January 21, 2019 – Just semi-lucid dreams this morning dictated by Otter while driving.

On a fun note, I composed this dream while driving using a voice-to-text software as I do a commute in the morning for about one hour, and this often sacrifices the time I have to write down dream journal entries. The end result was that it worked, the bulk of the recorded information was usable, with minor word corrections. The dictation app that I am testing is called is Otter. I even wrote an article on dreams while driving, so this can really boost creativity in the writing department while ideas are fresh.

The dream starts out, I’m in this location where I end up underneath a volcano or a lava tube. I can feel the heat from the volcano in this dream. It’s very hot. I can see hot lava near me. There’s this thin crust over top of my head of dried magma.

I press on it. And it’s very thin, like we’re talking, maybe not even a millimeter, and it breaks. And so I ended up grabbing the stick and critical hole then climbing out of it. But overall, I thought it was interesting because of feeling intense heat in a dream, which I don’t think I’ve experienced heat like that before. It was very sensory driven and realistic.

I’m not sure how it segues but I end up in Penticton in an old version of my father’s computer shop where I encounter an old friend of mine. I go over and say hi. I haven’t seen him since high school. This is going back well over 20 years.

We start to chat and I comment on how much we’ve aged and how we look so different than we did when we were back in high school. He laughed and agrees. We decide to go for coffee. I start walking with him and we’re talking about how things have been.

He pulls out some bag that looks like it has some drugs in it and wants to know if I want to do some. I tell him, “No, I don’t. I’m not interested in drugs.”

He shrugs and puts them back in his pocket. Then he pulls out two toys giving them to me instead.
One toy was a zombie’s head. It felt like hard plastic, had a button on the top of the head that you could press and it would make slime come out of the nose and eyes. The slime was very tactile, spot on to what toy slime feels like. It was messy and sticky. I was getting the slime all over my hands.

The other one was a toy bucket with a lid, which had more slime to either play with or re-fill the zombie toy. The slime was stretching off the face of the zombie on my hand, it was very messy and I didn’t want to play with it while walking. I try to figure out how to get it to stop oozing and didn’t know what I could use to clean up the mess. I do my best to hold them and walk even though the zombie is just oozing slime out of its nose.

We continue to talk about things, and I tell him about all the stuff that I’ve been doing with work and dreaming. He says he always found the stuff I do with dreams to be so fascinating. I tell him that everybody dreams, the only difference with me, is that I am choosing to participate in my dreams where many just ignore their thinking they have zero value.

As we’re walking, I noticed a news broadcast on a TV inside a store window. Something is happening in America, in Washington, DC. The news focusing on Trump claiming there is some sort of big protest in Washington, DC. The protest turned violent and protestors have been starting fires. I can see cars burning, and buildings burning. Riot police are everywhere. There are bodies in the street.

This is in response to something that Trump has done. The dream suggests it may be linked to the government shutdown or something Trump has done sparking a huge violent protest. That’s about all I can remember from that dream.

I pick up on another dream fragment where I park my car somewhere in Penticton and this older man sees me get out of the car and asks me if I am Ian Wilson. I tell I am and he says that he had noticed my website on my car and had been reading it and found it very fascinating because he has interesting experiences with his dreams and really wanted to talk to me about it. I don’t remember too much of the dream after that, so as to what the conversation was isn’t very clear upon waking up and recalling. He looked like he must have been in his late 70s, he was an elderly man that was on the heavy side a little bit overweight and not much hair on top, if any at all.

That was the extent of today’s dream. I only had 4 hours sleep, very busy right now with work and personal projects, so this new app is going to be great for maximizing my time wasted while driving for 2-3 hours a day.