A low hum

3 phases of dreaming 3/4 capful valerian extract before bed 2015-01-24 bedtime approx 23:00-23:30 2015-01-25 major wakes around 6 hrs, 08:30, dozing until 11:30 + first phase, medley of dreams: motorcycle/scooter unstable riding the throttle grip is thick and not perfectly cylindrical I almost fall over but recover, the road is blocked so I start riding on the sidewalk, reach a fence, a partner arrivers without the guy we captured, then what was the whole point we must go get him, I climb under the fence, wet cement ground, park w/pond/pool drinking fountain dogbert the stock analyst, "I am good at pooping and analyzing stocks" making a phone call to a business with area/zip code 01, "maybe <PERSON> just have an answering machine" Someone claims that the people who become cops are fundamentally racist? Leaving some place I see holes in the streets, curb is full of thick roots The egg board demo of organic eggs vs. regular (breaking the regular egg on the wall versus the organic egg on the wall, watching them roll down the driveway and comparing there residue of whites they leave on the concrete) folding the shirt it is a kind gift, the song I sing is beautiful, I start out humming then move to full vocals at the conclusion they say I have a high pitched voice but then I give a demonstration of my low tones, pooped in pants desperately searching for a bathroom around the house to clean up before the smell becomes apparent a guy does not let me in the first one I find a second one with two stalls, I will have to completely remove these pants and wear my swim suit as pants, keep pooping but it is a broken toilet I see the splats landing down inside the open bowl, if I flush this may just go everywhere all over the bathroom. cop show ride-along, black cop is describing the job and uses profanity, I observe him and his partner enter some house with guns out, there is a startling noise and the cops spin around , the perp is sitting on a couch but gives up peacefully, quickly moving to lying down on the floor in the kitchen of the house The letter from <PERSON> notifying us that the house near my CH is for sale, my wife says we may want to buy it and refurnish it instead of rebuilding our country house, but I think my mom has already passed away. The real estate agents are former boy scout friends (I see just their names on the papers), and the house was a house containing our old troop's treasures. 2nd phase, very short dreams + LD#169 couch jump float teleport tried to roll out of bed + "68" with beautiful dream girl + another sex dream leading in to a book of links to girly material called "Mens Magazine" + narrator says that "things we encounter early in life determines what turns us on in adulthood", a guy watching "spongebob" on tv says "I do not feel very stimulated" + 3rd phase of dreams, another medley: car tipping over steep slope "Stop! Stop" girl throwing rock at me in the (sauna?) In shower in aqua park, people arrive, the woman dives into the floor, phasing through it, I am concerned that she may get stuck in the pipes below the park but others are not concerned sitting around in groups of people coming and going, waiting for everybody to arrive so we can leave Christmas tree attack: the guards are bad guys in disguise, the good guys jump out from hiding and escape through the Christmas tree portal In an amusement park, the group of people rub up rudely I think to me but I notice the large girl/woman who did the rubbing is blind. Then a carnival ride with several girls with very short skirts and whose legs fly open wide while riding giving an excellent view, they are only wearing skimpy thongs underneath. <PERSON> conducting, first fake, then real, a brass/trombone piece, confer with the conductor about the tempo