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So I dreamt that I was going back to elementary school for a visit with my class. There was something going on. If we found a pig in a wedding dress, and a baby cow, we'd get a prize. I found the pig- it was in a closet. Then I walked past a 3rd grade classroom to see that the kids in there had already found the cow. Then the dream shifted- I was at a hospital waiting room at night. We went outside (my mom, sister, brother and I) To see... Barack Obama! He needed a ride somewhere. That just seemed so strange to me, I did a reality check. My finger didn't go through my hand, but sort of "melted" into it. Eh, still, that wouldn't happen IWL! I plugged my nose too, and could breathe perfectly! I tried to take off to fly, but couldn't! I "woke up" and immediately did a reality check. Nope, still dreaming. I got up, but as soon as I did, I "woke up" again, and did a reality check, only to find that I was in yet another false awakening. I tried shouting "Clarity now!" a few times because everything was blurry, but it was no use. After a few more false awakenings, I woke up.

There's a very earnest-looking young man scaling the tower of a magician's castle, trying to reach the window where a woman is sitting. He incorrectly believes her to be held captive against her will and is trying to rescue her. She only notices him when he falls. Sounding bewildered, she calls down to him, telling him there's an easier way to get in on the other side of the castle; if he can't find it, just watch the rabbits, follow them. The man walks off.

Eventually, the woman comes outside to look for him. She finds him pinned between the wall and a black wolf with a white pattern around his eyes and chest. The wolf isn't doing anything particularly threatening. I'm aware that the wolf is the magician, though the man doesn't realize this, and the woman only suspects. The wolf starts acting like he's completely ignoring the man pinned against the wall and walks over to her, and she holds out her hand for him to sniff as if he were a dog. He ignores the hand and instead bumps his shoulder against her as he passes, and walks into the castle.

Inside, she sits the man down at the table with something to eat, and he says something that makes her laugh and twirl around. She's under the mistaken impression that he's looking for the magician, so she's treating him like a guest. She's treating the wolf the same way, and asks him which room he'd like to stay in until the magician returns. He bumps his head against the locked door of his own room, and she laughs and says sorry, no, that's quite impossible - even though she's fairly certain who he is at this point, she won't have him on the furniture in that shape.

Sunday

I'm confused at times because I can't remember my dreams

Anyway during the night went to bed around 10:30. I felt myself trying to come out of my body ( keep in mind I'm a stomach sleep), so It's like I'm doing a push up to get up. (should have realized that something was going on because I don't do push ups Tried to turn around to see my body....sucked back into it.



I have visions from time to time that are often in my dreams...if this makes sense .....but I know it does .... the dream that I do remember is being with my sister and niece. My niece and I were looking on the computer but I don't remember the website but my username was peaches420 (to my knowledge I have never used it) and for some strange reason my niece was like that's moms username peaches...

SN: I've told my sister I can come out of my body and have visions from time to time.....
I talked to my sister around 10:28 this morning to ask her if she had a username using peaches.
Sister: yes, a long time ago but I don't remember what it goes to..
Me: ok talk to you later.....

I am walking down the street when I see a friend I have not seen in several years. He seems glum. I approach him and ask him what is wrong. He answers noncommittally, so I ask again. He vanishes. I am a little worried because I think I am going crazy. I then realize I am dreaming.

I am now in my childhood home. I say to myself, "We are not flying, having sex, or eating food. What do we want to do?" I see some action figures up on shelves. I grab one (the Gorilla alien from the ALIENS franchise)



by the arms using perspective. I then try to expand him but he won't grow. I settle for bringing him to life. With a couple more magical hand movements I bring the rest to life, including a group of tiny Harry Potter wizards with glowing wands. They begin to chase and try to attack me. I run to the master bedroom and shut the door (throw a shirt on top of the wizards?) and then stuff some clothing under the door so the little wizards won't be able to get in with their magic.

I decide I want to summon someone through the TV. At that point I wake up.

Morning of August 16, 2015. Sunday.



Rewritten for clarification and supplemented Friday, 25 August 2017.

In the first part of my dream, I read at least halfway through a paperback crime novel (possibly by Erle Stanley Gardner, though this is not certain). I retain much of what I read for a few minutes after each page, enough to get a general idea of what the story is about, but I eventually forget most of it. It concerns a jewel thief who escapes by traveling by jumbo jet to another country while meeting a female on the airplane. He becomes interested in her and sees her again later on. She is a secretary that eventually goes to work for him.

My reading of the paperback crime novel expands into an amateur play aboard the airplane. I find at least two people (unknown and unfamiliar) who I decide to act out the story with as our airplane takes off and flies to wherever we are going.

One of these other passengers, who mostly stands to my left as I am seated on the right side of the airplane about the fourth seat back, is a young female who becomes wary about doing this as if perhaps she thinks that movies or plays made from novels are filmed or performed exactly as they are. For example, if an actor plays someone who is killed, the actor will actually be killed at that point. This seems to be an extraordinarily ignorant belief, yet in my dream, it seems typical of ordinary people to hold such beliefs. She eventually comments on the persona of the jewel thief in the story and decides to free herself of this little fictional drama and return to her own seat, no longer being interested. I am somewhat annoyed that the play was not completed, but my thoughts shift to other things.

There is an idea that I need to make a beanie. The beanie will have a blue and white mandala design spreading over the center from the top down somewhat like a simplified spiderweb design. Another (unknown) female complains about me wanting to create the beanie (which I plan on finishing on the airplane before we land) from scratch and asks me why I do not just buy one. (In some ways, this is like saying to someone who wants to learn to play guitar to go out and buy a music CD or someone who wants to build a house to just look at pictures of houses.) At any rate, I explain to her how the design and creation has to be mine (similar to a real life event when I made a headband, as it had to be a design taken directly from my dream). I start working on my beanie, but I do not complete it before I wake.

Meanwhile, I am given an on-flight meal which ends up leaving a horrid sweet taste in my mouth after waking. It is some sort of serving-tray-sized clump of thicker reddish jelly or conserves that is not fresh and is shaped somewhat like a land form relating to the Colorado Plateau. I do not want to eat it, but there is nothing else to eat so I eat most of it. I wake before the airplane lands.

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Time to explain the meaning of this dream, yes? I am certainly not talking about “interpretation” but about inherent meaning and why this dream is as it is.

Firstly, I am on an airplane. This usually has nothing to do with waking life (unless prescient or based on literal dynamics from recent experiences) but is an obvious dream state indicator. This is primarily based on the floating sensation of entering sleep and the residual memory of such. (How difficult could it be for a person of average intelligence to immediately realize this?) Over twenty percent of my dreams have more obvious flight symbols. This includes tens of thousands of dreams over a fifty-year time period. As a result, can you imagine what I think when I read about “dream interpretation” as the term is often used? (To be honest, I do not think you could.)

Then there is the paperback crime novel. Since being unconscious in the dream state is a “puzzling” state of awareness, the rendering becomes actualized in this case as a mystery novel and is even expanded into my dream’s environment as such (and how often would such an event occur in real life even symbolically?).

Why am I making a beanie in this particular dream? I am trying to implement a connection to my outer (conscious self’s) awareness in real time (and completeness in consciousness regarding what a mandala represents). There is non-lucid dream control. A part of me knows I am dreaming (as is most often the case) yet the lucidity is not viable or held within my dream self’s inherently fictional memory. Making this cap is similar to other dreams involving my dream self attempting to initiate waking (and this is also why there is no dominant preconscious personification or other preconscious factor). The unknown female complaining about me wanting to make the beanie is possibly a distorted perception of me believing (or actually perceiving within the same level of consciousness as her as we are sleeping) that my wife does not yet want to wake. This is certainly not meant to sound negative. No one else could even come close to her beauty or compatibility with me.

The weird dessert at the end of my dream likely relates to a few factors. (Red desserts have appeared in other dreams since childhood.) It may relate to having low blood sugar after a long sleep. It may be a rendering of the subliminal awareness of an odd taste in my mouth. Red dominating a dream typically means I have been sleeping a bit too long (or sleeping too long in one position). The association with a Colorado plateau may also indicate partial dehydration (and the need to rehydrate after waking, which is very important).

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See how this dream is based on the real-time dynamics of sleeping, dreaming, and waking rather than having feasible conscious self relevance as main factors in this case? A person of reasonable intelligence should be able to grasp this with no difficulty. Even so, most of my dreams have threads of literal prescience, which could not be discerned by “interpretation” either. Thank you for reading and understanding.

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Kids needed to be dropped off somewhere before there was a grown up there to watch them, so kids had to hide to not get perents in trouble. I am unclear whether this was my kids or whether I was one of the kids.

Kids have grown ups presents. Someone got a perfume. Someone got an anti aging facial cream (this was for my grandma RIP but then changed to for my mom).

I was entering some sort of movie theater kind of place. I saw one of my hot milf teachers working there lol. She was wearing really tight jeans and was looking at me and bending over provacatively. I was very turned on and didn't know what to do lol, I think I just went ignored and went to the theater. This theater was massive, like a huge arena full of seats. Each seat was like a bed that you can lie down on. I think I was walking from seat to seat confused and walking over people. Later on I'm thinking back to my milf teacher and regret not trying to make a move on her lol. So now I leave and try to find where my teacher is. I recall walking through, I think a few bathrooms? There was a lot of water on the floor. I eventually go back into the main theather and sit with friends in the top back right corner. The movie starts to play and I'm not really focusing on the movie at all. I notice how it's strange that even though I'm hardly looking at the screen and paying attention, I'm somehow capturing every detail of the movie and it all seems very clear. I think this is very strange, and I perform the reality check where I look at my hands. My hand is really weird and distorted, I think in my head OMG I'M DREAMING, and I instantly wake up! This is an exciting achievement for me, next time I just need to stay calm and stabilize my lucidity. I'll try to rub my hands together

I had a few more dreams that I remember. In one of these dreams I was in some sort of camp with my brother. We had an instructor who was teaching us some skills and things. My brother went off with the instructor first and finished his stuff pretty quickly and told me to go for my turn. I went in and it was horrific. I don't remember exactly, but he made us perform some really scary difficult takts. Really weird stuff, involving facing demons and stuff smashing things with our body, shape shiftiting, stuff like that. I was freaked out and pretty much decided that I was gonna quit the camp lol.

Another dream involving this really hot, popular girl that was from my highschool. We were friends and chatting up, and she seemed really attracted to me. She said "You're pretty" lol , I replied "What?" She said " uhhh, nevermind" . or something like that lol.

Also, I have this slight recollection of becoming lucid again later that night in another dream. But I don't really remember too well. I think it may have involved flying or something??

I was driving a car to my garage. I was driving down the hill near a local day room. Suddenly something told me to stop on the road, but for some reason the handbrake wasn't working. I had to use it a few times until the car finally stopped moving downhill. I looked at another car that stopped in the middle of the road, and my previous teacher - a woman in early thirties went out of that car, and told me that my sister sold her that car. She gave me the money and took the car, and another driver took her previous car. I went home on foot, and saw that my older sister get back home from work abroad.

Sleeping: August 13th 2015, 11 PM (UTC +7)
Awake: August 14th 2015, 7:10 AM (UTC +7)

Non-Dream, Non-Lucid, Lucid, False Awakening

I don't know why, but school started being a sign in my dream (through previous dream journal). I love how it stresses me so much, freaking love it. LOVE. I can't remember when it started, I was in a classroom. Though the location wasn't possible within real life. It took half the (waking life) convenient store. Room consisted 36 desks for students, 6x6. I was sitting in column 5, row 4 counting from top left. Not too much are interesting, it was mathematics. Something about ratio, with business incorporated. I don't know why, but the class felt like it was supposed to run for 9 hours. 8:30 AM to 17:30. That's not even possible. I checked the clock several times, time went fast but I didn't notice the flow of it. Once it reached the time, we just got out and went home as usual. I just came by the store near my class, bought something before walking back home.

There went another boring day. However, I was (too) late and I just procrastinated. So, I did my homework right before getting into my classroom. Thanks to dreamy desk outside there. Some of friends came out and asked why I didn't go in, and just took a break, buying something, then went back to their class. Soon, I decided I should go in. I just went in and got prepared for my own doom, but nothing happened. I could just sit down on my desk and started studying things as teacher taught. Due to weird fatigue building up, I felt sleepy. I also saw my crush behind me and sleeping on her desk. I couldn't control it and just fell asleep on my chair either. Checked clock from my cellphones two times, it showed somewhere around 11 AM and 5 PM (actually showed as 17:xx as of 24-hours clock). After few seconds of fast sleep drifting, I felt my whole body paralyzed. I shocked and acknowledged it was possibly a SP. (SP within a few seconds of sleeping in a dream, what?) I realized I could use this, so I just calmed myself down and started being able to move. As soon as I moved off my (dream) physical body, I woke up in real life.

Tried recalling this and this is all of what I got. No natural awakenings throughout the night remembered also. Love the false lucidity anyways, as that lucidity is just fake one, for a dream inside a dream (which eventually means only one dream anyways).

Break In Distiller
I arrive at a house with REX and Bro. I sneak in the backyard and notice there's another dog. Both dogs are friendly to one another. I worry that i will lose sight of REX due to it being night time. I let both dogs out the front. REX is runs up the tree like a cat. I climb up and ladder to the top of a look out, which is near the tree, If not, the tree itself I'm worried about Rex getting down, so I unzip my jacket and zip it back up, this time with Rex under my jacket. I test the waters and see if I'll be able to get down backwards. It seems pretty sketchy due to the ladder not welded to the lookout. I fear the ladder will fall forward as I try and get onto it.
I see the other dog, it's pretty overweight. It walks off out of my sight. Im worried that I have probably lost someone's pet. I look into the distance and see the beautiful city lights. I think I can see crown from here. I seem to think I'm in Nat's area code.

I'm in the backyard and set up my water Distiller.

I get inside the house, and I assume people are asleep. I'm trying to be quiet due to not wanting to get busted trespassing. I go inside and bedroom and look around.

I see the family that lives their get up. I think they spot me outside, not realizing I had broke into their house. I'm in the kitchen with them. I can hear the Distiller going in the backyard, and worry that they may hear it. The wife goes through the bedroom that I was in earlier, and notices that something's have changed, but not enough to suspect anything.

I'm packing up the distiller quietly, due to the backdoor being open and I can see the son of the family. He has a beard. I thought he may have caught me sneaking the distiller out of the backyard. I hide it under a car out of front. I'm looking at where I stashed it from a distance, and notice that one of the parts of the distiller is designed like a smiley face.

I go back inside and I think the wife has realized I broke in or something. I make up an excuse that I'm homeless.

A Chat With Amy
I'm walking through a grocery store, and I think about maybe seeing Jade. Instead I see Amy, and we begin chatting. We talk about the norm. We talk for some time while still walking to our destinations. We trade texts also.

I reach my house which is not my house. It seems that someone has tried to break in.

I'm out the front of my real house. I'm moving Amy's bf (Damian) car around in different spots without driving it. The bf comes into the scene driving the exact car. I think this is going to be odd if he notices the other car that's identical. The other car disappears as he drives passed. I walk up a bit of a hilly drive way. Damian drive up the drive way, but his not in the car, it's other people that look familiar. I show them around the house, taking them to the bottom level where the people were. Pete Rad says a brief hi to them. It looks like he's losing his hair, it's looking thin.

Im watching an NBA draft game, which stars the young Aussie. I tell dad about him. Dad says his heard a bit about him. I tell him that he moves really well for a big guy.