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    1. Heists

      by , 08-24-2017 at 05:56 PM
      24 Aug 17. Non-lucid. I really ought to start these entries as soon as I wake up, because this is all gibberish to me now.

      Three heists were performed in this dream, first at 9AM in Japan, China, not sure. I was in disguised as a very very tan woman (complexion of wood) with blonde hair. At this point I believe I was tricked to gather intel at a baseball stadium, not sure if anyone was even IN the stadium.

      The second jumped me all the way to either Italy or France, parkouring fucking somewhere towards 'intel boards'(I have no idea what I wrote this morning), ending up at a bar with the bartender asking me, "are you old enough to drink?" On the run from SOMETHING, wanted by the police? Ended up at HQ, religious place said "no". (Good lord I have no idea what I wrote this morning.) Sister's attempting to catch me...

      Russia. Privet. Something something, finding these red cloaked men in a cathedral? Chapel? No idea.

      Eventually I'm at a friend's house cleaning beer. Ended up back home, dad's face was covered in baby powder and he had a teeny tiny fat head, I see myself on the news thinking to myself, "goodbye career".
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      non-lucid
    2. Fixing a Bridge (featuring Dean Norris)

      by , 08-24-2017 at 11:51 AM
      Morning of August 24, 2017. Thursday.



      My dream begins with the most common form of dream state induction; the presence of water, in this case, an unknown river. (This is based on circadian biology and the glymphatic system, whereby at least one dream per night for over fifty years has featured water, not including the numerous water-based hypnagogic dream sequences, which number in the hundreds each sleeping period.)

      I am standing and looking out over this unfamiliar river in seemingly late morning. There is a wooden bridge present, but it does not go all the way across the river. A helicopter flies in from my right and drops off a young version of my wife Zsuzsanna. My dream self is not fully aware of her identity, though I am uncertain of my dream self’s implied age. Zsuzsanna is on the outside of the two-tiered wooden railing, on my right and facing to the left in profile, appearing to do some work on it by tightening the bolts. I think about helping, but I am unsure how to get to where she presently is, as the walkway now seems fully underwater. This seems somewhat unusual, as I vaguely puzzle over why a railing would be fixed when the walkway itself is underwater. Another section of the bridge, which includes a ladder, is also submerged.

      Time passes, and Dean Norris, the actor, appears. I do not see him as a celebrity but as a bystander, though possibly associated with the repair of the bridge.

      Somehow, though this would certainly not be possible in real life (or even consciously resolvable in method), I lift a large section of the walkway up from the water, the farthest edge towards me, while I am still standing on the riverbank, though squatting slightly at one point. It seems more like a square platform constructed of small logs, the orientation of the logs parallel to the river bank.

      An alligator, its head oriented opposite from the riverbank, surprises me by swimming out from under where the section was (yet there is a vague awareness of subliminal lucidity suggesting that I created the alligator, and this is further evidenced by the alligator not being perceived as a danger or being the coalescence-based waking prompt). I am wary at first, but it does not attack or show much aggression. Instead, it swims back down under the surface. I tell Dean that there are other alligators in the river, though farther away from where we are. He does not comment.

      “My father built this bridge,” I say to him, somewhat absentmindedly.

      “Your dad built this bridge?” he replies without emotion.

      “…and he built a lot of utility buildings,” I add.

      I rethink what I had just said. Although I know that my father built a lot of park utility buildings, bathrooms, and rest stop shelters, I am unsure if he was involved in the building of this bridge as it was first constructed and that he may have only worked on it years after it was built. I consider that he may have been a part of a team of builders, but I then consider if the bridge had first been built in the 1800s (though I really have no knowledge of when it was built). If so, I consider if Dean was puzzled by my comment, but we do not talk much after this. I consider if Dean will bring in men in speedboats to cull the alligators, but this is not certain.



      Ordinarily, a bridge symbolizes the progression from dreaming to waking (as well as possibly representing the biological construction of a new memory or neural pathway) though sometimes seemingly represents a potentially prescient timeline. There seem to be two preconscious factors here (Dean and the alligator), both atypically passive (though this may be due to subliminal lucidity). However, the dynamics are a bit curious, as Dean may be coalesced into the interconsciousness.

      Submerged walkways are otherwise common in my dreams (and have been since early childhood) as a natural result of circadian biology and water symbolizing the dynamics of sleep in real time. A helicopter is a common symbol in my dreams that is linked to Merkaba energies and gamma brain waves in a similar way as a tornado often is, though it typically relates to “return flight” waking symbolism (though here it may relate to Zsuzsanna being in the waking stage while I remain asleep, seemingly validated by her arriving by helicopter, being on the outside of the railing and tightening it - becoming more aware in her emergent consciousness and outside of my ephemeral dream self incarnation).

      I am not certain as to why the preconscious so often appears as a celebrity (sometimes recognized as themselves, sometimes recognized only as a fictional character they have played, sometimes as an ordinary person with no celebrity association as in this dream - there seems to be no determining factor as to why this is other than concurrent threads of available memory). It may be due to the transpersonal element or how the preconscious is completely different from the conscious self identity (though this seems deliberate to subliminally begin to initiate dream state realization in how neither the dream self nor conscious self is anything at all like the preconscious - which often creates conflict or emotional augmentation of enough energy to trigger waking).


    3. Weird.

      by , 08-24-2017 at 05:32 AM (Awake to take in the view...)
      I only recall one dream fragment from last night. I was with my grandma, doing some sort of volunteer work. We were with other family members. She started crying, and we found out that my grandpa died. Very sad. I woke up after that. My grandpa actually passed away a few years back, so it was weird that I sorta relived that when it's been so long.
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    4. December 21, 2014 | Armed House, Expansive Game, Stone House

      by , 08-24-2017 at 04:00 AM (Fantastical Adventures)
      There was this house that didn’t let you leave unless you were within 5ft of an armed person at least 5ft tall, and only through the front door. Attempting to escape by opening the windows only leads to falling forever and/or out of bounds, which is exactly what happened to 2 DCs. Breaking windows only results in electrocution. Occasionally, the internet was available. Later, someone else that wasn’t suspecting a thing walked in through the front door, and just happened to be armed. So one other guy decided to go fort the exit, and he made it. I got out a few seconds later the same way. I was under the impression that he required his laptop in a small amount of time.
      [New Scene]
      The basement was a hub for at least 8 worlds in a very expansive game. It was a dust-colored room with several panels of the same color, some with arrow-like objects that point towards their corresponding exit. One of the levels in the worlds was doing the ‘Yoshi glitch on Dry Dry Desert.’ I saw a demonstration of it. The player drove the kart to a non-existent area, lined up with something, stuttered/jumped forward 4 times towards a small pool of water, and that was all I saw of it. Also, there were like 50 levels in the first world, or at least that’s what it appeared to be; it may have been only one section of the world, as I remember, a slight impression that it was. The blue ‘level’ select panel/screen thingy showed most likely 48 smaller panels, at least 2 of which displaying a picture, one of which was N64 Slippy. The rest were blank, except for one scene where 5 displayed pictures. The background was probably facing the exit to the first world in the basement.
      [New Scene]
      Starcraft 2 was banned from tournaments due to violation of several rules relating to randomness. Suddenly, my older sister said, “Civilization 10!”
      [New Scene]
      I was looking inside a huge stone house. I started down the stairs, only to find another, and another, and another floor from the ground level, down to whatever level I stopped on, and contained 5 metal thingies. The interior of the house wasn’t what usually goes in a stone house; the walls were mostly white with red corners, kind of like a restaurant. Also, the house was right next to camp, allowing for easy access.
      Tags: games, house, trapped
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      non-lucid