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I am outside somewhere in what looks like a marsh. The water brilliantly reflects the sky, making it hard to tell how deep it is. It’s also hard to tell what/where the land is, as the plants are lush and thick. I am walking through this, giving in to the inevitability of my feet sinking into the water at some point. I still try to avoid it as much as I can, and at one point I am jumping higher, farther, and slower than is humanly possible. This marshland is really peaceful and beautiful. Now, I’ve ended up on the edge of a forest, traveling inward. It’s gotten darker quicker than I expected, and I feel a brief pang of fear as I don’t have a light or a sense of direction.




I’m in an unfamiliar college building and walk into Mike Holmes’ class (different than his real class), finding it full when I thought it would be over. I see my empty seat at the high desks and take it. Now, I am presenting a model - a plain, rectangular, multi-floor shopping mall. I don't think I've ever actually seen this model until now, and I'm only talking about its simplicity as if it is its biggest asset. He seems to like it.

Morning of October 31, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,944-03. Reading time: 1 min 48 sec. Readability score: 72.



I lose my conscious self identity in a later water reinduction stage. I am still in a canoe that is floating through a marsh, probably Mink Slough. Two unfamiliar children are with me, a boy and a girl. I am young as well, though possibly about eighteen.

The water seems shallower at one point. There is much vegetation protruding from the water’s surface. The plants are multicolored, that is, different colors in different sections. Someone had coated all the dried-up leaves with a few different colors of spray paint, including blue, red, and yellow. I consider that it was a thoughtless act, as it will likely cause environmental problems.

Eventually, we reach the bank and leave the canoe. The King Street landlady has given the children a task to build what I first think is a rabbit cage. (This is an association with early childhood, as my father had a rabbit farm.) There are pieces of wood, screen, and wire to use to build the cage. They are in a pile near the south end of the King Street house. I decide that I will help, but the boy had already built a cage when I pick up a few random boards.

In the last scene, I am in the King Street mansion’s kitchen. There is a birdcage where the sink was in real life. The boy may have been cleaning the cage already, as when he leaves the room, there is birdseed stuck all over his face. He does not seem to care.

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Curiously, the last scene was from a minimal thought while watching “Cargo” (2017) last night, when the girl Thoomi was eating something and got seeds or crumbs stuck on her lips and face. I have always found it astounding how the non-lucid dream self can take one fleeting impersonal trivial thought and make it part of a dream scenario. The movie was about zombies, and yet I have never dreamt of zombies in the apocalyptic sense. (In a dream from 1981, they were based on the original usage of the term as slow-moving sleepwalking slaves, but were revealed to be actors.) I think it is because of how they move so unnaturally in such movies when my reticular formation and vestibular system mostly only create fluid movements in dreams. That, and it is difficult to imagine very sick people as being stronger or faster than healthy people.

The common melatonin mediation factor appears here (as occurs one or more times each sleep cycle). It starts with water induction and ends with vestibular system correlation (the boy in the kitchen as the vestibular simulacrum leaving the birdcage - and note how the birdcage was where the sink was in reality).

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Non-dream stuff - this has been the pattern for the last few days. I woke up at 8:30 but somehow fell asleep again despite not wanting to, waking up two hours later. Been having long non-lucid dreams on the first waking but usually forget too many details by the second waking.

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Dream part 1:
I was playing a game like the new Monster Hunter, I even remember thinking "this game is too similar to Monster Hunter, feels a bit like a rip-off". It was day time but dim. I was playing a male hunter, walking around some marshland and there was an old ruin/structure, and there was an inscription on top. For some reason I changed character to a female hunter, and then used the grappling hook to get on top of the old structure. I was a bit clumsy about it but I stood close to the inscription and read it.

I can't remember what it said, but it was 3 sentences and was cryptic.

Details are missing here between the next part.

Dream part 2:
I remember I was hunting a large creature in the marshland with other hunters but then at some point there is a transition and I become a giant creature myself. I seem to remember the form I took was of a female reptilian biped, with creamy/dirty white scales. I then went around the world and met other creatures and either changed the type I was or simply got bigger.

Eventually I remember seeing a (in the dream context) god-like creature, which was so big it's difficult to describe with words; only the foot was under the clouds and even though I was a giant too my size was only of this creature's toes.

I climbed up the furry leg, which I seem to remember being brown or orange fur, getting past the clouds and seeing the sun; it had a skirt and I came to the conclusion it was female and kept climbing up her leg until eventually I reached her shoulder.

I can't remember what happened next other than I had a brief discussion with her; her father had made her upset for some reason.

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Notes:

• This is the very rare dream type I typically enjoy quite a lot even if it's non-lucid. Unfortunately I did not think to RC at any point, despite the "massive" cues.
• The last dream I had of a similar sort was a couple of years ago, but it wasn't half as detailed nor was it of the same scale.
• I think I'm still doing poorly in regards to setting intentions about dreaming lately.
• The "goddess" creature reminds me now of a character I've seen an artist portray, so I'm thinking that's where her visual appearance stemmed from.
• From the first part to the second part, the feeling of being in a game was gradually reduced, until it felt more "real", especially with the climbing. Maybe because of the physical "effort"?

I live in a large house with my girlfriend(let's call her Owl) in a marshy, swampy area. There's lots of greenery and a pasture in the backyard. Owl and I have to take care of some ragged man. He has dirty clothes, brown hair that hasn't been washed in so long it's in dreads, and vivid blue eyes. He has a huge, sarcastic grin on his face at almost all times, and consistently acts like he's high.

Unsure what to do, we lock this man in our gray shed, just outside the house. I have Owl keep watch while I try to find a better alternative to the situation, but when I come back, he has escaped. I say something like, "What did you expect, with us keeping him locked up like that?" and then the dream fades out as I wake up.

I have fallen asleep on the couch, it is 5am, and since I can sleep in, I decide to go to my real bed and try to continue the dream. I'm still partially in the dream, so I try to "pause" it as I go to my bed.

I lay down in my bed and settle in to sleep again, having never full woken up in the first place. The dream comes back int view quickly, but now there's a pause menu up, like it's a video game screen. It asks if I wish to continue, and gives me two options:

YES

GOLF

I find this so funny that I start to laugh and wake myself up from the dream completely. Apparently I couldn't say no!

Morning of August 9, 2017. Wednesday.



I become aware that I am babysitting an unfamiliar boy of about four years of age in the northeast area of the Cubitis living room. I perceive myself as being about twenty-five years old. It feels like it might be late morning. I have no associations with whomever the boy’s parents might be.

The dreamer does not realize that he has not lived in Cubitis since 1978, leaving when he was seventeen. He also does not recall that he lived in Wisconsin when he was twenty-five, not Florida. The memory of his three sons (and two daughters) does not seem extant, though the presence of the unfamiliar boy, who does not resemble any of his sons, may be a subliminal clue, though he otherwise has no memory of who he presently really is.

There is a huge Raggedy Ann doll sitting against the north wall near the northeast corner of the living room. I have a notion that the giant stuffed doll is somehow a mother figure for the boy. It almost reaches the ceiling. The head is unrealistically large in proportion to the rest of the doll. Time passes, and the head seems flatter (front to back) than it should be. The doll begins to sag and lean forward and the boy and I are annoyed that this oversized pie-like head may cover us. I have to push it back a few times, but when I do, the whole doll, especially the head, seems slightly thinner.

The dreamer still does not have viable memory. He does not question why a giant doll would be perceived as a “real” mother by the boy or comfort him as such. He does not even consider simply moving out of the way of the doll when it leans forward at times. He does not consider why the doll’s head gets vertically flatter when there is no discernible reason for the change. Perhaps he is subliminally aware of the weight of the blanket on his real physical body as he sleeps, and perhaps through the veil of sleep, he indirectly recalls that his youngest daughter has stuffed toys near her as she sleeps. Could this hodgepodge of current neural energy while sleeping be why such a scene is rendered? He also did have concern that his youngest son had enough blankets prior to sleeping. As a doll symbolizes the physical inactivity of someone while in the dream state, it likely is a very distorted thread of memory of his beautiful wife Zsuzsanna, combined with thoughts of his pillow that sometimes seems too flat.

Eventually, I notice that much of the oversized ragdoll is now more like a collection of blankets that fall forward at times, a couple that cover me, though I think the doll is still sitting there. It seems ambiguous, and the round face itself seems more and more like a large flat pillow I push back several times. It does not seem cold. I do not think that the boy will be harmed, only perhaps annoyed by being covered like this. After a few minutes, I am aware that Dennis (half-brother on my mother’s side) is coming into the house. He seems about thirty years old and is dressed like a biker. He wants to show me something. It seems the boy will be okay on his own, though I somehow perceive that Dennis has no interest in the boy’s well-being. I go with him for a short distance after leaving the house. I then decide to fly. Coming out from the house, it is now the King Street boarding house. I effortlessness fly north over Tenth Street South, leaving Dennis behind for now.

The dreamer’s brother had not been to Florida since 1970. Like every other dream feature, it is erroneous, completely removed from any correct timeline. Even more curiously, he walked out from the north end of the open carport in Florida yet simultaneously from the closed porch of the King Street boarding house, not regarded in real life much since 1990 and over 1,500 miles away from the original setting. There is no measure of distance in thought, but that is moot, as the two buildings were somehow perceived as being the same. The dreamer often flies in his dreams as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do. To take to the air to get somewhere else is what he has done often for many years in both lucid and non-lucid dreams, without considering physics or gravity. There is no doubt, but the dream self is not the conscious self, and the rules that dictate that flying cannot be as such do not apply, even if there was some subliminal memory that it was not possible.

I end up in some sort of forest on the other side of La Crosse, which I perceive may be several blocks west of Loomis Street. After walking around and entering a denser area of forest by way of a footpath, I notice that Dennis is already here. He talks to a seemingly homeless person in dark apparel. The unfamiliar scruffy male is sitting at the side of the path, facing outwards from the dense trees. Dennis seems annoyed and may be impatient about something. It has something to do with the other male not owning a motorcycle as he is expected to. There is no fighting, just a conversation. It seems the other male may have sold or lost his motorcycle and is now living in the woods. I walk around and see another clear footpath that leads straight through the densest part of the forest. It seems to be afternoon and the imagery is very clear and beautiful. The path leads east and seems to continue for quite a distance. I can see an open area at the very end that indicates an urban area. Still, after walking around, I decide to fly again.

The dreamer does not question this fictional area of land. The area in real life would be within the same area as the Northside Elementary School (though the area looks much different now than when he last lived there in February 1994). He does not ask himself how Dennis apparently walked there and got there before him.

As I am flying, my focus changes somewhat. I see below me, something that is almost like a life-sized map, showing how the area originally appeared. It was mostly a marshy expanse with no trees for a long time. This changes, as Dennis had planted a number of saplings over time, until it was a dense forest. Curiously, I am aware that no one else, including members of the city council, ever noticed this change other than Dennis and a few biker friends of his. I watch the changes in the map as I turn and fly south.

Looking down on a slowly animated life-sized map superimposed over the bird’s-eye view of the land below does not seem unusual to the dreamer. It is like a visual historical view displaying the changes over time, not following the rules of real-life perception. He does not fly back down to investigate or consider that if he did, he might be in the original treeless marsh as it supposedly was years previously.

I am now aware that it is nighttime even though it had been afternoon moments before. I do not find the change unusual. I am aware of a missile lighting up a small area of the sky to the north, over what I perceive may be a small island, but I still consider it as a threat even though it seems far away. My wife Zsuzsanna now joins me as we run southward. The buildings around us start to shake. They seem to wobble and waver unrealistically, somewhat like exaggerated jelly motions. I think we can escape. We run over the tops of buildings, over the roofs of commercial buildings of various heights, no attention to how tall they are. It seems effortless but annoying. I get the idea to take cover in a boiler room of a commercial building. I sense the ceiling may collapse, but it does not, though there is still shaking. We end up near a breaker panel. I have a fading idea about possibly resetting the main breaker, as if that might somehow make the building more suitable to hide in.

The dreamer’s memory seems more viable now as he recalls Zsuzsanna. There is even a thread of recent memory about North Korea’s missile launches, but little else. His focus on the breaker panel reveals a subliminal awareness of the neural energy within his mind, yet not fully realizing why this thought emerges in the last seconds of his dream or whether it symbolizes “deactivating” his dream, increasing his neural energy and expansion into whole consciousness, or both.

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4/10/13

1. I am at school. An announcement is made that the water is going to be shut off for a few days. People grumble. I go home, and my grandmother is convinced that she needs a new bathroom door. I become angry with her, and she locks herself in her car. She stays the night, but I inform her I never wanted her to do that.

2. I am fearful of writing SATAN in a grimoire I find because of an angel or demon character from the dream.

3. I am at the Marsh or Woodland, looking out into the distance. Lately it has transformed from a swamp into a hill-scape. I am sitting on the hill.

4. I am in school. They state that nuclear radiation exceeding normal levels has encompassed the building, and that we must evacuate immediately. We all become happy because we get to leave school. Our homeroom teacher brings us up to the ongoing history class to retrieve the rest of her students. We evacuate the building, and go to a camp. Someone hurt a bunch of kids the annoy me and other DCs. We are astonished by his psychopathic behavior, and I bring him into a cabin. I stab him to death with a pair of scissors.

5. An Irish kid I know gets mad at me, and I go to my house. I then sneak out at night. I begin to fly although I am not lucid. I go over hills and end in the Woodland again, although it is no longer swampy. It is dawn, and I am over the hills with many trees. It is perfectly misty and peaceful. Some areas have snow. I accidentally go too far in the mountain scenery and fly into the tundra. I am lost.

6. I am taking a shower, but frogs and slugs peel out from my skin. I am absolutely horrified. I get dressed and am too afraid to even look under my shirt to find out what happened.

3/16/13

1. I am lucid. I am in a factory setting. I try to explain to a crowd of characters about what happened in my previous dream. There is a man giving a tour in the scene of my dream. The people appear frustrated. I decide that it is my dream, the world is mine, and I jump on the tour-holder, liberating myself from the restraints. A group of DCs follow me happily.

A business man, outside in the open, steps out of a black car and says: "Let's go. It's time to wake up," but I just flip him off. I make the mistake of thinking it is a shared dream, and I run with five other people. I tell them to focus on their senses to make the dream real, but I did not realize that they weren't. We race through a desert and forest. I have begun to label all forested areas (those that aren't plains or urban) as part of the Marsh, because it has expanded recently and has been appearing a lot in my dreams lately. We see a house. Grimilia steps out of a corner. I have not seen her in years; why has she returned? She must be sentient for her to appear like this. She must be a part of me that has become self-aware, dissociated from my psyche because of her significance or other reasons. Maybe she resembles something or somebody. Could she be a representation of a problem? Some things happen, and everything explodes into a blinding white. I tell the characters to run, but when I look back I only see two of them.

2007-2010

1. The Lake of the previous dreams has become a huge wetland, and has now become dissociated from my house, but rather near Zombie Island. I am standing in the Marsh with a bunch of people, and swimming in a whirlpool the size of a football field.

2. I am in a swamp that has taken over a neighborhood. I walk around, knowing that I have to get out before the rest of it floods. I lose my shoe, and I go back, delaying me. I then cannot make it in time before the next tidal change.

3. I am back in the location of the first dream. I swim, but this time I discover a beautiful waterfall and cove in the Marsh.

4. We have to jump from a mound of swamp to swim in the Marsh's tide pool.

5. I am in a palace in Etcia (a location in my dream world), overviewing the Marsh in its beautiful entirety. When I awaken, I am happy that the terrifying place of the Lake is now replaced by this intricate swamp that I can visit in my dreams anytime I become lucid.

6. I am playing tag with other small children in the Marsh.

7. I am in the Marsh with others. As the wave of water rushes in, I meet a man or an animal. I cannot remember which. He told me that I was dreaming, and that he was my Dream Guide; an alternate consciousness living within my brain that only appeared in my dreams. He told me that while I was awake he slept and that dreams where his reality. I have not seen him since.

8. EDIT: 4/30/13 The Marsh has recently transformed into the Woodland. Dreams that take place in the classic Marsh will be still be tagged as such. The Marsh was also originally the Lake, but that has since been eradicated. Only one dream from the present has gone back to the original Lake.

3/22/13

3. I am back at the Lake. I am in a car. My dad is bashing my head against the dashboard. I scream, but he doesn't stop. I run and hide from him, but my blood trail gives it away. I tell my friend to call the police, but she just helps me run through the woods. My dad is chasing me. I stop and see that my mom is dead, but I spit on her body. The DC friend is crying. We run until we get out, and we go to school the next day in the dream. We have to go on a field trip to the Lake, but we see the car with the door open where my dad disappeared. No one else notices. We get to the Lake. It has split off into a waterfall. If I was lucid, I would have known that the Marsh was near there. There is a machine that brings wooden slits across water in a diagonal grid. When they reach the end, the slits open up into body-sized squares. We have to jump into it to go down. I am a little nervous, but I go down. The chaperone tells me to meet the other DC in the water tube. I am confused, but then I realize that I have scuba gear on. I talk to the kid. He begins to respond, but we unexpectedly fall out of the water tube and onto a floor. We are separated from the rest. I see white halls, and realize that it is in a hospital. It looks abandoned. There is a wheel chair and a lot of trash scattered across the floor. We cannot get back up to the lake. I tell the DC that when I used to visit the Lake, it was haunted. He becomes scared, and I see a dead raven.

Morning of December 30, 2012. Sunday.

Reading time: 1 min 50 sec. Readability score: 63.



In my dream, I am in an open field in an undetermined location. It seems to be late morning. At least two soldiers are present, one possibly a lieutenant. One is using binoculars at times. (I am unaware of directional orientation as is sometimes the case even with unfamiliar settings or distorted composites sometimes including it.)

A flock of birds, possibly ducks, flies overhead. There is something about “retaliation.” I am unsure if the soldiers are referring to the birds or an unseen human enemy beyond.

They have a model white plane without any detail on its surface. They send it into the flock of birds by remote control. I anticipate something dramatic will happen. One of the soldiers looks at me curiously for a short time.

The airplane seems to have gone out of sight and crash-landed in a marsh. It seems to be my task to get it. I wade through soft wet ground near a river. I grab what I think is the model aircraft.

Upon my return, the soldiers are now duck hunters. The airplane I am holding is now a duck decoy. They seem to be annoyed that I have “retrieved” it as they are still using it. I give it to them, and we do not exchange words, angry or otherwise.

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Vestibular system correlation, which has occurred in at least one dream per sleep cycle for over fifty years (typically more, especially in the first stages of sleep), has infinite dynamics. Certain incidental elements are part of it, but outcome stems from levels of non-lucid or lucid control of anticipation of the waking process. I have documented and decoded thousands of such dreams, and the nuances are always unique (just as I have never dreamt of the same place, in the same way, more than once).

In this dream, the simulacrum of emerging consciousness is a projection as the model airplane. The remote control aspect is the reactive representation of RAS mediation, the preconscious avatar as the soldier with the binoculars.

The transition stems from the fact that this was not my last dream of the sleep cycle. In those, RAS personification is more dominant when present. The change comes by way of reinduction (water as sleep). There is the transition of “toy” airplane to “toy” duck. The duck is not alive, which means less chance of a hypnopompic trigger under these circumstances. (This is also true when I see a picture of such as a helicopter rather than a present or moving one.)

Reactive representation (autosymbolism, though not restricted to Herbert Silberer’s usage of the term as all dreams are a result of it, not only hypnagogia), has many different possibilities. Although there are not that many variations of the waking process, the nuances are seemingly infinitely unique.

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I was at Josh M's or Quinzios house, either way it wasnt exciting. It was really messy outside of his house like a grill being on a slant on a tree, I don't remember much else other than about to be entering the one level home in the marshy like environment.

Morning of July 1, 1973. Sunday.



I find myself peacefully moving through a beautiful marshy area (which I think I chose to “step into” during the slowdown of the hypnagogic state). (Water induction.) Over time, my dream’s original setting is slowly integrated with the West Elementary School’s school grounds (where there were no marshy features and where I am no longer a student in reality). (Critical thinking skills cessation). My dream self is presumed corporeal at times and incorporeal or intangible at other times.

A giant American bittern (composite of premonitory back spasm symbol and anticipatory consciousness shift symbol) is eventually known of (with no discernible backstory) and seen to be present. The bird is about as big as a horse. Mostly while incorporeal, I watch this giant bird stalk a few schoolmates (individually) but there is no attack. Curiously, my schoolmates are seemingly not aware of it even when it is in full view just outside the perimeter of the giant reeds. I do not communicate with my schoolmates at any point. I notice that the marsh features, such as the tall grass, are to the scale of the giant bittern rather than in correct proportion to the school building, school grounds, and banyan tree in the playground.

The giant bittern does not stalk or even focus on me at any time prior to my waking, and in fact becomes more distant in the final moments. The school grounds become less marshy throughout. (Water lowering as dream cessation metaphor.)

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The lower back spasm waking event was hardly noticeable. It appears that I had a certain level of subliminal control over the metaphorical waking transition and my lower back muscles, as I was not directly jabbed by the bird’s beak (as the waking prompt) as I had vaguely anticipated. There was no point where I was actively lucid. The bittern association came from a pocket book field guide to North American birds, which I had since I was very young.

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