26 June 2017
I'm going to go to space. I meet NN who has helped me get a music sheet and simple instruments on board. [redacted]
I'm on the moon and it honestly looks like a resort, with a proper room, lighting and water features outside. I note this discrepancy but the others wave it away as [the incongruous environment as] being built by builders.
I am the first to step on a table but not on the lunar surface. We prepare for our mission later and I take out the music sheet and instruments. I use a modified recorder that is a lot longer and has more holes, centred on middle C (one finger blocking an off-center middle hole) and everything played in relation (blocking holes above or below).
The others rummage through the box and find easy to play whistles in the shape of Chinese characters and an ordinary whistle. I tell them that NN helped me bring these on board. Their sheet music is more simple and a famous tune, and we realise we're supposed to play together.
Saturday, July 08, 2017
Briefing
03 July 2017
I'm going for a UADC prep course for young secondary school students, somehow, in either a coaching or a judging role.
I'm with NN and one of her friends from China; we say hi. We register and discover we all got put into the same group, the "Bryants". NN and I sit on the same seat, she on my lap, since we are running out of seats. We make jokes about it.
The briefing goes by immediately, but I don't perceive it [i.e. I know it is over, but I do not actually experience the time taken up by the briefing]. People stand up to walk off. The floor is dull grey concrete and we walk towards a staircase like in an old NY subway station.
NN walks ahead while I talk with her friend - then suddenly I see [the tiger's secretary] also walking. I ask him for his group and realise we're in the same group. I turn back to NN's friend and [the tiger's secretary] walks on ahead. I see my father walking too so I go up to him and surprise him. Turns out he's in the same group and is here to talent-scout, though he doubts he'll find sec 1s or 2s at that level. We talk a bit. The dream ends.
I'm going for a UADC prep course for young secondary school students, somehow, in either a coaching or a judging role.
I'm with NN and one of her friends from China; we say hi. We register and discover we all got put into the same group, the "Bryants". NN and I sit on the same seat, she on my lap, since we are running out of seats. We make jokes about it.
The briefing goes by immediately, but I don't perceive it [i.e. I know it is over, but I do not actually experience the time taken up by the briefing]. People stand up to walk off. The floor is dull grey concrete and we walk towards a staircase like in an old NY subway station.
NN walks ahead while I talk with her friend - then suddenly I see [the tiger's secretary] also walking. I ask him for his group and realise we're in the same group. I turn back to NN's friend and [the tiger's secretary] walks on ahead. I see my father walking too so I go up to him and surprise him. Turns out he's in the same group and is here to talent-scout, though he doubts he'll find sec 1s or 2s at that level. We talk a bit. The dream ends.
Falls
24 June 2017
There is a Gravity Falls exhibition and CC and I are both excited to go for it. We both, with my parents and Yima, go to take a train to the grounds. It's a small narrow train. James [which?] is following along now and he is talking about preparing for the end of the world, and I supply the word "eschatological".
We were advised to bring more cake, which we follow. CC and I miss the first train, so we take the next. On the train I realised I didn't bring Journal 3, but it's too late. The train stops and we quickly get out, CC races ahead and gets us tickets, $80 for all of us. I'm thinking of coming back with [Sparrow Queen] etc and Journal 3 but the cost is quite prohibitive. It's night and we have to pass by Ninja Warrior grounds. We don't see the grounds, just the Expo-like exterior. The big signboard indicates that the Gravity Falls exhibition closes in early March in 6-number notation, but I know it is now late March. We still get tickets.
A big notice on the board w payments indicate that a "Jamm" can get a refund regarding a photo taken on the stairs. I wake up and think about writing this down. Somehow I must have fallen asleep again, and transition to dreaming about writing the dream down with CC as we go through details of the dream.
There is a Gravity Falls exhibition and CC and I are both excited to go for it. We both, with my parents and Yima, go to take a train to the grounds. It's a small narrow train. James [which?] is following along now and he is talking about preparing for the end of the world, and I supply the word "eschatological".
We were advised to bring more cake, which we follow. CC and I miss the first train, so we take the next. On the train I realised I didn't bring Journal 3, but it's too late. The train stops and we quickly get out, CC races ahead and gets us tickets, $80 for all of us. I'm thinking of coming back with [Sparrow Queen] etc and Journal 3 but the cost is quite prohibitive. It's night and we have to pass by Ninja Warrior grounds. We don't see the grounds, just the Expo-like exterior. The big signboard indicates that the Gravity Falls exhibition closes in early March in 6-number notation, but I know it is now late March. We still get tickets.
A big notice on the board w payments indicate that a "Jamm" can get a refund regarding a photo taken on the stairs. I wake up and think about writing this down. Somehow I must have fallen asleep again, and transition to dreaming about writing the dream down with CC as we go through details of the dream.
Cereal
17 June 2017
I'm in a school to judge a tournament. It's supposed to be DC Debates but [EQ] is running it. Everything is horribly over time. I myself am so lethargic I don't care.
It comes to the point where I don't care if the teams are in the correct rooms or even if the judge is there. I'm waiting for [EQ] and I'm eating cereal chicken [haa cheong kai] cereal from a cake box. I say I have to go to judge HC Invites so I leave, after taking a last scoop of cereal.
I am mildly annoyed that everything is screwing up, though [EQ], [ACheong] and myself share some laughs over his funny opening "Prop win 10pt margin please". I remember [EQ] standing on the pavement beside a busy car road, silhouetted by the setting sun.
I'm in a school to judge a tournament. It's supposed to be DC Debates but [EQ] is running it. Everything is horribly over time. I myself am so lethargic I don't care.
It comes to the point where I don't care if the teams are in the correct rooms or even if the judge is there. I'm waiting for [EQ] and I'm eating cereal chicken [haa cheong kai] cereal from a cake box. I say I have to go to judge HC Invites so I leave, after taking a last scoop of cereal.
I am mildly annoyed that everything is screwing up, though [EQ], [ACheong] and myself share some laughs over his funny opening "Prop win 10pt margin please". I remember [EQ] standing on the pavement beside a busy car road, silhouetted by the setting sun.
Nebula
13 June 2017
This is the first dream. I am in Grandma's living room alone. The lights are mostly off so it is dark and scary.
Grandpa appears from the kitchen and calls out, something generic but not targeted at me. I know he is supposed to be dead but not that it is a dream. I am seized with fear. I walk quickly into the bedroom where Grandma used to sleep except now it is my father who is there. I get on the bed quickly on the inner side and pull up the blankets, but when I turn and I see Grandpa halfway down the corridor in the room, faster than I thought.
I say in Canto, quickly and fearfully, that he should go rest and I'll find/see him one day and we'll be together in the future but he should go rest, and I ramble, I wake up still saying this, and continue to do so for a while even after I realise it was a dream.
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At that point of time, he had died about four years previously. I don't really remember dreaming about him at all prior to this.
I manage to get back to sleep and have a second dream.
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[DLo] messages me and lets me know about a person [NB] and him are contacting. This person has issues and is arranging a clandestine-ish meet up, supposedly to drop/pick up stuff.
The first attempt fails because the dude refuses to describe himself other than "failure" or "given up on school". The second time around he messages [DLo] apologising for his behaviour to which [DLo] replies curtly while [NB] is more approachable. Then somehow a male someone uses an AI exoskeleton, appears like a babushka as an undercover identity, which somehow related to all of this. The AI addresses the person as male, then corrects itself and apologises. The person laughs and tells it to call them by surname - "Dr Nebula".
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What kind of a name is Dr Nebula? Interesting.
This is the first dream. I am in Grandma's living room alone. The lights are mostly off so it is dark and scary.
Grandpa appears from the kitchen and calls out, something generic but not targeted at me. I know he is supposed to be dead but not that it is a dream. I am seized with fear. I walk quickly into the bedroom where Grandma used to sleep except now it is my father who is there. I get on the bed quickly on the inner side and pull up the blankets, but when I turn and I see Grandpa halfway down the corridor in the room, faster than I thought.
I say in Canto, quickly and fearfully, that he should go rest and I'll find/see him one day and we'll be together in the future but he should go rest, and I ramble, I wake up still saying this, and continue to do so for a while even after I realise it was a dream.
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At that point of time, he had died about four years previously. I don't really remember dreaming about him at all prior to this.
I manage to get back to sleep and have a second dream.
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[DLo] messages me and lets me know about a person [NB] and him are contacting. This person has issues and is arranging a clandestine-ish meet up, supposedly to drop/pick up stuff.
The first attempt fails because the dude refuses to describe himself other than "failure" or "given up on school". The second time around he messages [DLo] apologising for his behaviour to which [DLo] replies curtly while [NB] is more approachable. Then somehow a male someone uses an AI exoskeleton, appears like a babushka as an undercover identity, which somehow related to all of this. The AI addresses the person as male, then corrects itself and apologises. The person laughs and tells it to call them by surname - "Dr Nebula".
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What kind of a name is Dr Nebula? Interesting.
Splatter
I think sometimes that by just posting my dreams, this is a strangely self-promotional thing to do. I also am reminded that this was the point of blogs, back in the day, as a kind of private journal made public before (?) Facebook really took off. I do not feel comfortable posting private thoughts, but perhaps dreams are sufficiently private yet sufficiently entertaining (?) to be on a publicly accessible (if obscure) place.
So I am taking it that this is just my own private dream archive, in case my own phone notes are somehow lost.
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29 April 2017
I'm in this dimly lit cavernous indoor place. The place is towering with ridiculously high ceilings. The walls are a dark blue, looking as if they are made from ballpit fabric. There are arched walkways as a "second floor", with people on them, stretching from pillar to pillar. Everything is vaguely backlit / underlit. The whole thing looks like exaggerated gothic cathedral structure meets Disney colour scheme meets severe lighting problems.
I'm going outside and trying to get people to come into the structure. It's already packed and humming with sound but still I do this. I have a reason but I forgot it after waking.
[BtChan] comes up to me and tells me in a low steady voice that [NSim] has fallen to her death. I am shocked but do my best to not let it show. He tells me the blood splatter clearly indicates a fall, and there's a lot of blood. I do not move from where I stand, I do not get to see the body but I imagine I see the edge of a splatter. I wake up.
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I remember being very shaken after I woke up. This was one of those dreams. I spent the rest of the day half-shocked and kind of out-of-it. I had a casual dinner meeting that same night, and I found out that [NSim] was going for it too. I was so happy to see her, but at the same time I felt so out of whack I could barely eat, and even [NSim] asked if I was okay. I didn't tell her why. I wasn't very close to [NSim] then, but the dream really heavily affected me. I feel it really reminded me to treasure friendships.
So I am taking it that this is just my own private dream archive, in case my own phone notes are somehow lost.
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29 April 2017
I'm in this dimly lit cavernous indoor place. The place is towering with ridiculously high ceilings. The walls are a dark blue, looking as if they are made from ballpit fabric. There are arched walkways as a "second floor", with people on them, stretching from pillar to pillar. Everything is vaguely backlit / underlit. The whole thing looks like exaggerated gothic cathedral structure meets Disney colour scheme meets severe lighting problems.
I'm going outside and trying to get people to come into the structure. It's already packed and humming with sound but still I do this. I have a reason but I forgot it after waking.
[BtChan] comes up to me and tells me in a low steady voice that [NSim] has fallen to her death. I am shocked but do my best to not let it show. He tells me the blood splatter clearly indicates a fall, and there's a lot of blood. I do not move from where I stand, I do not get to see the body but I imagine I see the edge of a splatter. I wake up.
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I remember being very shaken after I woke up. This was one of those dreams. I spent the rest of the day half-shocked and kind of out-of-it. I had a casual dinner meeting that same night, and I found out that [NSim] was going for it too. I was so happy to see her, but at the same time I felt so out of whack I could barely eat, and even [NSim] asked if I was okay. I didn't tell her why. I wasn't very close to [NSim] then, but the dream really heavily affected me. I feel it really reminded me to treasure friendships.
Improv
I am just copying out my notes on my phone, which are often crudely typed when I wake up, with no editing except for names and a bit of grammar. I had some odd dreams.
14 April 2017
[There is a] giant [improvisational comedy] stage with a whole lot of people from various circles. The first scene establishes a zombie apocalypse. The second gave enough time to put on uniforms of police from last time. Got into argument with someone over what scene we should do.
When we eventually did go out, a scene is already in progress. [BtChan] is a soldier who is we (the guy as a senior officer and I as his driver) who we interact with and eventually is infected. [Note: I have no idea what is happening in this sentence.] [BtChan] tries to jump off stage i.e. is attacked but indicates I should pull him back by the beret, which I do.
We rush off stage as part of the play. Off stage I ask: what kind of scene was that? He says: One done by a team.
Then the next scene, which I see from offstage, is s bunch of brightly dressed people singing, Dora-style, about the zombies. At the head of the circle is RCD in a ridiculously huge Stitch outfit, her head pokes out from the chest of the outfit.
14 April 2017
[There is a] giant [improvisational comedy] stage with a whole lot of people from various circles. The first scene establishes a zombie apocalypse. The second gave enough time to put on uniforms of police from last time. Got into argument with someone over what scene we should do.
When we eventually did go out, a scene is already in progress. [BtChan] is a soldier who is we (the guy as a senior officer and I as his driver) who we interact with and eventually is infected. [Note: I have no idea what is happening in this sentence.] [BtChan] tries to jump off stage i.e. is attacked but indicates I should pull him back by the beret, which I do.
We rush off stage as part of the play. Off stage I ask: what kind of scene was that? He says: One done by a team.
Then the next scene, which I see from offstage, is s bunch of brightly dressed people singing, Dora-style, about the zombies. At the head of the circle is RCD in a ridiculously huge Stitch outfit, her head pokes out from the chest of the outfit.
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