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Morning of June 7, 2018. Thursday.



I am watching a dream scene as if present, but I am not a part of the events.

A male ghost, mostly of a darker violet color, dwells within the space of the checkout area of a convenience store. Most shoppers are unaware of his existence. At times, he temporarily takes possession of some people.

In the last scene, the ghost somehow transforms into a piece of grape-flavored hard candy in a wicker bowl (where all the other hard candy is also grape-flavored) opposite the checkout area and the cashier. Apparently, customers are allowed one piece each as they go through the checkout.

An unfamiliar woman puts one of the candies into her mouth. Suddenly, she appears to be in distress, as the cashier and store manager help her to tilt her head back as the ghost, not yet fully expanded within her physical essence, unwillingly comes out, though the other two are also pulling it out. At this point, it looks somewhat like a violet tracksuit, the track pants coming out first.

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Colors often correlate with dreaming and waking processes, though only when dominant (especially as dreams typically contain all colors). My general sequence is as follows (and of course black is unconsciousness): violet, non-lucid subconscious self; indigo, lucid subconscious self; blue, interconsciousness (prescience, telepathy for lack of a better word, and liminal conscious self awareness); green, liminal space, lower preconscious; yellow or gold, emergent consciousness; orange, apex lucidity, ordinary awareness and a more viable memory set; red, invasive RAS modulation (as red typically only dominates a dream when I have overslept or have a headache and I also see red with reticular activating system modulation with a headache when awake, so it is more obvious in this case). Of course, there are variations which also depend on the level of dream state awareness itself.

The checkout scenario is common autosymbolism for leaving the dream state. This correlates with the non-lucid subconscious self being “pulled out” of the remaining dream character prior to waking. A cashier would of course be preconscious personification and a store manager the emergent consciousness factor. Perception of loose clothes has occurred in other dreams in checkout scenarios. This is based on the subliminal realization of not being dressed while asleep in bed, the same subliminal awareness that triggers dreams of being undressed in public (which should be a no-brainer for anyone of reasonable intelligence).

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First dream I'm at richmond race track. Weird because I had a dream I was on the outside of it looking from a distance in my previous entry. I was watching from the middle of the track, floating and seeing cars race and crash into each other. I was also in the stands at some point. I might've also been in one of the viewing boxes too.

Another dream I was in the parking lot of either a Walmart or Target with my friend Moo. We were talking about making the perfect song. I was flipping through songs on my phone looking for inspiration. I was also flipping through Ableton in different programs looking for the right sounds. I was hearing dubstep sounds as well as really high sounds. I was able to whip out a keyboard in front of me. I was playing very high notes and it sounded something like a Louis the Child song.

I see Moo start to walk into the store so I follow him in. There are a bunch of people walking in and out pushing shopping carts. I see someone with a jug of mountain dew which makes me want to go look for one. We're walking in the store in different aisles. Eventually we end up on the second floor and I tell my buddy sam h. to look for this expansion of a game. We're looking and can't find it, but he keeps showing me these super hero games and is trying to get me to buy them, but I wont, specifically the hulk.

We end up back upstairs and I think my mom is now with us. There are different sections blocked off so we can only go in certain patterns around the second floor. Suddenly, giant purple birds appear in the air above us, creating some sort of line with their wings standing side by side. They slowly start to swoop down which causes us to jump down off the ledge onto the first floor.

INT. SEASIDE VILLA - NIGHT

Rescue helicopters head out to sea on a mission during a storm. I know that their rotors have more than four blades a piece--even though they are in flight. (Perhaps my consciousness has a high frame rate or a high-speed shutter?) The waves encroach upon the house as the tide comes in. Peering out the open French windows, I worry about tsunamis, as in past dreams.

Dreams? You mean, like this one? Why, yes, this is a dream, isn't it?

Lucidity.

A wave washes toward the house, almost touching the wall. I ignore my surroundings and try to achieve stability by rubbing my hands together. This is the first time I actually remember to try the technique. I can feel my astral hands rubbing together, but I don't know if it helped me stay asleep. Next I try to spin around, but I can't. Then I awake.

As I lie awake, the purple afterglow remains a while: This time, instead of origami, it is an image of what looks like a hurricane seen from space, or a spiral galaxy, rotating counter-clockwise. I see individual flakes of purple or fat violet stars swirling lazily around at a period of perhaps ten seconds per rotation—although only about six seconds elapse. I close my eyes tightly and the image persists. The plane of the galaxy is tilted down about thirty degrees from edge-on. It finally fades. I note that the content of the purple window relates generally to the storm in the dream.

That thumping sound you hear is my patting myself on the back in congratulation for having averaged one LD per week in the past month!

Awake after about seven hours of sleep.

Meditate for 26 minutes.

Do energy body work, i.e. Inner alchemy, chakra activation.

Conditions: In room. Laying on back on slight incline. Lights on.

Methods use: imagine floating above body, walk around courtyard, swaying above body, sphere coming out of head and seeing self from above; energy body stimulation, autosuggestion, and so forth .

After about fifteen minutes of going through the several methods described I allow myself to fall asleep while maintaining a moderate level of concentration and awareness.

After a estimated three minutes I suddenly become fully conscious in my bed, seeing that I can see through my closed eye lids and there is a strange feeling of 'energy' in my body I quickly conclude I am in the dream state.

It takes a few moments to be able to rise from the dream bed, I visualise and Will my subtle body to coagulate and solidify, I then attempt to role on to the floor, after several tries I am successful.

I walk slowly out of my room into the hallway allowing my vision to crystallise into a steady state, when I walk into the living room I notice that the coffee table is no longer there, but this does not surprise me a great deal.

I walk outside through one of the many living room windows, I am on a second story. The ocean is again extremely close, only some thirty feet from the door. To my great surprise however there was perhaps one of the most magnificent landscapes I have ever seen in this word or that one. The first thing that drew my attention on the other side of the water was a towering and jagged mountain covered with snow, it reminded my of pictures of mount Everest. The next aspect of the scene was also remarkable, behind and to the right of the mountain was a purple and blue sun set, (or sunrise) there were a great variety of shades of the colours, coupled with multi textured streams and clumps of white clouds.

After enjoying the view I decide I would like to interact with some people, to my left down the shore about one quarter of a mile I see a small building, it looked at first like a store or small home. I lift only five feet off the ground and fly quickly toward it, stopping was a little tricky, my momentum wanted to carry me a bit farther. I walk in, it is a bar, there are maybe ten people standing around drinking, some by the bar, others chatting next to the several pool tables.

Break in memory. I am in the dream bed again. First I hear a stand up comedian talking, it was Joe from the show 'impractical jokers', it went on for a little while but i only recall one line accurately. He says "Why are there so many gays now days?" and then says "One thing:finger paint". Needless to say I found this a very odd stand up routine. Next there was the voice of a man who lectures on the evidence of alien structures on the moon and other things similar to that I had heard recently, this went on for some time.

Break in memory. I am again in my dream bed. There is a extra TV in front of the bed, I watch it few a moment and ascertain it is a dream re make of the classic movie 'the exorcist', that did not worry me, but I looked away not wanting to freak myself out.

I am walking through the hall next to my room again. A old old friend walks by and quickly reaches over and pinches my back causing a mildly unpleasant sensation. I attempt to talk to him but he ends up walking through the wall next to the bathroom, it did not occur to me to follow him.

I was in bed for something like one or two hours, I cannot help but feeling that a large portion of the lucid dream was forgotten sadly.

Fragments
- I am in a small apartment alone, it is dark.
- There is an N64 robot

D1 - At school i am trying to complete sentences in purple ink, I am having trouble getting them right.
A fellow teacher gives me an idea for an activity. A large red and black stack of card that I need to cut up.
Our headteacher is letting us have an old tin bucket of glue but I need to get resources from another teacher. The resources from each lesson get sent into a chute.
Clambering into the chute, I find piles of stuff which makes a kind of stairway up between all the floors of the building. I slowly make my way up the teetering piles and garb onto a plank at the top, hoisting myself up and out.
I am now on an open stairwell with a can of cider clutched behind my back, the headteacher looks on unimpressed.

Had a nap where I was drifting into dream and diving over a bridge down to a street below but woke before I got lucid.

Preface:
Bed at midnight. Long day and long night. Skipped vitamins before bed; I was so tired I forgot about them.
I am noticing that my dream transitions are smoother. Dreams are turning into one really long dream, as opposed to many short ones.

DR1

I am walking down an alleyway with a couple of friends. It is evening time, and the color of the buildings is brown/goldish. It looks as if everything is being lit up by a torch, except, there is no torch in sight. I am with a girlfriend, and we are being accompanied by two guys. My girlfriend is talking a lot, explaining her new plan to "make" money. We arrive at a clearing in an alleyway. There is a table, with a machine on top if it. She has apparently found this machine, and this machine actually "makes" gold coins! The machine is made up of all types of contraptions that go all the way down the table and end with coins dropping into 4 five gallon (20liter) buckets that have somehow been screwed in under the table. You have to unscrew the buckets to get the product out. I actually watch liquid gold run through the contraption and I am amazed. I begin to think that this is dangerous, and ask more questions about how this came about. The guys unscrew the buckets from underneath the table. Wow, 4 big buckets of gold coins!

And then, through conversation, I find out that people are after that machine! A dangerous gang of thugs is lurking in the background and they ambush us. Our guy friends manage to take two buckets of coins to safety, but the thugs take two. My friend hides a little stash under some old clothes on the table, and nobody bothers to look there. We all run around a corner, and I find the doorway of a building. I open it, we go in and close/lock the door behind us. Its a sturdy building door so nobody can come in. Has a hospital feel to it, except for the building has warm colors on a darker scheme (brown, gold, oranges, dim lighting); it's not white like a medical facility. We start to try to figure out what to do, but we are confused and panicked.

The gang stops trying to get in and they disappear. We start to look around the lobby and offices, which seem like lived-in hotel rooms. We try to get some rest and figure out what to do next. Our guy friends have managed to run off with the gold buckets, so its just me, my girlfriend and no gold.

I start to wander into one of the rooms, because I hear a noise. My friend says, "don't go down that hall- I think it used to be a psyche (psychiatric) ward". I wander into a room down the hall anyway, out of curiosity. When I open the door, there is a little girl with glasses standing in front of her bed. The room looks normal, only I am seeing everything in grey/blue scale. A weird blue light is cast over everything. She speaks to me, and calls me a name that I don't recognize. She tells me I'm from Texas, but I have a Louisiana spirit.
I tell her she's mistaken, that "<name>" isn't my name. She picks up a doll, smells it and looks up at me. At that moment, her eyes become completely black and she turns into a small dwarf man/monster. In a demon-like voice he says, "That's right! your name is <my name>". I panic with fear, and he starts to grow taller- really tall. I think part of me realizes this is a dream, but I don't wake up. I feel like its a threat that can be contained within the room. I say to myself, "oh, no no..this is not why I came" and I walk out of the room and shut the door. When I close the door, my fear is gone and I return to the room where my friend is waiting.

All of a sudden, the thugs are back, trying to get into the door. They tell us to open the door and give us the gold, because they have our kids. We begin to panic and we try to negotiate. We don't have the gold so we are freaking out. They end up taking one of the older kids, and I don't know what to do. We can see the alleyway from the small window in the door. There is a fence (?) on the left border. They throw the kid over the fence and we just begin freaking out. I am standing there crying uncontrollably for a solid couple of minutes because I don't know what to do.

My friend and I then realize that we have been in the thugs' hiding place the whole time. We can see a car in the street, so we begin looking for the keys. We are also thinking that we can still get the remainder of the gold from the table, to get kids back.
As this thought comes to mind, my dream shifts to third person and I am floating over the table. The clothes are removed from the hidden stash before me. I can see that my friend has placed coins in a bunch of little gift boxes for the poor.

I shift out of third person, because I am looking for keys inside the facility. In some attempt at a trade, the thugs have given us pieces of wood instead of car keys. I realize that the keys must be inside the facility somewhere. I search the lobby and find the keys on the shelf. I tell my friend we have to go.

We open the door and we run. We get into the car- and my dream shifts into third person. The car has been painted this metallic purple, and its all tricked out. I feel myself get into the car, but my when my vision shifts, I can only see her face and one part of the car...I can't recall seeing myself even though I know I got in.


Notes:
Lots of obvious dream symbols that I won't bother to list. However, weird notes include:
-Two dreams in a row where two seemingly innocent people have morphed into harmful beings. (On 07/13 the homeless boy, and last night the little girl with glasses)
- Why she smells the doll to recognize me is so odd. I have a very keen sense of smell IRL, though.
-Gifts for the poor
-Purple car
- kidnapping
- poor is also a theme for 2 nights in a row. (gifts for the poor and the homeless man)

Dream - Lucid

I was living in a house with Dallas, Rachel, and her husband, Chad (who looked nothing like his IWL counterpart). Also, I was married to both Rachel and Dallas. I was trying to explain this to someone in the dream how that worked. It was like I wasn't married to Chad, but Chad was married to Rachel. It was interesting. Also, dream Chad had a little above shoulder length curly brown hair, and he really annoyed me. I remember talking to him while he was sitting down. I don't remember what we talked about, but I was annoyed (IWL Chad doesn't annoy me at all).

Someone then came over with a little boy. He was probably about 4 or 5. I was talking to him. When I first started to talk to him, I felt apprehensive, because I never know what to say to children. However, I discovered that it wasn't so bad after all. I don't remember much else about this part.

Then, something about us all going on a trip to Japan, or maybe it was just me going on the trip, I'm not sure. I didn't actually go in the dream, but it was a plan. I was thinking about if I had enough money, or how I had saved the money up in the first place.

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I was helping to decorate this huge vanilla cake. It was carved to be someone's head/torso with some cake bordered around it, carved to be circles that I was decorating however I wanted. It was for someone's birthday, though I wasn't sure if it was a child's or adult's birthday. I don't remember how I decorated the circles; I do remember on one that I sketched a person, however.

Then, C, the customer service assistant manager, came up and started to take over the decorating. It kind of irritated me, but it wasn't that much. She sketched a woman holding a young boy in her arms. I now really couldn't figure out if this cake was for a child or an adult.

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I was working in the bakery, but, of course, it looked different. I'm not sure how long I was there, but it felt like awhile. My manager wasn't there either; I'm not sure where she was.

I went over to a file folder and stuck my two week's notice in with some of her other papers. I tried to keep everything in order, making sure that my notice was the last thing in the stack. I "remembered" that she really liked everything to be in order. I had put on the notice that my last day was October 1st.

I then got a call from Shannon asking me about my work schedule the next couple of weeks. She named off some shifts and asked if it was ok. I said it was, and hung up. I then was thinking about what day it was that day. Today was actually the 1st, and I just agreed to shifts beyond my two week's notice.

I then went to go get my notice to change the date to the 10th instead so I could work the shifts that she wanted me to. I couldn't find it in her stack of papers anymore.

I then started to gather up some of my things. I started cleaning out my locker. I had some stuffed owl in there among other things. Someone saw me carrying all my things. I don't think they said anything to me.

I then remembered again that I had agreed to those shifts, and today wasn't my last day after all. I felt so hazy and confused (this feeling permeated the entire dream). Oh well, at least I was getting some things out now.

I then was walking around, looking at my feet, somewhere completely different. The floors were purple. I realized I was dreaming, and thought to myself how much lucidity I'd had lately. I was thinking I had had some every night. I then started to make this little noise, and I could feel my waking life body breathing out and making the noise also. Oops, making noises in my sleep. I kept on doing it.

I then had an FA in a different bed. I was back in the two week's notice dream. I don't think much else happened.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #245: The Third Arm

I’m sitting next to Wife at a little craft table, both of us working on our laptops. I don’t know what she’s doing, but I seem to be writing some code for the game. My iPod is laying on the desk next to me, and I try to cue up some music on it. I swipe and poke randomly at the screen, and a song starts playing. Horrifyingly, the performer in the song is me! I’m braying out some horrible-sounding song that’s a cross between “Tribute” and just random squawking.

I desperately stab at the screen to try to make this stop. Now some British synth-pop is playing instead, much better. I note how strange the screen appears, and I remember to look for the dream. I stand up, and find that both Wife and the craft table appear to have vanished. I remember my intention to summon Dreamer and attempt the bonus Task of the Month (to find and play a musical instrument that doesn’t exist in waking life.)

For some reason, I have this very strong belief that the dream is taking place in my childhood home and that it’s completely empty. I affirm that Dreamer is already here in the room with me but I don’t believe it. I walk from room to room, saying things like, “[Dreamer], you’re right around the corner…” but never quite believing it.

I look down at my hands and say, “[Dreamer], you’re walking right beside me.” As I say this, a third arm extends right out of my chest, lining up its palm with my own palms. The upper part of the arm is covered by the sleeve of a purple polo shirt. I wonder whether this is Dreamer’s arm…? The purple sleeve seems really promising, but the arm kinda has a man-hand that looks more like mine. I think about what I can do with this to complete the summon, but can’t quite figure anything out before the arm vanishes.

I proceed into the den, saying out loud again that I’m expecting to find “[Dreamer]” here (using her waking life name.) I say something about her being “purple”, and expect to see her. As I turn my gaze around the room, I spy a purple director’s chair in the corner, but no Dreamer sitting in it.

Again I expect to see “purple” Dreamer, but instead I summon a purple trampoline, leaned up against the wall! And now look, there’s a purple wall hanging over one of the windows. I peer through the window, seeing only darkness beyond. I feel like there’s no certain dreamworld beyond this house right now, and even though I consider the idea of leaving, I feel nervous about trying this.

Maybe I just need to try calling her “Dreamer” instead of using her waking life name. I try this for a while, too, but I’m having a terrible time shaking this idea that the house is empty. I sense that I’ve let myself get stuck and that I should be able to think my way out of this. I call out a few more times, noting that I’ve actually had quite a bit of dream time. I worry that I should have done more with the third arm or that cool-looking purple trampoline. It isn’t long before the dream ends.

Dream - Lucid

I was staring out the window in a house. It was nighttime outside, but I could see this weird break in the clouds that had a reddish tint to it, as if the sun was setting behind that small break, but it was nighttime. I'm not sure exactly what triggered it, but I figured out I was dreaming! Very cool. I examined my hands to stabalize. Then, just for fun, I did a nose pinch RC, which is something I've been practicing IWL lately, but have never done in a dream. I could breathe! So that's what it feels like.

I then decided to fly towards the break in the clouds. I phased right through the window, no resistance or anything, which doesn't ever happen to me. I then started to jump to take off to fly, but once again remembered to just let myself float up. I did just that, and it was so easy! When I was in the air, I used this same technique to move to the left or the right. This is one of the first times in a long, long time that I have flown and not started to immediately lose height while in the air.

As I approached the break in the clouds, it started to look more purple than red. I briefly thought of Dreamer because of the purple. I then went into the break and saw what looked like a Mario Galaxy world with all these giant floating black bombs with faces and red tops among other things I can't recall right now. I feel like I saw them all from a different angle than the one that I entered the break at.

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I felt myself falling asleep and entering the dream. I was with Dallas. I was sitting on the kitchen floor with him in the house I grew up in. There were all these kitchen utensils on the floor scattered about. I told him that since we were dreaming, he could do whatever he wanted to me (I definitely meant sexually ). I was kind of excited so I briefly lost the dream a couple of times, but went right back into it. I took off my pants, which of course made me more excited and once again I briefly lost the dream but went back into it immediately. Dallas then took this long straw-type thing with lube and inserted it into my forearm. Totally NOT what I expected at all, and if felt so weird! He kept sliding it in and out, and I couldn't even look at it because I was afraid to see it.
"No! Not that! Don't do that!" I said.
He kept doing it.

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I was at Dakota's apartment. Someone else lived there as well. I hadn't heard from Dakota in years, much less seen him. He was sitting on the couch smiling, but it was a sad smile. I talked to him a little, though I can't remember what it is we talked about. I noticed he was wearing a dark green sweater, and he looked so much thicker than usual. Not fat, just...thick. He had a really thick neck that was as wide as his head.

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I was playing this online multiplayer game where you would get put in a house in one of 8 places. The house would be themed randomly and would have a shop in it for food. The house would be where you "lived" in the game. I got put in one but I don't remember the theme. I went up to the counter in the back to buy something, though I don't remember if I actually did or not.

I then was doing something else and not paying attention to what was happening in the game. Three girls came into my house. One had a short blue dress on but I don't remember what the others were wearing. They then started to change all my furniture and make all these alterations to the house itself. It then kicked me out of the house, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Wtf! I was then looking at all the houses in the area from an above view, kind of like The Sims.

I then somehow got another house. I was then working in the food area, which, in this house, was in the front. I felt as if I was in first person now instead of third person gaming. Other people would come in and buy food from me. I was then making some kind of chicken pita sandwich when a girl came up and was telling me how it would be good if I did it a certain way. I was still doing it my way. I then noticed that the girl looked like one of the girls who kicked me out of my house before; I noticed her blue dress. I asked her if she was, and she said yes, and I cussed her out and she left.

I then saw some sort of small purple pop up that came up when someone wanted to buy your house. It would give you an option on whether or not to sell it to them for a certain price.

I then was on a menu area where you could pick a place to visit, one of the 8 places you could be assigned a house. They were represented by little icons. There were 3 areas in the "fun" category, which was off to the left of the screen, separated from the rest, and the rest were in multiple categories, all except the "fun" category. I don't remember anything about what the categories were called. There was a mountains area and a town/village area, but I don't remember any of the others.

I decided to visit a different area, though I don't recall which. I then was calling a book store inside of the game with my phone outside of the game. Some kid answered and was talking really fast, so I couldn't understand what she was saying. I heard another kid giggling in the background. The girl kept repeating whatever she was saying really fast, so I couldn't understand her. She started to sound impatient. I then figured out she was asking me if I was over 21. I said yes. She then started telling me about a porn book that was on sale and a lesbian book. I turned to the person that was with me (I guess someone was with me now) and said
"This is an adult bookstore!"
I was amused, but not interested. I hung up the phone.

I then visited the town/village area, and heard some music from KQ7 playing, the music from Archduke Fifi la Yipyap's party. There was a stage at the front of the town, which looked 16-bit, that had small flies moving around on it. The area looked quite primitive.

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I was feeling myself fall asleep. I would see images around me that looked like movie screens playing clips of movies. I then was in a dream where it looked as if I was looking through my cupped hands to see what was going on. I don't remember what it was now, but it looked vivid and stable. However, it didn't feel stable. I then woke up.

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I was playing this game, though I was inside of the game playing it. It was like League of Legends, where you pick your player, but it was an open-world game instead of a MOBA. We were underground in an area with lava and some very small erupting volcanoes that separated the sides of the cave. Right before the other side, there was a pool of what was supposed to be hot water. You still had a team. I don't remember who my character was, but Dallas was playing as Captain America, and someone else there was some girl from Captain Planet, the Asian one (was there an Asian girl on that show? I think there was). She had on a white shirt and a short orange skirt and white pants/leggings underneath the skirt. She was hovering around above the ground and shooting around magic spells. I thought that she was the weakest, but whoever was playing her knew how to play her so she wasn't as weak. I only saw her from the back.

I then saw people from our team walking over the lava to get to the other side and getting hurt, but not dying. Dallas (Captain America) was trying to explain how to do this so you didn't die (you weren't really supposed to walk on the lava at all). He was saying you just had to avoid the small erupting volcanoes and the "magma" (he used the word magma) that was pooled around them. I think I tried it and died. I know someone else did too, someone who had done it without dying before.

Dallas was then using a bucket to scoop lava out of the lava pools and dumping it in the water to try to make a pathway. The lava just evaporated and disappeared though when he did this. He didn't think it would work (like it does in Minecraft), but it was worth a try.

~

I was telling Dallas about my dream and that he was Captain America.
"How appropriate," he said.
It made sense why he said this in the dream, but not IWL.

Dream - Lucid

I was at the mall with I think my friend Ashley. She had gone off to do her own thing. I was thinking about coloring my hair something crazy, like light blue or pink. I "remembered" when my hair had been very short and straight and a bunch of different colors at once, like in vertical stripes. I remember pink and light blue being two of the colors. I thought my hair had looked quite cute that short.

I then was in this place where the people there did some sort of spiritual healing ritual. It was very expensive, and I felt like the things they were saying to the customers were generic and recycled; it had no meaning, therefore it held no weight. I didn't want to try it, but they talked me into it. The main person doing it was a man. He said something about my aura being purple. He was using this machine/crystal thing that had a purple glow to concentrate my energy. As it was happening, I felt different, but I wasn't sure if the thing was working or it was just the power of suggestion. When it was over, I didn't want to pay as much money as they were asking so they gave me a discount. I don't remember paying or the amount I paid.

Something about me getting left at the mall. I believe Ashley had left because we had been there for so long.

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The store from the last dream that did the spiritual healing was somehow a suspect in the disappearance and death of a girl. I was at my friend Grace's house with some other people. The people from the store had brought all the stuff from the store to her house in the living room. We were going to question them. We were then in the kitchen and Grace was pouring us all a glass of milk. I didn't have the heart to tell her I don't drink milk. She was getting glasses out of a cupboard that was very high up. She left a small thing of chocolate milk up there with a tall glass. Everyone else had gone in the other room but me. I opened the cupboard to get the milk out and take the glass, but I then remembered that Grace is picky and was probably putting it up there so no one else would take it. I left it there.

We were then in the other room with the store people and all their stuff. I think we were trying to play it off like we weren't questioning them or anything, just having a house call or whatever. I felt nervous about it though because I didn't want them to play the game back. I didn't stay in the room for much of the dream.

~

I was inside of this pen outside with some other people. It was like it was my job, though I'm not sure what we were doing. There were other pens around as well. I was topless. I hoped no customers saw, but I'm sure they did. I finally put on a light blue t-shirt that I own IWL. I did not put on a bra, however. I then put on the white button up I usually wear to work IWL, though in the dream, it was a much tighter version. I stepped into the shirt instead of unbuttoning it to put it on. I thought I had slid my arms into the sleeves. I then had a jacket or something on over all of that, and I could see that the white work shirt was crooked. I took the jacket off and saw that I hadn't put my arms in the sleeves. I started to do so, and the damn shirt felt so uncomfortably tight around my tummy! I commented about the tightness of the shirt. I put the jacket back on and it was less crooked now, but still kind of crooked. I kept trying to straighten it. You could also see these black circles/stars from the blue shirt (that aren't on the IWL version) peeking out the top of the work shirt.

I then was in a pen with some little kids (the pens seemed to be segregated by age). One wanted me to pick him up, and I awkwardly did. I was holding him in the middle of my body. I couldn't see while holding him, but I carried him around the pen. After putting that one down at some point, I picked up a smaller, younger little boy. He was probably only a toddler. I decided to try to pick him up another way, the way I usually see people carrying children: On their hip. So I picked him up and carried him on my right side. It was much easier, and the right way to do it. I could see and everything. I carried the child around the pen and gave him to his mom. I then noticed that his mom had one arm and a small stump mid arm for her other arm, as if her arm hadn't fully developed. I then noticed that the child had a leg like that. I hadn't noticed at all. I was proud of myself for not noticing and looking past physical deformity.

I then wanted to play League of Legends...in real time, though it was much different than real LoL. I watched these kids running around a pen playing it. It was nighttime and dark. The kids all had a light blue spark following/around their heads. I heard this crazy monster noise and one of the kids was attacked and "died". Something happened to the blue spark, though I can't quite recall what. It moved. I didn't see this part, but I knew the kids would respawn. I was then "remembering" the death/respawning happening to me. I couldn't remember what it felt like to be "dead". I wanted to play with the kids, but only certain age groups could play together; I would have to play with adults.

I'm trying to fix a rather infuriating bug in a game prototype I'm working on.
Every time I run it through the debugger I get completely different results.
Even the code seems to change occasionally.

Eventually I realize that this is a dream sign and I try to increase my awareness.
A skype window pops up with a message from ~ Dreamer ~.
It says:

"I'm waiting..."

Oooooh. Did we want to meet on the beach tonight? Is ~ Dreamer ~ on the beach waiting for me?
I decide to go to bed immediately in order to attempt a WILD.
Surprisingly, I transition almost immediately, and find myself of the beach.

I remember to take a moment to stabilize the dream by going through all of my senses.
Wait... did I just attempt to WILD, even though I already knew that I was dreaming???
Well then... I'm off to a good start.

Anyways, I do feel that I am more focused now, so I begin my search for ~ Dreamer ~.
I start thinking about whether it is even possible for another dreamer to come to my beach.
It is a very private place after all, a place where I always feel safe.
But I decide that this shouldn't cause any problems.
After all I'm comfortable with the idea of her being here.

Unfortunately I can't find her, but I do see that there is another DC by the ocean.
Perhaps she has seen ~ Dreamer ~? I walk over to her in order to ask her.
As I get closer I notice that the DC has an interesting hair color.
It is bleached white with slightly lavender highlights.
Just as I arrive she jokingly says:

"You're late!"

What? Oh! Suddenly it becomes very obvious that she is in fact ~ Dreamer ~, not just a random DC that happens to be on the beach.
For some reason I assumed that she would have purple hair, so I didn't recognize her earlier.
I wonder why that is though. Usually I don't have any problems to recognize people in dreams, even if their appearance has changed.
She turns towards me, and I immediately notice her eyes.



Wow! Her eyes are so beautiful. I can almost feel the energy radiating from them.
She has had purple eyes in my dreams before, but they were never quite as vibrant as they are now.

"Hi?"

Oops, I realize that I haven't said anything yet. Instead I'm just staring at her eyes.
I feel a little awkward and somewhat anxious. I don't know what to say.
But then I remember reading that ~ Dreamer ~ has overcome such situations by getting naked.
I do like the general approach, but I'm not quite comfortable enough to just get naked.
Instead I decide to get reaaally close to her face and look right into her eyes.

"Have you seen your eyes? They are soooo purple."
"They are?"

She looks around for a moment and then uses her dream powers to pull some water out of the ocean,
and shapes it into a thin water mirror. It is still mostly transparent,
but the reflection is good enough to clearly see how vibrant her eyes are.

"Ooooh, I like it!"

"Hey Hyu. Tell me a trick?"
"A trick?"
"Yes! Like, a trick to improve lucidity!"
"Hmmm. Well, basically just engage all of your senses?"
"Yes, yes, I know that! Tell me an actual trick!"
"Oooh, I know! Take off your shoes!"

After a small pause she frowns a little.

"Why.... do you want to see my feet?"

Why did I say it like that?

"No... it's..."
"When you're barefoot, you are constantly engaging your sense of touch."
"You always feel the texture of the ground... like the softness of the sand."
"Basically it's similar to constantly touching everything you encounter with your hands."
"Ooooh, I see! Hahaha, that does make more sense than you revealing that you have a foot fetish or something. "
"Did I make you a little uncomfortable there?"
"It's fine... I'm just a little nervous."
"Don't worry, I experience that in my dreams as well."
"Yes, and then you get naked to..."
"... no, I mean... I'm not suggesting that you..."

We both have to laugh about the situation.
And then suddenly the laughter turns into a ring tone? What?

Aaand I wake up, because the alarm on my phone went off.
I'm annoyed because the dream was quite stable, I bet it could have lasted quite a bit longer if the alarm didn't go off.
But I remember the dream quite vividly, which is nice, and I journal it immediately.

Dream - Lucid

I was now living in this huge old mansion. I was a new resident. It was like a smart house (if anyone's ever seen the Disney Original Movie "Smart House") where it knew its residents and whatnot. When you walked in the front door, you were in a small living area. There were chairs and couches to your right, and a fireplace to your left. On the wall above the fireplace was a small picture that looked like it had fallen onto the mantle. If you were not a resident and a resident had not announced their presence in the house (they literally had to say their name to the house; the house couldn't detect who the person was, but knew their voice and their name), the picture would rise up onto the wall, expand and you'd see that it looked like a huge painting of a man's who looked like Beethoven's face and bust. He would take on an angry expression, would glow electric blue for a second, and then shoot electric blue lasers out of his eyes at whoever was intruding and instantly kill them, turning them into a pile of dust on the floor.

I was in the car with my mom. She was driving, and I was sitting in the passenger's side seat. Someone else was sitting in one of the back seats, but I'm not sure who it was. We were going to meet up at the house I grew up in with a bunch of women from Dallas and I's wedding: My bridesmaids, mother-in-law, etc. Everyone was going to wear the bridesmaids' dresses that I had my bridesmaids wear. I didn't want to go. Not at all. We were going to be out late, and I didn't want to. I kept thinking about the next day and how I was going to the beach with my mom and dad, but I kept going back and forth on that one, thinking maybe I wouldn't go, but then deciding that I wanted to go because it was the beach.

Anyway, so in the car, we were painting our nails. They had to be a certain color, brown, because all the ladies at the get together were doing it. I had a base coat of chipped purple nail polish on my toes already, but re-did the ones that were really chipped. My big toe on my right foot had some very chipped polish on it. I touched it with my finger, and it rubbed right off. Guess I needed to redo that one as well. I asked my mom to give me a base coat, except for I called it a "top coat", and she gave me some hot pink sparkly nail polish. I had expected her to hand me some clear polish. Apparently, you could pretty much use any color as a base coat. I started to use it. There was a lot of polish bottles around me now, the colors I remember being sparkly white, the sparkly hot pink my mom gave me, and a dark purple. I was using all the colors to paint my toenails with their base coat. At one point, I was using my finger instead of a brush. I was then painting either my nails or my finger nails now using what I thought was brown, at least it looked brown to me, but I was actually using the dark purple. I then noticed that it looked like a lighter brown with a shimmer because of the purple.

There was also this bottle of off-white sparkly nail polish that looked like it had some red or pink in it from dipping the wrong brush into it. It got dumped out the window, my window, either by my mom or the other person in the car.
"Don't do that! You're wasting it!" I said.

My brother's fiance' then called me. She seemed a little irritated.
"What time?" she asked.
"7:30," I replied.
"It's until 7:30!?" she then asked, thinking that she was going to miss it.
"No, it starts at 7:30," I replied.
"Oh, ok," she said. She then hung up.

Then, we were at my new house, the mansion. Apparently, someone in the party wanted to see it. We would only be there for a little bit. We were then in the house, and I was standing on one of the chairs across from the fire place. No one that was with me went past the point of no return. I had also, for some reason, not yet announced my presence. A group of other people then came in. First, a girl who looked kind of dorky/like a girl scout came in, followed by a group of people who just wanted to see the mansion. Oh shit. They were all casually walking towards the point of no return. Some then started to pass it, angering the picture. It came to life and started to zap them with its laser eye beams. It sounded like photon torpedoes from Star Trek: The Original Series. Many people turned to dust on the floor, and the people behind them kept walking like nothing was happening! What the fuck! I was yelling at them to stop, but no one was listening. They eventually got zapped too; this thing didn't miss a beat. I noticed one of my bridesmaids was about to pass the point, and I told her not to, and she stopped and backed off. She was a girl I don't know IWL. She was quite tall and had on a long, blue and white tie-dyed flowy summer dress.

The house then was raging because so many people had tried to breach the security. These holographic-but-real giant blue bowling balls started to bounce towards us. I was knocking them back and protecting myself from getting hit. They felt heavy, but not as hard as bowling balls. This went on for awhile. When it ended, my dad, who was apparently there, jumped in front of the fire place in a volley ball bumping stance, like he was ready to take on more bowling balls.

I then looked out a window to my right that went outside, and saw the holographic-but-real guard dog, who was a little beagle. He was sitting under an overhang chewing on too-ripe bananas. They would pop out of their skin from one of their ends and splatter on the ground. I peeked around to see the splatter, which was just out of my sight, and saw the splatter was black. Weird. It had something to do with the trespassers, like a kind of threat or something. I then started to call the dog, seeing if I could get a voice recognition on my name.
"Hey! It's Krista Glory!" I said to the dog a few times.
He didn't hear me though. I "remembered" when I had told the house my name and the dog would appear and run up to me and be excited to see me. This dog must be set on some sort of mode to where he couldn't hear me or was programmed to ignore everything except for the security breach.

~

I woke up and wondered where "Krista Glory" came from (my last name is NOT Glory and never has been IWL). Yay dream logic. I love it. XD

Friday ,22nd August 2014

Moon Cycle: 10% illuminated Waning cresent moving from Cancer to Leo (27) Days Old

Tarot Card of the Day: 6 of Wands

Mayan Calender: Yellow Planetary Wind

Right nostril more open upon awakening(Masculine,logical,analytical left brain)

Dream

I find myself in a long,wide,sterile and empty corridor.
I somehow instinctively know that its a hospital, after passing a parallel corridor that is more populated with people that appear to be patients.
The walls are purple and the windows are encased in a grey concrete frame.e i
Standing in the empty corridor i become lucid. I figure i must have just completed a habitual reality check,as nothing seemed seemed to extra-ordinary for me to come to this realization otherwise.

The usual rush of butterflies and excitement floods my system and i managed to hold on as the initial incline lucidity high passes.
I look at my hands and rub them to stabilize the lucidity,shouting out "I am aware" to anchor.

Having no DC's around to test the task of the month on (asking them to tell you a word in another language and its meaning),I begin to run to the more populated corridor that I was in before my lucidity struck.

Suddenly I seel that everything is fading. I get a strange sensation that my astral body is being pried and pulled out of my dream body.

I decide to surrender to the peculiar phenomenon, thinking I may get another task if a False Awakening occurs.
I experience some vertigo/ washing machine effect and boom...I end up in my bed.

I figured that I may have lost lucidity in the surrender as i didn't bother to RC,and had no recollection thereafter.

Morning of December 30, 2013. Monday.



My dream takes place in a mostly true-to-life version of our house in Brisbane on Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights. We have not lived there for years. My immediate family is as it is now in my dream, though. It is probably mid-morning. There are a few people visiting, but they had all been in the backyard; including my sister-in-law at a much younger age (when my brother first met her), my wife’s sister-in-law, and possibly others. My wife and the two of them are walking around in the backyard without a top on, but this is extraordinarily uneventful, as it solely seems to relate to breastfeeding their babies. They seem to be going around the side via the driveway, though, which would be more in public view from the street.

I become aware of the noise from a semi engine in front of our house. As I am not fully dressed, I want someone else to check it out while I mostly remain in the small hallway near the kitchen. My oldest daughter Amelia eventually goes to the living room and out to check what the person may want.

I hear a man talking for what seems like a long time as the semi is still idling. It seems fairly vague in what is implied at that point. I am not lucid, but there does seem to be several “practiced” changes and repeated shorter scenes relating to changing ideas during that time (as with many of my dreams). The possible elements relate to…

1. A normal parcel post delivery for my oldest daughter.
2. Some sort of police investigation relating to safety checks of “suspicious packages” during the holidays (of which I have seen a few shows on television where they find and investigate suspicious packages).
3. A very large delivery for my family and I (filling the whole semi trailer), including a larger Christmas tree, decorations, and possibly furniture, which seems a bit strange and I am somewhat annoyed at possibly having to help move it all, as there is likely only the one driver.& This being the case, it may also relate to some sort of party for lonely single people relative to a charity(?) being at our house for some reason. I guess such is my “duty”.
4. Someone who is lost and looking for directions.
5. Someone to collect a package that was recently delivered to our house by mistake and is actually for the next-door neighbors.
6. An investigation over a package that we somehow (possibly) attained wrongfully, like with a fake or stolen bank account or some such or from a business that is under investigation (for “knockoffs”, that is, cheap fake copycat products of known brands).

Eventually, my dream becomes more stable and a scenario regarding number one and number four above is what finally “fades in” as the actual continuing dream elements. I look out and see my oldest daughter standing near the semi cab. The man (of about forty years of age) is driving a mostly allover darker purple semi. (Purple symbolically represents the deepest level of conscious awareness, seemingly the portal to the supraconscious, being 400 nanometers at the physical level - so part of this may be about “delivering” forms or ideas from the “darker” less-explored domains into wakeful awareness). The man, as well as giving my daughter her parcel, explains that he is looking for his new residence, as he has recently moved to the area. It is actually Pilliga Street (in exact orientation from our house) that he is moving to, but it changes to Thistledown Street in my dream, which is in Tinton Falls, New Jersey, USA (possible tentative plays for no particular reason on “down” of Thistledown and “falls” as well as “new” of New Jersey). Apparently there is also a Thistledown pub he will be living near and it seems to be a small apartment for a single male, although in real life, the New Jersey address in the USA is actually occupied by a new condo (built this year) for about $2,000 a month (twice our rent for this dump, ha, but about four times bigger).

This had a partial layer of precognition (as usual) in that my oldest daughter did get a delivery via truck a bit after my waking (no way of me knowing) and spent some time “talking” and laughing later (on a forum) about a purple aspect of something she got. Also, tonight, my wife ended up talking to a woman she somewhat knows (she calls “the cat lady”) who had gone to a charity Christmas party for “lonely single people”, so that is three minor facets of composite precognition, which is pretty standard from day to day.

Purple is not usually that dominant a color in my dreams relating to the environment (such as lager objects, houses, vehicles, and so on). However, more developed tulpas and “higher entities” often wear purple and white in near-equal combinations of gossamer (which is my most visually striking color combination). I did buy my wife a purple and white set years ago and she looked fantastic and dreamy.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. There are a couple of reasons:
1: I was at my grandma's for Thanksgiving.
2: I wasn't able to record any other dreams.

This one I certainly remember. It was my first semi-lucid dream. I was flying. I knew I was and I wasn't frightened. I was fly over the ocean and it was night time. The moon was a beautiful shade of purple and it was bright and huge, all of the stars were out and winking at me. I looked at this and then looked at my hands. They were pitch black. Like When you shut off the lights and close the door black. I realized I must have been dreaming. I didn't enhance my level of lucidity because I was afraid I would lose it. So I proceeded to have the greatest dream of all time. I flew for what seemed like eternity. I wish I could have. This journal is open to analysis and interpretation.