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3/4/17
Fragment: picking between two girls, in a country town
Dream 1: I was walking around outside an orthodox church near a train station. I think there was a man their guiding me through the car park.
Dream 2: Jordan Peterson a victim of identity theft, but a ton of people so called divinity theft

I was riding in a car with a friend. We got pulled over by another car and then my friend got out to give them something. I feel something is wrong so I pull a shotgun from the backseat and point it towards the rear window. My friend holds something up and the people in the car behind us open gunfire. I don't hesitate; I know my friend is a goner. I hop into the driver's side and floor it. I am in the middle of this damn field. I swerve and turn around gravel roads to outrun the pursuers. The car starts to slow to a crawl. I hop out of the car and start to run full speed.

Later in the dream I find out I am being pursued by three teenage girls. One of them I later find out had a penis. These teenage girls had some type of regenerative ability similar to something out of Resident Evil. I remember the end of the dream had me and the three girls in a standoff in some greenhouse location. One of them was wielding a blunt weapon. There are gardening tools in between us so I lunge forward and grab a sledge hammer off the ground. I viciously attack the girl in the skirt who could barely feel pain due to her monstrous ability. I go berserk in beating her over and over again.

As for the teenage girl that had a penis.....I knew this because, out of the blue, xe/xir nonchalantly tried to "establish dominance" by flashing and humping me.


Hammer Smash Face.

The End.

Meditation = Vivid Dreams??

I was walking down the hallway until i noticed a door. I can't remember how the door looked, but i went inside and realized it was a challenge room. I immediately turned back, remembering previous orokin challenges i had in dreams. The door closed and locked before i could escape, and the challenge had started. There was a console in the middle, and the entire room was ornate gold, lots of golden pipes running through the walls. It was a white-gold color. The ticking of a clock started slow, and escalated to the normal clock ticking speed. I stood still, the timer (60 Seconds) in the corner of my eye started going down. I ran around frantically looking for some way to get out. I noticed that the more i moved around, the slower the timer went down. I started to jump, each fall like a slow, low-gravity descend to the ground. This seemed to be the best way to treat the timer.
I heard a ding noise, along with some mechanical whooshing. There was a door opposite to the one i had entered from, which had opened along with the entry door. The doors shot up into the ceiling like a high-tech door would. I went inside the new door, to find some Akaviri weapons on the ground. I picked up the dagger. It looked strangely low-resolution, but that didn't seem to bother me. Suddenly, three skeletons appeared even further into the room, with more of the weapons. I fought them all, the combat seemed to work like it does in the Elder Scrolls; Oblivion. That was also weird, and i couldn't even feel any movements i was making during the fight.
After less than a minute of that, i woke up to my alarm.

Zombies

I remember being on the moon with someone who may have been Raven Knight, we were practicing some special moves on a horde of zombies. Not many details i can recall.

Dog FA

I was lying awake for real and nodded off with my dog at the end of the bed who was also asleep. I had a FA in a dream version of the bed and the dream dog lifted his head and smiled at me and I remember he had a funny face.

Bus

I am at a greyhound bus terminal. I think I am going to Edmonton. I board it and sit down. It pulls onto a large highway. I just fall asleep on the bus feeling the motion of a bus. I feel it enter a large turnpike and can feel the force of the bus turning. For some reason it's very relaxing so I sleep.

Wrong Convention

I'm in some sort of large conference area. I take my seat beside a bunch of young people. In the middle of the room I see a display that says, "Dr. Who". I get excited. But instead of Capaldi, Matt smith, or any others that play The doctor. Some black guy in a suit comes out and starts talking in a microphone. He says this is not a Harry Potter convention so everyone has to give up their fake wands. People groan and pull out fake multi colored plastic wands while a security guard collects them in a bucket.

Balcony problems

Brief memory of stepping onto a balcony for a smoke. The gravity seemed heavy and I kept almost falling off the balcony.

School and Starcraft

I'm in a school playing a weird starcraft game with A and E. They don't seem to interested however and leave the game. I am surrounded by terran armies and siege tanks. I get up from the game and the mini armies follow me so I stomp on them with my foot.

We go in for another game and this time E seems to be helping me. I remember looking at her blue eyes at some point and becoming transfixed.

some time later I pick up a sketchbook that belongs to A and then E says I should really look at it because I will find it interesting. I flip through pages of lame stickfigures. Then on one drawing is a nicely realistic drawing of me. and below is a caption saying, "I love this guy." I flip through more and find more journal entries of her saying she has a big crush on me. E giggles at these entries and I say this is impossible. A says she hates me all the time and frankly I don't like her much, what kind of fake news is this?

Killed by Hit Girl

I'm wandering in some apartment building going up a flight of stairs. My vision zooms out and I'm watching a movie or something with Tommy lee Jones in it. He breaks into the apartment he's looking for and corners some guy. The guy speaks and I realize it's that DG from my lucid who I fired. Tommy pulls out a gun and moves towards him, "I wouldn't do that If I were you." Joe cool DG says. Tommy moves toward him again and I see a sharp sword come out of his chest. He slowly turns around and I see Hit Girl from Kick Ass is the one with the sword. He stares at her for a moment in dis belief when something like water starts pouring from his wound. He falls on the floor and begins shuddering and sobbing while the water turns blood colored and goes all over the floor. I wake up here.

Dream Cookies

Dream frag of standing in a kitchen while Asuka pulls out a pan of fresh cookies. I go to eat one but my vision goes all grey and pixelated and then I wake up.

First thing I recall is following a group of three. One of them is a girl with brown hair. My vision is going to black. I calm down and look at my feet. I stay in. The group stops. Dream trying to end?
"Letaali? Letaali! Are you still in?!" the girl yells my real name.
"Yeah...yeah." I answer. For how long, remained to be seen.
"Say the phrase so I know you're in!" She continues to yell at me, she sounds honestly worried.
Phrase? I think for a second and then start repeating "I'm in a dream...I'm in a dream..." As I do, I become lucid, at least for a moment.

Thanks to false memory from before I was lucid, I believe I was in another dreamer's mind with the group. We used a computer to enter a digital world connected to the dreamer. My lucidity ended very fast when I suddenly fell through a digital wormhole.

I was in a black and white world. A Finnish town? No electricity, so this was a long long time ago. It was night and there was a sauna inside the church on the hill. Town people used it. A fire spread from it. Two people yelled at each other on the street while the church continued to burn. I tried to recognize people from their surname and looks. I was just an observer. I was pulled out of the world.

I'm in a room full of computers. My connection was severed. My team is there and the girl helps me create a new connection. They have a very complicated machine that creates a "fingerprint" for me. It's a metallic box that allows me to connect again and keeps my mind safe from attacks. While I'm setting up again, there's a dude in the room who has a superpower. His mom is in the room too. She talks about her son's power. Apparently he's some sort of "Painter" and once he unlocks his true power, he doesn't need a partner.

I love it when DCs try to help me become lucid.

I woke up today after a shattering emotional experience. Arshia turned me into the police, along with years of observations and accusations of strange and heinous crimes I had committed, of which only a single one was true. He ruined my life. I cried throughout the dream.

There was one moment where I said out loud, "I have been slipping into complacency with my life, and this tragic experience has reminded me how good freedom feels, but also how much I have taken it for granted."

Choose life.

I was in my city, around two third of my dream I was not lucid. It began at home ,then at a point I found myself on a train ,traveling in my city towards the centre of city,
Then suddenly I realized that I am on a train and stop quickly, people are sitting around me but they didnt see me, no one was looking at me.
Then I start to have doubts, why am I on a train? Wheres mom( )? Where are we going ? Soon I found mom. Then the train stopped in my city, near the place i was living , between two lines of apartments, the ground was covered in grass, even the train tracks. It was beautiful , there was trees too.
Then I got off the train, mom didnt seem to mind, and started to analyze the place because at this point I started to think that this may be in fact a dream.
I looked around, and everything seemed to be in place, or so I thought, because nothing was, the street was similar to the city irl but there was some heavy differences, but my dream memory meshed in with the real life memory, and perceived the places real, I even remembered the little chairs i found between two apartment , and that i used those to measure distance between the two buildings, but that was actually from a dream, where I was measuring the distance between those apartments , so when i will be in dream, i will realize that i dream because of the differences between the real life and dream place(little did I know taht i was in a dream here) .
So I thinked, that yes , I may be in reality, but I dont remember how or why i got here, and so I stayed suspicious. I also felt that dream feeling, I feel no pain or any remotely bad feeling, the temperature is ideal(it never is ) everything is too comfy. Decided to do a reality check ,but with telekinesis, found a little trashcan and raised it up. And so I knew that I am in a dream. It was really vivid.
I started to walk on the city, thinking of what should I do, then the idea came : meet with the dream guide. But I also reminded myself of not to get carried away with superpowers and such because that may result in the end of the dream.(I'm a rookie , even if i do this for years at this point , but I've never had a lucid dream more than a few short minutes or one where i had good control )
I walked around on the street and then, I suddenly found myself on the main square of the district.
Now the weather was still fine , but there was clouds, and the sky was a weird kind of greyish blue ,the sun has already set . I continued walking, and say " where are you , dream guide? I've been searching for you for ages ,yet nothing happened" .
Then a suspicious looking old man came, 40's style, he was a bit fat, had a khaki trenchcoat , hat ,and a brown\beige suit, and some other beige clothes. He didnt talk to me but went the same direction as I.
At this point I wake up because of pain in my back from lying too much on the same side.


I've realized that in dreams you have a 'dream memory' too ,and you can remember non lucid dreams you had in dreams. Or at least, I can.

Morning of April 3, 2017. Monday.



My dream begins with the usual water induction (which at least one lucid or semi-lucid dream of every night since early childhood begins with). A group of about seven unidentifiable female forms (though typically variations of Zsuzsanna) appears reflected in silhouette on the surface of the slowly rising water, but rather than any type of cheerful ritual (including healing affirmations or those of several other types), my dream shifts into where they are eventually on a boat. There is some sort of backstory regarding the journey but it is not clear. I “remember” that they are from the 1920s.

My dream shifts into a (false) waking stage (which includes minor physical anticipation of the falling sensation) though my lucidity becomes more instinctual (and shifts into non-lucid dream control after the next scene) even though my dream remains vivid. The liminal waking expectation fades and I shift back into my dream (without a false awakening - only the continuation of the original ocean theme).

I then see a few men from the 1920s on some sort of unlikely open train in the distance. I seem to be hovering above the ocean in an incorporeal state. The rickety train is carrying livestock and supplies. They are going up a very steep railway bridge but which is actually a rollercoaster rising up from the ocean. The top is incredibly steep, but the train somehow makes it over the peak safely and begins to slowly go down the other side. (I do not recognize that it is a rollercoaster and continue to associate it as a railway bridge.) This event is metaphorical for the false waking expectation - that is, going up a slope but then going over the other side with no mishap, fall, or collapse. As a result, I focus on the boat of girls again (of whom I now associate with relatives or ancestors), but soon realize that their boat is not present. I notice a number of other boats. I wonder if they have become lost (which of course is analogous of losing my lucidity).

I am then on a couch in a very distorted version of the Loomis Street house. For example, a bathroom replaces the small northeast bedroom and the couch is near the center of the living room facing south. The large television is against the south wall (though in reality it was always out from the east wall with the couch’s back against the south wall). Zsuzsanna is on my left as well as our two youngest children on her left. Very curiously, my brother Leonard (half-brother on my father’s side), of whom I have rarely dreamt of in my lifetime, is on my right. There is a very unusual loud squawking noise. It turns out to be a brownish pterodactyl crawling on a cliff made up of clusters of smooth boulders (though which looks more like boulders near the ocean shore). I am trying to work out if I am seeing this on the television or if we are somehow looking through a hole in the wall into the past. I contemplate whether or not the pterodactyl will fall off the cliff, as it is getting closer and closer to the edge. Something within my mind makes me realize that this is a waking prompt symbol (just as with the rollercoaster railway bridge in the previous scene) and my dream shifts without me being lucid for the second time (though this is likely because there is an ocean association, which can cause reinduction).

Soon, there is a scene of Egyptian “gladiators”. I think it odd that a sticker book Zsuzsanna and our children are looking at has images that exactly match the design of what the “gladiators” are wearing on the television. Leonard points out the advertising on the armor that a few of the Egyptians are wearing. I do not consider how ludicrous it is that ancient warriors would have modern commercial symbols and English writing on their armor. One of the symbols is the McDonald’s logo engraved on the armor just above the warrior’s waist. This is curious as it is made up of two upward and downward slopes so could be seen as a waking precursor symbol just as the earlier rollercoaster railway bridge of the similar shape. The phrase “phone home” is also engraved lower down on the armor. (This is hilarious as it symbolizes communication between dream self and subliminal threads of conscious self identity, yet once again, I do not catch the dream dynamic).

My dream then shifts into vivid liminal space. I find myself walking out onto the porch (most common liminal space setting and often the last setting in a dream due to its nature). A group of unfamiliar people wearing fancy clothes from the 1920s are seated in at least three locations. Still, one male closest to the open living room door (on the right of it) seems to be dressed more as if from the late 1700s. I decide to ask what year it is. The unfamiliar male near the doorway starts reciting curious (but unremembered) poetry, with something like “three years beyond 1921”, soon informing me clearly that it is 1924. Looking out at the street (through the porch windows), I notice a number of cars from the 1920s, yet I do not see the car that the girls are supposed to be arriving in.

The other male gets up and needs to use the bathroom. He seems very cheerful and friendly. Because the porch is a “different space” apart from the main dream setting, he seems very much in awe when going into the living room and to the bathroom door since that part of the house is “my time” (as in contrast to this dream’s personified emergent consciousness), though I remain on the porch, watching him through the doorway. However, the bathroom door is locked from the outside and he does not know how to use a knob lock. He returns to the porch, still in awe yet seeming very happy. I tell him that I am from 2016 (not remembering it is actually 2017). I tell him that I will unlock the bathroom door for him. Instead, he starts touching my face, hands, shoulders, wrists, and arms, pressing his fingers against me as if he thinks I am not quite human, me “being from the future”. I tell him (at least twice) that I am a “hologram”. (This is technically correct. The personified subconscious, always the dream self in first person when not lucid, as it certainly is not the conscious self identity, is technically a type of hologram, especially as the dream self certainly does not have a real physical body either.)

He continues to push his fingers against my face and begins to smell me, while remaining very cheerful. The sense of touch is extremely enhanced and “accelerated” here. Coalescence (dream self unity of all other dream characters - where all the dream characters quickly merge into the dreamer like blobs of pale light into a swimming pool) soon occurs and of course it is me who has to actually wake up to use the bathroom.

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Understanding dreams and dream dynamics:

• Water remains my most common form of induction (and real-time symbol for sleep) and this is apparently true for the whole of society, as the majority of commercial relaxation, meditation, and self-hypnosis tapes have included the sound of the ocean, a river, or a waterfall.
• The metaphorical waking precursors (especially the rollercoaster railway bridge where I actually felt a slight physical shift into liminal space even though I was nowhere near it) not completing and instead bringing me back into the dream state is not that common (especially when I have to wake to use the bathroom). Instead, it took my personified emergent consciousness to bring me out directly (though still oddly sustained). (I assume he was not my personified preconscious even considering the porch setting as he was not aggressive or confrontational in any way and there was no additional shift other than last-stage coalescence.)
• I presently associate my brother Leonard with fake news (which he is continuously posting on Facebook). This is likely to be a dream sign here, “fake news” being analogous to being in a (non-lucid or subliminally lucid) dream. Also, he is on my right, and the emergent consciousness precursor often has its event horizon on the right. (This is developed out of reading from left to right and a number line being oriented left to right, not on the disproved concept of left-brain and right-brain.)
• The seeming contradiction of the waking precursors not completing is likely biological and based on circadian rhythms. Even with a need to use the bathroom, the body still requires a certain amount of rest. (It is also possible that the anticipatory muscle states being mixed, that is - both whole body and bladder pressure - were responsible for the atypical dynamics and truncated symbolism.)
• This dream utilizes an altered setting based solely on dream state and waking dynamics, where the emergent consciousness goes towards the bathroom, which replaces the real bedroom. This is directly symbolic of me needing to leave my bed and go to the bathroom. The door is locked, so I still need to physically wake to use it (though often dreams render peculiar bathrooms or annoying situations as a trigger to deliberately bring the dreamer out of sleep).

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I am in my room, I am using a machine that can do my dream challenges. I am still not lucid. I am in my bed while doing this. I feel like I am in a deep state of sleep. When the machine activates, I feel like I'm moving, then I am my desired result.When transporting, I smelled what the place felt like. I could smell the peanut butter desserts when I said "take me to a world of peanut butter!" Then I move again and I'm back in "reality". I wake up but I relize I can't fall asleep. I remember that before I went to sleep, it was almost sunrise.It is midnight in the dream. I am lucid. I go downstairs to find Richard from TAWOG doesn't want me to fulfil my dream destiny. I run to the kitchen, to think of a plan. I think about using a syringe to numb him. I pull it out my pocket and inject with it. He cries. I wake up for real.