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Morning of December 30, 2012. Sunday.

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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 had a dream that made very little sense.

However, I remember a handful of it. It started with something very drastic that happened on my property and Northbranch. Someone who I was trying to stop must've caused the death or something very very bad because after he had accomplished it he was able to escape and I couldn't forgive myself for not being able to catch him. It got to the point where me and a few of my friends went to this unknown place, and through some occult method, they were going to try and solve or undo what horrible thing had happened.

Oddly one of my friends grabbed a defibulator and tried to zap me with it, and I didn't know why. He did zap me, and then I fell to the floor in pain. It turned out as they were dragging me, that they were going to attempt some sort of time travel.

The next thing I know I was on the street in front of my house. The street was very very busy and it took me a while to get across. Then I approached my house and oddly enough a few things were different. I checked my phone and my phone said that it was 10 days earlier, but when I went into the house asked my mother she said that it was the next day. I had thought that it had not worked at all but that I asked her and she told me that it was the year 2000. This makes no sense to me, because many things were different but they were also new.

So in the end, my reality was tampered with. =( ... The logic of my dream was utterly inconsistent.

Basketball:
My dad and I were going to a college basketball game that was hosted at a high school. All I remember was that Syracuse was one of the teams, because I talked to one of my friends who was a Syracuse fan. After we walked out of the main gym I went to talk to my friends from church. Me and my friends went to the main court to shoot some hoops as the game wasn't starting until 9 o'clock. The officials yelled at us and we went into the next gym and there we shot basketballs.

Really Fun Game
Me, my cousins, and my friends from school went on a trip to a place with three areas. First we went to a pool area where our teacher took us in a pod were he would zip around the water and then into the air. I was one of the last ones in line and didn't even go in the air.
the second area was a gun fighting area with nerf guns. But first I had to go collect my huge pile of money in the corner. I handily defeated all of my opponents with my nerf gun and (smartly) left my huge pile of money in the corner moving on to the next room. The final area was probably the biggest one of all. Sadly the only part of it that I remember is the last two sub-areas. However, these are the best two parts! Me and my cousin came up on the intersection to these two rooms and he went one way and I went the other way. The area that I went to the person there gave me the ability to vaporize anything glowing yellow. When my friend came back from the other area he was a mummy and glowing yellow. Can you guess what I did? I went through to the other room and the person wrapped me up like a pharoh into a mummy. It was really tight and when I woke up I actually had my arms in that position.

I am thinking of making this area a place for dream control with the first room being able to give me powers and the second room being able to transform myself into anything I want.

Dream 1: Lucid
I can't remember this one much. I had became lucid and there was a small girl who was in front of me. She was older than I am, probably around 18 but she was extremely tiny and thin, almost unearthly. I had convinced myself that she wasn't human and woke up shortly after, failing to stabilize.

Dream 2: NL
I was at my father's house. I was on the computer and it was around 7:30 PM. I was very tired, so I went to sit on the couch. My brother and father were still outside. I passed out on the couch, and woke up several times during the night. Not getting up though, just noticing that the lights were off and I had fell asleep. I woke up and my father said we were going to eat sausage and something else. I presumed that it was breakfast time, so I asked if he could make some waffles as well. He said "Uh maybe" and walked out the door. I looked at the time on the computer. It was 8:30 PM. I couldn't understand it. I went outside and told him "Nevermind, I thought it was morning" and woke up soon later.

Dream 3: NL
I'm at a waffle house with my mother and some relatives (reference to my last dream probably) we had been given some complimentary headsets as gifts. They were black and green, wrapped in plastic. They were very thin. I pulled my silver laptop out to test them. The voice quality wasn't very good, unless I positioned it at a certain angle.

~(not in dream)after a quick google search, I found the headsets looked almost identical to a Plantronics Xbox 360 Headset which I have never seen before


Dream 4:NL
Me and my friend, (just a girl dream character I don't know) had received information that the president was for some reason streaking in the white house. We had got there, my friend was supposed to be the leader of our plan and I was there simply to video tape it. The white house wasn't actually the real white house, however a huge system of fancy buildings connected to each other and enclosed by a fence. We were outside some courtyard, leaving a small building when we met a bodyguard of the president, who were already looking for us (since we were trespassing or whatever). The bodyguard resembled Oleg from Saints Row The Third. As we rounded the corner, we ran into him and he slapped my friend in front REALLY hard. She collapsed instantly. Since I was simply video taping, he didn't hurt me. I asked "Can I just leave now?" and he said "Sure". He hadn't picked up my hint, so I said again "Can I just safely leave now?" and he proceeded to escort me out. We went into a lobby where he left me with an older women, probably about 40, and was overweight. I moved some blankets and pillows to sit down at a couch. There was like a small store that was selling drinks beside me.

Standing on the pavement next to me, is a blonde girl with freckles under her ocean-blue eyes staring back at me. She looked as confused as I felt. "Is there a place you would like to go?" I asked. "I don't know Copenhagen very well." In a bored tone she replied: "I don't either." "Let's walk in a direction and see what we stumble into then," I suggested. "My friends and I often did this back in Århus, when we didn't know what to do." Staring at the ground in front of her she let out a tame "sure I guess". We took a stroll down the road while I tried to keep a conversation. She however seemed more interested in her own thoughts than in me, causing me to struggle with not keeping it awkward. We made it to a white bench of resemblance to one in my garden back at home. She sat on the bench, folded her hands over her legs and continued staring at me.

This is the dream that with slight variations has been repeated for years. These are dreams that are classified as anxiety dreams. Last night, the dream began with the fact that I was again accused by the authorities in Cuba of doing something against the government. I could not remember doing anything . Supposedly according to the dream, I should stay six months in prison and then I was worried about losing my job here in America. Some nurses were trying to examine me and I began arguing about the lack of rights in Cuba. At that point I woke up. This is a non lucid dream that has been repeated many times with slight variations. In spite of having been repeated so many times I have never become ludid in them.

NON LUCID

Roberto trying holla at my girl mexican style.
Teaching deity yoga to Roberto and then put into practice.
Female black Dj from miami playing Trance music.
Vampries that incarnate over and over.
Akward skinney model poses.
Invitied to a million dollar party with roberto.

I am climbing a mountain with a friend (I can't remember who). The mountain trail is quite steep and it is very difficult and tiring. We go around a bend in the trail that leads us into a cave that appears to be made by an ancient civilization. My friend is complaining a lot now and I'm starting to worry. I keep telling my friend that it is a really big mountain, but we might be able to find a short cut. We are now inside a large tunnel system made from stone slabs. It has a very Egyptian feel. I am starting to get thirsty and worry that I may become delirious.
My friend is gone now and the structure has changed to more of a hotel type layout. I am walking down a short hallway and there are open rooms going down the hall. I walk into one and see a few dollars under what appears to be an old run down typewriter or something. I decide to take the money because it could be useful. I walk out of the room and suddenly a zombie slave approaches me and tells me I'm going to pay for what I did. The zombie was naked, bald, and very pale, barely resembling a human. The zombie corrals me into a small room. I submit and get on my knees apologizing and crying. There was an adrenalin like rush and I was almost certain I was about to be beaten. However, the zombie just went through my pockets, left the few dollars and a receipt on the desk and left. I waited there for a few moments and left, determined to find a way out. As I walk out into a bigger room I notice there are zombies everywhere. The zombies were being taken care of, it looked like a nursing home.
I fight through them, the dream gets hazy and I end up jumping off the ship (the setting of dream just kind of turned into a ship). Somehow I end up back on the ship and the government has begun a quarantining an experiment gone wrong. I am very relieved by this, although it is too good to be true. The doors to the rooms with zombies all close and lock. As I continue walking I see a room full of zombies, with the doors open. I calmly close the door and hope it was just that one room that didn't quarantine. I walk up a flight of stairs and there is another open door with zombies casually walking out. There is a huge feeling of despair as I see this. I walk downstairs and see two men talking, enraged about how the government does these things, hides the truth, and gets away with it. That's when it hit, me. There wasn't a flaw in the quarantine. The government was going to say it was an accident that the zombies got out and they were going to convert the entire military to zombies and probably use us for world domination. I am planning to escape the military, maybe go missing, then I wake up.

Don't know how or why, but I'm Ken from the Street Fighter series, and I'm at this huge convention with tons of people. I think I remember seeing some old school mates, and I tried to tell one that I had a crush on them. Anyway, I get into this conversation with a guy in a mech suit about fighting games. He's trying to convince me that there should be a robot in Street Fighter, and they're the future of all fighting characters.

I told him that he should hold his horses and take it one step at a time. "Sentinel is already in the versus series, I'm sure you'll get your own game one day, but right now the only thing people want to see is humans fighting". For some reason this pissed the guy off, and he was saying that he could beat us any day. After a while of going back and fourth the guy took a swing at me. I ducked punched him in the stomach and ran. I knew he was going to catch up to me, and I saw Ryu down the hallway. "Bro, use your shinku hadoken!" was the first thing that came out of my mouth when I passed him. Ryu hit him with a huge fireball. He hit the ground right next to me, and started getting up slowly. He told me how the fire ball didn't have much effect on him, and I quickly reminded him that I knew the same move. I hit him in the face with everything I had and it knocked him out.

I headed off, and ended up talking to some people

This type of dream had always bothered me ever since I got attacked in 2011. I fear for my life every time I found myself alone on the streets, both in waking life and in dreams. I first began on a street somewhere in a big city, a city like New York or Boston. I was just walking down on the sidewalk until I met some thugs on the way...

I ran in to a group of people whose plan was to always attack me once every time I'm seen in public, alone. There were ways for me to avoid walking up to them but I just had no intention of going anywhere else.

I walked up to the group of people and just after a few seconds of going their direction, I get attacked. I don't remember how but I do remember seeing a tasty piece of pork chop somewhere in my mind. It gave off a sad feeling.

I continued walking down the same street until I met up with a few other criminals and joined their group, only because it was my job at the time. I didn't feel any sense of friendship towards them either. Something inside me told me that these guys may only be using me to get some information off of the enemy. The city I was now in was somewhere in Mexico.

My purpose for being here was not needed. I was not this type of criminal, so I decided to flee the country, or die trying. Crossing the border was never my goal, but too leave such a horrid life of seeing others die and performing evil deeds was a goal I had to finish out! I've done so by walking just a few steps next to this Mexican village and ending up in some kind of a peaceful borderline where nothing evil would ever occur.

I killed a man just to get in this area. I had not told this to the authorities standing on the borderline, instead I lied to get away from the life I'm in. However, the person I killed came back from the dead to tell me it was okay. I fell to the ground and cried at the man's generosity for not turning me in. And it was at that moment when I realized, I was a bad person for lying. Then I woke up.

A dream I had just before another long one... I'm inside a mall again, or a store. It was sunny outside. I forgot when I first turned lucid but I do remember trying to summon a few people. The first person I summoned was Quynh. I've done that by yelling out her name and extending my right hand back.

The first time I tried, I was only thinking of her name. Nothing else but that. I then tried a second time but this time I would try and picture her whole face in my mind and see if that would work. I've done so and it worked a better than the last time. When I turned around, she did look something like the real one, but I still wasn't buying it. I was kind of hoping for a better feeling inside me when I saw her face, just like I did in dreams when I saw her about one year ago. The only difference I saw this time was she had a different hair style here.

I continued walking around the mall trying to get the real look of Quynh in the dream but eventually gave up and tried to summon someone else. There was someone whom I've never met before that I wanted to summon. It was a girl on Youtube, I don't know her name but she was the one posting dream journal entries on her channel. She looked beautiful when I first saw her, and still does probably but, whenever I think of someone as pretty as that, my sorrow for Quynh begins to fade away because I'm way too young to try and lose my freedom over some female who doesn't pay attention to me. But the idea of letting her ago without punishment still bothers me...

(I haven't done these in a while!)

First Dream (Non-Lucid)

While I couldn't recall much from this dream, I do know that I was in the basement during a family reunion of some sort. Off to the side, I notice a Nintendo Wii system much larger than what it usually is (with a lot more buttons). Luckily, the mega-Wii would help me become lucid in my third dream.

Second Dream (Also Non-Lucid)

I was able to recall this dream better than the previous one. I don't remember exactly who appeared in this dream, but I do remember two people - a substitute teacher, a high-school sophomore man, and a high-school sophomore woman (And possibly a high-school freshman woman).

I find myself in the school rushing towards the business computer lab in order to get some items I forgot to pick up for fourth block. (They were mostly electronics such as my laptop and my tablet.) I manage to get into the class (while it is in progress), and I come across the substitute teacher. The substitute teacher is one of the grouchier ones of my school, and when she asks what class I just came from, I told her that it was from this class - boss battles.

I would have said Computer Applications in real-life but since this was a dream, I said boss battles. After that, she started going on about how my class was "useless" but somehow, we started playing what my class played. It was based off of a Blockland gamemode called "Boss Battles", and in that gamemode, one person was the boss and tried to kill others before he could be killed himself. Of course, there was respawning and the boss had more health than the rest of the players. I was the boss and I got a ShockWave weapon (Which I associate mostly with Blockland), and while I tried to push people out, the ShockWave would only lightly tickle them. However, as I advanced on them, rather than fighting back with their own weapons, they simply ran (which I don't know why since in Blockland, you would respawn if you died).

Around this point, you're wondering where the two sophomores came in. They had minor roles, for the male one was the one that was tickled by the ShockWave and the female was one of the people running away.

Third Dream (Lucid)

I find myself in the basement of my home. I notice the mega-Wii from my first dream and realize that I am dreaming. To confirm my suspicion, I tried pushing my finger through my hand. While it it didn't go through, it did go farther than it was supposed to go.

I started making my way upstairs after that. Along the way, I said "Oppa Dreaming Style" and began dancing to Gangnam Style. Once I arrived in the kitchen, I decided to dream spin. However, once I span, I was still in the kitchen. I realized that I didn't have a destination in mind, so I decided to go with a snowy place. I started to imagine snow in my mind while spinning, but I was still in the kitchen. However, this time, there was some snow on the ground outside.

I decided to spin again and this time I started to think about Skyrim's snowy lands. While I didn't land in Skyrim, I did notice that the ground was completely covered in snow. I told myself "Close enough" and proceeded to spin again to remove the snow from the ground. When I opened my eyes after spinning I noticed that some snow was melted. I decided to melt "All of it", and when I span again, the snow wasn't completely melted yet more was melted than previously.

Those were the three dreams I remember. Also, next time I have a lucid dream, I should visualize my dream the day before so I'm not completely lost.

Last night i was dreaming about me fishing in the pond.

It wasn't lucid dream, but i enjoyed it anyway.

I was fishing in my small pond (which i have in real life), i was in boat and using woblers.

I cought about 5 nice pikes! My friend came (who is pashioned fisherman), i was proud to say:

"Hey, nice weather for fishing, i cought 5 pikes "

He was surprised, then my grandmother came, and was surprised too

Sweet dreams

[I've switched to 24-hour timestamps, just in case my schedule gets really bizarre.]

School Play

I'm trying to find the showers, but there are a lot more people running around the hallway than usual. Pulling back a curtain, I find the place I was looking for, but all of the stalls are taken. The one nearest me is taken by Lord Voldemort himself, judging by the face. That's weird.

Some of my friends drag me out on stage to take part in the auditions. I'm stuffed into the head of a dragon costume. My job is to move the jaws and tongue in front of a light to create a lifelike shadow puppet against the wall. After we read a few lines, though, we're shooed offstage. I don't think the show's director was impressed. At least this explains why someone was dressed up as Lord Voldemort.

In the audience, I spot the actor who played Bilbo in "The Hobbit." It takes me a minute to recognize him, though. By the time I realize how cool it is that he's here, there are too many people between us for me to catch up to him.

I find my roommate in the hallway. Earlier I lent him my toothbrush, but he's had it for a few days now and I want it back. His reply to this request is pretty confusing. I'm not sure what he's saying, and I suspect he's trying to evade giving a straight answer. What a bum.

Number Puzzle

My grandpa's been helping my group of classmates by making a number puzzle, similar in layout to sudoku. When I take a close look at it, though, I'm confused. How is it supposed to work? I start counting the number of numbers per column carefully. Most of them have eight, but I find one with nine. That must be a mistake. I call over someone to point out the problem, but I'm still confused. Here's a column with seven. So if I just shift one number over, that should fix things. But this box has some commas and periods in addition to numerical digits. Am I supposed to count those as well? Probably I should, since they must be there for a reason. I'll have to count everything again. . . .

Self-Haircut

As part of a deal, a girl is using electronic clippers to cut her own hair. The idea is just to go for it and see how it turns out. As she goes along, though, I notice she's taking a bit too much off of the sides and not enough off of the top. If she keeps going the way she is, eventually she'll have to get a buzz cut in order for the haircut to be even. So I try to get her to cut more off of the top. I'm not sure how well it's working, though.

11-26-2012 -- [Very little notes on this one, and a month late in entering it on the computer, so almost everything is gone. But I have had several other dreams similar to this one that got noted in much greater detail, so there are other places to see the same type of dream.]

Giant fight / chase dream, mostly taking place in a semi-lit warehouse, much like this dream. We're all dodging back and forth between tall racks of boxes and pallets of products, stacked to the ceiling. This one had a lot of Harry Potter characters in the fight, including Neville and the twins.

It starts as nothing more than some physical brawling and chasing, but soon we've got swords and knives, and things are spilling out of the warehouse/department store it started in, and we're now outside the Buena Park Mall. Neville is an ally, and Mr. Weasley seems to have been forced into the role of a reluctant opponent. In the middle of all this stumbles Susan Ivanova, who doesn't know what we're doing, but finds it pretty easy to stay out of harm's way.

[Wish I'd entered this sooner, as I'd probably remember a lot more.]

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11-26-2012 [Same night] -- Can't pull up any memories of how this started, but I seem to be Spider-Man, and I am approaching a seven floor hotel that I have to get into. I am coming at it from the back of the hotel, and between the building and I is a very large swimming pool. I decide I'll try the ol' slingshot maneuver, and shoot out a couple of web lines to some anchors, then pull myself back, and let loose.

I shoot forward with very little force, and am about to belly-flop right into the pool, so I kind of 'super-jump' it. [A type of dream jumping I've had much experience with, where you jump huge distances, by making just a normal jump, and then just willing it not to end, as the jump gets longer and longer.] There was not enough power behind my slingshot, but I just refuse to let myself drop in the pool, and keep drifting closer and closer to the hotel until I end up landing on a balcony somewhere around the third floor.

I climb inside, and quickly take the stairs up to the seventh floor, and when I come out of the stairwell, I barely manage to stay out of sight of my competition on this case ... Shawn and Gus from Psych! The worst thing about these two in this dream is one of them (almost certainly Shawn, because Gus isn't insane enough to do so) is wearing a mini-skirt, which is just wrong!

I take a ladder to the roof / penthouse area to avoid the two of them, and sneak back in right as Gus is leaving the room. (Shawn was already gone.) There are four teen girls here, and I ask them if they know what are the room numbers of the people we're looking for. They give me some clues and point me down a short corridor leading off from the main one.

I move down the corridor to the first room, which is filled with a couple of jacuzzis. There is a couple going at it in the first one. At this point, I already halfway know I am dreaming, even if it never turns fully lucid, and I've already been using tricks like the 'super-jump,' and at this point, I just kind of try to turn it into a sex dream. I don't succeed very well, however.

The second jacuzzi is filled with a bunch of teenish Japanese anime-style girls, and I jump on in, but instead of landing in the hot tub, it kind of stretches and deepens, and I find myself in a large underwater spa, where I have no problem breathing. There are couples all over the place just going at it, and the bits some of them have are very weird. Somehow this entire spa is somehow a good few centuries in the future, and everybody is just ... different. There is one young lady, perfectly formed, blonde, incredible figure, but she is about the size of a house elf! She is incredibly sexy ... but the idea of her trying to get it on with a full-size male ... no!

I finally come across one nice, reasonably attractive lady who seems to be relatively normal, and we get it on, but the lousy dream skips right over that part, and the next thing I know, she's on her way out, and so am I. As I am about to step into the pneumatic tube system that will pump me back to the surface, a nurse steps up to hand me some pills and schedule my next appointment. She tells me she hopes I enjoy my pregnancy, and I glance at the pack of pills in my hand marked something like 'For establishing male pregnancy'. What? Hell no!

I drop the pills on the ground, and almost shoot into the pneumatic tube heading for the surface. But others are blocking the tube, trying to force us back down, and threatening me, so I'm having to force my way back up. Soon I manage to fight my way back to the surface, and back into normal time, though I now have a fake ID showing I am something like 12 years older than I am, because of odd time effects.

I make a comment on time travel, and say something about how I at least don't yet have to deal with the Psi-Corp, when suddenly a nearby speaker activates, spewing forth some sort of political message in Alfred Bester's voice. The Corp is already here!