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I can't remember much, but I had some false awakenings which made me become lucid, but it caused me to transition through layers of false awakenings and occasionally actually waking up and going back to sleep. In one FA, I knew I was dreaming and got up from my bed, but my dad was also theree and he asked why I'm moving around weirdly. I checked my hand and saw that I had five fingers. If only I remembered me and my dad are in different continents...

Date of Dream: TUE 23 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 118 - Separated Sections

Dream 118 A - A Dysfunctional Shopping Trip
From where I can remember, I was at the shops with my mum and I walked past a Review store that I then wanted to go and look in. My mum was not too keen on this idea, she was constantly hurrying me up and saying that looking was not important. Still, I tried to look at as many clothes on display as possible as that's the main reason I was at the shops. I then noticed that some clothing racks had heavy discounts applied to them, still, this didn't change my mum's mind. When I was finally rushed out of there, she said she had to go to the bathroom and she told me to wait for her just outside in the mall. For a few minutes, I waited but then the thought came to my mind that I was going to leave her behind as a payback for not letting me look at the things I wanted to look at. So I walked home.

The dream scene then skipped to me being at home with dad. A notification appeared on this random tablet and that's when I asked my dad “Where's mum?”. He goes “She's coming home from Parkmore”. In the dream, I was pretending like I didn't know anything about what happened earlier. He added “I don't think she'd be too keen on seeing you”. In the back of my mind, I knew she could make her way back because she still had the car. That's all I can remember from this dream.

Dream 118 B – Owner Of This Auditorium
I was in this large hall, although the dream seemed to call it an auditorium. All these schools were coming over for a music competition with their various bands and choirs. All throughout this dream, I had a feeling of joy and nostalgia. The majority of the ensembles were from Killester and I told everyone I spoke to that I was the owner of this auditorium and that I was also hosting the competition... The Killester students didn't appear to know this, so it was a nice surprise for them.

The dream was doing some weird things though, like introducing one pushy girl who tried to be an imposter hosting. Although she was making her moves, I was still overjoyed, telling everyone I saw what I was doing. At one point, Mrs G had the school camera and called me over for a photo. I then saw the choir and there were a lot of faces I recognised, one most prominently being WB's. Other faces I remember were WB's older cousin AD and a little year 7 that started to adopt WB's facial features as well as her bomb of an afro.

>> Sensitivity warning: Stop reading if you don't want to be grossed out | The next scene of the dream was a bit disturbing though. There was this woman that was wheeled into the auditorium who looked like some sort of pale zombie with all these scars and small bits of pus on her face and body. As the manager, I said to wheel her into this small room while we waited for an ambulance to come by. That's all I can remember from this dream.

Morning of May 23, 2017. Tuesday.



In the first scene, I am with my wife Zsuzsanna at the front of a large shopping mall. It seems to be at night. There are only a few cars in the large parking lot. She is seated and I am standing closer to the parking lot. About five unknown people are also in the area.

Our new baby is walking around. He seems about two years of age even though he has been born just recently. I do not question his appearance. Apparently, his name is Chub. I tell a few strangers about our new child. I walk closer to Zsuzsanna. A bright light, seemingly the headlights of a car, shine on Chub, though for a moment, I consider if it is some sort of latent divinity in him that causes the light. I want to see his eyes to check, but he does not turn around.

Zsuzsanna and I start to walk home with Chub. Some of our other children are also with us. Three unfamiliar people decide to walk with us as well. An unknown young female is walking a few feet behind me. I tell her that her viewpoint is that of thousands of people around the world simultaneously seeing my dream from her position (even though, oddly, I am not lucid or actively aware that I am dreaming in any way, thus how does this dream self viewpoint even exist?). Soon, I start to rise in the air to her right, above the parking lot (common liminal space setting often in the last stage of the waking transition), maintaining a vertical position, half-flying, half-walking in the air about ten feet up. She remains on the sidewalk looking up at me.

Later, Zsuzsanna and I are sitting in an unknown room with several other people (though I soon stand up to speak). I start to realize that Chub’s existence seems highly unlikely, yet I do not become lucid at any point. I start to tell others that this scene is not possible (yet my dream self has no memory of what a dream is at all). I explain that Zsuzsanna having a C-section would mean that Chub is only five months old and yet he seems like a two-year-old. I see a dark scar on Zsuzsanna’s abdomen, more on the left side. Even though I continue to explain how certain things cannot be real, I never grasp that I am dreaming or have any association with what a dream even is (even though earlier, I seemed to know what a dream was).

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There are a number of dream states that I have experienced continuously throughout my life which I have never known of a single other person even mentioning once. People write about “non-lucid” and “lucid” (as well as partly lucid in some cases), yet I never see details of the various hybrids of dream self identity that I have often experienced.

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For the record, here are just a few dream states that I have identified, only a few that I can seem to typify feasibly:

Instinctual dreaming (non-lucid dream cnotrol): This is a state where I, as my dream self (and usually inclusive of at least some of my conscious self identity), know that I am creating everything, changing settings, putting words into people’s mouths, bringing about events with pretense (such as saying “I have identification” to get into a restricted area, and it just appears), yet have absolutely no memory of what a dream is and no idea I am dreaming. (As such, I seem to be a combination of my personified subconscious and inactive threads of conscious self identity that would otherwise be lucidity triggers in other dreams.)

There is also a state where I “know I am dreaming” yet I am not my conscious self identity at all. For example, I may be a teenage female who “knows she is dreaming” yet, “knows” from her perspective, not my conscious self identity.

A type of false lucidity appears in the first part of this dream. I talk about dreams and even explain dream events in real time, yet have no viable focus on the fact I am dreaming at the time (though the fact I am talking about dreams at least indicates I have some idea of what a dream is, unlike certain other states).

There is another type of state at the end of this dream, where I “narrate” my dream to other dream characters, explaining how a scenario is not possible, that what I am seeing or experiencing is not real, yet have no memory of what a dream is (or any idea that I am dreaming at the time).

Of course, scripted dreams (both types, real time, and previously programmed) are primarily lucid states. (Waking symbolism must be correctly utilized or nausea sometimes results from the waking mechanism, or sometimes occurs when there is a gap in the script.) Dreams can be scripted visually, based on situation, or have base affirmations (such as “I am the continuity of maximum well-being”). Although scripted shared dreaming can be utilized, that is not really genuine shared dreaming where each person is actually present to some degree in the same dreaming space with each individual’s intent (whereas, with scripted shared dreaming, there can be ways to validate if real shared dreaming is occurring - for example, have one of the dreamers do something random or think of a precise image that is not in the script and see if it occurs in both dreamer’s dreams, but such methods might cause a gap and a possible jolting into premature waking, also sometimes inclusive of circadian rhythms based on the dynamics of the sleep cycle in proportion to healthiness.)

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Morning of May 23, 2017. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,418-03. Reading time: 32 sec.



I am near a variation of the Cubitis house in the backyard. However, when I go into the house, I am near our bed at our current address. There is an unknown male present, but I do not see him as imposing.

I had taken four dream journals from the area beyond our backyard, near the railroad tracks (Cubitis). They seem like unlikely composites of my childhood notebook dream journals and my stamp album binders. The Senior Statesman stamp album design is in photographic negative; pink and blue rather than green and copper.

The dream journals belong to four unknown girls. Somehow, they are also mine. I want to check if they synchronize with my main dream journal. (Despite the ambiguity, it seems ordinary. It probably relates to comparing and contrasting my dream journal with Zsuzsanna’s.)

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As told today on irc:

[19:12:51] <gab|Away> oh, just gonna say, took a nap and escaped nuclear death coz had to pee
[19:13:08] <gab|Away> lol that woke me up, as Iran launched missels at us
[19:13:53] <gab|Away> I was like oh, they fired, I gotta pee, but if I go Ill miss seeing them hit, but also Ill proly be ded by then, so meeh

Was cool. I know we did something and we expected retaliation. I was in a highrise building, at daytime, by the large window, looking way to the left, very far in the distance. I think I saw to the other continent, haha.

So suddenly I see this small light streaking to the skies, with tail of smoke trailing behind it. Then another one. I wanted to follow them with my eyes, but lost them in the clouds, or they were just too small to see.

Then I felt like I have to go potty, and I had a dilemma. If I go, I will not see them hit. But I also knew that they targeted us, haha, so ... lol.

Then I woke up and had to pee.

Silhouette

Frag of leaving a room in a sort of japanese style house. I looked back and I saw a silhouette of a woman on the other side of the rice paper wall, she was sitting up in a bed and holding a sheet over her. I couldn't tell who it was in the dream.

Mini rooms

Dream about having to sleep in a bunch of mini rooms. A woman shows me to a room she wants me to sleep in and share ith someone else. I leaf through the TV options and notice a bunch are missing. I go to ask the woman what's up with that but she's gone.

Party

Dreamed I was walking in an alleyway. Some loud music was coming from my house and there were bright party lights inside. I go inside and a bunch of people are partying in my house. Bjork is the DJ. That's all I remember.

missed convo

I'm waking up from layers of dreams. I fall into one briefly on my way up. In it I am having a conversation with Bjork about the future. I remember hearing her say, "...And then... I don't know." Her voice is clearly hers but slightly distorted.It's like she's whispering in my ear. I wake up