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    1. Chivis, been so long!

      by , Today at 08:31 PM (Monster tree roots, decayed version.)
      December 10th sunday 2017

      I am walking on the house. Become lucid wen I realize my weight is wrong and quickly teleport to DW.

      Once I am there start to think on ways to finish my goals, but like normal it is quite difficult to remember the stupid goals, especially when there is a little kid following me around and asking for something, end up telling him to go away and teleport somewhere within the planet. Forgot what I had to do, but remember it is something important, try to remember but wake up.

      Back to sleep.

      Reading something online, become lucid while doing so and get back to DW. Not sure what I should be doing, so just go with whatever the people from this planet are playing at.

      Find that they are actually quite immersed in finding some kind of super drug for war, even though it is peaceful right now so help them out and transform every single of their beloved experiment subjects into really powerful war foes.

      The only problem for them is that well, they are going to fight against humanity now. They start to pull their weapons and try to take them out but I made sure to give them a carapace that can withstand bullets easily and start to watch the massacre.

      Back to sleep.

      Walking on the street, don’t see much other than the beautiful moon on top of me, become lucid while walking and remember about the last dream. Wonder if this is the same place? Maybe it is.

      Keep on walking and find a few buildings abandoned and a lot of people in hiding. Also find a lot of military people with heavy artillery.

      They do not know why the hell I am out there and tell me to hide but I refuse to, so one of them shots me with his anti-tank gun and I stop the bullet with my fingers, then toss it aside “Why so aggressive?” ask him, he assumes I am one of the monsters.

      Well yeah but not really, tell him that I was the one to create the creatures after Scanning and confirming that they are the real ones.

      Anyways, end up meeting some of the creatures and patting them for been so good at cornering humanity, then let them have a new power that allows them to spread the disease on other creatures to corner humanity once and for all, wake up shortly after.

      Back to sleep.

      Sitting on a park, because parks! Get lucid while standing up and start to see that the place is more… green? Oh nice!

      I AM in the same location and it seems the disease spread super quickly since they first worked on spreading and then on cornering, most of humanity is right now too weak to fight back and only the military are holding their own.

      Some people were compatible with the disease and are helping to fight back, so I start to teleport randomly to help out my little ones to kill those special humans.

      I take out all but one, cause she is a bit far from my location and I want to be dramatic. First to arrange for my babies to bring me to her, so while we are at that I wake up.

      Back to sleep.

      I am riding on a really big dog… which makes me scared and nervous and stop thinking for a few seconds until I feel too heavy. First think it is the fear then get lucid from it, stupid big dog!

      It is one of the creatures I created to fight back humanity. The girl is not yet close to us so tell the doggie to be faster and he runs instead of walk.

      She is a few hundred miles away from us, so I give him even more speed.

      When we arrive the girl has already achieved a great deal by giving powers to humans so I go with them for a few minutes and see what they are doing.

      They are fighting back, since they have the same strength and speed right now. I am doing nothing pretty much, they think I am incompatible with the powers Eventually followed through and when they were about to kill one of them I go ahead and rip apart the arm of one of the persons in the group.

      The girl takes a look back instantly and all of them get pushed through with TK away from my doggie. I quickly grab him and teleport him to safety “Do not hurt him” tell them, the girl jumps at me to punch me.

      I prepare to dodge when she teleports behind me and gets stabbed by an ice spear from behind, along with every single human compatible with the disease I spread around the world, do not want them to be in my way.

      Back to sleep.

      On the top of a mountain, become lucid while walking down and then remember about the ToTY from DV, so quickly make the mountain become snowy and then start to slide down. Before I reach the end, make a hole on the planet and continue going forward.

      I expect to arrive to a new location but… this is DW, just get to the other side of the world while forcing myself to go faster and not go back up when reaching close to the center and making a protection. How boring!

      Back to sleep.

      Transfer myself back into a dream and then force it onto the memory lane. I start to gain some memories back and then… wait what? I forgot those were fixed memories! Wonder how would it be to release the final seal.

      Keep on walking, find myself before second dream death quite depressed, didn’t know I was depressed over that? Take that back, go forth to first dream death, nothing notable there other than me been weak due to too many seals.

      Find in my childhood a few memories from been mad at the world and scared at reality at the same time, I remember only half of it, so take back what I must and continue down when I see Chivis… CHIVIS! I remember have to fight her.

      Quickly take that step on memory lane and then teleport myself to her in BW, take her out of there and break BW as a sealed place.

      Forget completely about coco and just bring Chivis with me, she seems to be mad about last time but I just say sorry and allow her to fight back.

      She throws several feathers at me which I stop with my hands while changing myself, my arm dissolves and dissipates, create a new one and shot at her some bombs… everything seems weaker? I quickly realize that this is but a WILD dream so make a small shield and layer it before waking up and going back to sleep.

      Back to sleep.

      As soon as I get inside the dream there seem to be explosions in front of me and also my weight is weird… right! Quickly Make another barrier and teleport above Chivis to strike her but she moves away and then shots me with her feathers.

      Teleport in front of her and bring down a sun to explode in front of her. One of her feathers repels all hydrogen and another one all helium making her immune to my solar explosion but destroying the planet we were in. Contract the sun into a white dwarf and explode it for a supernova but she blocks heat and matter altogether while shooting more feathers at me and then teleports in front of me.

      She starts to attack with her beak and throw more feathers, I keep changing my powers and barriers while dealing with her, eventually she gets one hit in and manages to dissolve my arm; barely make it on time changing my DNA to avoid further damage and then heal myself.

      Throw a black hole at her but she blocks gravity using her feathers, then go ahead and make a big bang out of it which she blocks the same way while attacking, we keep going back and forth until I get a bit bored.

      “Hey Chivis!” I say, she gives herself a power to use voice as a power and then enhance sound to be able to move at the speed we are moving so I can hear her. I block that fucking loud noise coming from her and then absorb that energy to shot her back, which she dodges hm?

      OH right… she is still from back in DW, I was sealed and she has not had any upgrades from me. Clap and make ice chards come at her, she blocks them with a carapace created right on time and then make teleportation with earth control and go through the carapace, she goes at me full speed and I make suns explode all around me, we get away from the explosion range while fighting and finally condense all matter in the universe where she is moving at to make a big crunch. She tops time from flowing and this way manages to escape the big crunch but I create so many more that she actually has to escape the other way around.

      Make a changing barrier around her and wrap her with it, tell her I want her to fight Brandon and that if she manages to win against him will give her an upgrade.

      She does not believe her self to need an upgrade and gets mad so the real fight starts with her. Too bad however that I got even stronger since unsealing myself 3 times.

      She flies at me in a straight line. I prepare a big crunch when she tosses a feather to stop time and one to teleport, goes straight through it and then throws another one that creates dust and another one to dull the senses. I fly back slightly and make a movement to create enough matter to push everything around. She is above creating a wave of feathers to attack so I raise my hand and create a magic circle, a barrier and start to shot the wave of feathers with a wave of different powers then run through the barrier and start to read each feather with my DNA and dissolve it, then wrap her in my DNA. She tries to crush it and I keep changing it, so she creates a wave of lava around us to dissolve my body. I absorb the heat and move it over to her who then creates an absolute zero layer, I end up destroying all matter in this universe making everything go into absolute zero and finally reach her, tap her with my hand and block her powers temporarily “So you gotta win ok girl?” tell her before letting her go and waking up.
    2. The Dark Tower – Riddle Me This

      by , Today at 06:08 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 12-15

      The Dark Tower – Riddle Me This

      I am on board Blaine the monorail. I look around and see that Roland, Eddie, Susanna, and Jake are here. I wonder where MoSh is? It seems like I haven’t seen him around lately. Now Roland is insulting Blaine. He is saying how rude he could be if Blaine was not a mere gadget. He says he could call Blaine a sucker of cocks if he had a mouth. The others are just shocked at this, but I think I might laugh. I stifle my laughter, thinking this might not be the best course of action. Roland and Blaine go back-and-forth for a bit, calling each other rude and stupid, but then they finally come to an agreement. If we can stump Blaine with a riddle, then he has to stop at the end of the track and let us off. If not, he’s just going to slam into the end and turn everyone inside of him into paste. I figured this shouldn’t be a problem for getting everyone off. But it would be best to stall so that we can get the ride across the wastelands. Roland then asks Blaine to leave while we consult with each other. Blaine agrees, and screen at the front of the room turns red.

      Roland lays out a plan for how we are going to do this. Roland says we need to judge how good Blaine is at riddling, and we will each tell one riddle. Susanna first, then Jake, then me, then Roland, and Eddie will go last. After we have chosen riddles, Roland touches the screen at the front of the room to indicate to Blaine that we are ready. Blaine seems more than happy to get going on the contest. Susanna tells a very simple riddle that Blaine seems annoyed by. What has four wheels and flies? Blaine response that it is the village garbage wagon. He says if we have no better riddles than that he will regret saving our lives for even a short time. I also can’t help but notice that he hesitates slightly before giving the answer to this riddle in spite of how easy he says it is. Roland then tells a riddle, which Blaine sends the answer back immediately. No hesitation. It is my turn now. Alive without breath, as cold as death, all in mail never clinking, never thirsty ever drinking. Blaine’s answer is immediate. A fish. Jake tells a riddle, and finally Eddie. What is no sooner spoken than broken? Silence.

      Blaine is just starting to say something when a sliding door at the back of the compartment opens. Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter series walks in. We all do a double take. She says this does not look like the Hogwarts Express. I tell her it isn’t. I tell her I can get her back, however. Blaine insists no one is going to leave unless he says so. I ask Hermione if she has a riddle to tell the train? She asks why she would tell a riddle to a train? I tell her the train is an artificial intelligence, and it likes riddles. We are in a riddling contest. Hermine he said she’s heard of artificial intelligence, but never seen one. I tell her now she has. Hermione tells a riddle. First think of a person who lives in disguise, who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies. Next tell me what's always the last thing to mend, the middle of middle, the end of end? And finally give me the sound often heard during the search for a hard-to-find word. Now string them together and answer me this, what creature would you be unwilling to kiss? Blaine comes back with an answer immediately. He does concede that that one is very interesting, however, saying that it’s four riddles wrapped up in one. Hermione still wants to know where we are? Eddie just says she came through the wrong door. Blaine says he hopes we learned something useful. He asks if we need more time to consult? Roland says yes. The screen turns red.

      Hermione goes to the door she came through, but it closed after she entered. There’s no way to open it from this side. Hermione he doesn’t understand how this is possible. Roland says she must be one of our ka-tet. We decide that Roland will tell riddles to Blaine on his own for a while. He touches the screened indicate he is ready to continue. We ride on while Susanna, Jake, and Hermione try to figure out how to open the door. Eddie seems to have zoned off into some other world inside his mind. Roland cranks out the riddles, and Blaine cranks out answers. I go over and talk to Hermione. I ask if anything strange happened before she came in? She says no, she had just been helping Neville look for his missing toad. She had been opening the door at one of the compartments, but instead of walking into a passenger compartment she walked into here. She hadn’t intended to step into the room, but the train had bumped and sent her stumbling forward. I tell her I will get her back to the Hogwarts Express. Susanna mutters that I am assuming we get out of this alive. Hermione asked what she means by that. Susanna did not mean to say that, and she looks regretful. Hermione at this point is 11 years old, and I don’t think Susanna intended to burden her with the full truth. But now it’s too late, it’s either the truth or lie. Susanna tells Hermione that Blaine is malfunctioning. And if we don’t stump it with a riddle before we reach Topeka, it’s going to run itself off the track and kill us all.

      This continues for a while, until Blaine says we’re running out of time. I noticed Eddie still seems zoned into another dimension. After Roland runs out of riddles, Jake tell some from his book. Blaine solves all of those very easily as well. Then I tell if riddles that I remember. Blaine answers all of those as well. Even a couple that I thought might have been rather secure in their dimension. Hermione even has a few riddles. Blaine is apparently not fooled by riddles from the Harry Potter world. It seems that we are now out of riddles. Blaine asks everyone here once more if we have any riddles? He asks Roland of Gilead, Oy of Midworld, Jake New York, Susanna of New York, Raven Outworld, and Hermione of Outworld. The only one he conspicuously skips is Eddie. And yet it is Eddie that speaks up and says he has a few riddles to pass the time.

      Eddie hesitates for a bit, and then asks the same riddle we started with. What has four wheels and flies? Blaine is clearly annoyed. He says that Eddie is too stupid to even remember that one has already been told. It’s the village garbage wagon. And yet, in spite of the fact that this riddle has already been told, Blaine gives off the slightest pause before answering. Eddie asks Blaine another one. A big moron and a little moron walk out onto a bridge. The big moron falls off. Why didn’t the little moron fall off? There are some strange clicking noises, and then Blaine starts bitching. He whines that is not a proper riddle and says he will not answer. Roland says if Blaine refuses to answer, he has lost the contest. Roland asks if this means Blaine cries off? Blaine says no. He seems to stammer a bit, and then says the little moron didn’t fall off because he was a little more on. He says he feels soiled from answering that riddle. Eddie rubs his finger and his thumb together, and when Blaine asks, Eddie says that is the world’s smallest violin, playing My Heart Pumps Purple Piss For You. This goes on for a bit longer. Lights in the room are flashing, the walls are not staying opaque, and I think Eddie may have broken Blaine’s brain. Voice of little Blaine keeps telling Eddie to stop, says that he’s killing Blaine, but what exactly was Blaine trying to do to everyone on board? So Eddie keeps telling his bad riddles, why did the dead baby cross the road? Because it was stapled the chicken.

      Finally it seems the Blaine circuits have completely shorted out. The walls become permanently opaque, the lights go dim except for some emergency lights, and the train is now just coasting forward. We are going to crash. Everyone gathers at the back of the room, and I create a stasis bubble around all of us. So when we crash, in spite of things flying around the room in disarray, no one is hurt. The door that Hermione entered through is even forced open. We force it open the rest the way, and I see the Hogwarts express on the other side. Hermione goes quickly through, and then something collapses blocking the way. A ladder drops down from an escape patch in the ceiling. I am figuring we are all going to go through it, but instead I wake up.
    3. The Dark Tower – Jake’s Rescue

      by , Today at 06:06 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 12-14

      The Dark Tower – Jake’s Rescue

      Dark tower. I am with Jake. I am in Jake. I am Jake. There is a really stinky ugly gross disgusting guy that is leading me through what seems to be a maze of narrow alley ways and junk piles in the city. He is also an asshole. He seems to have named himself Gasher, and he refers to himself as my pal, but I like him about as well as I like intestinal flu. And his disease is something much worse than intestinal flu. He has big oozing pustules all over his face, and the smell of decay is coming from them. I think I might vomit. He keeps telling me to go faster. I tell him that I cannot go any faster because I’m a kid. He says that better not be true or he’s going to have to smack me upside the head. I say if he does that then I’m going to have to rip his dick off. He says to go ahead and do that, because it hasn’t been much good to him for quite some time. He says he can’t even piss without it burning. I don’t really want to hear any stories about his dick. I figure it is probably about to fall off. So I use some energy and move a bit quicker. I know that Roland is following us. In spite of Gasher’s certainty that Roland will not be able to follow, I know he is. We descend through a sewer access cover into some dark tunnels. I have to use my night vision to see where I’m going. It seems the Gasher doesn’t need to bother with seeing at all. I hear a crash back along the path we have taken, and briefly wonder if Roland actually stumbled into one of the booby traps. But that thought doesn’t last very long. Gasher, however, seems fully convinced that the booby trap worked. I see no reason to try to convince him otherwise.

      The asshole sure likes to smack Jake. I’m not allowing that. Every time he does, I block it or dodge it. He gets annoyed that. He says I’m being pert, and I had better not be such when I meet Ticky. We finally descend from the pitch black tunnels into a tunnel that looks better maintained, and it is lit by neon lights. We follow that until we come to the hatch of a submarine. Gasher activates an intercom and says he’s brought the kid, meaning me. The guy on the other side asks for a password. Gasher says they should know his voice by now. The guy on the other side insists on a password. Gasher is having problems. He can’t remember the password. He looks at me and says I’m going to have to help my old pal out. I say I don’t see any pals around here. He tries to smack me and I block it. I tell him if he wants a favor that’s not a very good way to get one. He takes the scarf off of his head, revealing a disgusting oozing pustule covered scalp, and that almost makes me want to vomit again. Everything about this guy makes me want to vomit. He pulls a small paper from the folds of the scarf and hands it to me. He says he needs me to read what’s on that paper. The word bountiful is written. So let me get this straight… You have the password written down on a piece of paper, which I’m sure your friend Ticky would not approve of, and you can’t even read it yourself? Gasher tells me to stop being pert. But he doesn’t even bother trying to smack me this time. I go ahead and read the password to Gasher. He passes this on, as he slips of paper back into the scarf and covers up the abomination that is his head. The guy on the other side of the door accepts the word bountiful and opens up.

      We passed through an airlock, and another of these patches, and into a room that looks like it’s a refurbished missile silo. There is a guy that reminds me of Khan off of Star Trek sitting casually over large chair in the center of the room as if he thought it was a throne. He voices surprise that Gasher was able to remember the password. The Tick-Tock Man starts talking to me but I’m not paying a whole lot of attention. I’m looking around the room to see what possibilities for getting out there are. There is a woman in there who has a laugh like Bellatrix Lestrange. She looks a little like Bellatrix as well. Ticky is finding her laugh to be very annoying. He tells her to shut the fuck up. He is interested in a watch that I have. But watch is not working, it is going forwards and backwards at irregular rates. Ticky says he wants that. I can kind of see why, he has a small glass case with what appears to be a miniature grandfather clock in it. Ticky says something else and Bellatrix starts laughing again. Apparently he’s had enough of it though. I can barely see him move but he threw a knife that embedded itself and Bellatrix his throat. Bellatrix falls to the ground and bleeds out. Ticky’s wanting to know a lot of information I don’t have. He is wanting to know how to start up a huge number of computers that are hidden underneath the city of Ludd. I told him I have really no idea how that stuff works, but I guess I could take a look at it. He gets immediately pissed and says that I’m not going to get anywhere near them.

      I tell Ticky I can’t figure out his computers without seeing them. I see a Oy in a vent. Roland caught up. I hear him telepathically. He says he is outside, there’s going to be a diversion and he needs me to let him in. Ticky is still wanting information. I figure if we needed distraction, I’ll give him some information. So I reveal the fact that Gasher wasn’t able to remember the password. He has a hidden on a piece of paper in his scarf, and he wasn’t even able to read himself. He had to have me read it to him. Gasher announces that he’s going to kill me for that. Ticky is taking my accusations seriously. He wants to see the scarf. Gasher pulls out a knife and backs away and says that he doesn’t really want to stab Ticky, but he will. Ticky does not take that as a serious threat. I look for the button to open door. I can hear Roland telling me telepathically to let him in. Oy comes in through vent and decides to rip up Ticky‘s face. That freaks him out, and he is now blundering around the room yelling and screaming because I think Oy just popped his eye. He throws Oy off, and tries to grab me. I am headed for a control panel, but I don’t make it. I end up in Ticky‘s throne. There’s a gun there. I grab the gun. My thoughts of ripping his dick off for a bit too strong, I shoot Ticky in the balls. That apparently causes an excruciating level of pain, and he can no longer come after me. Now the doors open by themselves. Roland comes in guns blazing. Blows everyone in the room except for me and Oy away.

      Now it is time to get out. An alarm is blaring everywhere, and I think this whole place is about to come down. There is a voice in the machine. That is the voice of Blaine the mono, Blaine the pain. It is asking if we know riddles? I know I used to have a book of riddles in my backpack, but that got dropped along the way. Roland collected it. So my answer to that question is yes. Roland’s answer to that question is also yes. A silvery sphere appears to guide us out of the underground disaster area. We follow the sphere, but in addition to the place falling apart, all of the people down here seem to have gone mad. Many of them are committing suicide. We come to moving platform, and write it the rest the way. It transforms from a level platform into a movie set of stairs, and escalator, and we emerge at what appears to be a train station. There is a monorail parked here. It’s a large pink monorail, although it has no cars attached. We have found Blaine the mono.
    4. The Dark Tower – A Bridge to Doom

      by , Today at 06:05 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 12-14

      The Dark Tower – A Bridge to Doom

      I am walking with the others along an old road. For while it is hard to see anything around us, because the road sits down below ground level. We finally come to a bridge. It is a large suspension bridge, although it doesn’t look like it is in the best of conditions. I think Eddie might be sick. He says the heights have never been one of his favorite things. Roland asks if he thinks he’s going to be able to make it? He says now is the time to admit that if it is the case, and we will find another way. I can see that Eddie is looking across the bridge to a point where a lot of it is broken away and it looks like we will have to cross on top of a large curved pipe. That doesn’t look particularly easy. After considering it for a bit, he says he’ll make it just fine. I tell him if he needs help I will help him. And also his Witchblade will. If he slips and falls, it will not let him fall. It will shoot a tendril or rope to grab hold of something more solid, and then it will pull him up. So we start across the bridge.

      Eddie is doing his best not to look down. Roland and Susanna both seem OK, although Susanna seems a little uneasy with her artificial legs. She has gotten used to walking on them, but this is something new. Jake seems to think this is fun. He seems to have no fear heights, and he is making his way across the bridge as if there was nothing wrong with it. We are making our way across to quite easily. We come to the part where we will have to walk across the curved pipe, but there are cables to the sides of it so that we can use them as hand rails. Jake runs off across the pipe. That’s when he decides he’s made a mistake, when he looks back and sees his little Billy Bumbler struggling with it. Oy is having trouble getting purchase on the curved pipe with his clawed feet. Jake is trying to urge him across. Eddie seems to be doing OK for now, so I go forward and try to scoop up Oy learned my arms. He doesn’t seem to want to be touched by anyone except Jake. I told him that I can carry him across the gap. Jake is also trying to reassure him, telling you it’s OK and let me pick him up. Finally he lets me scoop him into my arms. I look back and ask Eddie if he will be OK? I say if he has trouble, I can come back. He says he will be OK. So I carry Oy across the gap in my arms.

      There is an asshole at the other end of the bridge now. It is the asshole Gasher wants to take Jake back to his Tick Tock Man. He’s holding a grenade up over his head and saying that we had better cooperate or we will all ride the handsome. I think that means he’s going to blast all of us into the next world. The idea that the grenade might be a dud comes to mind. The asshole says that he wants to take Jake with him, but everyone else will be able to leave. People are getting angry when Roland seems to be considering complying with it for the time being. Probably because if the grenade goes off, even if the blast doesn’t reach us it will probably destabilize the bridge enough to make it fall. So everyone would die. Eddie says the grenade might be dud. That seems logical considering it’s probably pretty old, but it doesn’t seem safe to count on that. Plus, I am remembering from the books that it is not a dud. And then Jake says he should make the decision for himself. He doesn’t wait for Roland or Eddie or any of us to come up with a plan, he heads off across the rest of the bridge towards the asshole.

      The asshole says he thought we would listen to reason. Eddie is saying that Jake should stop, there’s no saying that Gasher will let us leave even if he has Jake. He tries to say he’s not that much of an asshole, if he was he would have told us to throw our weapons over the side. But he didn’t because we’re going to need them in the city. Oy, still in my arms, now wiggles his way free and goes chasing after Jake. Jake catches Oy in his arms as they meet up. Asshole wants Jake to throw Oy over the side, but Jake’s only response is fuck you. I am thinking maybe I could telekinetically contain the explosion if the grenade kills off. I start to follow Jake so I can get a better view of the hand holding the grenade. The asshole says to stop right there or will all ride the handsome. He moves away from the end of the bridge and disappears between a couple of buildings. Just a little bit after that I hear a loud explosion. The grenade wasn’t a dud…
    5. The Dark Tower – From The Outside

      by , Today at 06:04 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 12-14

      The Dark Tower – From The Outside

      This is another dream we’re not a lot seem to happen, there was just a lot of talking. I am with the Dark Tower people, and everyone seems to be telling their stories. I am wondering why I am even there, unless someone is going to attack it seems pointless. Roland is talking about their ka-tet, how they were all meant to come together. That just results in me feeling more like an outsider since I’m not truly one of them. So I just sit there listening, without actually contributing anything. Roland is saying that it seems everyone else can read each other‘s minds to a certain degree. He says he can’t do that entirely, because he’s not a full member of the ka-tet. I want to tell him that it’s not him that doesn’t belong here it’s me that doesn’t belong here. Finally it gets dark out. Everyone else goes to sleep except for Roland, he is standing watch. There is a large city up ahead that I know to be the city of Ludd. I hear drums playing from within the city. It sounds like a distant rock concert. I can’t hear any of the instruments, but the drums would be audible furthest away anyhow. My imagination seems to fill-in guitars and vocals in the background though I can’t quite hear what the words are. Roland asks if I’m OK? For some reason I don’t just say yeah. For some reason I say that Eddy got out of his prison that was heroin addiction, Susanna got out of her prison from her mental illness, and yet I’m still in mine, I guess you could call the dreams a work release program? And there’s no escape pending. Roland says we are all in a prison of some kind. He says he did not choose the quest for the tower, it chose him. He may have preferred to settle down, there was a woman he knew long ago he would’ve liked spend the rest of his life with. That’s not what Ka had in store. At the same time, there’s no reason to give up. There’s no telling when a door might open up into my prison or his prison and let us out.
      lucid , non-lucid
    6. The Dark Tower – River Crossing

      by , Today at 06:04 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 12-14

      The Dark Tower – River Crossing

      I am with Roland, Susanna, Eddie, Jake, MoSh. We are all making our way along a very old road. In the distance up ahead I can see what looks like a city. It looks like the type of city I would see in my own world, but it is clear that is not where we are. Eddie seems to think it looks like New York. I am not sure what city it could be, but I get a bad feeling about it. Part of me thinks we should go around it, but another part says there we have a train to catch there. We cannot go around. Before we get there however, we approach a small town. The town looks to be abandoned with many buildings that are falling down. Roland however says that he has a feeling there are people there. Eddie asked if they’re friendly? Roland asks if a strange dog may bite? In other words, he doesn’t know. We start making our way through the town at a rather slow pace. The purpose is so that they don’t feel threatened by a quick approach, but also we don’t look like we’re scared and easy targets. We come to an intersection. It crosses at right angles to the one we’re on. Roland picks up a rock and throws it at a metal box that’s hanging over the street. There is a loud clang, a bell rings, and a flag pops out of the box. It is a green flag that says go. Eddie thinks it is an old version of a street light, Susanna thinks that Roland just did something stupid, MoSh seems occupied with something that he sees off to the left. He is looking at what appears to be a large courthouse or church.

      As MoSh is watching the building, a couple of people emerge. One of them is an old man, and he is leading an old woman. The old woman seems hesitant and nervous, but the old man seems quite excited to see us. The old woman keeps asking if we are harriers? The old man says no, he’s never seen a harrier with a weapon like that. He is indicating the guns sticking out of Roland’s holsters. The ones with the sandal wood grips, clearly they are distinct weapons of a gunslinger. We approach the two, and the man looks at the guns in awe. He says that we are no harriers, but there is a gunslinger with us. Roland speaks to them in a very respectful manner. I think he is using what they call the high speech, but I can’t be sure since my translator translates everything pretty much equally. As he speaks to them, the old woman’s face lights up. She says that he is a gunslinger. I take a closer look at her and see that she has no eyes. That is how come she did not know for sure he was a gunslinger until she heard him speak. Roland lets the blind woman feel one of the guns. We follow the old people back through the courthouse. Behind it there is a hidden oasis. They have a beautiful garden back there, and I can see they also have areas where they grow their own crops. They keep it all well hidden from the main streets so that roving harriers do not become aware of it.

      There is some more old people there. Two of them are twins, and the first thing that pops into my mind are Fred and George Weasley when they tried to cross Dumbledore‘s age line and became old. There is an elderly woman there who seems to be their leader. She is no doubt the village elder. She asked us if we will come break bread with them, and then palaver. She says she can see we are on a quest, though she knows not what we are seeking. Roland says that we are seeking the Dark Tower. She makes the sign of an evil eye, and says that is an accursed place. She says no one who has gone seeking the Dark Tower has ever returned. I feel like telling her that we are going to change that, but I don’t see the point. I noticed that MoSh is talking to a couple of the people. I can’t hear what he saying though. At this point the elder and one of the some of the others lead us through into a beautiful garden. It is here that we sit down and prepare to have our meal. There are no seats or tables, but it is very nice setting. The woman who is the leader announces our presence to everyone who is gathered. She announces Roland’s arrival as the return of the light. It is clear they hold gunslingers and very high esteem.

      The meal, which proves to be a wonderful thing, starts off with a drink that is some kind of a spiced cider. Roland warrens Jake not to drink much or will be carrying him out. I don’t generally like alcohol, but the stuffs pretty good. I noticed for the first time that there is a Billy Bumbler following Jake around. I hadn’t noticed Oy was with us. The people bring us food, and I feel rather bad about eating any of it since I don’t really need to eat in the dream state. But that seems like a rather lengthy thing to try to explain to them, and if I don’t explain and just refused to eat I’ll appear rude. So I decided at some point after this I will restore some of their food supply in exchange. I guess it’s a good thing that I came to an acceptance of eating some of their food because the desert is some kind of amazing cake that I don’t think I could’ve said no to. Soon in the meal is done, as if to announce its completion Eddie let out a loud burp that is acepted as a complement to the chef. The chef deserve lots of compliments. Then most everyone else leaves, because they say it’s time to palaver. The elder is asking if we won’t stay the night, but Roland seems to think we need to move on quickly. They’re also suggesting that we should go around the city, which they have named blood, but Jake seems convinced that we have to go through it. I remember from the books that we have a train to catch.

      The rest of the time is spent exchanging stories and getting as much information about Ludd as possible. There is a single bridge leading in, and once inside there are two groups, the Greys and the Pubes that are always fighting and will no doubt both want to take Jake. There is also talk of Blaine the Monorail. Stories of this train indicate it can go faster than the speed of sound. These people tell of seeing it go by on the railway in the distance and then hearing a huge explosion shortly after it passed, which sounds like a sonic boom to me. They say the train hasn’t traveled for many years, though they can’t seem to agree on how many years. The blind woman insists she has heard a train leaving Ludd and heading in the opposite direction. While the other people in the town don’t seem to believe her, I am thinking she is right… being blind would enhance her hearing and if the wind was blowing right she might have heard even the distant sounds of the train leaving. My mind has wandered somewhat while listening, and I notice MoSh is nowhere to be seen… I wonder if he wandered off or woke up. I don’t have much time to wonder before I wake up.
    7. Glory of Love

      by , Today at 06:02 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 12-12

      Glory of Love

      I dreamed of Altaïr. Nothing much happened during the dream, at least not action wise. But Altaïr wants to get married. Although the bigger question is why in the world would he choose me? He says the one thing he would like to do more than anything else would be to find a way for me to get physically out of this dimension. He says using door that is death is not acceptable, but a door like the one on Roland’s beach or in the haunted house would be. He says that if he can’t get me out of this world, then he’d rather come here. To have the chance to prove that I’m wrong. Prove that I’m wrong when I say that no one out here could ever love me. Prove that I’m wrong when I think there is no love left in this world. And if that second part somehow proves to be true, then he wants to bring love back through the love that he feels for me. I just fail to see how that’s possible considering I’m so fat ugly out here. But he is said he doesn’t care how fat I manage to get, and he says he could never see me as ugly. Besides, he seems to think I might still be able to learn at least some of what it takes to be an assassin, including parkour, and he says that there’s a lot of exercise in doing that. And, of course, doing it with him would be fun. I wish I could. There is no way of making that a reality. I’m stuck here, and he stuck there. Although I wouldn’t consider him stuck.

      Altaïr is singing a song to me. That seems surprising at first, but I think he knows very well that I am more receptive to music than to normal talk. “Tonight it's very clear, as we're both standing here, there's so many things I want to say. I will always love you, I will never leave you alone…. I am a man who will fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love. You keep me standing tall, you help me through it all, I'm always strong when you're beside me. I have always needed you, I could never make it alone. I am a man who would fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing togetherthat we did it all for the glory of love. Like a knight in shining armor, from a long time ago. Just in time I will save the day, and take you to my castle far away…” It enters my mind that Masyaf could be considered a castle… so he really does have a castle! Now if only he could really take me there… “I am a man who would fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love.”

      Altaïr repeats that he wants to get married, even if it can be only in his home world. He wants to get married at Masyaf, to literally take me to his castle. He says we should do it, and invite everyone we know that we can trust and share dreams with and everyone we know from the dream state that we can trust, there’s room at Masyaf! I’m not really sure what to say, I have realized I’ll never get married in the physical world, but doing it in the dream worlds… Altaïr says he thinks my birthday would be the perfect time to do it. He says to at least think about it. I don’t need time to think about it… my answer is yes… YES!
    8. Race to the Treasure (with Laverne & Shirley)

      by , Yesterday at 10:23 AM
      Morning of December 15, 2017. Friday.

      In my dream, Cubitis is featured, though impossibly, the front yard is covered with ice and snow. (I have not lived in or been to Cubitis in real life since 1978, though it remains a common setting in my dreams to this day.) My dream self is not fully aware of the past status of Cubitis, though. It is rendered more as an incidental setting than having real-life associations with my childhood and teenage years.

      I am vaguely aware of my conscious self identity but not of my present address or recent personal history. There is a treasure hunt occurring. I am a part of it, though seemingly not a main participant. Laverne and Shirley as the television characters in the original series are present. They seem to be two of the main participants.

      There is a vivid and otherwise realistic segment where a life-size version of the Matchbox car Alvis Stalwart BP Exploration Vehicle is present. It approaches from the northwest. It is somehow functioning as a snowplow. It is nighttime. I am amazed by its size and power, though I am not sure who is driving it. (I know they are one of the treasure hunt participants.) The loud noise it makes is vivid. I know I have to get to where the treasure might be before it catches up, though I am only walking fast. Despite the snow and ice, I do not feel very cold. At one point as I am moving through the area towards the south, still just south of the front yard of the Cubitis house, the headlights of the vehicle shine on me a couple times. I try to dodge their beam, yet I do not feel that much concern. (This is likely a subliminal factor of being vaguely aware of daybreak and not wanting to wake up yet.)

      Eventually, even though I am still outside, I come to an area that looks somewhat like a large hall of a house, though it is still implied to be an outside area. (By way of real-life comparison, it is probably where the south neighbor’s carport would have been.) I notice fast food wrappers and some papers among piles of books (emergent consciousness symbol) and other items to my left. Laverne and Shirley seem confident about finding the treasure at this point. There may be a letter from someone, or another clue, revealing where it is.

      I realize that we are nearing the end of the area that had been designated as part of the treasure hunt. I wonder if the exploration vehicle is still somewhere nearby. My dream’s setting, still implied to be part of the outside treasure hunt, is now actually a bedroom, though with at least one wall (and possibly the ceiling) missing.

      Laverne and Shirley are now annoyed that the treasure may actually not exist. However, I soon notice an A4-size transparent plastic envelope that is full of shiny gold coins. It is vertically upright and pressed against the south wall just behind some other items. They look like Australian two-dollar coins, though I am aware that they are twenty-dollar coins. Laverne and Shirley are sitting on the bed at this point. I give it to Laverne and soon notice another container of even more gold coins. It resembles the A4-size plastic box that we keep some documents in, though this one is more transparent. I ask Laverne if I can have some of the coins, not considering that they should all be mine anyway, as I am the one who found them. She cheerfully agrees that I should have at least some of them. I awake while looking at the supposed twenty-dollar coins sliding out of the first container onto the center of the bed, ready to be counted. (The bed is oriented from east to west. Its association with where it would be in respect to where my dream started is unknown.)

      The lifelong recurring dream distortion of outdoors transforming ambiguously into a setting of partial indoors appearance or implication towards waking:

      The reason for this seems obvious. Many dream settings have a bilocated essence (especially in the last scene) but also sometimes transform illogically from an outdoor setting into an indoor setting without the dream self (personified subconscious) paying any attention to the impossible change. It seems natural that this happens as the emergent consciousness becomes more active and aware of recent memory and consequently, with obvious but subliminal realization of being in a house in reality, which becomes rendered as such during a sustained waking transition.

      More so, many of my dreams end with more defined dream state indication, in this case, the common “returning to bed” prompt. (Even so, there are sometimes literally prescient threads synthesized into the event, two recent ones for me being precognition relating to our oldest son becoming very ill and another dream that was precognitive of our roof tearing off, resulting in an indoor rainstorm and having to endure a noisy tarpaulin over our house for more than a month now.)

      Not television influence but song influence as dream state indicator:

      The “Laverne & Shirley” influence is likely unrelated to the television show other than the incidental presence of the characters. This is more about dream state indicators, which are very common in my dreams. A dream state indicator (or dream sign as I personally use the term) is a remnant of conscious self association with dreaming and being unconscious (not necessarily recent) carried over into dreams without active lucidity. There are different levels, for example, first-level dream state indicators of beds, being undressed in public (as one does not typically remain dressed while sleeping), not wearing shoes, and many more. In this case, it is song memory, which is more likely to influence the unconscious than stated affirmations. The line is “We’re going to make our dreams come true”. I have not seen the show in many years.

      The unexpected connection to real life:

      The Matchbox car I dreamt of yesterday (the flatbed truck with the house on back, listed as “Truck with Site Office”) as its status as a Matchbox car (though there were two in my dream of different colors of which I explained in that entry) and the Matchbox car of this morning’s dream, which appeared as a life-size vehicle (listed as “Alvis Stalwart” BP Exploration Vehicle), happen to be number 60 and number 61 (following the order they appeared in my dreams on two consecutive days). The question is…why? I have not owned, held, or even seen these toys in real life for nearly forty years that I know of. (I may have seen images on the Internet, but that would not have been for some time. Our children have Matchbox cars, but mostly only the newer ones.) The enigmas that my dreams render have always fascinated me, especially dreaming in every specific detail possible of Zsuzsanna in my childhood years, long before we met and married in real life. A joyful puzzle these Matchbox cars present, possibly. As a child in elementary school, I was in the playground one morning when my best friend Toby crossed the street from the front lawn of the school building. He was rolling the Matchbox car BP vehicle over his face, seeming very intent on showing it off. I already had one like it, having gotten it weeks previously, but I did not tell him at the time.

    9. Halloween-themed dream

      by , Yesterday at 02:37 AM (BahamutZERO's dreams)
      Wow, it's been quite some time since I wrote things in here! I've gained a renewed interest in journaling my dreams lately. My mind got a bit rusty on recalling at this point, so I can't recall as many details for certain as I used to. So let's see how that evolves.

      I had a dream last night that seemed to be all about halloween and horror. The color scheme was very dull and bordered on black-and-white. It featured me, my sister and my friend from Hungary. We were dressing up, but I only clearly remember that the friend was dressed up as Dracula. (I watched the Dracula movie from the '30s a couple weeks ago, perhaps there's a relation to that)
      There was also a rather disturbing scene where we were driving in a dark forest in a car, and the car had a towing crane. In front of the car was my sister dangling on the hook of crane, wrapped in bandages and writhing in pain. We didn't seem to be particularly bothered by it.

      Well, that's all for now!
    10. thugs

      by , 12-14-2017 at 06:02 PM
      I had a dream where someone was bullying me, I could feel the menace in the air and tried to move away and get in a car.
      But the guy just followed me then two of his friends appeared so I was kind of surrounded (or so it felt). They were leaning against my car in sand coloured overcoats, so I couldn't get it. At this point I lost it and hit their heads off the car killing them. I then throw them over the edge of a bridge into the river below but thought they might be found to easily so I brought them back to life and brainwashed them and the other guy into not being a pain/forgetting everything.
      Next I was in a small room, I often get this in dreams, a room where there feels to be no room! the walls and everything were squashed up.
      Tags: bully, water, white
    11. Dream - Sayonara Lucid Dreamer

      by , 12-14-2017 at 01:44 PM
      Date of Dream: THU 14 DEC - 2017

      This is a bit of a different journal entry. Some aspects in this entry are recaps of specific events in waking life, due to my so short lucid dreams. I am not classifying this as a lucid dream as it does not meet my criteria.

      Dream No. 242 - Sayonara Lucid Dreamer

      As this journal has been written at night time, I've completely forgotten the non-lucid aspect of my dreams. The first lucid took place right at the end of the non-lucid dream. I was at my other grandma's house when I raised my hand in front of me and noticed six short fingers. Straight away I said to myself “I'm lucid. Yes I'm aware that I'm dreaming now”. As usual, the next stage of the lucid dream was to call for Dreamy WB who is my dream guide. I was diligent in calling for her but then the dream starts playing up on me!

      Yes, the dream actually starts blurring in this wave-like motion, like with water in a lake. I notice the dream is trying to kick me out and so I say to myself, “You must stay asleep”. No matter what I did, it's like the dream and I were wrestling and the dream won in the end. I discovered that I woke up in the early hours of night, around 1:45 AM. I found out that through the course of the night, I tried to enter lucidity another three times but got kicked out immediately for all of them.

      In one of the four attempts, I think it was either number two or three, I actually got to Dreamy WB in person shortly before being kicked out so I was able to make note of her appearance. She had her hair tied back into a frizzy pigtail and was wearing a light blue, short sleeved t-shirt with plain black shorts... I didn't pay attention to what she was wearing on her feet.

      It was 9:30 in the morning when the last dream got the better of me. Since then, I gave up and decided to stay awake, preparing my thoughts for the day ahead.

      Dream Trophies Achieved:
      - None
    12. Return Flight Waking Symbolism RESOURCE 03 of 12

      by , 12-14-2017 at 11:47 AM
      Afternoon of December 13, 2017. Wednesday. (This will remain predated to the year 1000 range to remain at the bottom of my journal on the dream journal website only.)

      In the first part of this series, I gave some information of what actually causes Return Flight Waking Symbolism (one of the most common forms of dream symbolism) to be rendered. In the second part, I gave various examples of how unique a particular dream can be despite having the same foundation of cause and meaning.

      As with other dream types, the only relevance to waking life would be in threads of literal prescience. Do the specific threads that render a dream have a reason to be rendered as they are? If so, in what way and to what percentage? To what extent of biological hierarchy? The personified preconscious is only dominant in the final dream of a sleeping period (other than when environmental noise or physical need triggers the RAS mediation). Much of the symbolism can be typified as being “outward” or “inward”. This is like the same levels of consciousness patterns when awake. (In fact, it is virtually the same mechanism in dynamics, only less connected to the conscious self in unconsciousness.)

      When one is awake, they can make the decision, even in semi-consciousness, of whether to wake up fully (and physically get up) or relax, let go, and sleep. There is a point however, in liminal space (and when on the threshold of unconsciousness), where this active choice becomes indiscernible (and infeasible). This is, in fact, what the preconscious actually is in its personified form in the dream state. It should be fairly obvious and easy to understand, regardless of those who lack understanding of what a dream is, in their pretending it relates to some sort of real-life “conflict” (which may be coincidentally the case at times, but then, most people have conflict at one time or another, and even so, a dream would certainly not “solve” such an issue). It is true that the preconscious band uses such personas though, to generate enough emotion to alert the dreamer to where they enter the waking transition (out of biological necessity). In my case though, the preconscious being someone I actually know is quite rare. It is often a celebrity or a complete unknown playing the same role with the same mood and essence throughout tens of thousands of dreams, and has been as such since early childhood.

      Return Flight Waking Symbolism does not always use all bands of unconsciousness in the hierarchy. Every dream is unique.

      RAS (Reticular Activating System) is the biological bridge between the conscious self and the fictional ephemeral dream self. The vestibular system is the foundation for subliminal associations with flight in virtually infinite ways, which may or may not have any relevance to waking life. How is it that people who pretend to understand dreams lack the basic understanding of their own mind and anatomy? It is a wonder, is it not? Because RAS becomes personified in the majority of my final dreams of a sleeping period, it is certainly also possible for events such as physical pain to become personified, or emotions such as love. This can be determined by the dynamics of the dream, if one actually understands that which creates the dream. It is really not that difficult. I will write about all this to a better extent in another series, but for now, this series is mainly for Return Flight Waking Symbolism and the possible reasons for so many variations.

      Looking at dreams such as “I, Quetzalcoatl” from June 17, 1994 tells me that dreams can synthesize virtually any patterns into one. In this dream, I see myself as the feathered serpent when looking into a mirror, though still with primarily human form. I find my appearance fascinating, though I am also growing in lucidity. I have feathers for hair and a face that is somewhat snakelike. This automatically tells me that the core RAS alert (snake) is combining with the vestibular system’s association with flight. (In fact, I suspect that this is where the “feathered serpent” concept came from in the first place in so-called primitive societies.)

      Still, there are comical examples of mixing symbolism in an anthropomorphic sense. Two dreams immediately come to mind. “A Parade of Bird People” from October 2, 1976 and “Four Mimes and a Ma’am” from September 17, 2016. In both dreams, people parade around, moving their arms up and down, otherwise pretending to be birdlike. Most notably in the second dream, there was a clear association (in conscious afterthought only) that I should have realized this symbolism to trigger lucidity, but this often does not work due to the nature of liminal space (waking space) as explained above.

      Is there a specific reason for the dream self to be integrated into the flight association (for example, flying under one’s own will, being on an airplane, or being birdlike) than when perceiving another dream character as such? The reason may only have to do with how far one is within the waking space or how much neural energy is attentive to the vestibular system. And of course, this also relates to how subliminally willing one is to wake and face the day.

      In my own non-lucid dreams, I often take to the air as if it was the most natural act to perform. I have so many dream-based memories of the desire to fly over vacant streets at night and doing so, to “sleep” in trees, often only wearing a cloak or a bed sheet. Every now and then, I am followed by an “enemy”. This does not mean there is conflict in my waking life or that I am trying to “avoid” someone or something. Use your head. The preconscious is there to make sure I wake in a timely manner. If one does not wake, they die. If RAS fails, for whatever reason, you become zombie-like (for lack of a better word) in real life. Having been annoyed so often by the insane misinformation (or the empty-headed attempts at “interpretation” on posts where I have already fully explained my dream and its background) that unfortunately rules the subject of dreams in today’s society; I can only write what I know.

      In part 2, I wrote about “The Buzzard’s Beak” from October 4, 1969. Here I will add a similar waking event, “Sacred Grouse” from April 10, 1976. In “The Buzzard’s Beak”, I sat down with my back against the bird as its beak stabbed me in the lower back, causing the waking back spasm event. In “Sacred Grouse”, I absentmindedly just somehow fell to the ground with the same sensation, but it is somewhat sustained. In this case, it is the bird’s body, not the beak that I perceive as the pressure and waking trigger. Is there ultimately any life-related difference between these two dreams? With the former, I was typically wary of buzzards in apex lucidity as well as in non-lucid dreams, though not really giving it that much thought in reality (as I had only a vague wariness of buzzards in childhood, which was apparently more than enough for RAS mediation to utilize this vague fear and augment it as the waking trigger). In “Sacred Grouse”, however, despite its vividness, I did not achieve lucidity. Still, my father raised quail in real life at the time, though not the large birds seen in my dream. In both dreams however, there was the same perception of having crushed something against my lower back. In “The Buzzard’s Beak”, I had believed I had harmed my cat in reality after waking. There was no actual lump there. In “Sacred Grouse”, I had believed I had crushed the bird upon falling on it while still in my dream. Of course, nothing was really crushed in either case. Both dreams are merely the premonitory rendering of the waking event, the lower back “jab”, that only some people experience, apparently.

      For additional information, see books such as “Waking and the Reticular Activating System in Health and Disease”.

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    13. Comparing Matchbox Cars on Barolin Street Porch

      by , 12-14-2017 at 07:40 AM
      Morning of December 14, 2017. Thursday.

      The first part of my dream is unremembered other than undefined patterns of passive family activity. My dream self (personified subconscious) is already in the waking space when my dream becomes clear and vivid.

      The typical waking space is rendered as a porch (my most common real-time liminal space symbol since early childhood, which symbolizes a specific state of unconsciousness between dreaming and waking), although it is the Barolin Street house’s porch. We have not lived there since the beginning of 2008. The personified subconscious has no concept of time or space (or any critical thinking skills). As a result, I do not regard this error of residence and accept it as our “real” and present home. I am uncertain of the implied time, though it seems to be night.

      Three unknown visitors are at the porch door, which is open; two males and a female. However, the entrance to the porch is incorrectly rendered on the south end rather than its real location at the front, which is east. In the role of my personified subconscious (which is just a distorted filter, not a “mind” with any semblance of intellect), I do not “know” anything, and accept it as “real”.

      I do not see the three visitors as intruders, which means that my dream self (at least at this specific point) is ready to coalesce back into waking consciousness. (This is a subliminal mechanism. I am not lucid.) They start to talk about a dead fish that is on its right side (facing east) on the inner porch ledge. It is to my right when facing the doorway.

      The dead fish is a mooneye. (I have not seen a mooneye in real life since 1990.) Although I am not fully aware of this symbolism while still in my dream, there are four distinct levels of meaning. One, it is an artifact of water lowering waking symbolism (though there is no recall of water induction and no apparent WLWS in this particular dream, making it implied by habit without the direct discernment). Two, it means my glymphatic system’s functions are starting to lessen in nearing waking. Three, because it is a mooneye, and is dead, it is an association with nearing daybreak (waking transition; the sun symbolizing the conscious self while the moon symbolizes the dream self). Four, it is a symbol of my physical body being asleep, though its being on the right side is seemingly a subliminal warning that I may be on my right side in reality. (Though I do not recall having turned over during my sleep. I usually sleep on my left side for health reasons, as the stomach naturally hangs to the left and other systems operate better in this orientation.)

      I am not sure what to say to them about the dead fish. I do not perceive it as unusual, but I hold no recall of how it came to be there. I mention to the three unknown people who stand just outside the doorway that “some are big enough to eat”, but they start talking about roe (fish eggs). Still, they do not seem that interested in the mooneye for such a source.

      Meanwhile, I am closely looking at some Matchbox cars while standing near the center of the porch. Two of them are similar. I gaze at them with full intent. They are flatbed trucks (“flatbed” as being a dream state indicator as a play on being in bed). Each holds a small house. (The basic design is the same as one I had in real life as a boy, though it looks about twice as big, though my view in my dreams often magnifies what I am looking at.) I continue to stare at them, deliberately ignoring the three people just outside the doorway. One is mostly blue (that is, both the truck and the house) and one is mostly pale orange. (In reality, the truck was blue and the house was orange.)

      I continue to gaze at the two trucks. I notice a detail of where the house’s window frames (in their vertical appearance and detail) and the vertical borders of the truck’s windows (looking at them from the side as they are facing right) are slightly closer to the front in one than in the other. (This relates to subliminal awareness of nearing my dream’s exit point, and waking symbolism is typically oriented to the right).

      From here, I am suddenly aware that the three people are coming onto the porch. I teleport to the end of the porch and slam the door on them (indicative of the subliminal desire to remain asleep for a little longer). However, I notice that someone had left a set of keys on a table to the right of the door (even though there is no recall of the other people having been inside the porch). I open the door manually, apologizing. The female comes in and gets her keys and leaves again, the door remaining open as I wake.

      This dream has the dynamics of the typical waking space scenario, common on a regular basis since early childhood. The other three characters were, in upward hierarchy order, the personified preconscious, the personified interconsciousness, and the emergent consciousness. In this case, the emergent consciousness symbol was an unrecognized (while in the dream state) form of Zsuzsanna. She is the only one (other than our children) allowed to have “keys” to other levels of my unconsciousness. This is typical doorway waking symbolism, a door representing either the dream’s exit point or in some cases, access to apex lucidity and extraordinarily vivid automatic control of the dream state (and “summoning” mode, whereby all dream characters fully serve the dreamer via conscious self will), which for whatever reason, many people apparently cannot do. It may relate to my advanced understanding of the dream state since early childhood (and never falling victim to the fallacy of “interpretation”), whereby the majority of people totally lack the knowledge of what a dream actually is. I should also include here that, the large Barolin Street house was actually moved, via trucks, to a new location after we moved in 2008. Thus, this feature is also a subliminal thread of real-life factors of the past - of which I did not realize while in the dream state, even though it was probably meant to be an interconsciousness clue that I was in the dream state.

    14. Knees Weak, Arms Not Heavy, and Vomiting Up Mom's Spaghetti

      by , 12-14-2017 at 04:00 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 6:00 AM

      Fell back asleep at: 6:00 AM

      Woke up,again, at: 7:00 AM


      I'm in my room, reading notes on this particular bug that, if ingested, could cause a slow and painful death. The scientists shown on the paper are Albert Einstein and Michio Kako for some reason, though both aren't exactly biologists. They both have opposing viewpoints: With Einstein's being grim and Kako's being optimistic.

      I'm drinking out of a cup of water and there I eat it. I accidentally swallowed the nightmarish bug, causing my body to slowly go limp. I inch out of my bedroom and make my way over to the restroom. I can barely stand on my own two feet, and slowly approaching death's bed.

      I look in the mirror, a foggy one. The whole room was humid. Someone probably took a shower before me. Anyway, I wipe off the fog from the mirror and see myself, barely keeping my head up above the sink, with droopy eyelids that show the tissue behind them.

      Then I wake up.


      1. A very vivid dream. I remember waking up with a sense of dread today and it took a few hours for it to wear off.
    15. My Subconscious Basically Tells Me To Get My Life Together

      by , 12-13-2017 at 05:21 PM (Journals From The Void)
      My school does a career presentation on space. However, the presentation is actually just a three minute YouTube video that I’d supposedly previously seen in (third?) grade, so I do not pay any attention to the video. My princip comes up and scolds me rather harshly about this.

      Later, I see a claw machine at the entrance to the school. “Clever bastards,” I said. They had made he claw machine so that you could only view it through one place, preventing me from judging the location of the claw if I were to choose to play.

      My science teacher and I go outside. It’s raining. I stick my tongue out, and it begins to genuinely sting as though it were beginning to freeze.

      I say something to my science teacher, and and run to the entrance of the school, open laptop in hand. It gets wet, and the frame begins to bend.

      I wake up.

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      This dream, though unspectacular, was interesting to me for a variety of reasons.

      1) The dream basically called me out on my laziness.
      2) It was a rather logically set story
      3) I actually felt pain, which is the first time I’ve ever actually used any sense other than sight and sound in a nonlucid dream.
      Tags: pain
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