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Morning of January 24, 2018. Wednesday.



I find myself in an extremely vivid lucid dream. I am in a large unfamiliar enclosed porch, mostly empty other than a big table I am sitting at, where my computer is. My computer keyboard has several inches of space in front of it (whereas in real life, my computer keyboard’s closest side to me is right at the edge of my desk). I am aware of Zsuzsanna in a room to my right, though I do not see her. I see the doorway, but I mostly sit in semidarkness. (Of course, a porch is autosymbolism for liminal space, my most common setting of this nature since childhood, occurring in at least one dream per several days for over fifty years.)

I marvel at the level of realistic detail. I think about typing on my computer’s keyboard, but unusual features come into play. Firstly, I have an association with the Caps Lock to my left. After a short time, there are two small padlocks, more like holographic images, appearing on the two lowest left keys. They are on their sides with the shackles facing me. I find this curious and puzzling.

Although doorway waking symbolism is implied as a precursor, and being to my right (typical waking symbolism orientation), I start to focus on my left side. I eventually see my detached fingers moving over the keyboard, though more as a semitransparent hologram of which is additionally implied to be some sort of optical illusion. I am in awe over this imagery. My detached glowing ghostly fingers float closer to my “real” (dream self’s) hand (where I also see that I have normal fingers, so the detached ones are indeed implied to be some sort of optical illusion). I try to make the connection to real life, failing to understand this type of imagery is only possible in the dream state.

I slowly begin to become more baffled by the vividness of my dream. It seems to surpass many previous levels of lucidity (though not with certain dreams, such as the quetzal and rooster one from March 1986, which had several astounding prescient threads in one dream). More so, I actually start to focus on the orientation of my real physical body and can even seem to “feel” (or sense) the real left side of my face. However, instead of the occasional absentminded folly of wondering if my physical body is somehow walking around in traffic as I am in my dream, I vividly remain aware of the left side of my face being on my pillow. I become focused on trying to make sure my dream self remains in a “safe” position, with a slight concern about the pillow cover being closer to my mouth. However, there is no actual feature or direct tactile impression or more vivid tangibility as such, as it seems to be on a different inexplicable level of awareness. This has no effect on the level of vividness. It is odd (and eventually distracting) trying to associate the essence of my dream self’s left side of my face (which I can feel and am fully aware of) with my real physical body’s left side of my face. I am so amazed by my situation, I do not think of inducing a new scenario or going through the doorway, which in some cases intensifies my level of lucidity rather than causing me to wake (though apex lucidity is typically only triggered if there is an actual door to open). I am also puzzled by why I am not hearing the hammering next door (as they are putting a new roof on that house, which was damaged when our roof was torn off and part of it went through theirs). However, when I wake, they had been taking a break. (They started about six in the morning.)

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.../It has been after some activity I cannot remember, when we all get out of a place and start walking. I don't remember how, but suddenly I'm sitting on the head of a giraffe walking on the streets. We are taking it somewhere. It's a bit vertiginous to maintain balance up here. I'm some meters above the ground, although the ride is nice. We get to the place we're supposed to let this giraffe, it gently puts me back on the ground. I notice we are carrying a baby giraffe too, but a little girl picks it up and accidentally opens its stomach with the zipper of her jacket. It kills the baby and we are all upset but cannot blame the girl. I get out of the room and there's a lot of sand out there. I see some cartoon-like mouses digging holes in the sand. One of them is older, they look like Ralph and Ed from the Honey-Mousers. I get back to the place we started, it looks like a cafe restaurant, there's a horny whore there. I like her but for some reason I cannot think of having sex with her, I just eventually touch and kiss her every time I can. She's hot like hell but apparently there's something that doesn't let me thinking of doing more. Then it's time to close the store, it's a friend's store and I go home carrying a broken padlock in my hand. I see how it is broken and play with it for a while/...

* Alarm clock wakes me up

12.28.2012

Padlock Stolen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm holding on a gray Padlock, and someone to the left of me is doing something with me. I think it's unlocking something, but I just can't recall anything more than that.

There's a random male wearing a white vest, dark pants, and has a Zoro like mustache. He's hispanic, has a drooped eyebrow structure, and he just comes out of nowhere and gets behind the person I'm waiting for.

For some reason, I give the guy the Padlock, and he's like,

"Oh, guess I'm going to steal it."

I get pissed, I go after him by grabbing his left shoulder and tried to make him give me back the padlock. He's actually making a decent resistance for a dream character, and while I prepare to make another move by getting a weapon out, he gets a knife out as well.

I tell the person behind me to help me out here, but I can't recall what happens next.

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12.28.2012

Blonde female and the Mall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much other than being with a blonde female and doing something with her in a mall or a building.