walking around, prob the majority formed up alongside the convoy of buses out of sight. It was where we had in this dream/realm gotten our stuff years ago when new recruits/joins. There was a rectangular opening in the brown bricks flat outside wall near the building corner near a dip to a posb creek and definite sparse treeline. The opening was like a bank teller window but without glass. Two sat inside it, facing out, separated from each other by one armchair’s width. It was lit inside like a 1950s warehouse with overhead hanging pole dark brown covered lightbulbs.
I had told the one woman I spoke w at that opening about how I had only made a white thick rope work as a temporary belt to walk here, and I looked down, picturing it through the belt loops.
I was then in a mil bathroom stall getting adjusted, and felt my socks were too thin, and wished I had brought my thick hiking ones. I was concerned by feet would get sore and blistered, but decided I could push through if we hiked.
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So that marks another big upgrade; not the dream where once again I was allowed to be separate from the main unit, but where I was a commanding senior officer. Most dreams before, I was a contractor or inspector or valued visionary, a project leader. This one, I was overruling other highranking officers to reorganize/fix big units of tanks during combat/deployment. Or maybe I was more than a General; I may have been me; the High King, telling a General or regular king what to do.
Sat19oct: before 4am: 4 dreams, 2 now remembered; penthouse parties, and lion variant unseen reported to have eaten a dozen or so ppl like cops stationed around exterior of bldg. In the first dream, i was n a dark room on a small set of risers like in choir class, a couple dozen or so ppl standing on those risers beside me, and an older tan man walked in, saying someone hadnt let him use the gym. I got a bit mad that we had paid or something and not been given full access to what we paid for, so i right away spoke up, saying we should call them and basically protest, demanding gym access. I called from a phone, prob my cell phone, and spoke w someone. The tan man sat to my left at a narrow table along a window wall not far from the indoor risers. It was similar to a cruise ship table and dining room setup near the top, where there are many big windows all around. He and i then went upstairs to a few levels where party rooms were, all still tastefully dark, a few hosts at podiums here and there, a buffet table in one room/annex. The tan man tried one nightclub room, then talked to me about it in passing, and I then went to try it, passing a few open small partyrooms, one which had 2 ppl standing in it, 1 apparently a submissive, the other apparently scolding or dominating them, so maybe this was a fetish club. The dominant said something to me as if not glad i had walked by, interrupting, but i disregarded it, as it was not his place to speak to me that way, he having left their own door open. Then i was in a spacious well-lit custom room w a high ceiling and dif younger-looking tan shorthaired dirtyblonde man
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I had the impression i was somewhere else in the world now, and in a penthouse’s lower floor, an elevator lobby to my left. The staircase up to the upper floor was of big light tan polished coated wood slabs, far wider than normal staircase steps. The walls were almost white, but not bright or directly lit. There were some potted tall plants. It was nighttime outside. The man led me up the stairs at a casual pace, as if giving me a tour. The topic of texas somehow came up, and I said i didnt think i could live there, unless maybe btwn Dallas and Austin; where the best food and girls were, though i only thought that logic, saying only the “btwn” part. He said in a rather unpleasant and pointed tone “I live in texas” or “I am from texas.” I was very displeased he had said that in that way, so i willed the tour/dream to immediately end, not reaching the top of those wide steps w him. Now awake, though no dej during that dream, i get the feeling it was the 2nd time i was in that penthouse. – The 2nd dream remembered was daytime outside a 1story rectangular building surrounded by a thick greenbelt w lots of shade on its inner sidewalk. The outer sidewalk was unshaded and its border before the city streets. I was in a car with a psgr like Will Smith, and he was alerting me to the presence of a hostile predator creature still in the greenbelt, apparently it having already attacked and started eating a dozen ppl there. Strange that no authorities had responded to kill it. He said the windows of this car would not stop it. I looked around but did not see it. I had some images or info on an open laptop. I was about to drive away.
~midnight: another interesting first: daytime, enclosure like a spacious private walled garden, white chairs, was with a dozen of so wealthy elites, they all discussing advertising, holding samples of pamphlets or paint-color chips rectangles, and someone said to see if we can figure out which is a psychological tool or something, and after a moment one of us had a eureka moment, and explained that Any color by itself is a tool which can have an effect on the mind/us, thus we all switched to wearing gold, and having gold shapes like medals across our chests, for the best effect.
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Then i was invited by a man to an alpine town or neighborhood nestled up against a forested slope, he saying i could be around white ppl there, no asians, for some reason, and i went there to check it out, as he had vibed well, not racist. There were a few ppl outside on a 4wheeler or other vehicle, and i noticed i could help a few of their bison-like animals, so i walked up and took hold of something on the ground, unsticking it, getting it out of the way just in time, freeing or something one of the animals, it now evening or nightfall there.
sun20oct: before 520: many firsts; discussing w Mark Cuban-like guy and other wealthy executives/entrepreneurs in a well-lit classroom like n a college or big corporate meeting room how money got moved to tech during the scamdemic, and how that further increased the exponential tech curve, and how “A.I.” was still just crappy chatbots, though true A.I. was coming soon, if someone didnt already have it.
I saw 2 projector screens; 1 on front wall in classroom, other on the right wall, as the desks faced them. Both were pulled down, and a slide projected onto them, as if a PowerPoint was paused, posb dif slide show on each screen.
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annoyed at seeing another big map, mntn-range labeled, space between the letters, alien alphabet, like Washington state shape a bit, but in the NZ area of this world, ssp?
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in presidential cabinet meeting room dim, a few dozen n there, all old out of shape but not too obese, arguing about current politicians, I started calling the out, saying they lacked balls or whatever, and named those who were not human, and who had to be…you know, but was specific and casual and Khan as can be. All became quiet.
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went groc shopping, added many things to groc car, such as 5 big jugs of tomatoes or tomato sauce, as if doing checkout register bagger work, but as a wealthy customer helping a petite sexyish brownskin young woman like the vegas stare-er, clearly this many groceries for a big house or party. I stretched the first brown groc paper bag a bit on the left corner near me bc i was adding boxy stuff that barely fit to that side in the bag.
I held open a few of the plastic thin big bags sized just right for 1 medium width pizza per bag, and she slid a pizza into each, 1 bag at a time, we chatting as we did this. Once all were bagged in those ‘sleeves’, then in the brown groc bags, we would head home, but I did not rmbr/see the drive, just being there near the garage door, inside the garage and then in the kitchen facing the garage door.
Unpacked some in a nice wooden mansion, several ppl heading to garage to help, one boy lightbrown w short black hair tasted some asparagus and some other vegetable on a circular maybe glass serving platter in kitchen on island or near it in way out, we joked it was crunchy and nutritious but it was clearly old and discolored, left out too long, thus good we had groceries now.
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driving around a town w Peaky Blinders-like guy and his mob crew, nice car, fancy wooden big hallways instead of hwy or street tunnels, talking w them in a nice hotel conference room small like an old wooden classroom n an elite college, all sitting on dark wood individual student desks, I saying that even if I am used to my right hand, I shoot w my left if I am left-eye dominant “because it’s the eye that does all the killing”. They listened, interested, impressed, convinced.
Then some french brownskins w earrings and mexican hairstyles were seated in the middle of back of classroom, and i stood behind them n a nice gray suit w body armor dark under it, not fully understanding their chatting, i wanting to learn french since there were frenchmen conversing in french. The topic of human trafficking was being discussed. There was tension in the air bc these french guys were regarded not well by the mob i had been driving and talking with.
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right ear ring louder than usu/b4
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They let me drive the expensive hypercar, and I remarked how much pickup it had, a little skiddy at first until I got the hang of it, feeling a little nervous at how close it was to the right tunnel flat vertical wall floorboard interval nubs.
The Peaky guy sitting on front seat to my right said how the cops hated it; it could outrun their cars.
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I had spoken w another beautiful woman about sex and loving her.
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Why are nearly All my dreams w rich elites in the best campuses, homes, offices, vehicles, clothes, etc.?
Why do I often see maps of hidden nations and other planets?
Those aren’t remixes/randomizations of what I did while Waking.
before 8a: more gameplay/development; a digital version of Chess, perhaps my Gor “Game” Chess variant
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filling in single character text fields tiny w blk bg on pale gray field browser window, those blk rectangles spread out within black font paragraph, to type typist or character name, to contact her
mon21oct: before 4:15a: First spaceships/ssp dream in a long time. Seeing a space carrier gray at first, and conducting ops from it while it was in space, maybe not orbit yet. Went planet-side, peaceful/nonviolent work, returned to carrier, saw it navigated/moved into pos/formation alongside a bigger vessel, prob a dreadnought or mothership. Then all support ships, incl posb another carrier or more than 1 carrier, began moving, and then an alert was issued when hostile forces ahead were detected/reported. Our ships color scheme was gray and red. We came out of warp, into mid or low orbit over an Earth-like planet, and were flanked by spaceships of a dif color scheme, darker gray plus dim yellow, some/one up ahead to the left of our formation pointed perpendicular to our direction of travel. Evasive maneuvers were taken, which i thought was odd, considering how numerous our own ships were, and how massive. Were we avoiding unnecessary conflict? “Vectoring…vectoring…” was said, heard over our fleet communications channel, and i watched as our formation skillfully curved/guided left, then right, getting out from between those other ships, ready to jump away. No one seemed to be firing at us. Was this a surprise exercise / R-CAX?
I had a view of the outside of my carrier (every time we were in the carrier/Space), above it by hundreds of feet, as if from a fighterjet or drone or via astral projection. This view then showed the towering backside of the dreadnought/mothership. Was I astral projecting / remote viewing as effortlessly/routinely as I have done other superpowers, such as time travel in Waking… and flight in ‘dreams’?
In my uniform, in a well lit room, perhaps a daycare or home basement, wearing my “piss shooter” cap, a silver dollar-like emblem pinned to its left side near the front, curved blue lines on that silvery disc, I stopped when another uniformed man addressed me. He wanted to talk. He stood with good posture, vibing as a bit nervous speaking to me so abruptly, and vibed as a good man. I stopped my exit walk toward/up the stairs, still at the foot of the stairs, and turned somewhat to face him, calm and approachable, listened, and mildly smiled, a pleasant expression, before I responded. I noticed his uniform was less of an olive drab suit than mine; his was like that but also a fusion of a flight jacket, and there was an attached tie-like fabric part/strip, but it did not hang like a tie; it looked sewn onto his wraparound Marine-like snug collar, overlapping the right side of the front portion of that curve, and the bottom of that strip of fabric like a point or curve just an inch or two down over his chest. The strip was roughly a couple inches wide. His cap was a “piss-shooter” like mine, but without the silver and blue disc, which I think meant I was an officer of high rank, and he was enlisted, maybe a Sergeant.
Weeks of this in one night; glimpses of more than days of this work between, above, and onto other worlds.
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Walking streets of a nice part of a city I think was on another world, a pleasant successful colony. Maybe near a beach, but I did not see a shore in this dream.
Went into a corner cafe/bookstore, several other ppl there, all chill/neutral vibes.
Left and crossed daytime intersection to go somewhere nearby on foot.
Walked back and saw big pale yellow old classic sedan car w windows down and topless girls inside, waiting at the crosswalk for the green light.
I almost kept passing on foot, then decided to turn to face their front psgr door and compliment them, seeing a sign or joke that said “airbags”, so I said “nice airbags”, and they smiled, amused, and vibed as appreciative, I think a couple of them thanking me, all staying with seats leaned back a bit, maybe after a long day at the beach or just being nudists. Maybe Inisfreeans, even.
A lone/stray animal like a young moose was on the corner outside the glass storefront of a couple shops. The sidewalk looked like normal concrete. There was a black lightpost, and maybe a newspaper metal box stand cabinet thing. I greeted the animal, and it looked up at me, nicely nosing or licking at me a moment. It was then led into the corner shop, where a woman was seated on a chair in the waiting area near the door.
A few farm males entered and discussed what to do about the animal. One was a redhead w orange hair, stocky, thick wrists, short hair, and he smiled as he conversed with the woman, standing in the middle of the waiting area. I was to his left, and his left side was facing my chest. He sounded then like he was bragging about being able to rough up anyone who might come to his farm trying to cause trouble.
I had looked around in the cafe, toward its orders countertop and display case, both of which were side by side and facing the wall whose outside was toward the street I had walked along outside. There was a woman working/standing on the employees side of the countertop. Past it, farther back into this cafe, was a cube-like taller-ceiling room; the main customers/dining area. Its walls were a light sand tan color, and it had small windows high up, and possibly hanging metal poles for overhead single-bulb lights. There were small thin tables and chairs.
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Movie theater, big, nice, I was in the middle of three columns of dark red armchairs. I was near its left edge, almost out on the aisle sloped down toward the screen. There were dozens of others seated all around, maybe hundreds. They were conversing in respectfully quiet volumes. The dim/low side/wall sconces were on. There was something on the screen, but I think just those silent pre-ads between showings.
2 distinct famous ppl sitting in on an edge chair in the left column of seats, as oriented when facing the screen; the group of rows of seats to the left, as you enter a theater.
The 2nd was Darth Vader, in his famous black outfit, silent and good posture, but he had 3 sets of goggles, 3 levels to his helmet, the middle one smaller than the lower/regular one, and the upper was smallest of all.
A dirtyblonde man w curly short hair in a Boy Scouts merit badges tshirt/sash was seated several rows down from him, closer to the screen, turned on his armchair, looking back at him, and he said or thought aloud, “Do you think he will be okay with me talking to him?” or something like that. He vibed as hopeful, not trying to accost Darth, and not scared, just hesitant in a well-mannered sort of way, as if a starstruck fan almost.
He had called him “Dr. Vader”, and I had wondered if Darth had been or become a doctor, medical or otherwise. Did he have a PhD in reality/this realm?
I was about to turn back to look at Darth, but my consciousness/dream shifted to the next dream.
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First time late to class, after attending a class the day before, ground level, windows wall, white tile floor w little blue dashes or dots, old man tan w shortish white hair as teacher. Almost a low ceiling, prob oldfashioned asbestos/similar tiles and fluorescent lights in fixtures set up into that ceiling.
Not sure what the class was, but it seemed to be in a community college or technical school, not a fine/traditional campus.
A night passed in an instant, and I was sitting in a sedan I had driven alone back to the parking lot, parking on a concrete space facing that classroom’s windows wall. I may have been on the phone, or using my phone to make a note.
When i opened my car door to get out and walk the short distance to the outside black metal frame window door, i noticed it was “on the dot”, just seconds left before class started, so i hurried, and worried that i was the only one bringing my assault rifle with me, but no one said a word or seemed worried, seeing me carrying it to the outside door.
I was too late, though, a first for me in dream-side; someone turned the black bolt knob, locking the classroom door, and I knew they would not unlock it for me or anyone. I sighed, and then noticed many others were still in the hallway between the classrooms.
There were dozens of late students, or at least dozens of ppl gathered there, perhaps just to feel my vibe during this mild training situation, maybe they posing as fellow students, and each was calmly directed to take a turn standing in that hall, facing the three lines of late students (2 lines against the walls, and a shorter line in the middle), saying who they were, but not necessarily why they were late, so it was not a punishment, just an opportunity to mingle while class had locked us out, or maybe we were from different classes, etc.. The floor was tiles, but a pastel sand tan color, not white-base like in my classroom. The ceiling had overhead lights, prob fluorescent like in my classroom. I think the ceiling was a foot or two higher than in my classroom.
The man who instructed everyone to take a turn speaking was standing to my left, cauc, brunette, very short hair, almost shaved bald, blue eyes, slightly tall, thin fit, casual clothes.
I almost went, but someone stepped up and began speaking, so i mentally rehearsed what i would say.
Edgy/bad-vibe too-tall blonde kid w buzzcut or short hair standing in middle of hallway, similar to the bully retard at the fake farm in Waking, so i was uneasy, wondering if he would say evil lies and need to be dealt with. Maybe me having a rifle kept his dumbass quiet this 2nd encounter.
When it was my turn, i stepped forward, and said my first name, and that I was from 2nd bn, 7th Marines, but mistakenly repeated “battalion” instead of ending with “regiment”, so I corrected myself, my rifle butt resting on the tile floor, my left hand “taco shell” gripping its muzzle break. I said I had just missed my alarm/class by a minute today, and not because of anything serious/major, so there was nothing much to say. I then returned to my place along the wall behind the back of that blonde kid who looked a little too much like the farm retard/evildoer.
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Multiple dreams again, as usu. Multiple days or weeks per dream in some cases. Multiple lives being remembered/entered? Multiple me-s out there, or just astral projecting to open/similar mind-structures? As in Waking, seems I am beyond time out there; able to skip through so many events, seeing their highlights. Like warp-surfing or mind-surfing, but paired w time-surfing.
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There were additional dreams this night, but I remember so many each night… it can take an hour or more just to type them, so I do not type them all, and certainly not in full detail.
tue22oct: before 3:50a: another first and big upgrade: fucked and came in another perfect hottie or two, knew I was supposed to study for an exam but didnt, was told of a way to bypass a building main access door by using an employee elevator, but went there w 1 friend/classmate and the door to it wasnt where they said it was, just a white-painted wall there. Brief memory of some pale yellow surface, too. Walked into the auditorium (college-style big classroom) and dozens were alr3ady seated there, i made a confident stride beeline for the middle highback chair of a group of chairs on a few consecutive rows at the top of the left side of the room, closest to the door I had entered through, and was carrying something like a pool float tube but held as if a casually carried primary weapon on my left forearm. The chairs were like black thick material collapsible lawn chairs. I had the air/aura and focus of a godking. A woman w vril maiden-long blonde hair sat to my side, as if an Angelic or adviser, professionally silent for now. The classroom big screen on the front wall began showing a drone aerial angle view of the front of a black glass multistory bldg like something downtown, maybe a hospital or office highrise, and a hundred or more ppl were walking toward it. I began to think about the on-paper exam today that would soon be given, esp. its math and science parts, equations I didn’t have memorized, but I did not worry; I decided I would just do what I could, and if I failed the exam, whatever. Exams from others are backward, anyway, ‘beneath me’. The teacher during, or a narrator voice in, the video said something that made me hope no masktard lies/bs would be part of the video.
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2 or more of the hotties I had fucked that morning or prev night were seated in the classroom on its left side, upper row/s, watching me as I entered, good vibes from them, but I was focused on being in a student/king mindset, so I did not match their gaze; my consciousness focus and will and dominance are stronger than even perfect female sexiness.
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More than a few dreams now have shown I am beyond all exams/testing, and am now in command roles –even of other commanders.
sometime around 3-4pm: dreamed everyone was in superhero costumes (beach colors; not dark and highly-contrasted like Superman’s), and I was concerned about my nose and something else, and a couple ppl were beside/around me, one approaching and moving behind me to style my hair or something, and I said something about not trusting them bc so many / all had wronged me, but they stayed calm and that one kept working behind me on my hair, and i stood there… letting him/them. Natural-lighting room, more colorful than normal human ones, obv. decorated by off-worlders or something, as if in a live version of a comic-book scene.
There was some nose covering on my nose the entire time, maybe part of a protective structure like a rhinoplasty cast, or just the superhero version of what hold’s reading-glasses steady on the face. unsure.
wed23oct: before 1245a: another multi-day dream repeated, 2nd time after several years; was in a dim hotel rm, 2nd story, saw myself n mirror, looked as expected, took out mouth-guard, 2 or 3 teeth were bloody and smaller-looking than normal, front right upper one fell out, heard it bounce on hardwood floor and slide out of sight under furniture. I thought of calling a local dentist, but then that i could not afford it. I looked to see how obvious it was that i was now missing teeth, and it was INCREDIBLY so, the others now not touching, and looking wider, almost cartoony.
Went down and outside, parking lot, again thought of calling a dentist, and then of returning to hotel to look for the tooth that had fallen on the floor.
I semi awake a few times, and saw my teeth were all still in and fine.
This was one of the times when I willed myself into a lesser level of dream-side, and not even having to realize or tell myself I Was “just dreaming” to do it; 2 or 3 times this night, I just wanted to see my teeth were better/fine, so that happened… within seconds.
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Drove a ways, ended up talking w a mild tan elven farmer young woman at a commune or something, remembered it from yrs ago, told her i remembered it, and said time-travel maybe, and that i wanted to he honest w her about my thoughts.
I told her how I sometimes have an a-hah moment when something refreshes my memory.
She listened, was not judgy, and offered me a job anyway, which i also then remembered from last time. It was basically to be manager there. Sue told me there were a couple dozen others, all younger than me, and that the girls would be interested in me. I said i might be ‘breaking’ some hearts then; i was not available. At the kitchen sink, a redhead like a tolerable v of rio gf spoke of alaska. I continued talking w the somewhat tan blonde. She gave me a slip of paper or a booklet w their work-hours penciled on it. I was surprised it was just like 11am to 4pm; a half shift each day. I remembered driving away last time, maybe after 1 or 2 days, n my jeep, unable to make the job fit. Would it last this time?
The redhead spoke to me a 2nd time, she now sitting on a countertop or fridge or something near the double basin-sink, her lower legs hanging off its edge. I agreed w her that montana was beautiful, and added but alaska is even better, amazing. She perked up to that comment. We would talk more about it later.
Then 2 of the youths rode off the roof, 1 on a mountain bike who missed the curve ramp and fell a long way down onto the wide ravine sand colored ground several stories below. No one panicked. We then went to another room of that butte/plateau commune, or a hospital open-air, to check on them. As i remembered from yrs ago, 1 would pull through, but the other would not, ending up n a bodybag. I did not tell the mild-tan blonde this, but it was obvious, as the 2nd was on a breathing tube, his brown body misshapen in numerous ways, though no bruises or cuts were on it.
I had seen him first on the ravine floor, then seen him riding his bicycle dn from the roof and off to the corner of our bldg, as if skipping back through time.
Why did I have a teeth dream, and a multiday dream that has now happened twice?
More sloppy misuse of dream tech from those in Waking who apparently have run out of fresh material?
before 714a: conference call, one guy asked about one of my military ribbons, i told him how i got it, seemed like a test, i was surprised he didnt ask about the bronze star, then i noticed i hadnt worn many other ribbons i had, so i added them to my stack after the call. Was sitting in a vehicle, loose ribbons being added on a white paper surface to the stack, incl some new ones, 1 orange, another being half blue and half orange, similar to ones i designed.
Then was gonna pack up and hurry to join a formation of civilian clothes teens/20s being marched/jogged off, daylight.
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went into a bar, walked up to counter, 2 or 3 attractive shorty women there, 1 blonde woman seemed a hostess, i asked how late dinner was served, then said i would go shower and return, went bk outside to my vehicle, parking lot still some daylight, big blk pickup truck,
Thought of wearing my black/only suit, but then thought it might have dirty marks on the lapels.
had driven past 2 mil checkpoint blds w outdoor parts like porta-johns or pods for their guards, drove back past one, ended up on top of its 1story brick wall edge in the truck, dropped back down, no one said anything, came to an intersection, 2 other big trucks 2ere trying to turn, 1 into my lane, the other across from me, facing me, heading opp way, I to the right, i to the left, and we all narrowly missed ea other, the big gray one almost touching my front left corner.
I went to a big pizza restaurant outside, called and asked if they had vegetarian, wanted to ask if vegan, but woman on phone said not even vegetarian. Asked if i would order or when i would be there. I said maybe in 30mins, lying, trying to be nice.
I went to a 3rd restaurant, saw it had partitions fancy simple black thin tall enclosing central seating booths, 4 or 5 sexy young women working there, the tallest was a blonde who noticed me, then noticed i wasnt seeking a hostess yet, so she returned to just leaning frwd on the countertop by the bar side, i noticed the legs of a teen/20s blonde hottie waitress, but she had thin ear rings, so i then tried reading the menu as i walked through the middle of all that, saw all was fish based, incl a salmon dish, so i walked out.
Returned to first restaurant, or a hotel room well lit, noted on a flashcard my thoughts about the hotties and nonvegan bs, more hotties elven sandy brunette were then standing there, and i talked w them as i sat and made my notes.
The women at the first restaurant were clearly attracted ti me and hoping i would return.
The woman on phone of pizza place gave me a vision of a somewhat stocky blonde w a stylish choppy blonde hairstyle/haircut.
The pizza place was like a barn or small stadium but black w a wraparound porch.
The women in the 3rd restaurant were all in shortest shorts, almost cheekies, and fitted shirts without loose sleeves.
The menus in that 3rd place were in pale tan wood picture frames without glass, black or slightly chalky font on white paper sheet size surface, just 6 or 7 menu items, all entries, listed vertically, not alphabetized. The walls were tall, white, and blank except for a big tv over the bar. The booths were smooth and tight, not studded, and not highbacked up to the head level, maybe just to the neck or shoulders. There were no chairs or barstools. There was a wraparound waiting/walking area around the booths which were all in a rounded edges central rectangular seating area.
I did look up in any of these 3 restaurants to see their light fixtures.
None had music playing.
None had a smell of food.
Only the first one had other customers in it, just 1 or 2, already seated, unseen or only seen in peripheral.
Outside was an empty flat short grass plain like a small-town intersection in montana or wyoming on the non-mountainous side of those states.
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So much more, all ofp and good, all hotties who vibed as approachable, servant, into me, available
thu24oct: before 6a: was outside on dirt, maybe a solid fence of a neighborhood ahead, dirt parking lot, some new type of police vehicle with a large device like a tuning fork in its back seats section, lime those garbage truck gripper arms that lift the rolling bins up, it was used to get me, or I was in a ridealong witnessing the driver use it, chatting w driver, feeling a little uneasy for obv reasons
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Went to some weird outdoor prison, line of tables, talked with a couple people working there
Sat in a classroom in a shack
Told not to send or write messages
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Saw a picture of the sharktank tan brunette (after rejecting the other of 2 sharktank presenter profile thumbnails on a small screen like maybe on an iPad or iScroll), but she wasnt as tan, and was in a strappy whitish top, ballcap, tits larger, nipples showing (barely over her low swoop shirt collar), very odd part: made 2 incisions on each to remove them as if the image was a 3Dprinted model and those parts were like hotdog material inside. …a years-later release of pent-up / resurfacing nipples-surgery thoughts/concerns?
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Made a couple breakfast burritos, sorting their ingredients, pre-rolling the tortillas, posb paper-like layer I was concerned about biting into, heating the vegan eggs on a small cast-iron cooking-pan, checking their temp, hand-moving big portions of the flat-ish square-ish stacked-ish ‘eggs’ from the pan onto the two fajitas, and I was in such an odd place for this; it looked like I was sitting on the grassy flat part of a highway underpass shoulder, vehicles in my peripheral but silent and not making a breeze/wake.
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Saw comet big in the sky, it facing down to horizon; tail up. I guess I was meant to see its astral/dream-side body/version, not its Waking one this time.
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Much more
maybe between 7 and 8am: There was the MIB movie scene audio of Michael Jackson saying he could be Agent M, then a version of it played where Tommy Lee Jones said he could be Agent T.
I was in a room with a wall of white cinder blocks, 2 ppl there with me, 1 to my right, the other behind me at the open doorway, both I think in black suits, the 1 to my right prob a short woman, the 1 behind me a middleaged man about my height,
a pastel blue soft light somewhere nearby in this room,
the ceiling maybe 10′ or more up, unseen,
and I was/started applying a blue adhesive ~1″-thick strip vertically, almost making it straight, but it had 4 sections, each a bit bent/offset from the other, the 2nd highest of the 4 being the right-most, each less than 1′ long.
I thought of / imagined where to place a different object to its right, picturing an equally thick but gray maybe translucent line curving like the fibonnaci spiral up and over to where the next part of my art/sculpture would/should be. Not sure why this was what I was picturing, or why I felt it was then sized/spaced correctly.
To the right of it (where that imaginary curved line ended), I used a tool to draw a circle (about the diameter of a small dinner plate, or of a big saucer for under a soup bowl) around the area I wanted to apply art to the white wall within.
Then I walked around a table or mattress, to a pile/assortment of other art and tools, and found on the wall there just what I needed, beside a smaller circle probably drawn using it; there was a string and a prong it was tied to, able to penetrate or stay attached to this type of wall/paint. I took it off the wall near my hip level, walked back around the table or mattress to my wall area, and was about to use it.
For some reason, I instead held up a warped circular shape/form instead, tracing around it, resulting in the expected barely circular wobbly outline. I went back and forth over sections of this curve with the same black wide-tip marker, darkening the line on the wall. I would then use the string tool to make a better circle inside that crappy outer line.
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I took a long piss, then woke, realizing I had to do that irl, and was glad my body knew not to irl piss when imagining pissing during a dream.
I suspect that I only remembered traumatic/amazing/energized parts of dreams as a child… because there was little point in remembering the rest, my focus being on toughening my Waking body, not back then elasticizing/restoring/unlocking my mind / other lives,
and I suspect I now remember far more of each night’s dreams… b/c my body is plenty conditioned, and my idea/vision/calling/destiny now in order enough to expand my note-taking and meditating into this additional/supplemental area,
and eventually I’ll be able to recall and casually access ALL my dreams, not just flex/strain/repeat while focusing on the partial memory of one enough to re-dream it.
Are the parts of dreams I remember, or those I remember out of the total dreams each night, Also not a coincidence; are those particular parts meant to be remembered and meditated on at This phase/stage? Does giving them time… unlock the Rest?
Will I end up redreaming childhood dreams… but from the POVs of the beings in those dreams I originally (as a boy) just observed or fled from?; will I at some coming point have those dreams from the perspectives of Slimer, The Moon, etc.?
fri25oct: before 2a: all mild meh dreams, didnt even rmbr once fully awake
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before 9a: saw 3 squadrons of air creatures, the last one mostly dragons plus numerous support birds,
reminded me of a zerg formation
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“aaannnd she betrayed me” I said or thought, unsurprised, after giving yet another chance, only to have yet another human abuse it. Hazy on details.
sat26oct: 532a was in a classroom, serval to a dozen others there, some were chatting in pairs, a stern teacher walked by and threatened them, sating he would shoot/kill them and didnt care. They mostly fell silent, obeying. Some had black head masks. Some had grayish facial hair. All were males. An assassin school? None seemed phased by his threat. Then we were sitting in dark brown risers against the dim wall n the room. I opened a black notepad case, and it started playing a song, so i turned its volume down to the lowest setting, “1”, but it was still audible. The guy on the riser front row, to my right front corner, looked at me, maybe surprised or upset or worried i had made noise after the teacher threat. A cauc man, middle-aged, shaved/no facial hair, short darkish brn hair, purple t-shirt, walked from across the room straight to me, leaned toward me, face aimed right at mine, asked, “why are you here?” I looked up, right at his eyes, saw his creepy head tilt and posture, and felt i was being pushed out of the dream/body. Then i smirked, thinking or saying what he had done; pushing me out. I automatically pushed bk the same way, and noticed that i then had re-anchored in that mind/dream, and He was now being surprised and pushed out of it. I am glad i stood up to him. He was rude and asking a stupid question. It is obvious why i am here; to make Inisfree, and to have my family w the chosen.
–That’s the first time someone “got in my face” in a dream. Reminds me of that asshole general in penn.. asking me “why are you here?” with a pointed tone…even though i was told to go by another marine… and this General should have known I was invited/encouraged.
–His face was like a fusion of blankenship…and that cauc actor from Hancock.
–also now reminds me of that bitch (cheap-imitation / cunt-ambi) projecting her rotating head at me when i woke up in madison
6:30-9a: in and out of sleep many times, imagined/foresaw Inara landing her shuttle nearby and hurrying to be picked up and spin-hugged by me, we then fucking in multiple places, sometimes going very slow, barely grinding, she in my lap, just flexing as she hugged my head to her tits.
–also had vision of icv kennedy leigh
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was in a mechanic shop, had jeep, told of tires patch issue, back right like in Waking suv, was one other issue but didnt mention it bc concerned about cost/budget, bald cauc guy said he remembered me, and that i had once parked my jeep out on a runway, not realizing that’s what one paved street outside their shop was, i didnt rmbr at first. Noticed my movements were a bit sudden and powerful, bumping inti things, knocking over a neck-tall shelf toward a vehicle in the bays.
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many more
sun27oct: before 3a: was talking w more than a few men about favorite cities for food. Said dallas….but that makes no sense irl, so was it dif in dreamside?
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talking w a kid like tim from the factory, and a couple others, 1 asked where he and i met, i at first said through an isis-like person and her daughter, but then said no it was at Lifetime Plastics factory n utah. A time-like scrawny kid was there, and he tried saying it was Lifetime Plastics in virginia, which i immediately sensed was wrong.
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was n tim’s mind, seeing him looking at his thin arm-tats in a mirror, like lines parallel vertical around his biceps and then curving together at their tops and bottoms. First time seeing my own right-arm rank-tat, as i made sure the lines did not go over it, before realizing his tats were on him, not me.
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was walking past a degenerate bitch w short hair, then a nonmale scrawny w similar haircut and earlobe dot piercings tried to be rude, so i immediately beat it up. Good sign. It was one of those hyper-fags (not just a queer, but openly, blatantly, aggressively, and rudely so). I then went in the concrete outdoor toilet-room, and was going to use the stall, but a black monkey tried to befriend me or seek food, and i told it no, but it persisted, so i tried closing the stall door, but it was not sized to cover the gap, so the monkey tried to get through, so i again said no, it then looking up and deciding to climb up the stall door
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more
mon28oct: before 6am: many dreams, incl more firsts, such as first time I with a group were told to wear big bowl-like helmets that obscured our view of who was standing around us, most near me wearing a black bowl, I and others wearing yellow, still others wearing gray, etc., and first time some guy standing beside me threatened me by saying if I stood and moved from my assigned kneeling spot again…he would kill me, he then showing his bloody short sword curved blade which he’d apparently just stabbed a guy to my left with. He was hurriedly replaced by a man nervously smiling, knowing it was global suicide to threaten or even command me. My group then started jogging somewhere, chatting, I asking what the rules of this game were, such as how fast we could run, where we could jump, etc.
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helped a guy with filling in numbers in a colorful app or game menu creation screen, someone telling us they got too many easy questions about it, so just guess and figure it out
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looking up and seeing odd birds flying overhead, 2 like pale dinosaurs, the first getting trapped by a psionic sky box it was confused about, and the 2nd being prevented from descending on us
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convos with others
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Had a long convo with a pharma-tard evildoer/NPC, about him saying he’d read 13books by fauci, I then pointing out he’d done no research into other opinions, I almost yelling at that masktard darkeyes loser/fool. It shut him up. I wonder if it enlightened his dumbass, though; he probably just got moody and datadumped, refusing to face the reality that he’d made a giant error in thinking.
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seeing “Cho Cho” as a label of 1 of 3 app titles on my phone screen or other mobile device
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working w more elites
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standing in a dim room with a balcony/loft level (not a catwalk overhang, but clearly windows to a level above mine), having walked through that building a bit, helping with something, maybe relaying or carrying stuff.
I asked him if it was alright if I told anyone who might ask… that I was doing work for him, a General. He said yes.
waking and thinking how stupid of them to try dreamtech to groom me to report to Generals when even Generals have to report to elites who then must report to Me irl.
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Haralovich fell asleep while watching an iPad movie beside me and our small hangout group.
I called him hiraldo-bitch, just like we used to irl.
I wondered if haralovich was some variant of me, sent to experience recon like i had wanted to.
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I jogged on a sidewalk or courtyard walkway past a glass business front with recruiters or some other group inside it, I apparently telepathically hearing their convo
tue29oct: before 5a: I was standing in a room with restaurant kitchen food storage stainless steel shelves, chatting w one person, likely a shorter brunette woman, about klingons for some reason, their sexual toughness being the topic that came up. I lightheartedly remarked how i ofc wouldnt normally be into such, due to their foreheads, but would then give them a chance once i learned how much rough sex they are able to handle, and are used to, and they would give me a chance once they learned of my sexual dungeons and drive/libido.
I was then invited to follow a man wearing a military dress uniform with a circular hat into the next room, and i would be left alone in there with just a table and paper form, dozens of pages, collated, to fill them out, having said what they hoped to hear during prescreening.
The pages were of black ink in normal font, blank lines after each question, the first just asking if I had any injuries, smoking use, etc., so I wrote “no”, “N/A”, etc., and “none” on one line the man told me they wanted that particular word as the answer.
I could read every line.
I was calm and pleased with my answers.
No questions had offensive evil bs such as vaxtard shit.
I wrote that I had been an NCO. There was a line about one type of NCOs needing supervision, perhaps to gauge my mental reaction, maybe they monitoring my brain activity.
I turned several pages, having completed them, and got to longer questions taking up multiple lines, one with a few blank lines in the paragraph, and filled in “Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center”, deciding whether to hyphenate “Air Ground”, deciding not to hyphenate it. I wrote that I had been basically patrolling a base, and I wondered if patrolling had 2 “l”s, and that I would report weather and any personnel activity, like me doing clandestine scouting at night, and I pictured or remembered this, as if having unlocked irl memories… or memories of a parallel-universe 29 Palms slightly different base/enlistment.
When I got to the question at the top of the next page that asked if there were other entrance questionnaires this lengthy, I wrote “maybe the one to earn a Top Secret clearance”, and I thought about mentioning the clearances above TS.
That was when something woke me, not startling/jolting, but a smooth steady return to this “side”, and I wondered if I could return to this dream to complete the remaining pages.
It was very much like the MIB scene of being in a blank gray test-takers room.
landscape orientation, not portrait (how the questionnaire was printed)
wed30oct: before 2:30a when my alarm was set to sound: parking lot outside, then went in some house rental, dim/lights off inside, maybe nighttime,
teen girl naked (cauc’, good dimensions, height, etc.) on ceiling above my floor sleeping pos, attached up there for some reason, her front facing down at me, I think somehow she was attached centrally, as if via a peg/pole through her navel/middle, odd.
she came down and talked w me for a while, long convo, good chill vibe, I (now upon Waking) not remembering exact words rn.
Ended up going upstairs to hide bc she opened the door and lfb evildoer was there, asking if I was there. Glad I avoided that harassment/trap this time. Also glad the chill girl didn’t betray me; kept my secret, remaining calm and smooth.
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cb (non-hyperglutton v) and 1 or 2 others in basement house room carpeted w my posters w big font on them, all the big posters my latest work/printouts, they complimenting something about them, the lettering on them a light (pale/pastel) blue in long black text-fields between thin-ish lines of gray and other colors, like a digital scoreboard color-scheme,
I suggested he try injecting coca cola “coke” into a donkey, not sure how we got onto this unique topic,
I said to find and call a donkey biologist so they would know which muscle area would isolate the coke, so it would be easier to extract if the donkey didnt like it.
The guy beside cb described how donkeys are smart, using their hooves, figuring stuff out, and how when you give them new stuff to learn, they get excited as they realize there is more to understand and do, etc.
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some General, upon seeking a way to maintain public image and morale during a losing war, said “I want them playing baseball at all times” visible on that fenced base corner.
I think i had this dream twice tonight.
Went into back of a school-bus of troops, chatting about that, and i said “they must have been losing Bad” for him to order such an odd thing.
We were in daylight outside on a smaller but busy training base, some Navy ships offshore not far, and white foamy surf smoothly passing, shallow, rafts here and there, all empty, staged, big yellow but not brightly colored.
I asked the guy in issued maybe-khaki swim-trunks standing near me, “how do you collapse the raft?”, he told me how to roll it, I put my foot on it like he showed me and began pushing the air out with my hands as my foot held the ground part steady,
same swim-trunks guy said some name…”_ would see you as a raftsman”, complimenting my efficient removal pf the air while rolling the deflating raft into a cinnamon bun form
thu31oct:

NOVEMBER:

1st: This month’s dreams have started very well; going to my chosen cabin, driven there by a good-vibe version of martinez and 1 other person, it well lit inside, I smiling and remarking about its internally lit furniture piece, I having only seen breakfronts lit that way before
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a climbing or climber-rescue course, thick white ropes, just a couple stories long in a gym w 4 ppl thus 4 ropes side by side, i using mine to swing down from an indoor slope where the other 3 already were hanging from theirs, all of us harnessed and helmeted, i a little nervous at first bc heard there was a strict pass-fail policy
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hurrying up a hill after a group of 3 normal females, at least 1 a brunette, i having no trouble on the steep bumpy muddy slope path wide until someone in a group of 2 or 3 behind me said something about how steep it was getting, i then being more careful until i reached the flatter top
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I also enjoyed locking someone else on about one of the usual big topics, my eloquence and focus perfect.
~3rd: saw a gorgeous appropriately-petite and somehow-familiar tan blonde hottie as if in stasis but clearly alive, so I touched her fingertip/s to start bringing her back into ‘animated’ (mobile) life, and it worked. Evil-vibe rio was there, wanting me not to do that, but I of course ignored that evil meddling/intrusion/interference, and brought her fully back to normal healthy moving life.
Then I was getting in some kind of small hovering pod or spacecraft w a redhead hottie that now makes me think of Ariel, and we hovered out the window of her/our 2nd-floor nice apartment into the night air. I somehow knew there was a badguy or bad organization trying to pursue/stop us, so we kept a low profile in some other city; I always choose wisdom and peacefulness when possible, sidestepping evil, starving it of the negative contact it parasitically feeds on after trying to shadily poke into motion.
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also nicer vehicles in dreams, prob every time now, incl. futuristic custom ones; a phase3 sign
~5th: taught a new soldier how to work the white artillery cannon
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more
~6th: I took a nap instead of an exam in a classroom, talked with a hottie, then asked the teacher if I could take the exam now that I was rested/back, daylight through orderly nice quiet classroom windows, no/neutral vibe/s from the other students, each at a normal chair-desk of their own.
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other meetings
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etc.
7th: _
8th: Jada good vibe v, so I grabbed and frenched her. must have been the test/commissioning of her ICV (corrected form).
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Marblewood mess kitchen; I was there with a few/several other ppl, incl. one similar to maloney except spikier/shorter hair and tolerable vibe. The fridge was also on the wall closest to the outside side of the house; opp. of where it had been IRL childhood.
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then in a place like Focus in Missouri, similar-looking older-man like the bald-shove scumbag at Focus, bug again, as with all dreams these past months, the tolerable-vibe version. all of us sitting at a rectangular dark brown thin table, the rest young men, 1 like the martinez2 idiot, but tolerable vibe here. I held in my hands what looked like a chipped/dirty/charred smoke grenade, and thought of hoping for a meal, then looked to my right, and saw fish like a thick salmon slice/filet on a serving plate on the middle of our table, and a 2nd plate similar to that one (with similar food on it).
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I had a long silenced dark/black rifle in my hands in front of me as I walked to an airport terminal gate seating area, empty except for me, and 2 women trying to talk to me, but I wasn’t paying them much attention. They weren’t worried about my weapon; they were just sort of making casual conversation or something.
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Many more
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posb. while sitting on a chair in that part of the airport, people then having shown up and stood/sat nearby, 1 chatting w me, maybe another 1 or 2 listening from the other side of me, I said about a partial quote I was recalling, or having beamed into my thoughts/mind, “I don’t want to paraphrase too much, because then I am just cherry-picking the quote, but it was very nice.” Pretty sure that was me defaulting to good manners like I always do, even though someone had tried to program/beam into me a fake-memory of a nice-vibe thing lfb-demon had never actually done.
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still remembering more each night,
entire conversations,
surroundings,
how ppl look and vibe,
able to read text,
etc.
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Contact with the lemurians/islanders again; day, small island, surf/paddleboards, I was getting ready to paddle across the ocean w them, pretty calm seas, I concerned about big sharks but none ever bother us
9th: before 1:45a: several dreams, incl. picking out hairstyles via a RimWorld-like horiz scroll of gray outline tiles on a gray bg, ea w a gray or colored hairstyle drawn lile a comic or avatar one, and I lpved the platinum blonde casual pigtails pne, and the Rpgue-like green-hair one like Magneto daughter
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I was sitting at a computer, fairly big screen, trying to extract an image of a brown skin teen face model hottie w black flowy hair, but there was some issue pasting it into Bitmap/Paint, so I tried some other approach/method, and then closed the other previews/”windows” of white girls I didnt regard as being hot enough. A few ppl were seating at desk chairs around me, and the one to my back right i explained what i was doing to, saying that some issue was preventing me from copying the image before doing an image search with it. Dimly lit room. No one else on a computer, and maybe mine the only computer in there.
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carefully climbing a few old gray horiz wood 2×4ish pieces bolted to a gray wood wall up to a shitty primitive sleeping area at some version of the soldotna bs “farm”, then standing on the ground at their base, wondering where i would go to sleep after leaving the evil place, hearing from inside the main house close in front of me as i turned around “food” or “food is ready”, seeing the wife through the sliding glass doors leaning over a table or countertop to prepare or plate some of it, i deciding to wait outside and then sneak away, so over their bullshit.
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in a classroom watching a projector screen clip of Friends, I remarked how awful it was, having seen Ross and some deformed nig, and an idiot/incompatible sitting closer to the screen turned to me and defended it, saying “oh c’mon, it was a production”, I ignored that retarded comment from that individual.
I left the classroom while they were getting ready to leave class/school, went across the carpeted hall, the school like an old nice sturdy brick colonial house more than a modern sch bldg, went into an empty room also on 2nd floor, and practiced telekinetic levitation, first by hovering w my back to the floor while kicking a horiz white texture thick ceiling beam w both shoed feet, then moving my body around a similar horiz beam like i was a rolling cylinder on it, then by rotating like a cd on a cd player or turntable, then other ways, and i thought i wasnt able to do this fast… so it wasnt that impressive.
I heard students conversing and standing, beginning to leave the classrm i had come from. I looked dn and saw 2 plastic sleeves big enough to fit a textbook in, one on the carpet or a book front, the other leaning upright at an angle along one short side of the other sleeve of plastic.
Daylight outside.
10th: before 5a: another graduation dream, and was upstairs in a spacious room lit with mild light, gray white-ish carpet, 3 floor mattresses ea twin size, 2 other young men there, spread out, like a man cave in a big attic filled in to be livable, 1 like eric b.,
I said how quickly I would leave once able to, and to never tell lfb demon when or where.
He mentioned that the school store had new swag; labeled underwear, not just letter jackets like other schools.
I used Maps to find the store and call it. Guy who answered was another rude retard, shit customer-service; kept grilling me about my interest, and I kept politely answering his inappropriate questions, he didnt hear one answer, long pause, asked it again, i said i had answered it, and “dude”-ed him, my tone saying “wtf is wrong with you for suspecting me for wanting to buy your product?”. He finally arranged to hold/reserve one pair for me.
I used my Maps app and tried driving through the kind of industrial zoned backways btwn spartan cube-like warehouse loading-docks, trying to find my own way to the main street colored blue in Maps, but didnt find a way through, so I turned around in a somewhat spacious back parking lot in that zone and began following the Maps directions instead. There had been a vehicle in front of me, but prob just a stranger going to park before work back there.
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Then i was outside w a few dif ppl, and i got or made a call, a dif guy on the line w me, talking about an expensive option to make perfectly fitted 3pt/tip boots, whatever that meant. I said i would maybe get that next time, after seeing how the regular ones fit.
Then the topic of my mil history or trng came up w the ppl standing outside w me, and 1 opened an empty multi compartment bag i had, and i said i would prob put a “sapi or e-sapi plate in there, and 1 in front, maybe a smaller 1 at ea side”.
We then talked of more trng, but of doing it now, and an eli-like was there. I said i would go see if i could find my night-vision (goggles), and then told him to be sure, when clearing around a corner, or sitting in a vehicle, to lean back a bit to compensate for their length, that he not turn suddenly and bump his nose via them hitting a doorframe or vehicle window.
I said we could practice clearing a friend’s 1story house.
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I rmbr so many details, it would take hours to write/type them all; leaves and sidewalk outside, body types and facial features, tones and vibes, entire conversations; as vivid as it gets.
11th: before 2:50a: many firsts, all great, and 1 of my best/favorite dreams so far; was n another new nice school, going to a few dif classes, noticed a gooey white icing like stain or spill stuck on one fabric edge,
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folding and refolding a dark blanket-like thing and then carrying it w an armful of a few other flat boxy stacked items, seeing nikhil on a bench in the public nexus, offering him a slice of the half pizza I had in a pizza box, glad he declined (bc i wanted it all),
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sat beside a hot asian girl w flowy hair, was concerned my armpits might smell but she didnt notice or care,
took a few simple notes on a piece of lined notebook paper, sloppy casual handwriting
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classroom w big stainless steel fridge beside glass doors entry, romantic lighting, multiple kitchen islands as multistudent desks, a couple dozen students n there, quiz or practice writing about how fridges keep food cool, teacher near front, a couple tall middleaged men in gray tunics walked in from the glass doors and talked w us briefly, maybe vendors or contractors or reps from the company that makes that fridge, then they walked out the other door to the right, perhaps deeper into this school
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saw in mirror i looked tan and model-like and had a high and tight of thick blonde hair, but still clearly had many of my eyes’ and facial features
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went outside and it was a nice shopping area with fancy elegant lit signs and manikins and a nice car on display, maybe cobblestone but easy to walk on, 1story rooftops, evening, walked past a familiar tan blonde rich woman shorty in tight white outfit who noticed me and vibed as interested, was on her cell phone but not speaking when she turned to face me,
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then a megan rain icv or adaline walked up to me out there and kissed me multiple times, almost so aggressively i worried she might use her little vamp fangs to nip at me, then we stayed close on way to next class, listened to multiple presenters, the first a sexy woman exotic w flowy hair, megan rain-looking hottie was seated to my left, the asian from before…to my right, and megan-like let her hand hang where i could nom it, she like my casual chill badass gf, then a humble cauc brunette male 30s who looked over the table to me sitting on floor and asked if he should wrap it up or if i needed to go, i assured him no bc i wanted to hear the rest of his presentation
Stood when class was over, stayed close w megan-like, who wonderfully vibed as ambi-ultra-confident and totally comfortable w my closeness
Leaned over a returned graded test paper stapled, read its answers
Had a small sticky note on my right chest area of top/shirt/vest, someone noticed what was written on it, 3 words, a joke about being a member of some council of fairies, “[council?] [some other word] fairies”
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so glad to see adaline, and w ambi presence powerful, 100% into me, BEST KISS SO FAR, kissing me like samm’ hugged me; w all her being/might, and first time sucking her sexy hand, and hot new asian barbie hanging w us, surely to 3some after class, like our shared gf/fuckbuddy.
Seeing and vibefeeling only good ppl this time.
More classes w nice teachers, nice dim lighting, and optional tests, no stress
~14th: remarked about being back in familiar gpa house (its master bathrm, to be precise, daytime lit), but it was only familiar in dreamside; it wasnt his Waking houses
15th: jogged through a dim hall after someone, then returned, talked w 1 or 2 ppl about 1 or 2 others being dn the hall, and I and 1 other guy ready to run after to catch up w them for some reason, but the group of all platinum blonde blue eyed elven hottie cheerleaders -some topless- gently said not to or something.
–all females this night/dream were perfect in every way; phase3 sign
before 730a: what a wonderful dream or vision of the future: jada icv fucking me, missionary etc, then resting her head on my right shoulder as we sat in a carpeted room w a big off flat tv, her tshirt gray and white, deep blue armband cuffs 1cm wide, shirt hugging her perfect a-cups, both of us waiting for others to leave so we can get right back to fucking, her vibe perfect, totally unlike evil proto jada’s. So phase2; didnt have to ask for this, the idea now w life/momentum of its own, hopefully sure to manifest very soon for me in Waking –obv now w leverage and superpowers and assurances and her slaughtering my enemies first and after. Amen.
16th: was in a low-roof house, lfb demon vibe in another room down the hall, i noticed multiple fridges were full of old forgotten/hoarded cooked eggo waffles, 1 fridge facing a wall or countertop in a mudroom on way dn a few gray steps to the garage house door, started cleaning out all old fopd from the fridges, then started cleaning up the rooms, clearing their carpets and visualizing shampooing and vacuuming them,
then met graham hancock outside a night church or similar brick bldg, was at my jeep, realized it was a bad neighborhood and i hadnt attached the top, went to a garage to attach the top, started w the pieces, noticed across the street there were noisy young men in a ground level small horiz rectangular window, playing vid games n that basement, noisy, sketchy vibes,
so I mentioned the low-roof house as an offer for graham to stay there, but he said he wanted to stay w his friend/s –which were Those guys, somehow.
I did not argue, but i had decided i would use the quiet low-roof house for my Own lodging while we were in this town.
One of the noisy guys was then in the house i was using the garage of to add my jeep top pieces, and he kept saying my name from the room the garage side door was open to, i eventually realizing he was calling for my attn, and i turned toward that door, and he had walked in, was standing facing me, shorter than me, an odd mutant face, like a dwarf ogre with a black ballcap, not a bad vibe, but annoying and weird, u expected, un asked for.
The next morning, i was surprised to see those young men all doing something healthy; they were jogging a sidewalk/trail past a 2story bldg, and young women were w them, perhaps all students who jogged as members of some fitness club, or for a required course. One female was cauc, skinny, late teens or early 20s, long med brn rjh style hair but lighter brn than rjh’s. I set up a logs-based swingset-size mini o-course behind that bldg, then did some exercises on it, such as dips.
3 badvibes blk-soulless-eyes young men approached from the field back there, and i asked if they were more friends of graham, then offered to shake their hands, but they were there to try and pick a fight even though we hadnt met, so i began using martial arts to stop them, felling all three, and considering holding the back of the head of their ldr to bash his face on one of the o-course vertical logs a few times in a row. I then thought of taking the pocketknife one had produced…and resting it on his neck to make a point. I then foresaw the idea of the one least beaten up by me, he about to throw or kick woodchips at my face, so i prepared to disregard those and finish him off.
Odd dream, typical retarded inappropriate humanimal misconduct from them all, but at least a decent researcher was there, and my jeep was back, and i had again improved/righted a wayward/cluttered/neglected house, and i had seen ppl being healthy, and i had stood up to the latest scum and won. Phase2mix.
17th: helicopters convoy, 2 got close, rotors touched, I or someone remarked about a report or assumption of the following helicopter crash… that “he knocked out all his teeth”, referring to some pilot or passenger, but I didn’t witness the crash
18th: before 4:30a: walked up small outside daytime staircase into a nice breakfast cafe, 2 ppl standing behind counter, chef at a grill in one side of that countertop, cauc, slightest tan, short curly sandy brunette hairstyle, making me 2 circular narrow hick belgium waffles, added vegan deli slice atop one, like a sausage or circular bacon, technique of pouring water around it, which the grill steamed, causing faster cooking of its edge, thus shriveling/shrinking it to no longer overlap the top of the 1 waffle it was on, it now hugging the waffle edge perfectly, the deli slice edge now blackened perfectly, i was concerned he wasnt making it exactly how i wanted though, but i stayed respectfully quiet and patient
There was no smell to the waffle sandwich on the grill.
tue19nov: had long conversations, not remembering all words once awake
was piloting something, swooped dn toward surface, details of coastline islands/notches came into view, too fast to be anything other than electrogravitic/warp, copilot to my right, visuals seemed like screens in a flight simulator, not actual views out windshield windows
was fashioning a scale model castle, opening a square area on its highest turret section, gray cobblestone appearance, w a small yacht or pirate boat on a calm waterway downslope, a few ppl with, most on the boat, noticed stuff on a pc or projector screen was being changed, i spoke of this to 2 ppl at my sides, 1 like sf to my right, other like lfb, neither responded but had facial expressions of worry/listening, I explained step by step what i had worked on and how it was changing/updating on the screen on its own or due to someone updating it, meaning it should only be me making such edits. Then we discussed how many ppl should use the boat at a time, i saying minimum of 4, since 1 had to stay w the boat, and only 3 going ashore w the purpose of taking life and robbing… meant they had to be incredible warriors. The boat could prob handle 8 plus gear and loot. It was already loaded/packed below me, i standing on one of its only spots still open enough for a person to be on. There was a white square something there or adjacent my spot, like something folded or a lid.
First dream where i actually discussed not remembering things, or forgetting things, when i woke
There was at least one other first in that dream, but i am not remembering it rn
I drank the vegan choc milk i irl bought, but didnt find it as good as i remembered. Glad it still is just as delicious now that awake
wed20nov: before midnight: something called/named “Priscilla”
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a few dif dnd races or classes spoken of and/or seen
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ongoing many dreams w many details each, not enough time to write them all down
thu21nov: btwn midnight and 6a: dark waves out past a courtyard, on all sides, as if a coastal or low-level luxury-v of an oil-platform, I escorting or forcing an ambi-like black-hair shorty to follow me, she vibing as worried, neg facial expression, understandable (bc the waves were scary), she obeyed against her fear, I yanking her into a doorless bldg/enclosure before a wave splashed over the railing to the left of that enclosure’s doorless entry/access/side
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I happily spoke of veganism w a small group of ppl on a rooftop metal grating traction surface area with railing at sides, post sunset sky blues but not dark, but 1 or 2 of the idiot males then regurgitated anti-vegan lies
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soft slow sleepy baby animals seen, all in a close group of maybe 7 or 8, maybe all bunnies and one kitten.
I was happy to see them, careful w them, returned some brief time later and saw them going to sleep dn in a clear cylinder below the little desk size square platform i had first seen them on.
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Henderson recon retard showed up at some house i was living in, tolerable vibe unlike in Waking, we chatted as i did chores or something. The topic of weed or some other lame substance came up. I think he saw a container on a table or countertop that someone else had left there, so he commented about it, but not in an implying way, just appropriate small-talk.
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Ambi finally phoned, then flew/portal-ed to me (that part unseen by me), then came in that same house, was a bit nervous but calm, chill, hopeful. I was very glad she had finally arrived.
The house was fully furnished w dresser and kitchen stuff and floor mat and placemats and shower curtains etc., and prob one used in Indiana for telepathic/astral test-meetings lime this, but it was not the cabin i chose…
She was in a skintight dark top and jeans. Or it was another cheap imitation ambi, as she said she would call her father… who the typist in Waking said had passed away, and who in-person ambi~ never spoke of, and who rp-ed ambi said had been a drunk and bad.
I showered or cleaned up a bit, saw my tat/s in mirror was all dark like a coverup tat around my midsection/waist, and that it lacked detail, I wondering what had caused it to smear together at its sides and bottom parts, and it was of a farm, not the tats i chose in Waking. I checked my back in that mirror view, too, seeing another farm tat, that one still w details visible, incl. a barn and windmill. Surprisingly, I remained calm and unconcerned about that, just objectively noting it.
I was concerned about my physique and muscle shirt, wanting to look my best for ambi.
She and i ended up lying dn on the bed, chatting more. She asked if i wanted her to stay. I was going to default to yes, but saw her face at that point was for some reason not hot-ambi’s face, but like a standard deformed americunt ogre, almost the lfb demon’s. I instd said the wordplay “I have wanted that for a long time.” which meant “only if you are the real ambi” and “who the fuck r you, imposter?”.
The next morning, she was outside on the sidewalk beside the vehicle parked there, and she came in, seeming nervous or distant, and said she wanted to go somewhere, or see someone she knew in this area. just standard late-hw-style worry-based dream, based on typist becoming less-responsive, distant, moody, ever since 2023nov?
I saw a cardboard box on the floor of the big room by the front door, had no top, and was full of empty beer cans. I picked one up, heard the sound of the other empty cans moving against each other. I asked her if she had drunk all of those. There were dozens. They were pastel tan/sand color mostly. Smaller normal beer cans of a darker color were on the bottom.
I wonder if she wanted to not fuck, which is what happened, instd “taking things slowly”, or if she had, as when typist wrote and OOC discussed “Red”, wanted fucking from the start. Why would she expect attraction/love/sex after all typist and in-person imitation/bitch put me through while awake? Do they really get such luxuries from others without earing them?
And, on this note, so bipolar/duality/fickle of typist later whining about me ruining Red’s innocence… after wanting me to rape or persuade Red from the start. That is the sure sign of a phase1 bitch; always mad, no matter What i do. Default neg/nag.
I woke and felt calmer than usu., having met and slept w (though not fucked) her. The idea of being in a family/home with
Wrong vibe, wrong face, no sex, etc., though = yet another bullshit uninvited fraud / cheap imitation.
And it just reminds me what i am still being criminally denied in Waking.
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I always worry i will forget some dreams once up and cold and moving, but i always remember most of them, if not all
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I can’t tell if she backed off bc she could sense or foresee i had my 2nd wind / stride, or if she had lost interest and was cowardly trying to piss me off while being fake-loving. Both?
Doesnt matter; i had been making excuses for her dumbass messages and negligence for decades.
I had to Office Space; end contact w the toxic parasitic gaslighting loser.
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Maybe she was trying to be sexy-mysterious like a playful hotwife, but it came off as cold, rude, and ame-like.
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Was she wanting to cheat w an ex or recurring fuckbuddy?
Was the house i was in actually hers in indiana?
Either way, another phase2mix bs lackluster dream. False hope.
fri22nov, btwn midnight and 6a: flying around daytime big crater construction site
seeing vast form of many pale or white blocks, top cluster of them dark green and scaly looking,
actual world leader/s showed up, not figureheads, i spoke w a president, he asked what i could do, said something, i replied actually i could do the work within days, he had thought months, but i was smart and had telekinesis
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mech suit small outside n rain night, left it there, it had made a small noose and looked like a small garage door bc of how it rested as a sequence of rectangular prism dark metal posts/pegs/sections, i walked into the nice house front door, went bk out to bring it in
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looked up and saw huge spacecraft carrier silently angled up into the dim sky, unlike anything seen before bc it had a raised ochre colored top middle module/section, narrow long pale white or pastel gray main body, extensions at front and back, no windows or doors or lights, big enough to be a city, cloudy sky,
was told there was a village below that kept attacking it during its nightly takeoffs or patrols bc it went into or over their airspace. Was w a group of a few ppl who had already worked aboard it, i was considering joining, conversed, said i could fight, asked about it,
seemed like a futuristic minecraft variant,
basement spartan w tv and a few ppl, chunky cauc boy w curly dark brn hair ate junkfood and seemed to be having heart trouble based on touching his chest and easing down to lie on the floor, i told them to call 911 and that i could not leave his side until they did, as if my touch was stabilizing him,
defended our house at front door from inside w shield, preventing a flashbang and swat team from breaching in,
then got on top of one of the breachers and stabbed him/her many times, no blood came out, switched to a dif small knife, stabbed more times,
night btwn trees, a platoon or so outside,
someone who seemed like my actual mother, not the fake/liar n Waking, got wounded at ear, i helped/guarded her, then asked the carrier ground team who showed up, a couple of them hovering silently close to the ground, if they had good medical tech aboard the carrier in case, when i fought for them, i got fucked up by enemy fire
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was mind-surfing, being asked to raise funds by talking ppl into subscriptions, eventually entered mind of a shakira-like hottie, sat up on a table like in an o.r., screen showed a progress bar w goal of 200dollars or something, didnt think i should ask her, bc she had already agreed to some other payment
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All decent vibes and choices and hotties and first time mindsurfing
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Mid-awake thought was vision of asian hottie like a wendy kim icv in that tan plaid diamonds pattern preppy shirt and short pleated tan skirt, she straddling me and eagerly encouraging me to cum inside her, then a kathleen icv doing the same, the 2 eagerly french kissing each other, etc. –as phase3 -perfect/appropriate- as it gets; best of signs, at least for the dreams realm
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Dreams all night
sat23nov: before 3:45a: in a new classroom, shown a new type of math problem; 3 overlapping single digit numbers in a square root symbol,
I asked the teacher how to solve, and she, a “mermaid (long wavy) hair(style)” dirty-blonde not very attractive lanky woman… got irritated at me for asking. I realized I would have to google the method and just figure the rest out.
I started packing my bookbag/s to leave early bc i had another commitment.
Female student staying seated at her own single desk asked how often or far i ran each day while carrying my strap bags, which i now was burdened with five or six of. I said not very far, something like 4 or 8 times… along a short distance (from the sch bldg to parking lot, etc.)
I was on 2nd floor of that sch bldg.
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saw my face in mirror somewhere, it looked btr than Waking; more toned, tan, model-y, but still me. I liked it. I had darker and haircut hair, though; jock appearance.
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Ended up at a computer in some communal room, slightly below ground level, but not a basement. Lit. Color scheme of tan and brown mostly. Did some computer work. Remembered more before fully waking.
Also ended up in a vehicle for a while.
Multiple vehicles in this dream, too, one a white car.
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saw an airbase, like the view Waking of czech airport but here during overcast day, from ground level, as if just outside its chain-link fence, no air traffic or ppl.
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went in a dif classroom
tiny writing on projector screen. I squinted to try and make it out, then began writing it down on my paper.
There were some lines on the screen and my paper, as if an illustration or framework, a partial chart/grid not cogering much beyond the line/s for the problem and answer.
teacher was a shortish gray-haired woman, lanky like the prev tchr. She did not get frustrated at me.
Then she said something as if worried, or to test if she could worry us, mentioning that hearing what was written as part of the problem… meant it probably was a radio signal from a secret base nearby. I probably raised my eyebrows a bit, but overall was unconcerned, and kept at solving the thing. Maybe this problem was just a typical stage performance distraction to help the punchline/surprise be that much more surprising / that much scarier, but i felt little.
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returned to the math classroom (with the dirtyblonde female teacher).
There was a quiz. I tried to answer/figure out, but did not rmbr/know the methods for the dif problems. Had i jumped like Sam in Quantum Leal, thus never learned what the person i jumped into had learned?
The tchr began explaining a prob. I tried to keep up, taking notes. Someone was talking to me, distracting me. I tried staying focused on solving the problem/s.
This 2nd day in the dirtyblonde teacher’s classroom, she used the projector screen to write out the solution to one similar problem, but it was not an overlap pf numbers before you determined the square root.
She had offset the successive horiz lines of equations from top right to bottom left. There were fractions and finding common denominators, reducing the whole thing to single digit numbers, including some “1”s at the end.
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Eli and sj fools/pests both in last classroom, then even the carlos fool.
Saw inside carlos big van/camper, tan upholstery and carpeting, messy. Said i would help him clean it.
Asked how much he had to pay for renting it. We talked about this a short while, then he said sj had told him something about me that bothered me bc it was a lie. I confronted sj from my seated pos at my own desk, and he did not respond verbally, seeming tense or unable to speak. I told carlos sj was a chronic liar. I repeated the word chronic, using emphasis via tone. I again said i would help clean up the van since i apparently had borrowed it.
Interestingly, our heated chat did not result in a teacher or any students in there shushing us.
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I was leaving a dif sch bldg, through a hallways nexus, spacious, lit by daylight from window walls to outside, and was looking for the exit, unsure which side of the bldg i had parked by. Ended up seeing some ppl start to exit dif rooms to the hallways, then i ended up in a rm like the renner flopr pit seating terraces, but this one had folding dark brn chairs metal, several rows of them, like semicircles around the open floor before a tiny stage/platform, many windowwalls, some pplseated. I began balancing as i walked or hovered over the tops of the chairs on my way to the exit door. Some chairs had a green soft blanket like mine draped over them, so i was careful not to slip on it. Beside it was a dif color blanket on the next row. Then was a multicolor blanket of similar or same material, like a scrunched up amer flag but fluffier and more pastel scheme.
I was then outside, and saw it was now overcast, and felt rain on my nice sky-blue dress shirt, so i put my trench-coat on, right arm first. I thought of Fox Mulder, and thought i looked like him, he often in a trench coat over a dress shirt, so much like i looked at the moment.
Sather was there (in dream-side sometime this night) again, his usu. dumbass/lesser vibe, or at least I was speaking to someone in a barracks about him, the room similar to that of BMP’s at MCRDSD; for “Maruits” healing after Boot Camp.
When i woke, i remembered when sj had claimed he fucked “my sister” (she likely unrelated to me). He said he thought i was going to hit him. I was surprised and confused by that; why would i cause harm… in reaponse to 2 ppl consensually causing pleasure?
I now suspect he lied, never having fucked her, and that he wanted me to assault him so he could trigger a legalized ambush, getting me locked up; his lowly kind always attempted that tactic over the years.
I also thought less of him, if he had fucked her; she was ugly, stupid, and rude, and he would be extremely pathetic for pursuing such, esp. given his height and alleged cock dimensions.
next sleep-cycle this predawn: Someone, maybe I, had said that it was such a beautiful day outside; it was clear skies, or at least only fluffy and few clouds, nice temp’, gently breezy, etc.
Some sexy sounding young woman had spoken to me via my cell phone.
Later, I was inside.
It was a 2or3story house, lit and nice enough, light but not white carpet, w maybe a dozen ppl in it, going from room to room, one a petite young woman, married, and when I had used the toilet to #2… half a dozen had entered that big bathroom and stood around me, not at all even caring that I was shitting, and I stayed seated, covering my dick and balls out of respect and humbleness for those strangers.
One of the shorter/younger ppl had seen my dick and commented about it, and I had not reacted, other than to better cover it with my hand, assuming that was the norm wherever this place was, as negativity/shame/unnaturalness had been forced on me where the evil humans were in the Waking.
A young woman entered, a sexy cauc dark-ish brunette, her tits and pussy exposed, as if she had lifted yer shirt up, and slid her pants down, just like I wrote was the custom for my ship named Persephone. She stood right in front of me, resting her feminine abs on the top of my head since I was bent over my thighs, I still sitting on the toilet. She said something to me, I think inviting me to reach up and feel her wherever I wanted. Still, the others in the bathroom did not comment or even seem to notice/care, quite the nice upgrade from evil/default-neg humanimal behavior/reactions in Waking so far. At least once more, she invited me to feel her pussy and all else. She asked if I was sure I didnt want to. I wanted to, of course, because she was beautiful and vibing correctly, but after decades of being abused and targeted by evil humans in Waking, I would never accept what seemed to be bait of some sort.
Finally, she accepted my decision/reluctance, and left the bathroom.
When I finished my business on the toilet, and walked back to the upstairs tv room she was sitting in, I sat down on the 2person couch facing the tv, i at her left side, against her side, and we were about to chat, but her husband returned home and… as surprisingly as those who had casually walked into the bathroom and hung out or done chores all around me while I shat… he, too, had a completely neutral/chill vibe, as if everyone in this house was a good person, something I have yet to encounter Anywhere in Waking. He faced me, and I saw he was an asian young man, perhaps of one of the big islands such as the Philippines, his head and body smaller than my own, his hair spikey and only an inch or two long. His eyes were dark, standard asian, but kind, not shallow or soulless. He and the young woman said something about being surprised i had not recognized her since she was the one who had called me on my phone earlier that day, and I think more than that; multiple times, we had spoken before.
She was normally clothed now, not exposing anything, but not hiding her openness w me from her husband.
I stood from the couch, giving them space to be a couple, but again the ever-calm vibe from them both… surprise and felt wonderful to me.
She was still available. He didnt care at all that i had been sitting at her side. They were surely a swinger/open/poly couple.
I hope when I see them again, I get to watch them fuck, then help him fuck her, or start with fucking her, just me and her present, then record or broadcast it for him, etc..
Her pussy had been bald, like all normal pussies should naturally be.
Her body had been correctly smooth, curvy, perky/taut, feminine through and through. She was the ideal petite girl.
So many firsts in this dream, and all good ones; new house, new ppl, first abs touching my head, first multiple invitations to feel up a chick, first Dreamspace married woman offering, first agreeable asian, first civilized husband, first time on a couch beside a girl in Dreamspace…
It is as if they were angelics/normal real ppl who had summoned my spirit/mind there… just to help me de-traumatize from evil humanimals… by letting me exist as long as I pleased in the ‘atmosphere’/vibe/s of sane loving compatible ppl…
I deeply appreciate them for that.
It takes an hour or more every day to type my dreams, and another hour or so to post them. If I wrote All the dream details I remember, it would take hours or all day, every day. That is a great sign; of a great memory –and a great victory, considering how busy/distracted and stressed and poisoned the humanimals tried to make/keep me.
I do not yet have a vibe or other clues as to whether my dreams are of the future, or other me’s/lives, or dream tech / fake / altered memories, or anything else.
My dreams could instead be many other things, such as just me helping myself get used to remembering more, astrally projecting, possessing ppl, and/or a shared consciousness.
I keep feeling annoyed at having little to do other than remembering and typing up records of my dreams, and that is a good sign that the consciousness-focus has started shifting to manifesting/having/enjoying the family of my dreams / heart-calling. Let them come into my life soon –now. Amen.
sun24nov: chex-like cereal with almond milk
mon25nov: various unwelcome ppl; the usuals
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saw Einstein and then Trevor, warmly greeted both, and Was greeted By both warmly
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shifting an image from one pc screen “window” to another,
tapping w stylus on pc screen, causing little blue dots to appear, as if from a colored marker
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working on stuff in some high-tech well-lit maintenance room, noticed half of 8 or 10 tan containers stacked had been moved across the room to a dif spot on the floor shelf level, commented verbally to the other guy/s in rm at the time, I a little annoyed
tue26nov: dreamed of another teaching pos/talk
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and saw a vid of some light brown female in navy blue camo marpat, prone, tat on her left forearm, giving a blowjob, outside, daylight, not impressed at her looks
wed27nov: before 5:28a: first posb icgm constr dream,
and then first football dream;
thought it was just a dim big room on smooth dark concrete slab wide,
pushing around a rolling staircase metal like in a warehouse and riding it a bit, being careful to keep it from tipping over,
several others working in there,
I ended up on the top of it, looking at a pile of dropped off snacks and stuff,
some guy old man asked if there were smokes, I didnt see them up there at first, he said something, I then found them and said so, he said something like good or he was relieved, I then began passing them down.
(He reminds me of an actor………)
Of course i didnt like that cigarettes were present, and this is another dream first btw, but i, as always, stayed calm and polite, though maybe i should have telekinetically/psionically deleted or changed the things to something btr, or changed the minds of those wanting them.
Later, it occurred to me the concrete slabs were laid out, and the rooms wide and tall enough, to be an irl icgm being built.
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was getting food at some restaurant, vegan ofc, maybe one set up at this construction site just for me/my crew
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was teaching a group of dozens of male students in a spacious set of rooms, again like a line of ground-level icgm rooms but dimly lit, carpeted, wall paneling.
Frank Sinatra and something else was playing, and I began singing to one of the songs.
Eventually, i was sleepy, and took a nap, wondering when the other 2 groups would return.
I awoke to find they had returned, both groups entirely of perfect teen/tweenie girls, led by perfect women, as if a batch or two of ICVs, and some of the tan blondes spoke w me, complimenting my teaching work w the others.
I was worried they had noticed me napping, but none cared/complained. They vibed as happy to be back with me, happy to chat, etc.
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I was then with a dif group, and we were heading out to a night football field to play a game. I was surprised when they gave me the ball, bc i didnt rmbr ever playing this sport before, and they were clearly seasoned students of it. I began running toward the end zone, quickly outrunning everyone else, and heard the crowd get excited, and a commentator in the speaker. I scored a touchdown. I sensed other players were surprised at my burst of speed and success. They had all doubted me.
A white man on the sidelines, perhaps a cameraman, commented to me as i walked by, i still on the field, the crowds/players all having left by then, something about it being 2017… and what i had done was a headliner. Maybe he hadnt managed to record it / get his big commercial videocam up and on and focused in time, missing the amazing play. He hadnt expected any big plays/surprises like that at the start of the set of years these teams were scheduled to compete.
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I was then in a bigger v of the foard house, downstairs, livingroom carpeted, concerned my stuff was there where any insecure male could steal or tip it over, so i began stacking it in open boxes of dif colors and shapes, preparing to carry it out to my car across the night parking lot.
On one walk back through the house to that room, several players had stood and sat in that room, one black kid complaining that they were forced to shave their heads during the game, between plays. I instantly sensed he was trying to blame me for hazing the coach alone was to blame for. I walked right up to his chair and leaned down over him, looking in his eyes, and said sternly, “now you listen here,” and verbally scolded him, telling him “my idea was to return (from the end zone), and give the next guy the ball, so he could have a turn, and beat the shit out of anyone (other team) who tried to stop us, over and over, until all of us had gotten to do that (score a point) for our team, but you were too busy crying about a haircut!”, the others stayed silent.
I saw in a mirror or mental vision how silly i looked while wearing a fitted white t-shirt but a puffy blue sky overalls with the top part hanging down around my waist, making it look even puffier there, like a dress or skirt on a man.
A blonde teen/tweenie girl returned from somewhere else, coming down the stairs or inside, and i greeted her, she then heading up the wide stairs version of the foard staircase, i followed up one flight, she turned around, i saw her white shirt hugging her big tits, and her mermaid-style hair, then she turned back around to finish going up, so i went back down to finish packing/stacking. I carried the first of two armfuls out toward the car, and a car was slowly passing on my left. I noticed and entered a tall dark building of window walls. The whole team was seated inside at dif tables, and their staff were walking around, the whole place busy and with a restaurant din. Someone spoke of vegan food there. I went to get a plate to eat on the way; once at my car. I noticed the blacks had gold ear rings. And that some had grouped at separate tables, maybe just by chance or as friends, but maybe bc they were a little racist or shy or moody. Whatever. I struggled to carry my white paper plate bc it had several apples on it, and ppl noticed but said nothing. I was practically hunched over on the way out another glass door, now carrying strapped bags, a narrow box w things stacked in it, and my plate of food.
I would eat alone, disgusted at the immature reaction of the team to my amazing achievement on the field.
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Getting the football and then working a wonder w it, and then being shunned and bullied instead of celebrated, reminded me when i started waking… of what i did in life so far; i did what came naturally; i accepted the opportunity, focused ahead, and outpaced the attackers, setting up a whole new civilization, then returned to give everyone else their turn, being fair, but was misjudged. They had wanted me to fail, and were doomed to alienate me, either way.
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All sexy females w perfect eyes/expressions and approaches to me, all good vibes except for a few of the football guys, all healthy ppl except for that smoker, all gender-appropriate except for the few blacks w earrings, all vegan food available, and first time in what really seems to me to be the icgm being built, or at least a prototype of it. No fighting other than a single verbal tense moment. A decent dream for phase2, and prob a sign of phase3 being prepared, about to start.
thu28nov: ~730-1030p: group of restaurants outside, like a mini strip mall sort of, many other ppl walking around out there, evening/nightfall, wood dark walls outside, vertical wood pieces as walls, like a btr v of bozeman by bridger brewing, i ofc looking for vegan ones
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saw drawing of aptmt, dim downstairs livingroom, long L-shaped couch w ottoman, about five males all bald sleeping on it, i added a splotchy pink drawing btwn the 2 males nearest the point of observation
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went into one restaurant, at countertop, had chatted briefly w 1 or 2 guys, became concerned robert-asshole may still work at ggd, and concerned ggd was right dn the hall, now connected that way, no longer separate like in Waking
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airport new, i in wide terminal, white walls, daytime maybe late afternoon outside window walls 1story to 2story, chatted w a woman cauc brunette i think was leading my group waiting on an airplane, too crowded to walk through many napping/sitting ppl waiting on their flights, I jumping higher and higher, starting ti make a game of it w a few other ppl there, then central cafe countertop two sided w a few female workers, saw single muffin on a small rectangular tray, picked it up and wanted to try, but set back dn and walked around the central wall to other side of countertop worker area to ask one of them if i can buy it, she asked another female working there, she said not available/serving yet, i said my flight was leaving by when it would be available in 20-30mins, so she began considering letting me leave a little extra cash for it, i then wondering if i had any cash on me since i had been using my cc so long, maybe just another budget-worry dream
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1030p-235a:
5 pizza joints in same indoor area, 4 meh ones in a cluster, i walked in btwn the cluster of 4 meh ones, saw their workers were male teens some w strawberry-blonde curly hair and dark (green?) aprons, i then went back to the best pizza joint, which was bigger and by itself, walked past my group of ppl who all had already seated themselves at several tables, used its restroom, dark green nice polished tile walls, spacious stalls, my toilet curiously half under an angled tile wall section, not out in middle like most normal stalls.
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fri29nov: before 1:30a: more good firsts; was flying a 2seater silent aircraft or pod away from a new school, 1 psgr seated to my right, daytime, rolling hills terrain and a body of water below, talking about how they had just told us they were changing the rules for staying enrolled and graduating, which was somehow forcing us out of the sch, I previously having an easy time there, but now forced to study or refocus or something.
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Then I was carefully slow flying Persephone down into a ring-like series of big-cave or overhang hollows, making sure not to bump any structures, such as the hanging metal rectangular prisms like a row of big thick 3D blinds.
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Had long convos and multiple days of meetings with a woman there, bandages on my hands, one with what appeared to be cold food like a breakfast mash, i one day carefully removing that wrap/bandage and mash from that hand, and getting small band-aids to cover the remaining skin layer holes on my palm and other spots, and I think the woman walked up and looked like my spirit-/soul-sister, none other than Freyja, far hotter than the name-misuser, Megan. I was at a countertop w drawers under it, in a soothingly-daylit room, like a nice house on another world, maybe in Vanaheim, fashioned out of a pit or cave or cliff. Her vibe was total serenity and patience and calmness, standing at my side, looking at my hand, maybe curious bc her kind doesnt get wounded, let alone take days to heal.
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So much more, but not remembering it this waking time… at least yet.
sat30nov: before 1:11a: nice restaurant
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concerned an upcoming police raid of a 3story foothills house would result in my phone work/content being overreacted to, but the cops kept their distance
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got a big envelope in mail (out front of that ‘soft’-raided house?), stuffed w things, like a soft package overall, opened it, nikhil-vibe as being at side or near (unseen), got letters and small boxes white out from it
went to secret agency buildings, hopped on their 1story rain-cover squares as 1 or 2 ppl walked under those overlapping things btwn support posts, roof surfaces like doublewide car size squares w texture and appearance of dry sponges (not flexible like a sponge, but a similar color/appearance), ended up hiding down in strange plants landscaping atop one
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vivid dreams all night as usu.
saw myself noting these dreams in halfway-awake consciousness mode
before 4a: small cozy classroom w maybe 12-18 other students and female teacher 20s/30s, i writing on lined paper, flipping pgs to find blank sode to copy more notes from projectpr screen, asked teacher to go back a pg or put something bk on screen so i could finish copying it
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DECEMBER:

sun1dec: Many dreams all night, but I was unable to remember them clearly enough to note them this predawn. 29degF
None were upsetting. None were sexy/satisfying, either. All were tolerable/neutral.
after 4a~ and before 750a: was talking w a few ppl new to me, went outside and saw a couple beside a nice custom long sleek black cadillac-like vehicle futuristic like a small yacht or dark corporate jet fusion, parked under a covered parking space by itself, cauc brunette guy at the wheel, platinum blonde woman standing beside the passenger side, lots of trunk/backseat room, a curious combination for such an expensive-looking high-end personal vehicle, chatted w them, complimented it, expressed interest in riding along, said something about him driving it fast, he seemed tense, she explained he had been in an accident or something w another vehicle, she and i went into the parking lot-style nice white-tiles interior toilet-stalls building beside its covered parking space, i remained calm and polite, telling a joke about how trekkies, like their spaceships, only have 2 speeds; parked and warp. “Take me to the other side of the Universe… Now,” I had ended the joke, trying to express that I understood his need for speed, and was not judging him about having been in a wreck, and was not pressing the issue of being interested in getting to ride in that interesting car of his outside.
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was driving around, thinking if calling some guy who could help get me in a place, but decided against it, not wanting another fake veteran program to just try getting me bound to a shitty small rental.
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went to a tattoo artist who was brown skin, short, short black spikey hair, felt nothing, and then, on drive back to my town, looked down at my left arm and saw I had not a tat update, but my arm tats were now blank within outlines, an unwelcome surprise, as if work had been undone, or i had time traveled back to before finishing them.
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met some tan brunette woman who had a newborn/infant, helped her get into a hotel for the night,
In her hotel room, ground floor, nice big bed w thick white comforter, nightstand cube-ish w short lamp on, she lying on her side, infant calm and making quiet noises while it remained prone, head up, resting (not napping) on that bed, big sturdy door to the hallway…
a couple other guys were helping an entire group of us, one said after getting settled in…muster for some overnight sports game/practice was at 1am, and we needed to be there, but didnt have to stay for the game; we could leave right after muster at 1am.
I drove back to my town anyway, and didnt like the idea of having to drive back to the town w those ppl…for 1am, only to a 2nd time drive back here.
I wondered about being a father, and how the infant boy would regard me if i wasnt there more often now, and how i would still enjoy other sexy females right after dad time w the child.
My consciousness/awareness went from that hotel… to being back in the town I was considering asking for help w lodging/housing in; I do not remember driving the distance between those towns.
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There had also been much more this night, incl. more new nice restaurants and such.
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Overall inappropriate, though peaceful/tolerable; the custom car should have been a gift to me,
the woman hotter, and more than one hottie,
no baby until it is the 4 w ambi,
no orders from other males, I alone telling ppl what the schedule is,
etc.
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It looked like the World Thorium Fuel vehicle (the custom long sleek black one the guy was sitting on the driver seat of, under that parking-space shade-cover), except black, not gray, and not spreading out over wheel wells, but remaining slender and slightly angled up from front to back, similar to the body of a street motorcycle; a racing ‘bike’.
between ~8p and ~10:05p: multiple dreams, incl a long night convo in the 2nd floor of a window walls bldg like a rental car place, me talking to eli and several others, then i was told some enforcement demons had shown up and put a strange device on both my vehic front doors instd of tire clamps, i sensed or telepathically saw those few uniformed ppl as of through the floor and wall, turned to eli and said wtf, then went down the outside staircase to tell the squaty dwarf-like blonde in charge that i could not talk to her without a lawyer,
she asked if i was a drunk or something, completely surprising me, prob a tactic she had been taught; be rude, like all humans have so far, in hopes of provoking a response,
I said i hadnt drunk since the military.
then brandon of all “ppl” was there, frowning and accusing me of drinking, i frowning at him fro being a moron and a betrayer,
and i think somehow they inserted a fake memory of me drinking booze from a bottle earlier while sitting in that vehic w bs and eli, then leaving the bottles n the back seat floor area.
Strange that the vehic was the white honda, not even mine,
and that this dream rudeness happened even though i dont send bad dreams to others,
and that eli and bs were now demonically teamed up against me, being idiots like in Waking.
Seems like someone w dream tech got sloppy, not doing their hw, or just seeing what an illogical combo of badguys would stimulate me to do.
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I had told bs he would have to move his stuff out of the vehic
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Reminds me how retarded those “friends” always were
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Almost a phase1 dream, except i remained in charge and rejecting their evils
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Saw he was carrying/holding a tube like part of a rolling office chair,
turned and asked her if that made him a toker,
making the point that merely holding an object does not mean using it in a bad way.
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2nd time had this dream, I feel/think
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I think she wasnt just looking straight at me bc she was a moody wrongly-trained cunt; i think she was projecting that false memory into me.
mon2dec: before dawn: wrote letters, or at least addresses on letters, strangely Argentina one/s, and the last couple envelopes had porn cutouts which i thought i might need to put inside so they didnt trigger the haters in the p.o. …
Some older woman stood before me, wanting to thank me, hugged me and put her left cheek on my left cheek, then started purring, held/hugged longer than i expected, several others standing around us just stayed silent, observing
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before 7a: something about being a soldier
I don’t recall ever breathing in dreams, even the pool drowning ones.
Does that mean those bodies don’t breathe?
Maybe it means the memory of breathing is not recorded/transferred.
tue3dec: absolutely wonderful dreams tonight, all pleasant and good foreshadowing, though still needing improvement
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while still dark (middle of night): leaned back against a perfect platinum blonde girl, she in a dark longsleeve top fitted to her, and she began lovingly feeling and massaging me, I surprised and loving it, her touches and vibe perfect
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Too-tall males standing around somewhere, vibes fine, I may have chatted w them
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Unsure if in this first sleep cycle or the following: walked across a campus parking lot to a parked tall armored vehicle similar to an mrap, a few troops standing outside it, talked w them, we all began climbing up in the vehicle, i looked out and down from its 2nd/top level windows, inside pov, the vehic perhaps a proto wr and some/these blops guys loyal to me
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before dawn (~6a): in an airplane, eli and a few others seated in the back row, or the row against the front of a divider wall, i talked w them briefly in passing, but vibe seemed a but btr, perhaps meaning it was just a disguise to look like a familiar face/body, used by a psionic traveling w me wherever that plane was flying
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in a small white classroom w a jungle gym overhead parallel bars w wooden diagonal and straight short poles btwn the parallel bars, jumped up after looking up at them for a moment, i in khakis and a white longsleeve casual not fitted/tight on me, did a few pullups w ease, an Ellen icv entered classroom, others were seated around her, all desks individual, she said something about me waiting to do exercises during this class’s exercise weekdays, and i then recalled there were 3 such days each week, so i sat down on the desk in front of hers, and we quietly politely chatted while we did our in-class assignment, everyone copying from notes on the chalkboard, i not much into doing the assignment/problem, so i just copied the notes and did not do the calculation/s to fill in the blanks, noticing there were dots beside some names/words, perhaps to indicate which problem factors corresponded to other things.
Ellen began gently resting her paper on my back, i feeling her pen tip writing on it, pressing through/on the paper and/on my shirt.
She mentioned ryan, her formsake’s irl bf name from decades ago, i think to flirt by implying he was fine w her flirting w me today, a common cuckold style of interaction in this/my realm.
She wanted me to stay seated n front of her so she could keep leaning toward and working on me. I could tell she was building up our vril for sex after class.
At some point, I hummed a song quietly, and hoped she liked my singing/humming voice.
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More –and all night, still the norm these days
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obv. need to incl. sex w those sexy girls from the start
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Feeling horny again after a few days off from j, thanks to those 2 hotties dreams; kind physical contact from the blonde and the appropriate v of ellen
Before midnight: selena gomez (latest ICV being shown to me for commissioning?) showing leg, brief convo/chat
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idea to j to a couple specific types of porn vids; “brandi belle” and “yes, daddy”
wed4dec: 1-5:30~: driving around, looking for spot to j, same porns in my mind from prev sleep sycle; “brandi belle” and “yes, daddy”
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A cave-like pit, rolling hills, green mossy terrain grass color, dark dirt or mud paths to trailer-size home by grown trees, tried parking near it, then drove back to hill away from it, no sound to vehicle while moving it
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some empty house, bedroom nice bed, was ready to lean against it but its headboard was not against a wall like normal, so i didnt want to try sitting up while j
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high-end pink 1story hotel i recognized from a prev dream..
drove up and parked in its cul de sac, hilltop, terrain color similar to pink exterior, but “blonde” too (pale tan/yellow short bushes/grass), so maybe in SoCal or a similar realm region; somewhere in another dimension that looks like those pale rolling hills of Southern California..
went in, into room beside foyer, suite w big puffy bed white, was so excited and relieved to be about to sleep on a bed
shorthaired whitehaired woman cauc skinny entered and chatted, i told her i had been to utah, described the pass up past a mntntop place, familiar from multiple dreams, she asked the name, i told her SLC and that i didnt rmbr the remote name atop or past the pass, so i would use my map to find it, somewhat concerned she wanted money for this room, my jeep maybe parked outside, saw oldfashioned dark porch through arch window of room in front of foot of bed in nexus of suite, but she never asked for payment
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in a dif nice hotel/manor, taller ceilings, archways thick inside, pastel-blue, like a manor/mansion of “old money”, went in a toilet-room, then a nice bedroom, then bitch fake ambi was there, mentioned vomit left on a windowsill, we argued, i got mad, saying i would never leave vomit out, and that she was a fool for suggesting i had, i said it was acid, bile, and whatever guts had been digested, thus bugs would go for it, and things grow in it if it was left out, she was smug and saying she really needed to go to bed, i wondering if it was to avoid the coming sunrise, it still dim dawn through the big windows oldfashioned panes thick dark grid lines. Was not at all happy about this attitude/chat/appearance of hers.
Ambi seemed taller or had her hair styled up big, or had some elaborate dark crown/headdress. Unacceptable; should always be shorter than me; she is the female/wife.
Another female had been in the dawnlight bedroom we had chatted by the door and dresser of.
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Mark Cuban again, this time in a new nice house w a swimming pool outside, we in kitchen w a few others, he had 4 or so black bags of popcorn (the size of family-/party-size chip-bags from a grocery store), ea w a white big puffy font on it like popcorn writing a bit, and we discussed what to write on future bags, what to have printed on them, he opened one bag for me, i tried some pieces of popcorn, and had 2 pieces from another bag, which i had hesitated to try for some reason, but now tried after the handful from the other bag, and noticed a slightly dif taste or texture to the 2 pieces, he went out to talk w some ppl by the pool, to see if they had the bag he had given them, i exited the kitchen arch alcove, and stood by the kitchen island, about to open the 2 last bags left on the island, he walked in and said something about not opening those 2, i stopped, he checked them, both still sealed, 1 w a slight crack on its top seal line, he showed me some tiny bit of ochre goo on his fingertip, as if from the seal glue exposed, i then noticed a big long cauc finger on the island by those bags, and wondered if it was fake or someone lost theirs, but there was no blood, so maybe it was a halloween prop or prank, and it was too big to be even Cuban’s.
Mark was my height or shorter.
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tolerable neutral again, tolerable biz chatting, horniness level bk up, very nice hotel and other spots, not having to pay for anything, fave vehicle back in my possession, free food, but… Ambi being rude and stupid again
If dreams were a randomization of the day’s activities, why no
desert
Facebook
Minecraft
SUV
Terminator movie scenes
etc.?
Because my dreams usually aren’t randomizations at all. Not even close.
thu5dec: before 4a: grocery store new, I getting rugelach on (from) a tray on a rolling rack or display stand,
I was taller than the checkout bagger guy, and had tried to alert him in time to prevent the rugelach chocolate roll from being squished
but it got smashed under checkout rollers 2x –a device I’d never seen before; some sort of low bar to scan flat things sliding under it, as if only for thin/flat grocery packages/items.
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I had walked through this suite of tall connected tent rooms. Dimly lit through the translucent thin tent walls brown mostly.
water on inflated mattress;
There was water on one area of the top of the inflated mattress, and i shifted to let it spill onto the floor
asian/exotic milf, kajira hairstyle
missionary on the dried-off / water-cleared floor-mattress; offering herself to me. good behavior / body language / submissiveness to me.
Good willingness from the exotic, but she needs to be with at least 1 other hottie, and show me their bodies before i am on bed w them, so i will know whether i will want to fuck them,
I walked upstairs and saw self tat in mirror.
I was worried that if i let the woman show me her pussy, it would be not the slit i prefer, thus turn me off, and make it difficult to stay hard and cum in her.
also concerned about cumming in her –a horrible result of the attempted manipulations of me in Waking in phase1 and 2. I should Never worry about where I cum, or what ppl will do with it; my forces should Always control that, and others/humans should Always want what I want, being loyal to me, not anything else.
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met (meeting w/ ) ambi again.
She asked what 5word sentence had come to mind when i was with that exotic woman, i told her it had been one of concern not to risk cumming in that woman bc i didnt want to risk my fam w ambi.
It is nice to see ambi nightly this week, but unacceptable that it isnt in person, and that she is in her cold queen mode, when she should always be in warm adoring wife mode for me.
and ambi needs to be sexually playing with us, and have brought them for me, not interrogating me later.
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Sitting in a terraced room, chatting w guy to my right about a game or something i had been developing
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sat7dec: before 2:30a: combo of farm tards and bs bshm tards
went thru my papers frm yrs ago, somehow left out via that laptop black soft-briefcase I used to have.
all moody and stupid about my writing, setting the stack of papers down before me on a white collapsible table.
I had to explain to them that it isnt okay to go through personal/private documents of others
and it isnt logical to judge people before even hearing their side of the story.
I said they (my short-stories and letters/notes) were rp w a writing partner from a decade ago, and the story was supposed to be scary, we making dossiers to help get into character, etc.
the demon (in this dream/harassment) was like steve d., and was moodily remarking how scary it was that one (of the notes I had written all those years ago) was talking about monitoring the White House. fuck you, traitor/idiot/lapdog.
but even if they had been real (not just rp, but moody journal entries and plans), it should have been scary how Others behaved, not me, and relieving that i was so creative and eloquent and standing up to badguys/crazies/nations. Duh, assholes.
sun8dec: another nice restaurant
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another meeting
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another odd dream where I was joining some military specialist unit, and, as always, I was not happy…bc I remembered my age, how they treat newcomers, etc.
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and a weird first: a guy sitting in a chair, his face Very distorted/mutated, like a big wood chip was his unibrow or forehead, like tree bark, causing a big shadow like sunglasses shape over his eyes
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so much more
mon9dec: before 11p: 2 males had done something disrespectful which my group of a couple dozen or so ppl exercising outside had seen, and I had been about to go after those 2 but some bitch had tried to parrot that evil corrupt nonsense about defaulting to tolerance and apathy etc., so i casually explained why she was wrong, then a male in my group expressed enjoyment at how i had taken notes about the 2, and i had enjoyed his good comment and vibe, i joking about how my notes were “just ideas for later”, all of us aware that my notes were of course actually for locating and sentencing those 2 rude passersby. We then did some exercises, all of us still outdoors.
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Then i was inside perhaps a simple dining room, several from that group still with me, and a group of leather armored dwarven-human-height males w long dark wavy shaggy hair entered, and filed past me in a line, the first one with a happy facial expression and raising his right arm to forearm tap/bump my own forearm in greeting as they passed. We briefly chatted about some amusing memory, and the line of those guys chanted “he must run, run, run, run” meaning that one in the story we chatted about had had an adventure/quest or something
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Then a pizza was served, a medium diameter thin one with vegan deli slices thick and great seasoning visible as green dusting all over its pale yellow top. I took a bite and enjoyed it.
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Then i was already seated beside someone making a phone call to an apartment leasing office, evening dim light outside, a rural or remote landscape, no vehicle or city lights, and i heard the woman on the other end of the phone line, the one beside me saying something about taking out a loan and having to be careful bc of financial obligations, the woman on the other end then saying with our input factored in…the rental would cost 20,000+ to move me into one room, and 1,000,000+ overall, which was of course ridiculous, as i should always be paid to use whatever i want.
Was that some sort of mod of reading about the financial issues of Graze etc.?
tue10dec: btwn5:45a and while still twilight/early dawn: in a big room, it empty
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a few other ppl around, perhaps quietly professionally discussing something
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me avoiding a bug or something, perhaps a hologram in another room/hall
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before 9:15a: in a nice modern luxury highrise or skyscraper, white, day lit, window walls, posb. WGI HQ Tower, workers adding finishing touches to inside, rooms not furnished yet, I completing computer modules as if a trng. course of dif classes/subjects, pausing to hear a convo or call, prob. a vid call, maybe technopathic; testing the FOBNet or ICVNet, then resuming a class online while sitting in that high floor during the workers finishing up out of view, seeing that I was more than halfway through all the online intros/modules/trng, I thinking about almost living in one of the small office rooms alongside this suite of wider taller workrooms all with high-up great views, clear skyblue sky outside, no other blds in sight from my vantage several meters frm window walls, thus my thought now while awake that maybe it is the central downtown tower.
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much more
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occurs to me those places may be Inisfree constructed and being commissioned by me touring them… in its thought-state just moments before becoming physical so I can in my body here go occupy/use it/them. Amen.
wed11dec: before 3a: Several sitting around a straight sides, round ends, elliptical rectangle dark brown gambling table, I looking at some of them, and seeing their food, drinks, playing cards, and a central pile of something used instead of casino chips discs, so I asked everyone at once, “Help me understand –and I am not asking to be a dick, but to understand– why it is okay for people to come in here, get some _, sit down, and play cards, …but not (okay) when they switch those out for (gambling) chips.” Paraphrasing) I had looked at the arcade ‘cabinets’ to my front right corner. Dimly lit room, about the size of a big dining room. A young woman seated across the table from me, holding her hand of playing cards normally. Another young woman chaperoning a few younger ppl, all looking a bit pale and with bedhead shaggy hair, one of those youths complaining and wanting to leave, walking toward the daylight open front door/s.
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Other meetings and chats
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before 11p: familiar dream (had it once before, years ago –unless it, too, is another time-travel / foresight from back then; maybe I foresee or time-travel in Both dimensions) of being in a recently deserted city w rio, he noticing a text message in all caps begging us to roger up, i reading it and immediately placing a call now that our cell service was available again, a cauc brunette woman on a flying carrier emotional and rapidly texting or saying something to me (I apparently able to telepathically see her, like astral projecting but automatic, like shared consciousness or remote viewing next-gen’), i saying to rio we have to leave now, no time to pack anything, rio then telling me i really should take at least a moment to pack my city model so they will know what i have been working on, so he and i do that, then he decides to calmly sit and eat noodles/spaghetti w/ red sauce while facing the end there, so i go on without him, picked up by a military rescue aircraft and flown to the carrier, above the city like a forest rolling hills v of san francisco on another world.
At some point, i chat with someone about whether anyone would survive if a ship as big as a carrier got nuked, and i say that because it is so massive… parts of one end would likely remain, protecting ppl inside. One person had asked me “wouldn’t we notice if…” (perhaps still chatting about nuclear explosions, or about war/battles in general) and I had said “no; most ppl would have no clue, being so isolated in the massive ship. Most had no idea when aircraft were launched.” (on/from normal carriers) etc..
The city was like that oregon one on the washington border, overlooking river, snowy volcanic mntn on the washington side, where i got the great vegan sandwiches/wrap. Golden Goods in town called Hood River.
I had somehow sensed or heard that this dream-side city was about to be destroyed by something.
before midnight: above ground and outside, at first, then down in an underground lab, pastel-yellowish walls in one room, a few things like light switch fixtures in the walls, a hanging cable or power cord of some sort, overhead fluorescent lighting, a big window on one or two adjacent walls, tile floor, like a hospital prep’ or observation room, hazmat suits w air hoses, one like a wrinkly off-yellow alien (which I at first mistook for such –before taking a better look / “double take”), its helmet under the wrinkled outer layer like a football shape at an angle, similar to those bowling-pin funny-hats in the Egyptian graffiti/art, but more like a longer version of Black Manta’s helmet (halfway between that ‘shape’ (form) and the head of a xenomorph drone/warrior), we then walking through a gymnasium, a couple guys chatting with that suited worker as he passed, one in janitor pants baggy and tanktop white, perhaps a stocky hispanic, bald/shaved, starting to do some amusing dance moves before resuming their cleaning duties or b-ball game in there. The gym/court was lit but not fully; some overhead gym dome lights were off.
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something about direct eye contact with someone
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nothing unpleasant or negative
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Caprice/Croatia porn-star icv naked and still for me, I about to embrace and feel her, then cum in her more than once. I remembered the deformity/incorrectness of the form-sake’s pussy/clit, and worried I might now see that in person, as my instincts have warned me many times about Many almost-hotties, but no such evil/failure happened here –a very good sign.
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much more
thu12dec:
fri13dec:
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more always TBA; I and Dreamspace are forever…

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Talented Dreamnauts:

An astronaut or cosmonaut explores Space; the cosmos. (If more literal, an astronaut would explore not (only) Space, but the stars; astra.) A psychonaut explores the mind (but not necessarily dreams; just the mind itself). We need a word for people who explore around in dreams, though, …so we’ll coin the term dream-nauts.

The first powerful dreamnaut Auz ever met was a girl nicknamed Jack, short for Jacqueline. Her ‘mutant’ (X-Men) superpower was the ability to enter and manipulate the dreams of others. This may be because she had some very pure/unaffected Polarian blood in her veins.

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The Dreamspace Campaign:

In 2021, it occurred to King Auz that he might want to plan out and manifest a way to explore and chart all of the dimension humans thought of as ‘dreams’. Perhaps he should make that part of his Mapping Campaign, as it was just another dimension, thus another valid/reachable part of reality; of the Omniverse. One logical way to get his explorers/fleet in there, he reasoned, was to access it via (from within) the stars.

The only question that remained was: …which stars had access to it?

His forces (Star Fleet) would find out in the 2200s.

Realization/Declaration of Auz: Don’t just determine/find what is in Space/Abyss; decide what is in it. Decide what is in dreamspace, too. You do with imagination-space, and you purge anything unworthy from waking-space, so dream-space should be the same, just as holy/sacred and protected/chosen/willed. That dream of being in an empty spaceship with many floors… was my DS prototype built and being shown to me for review. That brown and black mech’ slowly walking through an empty townhouses street… was my MD prototype being shown to me for review, etc., and it was trying out its intimidation aura energy field device. The hotties in that one dream who were all in skimpy black outfits and standing around an open-air poolside bar? Those were a group of my ICVs hostessing one of my parties. The Lauren Conrad on the balcony or terrace at night looking at me? That was the real-live first Lauren Conrad ICV.

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2024 May note: When I am in my Master Bedroom, the podium there is my main interface to replay my recorded dreams.
Any ICV in my mobile entourage can see and record my dreams, then technopathically replay them into my mind’s eye, or omni-interface with any 3D computer modeling program to have it display them.

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Additional Ideas/Theories:

Maybe humans have dreams backward, just as they were totally wrong about me every time, and what is healthy, and so on. Maybe our bodies here are where our minds get pulled when we sleep out there where our real/other bodies are, and maybe this system is to prevent mind wandering randomly through all Creation.

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2024 April: Dream experiments of humans are flawed;

they use patients who have brainwashed submissive minds who assume the doctors know better,
the doctors are brainwashed by corrupt schools,
the doctors ignorantly pass their own assumptions/brainwashing to their test subjects,
they brainwash the patients to assume dreams may be out of body, thereby causing out of body,
they assume dreams are less than waking experiences,
they assume there are more layers of unconsciousness, thus adding layers for individuals who are told and convinced of that,
they cheapen and overcomplicate dream-space,
they keep submitting to their mind or dreams as something beyond them, rather than willing those sides of consciousness or reality to unite, bent to Their will, rather than they to it, or than they to their brainwashing about what those things supposedly are.

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“Everyone does it/this.”? The moment he (in that old video about dreams and out-of-body research) said that, I knew how foolish and wrong he was; he hadn’t tested everyone, only a few.
Even if all he tested did a thing, that cannot be extrapolated from to conclude billions of others are the same.
Not all brains are the same.
Some humans aren’t even people/real; they are NPCs.
Those who can’t think well or imagine or even be polite… have no use for dreams, if they can even have them.
Claiming everyone does any thing… is a blatant desperate attempt to over-validate and over-value one’s own work.
When I make Inisfree, I never claim everyone needs it. I just do what works for me. If some others gravitate to it, fine.

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Conceptual Images:

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The Octagonal Tower Interior to the Moon:

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That Minotaur Angel Seen in One:

2024 January 29 Monday 8:53 AM PST idea: I now wonder if this is the humanoid representation of the Age of Taurus (any of those recurring timespans/focuses). Does me having seen it in that one dream during my childhood… indicate something about my past / previous/first life? Does it mean the focus for me is what I have instinctively focused on (establishing a stable, pleasant, good life)? Does having seen it mean I am the latest embodiment/incarnation of that being/era/focus?

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When Ambi Showed Me Her Fire-eyes: