the dream modus operandi was weird as per usual.... i have recall snapshots: trying out different exaggerated, extradramatic laughs; shopping for a galactic robe at palenque temple grounds; hanging on to dr. dream's back while he flew; man in flower camo cuddled up next to a jaguar wanting to take my picture as i flew by with dr. dream
dream within a dream style, i start telling dr. dream and this african american girl about the dream i was having and they were in it. as i start to tell them what they were doing in the dream, the girl pulls out an ipad and draws a right triangle (this is probably due to my being in a fractal software, Apophysis 3D, rabbit hole all day yesterday), which is exactly what she did in the dream; Dr. Dream finishes my sentences as i tell him what we were doing and adds immense detail to it. My higher subconscious aspect then, embodied as Dr. Dream, is really on board for helping me remember my dreamself. He told me of many adventures and that what I didn't remember was that I am a great architect and that I was building majestic structures of awesome magnitude.
For icing on the nonlinear cake, as I fell asleep I asked my higher self to give me some time with my dying grandmother. access was granted. no words were spoken but i was able to sit with her spirit and feel her immense energy, her joy and her majesty. As I write this, I am waiting on my brother to come to the hospital with me, as she's about to depart physical reality. what an honor.