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Morning of September 20, 2017. Wednesday.



This dream is vivid from start to finish even though I deliberately change my identity twice (by way of non-lucid dream control). Instead of my most common form of dream state initiation (water, which symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep), it begins with another very common dream state indicator, that is, “still” being in bed. (The difference of course relates to sleeping in the waters of the womb in the first months of life in contrast to sleeping in bed, though the dream state initiation form may be incidental.) My dream self’s memory is mostly limited to not much beyond the age of twenty.

The bed turns out to be in a new version of the Loomis Street house. It is in the living room. There is much more space on the north side of the room than there was in reality and there is also a vague association with our Gellibrand Street apartment of years ago (though I do not reflect upon this while in my dream). The bed is in the northeast corner of the room, aligned to the north wall. I am on the left side (which is atypical as I have mostly been on the right side in recent years when sleeping with Zsuzsanna, though this is probably related to subliminal reinduction). My brother-in-law Bob had been sleeping on the right side. My sister Marilyn is alive and as she was in the late 1970s (with no memory of her having died in 2014). She has not yet decided to go to sleep. I am seemingly aware my mother had recently died (though she died in 2002).

Anita comes in through the front door and asks Marilyn if she had been in the bed sleeping, mentioning “all five people” in the bed (even though I had only been aware of Bob being in the bed). I turn more to my left, very close to the edge of the bed. It seems that Anita had picked up and kept an American quarter that had fallen out of my shirt pocket. More coins fall onto the floor from my left shirt pocket, including at least three American quarters and a few nickels and dimes, but these I retrieve and put in my right pants pocket (as I am apparently wearing blue jeans in bed).

I then get up and start practicing telekinesis by willing objects to fly into my right hand, mostly cups, empty soda cans, and dishes. “Did you see that?” I keep asking Anita and Marilyn. There is no surprise from them.

I go outside and it seems to be late morning (even though it had been nighttime seconds before). I fly about six feet above the ground but mostly hover and loudly screech. The unfamiliar neighbor to the south has a few children playing in his yard. I decide to go over, via the alley, and apologize for my behavior, as it may have frightened them. I explain to the man that I am “Carrie’s brother”. For a short time, I puzzle over the timeline possibly being wrong, as Carrie and I are supposedly around the same age and I perceive it may be the late 1980s. I then show him my telekinetic ability. I will small items to fly into my hand from a distance as well as an empty cardboard box that had been put out for the garbage collectors. The other male seems curious but not afraid. “I can lift a house,” I explain, “or a car”. (I have the usual false memory that a house can be lifted into the air and set back down with telekinesis without destroying the foundation, plumbing, or electrical connections.)

There are many scenes after this where I go into a building and show my telekinetic abilities to several other unfamiliar people, mostly males of about twenty. I continuously will, over and over, mainly cups (though other items as well) to fly into my right hand. I perform such acts at least thirty times as others watch with mild interest. It seems effortless and triggered by softly imagining the feeling of already having it in my hand. I also eventually cause cups to slide across the table away from me (not nearly as common a dream event as willing them to me). The others find it amusing when I do this. For some reason, this seems more important and impressive than drawing objects to me.

I then decide to be Carrie herself. I am beginning what seems like eighth grade in an unknown school. While sitting at a long table with a few others in a row, I will pencils to fly into my hand from the table in front of us. One unfamiliar boy directly to my left looks at me and the pencils flying from the other table into my hand, but does not react - as if he cannot see or understand the world around him. He looks somewhat arrogant but completely clueless. I reason that, unlike the previous witnesses, many young people have no perception or understanding of the world around them, so unusual or unexplainable events are not perceived as such at all.

From here, I notice that the top layer of skin has come off around the base of my thumb and partly across the palm. There are clumps of dead skin here and there that I peel off. The flesh underneath is pure white and very soft and smooth. Curiously, I do not notice that my hand is reversed in orientation, that is, when my palm is up, my left thumb is on the right (instead of my left thumb being outward to the left with my palm up as it should be). It is very vivid, with an augmented sense of touch (though no pain) and I never take more notice to this impossible hand orientation despite the clarity.

In the last scene, I fly around above Sill Street, mostly to the west. (This is a very illogical location and focus for my dreams, as it was of little significance in real life and not seen at all since 1994, and yet has peculiarly become more common over the last few years.) This seems more of the closing credits to a movie. Curiously, instead of music associated with “Carrie” (1976), I hear an altered version of the lyrics and music from “Sybil” (1976 television miniseries). However, these are the same incorrect lyrics I sang in the 1970s, even playing the music on my accordion and electronic organs. I perceive Carrie (Sissy Spacek) as singing them. Instead of “Mirror mirror in my mind”, I always sang “Mirror mirror in my heart” (so much so, the real lyrics now sound “wrong” to me). Instead of “Come as a dream, ribbons of rhymes”, I sang it as “Fashions and swirls, ribbons and curls”.

Interestingly, Anita’s reference to supposedly five people having been in the bed may have deliberately foreshadowed me playing the two other roles before waking. Coins often relate to coalescence and the level of subliminally perceived neural activity in the dream state. Since early childhood, I have always been aware of very distinct differences between dream self modes, including passively non-lucid, non-lucid but willful, non-lucidly in control (being aware of making and controlling “my world” though with no direct recall of what a dream is), passive lucidity, willful lucidity, apex lucidity (total and sustained willful conscious creation and automatic linear control of the dream including deliberately symbolic waking transitions based on fifty years of day to day experience where certain long-term forms of conscious thought automatically integrate into unconscious states), and other distinct levels of unconsciousness, including entirely abstract where my existence seems to be as a letter of the alphabet or geometrical form, sometimes with unusual and unique mental rituals, or the repeating of a phrase to “perfectly” assume a physical position prior to waking.

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April 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 209: Attack of the Water Demons!
Series: 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 8
DILD
around 8:30am



I'm chill'n at my old high school. There is a large group of us sitting in the front lobby during lunch break. We are talking about weed. MA is there and I am surprised to hear that she smokes. I told her that she should smoke with me sometime. I look at her and I noticed her eyes were just a shade darker than lime green. She asks, "Why don't we go smoke right now?" I told her I was down. Me, her, Cliff, Diddy, and another person who kept changing identities snuck off into the weight room. MA pulled out a bag of and informed us it was some pretty good shit. Cliff rolled up a blunt and we began smoking. The identity changing guy kept watch as we four smoked. We talked about weed and how I would have never guessed she was a toker. We finished the blunt as the end of lunch bell rang.

We all sprayed ourselves with some air freshener that was sitting in the weight room and exited into the hallway. We were high as shit and were borderline geeking as we made our way up the steps. I made a suggestion to do this everyday at lunch and everyone agreed. At the top we still had a few minutes left and Diddy brought up lucid dreaming. I began explaining ADA (all day awareness) and I realized that the school looked way different than it should. I thought back and said, "Oh shit. We are dreaming right now!"

I became lucid and I told everyone to do a RC. Everyone started noes pinching and I heard a scream from behind us. I turned around and BC(10) came running up to us and said, "The demons are here!" I was intrigued. There were students screaming and running around everywhere. I didn't see any demons though, BC said, "They travel through the pipes." Suddenly, the nearby water fountain turn on and made a gurgling sound. Then a blast of water shot out of the fountain. The water was in the shape of the aliens from the movie series, "Alien." It zoomed across the floor and then took human form. It was a very attractive female. She had taken form right behind and random student and snapped his neck. I decided to finish off this terror.

I flash-stepped (a teleportation technique from the anime series, "Bleach") behind the girl and threw a punch. She transformed into her water demon form and my fist put a hole in her. It didn't phase her one bit as she fell into a puddle and slid away from me. She took human form right in front of water fountain and laughed. She put her mouth on the water fountain and blew into it. Suddenly, the water fountain a little further down the hall began spewing. An eruption of water created another water demon. This one transformed into a male in its human form. I got a feeling that he was the weaker of the two, so I told everyone to take him on and "leave the bitch to me." My friends took off passed me and began battling the guy.

I approached the girl and tried to think of a way to damage water. A fought her for a bit, but she just laughed and turned to water with every punch or kick I applied. I managed to avoid her attacks by flash stepping a lot. After a bit, I realized what to do. Using pokemon logic, I flash stepped in front of an electrical box, opened it and punch it as hard as I could. Electricity sparked and began running up my entire arm. It hurt a bit, but I took it like a trooper. The electricity caused an intense buzzing and tingling in my arm. I could see it glowing and turning a blue and gold. I pulled my arm away and looked at it. My actually arm from my fingertips to my shoulder had changed. My actual arm was navy blue, but it was mostly covered in yellow lighting that spider-webbed my entire arm.

I turned back to the demon and could see the fear in her eyes. She transformed into water and headed for the water fountain. I slammed my fist into the ground like Jax from Mortal Kombat and electricity flash across the ground. It slammed into the demon and transformed her back into her human form. She had been knocked against the wall and there was smoke coming from her. I saw her flicker into her water form a couple times, but she was unable to transform again. I yelled at my friends to come finish her off and I would handle the guy. We swapped and they battle the injured female demon.

He immediately took off for the fountain and a shot lightning out of my fingers. It missed and he put his mouth on the fountain. I flash stepped to the other fountain which had started gurgling. I put my thumb over the hole. He smiled and back off his fountain. My thumb forced the water back to his and it erupted and produced another water demon. This one also took the form of a girl, but she looked shy and harmless. She was wearing glasses and casually walked between both battle and shouted words of encouragement to both sides. Mostly she just said, "Everyone...do your best!" BC had now joined me and told me that they never could find a way to finish off the demons at her old school. She told me that they used t be human. The guy used to play baseball, but got hurt and could never play again. I figured their back story would give a clue to their weakness. She told me the girl had got caught rigging the vote for prom queen and was stripped of her crown...little did she know, she would have won anyway. BC told me that the final girl was the smartest in the school and got caught cheating for other students and was expelled.

Me and BC fought the male demon for a while. After each attack my arm had to recharge. Instead of forcing the issue, I decided to play along with what the dream had given me. Finally, BC was able to distract him a bit and I nailed him with a bolt to the chest. He shook it off rather quickly, but was unable to transform again. I began beating the piss out of him and grabbed him by his leg. I thought, "His weakness must have to do with his injury....what could it have been." I slammed him against the wall, shoulder first a few times, but it didn't seem to do much. I said, "Is it your legs?" I then held him by his arms and slammed his legs against the wall. He smiled and said, "Not the legs....but...." He seemed like he wanted me to guess it right. It suddenly pooped in my head. "Its the knees isn't it? You were a catcher!" I bent his legs and slammed both knees against the ground. He groaned and I could tell it had damaged him. I grabbed each leg and twisted it right at the knee bend. A light flashed and I was now holding a voodoo doll.

The guy was standing in front of me I looked happy. He said, "You released me from my curse!" He told me that his life was in my hands and he pointed at the voodoo doll. I asked for his name and he said, "LeClair." I asked if he still had his water powers. He said, he could still take the form of water, but the demon had been released.I told him that he should stick around and join my army. I also told him that he was free and regardless of his choice I would lock his voodoo doll in a safe where it will never be found. He accepted my offer with a fist pound. We joined the other and engaged in battle with the demon chick. I speared her and had her pinned to the ground, she kept saying, "It all seems possible!" I looked at her and said, "It isn't possible. You are absolutely stunning, there is no possible way you will lose the vote for Prom Queen." Like before, there was a flash and I was holding the a voodoo doll and the girls spirit formed into a person in front of me. I noticed the other girl who was encouraging everyone had also broken her curse. She explained that her curse was broken when her friends had been helped. They were the ones she had tried to cheat for. The prom queen was named Rose, and the other girl was Carrie. They joined my army as a trio.

They told me they were all half water sprite/half human that had fallen into darkness. Sprites apparently aren't much different from demons and can cross over if they aren't careful. I introduced them to my friends Diddy, J-Dub, Ryano, MA, BC, and Changeling. I said, "We really don't know who he is. He changes identities every 30 seconds or less. We just call him changeling." LeClair, Carrie, and Rose were teaching me how to turn into water and I almost had fully transformed into a puddle when the dream became unstable and started to fade. I knew it had been a long one, so I decided not to DEILD. I didn't want to forget anything.


108 Stars of Destiny
NEW 13 - LeClair, Carrie, Rose (the water sprite trio) - The H2O Star

Series Details
Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series!