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Morning of December 10, 2017. Sunday.



Dream Series: The Experience of Prescience, the Inexplicable Dream State Phenomenon. Part 8

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I find myself in an unknown setting, apparently participating in some sort of treasure hunt, though relating to the backstory, we are already in the area where the treasure is. Curiously, my mother-in-law is present without any association with conflict. Zsuzsanna and our children are also present as well as at least one unknown male.

There is some sort of movie, though more like a slideshow, shown near one of the areas where treasure is stored. It is apparently of Vasco da Gama, though there are several other explorers and natives in very unusual outfits, each unique. One native has some sort of fancy oval and horizontally-striped shield over the front of his body, yet the imagery is rather sketchy and surreal.

Over time, I marvel at the beauty of the various stones we find. They are divided into particular kinds, piled into kitchen cabinets, both at floor level and three-tiers from the ceiling. I do not yet see this as odd even though it is implied to be some sort of cave that has not been known of or explored since the 1500s.

The cabinets are along two walls that meet. I find a group of blue and white stones that are presumably called “ice”. I find a bag on a shelf above these stones that reads “ice”. I am somewhat puzzled by the name, though only with a vague recall of ice being frozen water.

At this point, I finally start to realize the error of my dream’s implications. I tell the others that this place could not have existed in the 1500s as the cabinets all look new and the design is modern. I find an unknown plastic object in the cabinet where the transparent bag that says “ice” on it is found. I say, “This could not be from the 1500s”. It is circular, possibly a piece of a sieve. I then say, “These are like kitchen cabinets. They could not have been made that long ago.”

It seems more like the large kitchen of an unfamiliar house.

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I do not really see the point, but this dream turned out to be precisely precognitive as many dreams are relating to a specific thread with too much visual detail to be coincidence. Zsuzsanna’s sister had brought a bag of ice around today, identical to that of my dream (of a kind I had never seen before otherwise), and with no way of either of us expecting this. In fact, the very idea of this would have been otherwise absurd, especially as our freezer is nearly too full to even hold it. Some precognition is more so because of telepathy (for lack of a better word), but I have wondered since childhood about the specific nature and patterns that are more likely to be “sent”. Still, it is the most unusual and unlikely events that have more of a precognitive presence in my dreams.

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Lots of trippy and intensely absurd dreams tonight, but I wasn't at home and had nothing to write on. I was a little too laxed on recall so memory is very limited. I know I was lucid at least twice though.

I did MILD in the middle of the night and later noticed that I was about to fall asleep. So I just sat back and enjoyed an unusually smooth transition into the LD. (Best type of WILD. All the fun, non of the work)

I headed downstairs and met my parents dog. She was super happy to see me and we played for a little bit in the hallway. I decided it would be fun to start the dream with one of the tasks. I also wanted to go outside. I tend to get this urge.

I decided to bring the dog along. Once we got on the road I decided that I wanted to start with meeting an older version of myself.

I looked around, but there was nobody around. I told the dog to look for me. She wen't out into the tall grass and started barking. I followed and found myself face down in the tall grass tied up into an uncomfortable position. I helped myself get loose.

The older version of me: Didn't look much older. Horrible unhealthy skin. Looked weak. Scared.

I can't remember a lot of details. But I asked for advice. All he told me was that if I was offered to go to the mountains in the next few days I absolutely had to refuse.

I asked what had happened to him... why was he tied up? I can't remember exactly what he said. But I think it had something to do with that mountain trip. And he had gotten in trouble with some people. He suddenly got anxious and told me something like "oh no here they come" I turned around and he was gone. A humongous black dog approached. About the size of a hippo. There is also the image of a man in black, but I can't remember anything else about him.

The dog was intimidating, but I just started playing with it. I lost lucidity while we were playing around in the street.

I "woke up" hearing faint voices outside my room. Getting closer. There was a woman. I remained still because I wasn't sure if it was real life or a false awakening. And I was hoping to re-enter the dream. She leaned in and whispered my name into my ear and licked my neck. It went through my body like a jolt and I woke up completely. I am relatively sure it was a hallucination and not a false awakening..

This could be a new trend. There is a part of my mind that has always been trying to stop me from entering lucid dreams during transitions. But it never had much success.

Recently it seems to have given up and left me alone during the initial transition. But instead surprising me and waking me when I try to re-enter dreams. After a few times I know to expect it now though. So I doubt it will be much of a problem in the future..

Unsure what happened before becoming lucid. My field of vision is flat like a computer screen, alternatively flashing between blue and red flashing (like a computer screen) - there is a thin white rectangular border. Centered white or black text reads "Obek" (may have been in Cyrillic) and another word, but each time I read it the word changes. I can feel myself sliding along a fixed path. I pass into a small office building with a desk and a man to my left - reminds me of college. The man sitting at the desk has a scary face, not just intimidating or creepy but instilling great fear. I overcome it and reach out to touch his hand as I pass by him in the way I'm being pulled. Can feel the sensation of touching it distinctly. I slide through an open doorway and to a hallway leading left and right, the track takes me left. I am then turned around and taken backwards (in the same direction as I was coming from while going through the office) and I pass into a warehouse/art studio/garage type building (lots of stuff here - canvas draped over boxes, easels, concrete floors, foggy windows with light coming through). I go forward until I stop at a distorted mannequin standing up against some stacked crates. In retrospect the face was disturbing, but I didn't think about it at the time. I use my hands with pinching gestures to change the facial features into an attractive female (her body changes from mannequin to living flesh). She is wearing a tee shirt and panties. There is a brief sexual encounter and then I wake up promptly (after a feeling of closing my dream eyes).

I'm with my girlfriend at a party and we're holding a balloon that's shaped like lips (one of the shiny ones you get from Dollar Tree) and arguing. It's an outdoor party and it's night time. There are snakes on the ground and in the trees. The non-lucid portion of this dream lasts a while and I'm separated from my girlfriend. All of the sudden I sit down, touch the grass, and become lucid. Visual clarity intensifies, and I examine the dream characters more closely, especially a girl with black hair which seems to have this hazy red aura (as if it was a red underdrawing). I am looking around at all the characters when I look past the back fence at a house with a light on in one of the windows and the outline/silhouette of someone. I'm transported there and I continue to observe. It's a small room with a raised stage with white linen borders. There are several people in the crowd standing and watching, a lot of them dressed in white (not all though, some in normal clothes). On the stage there are three girls dressed in white. They begin to undress and I wake up.

I'll add more tomorrow, trying to scrounge through my notes from that time.

Date of Dream: SAT 9 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 240 - Separated Sections

Dream 240 A - Mixed Choir Competition
I forgot where I was at the time but Mr H was offering for me to come with him and the school choir and help them out at the Waverley Choral Eisteddfod. He said to meet the rest of the members at Monash University at 6:00 PM. When I got home, I told my mum what I was doing and where I was going to go. I was then in the bedroom of the old house, picking what to wear. I thought, “because they're all wearing black, I guess they'd like me to wear black too”. I couldn't find all items in black... The denim jacket I had over the top was going to be skin-toned. ML then appeared in my room and told me I was going to be wearing the Killester Performance Shirt on the top... And then she disappeared again.

Another scene was playing in my bedroom, it was like two scenes at a time... I was standing still in my bedroom, watching the other scene being played. Mr H had finally boarded the Killester bus but it was a few minutes past 6. It then solely went back to my bedroom. I hadn't even left the house and so I was now worried that I was going to be late and even miss the event altogether. I went to my mum in the kitchen and she addressed the exact same thing about me being late. I eventually came up with a solution to the problem that I would ensure I arrived at the venue on time.

My mum did say, “You're already late, you might as well just give it a miss” and then I said to her, “Don't worry mum, I've actually got a solution”. Then she looked at me in a funny way and she goes, “Don't tell me, it's that creepy friend of yours”... She was referring to Dreamy WB. I got highly offended from that statement and I said to my mum straight away in defence “no it isn't. My guide's taking me”. I tried to make it sound to my mum like someone completely different was taking me so she'd stop making fun of Dreamy WB.

I was then in the driveway of my current house and that's where the calling ceremony took place. As my mum was standing nearby, watching my every move, I made it very clear to call for “guide” and not mention any name at all. I walk right up to the edge of the driveway and call up the court, “guide, where are you?”. After that, my mum disappears and five women appear in the driveway, just in front of the right garage door. Upon further inspection, they're all Dreamy WB... So bascially (and weirdly), there are five copies of Dreamy WB in this dream!

I examine them further and use the copies that I think most resemble the real WB, as they are all dressed and made-up in different ways, some copies even had light skin and blonde hair!! The first copy I approached had the correct skin tone but her hair was tinged slightly red with a frizzy updo and she had an innocent disposition on her face. She was wearing a white shirt and a white headband with black trousers. This is the one I went to for a hug and she returned the hug long and hard.

The second copy I approached was the transport arrangement I had planned. This copy resembled the real WB the most and may have in fact been the leader of the Dreamy WB group. This one had the appearance of the typical plain black afro and she was wearing a red trench coat with some plain jeans. She rose up slightly into the air and moved into a sitting position, inviting me to climb onto her lap.

Once I was on her lap, she locked me in with her arms and ensured I was comfortable, then she slowly rose a couple of centimetres again, and then shot off like a rocket. The dream was now a really fast blur of travelling down Wellington Road and I could tell this was the right road as a lot of the buildings and other landmarks resembled the geography in real life. I couldn't feel Dreamy WB at all because we were going so fast... All I could feel was the wind rushing past me. And then the dream ended there before I reached the uni.

Dream 240 B - Bullied By The Community
I was surfing on my Instagram account when I noticed that this user called “sml.fan.4” (or some name like that) made a reference on their profile about what I had said in my “about me” section on my profile. They were humiliating me for the fact that I said “I go to school” and I still hadn't updated the information. They said something else in their statement that I was worse but I don't remember what it was specifically.

Now this case was an Instagram wide controversy and there were over 176,800 likes, comments and shares. There was a comment from Tito Jimenez who was standing up for me and I gave it a like. Next, there was this comment from HL who was also standing up for me. In her comment, she was referring to something with “heaven” or “heavens sake”, I know it was religiously oriented. HL's comment had some sub-replies. One from no one I knew and then another one after that, that was from WB.

The sub-comment from WB was really bad and she was on the side of humiliating me. Within this comment were all these photos of me and her that she probably might have stored on her phone in the dream. She must have done something on Photoshop or some other photo editing program as she had drawn all these moustaches or other silly features on my sides of the photos. I only had a look at the sub-comment quickly and so didn't have enough time to examine all the photos. By the time I got back to try and look at the comment, it wasn't there... I figured WB deleted it as she knew I would be on to look at it now.

I forgot the next scene in the dream and so I'll skip to recounting near the end of the dream. I am in this unknown, indoor open space and there are these small pedestal tables with a book on them. I look at one of the books and it is interesting, out of the photos WB put on the Instagram comment before, she made them into a book. She was then actually approaching the book to grab it but I stopped her right in her tracks. I was actually mad at her this time. I asked her why she did what she did and she said she didn't do anything. I can't remember anymore of this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I'm back on the web now. I tried to open this site and keep it open for at least 30 seconds and it worked as my computer fan wasn't escalating in that time... So thank goodness, that's a relief. Additionally, I haven't remember any dreams for SUN 10 DEC.

This was my first LD since joining DV!

I was looking out of the front door window of my childhood home (the drapes were pulled back, and the . It was a foggy night or early morning outside. I see my mom leaning up against the van she used to own, talking on her cell phone - the yard was longer than in reality (most spatial areas tend to be skewed and expanded in my dreams). It's also dark in my foyer, so I walk through into the living room. The furniture is a lot more crowded than my real living room, and I'm still psyched out from a previous dream about people hiding in my home, so I scan the dark room for signs of life. All of the sudden, I look at my hands and realize I'm dreaming!

Everything pops into vivid color. The dense furniture of the living room is gone and the only thing there is a long table close to the kitchen (the room is skewed longways). There's a huge amount of food on the table, so I approach it. I remember to rub my hands together, and the stabilization is amazing! The lights are now dim, but definitely on. I pick up a salt shaker, then a food item (an apple maybe?) remembering this tip, but it doesn't do much to stabilize the dream. While walking, my balance is kind of off (feeling all the sensations of my dream body is still new to me, as I've had plenty of brief moments of lucidity, but maybe 2-3 really vivid ones).

At this point I'm scared I'm going to lose the dream, so I fall to the ground on my hands and knees, and it helps a lot. I can hear a faint Christmas song coming from the kitchen (where the lights are off). I try to draw a door on the wood floors, and I see a faint white outline there, like when you press down on a computer screen. I wasn't clear with my intentions though, and halfway through drawing it, I get stuck somewhere between visualizing a deep ocean, then a deep ocean with a rock below and above. Because of my loose convictions, the door fails. I stand up and read a Christmas card that my family has taped to the door (or it might just be a decoration - they tend to do this kind of thing come Christmas). I remember what everyone says about text in dreams and read it once (nonse with a few real words in no clear order), then close it and read it again. The text changed! I thought, "Wow, that's neat!". Rather than fading back into a waking state, I feel as if I closed my dream eyes and simply popped into wakefulness.

As far as the process, I woke up about 5 hours into my sleep and used SSILD (I thought it was unsuccessful after doing it, as I was "too awake" and it took some time to get back to sleep). I'll definitely be doing this technique again! Although it was relatively short (20-30 seconds), it was one of my longest LDs yet! Very exciting stuff.

I also wrote some other non-lucid dreams in my phone, but I don't have time to transcribe them here right now. I'll try to be better about DJing, but I might have to add all entries for a week on a set day or something as it takes some time for me to write these out. That's it for now!