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I’ve been busy but still keep some of my memorable and mundane dreams in mind.Its too bad that most of it goes down the drain but it’s the moment that counts.

Morning of December 12, 2017. Tuesday.



In this dream, there is the transition to water reinduction (water as symbolizing sleep), though my conscious self identity is virtually nonexistent. Even being in the Loomis Street house’s backyard, there is not even the association with my relatives who lived there for years. While in the backyard near the alley (where I have not been in real life since February 1994), there are a number of unfamiliar characters. There is something about going somewhere, another country perhaps, and we start our journey.

The Loomis and Gillette Street area transform into some sort of distorted wharf, which I believe is meant to be with the ocean on the left (even though Wisconsin is nowhere near the ocean in reality). All of the people we meet are dark-skinned and may be Sri Lankan (which I seem to recall being said as such in my dream). They are all males in their twenties, supposedly refugees. It is illegal for us to be there or walk over the wharf to wherever it is we are going. That will apparently not stop us though and our group walks over the long wharf. Still, the other males are very friendly even though they seem slightly confused that we are not like them. I start talking to them in Spanish, “Cuando salga el sol me despertaré”. (“When the sun rises I will wake” - note that I am not viably aware I am dreaming.) I repeat “cuando” several times, as a question. They only shrug and smile.

There is an area where a doorway is too narrow to go through. I do something to where we continue from near the right of it, though it does not make any sense. It seems as if I somehow moved the doorway itself by “sliding” it with my hand.

From here, I am riding in a van, on the front passenger side, on the right (implying America). The driver of this van is riding a motorcycle a car length ahead of the van (which makes no sense at all, but this is how it is experienced).

The port authorities are now following us. Because we had gone through the restricted area that held refugees, we are to be captured and shot, no matter where we decide to go or live. The man on the motorcycle is shot once and splits into several pieces, rolling over the road, the van I am in continuing to apparently drive itself. I do not feel very emotional.

After traveling a long distance, miles away from the Loomis Street house’s backyard, I find myself back on Loomis Street, in the Loomis Street house’s kitchen (likely due to mild hunger in sleep). Of course, this makes no sense either.

I am presumably the last one of my group left. I now have a very vague emergent awareness of relatives having lived on Loomis Street years ago, though no current conscious self identity. An unknown male comes into the kitchen from the south room to shoot me. I decide that this is RAS mediation (even though I am not lucid) and that he is the preconscious factor and thus I shoot him first and then soon wake. I will not tolerate being victimized in my own dream, even when there is no viable thread of current conscious self identity.

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Bad dream recall on Dec 9, nothing I can remember (went out drinking).


On December 10, it started with a really hazy dream, probably mixed in with deep sleep.
Next I was with some mobsters from The Sopranos (they've been showing up in my dreams lately since I'm watching the show -- Chris Moltisanti, Big Pussy Bonpensiero, sometimes Paulie). It's nighttime or early morning, and we're on a bridge.
Cut to underground tunnel hangout. I understand the tunnels to be either under my house or between the bridge and my house (childhood home). They are sewer-like tunnels with ankle/waist deep water and track lighting. All of the sudden we're under siege -- tunnels are being infiltrated -- men are throwing grenades and shooting at us.
Some of our guys made it out, others didn't (there's only one exit). Paulie might have been shot/blown up, I don't clearly remember (I remember a grenade going into the hole of a cinder block and lighting up the tunnel).
Chris and Pussy are around a corner. I (as a disembodied spectator) warn them of the attack. Pussy is sitting, looking off at the ground and shaking (in DJ I wrote "having a hissy fit"). Chris is in a recliner and has earphones in. He takes them off and is visibly ashamed of being distracted, saying something like "I don't know what happens. I just miss these things, big things."

Cut to my childhood home from the front door. The driveway is elongated, and is torn up with caution tape and just dirt w/ dirt piles, like a construction site. Still dark outside. A girl from high school years ago is talking to a guy and is talking like a valley girl. She says "I wish I could listen to a CD song!" Next she's dressed like Catwoman and I'm jumping gracefully (backflipping) like a cat over by them and into the construction site where my dad's car is parked. I get in and turn it on local Christian and pop stations from my childhood.


Next dream -- I am in my hometown walking around warped but similar grassy landscape.
Cut to the inside of a building with some of my WL coworkers. I show them the "remove kebab" meme on a large plasma TV and they laugh and do that Indian head-shake thing, then say jokingly "remove Harish".
Outside again. It's daytime, overcast. The Indians are being genocided for some reason -- I remember being in the backseat of a car with some of them, ducking to avoid someone who's coming to kill us with a handgun.
Cut to warped grassy landscape again, there's crime tape everywhere. I jump over it and walk down a hill. There's a small mini-scene about real estate, maybe an open house? It's a white beach-looking house with no decorations, white walls, wood floors, and a huge sliding glass door opening to the back (the same grassy hill I jumped from).


Next I'm indoors at night (maybe raining outside) in an upscale high-rise apartment with Hermione Granger. There is a white Mac with white & clear plastic on the monitor and keyboard -- there's a red glow around the clear plastic. I'm talking to Hermione as we arrange shoebox-sized features of my gymnasium from high school. As I am trying to place the bleachers, I start questioning Hermione, comparing myself sexually to Harry Potter... I'm just not gonna psychoanalyze that.

Overall they were some interesting and quite vivid dreams, if a little weird.

I'll write the dream fragments i remember from last night.

- I was in a bus with friends from school. We were on a trip all over Europe and one of the mothers of a friend was driving the bus. Octavio had a broken leg, and decided to come down the bus just a few kilometers before entering the city. I thought he could have been smarter and get down when we were already in, since he has a broken leg and it was difficult for him to walk, but he came down because the bus stopped... We crossed the customs and the bus stopped a few meters ahead. I think we were supposed to stop there.. Anyways we sat around a wooden table in the open air and it was dusking.

- In another dream i was in a house with some people. We were in the nazi Germany in the 20th century. The town was low populated, although the extension of land of each house was quite large. I think we had to evacuate the homes... but for some reason we didnt. We weren't jews or politicians.. but perhaps our friends were (we were like 2 families in the house, and btw i was like 40 years old with a son) and i think i was supposed to be a militar. I didnt want to join the army or the milice, so we stayed at home and pretended it was abandoned. Some militars came nearby and after a short while they entered our house. They didnt start shooting, but i stood up and went outside to talk to whoever was in charge. He wasn't a high rank and i think i knew him because i told him that i was hiding because i had a son (and family). He understood and let us alone. But... i dont know why i lighted two fires outside...
When i came back in a few moments later i was seeing through the window that police cars were going around the town (although the extension of land of each house was large, there was a lane in which houses were against each other, so that made it look more like a town). I saw 5 at once, then 3 going around... I was nervous. I thought it was because of the fire i lit. I wanted to go out through the window and hide like snipers do in the open field, with camouflage. At this point i was no longer a 40 year old man, i returned to my actual age (22). I didnt go out because i was scared that i would uncover our house, or that i wouldnt be well camouflaged, or that i would be discovered anyways.
- I stayed there near the window. Then i see the front house across the street and two little girls were staring through their windows during the night. One of them looked like this (but she wasnt dead):

I thought "oh no... we are screwed" and i came out of the window as soon as possible.
I had to get out of that house, and so had to the rest. I don't know what they were planning to do, but i knew i wasn't responsible for them because they wouldnt hear me much. So if i wanted to do something i had to do it alone. I went to a girl's house i met through the internet and stayed there for the night.
The next day i went out very early [5:30 am which is the time im waking up currently and at the time it starts dawning]. I was on a bicycle. Outside i saw my grandmother and i saw my cousin Martin. I saluted. Then started going and said bye to both again. I was happy.
I was no longer in the town, i was now in my home city and the street was almost Alsina and Newbery (i think it was pedernera and newbery). I started riding and turned to the right at Alsina... and i was in a ... like a political place, it was like an embassy or something similar. In real life to the right and like 6 blocks away there's a train station, but it's no longer working and now it's a museum or something like that. I was there however it was different... Instead of having gates it had walls, tall walls painted blue and with murals. Some There were like 6 people on those murals and all of them were supporters of Austrian Economics (something im currently studying). Some of the guys were germans or austrians but others were Argentinean figures like: San Martín and Manuel Belgrano but also a musician that has nothing to do with economics called Rodrigo Bueno. I watched the murals and wanted to go out to the street through the door (which should be a gate-door) at the right. But it was locked, and it was Sunday so it wasn't going to open anytime soon. So i turned back and started riding through the "Andino". The walking path was very damaged, i was riding at high speed and there was people over the place. So i started shouting at a reasonable distance away from the people, while pressing the brakes which werent working properly. They stepped out of the way and i went through a wooden bridge at full speed and at not a very good angle. But i managed to turn left a bit and be able to cross it and not fall down. I continued at full speed and i still the path was very damaged. At one point i see it was impossible to go through that part without falling so i press the brakes and i suddenly stop. Another guy which wasnt paying attention walked through that part and fell 5 meters. So i was right i couldnt go through there.

Then i woke up.

+ pondering fruit (apples in particular), on trees, pear,pick it, need to wash it, outside CH, pull the water hose to me with TK, wash stuff, the big pile of money on the neighbor's fence gets wet and knocked down, I goto mom asking hey can you keep this who's is it?

+ in old CA home, S1's room, S1 small is there, room is rearranged, I take him on my lap and I ask him if he likes his new room and he says yes. There are pencil drawings on the floor near the wall. In hallway bathroom I look around a long time. It is filthy. Dirt and grime everywhere. I say I need to clean it. Head down on the floor, there are piles of dirt everywhere. I see two hamsters who have come to live there, then 4 hamsters, then a couple of hedgehogs. [visually vivid, present]

+ in bed with [deceased] wife, she was just away for the summer. How will I explain this to my g/f? This means I won't ever see g/f again, or it will be very rare, I certainly won't be able to stay overnight. Wife starts yelling at me about something and I get up and leave the room. I try to remember how I met g/f then finally remember [emotionally vivid, present]

+ in some back yard playing with model planes with g/f, she flies it expertly and I take a turn at the controls and it barely moves for me, I'm ecstatic when I get it to the elevation of a table top . The engine sounds like a gas lawnmower. [present](edited)
+ at a flea market, I'm at a table and a man instructs me to purchase the cover to Ronald Reagan's diary. In another moment of deja vu I think this is the 2nd time I'm seeing the cover but the first time was black and white and this time it's in color. I'm searching for his signature on the front of the cover, and finally find it. There are many other signatures on the cover, I think these are from his relatives and teachers, couselors, etc. I note it is indeed an empty hardback cover: there is no diary inside, and that it was taken out because it was much more valuable than the cover. I'm thinking the objects that I've purchased I intend to resell, but I'm not sure how much I can get for them.

+ [DO - disembodied observer] it is a deathmatch race, a huge red truck is coming down the hill and making a turn, and does something so that the surrounding cars all to flips and explode, but a small red race car makes it through the pack and slams into the big truck, I see metal fenders on both vehicles are getting crumpled, then a guy in an "iron man" suit jumps out of the big truck and directly challenges the little car, grabbing it by the front and s
+ at some competition. I'm raiding an enemy team, I forcibly take the (vinly record?) from them, but it turns out to have been a redirection and they have made a move for the record player. I get there in time before they can turn it on to play the record. I keep it in my hand and encounter the referee of the match and he tells me to (throw it down to the ground?) I then float over my team's table where we're assembling intricate electronic components.

+ sitting down at the table of a group dinner party. This is a room separate from the others, everyone at the table is a stranger except my g/f is sitting next to me (to my left). I have a moment of deja vu as I see the woman to her left sitting down and think "that's the time when she sat there," and I think that the people here at the table do want to sit close, so as to be able to join in the conversation . I say to the table about how we have our own private room. Then it comes time to go outside (in our swim suits?), and my g/f appears standing next to me in skimpy underwear, the guys's eyes at the table bug out looking at her. Someone comments "she's naked, she doesn't have a swim suit!" Outside peope are also sitting at tables and a young boy complains to me that he got put at the old folks' table, and he's going to be bored.
pretty good night, woke a lot

I took a nap on the couch, and because my cat decided to sleep on my chest I (obviously) didn't want to roll on my side. I'm more likely to have SP when I sleep on my back. Anyway, the following SP dreams were super weird. My sister was visiting and trying to talk to me while also talking on the phone but I couldn't hear her because my cat was also talking to me in a high, human voice. The cat was complaining about something and asking for permission to do something and though I couldn't work out what she actually wanted, I was unsettled that she was speaking to me and so loudly that I couldn't hear my sister. I managed to reach up, sluggishly due to the SP, and grab the cat's face in both my hands, squeezing it in a playful gesture of frustration.

Then, the rest is a mess of drifting where I never really managed to get all the way to sleep. Out of the corner of my eye I keep noticing a blond woman in a long white dress sitting on the edge of my coffee table. She is serene and motionless, ankles crossed, wavy blond hair tucked behind one ear, she's giving me a small small. Noticing her always startles me, and I can only see her from a few angles. Occasionally the room shifts and mirrors itself. In my new apartment I've draped a red blanket over the loft railing. In my mess of SP I kept seeing it on the opposite wall, over one of the wedge shaped window.

so this is a story on the light in the darkness as controlling the light to consume the darkness before false awakening in a dream imprisonment in suffering of lucidity when know dreaming could be a terrible experience i.e freddy kruger leprechauns or even Jason as dreaming and following the light you have to fixate a dream on the components of these two you have to know that there something that can take control of your dreams and render you helpless jus for the exempt if I fall asleep will I be tormented or will I wake in wonders as to control the light you have to use thus as a nullifier to the darkness as you start controlling the light you fade away in a abyss as my abyss starts taking control I use the light form technique to knew before I'm bout to dream if I see six light that implode the darkness this is where I'm transcending in the darkness to become sight of a 30,000 volt of brain power running my mind instead of living in still infamy now know about still infamy in light and darkness can make your dreams come true as of being motionless in white as a hyperbolic time chamber as the color of white stretches for eternity as if building a house hold or family

In which I visited SR, who lives in an astronaut training tower...

SR had just moved into an apartment skyscraper that poked up into the clouds like on The Jetsons. The tower was spherical and hollow in the middle, a giant tube with floors that spiral up and around rather than stack on top of one another. SR had a nice view of the stratosphere from the windows of the exterior wall, and on the other side, she could look down into the empty ring of the tower interior. The tower was built this way so would-be space dwellers could train to live in zero gravity. We all understood that apartment units wrapped around a hollow tube stretching up into the sky are not subject to gravity. Obviously.

SR was a part of the research team, committed to live in weightlessness among the astronauts and engineers who invent all the Really Important Stuff that humans will need for a comfortable life on Mars. She floated around the laboratories with a clip board and a stack of post-it notes, observing the experiments and asking questions. When she saw something she liked, SR wrote a few words on a brightly colored post-it, pulled the note from her clip board, and released it to float about the zero gravity like confetti. These were her patents.

I was there to visit SR, and it wasn’t easy. The living units were closed to the public, though anyone was allowed inside the tower’s center where the laws of gravity functioned normally. Most people were content to just gather at the bottom of the inner ring and look up; it was like standing at the bottom of a well. But we’d planned a face-to-face meeting so I grabbed my backpack, strapped on my crampons, and started to scale the wall. There were grips and footholds all along the way, and by the magic of dream time, I was soon standing on SR's window ledge, miles up the interior of the tower, without much exertion. I knocked on her window.

We talked through the glass with an attached telephone as if we were in a prison, only she levitated in zero gravity on one side while I perched on the increasingly small ledge on the other. Something wasn’t right. I told her that I thought the windowsill was shrinking. I looked down to the ground, miles beneath me, and had an attack of vertigo. When I looked back to her window, it was a small round ship’s porthole. Then the ledge beneath my feet completely disappeared, and I fell. I managed to catch the tip of my ice axe on the brass rim of her porthole window, and I dangled there by one arm.

Luckily for me, SR owned a pair of boots with rocket boosters built into the heels, post-note patented Really Important Stuff, no doubt. Even in my subconscious, she needed a room just for her shoes. She zoomed out of a nearby window, fire blazing from her feet and smoke trailing behind her, and she grabbed my arm and rescued me. We flew up, up, up out of the tunnel until we broke out of the atmosphere altogether and looked back down on the planet.

I said “That was as badass as when Leia and Han rescue Luke from Cloud City”. SR said “We’re like Superman and Lois flying above the earth.” The laws of physics are flexible in my dreamworld but pop culture is pretty stable, apparently.

I've had some lucids over the past 2 weeks but have made no time to write them down until now.

Basement

Became lucid in the basement of a house. Ran outside looking for my house (whenever I'm lucid IN MY HOUSE, for some reason I assume it's the wrong house) I call out to Asuka a few times. I try Time Dilation instead (Have no idea if my/Hukif's method works, it gives a bit longer lucids but not by much.) I put my hand on the ground and count the spaces between my fingers (this method of counting is what works for me instead of staring at one spot.) Each time the amount of fingers i have doubles making more spaces to count as unit of time. The extra fingers look fake. I count to 90 but the counting seems super sped up. Then I see I have hundreds of tiny black fingers that are so small it's impossible to count between them. By now the distortions are crushing me so I jump really high to escape them. I land on the sidewalk and the dream begins to black out. (No panic here this is very common trying this method, I usually enter another dream instantly lucid.

FA, Instantly lucid in the basement. I find a mirror where I look like a woman. I try to take my top off to see myself but keep getting more shirts underneath. I start looking like my normal self again. Decide o look for Raven so I call out to her again, Walking through doors trying to make hem a portal to her dream.

I come out the front of the house. There's 2 women outside that look like fake Ravens. I ask them if they are raven. They look kind of scared and don't even answer. I say, "I know a way to prove you are not raven." So I attack them knowing raven would fight back. A woman who may have been asuka runs up to me and asks me to stop attacking children. I keep saying this isn't my house and none of these people are raven. Asuka says it IS my house. I still don't know it's Asuka so I decide to attack her next by taking her hair and throwing her by the hair a few houses down. I run up to her but she teleports me back to the basement. I run out the door again when I wake up.


Why is my dream self so violent and psycho???

Random lucid

I was in a basement in a giant building. I was on some weird sciency tech team studying parallel universes. Me and some woman go to the parallel universe through a door. We exit the building and both agree that this exit is in a different location than the one we are use to.

Some time later I'm running through a part of the building that is under construction. I find i can jump high and do Parkour stuff. This makes me lucid. And it transfers to outside some how. I start flying in the air and see an angelic being or Jesus, something like that so I decide to attack him for some reason?. I go to grab him but exit the dream.

Bjork explains

I fly down to some cabin in the woods type house that is also kind of fancy. Asuka is standing by Bjork. I tell Bjork I'm lucid now. She said she remembered something from the blank spaces she has between dreams, she remembered talking to her boyfriend. (the periods when awake apparently in this state she remembers waking life as if they are fleeting dreams). She says no wonder I was hesitant to be so involved. I told her that i read an interview where she mentioned a boyfriend. She touches y face and smiles. Her face changes from older to younger and tells me to just let these dreams be what they are. I say yes I'm fine with that. The dream ends fast.




Tricky

Me and my brother were in some weird building inside of a mountain. We kept going into an elevator that led to a giant spinning room where a ghost or something killed you and then you were teleported into the hallway again.

After a few times my brother went on ahead somewhere else. I ran into a group of guys wanting to try the same room. They told me you had to pour salt water on the ghost and handed me a glass. We all went into the spinning room, and when the ghost appeared we all poured salt water on it. It turned into a solid-ish girl with brown hair, maybe a friendly looking older Samara... if that's even possible. She smiled at me and I smiled back. Then gave me an evil mean face. One of the guys said That he thinks she likes me and I should ask her out. I just shrug and wake up.

Beam

I'm walking with Roland from the dark tower. We are in a rundown city with old rusted cars everywhere. We run into a guy by a mechanic shop wearing greased overalls. Roland asks him if he seen the path of the beam? The man saiys his basement was built to follow it a ways. Roland asks if his basement goes all the way to the dark tower? The man says no. Roland follows the man inside. I wait outside and look up in the sky and wonder why we can't see the path of the beam in the sky anymore?