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Marleigh's Birthday
I'm at a party and its being held at Rita's. A lot of the people I can recognize, including Marleigh and her mother. We're in the kitchen, sitting at the table and There's a lot of food on the table because it's Marleigh's birthday. There's some strange looking cakes. One of the cakes looks extremely detailed and life like. I walk over to that certain cake and observe it. The cake has props on it, where I thought everything was made from ingredients. No one is willing to be the first to eat. I look in an compartment in the cake itself and I see a lot of Mini solid Easter eggs. I grab a golden one and notice that it has 2 layers of wrapped around it. I eat it and it taste like it should. I sit back at the table and people are now eating. I see a glass with thick chocolate in it. Im eyeing it off but not willing to try it just yet. I think I eyed it off before I checked on the detailed cake, because I noticed that majority of it was gone when I sat down. I see that Jessie has it, except it more looks like Coco Pops and milk in a cup. I think about all the crap I'm crap I'm eating and think about completing another Fast to clean my body out. Either way I try to limit myself on how much I eat.

We have now left he house and are in my street. We're all fucking around having a bit of fun. At some people I put my arm around a few people and run towards others to make them join. We decide to begin walking towards my house. I didn't realize that everyone was going to come into my house. As I enter, It's not my house, it's Rita's house. Dad is sitting at the computer eating. I tell him straight away that we're going into another room because I knew he wouldn't feel comfortable. I try and find a room to chill in. The first room feels too small and has a tiny TV. I settle with a room that looks to have open space and is a kitchen? I ask if anyone wants a drink and try to hand them out because I feel they may be a bit hesitant to accept. I try giving something to lesbian Kym, but she doesn't drink what I offered. I try again and she settles for a coke. The coke was an odd shape. I see a Carlton Draft beer and that looked different too. I offer it to Daniel and he is also hesitant at first but couldn't help himself in the end and has it. Now that I've done drinks, I look around for some food. The pantry is a weird set up. I can see the herbs and spices on the outside of the doors, nothing supporting them. Someone yells out that Kym will be happy with just Doritos. I try to find some chips but I can't.

I'm lucid with C and some random DCs, just having fun in some weird-looking building when suddenly my awareness spikes upward and I remember the seed task. I immediately start walking outside. I find myself on a strip of dirt and grass about two feet wide with tall chain-link fences on either side. I see a dandelion growing near my feet so I reach down and pinch off a piece of the middle of a bloom. I change this into a seed in between my fingers. I walk a few more steps, then plant it in the ground. I find more seeds in my hand so I plant them at different depths further along the path. I turn around at the end and look back where I planted everything. There's nothing coming up yet so I raise my hands up slowly and powerfully, willing, pulling the plants up out of the ground. Three scraggly bushes come up, two of which are green. The one I'd focused the most on, the one in the middle, is completely brown and dead and as I continue to pull up it comes right out of the ground and falls over. I frown and walk away.

Padded Platform
I'm in a room with Connor McGregor and others. I see a beautiful girl. She looks like Connors girlfriend, but I don't think they're together in the dream. I'm running and jumping up onto a padded platform. It's a bit of a challenge but my fitness is great. I'm trying to impress this girl. The platform is now harder to get up onto. It's as if it's been deflated, which is making it a lot softer. We're all sitting up on the platform. Theres a table up there with chairs. I'm seated next to the girl and I'm a little nervous. I think she's keen on me.

Side Notes: I remembered another dream but i deleted it by accident.

I recall riding a school bus and there was a terrorist guy with a gun outside who stopped us and the bus driver was trying to defend everyone on-board.

I remember some dream about hugging this log and flying through this beautiful forest of gigantic old oak trees. I was semi-lucid and I was thinking about how by hugging the log I was showing an affection and appreciation for nature and in return it would grant me the power of flight. The log started to carry me too high and I was worried I might not find a way to get back down.

The next thing I knew, I was fully lucid. I was sitting in a booth at an Italian restaurant with Manei. It was nighttime. I recognized the restaurant as one that I have dreamed about for the past two nights.

"You came back! I was waiting! Wait long time for you!"

"Yes, I found a reason to return... But where are we? I didn't make this place, at least not consciously."

"Because I make it for us!..."

She went on for a minute about me not being around and wanting me to come back to lucid dreaming while I was distracted with things like school, playing video games, etc. I told her how she must accept that I will not lucid dream every night, as much as I would like to.

"But sleep every night, so why not lucid dream every night? That was goal, is it not still?"

"Yes, that is still a goal of mine. Just it's a big goal and sometimes I need a break from chasing it."

"Just make promise, okay. Do not give it up. Stop and rest if need to. Take step back if need to. But do not give up."

"Wasn't planning on it..."

"Pinky promise?"

"Seriously?! alright..." *le pinky promise*

There was a pause in the discussion, or a bit that I forgot. We were walking out of the restaurant. I remembered something I wanted to ask her.

"My friend S, he merged with one of his guides and now he becomes lucid every night. Is it possible that I could do the same with you?"

"No. It is too late for us to do that, and we cannot. His journey different from ours. Besides, we have already forged powerful partnership. We can attain same level of power as him, if not more. Take my hand."

I take her hand. I feel the heat/energy coming off of her and it burns a little at first, but I've gotten more used to it as time has gone on. After a few seconds it evens out into a steady flow going up my arm into my body. I look down and see for a few seconds a bunch of little orange energy arrows going down her arm and up mine.

"Now, your turn. Take other hand."

I take her other hand. I don't even have to do or think anything. Blue arrows start flowing into her. She tenses up for a second, like she is getting a similar sensation to what I have been getting.

"There. Very good. Two act as one. Not dreamer. Not dream guide. Two parts of same whole. Think like your Yin-Yang."

The dream shifts from the outside of the restaurant to my college campus for a second. Then we are standing on the surface of a still lake under the stars. The dream stops when we are in a wheat field. There are some trees in the distance and a huge gas planet with rings in the sky. I can see the stars and bands of galaxies, even in the daytime sky.

"Now kiss me!"

" ... Fine."

We go into kiss and it lasts for a few seconds but I have a false awakening and I am in bed kissing my cat.

"Yuck! I knew the dream was going to do something gross like that! Sorry, Alana (my cat's name) I was having a lucid dream and I thought you were someone else..."

I woke up for real a few moments later. Consider that the last time I kiss a DC.

7.8.15

Still on night shifts. Day off.

Slept from around 2-3 pm, then again later. 2 WBTBs, one around 10 pm and second at 2 am. Both times started out on the sofa. Second WBTB lead to a WILD and DEILDs.

I started feeling vibrations and reminded myself to open my dream eyes, like what opheliablue does. Was also trying to "fall backwards" and roll out. Soon after I felt the falling backwards and I realized I'm already in a dream. I saw only from the center of my vision, the rest of it was blacked out. But I got up from the sofa.

I was in a house with family. I chose not to interract with them but headed for the door. I opened it and again a door to the outside.

It faded and I realized I'm still dreaming so got up again and headed outside. Don't remember much else, because slept another hour after that before getting up.

Non-lucid before these - I'm on a racing bicycle riding on a snowy road. I have someone on the back of the bike. The snow is covering the whole road and it's all around. It's getting deeper and harder to pedal. We are out in the country, no cars. Now I see 4 cars in the distance coming closer. I hope we can get to the side of the road enough so they don't hit us. First car pulls to his side too much and sideswipes the railing.

Morning of July 9, 2015. Thursday.



I sometimes find it somewhat peculiar how a shorter look at a dream from as far back as 1965 (without even putting that much attention on the new online summary) can somehow trigger a similar focus in a new dream. Certainly there is probably no meaning or symbolic association as such, but perhaps partially relevant to the work I am doing now regarding all April 9th dreams that seem to show extensive foreshadowing or precognitive elements in ways that seem by lifelong design. I suppose in that case, even considering that television broadcasts had certain strong influences, what determines which facets of such influences are the ones to seemingly create strong personal meaning even in a long-term precognitive sense? This may also be relevant to some extent with reviewing very old dreams, although the mood is sometimes different.

The concept that reminds me of my 1965 dream (“Frankenstein Closes the World”) is the opening of various small doors partly into what seems like a vertically “flat” (and inaccessible) version of part of the world at times. The idea of needing to go beyond a certain point seems like some sort of in-dream waking metaphor as with many in-dream events that some people try to claim as life-relevant events. For example, there has been a recurring situation in some dream types of going through a building and coming to a “dead-end” such as a window overlooking a city at night. A “dead-end” as such is almost always within a commercial building, though on a couple occasions related to trying to get out the hallway door on the south end of my Cubitis home during the time when it was not used in reality and was padded around the frame with pieces of blanket. A “dead-end” in a dream is likely some sort of impediment to the waking process and little else. You are in a dream and ready to wake, but perhaps not quite in the correct physical orientation to comfortably do so (for example, your arm being in an uncomfortable position).

In this dream, I mostly fly around and evade unknown people in mostly a cheerful manner. The scenario is not that clear, though the situation is quite common in dreams. It seems to relate in part to people not liking my flying ability, or me in general - though in this case it is likely that they view me as tresspassing. I fly about and land on roofs and walk on them a short time before flying elsewhere. There are a few scenes where I have to maneuver through very small openings in the middle of cluttered halls (which would otherwise be impossible to even squeeze through in reality) which seem somewhat related to industrial buildings. Some of these maneuvers seem to automatically trigger “resets” to where the setting changes dramatically. There are still seemingly annoyed people following me inside buildings as I fly around, though. One blocked area is made up of randomly stacked and partly fallen over boxes with at least one loose pipe diagonally across the top part of the small opening. I somehow still get through easily.

There is a scene where I am sitting at a table with another (unknown) male in the hall in the King Street boarding house (where there was not really enough room to do so in reality). The room I thought I had been stealthily residing in rent-free (where I never lived in in reality) turns out to be in use by a second unknown male, probably a college student, and I apologize for any intrusion I and the other male may have created when he opens his door. There is no conflict, however. From here, I go to the front of the house (though still upstairs) and into the kitchen. At this point, a third unknown person (female) is following me as if to ask me a question or at least say something. I am not interested and walk out onto the roof. Even though I am not lucid in any way, I know I can fly (typical in many dream types). I leap from the edge of the roof and the enjoyable and expected slight feeling of falling followed by rising up in flight occurs as usual. The other person seems somewhat surprised I did this. I fly fairly close to the ground near a group of unknown people before rising higher into the air again, effortlessly.

There is a shorter scenario after I land where I somehow cause money to come out of a machine of some sort (directly influenced by having seen the first episode of “Continuum” from 2012 on DVD). There is at least one American fifty-dollar bill for myself (along with what looks like a few different types of bills from Canada and Australia), yet I give my (deceased in real life) sister Marilyn a hundred-dollar bill for her husband for some reason. After a short time in a shift to a distorted version of her house, she is very angry about this act. She seems to believe that the gift of a hundred dollar bill somehow makes the time they spent saving money seem meaningless and she seems not to want it as such (which of course makes no sense at all other than perhaps for someone of an untimely poverty mentality which my sister certainly never had in life).

From here, I am watching a scene where my family is watching a very large flat-screen television, though I view the setting from the side of the television. The setting seems to take on an unusual vertically “flat” perspective that is hard to describe. I see my youngest son but not that clearly. It seems to be part of some sort of new television show about families watching television shows but mostly only filming their feet (yet I do not even reflect upon “Gogglebox Australia”, though which Zsuzsanna and I could only watch a few minutes of one episode of weeks ago). From here, I seem to be looking down at my own body in bed but from an unlikely angle though still from somewhere near my shoulders. There is some sort of abstract thought reflecting a potential of watching myself while watching myself; that is, a third but unseen “me”.

I've decided to come out of hiatus. Probably wont be as active as before since i'm not in the mood for dream related stuff lately but i guess i'll hang out on the forums at times. idk .-. I'm trying to get out of a depressed mood i have at times and lucid dreaming/dream journaling doesn't seem very fun to me as of now. Especially with the recent lucid nightmare i had. But i'm slowly getting rid of the depressed mood i feel at times so thats good. ^^