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Realized I was dreaming this morning and had an epiphany that made sense in the dream world but I can't remember what it was.

Lost all my dream recall when I woke up today due to being freaked out! It was a non-lucid though. I woke up & I looked like I had been beat up by Rocky Balboa! I had to get up early to get around for Grandparents day & I looked in the mirror & both my eyes were almost swollen shut! And I have a cold sore on my mouth. I was so freaked out I just didn't care about my dreams anymore. I just cared about making the swelling go down & using make up & a hair do that would hide any traces of this awful reality! I used ice packs which helped considerably. I think I was having a reaction to one of my meds. Sometimes if I take one of them too close together it causes this problem but I was desperate to keep the cold sore at bay & took more than I should. But most of the day was good. Poor Bubba's first Grandparents day was a bust cuz he woke up puking & had to stay home which is sad, but I bought him a candy gram while I was there for him so he'll get it on Monday when all the other kids get there's.... I don't know what my daughter fed Booga, but I could smell her farting the whole time, rotflmao! I sprayed her w/ my perfume halfway through. Grandma to the rescue! We had fun making stuff w/ playdough & another game.... She's in first grade & I saw a kid in there that was almost as tall as me! He will probably be a line backer!... Anyway, my day turned out good... I said The Lords Prayer holding my cross necklace before I went in so that in itself made me feel better about how things would go... Also Booga wants us to dress alike for Halloween so I think the whole Clown Costume may be seen in double, lol.

Last night bed 8pm - 3:30am

I recalled this dream as soon as I sat in my car on my way home from work and was about to buckle my seat belt.


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I'm sitting in a luxury sedan. All white interior, everything leather. Looks brand new, shiny, beautiful. I see the driver stepping on the breaks frantically, but they dont work. I look down and I'm not buckled. He says we are about to crash. The force of innertia is making it hard for me to move, and everything is in slow motion, as I race time to reach for a belt and buckle up if even just a second before we hit the wall. Not sure if I made it on time.

Maple Syrup Foot Fetish

I'm at a highschool and Kestrel is there. It's the end of the first day of school and everyone is catching their bus or driving home. I realize that I need to take the bus but I want to make sure that I get on the right bus first. I talk to administration and they tell me that there is only one bus that serves the entire school. Not too hard, right?

So Kestrel and I walk back outside and I see the bus leaving.

AND I KID YOU NOT THESE WORDS CAME STRAIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH:

"How strange! I have this recurring dream that I am in highschool again and I miss the bus home. What a coincidence, huh?"



Anyways, somehow I wind up on the bus.

We're chugging along when the bus driver suddenly yells, "CALL YOUR LOVED ONES AND TELL THEM GOOD BYE AHAHAHAHAHHA!" The bus driver then slams into a car in front of us, backs up, and does this repeatedly.

One of the students on the bus takes action and tries to remove the keys from the ignition. He successfully does so, but the bus driver attempts to tackle him. In a last ditch effort, the student tries to toss the keys to the back of the bus.

I'm sitting in the first few rows and I see my moment of opportunity. I sprint towards the doors and force them open. Only a few other students and I manage to get out before the bus driver reclaims the keys.

I run into the nearest shop, which was a Chinese restaurant, screaming "CALL THE POLICE, CALL THE POLICE!!!!"

I take the phone at the counter and start dialing 911 but no one answers.

"Why isn't this working???" I call out.

"The manager is afraid someone will accidentally call 911 so he blocked the number." The hostess responds calmly. Who would even do that?!

I'm about to run out the door and to the next shop when the manager comes running after me telling me that before I leave, he needs to put maple syrup on my feet. What the serious fuck?

I don't have time for this tomfoolery and run out the door and into a small theater. Nothing makes sense there either. I start looking around and I begin to notice that literally everyone in this town is doing things that make literally no sense. People are walking backwards, laying in the middle of the street, buildings are sideways, etc.

And then I somehow gain the ability to fly. I decide to use this ability to save my trapped comrades in the bus. I fly over to the bus and am able to distract the bus driver long enough to save them.

I decide I've had enough of this freaky town so we fly up in the sky with the intent to leave. I keep flying upwards above the clouds with my friends until we suddenly hit the top of an industrial ceiling. Astonished yet determined to gtfo of here, I break through the ceiling.

And above the ceiling nothing else existed. Seriously. Above the ceiling was just pure white light.

It's then I come to the harrowing realization that we are trapped in this strange dimension forever.

I was in my house, it was a sunny and warm day. I was in a kitchen with my grandma. Some hornets flied into the room and stung grandma in her hand a few times - a bubble appeared on it and exploded. Then an enormous swarm, hundreds of thousands of hornets flying all around the house. I escorted grandma to safety, took a bug-killer spray and ran back in an attempt to kill them. I ony got to stairs and sprayed few hornets, but bug-killer was ineffective and huge amounts of it was required to kill just a few. I escaped and met rest of my family. They called exterminators and firefighters to get out house hornet-free.

Morning of September 9, 2016. Friday.



My wife Zsuzsanna, our children, and I as we are now are living in an unfamiliar first-floor apartment. There is a very large window from floor to ceiling that is about ten feet in width. This window is at an angle to the rest of the room (though not like a bay window) and to the left of the front door of our place.

I look out onto a sight that appears to be in early evening. It seems to be very close to where the Statue of Liberty should be, so close, I would only have to walk about ten feet to get to the pedestal, though I am wondering what happened to it. There are a few people walking around but there is no Statue of Liberty or its pedestal. There are a few pieces of it here and there on each side of my window view and I get the notion that they are rebuilding it to make it stronger and to last longer. It does not occur to me that we do not live in America and certainly not near the Statue of Liberty.

Later, I go to lie down on the couch which has been pulled out into a bed and is near the center of the large unfamiliar room. Shortly after I do, an unknown young male starts to move it. In fact, he even rolls it over so that I go upside-down as well as feel it sandwich me a bit though I somehow stay on it even when I should have fallen out. The sensations of touch, pressure, and motion are very realistic.

Eventually, I slide out from the couch onto the floor as he is moving and rolling it about and I start yelling at him, cursing at him and calling him rude names. I kick him out of our apartment while telling him never to come back.

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The unknown young male is the preconscious personification of RAS (reticular activating system) modulation (modulation, as my emergent consciousness did not establish control until my dream’s last event). This is a biological factor of the dreaming and waking process that has nothing to do with waking life.


The Statue of Liberty scene is based on having been in deeper sleep, with the analogy of physicality being “rebuilt”, my dream sustained by a minor thread of non-lucid dream control. A statue is autosymbolism for the physical body not moving while in REM sleep. In this case, my waking process needed an extra boost from the preconscious, which is additionally validated by vestibular system correlation being more sustained than usual regarding the movement of my illusory dream body, as there was curiously no falling start.

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Very naughty dream. I was getting freaky with a pretty ASMR artist from Youtube. It all felt quite real, and I did things I never thought I'd consider in real life.

I mean, I'm sick . Poor sleep. Many potential WILD attempts though through the many wakings.

+ some weird thing about counting my breaths falling into numerical patterns. Then talk changes to a timesharing computer system for 128 users running on a Commodore 64 which got my attention: how can that possibly work? Then I'm sitting at a computer screen like C64 and loading a program. First I type "LOAD <something>" wait for it to finish, then I type "RUN" and the screen switches into graphics mode and two detailed animated grey/black vertical (like seahorses) dragons are swooping back and forth along a platform. Then I start controlling them and they're like demons/balrogs running along a platfomer game. I cause the character to move and run and jump on to the next platform, the game is sort of 2.5D but still retaining 3D qualities. Then there is a fight with a wizard character on the top of the building/platform

awake, doing TDY "Ah" throat visuzliations, and ...

+ ... BANG! There is a loud sound like an explosion and I'm standing next to a building where a bomb has apparently just gone off. I look up and a narrator says you can see it was on the 5th floor because that's there the wall was blown off. Actually it's an exploded view of the building so you can see into all the floors but the 5th / top floor had explosion damage. I'm walking around the side of the building and now I'm standing on a tall/small platform with no railing several floors up and I'm a bit concerned about the unprotected fall, but I'm looking up at the door/balcony of the exploded apartment and I'm making a comment about the guy who's place that is, the door opens onto a very small balcony barely enough room for a chair, the doors and walls are glass [DREAMSIGN]. I'm looking up at the building and down at the fall just one step away, it's a sort of very small open shaft that all the apartment windows open on to. I'm standing just outside an apartment and I get down on my hands and knees and crawl carefully back inside the room so I don't fall. As I'm crossing the threshold back in to the room, I notice that there is a 1-inch gap between the floor of the room and the window/door sill leading out to the terrace, so you can see down to the apartment below. Each apartment has this same gap, and I put my eye to the gap and look all the way down the ground floor through all these gaps. I think that must be terrible for noise insulation, you'd hear everything from your neighbor.

Then my college roommate FG is standing down there one floor below and holding a toy suction cup dart gun up in my face like he's going to shoot it at me and I block it with my hand and we say a few things. I think that loading a suction cup sphere into a wrist rocket would be much more effective than this toy gun/suction cup dart thing.

Wavering half awake/asleep a long time, bad crick in my neck can't get comfortable fully sick, stuffed nose, etc., but suddenly....

+ ... I'm standing in front of a clothes washing machine. I'm apparently trying to calibrate the settings and all the clothes are coming out partially dry and partially wet. I'm doing really small loads and trying to figure out the right settings for the device. I think this is silly and I should just chuck all my clothes in there and do a single large load. I'm fiddling with the controls of the washing machine and finally pull out the circular setting knob to start the cycle. I look to my left and I see my blue jeans spread out on top of something and I notice they're pretty dirty, especially at the knees.

Again just some fragments:

1) In some sort of car showroom. A car is being raffled a huge queue of people has built up. I need to get in a car to go somewhere and have to wait in the queue. Then I'm in a car being driven with some friends and we are told that we are going to a youth club, we don't want to go there so get out of the car.

2) In a lounge. I'm putting an old vinyl record on and have hooked it up to record it on CD. The record player is very odd with a green sculpture on top of it with snakes.

3) In some sort of canteen I get some food and go to sit down but there is nowhere to sit. I spot a place and ask if I can sit there, the person next to it looks a bit irritated but says yes I pull the chair out and there are some flowers under it which I have to move. Then I'm in a kitchen, someone is in a wheelchair and I try not to ignore them. His wheelchair is very high tech, and he has a strange cap on which has a zip up bag in the back, he puts a coat into it and zips the bag up.

» I'm a spectator. I see the tarmac of an airport from the side. Meanwhile I hear an explanation being given. There's a sort of rocket ship, with a plane attached on top of it. It's taking off, but at a slow pace. The explanation is that the Dutch rapper Sevn Alias has funded/invented this. It allows for a plane to take off cheaper and faster than with the currently accepted method. The rocket ship flies slowly above water, to my surprise dives in, resurfaces and then the plane detaches and takes off. The rocket ship stays put for a bit, before flying back, using vertical thrusters. That was.. an usual way to take off. Also, is Sevn Alias really already that rich that he can afford this?!

» This dream is all over the place. I'm near an airport and see an Indonesian girl working at an office. She's not satisfied with her job, because her boss gave a crazy assignment. She has to write a certain number of pages on a topic, which she considers a crazy amount. She is wearing a black skirt and a striped shirt. The office is open, as in no walls. Somehow the info reaches me that I will be taking a trip to Maluku. I think it's business, because it will be paid for. I look up flight information. The quickest flight has 1 stopover. The total flight time is 24 hours. What the hell?! It's quicker to fly back to the Netherlands. Also I think I will shit my pants if I have to fly for 24 hours, considering Indonesia's poor safety record.

» I'm sitting in my dormitory living room, together with a few guys. We're eating grapes. I take 3, one of them smaller than the other two. I start juggling them, to the amusement of the other guys.

» I'm in a street in the Netherlands. I'm in the old car of my ex' brother. I'm not sure what I did exactly anymore. Park it all over the place?

» It's night and I'm with my cousin and my little brother. My brother and I are inside a vehicle that's seems like a crossover between a double decker bus and a rolling restaurant. Downstairs is the 'restaurant' section, upstairs I think the bedrooms and what not. I've pretty much locked up for the night. My cousin shows up. We talk for a while. He's planning to go somewhere. I think I tell him to be responsible and don't stay out too late, or something along those lines. At the end of the dream the vehicle is out of control. It keeps moving down the street towards an intersection and no matter how hard I try to break, it keeps going. Eventually we collide with a car. Fuck.

If I dream about cars they rarely/never seem to have functional brakes.

I'm Jimin. I have to solve a bunch of puzzles inside Grandpa's house in order to get to Jungkook. Finally I manage to solve all of the puzzles and end up in a bed. In the bed I'm scared and it feels like I had just had a nightmare. I call out to Jungkook and he appears in bed next to me. We hug each other tight and fall asleep.

I had this weird dream where I moved into a new house & Barbara Jean was there from the tv show "Reba" was there too. She was my neighbor & she didn't act all goofy like on that show.

Then I woke up & thought, damn it I didn't become lucid to do the TOTM! While getting ready for today I was sitting on my bed watching Meesha Cat. She was looking at something & then tried to bat at it. Her eyes went wild & big & she froze. Then she tore out of the room like the house was on fire & left a puddle of pee on my bed... Just FYI, she isn't experiencing some sick cat problem, she is fine. But today I told Mike I thought she has being Dioji. My dog Dioji died in 2008 in a freak pool accident when it was being drained. He was chasing the little puppies & it just happened. I was a mess mourning for 2 yrs over my dog. He was there for me through my last surgery & was glued to me. He was so attached to me that when I would lay down during the day, he would lay next to me, kick me & keep tapping my hand until I held his paw like we were holding hands while we slept. He did this a lot! Very smart dog. After his death both me & my husband have seen him in our house at various times & I saw him just the other day right here in my room where he normally appears. We both think Meesha sees him but just doesn't know how to react to him. He loved our cat Xan & would only try to play w/ another family pet. But that now would explain why she is peeing on my bed. Mystery solved. Yet I still think she must have a bladder problem of some kind though. When she goes for her checked up I'll see what the vet thinks. Even then there isn't a lot u can do for that issue for a cat, unless I hit the lottery in the near future, lol.

I begin looking out to the right window of my bedroom at the neighbor's house. The entire side is an intense, shining blue stained glass, resembling church in many ways. I do a double take, and something feels very strange and familiar about this state. I realize I'm dreaming and begin stand up and walk toward the window. I jump out, but my visuals go white. I stay in this white void area for several minutes, rubbing my hands and reminding myself I'm in a dream. I try intently to wait until the next dream scene starts. After several minutes, I wake up.

Since my last journal entry I have had very bad recall and been very busy with the start of school on top of that so I took a little break to figure out my new schedule. This morning I woke up and realized it was a good time to get started again and did MILD.

09.08.2016
12:00 PM

Hanging Out With Juliana (MILD)

I am Supermans side kick or something. We are fighting Lex Luthor I think. There is an old lady crossing the street and Superman says to help her while he fights. I go and fly her across the street to her hotel and help her find her room. I get a sense that this is a dream and wonder if I will become full lucid. I finish walking her down the hall just to make sure I feel I finished that dream plot and do a nose plug. I think specifically about how I shouldn't fly out to superman and continue the fighting. I fly out the window and fly around Hollywood. I land and find myself in front of a 5 story building. I remember my goal is to just have a nice talk with Juliana so I stick my hand back. I feel her grab mine but it takes some focus to make it feel vivid. I say hi twice and then she responds. I look back and this time she has a buzz cut! It looks pretty good actually. She and I start walking and talking into the building and I say, "Wait. Every time I see you we start walking somewhere urgently. We don't have to go anywhere today let's just hang out and talk." "Okay, but lets go right inside here and sit down." She says.

We go in and it's a hospital. We go in one of the rooms and sit on the bed. There is another patient in the bed next to us but they don't mind. I find on a table two giant delicious chocolate chip cookies and we each take one. It is really good! I say to her, "Could you show me more of your magic. Like something flashy and cool like the fireworks from last time." She says, "Sure!" and snaps her fingers and there is a bright blue flash surrounding her hand. "Cool!" I say. "How about something even more creative! What else can you do?" She says, "Okay. Look at that trash can." She points at it and a spark flys from her finger and into it. Two eyes and a mouth emerge from the front of the trash can and it starts talking in jiberish! "Cool! What happens if you make it inanimate again? Let me try." I have finished my cookie and stick out my finger to give it a try. The garbage can looks scared and pretends to be normal but I can tell it is just faking. "Here." Juliana says and sends another spark that makes it go back to normal. I start to destabilize and wake up or have an FA, I don't know, but I DEILD.

I am in the loby of a hotel and skateboard out the door. Strange, I don't know how to skateboard well. I skateboard and follow someone on a bike. We fall into a pool and people try to help us out and I destabilize again.

I am in a residential neighborhood and very unstable still. I walk up to a car and feel it. There are flowers growing out of the engine. I am stabilized now and decide to summon Juliana again. This time she has a brown pixie cut. It is much easier to summon her this time. We go for a walk and talk. "Do you know Androx?" She starts to think. "He is a talking cat, or a witch or something." She says she thinks she knows who I'm talking about and that it isn't supprising he found me. I say he sent me to fight evil witches and she starts laughing. "What? Are you an evil witch?" "No it's not that I just don't think there is such a clear line between good witches and evil witches. It just dosn't work that way in my opinion." "So you arn't a good witch?" She shrugs. "Well I guess you are a neutral witch then and I am okay with that.", I say. We pass by some people who are playing music loud. It is like metal mixed with drum and bass. As we walk away Juliana uses magic to make it louder. At the drop we can't help but start dancing to it. We can't really tell if we should be head banging or dancing like its electronic. haha I eventually wake up and decided to write this down before I forget it.

I keep falling asleep though and eventually have a dream that I am Purple Man's pawn like in Jessica Jones.