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Morning of August 30, 2017. Wednesday.



My dream’s setting is a unique composite as always. (I have never non-lucidly dreamt of the same setting more than once, even in tens of thousands of closely studied and fully mapped non-lucid dreams for over fifty years. This aspect of non-lucid dreams is due to the incidental real-time dynamics of being in non-lucid REM sleep, where reflective cognitive capabilities do not exist as in lucid dreams and even more so in apex lucidity where automatic conscious control of the dream state is achieved.)

The back area of our house is modeled after our present home, (our backyard south of our house), except that the area between the short hallway to the back door and the minimally-rendered kitchen has no dividing layout (and is all an open area). The implied east side of this rendering (assuming our present home) is loosely modeled after the north side of a previous home on Stadcor Street in Brisbane (though the driveway more like the Gellibrand Street apartment in Clayfield), the third-from-last house we lived in. The front of my dream’s house, implied to be oriented northerly, is modeled more accurately after the west area of the Stadcor Street house, which was also the front of that house.

For several minutes, my dream features the recurring event of me taking supposed public money out of a device in our home (that is, a device in our home which is apparently used by the public and the money going elsewhere, which makes no sense from a waking life standpoint, especially as the public would not otherwise have use of our home, the only way to explain this being real-time symbolism related to receiving thoughts from other people via the collective unconscious which was validated long ago from “receiving” from Zsuzsanna long before we met in reality). There is no backstory on what purpose the device serves. It may be some sort of unlikely vending machine (though is too small to serve that purpose). The device is about the length of my hand and looks like a miniature vertically elongated cash register. Zsuzsanna is present and so is Marilyn (older half-sister on my Mother’s side who died in 2014, though I have no memory of her death here and she appears as she was in the 1980s). I make three attempts to get money out. My second and third attempts make no sense as I had already gotten all the coins out in the first attempt, by shaking the device upside-down, yet many more come out on my second and third attempts. The sound of the clinking coins, the movement and momentum of my hands, and the movement of the internal parts of the device are rendered very realistically.

I am eventually aware of a police presence in our backyard. There are at least seven officers standing around on stakeout, though not for us, but a criminal who lives in the area. Still, I am concerned they might see the various coins lying everywhere on the floor. I make a quick attempt to kick sheets of paper and parts of clothes over them. I also slip some into my left pocket. They ask me through the back door if I know a certain man or had seen them and I say no. (I do not recall the name though I know it did not sound familiar.)

At one point, I notice that an unfamiliar female police officer is closest to our house. I also notice that the screen is torn down the middle from the top of the screen door, about three-quarters of the way down. (though we do not have a back screen door in reality.) She pushes it towards me from outside as if to draw more attention to it, almost slapping me in the face with it, but not intentionally. There is an additional partial horizontal tear in the screen (lower down) of less significance and which seems to have already been there for a long time, but this vertical tear was apparently done recently by the authorities, supposedly for my benefit and theirs regarding their stakeout. I find it puzzling but I do not comment. In a short time, my brother-in-law Bob makes his first appearance in this dream (mostly as he appeared in the 1980s). From the left side of the solid wooden back door, he closes it over the screen door (and it closes from the opposite side as in reality). “This door can be closed,” he says cheerfully though informatively. I question if his act is thought out very well, but I do not comment.

In the next scene, I am going to the front of our house. Off to my right, through the windows of the adjoining room I am walking through, the criminal first makes his presence known. He drives rapidly (north based on our present home) over our driveway, the car’s tires loudly crunching and spitting gravel and dust (the driveway of which our present home does not have as such, as it is just a very narrow side yard in reality, though, as mentioned in the second paragraph, this seems based on dynamics of when we lived in Clayfield on Gellibrand Street despite the room being like the one on Stadcor Street, though my dream’s house is at about ground level, unlike in reality for all three locations). This event makes no sense at all, as he is suddenly driving rapidly from our backyard, directly from where several police officers had just been standing. I wonder if they even noticed he was there.

In the front room of our house (which again, is now of the Stadcor Street house) I look out the front windows. Our front doors (screen door and main door) are both open. The criminal has come up our high front steps (despite our house being implied to be low-set a couple minutes previously) and I politely nod “hello” to him through the doorway even though I do not want his imposition. He has a scruffy beard and light red hair. I eventually notice that he is coming in and there are at least two females with him, one pregnant, though otherwise very slim and wearing tight clothes (this character being directly modeled after a contestant on the Australian “Family Feud” game show very recently).

I suddenly change my mind about welcoming him (which is based on a subliminal desire to sleep longer) and now I am not even sure what good the police presence is doing. I boldly tell him to get out. He becomes very angry. I notice that he is carrying some sort of rifle of illogical appearance. Instead of doing anything to me from near the doorway or even approaching me, he leaves the house to go into the street and starts shooting at our house. The noise is very loud and puffs of white smoke (dream state indicator) are floating everywhere like little clouds (this scene partly as a result of real-life environmental noise). I head towards the back of the house, which once again is more like our present home.

As illogically large bullets are now firing through the walls of our house from the front and the back, the female police officer (still near the back door) advises me to get down. I get down on the floor and wake up in the exact same position I had just been in my dream. I then realize that the police officer seemed modeled after an additional young version of Zsuzsanna.

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This dream entry is probably too long to include a full decoding, but I will note a few details. Emergent consciousness and preconscious factors seem to be “after” each other here and I am (as my personified subconscious which again has no reflective cognitive capabilities despite the bizarre but popular disinformation) caught in the middle, which is amusing, but very atypical, though we did watch two episodes of “Cops” just before sleeping (though this is probably also related to news about North Korea, hopefully not prescient). The torn screen of the back door is a known dream state indicator, which represents a growing metaphorical opening that otherwise divides preconscious from emergent consciousness as a “screen”, though this is more about Zsuzsanna’s emergent consciousness “sending” to mine in real time. (As such, I am surprised that I did not become viably lucid, especially at least semi-lucid, though my dream did noticeably vivify past this point.)

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The dream began in a small 70's style house at a gun club, where me and a dozen or so other people were being trained in use of firearms. We could choose whichever gun we wanted, and although my weapon resembled a typical assault rifle, reloading it involved slotting a kind of strange device together that vaguely resembled a skull.

After the instructor finished the briefing, he informed us that we could try out the guns. There was no shooting range, so everyone was just firing at random things in the small house, as if this was completely normal.

Feeling a little unsafe inside the house, I followed a few people outside and found myself in a large flat open grassland. There were crowds of people around, most of whom were not involved with the gun training, as if I were at some kind of festival. The sky was overcast and there was a long chain link fence to my north, where the gun club members were lining up and aiming their weapons through.

I realised the fence was an outdoor shooting range, but there were crowds of people on the other side of the fence, who looked like they'd just finished a sporting event, and the targets weren't set up yet, so we had to wait until the crowds had cleared out before we could start.

As the crowds cleared out, the fence disappeared and the area on the other side somehow transformed into a big and colourful 80's/90's video arcade. There was a giant projection screen to my right showing the Commodore 64 game Impossible Mission, which I pointed out to my parents, who were now next to me.

The arcade ceiling was constructed out of square white tiles, but some of the tiles were missing, leaving square holes. Yellow cubes with black numbers on them floated upwards into the holes. These were the targets we had to shoot, and the numbers were the number of points we'd score for a successful hit. We only had one shot each.

At this point, I realised that I wasn't prepared, as I didn't have my ear protection on properly or my weapon loaded, so I moved back onto the grass as the other people began shooting at the targets. As I returned, I took a shot without thinking or aiming properly, which just happened to hit one of the yellow blocks with a number '1' on it. Someone took notice and joked about me scoring only one point.

After one shot, we had to wait for the shooting range to reset before the next shot, and I tried to prepare myself better by watching were the targets with the highest numbers appeared. I noticed a '74' block and a '124' block to my far left and aimed down the sight of my weapon at the '74' block, reasoning that everyone else would aim for the '124' block, but only the first shot would count, so everyone else would score zero.

I was concerned about the safety of aiming so far to the left due to the people next to me, as there were no barriers between people and everyone was standing very close together.

But as I waited, the whole arcade environment began to transform Portal-like into something completely different. There was now an opening down the middle, and two separate shooting ranges to my left and right, which caused the group to split into two separate groups. Both shooting ranges were colourful, with rainbow patterns, but the left one was garishly bright, so I decided to choose that one.

As I followed the group, I realised that it wasn't a shooting range at all, but the entrance to some kind of game or attraction. Excited about what was to come, I sped ahead to the front of the group, and handed my rifle to someone to hold for me, and asked him to put the safety on for me as I realised I'd forgot to do it.

We wandered through something that resembled an industrial area, or the outside of a factory, along metal platforms and steps. The inside of the building was blue-grey, and felt a little Portal-like. There was a tall square pillar on each side, and a neon arrow on the wall in front of me pointing left, which seemed to indicate the direction of our route. Noticing a door on the right pillar, I decided to defy the arrow and see what was inside first.

Inside the pillar, there was a tall shaft and a spiral staircase made out of white blocks attached to the wall leading upwards. There was no central column to the staircase, so it was possible to look all the way up or down the shaft.

Since I went ahead of the group, no-one had seen me deviate from the intended route, and only one or two people had apparently decided to investigate the shaft door.

Hearing voices from below, I picked up my pace to stay ahead of them, so they wouldn't find me. But then I noticed that there was actually two staircases intertwined like a double helix. If I could jump across to the other, I could easily evade those who had followed me.

I jumped across to the opposite staircase and continued ascending the shaft. As I got closer to the top, the original stairway reached its end at a door, but the stairway I was on continued further upwards.

I continued until the stairway just seemed to end without any further way to go, but as I took the last step, gravity suddenly reversed and I panicked as I realised that I was falling through the hole at the top of the shaft. But as I went through the hole, time suddenly slowed to a crawl, and I was easily able to pull myself into the room at the top, at which point both gravity and the speed of time returned to normal.

I was super impressed by these "special effects", and assumed they were a reward for discovering such a hidden secret in the game.

The room I found myself in appeared to be a very cluttered and untidy child's bedroom. There were piles of toys and games in one corner, a small CRT TV nearby, desks, bed, a couple of children's musical keyboards, a window, and large storage cupboard door.

There was a distinct sense of mystery to the room; I felt as if there were puzzles to be solved, as if I was in some kind of escape game. I looked around the room, picking up and examining various objects, before switching on the TV.

At first, the TV only showed static, but it gradually faded to a scene showing my group. They appeared to be in some kind of dark underground sewer, and some of them were up to their necks in water. They were afraid of something. They were arguing and shouting at each other. As I watched, one member of the group thought he saw something and took a shot from his rifle, which accidentally hit someone else, who fell into the water with a spray of blood.

"Wow, these are awesome special effects!" I thought.

At this point, I realised that we were playing some kind of real-life Resident Evil game. The video was fake; while it was real footage of my group, it had been edited to shock and scare me. It was just part of the game.

Next I decided to investigate the large storage cupboard. As I opened the door, I realised that it wasn't a cupboard at all, but lead into a large dark square shaft leading downwards further than I could see. There was a make-shift "stairwell" constructed from "platforms" that resembled large rectangular wooden pallets that had large gaps in them.

I climbed onto one of these "platforms" to get a better look at the shaft. The construction looked extremely unstable, and I wasn't even certain the shaft would lead anywhere useful, so I hesitated about going further, and decided to go back instead.

As I turned, I heard a loud "snap" from the platform I was stood on, and the whole platform seemed to give a little. I tried to hurry back to the door, but heard a second loud "snap" as the platform gave way, and I found myself falling down the shaft as the other platforms began to collapse as well.

As I fell, time suddenly slowed to a crawl again, which allowed me to remain safe despite the fall. I felt as if the game was intentionally designed to make the me fall, and yet again I was in awe of how impressive the "special effects" of the game were.

There was water at the bottom of the shaft, and time returned to normal just as I was hovering above it. Underneath the water, I found a ceiling with a small hole in it. Somehow, I was able to go up through the hole despite it seeming far too small for a person to fit through. As I ascended, I could hear people from my group and realised that I was now in the sewer I had seen earlier on the video, reunited with my group.

I heard my mum wondering out loud where I had gone, and someone else saying that maybe I got killed and had respawned somewhere else (because apparently they had learned that the game worked this way while I was gone).

The dream ended just as I was about to rise out of the water.

2017, 08-29

Game of Dreams – Night Ambush

I am in what used to be a whore house. There are whores all around me trying to get my attention. I ignore them, I was there to meet someone and now I’m leaving. There is a man near the door. He greets me when I get there. I'm thinking it's time to get back to the castle. The man, who I seem to think is called Little Finger, but I'd rather call him Little Dick, is saying goodbye to some whores. We leave and it is raining outside. Jory Cassel is with me as are two other of my guards. We mount our horses and ride towards the castle, chatting about Robert’s bastards. It seems that the previous hand was murdered after looking into Robert’s bastards. But why? Everyone already knows the king has more bastards than true born children… I have a bad feeling as we are riding through deserted streets in Kings Landing.

One of our guards calls a warning, and the next thing I know we are surrounded by soldiers. All them with the Lannister lion displayed. I recognize, Jamie Lannister, is on a horse. His foot soldiers close in around us. There must be at least 20 of them. This is not good for us, there are only four of us. Jamie is asking if I remember his brother, and then describes Tyrian Lannister. Of course I remember him. Jamie says that he seems to have run into some miss fortune on the road. I told him that's too bad. He asked if I would know anything about this. I say no, how would I know anything about this I've, been here. Little Dick sighs, apparently happy with that response. It's just the truth. Jamie doesn't believe me. He says he knows I gave the order to capture his brother. I am clueless. I ask who captured his brother. He says my wife has of course. He says he sure I knew that. Jamie then turns his attention to Little Dick. He says if Little Dick doesn't want to get blood on his clothes he had better leave now. Little Dick rides his horse pass the soldiers, and they let him pass. Little Dick calls back that he will get the city watch. He disappears around the corner moving at a quick pace.

Jamie Lannister seems to be out for blood. He pulls out his sword and tells me to show him my steel. He says he will gladly do me like he did Ares, but he'd rather if I had a blade in my hand. I tell him he can't kill me. He thinks about it, and then says I'm right. He says that would run the risk of my wife killing his brother out of spite. He rides his horse out past his soldiers. He calls back to them to make sure no harm comes to me. And then he chuckles evilly. He tells them to kill my companions. I tell him that's not going to happen. He laughs and says there’s nothing I can do to stop them unless I plan on fighting all of his soldiers myself. I look up at the sky, and I see that it’s still cloudy and raining. This means no one will notice an errand bolt of lightning or two... Jamie Lannister rides away like a coward, but his soldiers are closing in around us. We have no choice but to fight.

I call a bolt of lightning with the song Battery by Metallica. One of the soldiers get struck by lightning and falls over. His metal armor was a perfect conductor. That all hell breaks loose. Some of the soldiers are confused by the random bolt of lightning, but most of them seem to think that was a fluke. The fighting begins. I strike a bolt of lightning down on one of the soldiers who is going after one of my guards. I turn and look at someone is almost grabbed a hold of Jory, but he removes the person's head with his sword. I have to be careful when I call a bolt of lightning to make sure that none of my people are touching the target or they will get electrocuted. I strike another bolt of lightning on an enemy not touching anyone else. There's another one down. My companions are fighting like mad. They are doing a good job, but there are just too many enemies. One of my guys is being pulled off of his horse. He manages to get loose just enough that I am clear to hit the enemy. I hit three enemies around him with lightning. The lightning broke into three and hit all of them at once. Some enemies are saying the gods have turned against them. I call a bolt of lightning on another one. The rest of them run now.

I turn my horse around to make sure that Jory and my two guards are safe, but I do it too fast for the wet muddy ground. My horse slips and falls over, with my leg trapped under it. That is extremely painful. Jory yells at them not to come back. My horse man just to get up off of me, but I know that my leg must be badly broken. My guards come to me and one of them says my leg looks really bad. I am a little delirious right now. I am laughing crazily as I say I couldn’t avoid my injury, but at least you three are ok. One of my guards gets on each side of me to hold me up. My leg is a flare of pain. They start helping me down the street, I see people walking out of buildings but none of them want to get involved. My two guys are talking about how strange it was that lightning struck, only struck the Lannisters. Finally we meet up with the city watch that Little Dick promised to send. They have a cart so I am able to ride back to the castle. I am in and out of consciousness. The next thing I know there is a guy there with a cup telling to drink. I would swear he said it was milk of the puppy. I tell him I don't want to drink dog milk. But he's insistent, and I end up drinking it. It tastes weird. And as soon as I drink it I pass out.

This today:

I'm suppose to start working in this house. So they are taking me to my room to show me where I'll be staying.

The house is huge, almost size of a city block, if not bigger. I don't see it all, but I sense it.
Walking through a light color carpeted corridor with white walls, that's zig-zagging. I ask why are we this far from all the other rooms. We walked for minutes.

My room is at the end of the house. I don't feel good in there. It has at least 3 doors, and later I see more of them. I don't like them. I open one door, and it leads to another small, empty room with much older decor, but it's empty. Another door from that room leads to unknown, but dangerous place. All doors lead to places I should not go to. I'm sitting on my bed, when I notice that a white door on my left has a top panel pried off and as my vision zooms in, there is a tall, white haired albino looking guy looking at me. I walk up to the door, scared, but I confront him asking why is he spying on me.

Few days ago:
I'm in a line at some amusement park or place of fun. I start talking to this woman and it turns out she is Hungarian. We start talking and I'm pleased that I can fluently talk with her. We introduce each other and I know she is Margit. I tell her we had a family in a town (forgot the name in the morning, but in the dream I knew it's the correct one) and we found out that we are family. I knew she is a personification of my "aunt" margit. later I saw her name somewhere written down and it was Tunde, but I still knew it was her.

It was very emotional, we both cried, and we were VERY happy to be reunited.

(Yesterday, I met some Hungarians at my work, and I was surprised how well I can speak to them. I immediately thought about this dream, how without it, I wouldn't have been able to speak to these people this well, because I have not spoken that language in a good while.)

2017, 08-29

Game of Dreams – Mountain Fortress

I am riding on a horse. I am Catelyn. I am riding with a small group of people into the mountains. Right now we are hiding. One of our people spotted horse riders heading our way. There are roving bands of bandits around here. We have already lost a couple people to them. We don't want to meet another attack. I can see Tyrion Lannister nearby. He is sharpening an axe. We are waiting with trepidation for the riders to arrive. I am hoping they pass us by, but I don't know how much chance there is of that. Then one of our people calls out. He has cited a banner being flown by the riders. It is the sigil of my sister’s house. These are not enemies. I am relieved. One of the visitors is my uncle. He has the symbol of the black fish on his cloak. He says we should've let them know we were coming so they could meet us with an escort. He says it's very dangerous on the roads. I say yeah we found out the hard way. He is here to escort us the rest of the way. He has about 12 people with him.

We proceed into the valley. We passed through gate that is guarded, but the guard lets us right through. We continue down into the valley, and I look back to see Tyrion riding right next to Braun, one of those sell swords, and feel suspicious. I know he didn't try to kill my son, but he might still be up to something. Now I have to clean up the mess that Catelyn has made while I was away. I know that tear Tyrion is innocent, but she wasn't convinced. I talk to my uncle about what happened. I tell him about my son’s fall, about the attempted murder that I interrupted, and about how someone is trying to set Tyrian up. I tell him that we made like we were taking him prisoner so that maybe the actual perpetrator would feel complacent and get careless. He thinks my tale is rather strange. He says that's not what my letter said. I tell him that I did not want anyone to possibly intercept that letter. So we have had to behave as if Tyrion was our prisoner.

Soon we reach a gate house at the base of a mountain. Most of our group stays down below. However, my sister has requested that I come up immediately. It is night time now, and that is a dangerous climb at night. A girl says that she has made the trip up the mountain many times in the dark. We will ride mules. We take the mules most of the way. We make our way up the mountain at a slow but steady pace. The girl and I have some small talk, but nothing really important. We finally get to the farthest point where the mules can go no farther. Now there is a steep climb that is more like a stone ladder instead of a stair. The last part has to be done on foot, or to ride up in a basket that is used to raise goods and supplies. I remember earlier Tyrion said he has his pride and therefore would not ride up with the turnips. That seems silly to me. I say I have more sense than Tyrion, and since I’m tired I will ride up in a basket.

I am lifted up to the top where there is a castle. They take me to see my sister. At first she seems happy to see me, and give me a big hug. She's a bit chubbier than I remember. But as soon as we are alone, she starts yelling at me for bringing Tyrion to her castle. She says she didn't want to get involved with the Lannister's. I told her she's not going to be able to avoid them. She says no one can get in the Eyrie. As she was yelling she woke a child in the next room. A little boy comes out asking what's going on. This is the new ward of the Eyrie? He's only six years old. I try to talk sense to my sister about preparing for a possible war. The kid gets scared. My sister is coddling him. To my surprise, my sister pulls her nightclothes down over one breast, and the six-year-old boy begins to nurse. What the fuck? My three-year-old no longer nurses! It is all I can do not to say something. But I don't want to make things with my Lysa even worse. The boy asks if Tyrion is a bad person. My sister says he is. I say someone is setting him up, he didn’t do anything. Lysa ignores me. The boy asks if we can make TTTLY. She says that might be just what we do. I am feeling a bit annoyed at her now.

Im too lazy to write dreams out now.

Dream 1
-Playing the harp to rid of blob monsters when lucid
-Being driven and moving near a log cabin and university where a man in a white suit murdered students from the school and dumped their body in the woods[non lucid]

Dream 2
-[lucid] watching a little anime girl sleeping while anime music played. I was thinking about art and music ideas as I observed,wondering what would happen next.

-[non lucid]I was in my old house waiting for my brother's friends to leave

Dream 3

-[lucid]I appeared in a river in the rainforest after thinking what setting I wanted to be in. There I saw tourists swimming in the water next to the land as three guides kept them from floating beyond while they were enjoying their stay.

Almost forgot I saw sketches of arrows being drawn on paper somewhere in the second dream.

Title makes no sense but that is a term I heard in my dream. I can't remember if it was exactly lucid or not but it was pretty long. Long enough where I met Donald Trump and discussed why does he keep a bottle of "Kronen's Blood". From what I understood in the dream, 'Kroenen' is a powerful Russian politician. Before then, Donald Trump was giving out autographs to kids.

As far as the "Gothu Aye" word I heard. It refers to a group of symbols that if used a certain way gave the user psychokinetic abilities. In my case, I had flight. I would hold my right hand out and the symbol - which was on my right middle finger - my entire hand would pull me in the air and around places. I think this is the part where I was lucid.

Periodic interruption of sleep during the REM cycle gives very adventurous dreams. Every hour or so.

Morning of August 29, 2017. Tuesday.



My family and I as we appear now are living back in an altered version of Gellibrand Street in Clayfield. Over time, there are some abstract concepts of needing to remake part of our house (though it was actually an apartment) by switching two front wall sections. This mainly includes exchanging a wall with a window with an area where there is more plumbing (with two silver metal pipes).

I somehow manage to have this done (with no dream self memory regarding the physical dynamics of the act) whereby the walls have been exchanged. The room with the window is now closer to the entrance and the room with more plumbing is at the right (front of the building viewpoint).

At one point, I start to realize that, because the pipes come from the ground, it is not possible to connect them properly unless many adjustments are made and new parts are purchased. I look at the pipes coming up from the floor and see there is nothing they will presently connect to, as what they were meant to connect to is now in the other room.

I then decide that it is not feasible to rebuild the house with this orientation (again, relating to the pipes), so I undo it as if it never happened (though I wake up realizing I am on my right side instead of my left).

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This was part of a longer series of dreams, including resets and partial repeats of this one, a few other dreams related to pipes, and a few unrelated dreams (all in all, about fifteen non-lucid and semi-lucid dreams on this particular date, which is not uncommon, not including the hundreds of hypnagogic sequences).

In this case, I was vaguely aware of my conscious mind creating my dream’s dynamics and symbolism (which is quite common and has remained one of the puzzles as to why other people do not seem to understand the meaning of their dreams).

Exchanging the walls directly relates to absentmindedly sleeping on my right side for a time instead of my left. I mostly only sleep on my left side as sleeping on my right sometimes causes indigestion and anxiety (one reason being that the stomach and its weight is naturally oriented to the left side of the body). The pipes in this dream relate to the digestive system (though in other dreams, depending on the dream type, can also relate to the circulatory system, the dynamics of dream induction and waking as directly related to the glymphatic clearance pathway, among other causes). The pipes in this dream were mainly in two locations from the floor, one lower than the other, which associates with one being symbolic of the esophagus and the other, the duodenum. The causal effect is based on the norovirus I had yesterday.

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The dream starts in my Aunts backyard. I see some other people whom I do not recognize. I go over and ask who they are. They state that they are dreamers as well and are currently playing an RPG game. I ask if I can join in. They reply "sure the more the better". I wonder whether or not they meant the more the merrier. They look at my confusion and explain how this RPG is hard because of how difficult the game is and explains that the more players in a group the more likely that group will win. They then explain that there are monsters and weapons all over the world. They go on to say that in this game players can only use weapons or tools that they can use in real life. Also that the more use use a weapon or tool in real life the better the player is at using that same tool in the game. I look at them quizzically. They ask if I can use a bow or sword in real life. I respond that ai have only played with toy swords and bows. They look at each other like "oh boy what kind of weak player did we get". They hand me a bow I try to hit the bullseye but miss the mark. "Well at least you hit the target" they say to me. I guess you are a natural at the bow and arrow. They then go onto their IPads and I ask what they are doing. Some apps in real life will improve your weapon ability in this game. Right now we are improving are skill. I ask how else I can improve my skill. They look at me and respond at once "by defeating a monster of course". So I decide to go defeat some low level monsters as I am apparently at level one. I find some weapons not far from my aunts yard. The weapons I find are either inflatable or made out of wood. I wonder why there are inflatable weapons as they would not do that much damage. I take a wooden sword and walk across the street. I go around the corner of the block and find some better weapons. I about to grab a weapon when I notice a huge troll in the room near the weapons. Two other players are there and the troll seems to smell us as she gets up and starts heading our way. The two players run away and I hide behind the weapons. The troll which is about 10ft tall looks around but doesn't see me. Seeing as I was pretty visible I figured the troll thought I was a weapon and was dumb. I then noticed a golden spear. I grab it and decide to prick troll then rehide myself. I figure that if I do this enough that the monster will die and I will level up quickly. I through the golden spear t the monster and hit it. The monsters health bar goes down quite a bit. Suddenly the troll seems much smarter as it starts to talk. I run and the troll runs after me. I somehow get on the ceiling and hang onto the light and hope the troll thinks that I am a fixture. The troll find me and I think that my RPG adventure is over. However, the troll does not hurt me. Instead it thanks me and explains that it was cursed and could only be uncured if someone hit it with the golden spear. The troll states that she is going to try to find her husband and asks me to let her children into the building which are now knocking at the side door. (Which appeared out of nowhere). I open the door the troll's children enter the building and thank me for saving their mother. I level up and ask the children why they explain that defeating a monster does not mean that you have to kill it and that sometimes you have to rescue the monster because it is cursed like their mother was. I wake up.

Morning of August 29, 2017. Tuesday.



I am living with my family at an unknown residence. There are similar associations as with another dream of this date regarding plumbing and connecting pipes. However, in this dream, the pipes are mostly white plastic whereas in my other dream, they were silver metal.

The bottom of the house is about three feet above ground level. I am on the right side of the house, which may be loosely modeled after the one on Gellibrand Street in Clayfield. I see that I need to reconnect at least two pipes, possibly more. One pipe has a different type of softer material that bends easily and is partially transparent. I notice that one pipe has an irregular hole as if cut at an angle and making somewhat of a triangular flap, its texture almost being like a bicycle tire. I put pressure on it to see how big the hole expands (to check how extensive the leak could be) and the pipe breaks in half.

I then consider that I need to buy a new connection. The connection is like a combination of about three pipes and the softer piece that now almost looks like a large sandwich bag tied around the area where two pipes connect at about a ninety-degree angle. There is another person present, unknown, yet who seems to be a friend who is watching me, possibly here to help.

An unknown younger male in the front yard of the house next door (to my left) comes over to annoy us. I tell him that he is trespassing and punch him in the face and stomach a few times. Illogically, I somehow do this while sitting cross-legged on the ground even though he is standing. He does not react at all.

I have had similar dreams (relating to pipes) all my life. Sometimes they have a completely different mood and essence than in other cases. I recently had one of trying to get water to containers in a miniature zoo within a three-tiered cage (“Plumbing Troubles in a Three-Tiered Miniature Zoo” of August 26, 2017).

I am going to have to assume that this dream relates to bad indigestion and stomach clenching related to a virus of yesterday that lasted about twenty-four hours. Generally, plumbing has been validated to mean at least four different things depending on the dream type; blood circulation of the real physical body (in real time, especially when a limb is going numb from a problematic sleeping position), the digestive system (including a need to rehydrate), a need to wake and use the bathroom, and neural energy patterns related to circadian rhythms based on a certain type of coalescence waking symbolism. Although the presence of the preconscious as an imposer seems to suggest coalescence waking symbolism (especially as I punch him to no avail), it seems more about healing the physical body and the digestive system in this case, especially considering the “plastic sandwich bag” association. This may be an incidental carryover of the miniature zoo dream but with a different meaning unless the zoo dream was considered as indirectly prescient. Otherwise, I have had many precognitive dreams related to my physical health since early childhood. Unlike other forms of prescience, it can possibly be explained by the body being “aware” of a potential condition before the conscious mind is, yet which sometimes occurs years in advance.

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Dream 1: I was getting some pepperoni pizza. I got 4 slices, but I wanted more. It actually occurred to me that hey, I can just make it into a whole pizza. So I did, and it turned into a whole pizza.

However, this strange lapse of logicality did nothing to help me become lucid! I didn't fully recognize that I was dreaming, yet I was able to manipulate my environment in ways that I can't do in reality. Very interesting, and so close but not quite!

Dream 2: My poetry professor was talking to me and was pretty nice, and I was still angry at him for giving me a B+ in his class. </3

2017, 08-28

Game of Dreams – Cats and Monsters

Arya: I am playing a game of virtual reality Assassins Creed, or that's what I think of it as. The current mission is to catch cats. There are a lot of stray cat some various kinds around, and I'm supposed to catch them. The place that I’m at looks kind of like a Medieval castle. There are a lot of outside courtyards, towers, buildings, and it's almost like a maze. I am chasing the final cat. I have taken all of the other cats to see my teacher, and now I am chasing the final cat. A mean looking Tom cat. I have him cornered. I get hissed at. He tries to dart past me, but I am faster. I catch the cat, pick him up in my arms as he struggling and yowling and hissing. I gave him a kiss right on his fuzzy face. He does not appreciate it. There are some people that have found me. There are two guards, a stern looking woman, a little boy, and a young girl who asks what I am doing to the cat. Maybe I have wandered into an area where I shouldn’t be. I tell the truth, or part of it. I say I am cuddling the cat. I let the cat go and he takes off, pausing to give me one more hiss as he goes.

From how they speak to me, these people think I am just a random beggar child. I take advantage of that, and make a break for it. With some tricky moves, I get past the guards and knock the boy down as I am trying to get away. I jump over him and run down the pathway. I hear the guards closing in behind me, so I jump up and grab a windowsill and pull myself in through the window. They cannot follow. I think there may be another way they can follow, so I keep going. I run through courtyards, upstairs, downstairs, and in through a window into a really dark cellar. I am completely lost by now. There are skulls here in the cellar, I see them as my eyes adjust the dark. The skulls are huge and menacing. I have a brief flash of fear when I first see them, but then I remind myself they're already dead. They can't hurt me. But I do need to get out of here.

I go out the door in the far side of the room, and it's even darker in the hall. I make feel my way down the hall until I hear voices. I see a light coming out of a hole in the ground. There's a stairway there that leads deep beneath the castle. Two men come out of the hole, and I make sure I'm flat against the wall so they won't see me. They are talking. One of them is a really fat guy and I think I know who he is. I don’t recognize the other. The fat guy wants to stall for time before there is a war. The other tells him to just speed things up, he should be able to, he is a wizard. They start talking about a murder. I hear them talk about the Kings Hand dying... that’s my father! They want to kill my father. They head off down the hall, missing me completely, now talking about what sounds like slave children. I need to find a way out, so I follow them. I stay too far back to hear their voices. Eventually I lose them completely. I keep following the tunnel, and it turns into a sewer. I'm wading in sewage when I finally find my way to the outside. I stink worse than anything I can think of. So I take off my clothes and try to wash up in the river near the exit. I don't want to alert everyone 10 miles away that I'm coming. I am swimming when I wake.

So this here is a big deal for me. A REALLY big deal!
It's been a little more than 6 years since I started with lucid dreaming, and like many other hopefuls I was also aiming at WILDs. Suffice to say they were very elusive to me for the longest of times. Painfully slowly over the past years I had more experiences giving me insight, like waking up unusually slowly out of a dream, basically an unintentional reverse WILD and all sorts of things like that.

So then today was the big day. I got into bed, decided to get out again and read a couple of things on WILDing again as I was planning that for a while anyway. Set my alarm for a bit more than an hour, sleep, get up briefly and put in earplugs.
They were a bit uncomfortable at first but rolling over and pressing my head into the pillow actually helped. They were just noticeable enough to give me an anchor while shielding me from outside sensory input.
As I was laying there I felt a heavy and tired sensation quickly, the one that's been dragging me back into sleep all sorts of times when I wasn't supposed to remain sleeping, but at the same time I felt my mind be decently alert and awake.
Maybe a minute or so after seriously lying down I start getting intense feelings of motion, I patiently feel into them and wait for them to pass, then I get up.

I'm in my room, it's dark and everything looks normal, and this surely would've made for an FA, but I didn't lose my consciousness at all, so I immediately reality checked with a nose-pinch, and sure enough, I was in a dream. Incredibly smooth and direct transition too. Perfect.
I open the balcony door, and as I wasn't exactly dressed I grabbed a t-shirt and quickly put it on while strolling through the neighborhood. It was very close to my actual living place in K, but there were some differences. I strolled through the place, and there were 2 persons, I levitated up on a building and then jumped down in one swoop close to them, like I often did in a Power Armor in Fallout 4. They did give me a weird look and I made a small impact but it wasn't much.

I conceived a plan to test out more stuff so I thought why not try summoning some beautiful girl? So I went into an apartment building, around a staircase corner and there was someone waiting who was very likely inspired by someone I knew from real life. Had red short hair like my wife currently but looked otherwise a lot different. At least the concepts, proportions, facial structure and the like were a compound of actual people known to me. She wasn't what I was looking for though, so after a few words I got out and repeated the same process (enter an apartment building, go around a staircase corner, meet someone) 2 more times.
The next time was a person that was inspired by one very particular person I know and remember from real life. I asked her about her height which just cemented my realization that she was directly inspired by person IN I knew from many years in my past. Again a few words and I moved on.
The third and last time there was yet another person in the same line, sort of okay looking, but not what I had tried to summon as eye candy, leading me to the realization that somehow my summoning parameters must've gotten restricted to known persons and looks.

I entered one of these apartment buildings again and basically entered a separate space with no way to get back, and it was bigger on the inside too. Hammer space time.
The place was very dimly lit and the architecture was almost persistent, changing just ever so slightly with every passing minute of me strolling through the corridors. I opened doors and explored rooms.
One of the rooms I distinctly remember was a storage chamber, and while looking into it and the vicinity I heard some disembodied voice talking about inheriting riches and getting through an awful time in an awful city, with him thinking he wouldn't have made it otherwise.
Odd but okay.
I also stumbled upon a room that was described as my classroom, with me being the teacher, but no one was there. It also had elements of a kitchen, a train station and not enough chairs.
Here I'm not perfectly sure about the chronological order, but some time before or after those rooms the dream sort of dimmed, and thinks became hard to see, I had the feeling of slipping away. I really focused on everything I was feeling, similar to ADA exercises, and a pulse ran through everything, giving it an invigorated and strong color for a moment. Also the corridor I was in when I did that had some mixture of grass and tiles on the floor.
Towards the end of the dream I heard a screeching sound to the left of that corridor, a terrifying cacophony, which only after a couple seconds I recognized as the train delivering my students.
I went to the room again where I saw them, I think like 5 or so. There was some Yu-Gi-Oh theme to them (for whatever inexplicable reason), and one of them was a snake dude, with scales and weird eyes.
Upon looking into his eyes the dream ended somewhat abruptly as I felt myself waking up, I knew there was no going back so I got up and happily started writing down this entry.


Now I'll see if I can repeat this semi-reliably. Sure, I might not be able to pull it off every night, but this was to deliberate and specific for me to believe it to be a fluke. I can do it again. And more importantly I then should be able to actively incorporate Ryuuko into these dreams.

-1-In this scenario, I was doomed by something or someone to play smash for a long time. I had a choice—either 64 and Brawl, or just Melee. Of course, I chose Melee. The scene depicted me training tech skill and finding ranges and stuff as Marth, fighting a Ganondorf CPU. I landed at least one tipper Fsmash, and he landed at least one dark dive.
[New Scene]
One time as Greninja and Link, I ran around a path across WWHD-textured grass. Also, I parkoured a few times through a town(at least once with Snickers), over a creek, through some trees, and beside someone’s wall-sized window to get to a building on the other side that Dad was in. The neighbors (someones) were one guy that looked like Mack, and a teenager lying down and doing something on a laptop. The door on the right edge had a paper sign that said, “Do not open.” That’s what Dad had said too. Also, he was covered in shaving cream.
-2(L)-I noticed it was a false awakening by seeing a piece of duct tape on the wall that normally isn’t there. I did a reality check and confirmed that I was dreaming. However, I again forgot all about the first priority(Layer 4 Lucidity, Full Stability, Consistency in those), so I didn’t last as long as I wanted to. I did, however, get out of my dream bed and tried to TF into a wolf. I got as far as being 90+% covered in incredibly soft, dark gray wolf fur. I also grew a tail, but wasn’t lucid enough to remember to feel it. I felt near-euphoric sensations when I spread my right hand across my furry stomach. No wonder cats like being pet.
-3-I was playing a non-existent metroid prime game. At first, you start with all of the MP1 equipment, or at least the plasma beam and power bomb, as well as the space jump. I entered a room via the plasma beam. The plasma doors were orange instead of red. For game reasons, the other side of the door was blue. Upon entering the room, I saw the location where Samus is supposed to have most of her equipment. I scanned a wall above and slightly behind the location. The text indicated that the wall was made of Denzium. I used a power bomb on that, as well as another wall on ground level. Both walls housed power bomb expansions, so I decided to do a glitch, where I would take back the power bombs early. I stepped into the cutscene location, and then I lost equipment. Then, I climbed back up to where the power bomb expansion was. When Samus touched it, the ‘power bomb get’ animation didn’t play. Instead, Samus’ animation froze until I made her float backwards and off of the blue orb that was now where the power bombs used to be. Suddenly, someone said that the “Gibdus Orb Glitch” was the fastest way to do something. They also said that it was see-through and squishy. The orb would sometimes switch appearances, from a light-blue outline with dark-blue animations of stuff very quickly heading from the outline to the center, to a simple balloon, and finally to something very similar to Skyrim’s ‘Candlelight’ spell. The orb could also be used for floaty transport. I grabbed it, floated around with it, and tried to increase altitude with it.
[New Scene]
Before all that, I was at my grandparents' house playing a collab of 007 games, which included, but wasn’t limited to, Goldeneye 64, Wii, and 007 Legends. First, I tried some Goldeneye Wii to see if the online was still active, which it was(confirmed by a scene where I used a Sigmus 9). Then, I was suddenly playing MP. I’m not sure which one. I tried some powershots and missiles at this one space pirate.
Lucid Time: 45-90 seconds

August 28
Old home backyard, in new area with little hovels and David and I get one together and mom and Christian get the other beside ours. He had to go donate tomorrow so we I was making food for him and I chose rice, beets, chicken, carrots, something mashed, mashed sweet potatoes? There was leftover chicken with the mashed food in a pot that I just had to heat up, and then in another container were leftover carrots and beets which I threw into the pot. I remember cooking up some fresh chicken though; perhaps before I knew that I had leftover foods in the refrigerator? The rice I did separately in a much smaller pot and only did enough for one, afterwards I remember thinking why had I not done enough for myself but decided not to go cook more. I used a small two burner portable stove of the like we had at home, I considered using the small burner but wen t with the big one for it all. Mom came in and said she was making something with high protein, meat, pork? But I said I was already doing that so she left. The place had two beds and tons of junk around, just wood planks leaned up against the walls and the roof was a low pitched top of all wood and straw? It was nighttime, a guy came in the start showed us we could live here but I forgot or was not given the reason why.