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...works. Had a short lucid dream. Woke myself up because I tried to scratch an itch.

27/10/17
Dream 1: I was at McDonalds with my brother, after driving around at night for a bit. We both got some food and then started working behind the counter. I noticed that one of my friends from high school was also working there and said hello to him. After a while I went into the change room and ended up slipping a bit and getting my foot stuck underneath the cubicle wall, and woke up feeling pretty stressed out about that lol.

I was in a garage on the nearby town's Main Street; it's not there IRL and then there was a small dog barking and I thought it was a bit confused about why nobody was listening to what it was saying.

I then moved in the air outside and found many bird nests along the "ceiling" and there were dead baby birds in at least two of them and there was mold growing on them. This bothered me and I went back to the ground right in front of a nearby doctor's office where 3 women were waiting; I by and by let them know about this without telling them what it was and I told them where to walk to be directly under the nest, again without telling them it was there. At some point a police officer in a bright green vest came by and someone said I didn't escape from a mental institution.

Before yesterday Dream

I don’t recall much but I remember a woman slowly putting her face close to mine as a sign of comfort.In a motherly way. She told me that she was here now and it was after I followed a group of people toward a theatre, casually talked with the kids and ate with them.It was also suppose to be around the time Jesus was on earth.



Yesterday Dream

I don't recall much of the beginning now but I remember being on the floor and slowly becoming aware it was a dream.When I became fully lucid I decided to connect with Dawn and thought of him. I than felt myself shift from the dream setting to a white void like place where Dawn was but in a bluish purplish form.(Someone else was nearby as well) Kind of like looking through a heat sensing lens.I pressed my cheek on his cheek and felt it was hot as I try to merge with him but than I stop myself and pulled away. Returning to the former setting.

Last Night Dream

After becoming semi lucid I was with a group of people and suddenly a dc changed into the form of a muscular Roman. He ripped off apart of his beard and told me “for the blood of our forefathers”. I moved away from him but than a random dc took out a gun from the direction I was walking in. First he shot someone than came after me. I tried going in the ground but he still shot at me multiple times. I felt head pressure but didn’t want to let the dc have the upper hand so I thought of myself becoming as strong as the avatar. The avatar ended up splitting from me and unleashed some type of power I couldn’t see.A false awakening happened after that.

2017, 10-27

The Dark Tower – Split Timelines

I am at a campsite. It is dark out, and I am there with several other people. I see Roland, Eddie, Susanna, and MoSh. Roland seems to be having some difficulty. He says he’s going crazy. I remember in the books this is the result of a paradox orchestrated by the man in black. Roland is telling stories, one that he says is real and one that he says was supposed to be real. I do not interrupt his telling. Mosh also stays quiet during this time. Although he seems a bit distracted. I wonder if he sees something out in the darkness. Those strange cloaked figures maybe… After Roland has finished his story, Eddie gets part of the concept correct. He draws a line at the beginning for the timeline before Roland met Jake. Then he skips a space and draws a line after Roland parted ways from Jake. He draws a circle in the middle and says that that is what we’re going to has to just ignore. Roland says that won’t work. He can’t just ignore it. I tell Eddie I can add a bit more detail to this.

I set to drawing in the circle. I draw the two separate lines that represent the two separate timelines that now exist. I point to the one on top and say this is the timeline where you met Jake. I point to the one on the bottom and say this is the timeline where you did not meet Jake. Both of these things are true at the same time. The only thing that got it all fucked up was the man in black. I draw a few extra things on the timeline. I draw the door where he met Eddie, the door where he met Susanna, and last the door where he interfered with Jack Mort. I tell him at this point, the man in black created the paradox by arranging for him to save Jake. This is where Jake was transported to his world. But he prevented that. So then I draw a line backwards to where he had met Jake. And I don’t technically he’s on the wrong timeline right now. He has memories of the other timeline because he experienced it, but he’s on this one so he’s also got memories of this timeline now.

He says the only thing that keeps him arguing in his mind about this is the jawbone that he took from the man in black. He throws the jawbone into the fire. It flares up as if it was made of something flammable. Eddie stares into the fire, and I remember that he is now seeing the shape of the key that he will need to help properly draw Jake back into this world. That will fix the timeline. But that doesn’t seem to have eliminated Roland’s issue. I tell him that I think I can help with it, but the only way to fix it permanently will be to fix the timeline. He asked how to do that, and I said it is coming in the future. I feel that it is. I actually know that it is. So I use the song on Roland to help stabilize his mind which is the same one I taught Eddie to use on Susanna. My last breath by Evanescence.

“Hold on to me love, you know I can’t stay long. All I wanted to say is I love you and I’m not afraid.” I have taken a hold of Roland’s hand, and he seems now focused completely on me. “Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your heart?” Now Roland is holding onto me, he actually has tears coming from his eyes. Frustration? I’m not sure. “I know you hear me, I can taste it in your tears. Closing your eyes to disappear, you pray your dream won’t leave you here. And now you’ll wake to know the truth, he still there. Say good night, don’t be afraid. Call on me, call on me we can face the night. Say good night, don’t be afraid.” That seems to have Roland in a more focused state when the song is over. Now we can present him with facts. Eddie remembers Roland telling him about traveling through the mountains alone. Without Jake. But both MoSh and I remember Jake. So obviously he is real. Susanna can’t say either way, she hasn’t heard any of this before.

I was sitting in a garden (I assume it was the garden of our old house, but it felt different), looking out over the landscape. The landscape was one of rolling green hills, and a very cloudy, grey sky. The air felt very humid but cool. I was admiring that I was on Earth, as other worlds are mostly dry, barren and devoid of atmosphere or life. Debby, my father's wife, walked past me.

Then things got pretty horrific. I saw a transforming 'Thing' in the house. You know, like the monsters from 'The Thing'. My character (I was no longer myself, and I was now watching 'my' character as if I was just a camera) shot it with his gun, and assumed it was dead. As he left the house, the Thing grabbed him by his leg with one of its tentacles, and dragged him back inside. While being dragged, I saw a shotgun on the ground between him and the monster. He grabbed the shotgun but didn't shoot (?). He got bitten by one of the Thing's many mouths. That's when I woke up. The monster had features of various animal species. It had the head of a whale, tentacles, and features of a few other land animals. But all horribly deformed and 'unfinished'.

Morning of October 27, 2017. Friday.



I am back in the Loomis Street house (where I have not been since February 1994) and sitting in the armchair (recliner) my brother-in-law Bob usually sat in (though my relatives are not present). A few unfamiliar people are present as well as my wife Zsuzsanna (though younger).

There is an unknown male sitting at the dining room table (west end). I am reading articles in a number of different magazines over time. They are older magazines, possibly from the late 1960s, and I find them interesting. I look for articles of a similar theme or series but cannot seem to find all the ones I want to read after I find the first article as “perfect”.

Eventually, I hear music, and sing perfectly (that is, I correctly sing all the lyrics) along with it.

“You crawl along the sand, and over twisted hand, but you cannot find your way, while that gull up in the air, he’s gonna circle there, and then he’s gonna fly away…”

“And you see the fog move in, and it blankets the shore, but it can’t blanket sin, and so as long as you’re going to stay, down on the sand that way, you are never gonna win…”

“You build a driftwood fire, and as the flames grow higher, they don’t help you find your way, for the smoke burns your weary eyes, and then you start to cry, and crying only blurs the way…”

“And you see the fog move in…”

The unknown male makes some sort of sarcastic comments about the music, indicating he does not like it. For some reason, I assume he is a religious zealot of some kind.

“That was one of my favorite songs when I was a boy,” I say. “I don’t care what you think.” I then call him a few rude names. “You like to control people and make them like you,” I continue, “with your religious beliefs…”

I tell him that he should like the song because it has the word “sin” in it, and he is the type to complain about other people “sinning” (aka “enjoying life”) based on his own failures. I start talking more loudly, saying how his main purpose seems to be to control other people’s minds. I call him more rude names. I tell him I do not like pop music.

Eventually, I realize that he has gotten up from sitting at the table and has somehow become only about five inches tall (apparently due to my yelling at him). He is running around in an open area on the south side of the room, where the bay window is no longer present as the house is directly open to the side yard. There is an analog television there (directly where the wall would otherwise be), but of which is mostly hollow. He scurries in and out of it zigzagging around that area as a young version of Zsuzsanna looks on. I perceive this would-be preacher as the homeless male (though not a hippie) living on the beach. I realize that I have yelled at him enough, as he might disappear completely if I continue, and I do not want to be responsible for eliminating someone that controls other people’s minds even if I am free of such influence. From here, I wake.

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This is the second time recently when the preconscious has atypically been rendered as very small, the other instance being in “Another ‘Supernatural’ Adventure” from the 25th of this month, though this time under my command, which is very rare (though happened in “War of the Serpents” from September 1969 when I took control of RAS and put the upright moving snake, the most dynamic RAS waking trigger, back to sleep and then carried it like a baby). The hollow television symbolizes being in the dream state without a potential for cohesive continuity (which acknowledges there is “no more picture”, similar to the small living idols mimicking the falling or sliding hypnopompic waking trigger in my last “Supernatural” dream), though it is curious how this song came to mind, as I have not heard it in a long time. These dreams seem to be the result of reflecting upon a few times in the past (as I had planned on writing about it in more detail soon) when I had apparent control over RAS to avoid the waking start. Direct control over RAS in non-lucidity is probably ill-advised, though it seems to only result in oversleeping and sometimes mild nausea (the same as with fainting I guess, since RAS is involved with both, though I have never fainted in my life).

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24 October 2017

I found myself back in front of the mall with only faint memories of what had happened last time. I stood before what appeared to be an empty pool. It was the hour of twilight. Something was wrong. The place was deserted. Not just the mall but the entire surrounding area. I entered the mall, it was dimly lit. I was overcome with this sudden feeling of dread. I looked around and my heart began to race. I couldn't calm down. Why couldn't I calm down? As I looked around I began to flashback to events that had taken place after I had left the dream realm. Apparently, a lot had happened in the short time I was away. Angelica Pickles was actually the leader of her own syndicate and all along her ultimate goal was to take over this mall. I had vague memories of gunfights and struggles but ultimately, Angelica came out on top. Apparently, the mall doubled as the city's primary water source, I guess it was some sort of water facility. And since Angelica controlled the water, she essentially controlled the city. I never did learn what Jenkins and his family had to do with all of this, though. I went back outside and saw what appeared to be a terminal at the end of the pool. The terminal was huge and resembled a tanning booth. When I opened the terminal, I saw a small space where a disc was supposed to go. Somehow in that moment, I was able to surmise that the disc that used to be there was some kind of "key" and this key-disc would unlock the cities water supply. I also surmised that the empty pool served as some sort of reservoir

As I looked around the mall I began to realize that I was dreaming. I was actually quite nervous since I knew that this place would be crawling with hostiles. I actually considered waking myself up. But then I remembered My Magic Watch. a handy tool I use and experiment with whenever I am having a lucid dream. First I checked my Social Status Indicator to make sure there weren't any hostiles in the area, then I decided to see if I couldn't use my watch to summon an ally to help me out. I looked down at my watch and pressed (what I hoped was) the 'help' button. Then I waited. I stood there for a while, periodically checking my Social Status Indicator. Then, to my relief, I saw a woman walking in my direction. Not only was she naked but her skin was completely transparent except for her face which was paper white. She had short brunette hair. I never got her name so I will call her "Kenda" a name that means "Clear."

I don't remember how but we found ourselves in what appeared to be a school within the mall. And we were chasing Angelica down. Unfortunately, Angelica was fast, we couldn't get her. Then Kenda ran off in a different direction. She did not say anything but I knew what she was planning, she was going to get ahead of Angelica and flank her. I continued to chase Angelica down the hall, then down a flight of stairs until finally, Kenda came darting out from behind a corridor ahead of Angelica and cold-cocked her. Angelica was down for the count. I grabbed the key-disc off of Angelica's person and let out a sigh of relief. It was over.

A little later, I found Kenda rummaging through one of the school lockers. I don't remember what she said but I do remember thanking her for her help. I remember we connected for a moment. She opened up to me and told me about the stake she had in this (I don't remember the specifics). I asked her if she would like to come with me to the terminal and do the honors of putting the key-disc back where it belonged. She politely declined and explained that she had her own business to attend to. After she left, Angelica showed up and, to my amazement, she admitted that she was wrong to do all that she had done. She apologized for everything, the false accusation, the hostile takeover, and all the pain that she had caused. I could tell that she was genuinely contrite. I commended her for her turn-around. We wished each other well and then I headed out. As I was walking through the mall I saw Kenda again. She was in a hall lined with clear tubes.
Within these tubes were people with transparent skin just like her. It appeared as though their bodies were literally being regenerated as I saw various organs and body parts materializing. I surmised that these were friends that Kenda had lost in the battle against Angelica and her crew but now that Angelica has been defeated, she was able to bring her friends back. I smiled, I was happy for her.

I walked outside to where the terminal was and saw that more people from the city were waiting there. Apparently, word had spread that Angelica had been defeated and now people had gathered to celebrate the return of their water supply.
I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty stoked. This was by far the longest and most epic lucid dream I have had yet and now I would get to see this story to completion. As I walked towards the terminal with the key-disc in hand, victory music began to play in the background. I opened the terminal, placed the key-disc where it belonged, and closed the terminal. In that moment, blue streaks of light began to emanate from the terminal and travel all throughout the mall, signifying that the water supply had been unlocked. It truly was a magnificent sight as the victory music picked up and everyone cheered.
Unfortunately, the excitement was a little too much for me. I woke up shortly thereafter.

I went ahead and decided to compose the victory music I heard. I'm trying to get good I remembering the songs I hear. Here it is: https://soundcloud.com/ghostchild191/water