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I become lucid, but decide to go along with the plot. We are running from an enemy who we have threatened with an atom bomb, but I am having difficulties summoning one. Soon they will realise our lie, and take us hostage. I try, but I CAN'T! The enemy knocks on the door... I take emergency action holding a female DC, and teleport to a beach...

i was in my cousin steven's room with 3 other relatives at a square fold-up table. we were packing stuff? i realized i was lucid and said something like "hey look what i can do" with the intention of doing some cool floating. instead i kind of went lop-sided and clumsily upward haha!

non-lucid: i did my reality check (nose pinch) and it worked, but i didn't really understand what it meant. so i tried again, worked again. i didn't believe it.

semi-lucid: this went on for a few more tries until i understood i was lucid. i think it was sitting in my car in a left turn lane. i looked at my hands and they looked so real. i felt cars zooming past me on both sides and didn't want to manipulate too much because i was worried i would lose the dream. then i thought, "okay if this is really a dream, just float a little bit to prove it." i couldn't do it.

i've been able to in previous dreams. this dream faded very quickly. i need to start trying spinning methods or something else besides the hand method because i lose lucidity quickly often and i always have weak lucid dreams.

lucid: in what felt like a costco-ish parking lot, very bright outside. as me and my partner walked toward the building, away from our car, i looked up at what i knew to be a street sweeping sign (though this wasn't a residential area so it doesn't make sense after being awake) and it read:

Tues-Thurs
Tues

made no sense but it looked right!

this was a few months ago but i forgot to post about it:

non-lucid: traversing through snowy, wooded area. houses were modern, cubical, and small but made of sticks and twigs only.

lucid: i realized i was dreaming and wanted to stop heading deeper into the woods because i was scared. i conjured a grappling hook to swing out of there. i remember the sensation of coming back down from a swing, i felt it in my stomach. as i left the area i exited into a.. suburban neighborhood park's parking lot (<best way to describe it). i read the sign to see if it made sense. it did. it said the name of the park.
it cut to me being in my "family's house" (doesn't exist in real life). it was a 3 story, compact townhouse with a modern feel (what's up with the modern homes? i don't like modern houses in waking life!). i was in an upper story and wanted to leave the house so i went down a flight of stairs into the kitchen where my second oldest sister. she asked me a question and i answered in passing. on my way out of the front door, there was a family collage of photographs. i concentrated on the faces to see if they were recognizable. at first, they were familiar but defintely off. the longer i looked, the more correct they got my family's features. strange! outside, i walked up a curving sidewalk. i wanted to live out my complicated gender fantasies so i tried to will myself to just turn into a good looking dude. my first efforts didn't work, so i tried a new strategy of concentrating on my physical dream body and trying to just feel myself changing. didn't work. so i thought maybe if i envisioned who i wanted to be, that would work. i picture anything, so i thought to look up a good looking celeb for inspiration. i took out my phone and typed in "gilliam cyrus" who, in my dream i knew to be miley cyrus's younger brother.. as i looked at my phone, a one direction fan-type person started following me

after waking:
i looked up gilliam cyrus.. he doesn't exist!
and creepy and weird- i don't want teenaged girls to follow me but i suppose my subconscious knows the association of good-looking dude and the subsequent attention that comes with it.

I'm walking with some other DC. I see a temple and decide to go there because I somehow know that something bad happened in that place. The DC follow me. When we arrive I find out that one of the DC has lived her at some time. He poisoned all of his friend in that temple. I find his old room and that of his parents. I try to open the door of his parents room but something is blocking it. I try again and see some human silhouette. Than I become lucid. I walk outside and lay down at a hay field. It,s worm and sun is shining. I can smell the flowers and herbs. I pick a flower, looks like yarrow.
Suddenly I here voices. There is a family having a picnic. I join them and lose lucidity.

COMMENTARY NON-LUCID DREAM LUCID DREAM

Asleep: 12:15
WBTB: 4:00, 7:15
Awake: 9:20
Tech: Autosuggestion, WBTB + MILD
NLDs: 1 + 1 fragment
Lucids: 0

1. I'm with two other guys outside on a wide street. There is a small animal, maybe a mouse or rat but I can't remember for sure. It has been trained by some organization (possibly the government?) to dodge objects/weapons that are thrown at it. We take turns throwing rocks or other things at it and it recognizes and responds by moving out the way. We are all impressed.

2. Fragment - A few guys and I are flying drones. One of them "goes rogue" and doesn't respond to the remote controller anymore!

Notes - I had a few beers before bed and slept extremely deeply. I woke up around 4:00 to use the restroom and fell right back to sleep. I woke up at 7:15 to my alarm but moved so I did MILD. Tomorrow will be a better night!

This lucid dream came about after reciting the mantra, "When I am dreaming, I am aware I that I am dreaming" and visualizing the image on my vision board, which is a picture of two hands during a reality check. I practiced this technique for several days. The resulting dream came about from these efforts:

As I fall asleep, I notice brief HH before sinking down into unconscious sleep. As dream imagery emerges, I notice I am driving my truck. I am travelling down a street near a home I used to live in in the late 70's near Lindenhurst, New York. I notice familiar homes and street signs. I make a turn and my point of perception is at tire-level on the driver's side of the truck. I see the road whizzing by as the wheel hugs the curve and the truck turns down a street. My perception changes and now I am sitting in the driver's seat, looking out the windshield. I pull up behind a large moving van parked in front of a house. I notice my breaks are bad; I really have to press hard to make them work. I begin to realize that this shouldn't be so. IRL my truck's brakes work fine. A beam of awareness enters me and I think, "Could this be a dream?" At once I look at my hands. They do not look like the normal pair of hands on my vision board. They are fat, distorted, grotesquely misshapen. I am dreaming! I begin thinking of all my goals and planned adventures. But almost as soon as my lucidity is registered, I feel myself losing control of the environment. My truck begins to roll backwards. I step on the brakes but it does absolutely nothing. Before I can even begin to stabilize, the scene begins to fade and I return to full wakefulness in my bed. Dreamt 1/25/2017

I always have white walls and furniture in my dreams except when its my parents house (and my parents house is the only rl house I ever dream of)
So I haven't really figured the meaning or should I say message yet else I would stop having that in my dreams I think?

Anyway I was in a house with white walls/furniture and my daughter had some friends there and they were planning on partying. It was breakfast time and I was feeling ok but I wanted out of there so I created another level to the house. I made white stairs leading down a few floors and found another flat their occupied by someone else. Disgruntled that someone else was there I go bored and flew off.

Morning of February 25, 2017. Saturday.



I become more aware while in the middle of a conversation, mostly with people we do not know. Zsuzsanna is with me to my left. We are sitting at a large table. We seem to be in a new unique distortion of the Loomis Street house. If so, we are facing westerly, toward the kitchen. I become slightly puzzled about who these people are. They are mostly a mix of Maori and Caucasian. Without displaying any anger, I tell them it is time to leave. This has something to do with realizing that pages from my dream journals (even from my large notebooks from childhood that served as extensive dream journals) are strewn in loose piles everywhere on tables and desks. I consider that someone reading just one or a few pages of my journals will likely misunderstand everything. Still, I do not see them as thoughtless imposers or intruders.

As most of them get up to leave, I notice a former coworker from Eco 3 (from 1980), Richard B, sitting on a couch, facing south. (The couch is more toward the kitchen and aligned to the north wall where there was never one in reality.) I tell him that he can stay and the others hear me say this. I then see a different version of him sitting farther west but on the back of the couch rather than the seat. This puzzles me somewhat, yet I also recognize him as at least having the first name of Richard though soon perceive him as a different person. The first Richard has no facial hair. The second Richard does.

After we go out onto the porch, there seems to be a large pile of miscellaneous items between the living room entrance and the porch when I look back. (This is not logical as it would have made it impossible to go onto the porch.) I notice several cats climbing up over the items but they do not come onto the porch. The five or six visitors are leaving through a door that is near the northeast corner of the porch, east side (front of the porch), though the real door was near the center of the east side of the porch. (This is a new distortion despite dreams of the Loomis Street house still being common.)

After they are outside, I hear another male’s voice off to my right. Looking on that side of the porch, I notice a thin male of perhaps in his late forties who suddenly starts talking. He is only about the size of a twelve-year-old. He has a large beard and is lying on the wooden porch floor on his back, his head pointed south, apparently having been asleep, under what appear to be two upside-down large metal baskets that are arranged end to end. This is a very unusual and unlikely scene. Looking more closely, I see that he is holding a thin stick with a sharp point, which he grasps lengthways over his chest (parallel to his body). I perceive him as likely being a homeless drunk and I want to get him off the porch but I am wary of the sharp stick. I start to talk to him in a calm voice, telling him it is time to go.

As I watch him, and speak to him, he vanishes before my eyes (yet I do not consider this unusual as I reason that I may not have perceived the scene correctly at first).

“I am not even there, mate,” says a very loud clear Australian male voice. I start to consider that there is some sort of small amplified speaker near the front of the porch (which I visualize as being in the shape of a wind-up alarm clock - an obvious dream state indicator and additionally waking prompt autosymbolism). I ask him where he is and what he wants and he says, “I’m looking for a preview”. (A number of other comments prior to this are exchanged, but I do not fully recall them.) I wake up with a headache (seemingly caused by his loud voice) but which is mild after I get up and walk around.

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Understanding this dream’s dynamics and meaning: Since early childhood, a front porch has been one of the most common final settings in the last dream of a sleep cycle. This is because a porch represents liminal space both in dreams and in real life, which is also evidence of liminal dream state awareness and liminal dream control by way of the virtuous circle effect in having a genuine understanding of dreams, so much so, it serves as a carryover in some dream types. A porch is the liminal space between one’s home and the world outside (analogous to the state of unconsciousness between dreaming and waking). Because of this knowledge, I have deliberately often utilized porches in my dreams to vivify and sustain my dream by going “outside” from the porch. This is also why RAS personification is more likely to be dominant when such autosymbolism is liminally utilized, as it is the function of RAS (reticular activating system) to mediate and modulate the dream based on ultradian rhythms and other factors (such as the need to wake to attend to biological needs). If one genuinely looks at my dreaming history, they would see thousands of examples of this in the fifty years I have studied dreams and validated their meanings.

The upside-down metal baskets were a liminal attempt to “cage” the preconscious to sustain the dream state, in this case, a distorted association with the word “hold” (as meanings of words in dreams are often incorrect along with most other dream content), as both a basket and a cage can “hold” something. The preconscious was “sleeping” at this time but soon became active as the other dream characters were leaving (sustained doorway waking autosymbolism; very common). He did not use his weapon or become dominant because I soon focused on my emergent consciousness stage (resulting in his dissolving and the loud voice beyond the porch).

“I’m looking for a preview” is a curious phrase. While the preconscious often spouts gibberish, this is similar to another phrase spoken by the preconscious years ago; “It’s time for a new movie”. I have held different theories on this. “I’m looking for a preview” may relate to the preconscious seeking coalescence with the emergent consciousness (immediately prior to establishing conscious self identity as the “movie” itself).

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Morning of February 25, 2017. Saturday.



Much of my dream’s foundation involves walking around with Zsuzsanna at night in an unknown city, though of which is possibly implied to be Brisbane.

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Eventually, I find myself going into an unknown large office which has a number of cubicles. It seems to be on the second floor. Several unfamiliar people are present. There is a computer workstation on most desks. I feel as if I should do something (though there is no backstory regarding this situation) and I decide to make it rain indoors simply by willing it. (This is liminal dream control, that is, control of the dream state without lucidity, the cause of which is based on the virtuous circle effect developed out of understanding dream state autosymbolism, which began in very early childhood.) I vividly create clouds that come in and hover near the ceiling, raining down on the office. It vivifies my dream and makes me feel more aware as well as very cheerful. It also augments my sense of touch and the very pleasant tangibility of the water itself. (This is based on the knowledge of water reinduction, as the essence of water is autosymbolism for sleep and the absence of waking life emotion.)

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At the time of this writing, I am nowhere near having substantial content from my lifelong dream journal online. There are only 462 entries on my main sites that describe dreams based on water induction autosymbolism. Water reinduction is an additional factor that developed out of liminal dream control and of which reflects the liminal desire to remain sleeping. In this case, it is based on the liminal awareness of being in a thread of emergent consciousness correlation, that is, the presence of computer workstations, which represent RAS mediation for thinking skills activation (due to the subconscious self not possessing thinking skills, so this is used by RAS as a precursor to activate consciousness). My choice to make it rain, in addition to being liminal dream control, reflects my desire to remain asleep in bed (which is a carryover association developed out of remaining in bed for a time when it is raining in real life).

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The vivid scene of walking in a city at night, often with awareness of someone being with me to my left (dream awareness orientation, as I sleep on my left side, though Zsuzsanna also sleeps to my left), has occurred during virtually every normal sleep cycle for over fifty years. Although this is usually based on vestibular system correlation as a precursor to a waking start as a hypnopompic kick, it occurs more vividly when I had done more walking that day in real life. (This proves that dream state dynamics are often based on residual physicality and biology. This is important to recognize and understand in a world where most of humanity has zero understanding of dreams. It is a significant advantage to have this clarity of mind.) In this case however, it serves as a form of dream state induction that is not interrupted as such.

Despite this dream being based on liminal dream control, the “raining indoors” thread was a major factor in our lives on November 2017, when it rained heavily indoors after a completely unexpected storm tore our roof off.

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Last reviewed on Friday, 18 May 2018.

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Morning of February 25, 2017. Saturday.



Although there was more to this dream, there are only three significant (and more discernible or less surreal) stages.

In the first main scene, John Locke and Jack Shephard of the “Lost” television series are in the jungle. They are being pursued (over time) by a large creature they originally were trying to discover more about. I am not sure if I am meant to be “in” the episode though I am not directly part of this particular scene.

John and Jack quickly make their way to an unusual building that seems cylindrical. (I watch the scene while facing the building from at least ten feet away.) The entrance is a set of double doors that are each semicircular on each hinged side. The creature’s head and long neck comes in snakelike through the doors before they are fully closed. The monster manages to swallow John Locke whole as Jack looks on from a short distance.

I am then at a meeting. The writers of the episode are present. It seems that the episode is still being filmed (which I assume as I am then in the supposed episode after this scene).

I am then sitting in the back seat of a car with Kate Austen in a parking lot late at night. She is on my right. However, I am confused by the nature of this scene as I first assume that we had been swallowed by the creature that swallowed John Locke and that I am supposed to be seeing the inside of the creature (perhaps its throat) instead of what I see to be the inside of a car. I especially focus very vividly on the small triangular window over Kate’s shoulder and I even ask her if we are supposed to have been swallowed and are now in the monster in this scene (though no director yells “cut” though maybe this is a practice scene). I am trying to work out if this (the small triangular car window) is meant to be one of the monster’s gills or if we are really in a car. If so, the “effects” leave much to be desired.

Over time, “Kate” is more like a younger version of Zsuzsanna. I am still confused as, even though Kate and I were supposed to have been swallowed in this “Lost” episode scene, it seems more like I am just sitting in a car in the large parking lot of a mall with no film crew around.

• Kate becoming (or already subliminally implied to be) Zsuzsanna is an example of the otherwise less active preconscious (in the second-to-last dream of a sleep cycle) “correcting” itself.
• A parking lot is autosymbolism for a specific level of awareness in liminal space and the subliminal realization of the body being inactive while asleep.
• The snakelike creature swallowing John Locke is a typical coalescence factor and although it causes my dream to shift into a different scene and somewhat clearer level of awareness, it is not an immediate waking precursor. However, as the scene after this involves a meeting with the show’s writers, it still potentially implies a very partial awakening, validated by the last scene being utter confusion in liminal space (the nighttime parking lot scene which builds on emergent memory of being in bed with Zsuzsanna).

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I become lucid! I am in a park, except it is cold and wintry. I remember the TOTM, and suddenly the grass is green, and oaks are littered everywhere beautifully... I explore peacefully.