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2017, 05-16

Blacklist Escape

I am in an amusement park of some kind. It looks a little familiar, but I can’t quite place it. I look around and I spot Raymond Reddington (Red) from the television series Blacklist as he is passing near a roller coaster. He is moving quickly, clearly he has somewhere he needs to be. I see there are men in black suits following him from behind and I figure he is trying to lose them. I see there are more men in black suits positioned up ahead, ready to intercept Red. What seems odd to me is that Red doesn’t seem to have noticed the men up ahead of him, he is too focused behind him. If he keeps moving the direction he is heading he will walk right into the men waiting up in front of him. I decide to try to keep that from happening, I intercept Red right near the roller coaster boarding platform. I get near Red and try to tell him that the people following him from behind have also gotten in front of him. He gives me a suspicious look and then more carefully scans the area, this time spotting the men up ahead.

The two groups of pursuers are closing in around the roller coaster and not leaving room for escape. The attendant running the roller coaster is telling Red and me to get on the roller coaster or get out of the loading area, I see there is a train waiting. With nowhere else to go, Red and I both get on the roller coaster. We ride the roller coaster together, and while we are on the ride, the men below can only watch. Red wants to know who I am and what I know about the people following him, I just tell him my name, Raven Knight, and that it will be easier to discuss things after we’re somewhere safe. The train stops briefly before the platform to wait for the platform to clear, then slowly advances in. I spot a red maintenance door a bit too late to get to it. The train pulls up to the deboarding platform, but Red and I just stay put. The train moves to the boarding platform, but none of the attendants seem to be paying attention as the people in line for our seats drop some nasty expletives as the train pulls out and we are still on it. On our second ride around I point out the door to Red and we both get off and disappear through the door, while some trees and structures are hiding us from the men who were following Red.

Now Red and I are in the maintenance halls for the roller coaster and there are also passages to get to the other rides through underground corridors. Red looks at a map on the wall to help employees find their way and says his people should be waiting at one specific exit, that’s where he was going before those thugs cut him off. He says I should come along, too. So then we follow a series of passages, Red seems to know his way quite well for having seen the map only once. I follow along with Red for a while but then I feel I am waking up. I manage to tell Red he’s on his own now before I wake up.

I drew myself up from my body and I felt myself trembling a little... Everything was shining in grayish light in the darkness, even the air itself contained small particles shining in soft gray light... When I looked around myself, I saw no body, not myself, not my wife, nor children. I looked to other rooms but nobody was there. I didn't go downstairs...
Instead, I flew like on autopilot right through southern window into the night. With no target on my mind, I flew some 5 - 10 meters above ground, in general direction to the city about 8km away. It was dark... it was nighttime in real life after all (when I traveled). The houses of my village bellow me, silent... I left them behind. I left my village, I flew over meadows and small woods. I saw all the plants, trees, rocks, river... everything sharply lit in that grayish light. I felt to be tired, my consciousness wanted to shut down and sleep, but my will was keeping me conscious. It was tedious task. I crossed first stream of the river, and then I got to second part which has about 7 - 10 meters high walls- it is used to feed water dam to make electricity... I got problems with concentration there (it made the flying problematic), but I managed to overcome it and I shot high to the sky while crossing second stream of river. I sat on the few meter big rock and stopped looking around. I felt loneliness... there were no people, nor animal life there. Only plants, water, rocks... Weak emotions ran through me... Where are you? I called... There was no answer...
I flew again and into silent empty city... no light from windows... all cars still on the road. I held myself conscious by iron will through tens of minutes... It felt like hour long experience when I felt, that I was losing the strength to remain awake, so I willed myself awake.
I controlled the time- yes it was half past 1, about one hour passed since I lay down to the bed.

Remarks
I felt quite tired, wanting to go sleep, but once managing it out of my body, it would be pity not to explore surroundings a little.
There is no rock in real life close to that second river stream.
I hoped, that I didn't call that in real life- the connection between real body and astral one may be quite useful but on other side it may cause some minor problems... like waking people around myself
Strange how I'm able to feel emotions lately... without loosing balance of my consciousness and therefore stability of OBE.

Date of Dream: TUE 16 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 114 - SML Drama

I was at a strange looking version of Brandon Park shopping centre with this group of young stranger women. They were casting a play of some sort but I forgot what it was about. I do remember a scene skipping where I was in Kmart, choosing my costume and it was from a whole range of fancy dresses and earrings. I remember being so overwhelmed that I didn't know which set I wanted to choose.

I had then wandered off somewhere and I only soon came to realise that I was at the SML house but it looked completely different to how the house is perceived on YouTube in waking life. This dream house looked more resort style and it was on a massive slant... At some stages, you literally feel like you could fall. I was wandering inside the house for what seemed like hours but then I had figured in the dream that I was only lost for 10 minutes. Once I was at the lowest part of the seemingly deserted house, the gym, I had found a set of stairs which went back up and they actually led outside.

There was this strange hole with a lid in the shape of someone's nose. I decided to look through these nostril like holes to see if I could find the “play” girls again. I looked through and I did see an image of them back at the shopping centre. Soon after, the lid of the hole came off and a Jeffy puppet popped out. He ended up saying “Oh hey! What doing?”. I forgot what my full reply was but I do remember going “uh uh uh” at one point. That made Jeffy gasp in astonishment and add “uh uh uh... I think we're going to be best friends!”.

The “drawing” clone of Jeffy then popped out of the hole but I ended up ignoring him and leaving to go back to the girls. When I eventually did get back to the girls, one of them said something like “We think it's time you were the star of the show”. I don't remember what happened after that.

Morning of May 16, 2017. Tuesday.



This dream shifts into apex lucidity with automatic but unintentional re-induction from an ongoing non-lucid dream. It is not scripted. (I do not yet post scripted dreams of most types and I usually do not post sexual dreams, at least more graphically, regards of numerous ones in a sequence on a typical night, which are sometimes triggered by the Tetris effect.) For the record, this is also why I never “answer challenges”. It is too easy and unfair to people who do not understand what dreams or different levels of consciousness are, since dreams can so easily be scripted (on at least three different levels - visually, situation-based, and core affirmations), especially when one fully understands both induction and waking symbolism (of the same type used in hypnosis and guided meditation). However, I have always held a greater interest in documenting non-lucid dreams even if they are mostly only induction, dreaming, and waking symbolism (other than the common day-to-day remote viewing and precognitive features).

My dream starts in a non-lucid form. I am with a young version of Zsuzsanna (who appears as she did in 1994, when we first met). I do not take conscious notice of this. We are living in an unknown second-floor apartment. For some reason, I have to go somewhere. I find myself carrying two suitcases (of the same color and design I had when arriving in Australia, that is, there are two copies of the “same” one). This is not possible of course, but I still do it. The two identical suitcases, I somehow carry by the handles in my right hand at the same time. I go down a staircase and through a door at the bottom.

Of course, going down a staircase (of about sixteen steps) in a dream is a common real-time re-induction event and automatically shifts my consciousness (just as in hypnosis and guided meditation). My conscious self identity starts to increase more and more (and going up a staircase often does the same thing, though going down is usually induction or re-induction while going up is waking).

Stepping through the door is an additional “kick” into greater conscious self awareness (though which more often serves as waking symbolism as the actual waking prompt itself). In fact, as I turn about to go into the (unknown) backyard, the suitcases seem to dissolve (though up to that point, I could still clearly feel them and I was even aware of them bumping together - again, regardless of how carrying them this way would not be possible in reality). I reach such an augmented level of conscious self awareness that I am puzzled (that is, I fully know that I am dreaming, but it does not seem possible for a dream to have this much clarity regarding real-life perception even though I have experienced it all my life since around the age of two). There is no difference in how I feel and perceive from waking reality, other than deeper, smoother breathing and less body weight. I remain puzzled because I am trying to decide what to do. It is nighttime and the area is unfamiliar. Our fictional second-floor apartment seems near the back of a building and is near a commercial area, although there is a field on one side.

For now, I start walking, amazed by how real it seems. I look across the unfamiliar street and see a Cat Excavator on display in a storefront window. Of course, this is a metaphorical association with “digging deeper” (that is, looking into old memories, which is really not that important to me at the time). I notice an unfamiliar man and woman walking by the front of the store. From across the street, (by mental will) I “wipe” the excavator display from the store window. I do not see anything to read (such as the store’s name) and then start to consider how much time I have before circadian rhythms start to kick in (as this is my last dream of the morning).

Of course, I instantly think of indulging in sensuality, as, in dreams, sexual acts transmute into high levels of spiritual awareness and blissful, expanding coalescence factors in addition to the increased sense of touch. (This of course is because the dream body is not actually physical - something many people seem to completely lack the understanding of, which is why many of my dreams switch back and forth in phasing, from being incorporeal to being in my fictitious dream body).

I decide, at first, to will numerous dream characters into the field and watch them walk around. There are probably about twenty or so. I change their age and sex for several minutes. (This is similar to the non-lucid beginning of apex lucidity in some cases, where a dream character will switch identities at a rate of two per second, until my conscious awareness kicks in, which I then augment by going through a door for full control.) I am doing it here at a rate of about two per second. However, I decide to stop messing around and bring the version of Zsuzsanna that was in the apartment up to me. She approaches and lowers to give me oral pleasure. It does not matter that twenty other “people” are walking around in the semidarkness. It is just a dream. There is no symbolism in this type of dream, as lucid dreams are made by the self (though instinctual dreaming is as well).

From here, instead of a climax, layers of bliss start to flow over me almost like layers of “additional skin”. I awake with no discernible shift in consciousness; just a subtle “wave” of “ghost skin” rapidly dropping away from my body. This is an atypical way to wake (probably my “softest” waking to date), as even in scripted dreams there is often a hypnopompic event that kicks more than in a normal dream.

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day before yesterday

I'm standing in a back of the bus with my brother. He tells me that he died on this bus, when it lost control going down the super steep hill we are on top of right now. The bus is about to go down the hill again. I look out the front window and get a familiar, uncomfortable feeling. I sometimes dream about being on a bus or car that I see going off the road and crashing few moments later. I'm a bit surprised at him being on the same bus again, since now he knows it's dangerous.

So I guess we take the ride anyway, because next thing I know, I am dead. I'm waling slowly, with my brother and some other person. It's very peaceful, we have no worries. First thing I notice is what we are wearing. Pants and a long shirt from some very light, tropical cotton, white and beige in color. And a whiteish scarf made from same material. I'm thinking, "oh, so this is what they give you to wear when you are dead".

Not a bad feeling from this dream. It was rather interesting.