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Two months ago:

In a room, wooden. Seemed like it was up high, on a mountain side. Something about the light. Golden sunlight beams passing through windows in the far wall opening.
A man, a man I read many books of and visited his grave stands and looks to his left, my right.

Adjacent to him is what must be at large table yet it is full of overflowing plants. Thick, bushy with sage green leaves over the sides.
The plants are covered in small white flowers. Slightly yellow, yet very soft colours.

He just stands, points and smiles and looks again at the flowers.

We walk a while by them, looking.

Nothing is said.

Two days ago:

After eating organic forest honey and drinking apple juice, sparse diet all day, rice, raisins, honey. Deeper meditation than normal. Very potent Attention maintained, almost painful, into sleep as was intention. Corpse posture and apple juice before going to sleep and some water. Solitude for six hours before retiring. Candles and quiet.

Undefined dream. Massive realisation. I awoke not remembering what I had just seen although I knew, somewhere, somehow what I had experienced. Very,very unusual.. Highly energised coming out of sleep. More so than normal. Main reason for seeking lucid dreaming experiences or developing this talent.

I am standing above a courtyard in a small village with white washed stone walls. Central, in the courtyard stands a very large oak tree.
On the ground below a huge, jet black gorilla is roaming about, agitated. Around 2.5 metres tall, stocky, square shaped.

I feel there should be fear yet I shrug it off as it is unnecessary. Consider levitating down into the branches of the tree yet think it will be both showing off and revealing too much, so I jump.

My feet land in the tree extremely solidly without any imbalance onto a thick branch in the middle. I look around and walk off, floating to the floor softly, with a quiet chuckle.

I know the gorilla is about yet am unconcerned and walk to the houses surrounding the courtyard. The people I find are all, heads down and busy, yet looking very troubled and disturbed. One is an old friend,
hunched over, possibly washing or mending something. She just shakes her head and I don't want to push anything. I feel a wave of sadness, briefly.
I leave them alone. Although wish to notify them of the gorilla yet there is no point doing so.

Walking down a narrow corridor with paint falling off of the walls in patches. Pink and grey. Litter and bits of wood are on the floor. I feel slightly claustrophobic and again throw the feeling off.

Passing into sunlight, I finally stand on a balcony where I started, sit and watch the tree.

I'm in the world of Game of Thrones. I'm a young girl with very long blonde hair. I follow Ned Stark. We are on an island and some weird cult is giving us a tour. There's a place of worship, some sort of crypt. We are not allowed to go underground into the crypt, since their goddess is buried there. We pray outside, or the cult people do. The group moves on, but I stay behind with Ned. Ned takes his sword and hits a small effigy. It violently bursts into flames when Ned's greatsword, Ice, strikes it. This confirms Ned's fears. His sword burns the unholy and corrupt. Ned gently touches the banners of the cult that are on the side of the path. They burn away too.

We join the other group at a large building. We are led into a building. I'm starting to panic a bit. We have to get out of there somehow, and fast. The building is full of guards and we are ordered to strip and go into cages. I can barely fit into the cage. I feel extremely uncomfortable and I know I'm walking to my death, but there doesn't seem to be any way out at the moment.

Scene changes. I'm in a city that reminds me of Aladdin. The cult's guards ambush me and my friends. They are massive dark blue constructs. Their entire bodies are metal, puppets of some necromancer maybe? They spin incredibly fast and hit us with their bodies. I barely avoid their attacks. My friends have no way to fight. A sword breaks against their armor. I want to fight and alter the dream to make it possible. Armor appears around me. I make it durable, but elastic so it can absorb hits from these guards. Small spikes appear on the armor. I think about the power fist in Fallout games and give my armor similar gas powered punches. Time to fight. I throw a punch and the armor works. It protects me, but the spinning construct doesn't seem hurt. More guards show up. These are just normal men, but they have lightning spears. I don't have time to adapt and they take me down.

Morning of March 19, 2017. Sunday.

Dream #: 18,353-03. Reading Time: 1 min 38 sec.



Ben Walton (as from the fifth or sixth season of “The Waltons”) finds a litter of bulldog puppies in a large basket near the end of an alley. There is a male that has unusual markings. I am not sure if someone else is still looking after them (though Ben may have bought the puppy).

Before getting the puppy, Ben performed calculations and concluded that once an adult, it would produce offspring, possibly with the same markings, with a pedigree, even though it would technically be a mongrel. It will supposedly make him rich.

Later, there is a scene where Erin and Ben Walton are playing a game at a small table. They appear to be gambling with boxes of drinking straws. Ben has about six straws (which seems to mean he is losing), and Erin has two.

Erin finds some notebook paper with Ben’s writing and somehow understands that he was using a calculation to gain an unfair advantage (even though he was losing in this case) regarding the supposedly special puppy. She starts complaining about his selfishness and supposed cheating.

He reminds her of the supposed proverb “Visit yourself before you visit someone else.“ It supposedly means that you should look at your faults or limitations before finding fault with others. It turns out that his calculations were incorrect and the puppy will not make him rich after all.

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My dream changes into an unrelated scene. Nancy (with Ronald) Reagan (July 6, 1921-March 6, 2016) is on an airplane flight to California, traveling from somewhere west, going over the Pacific Ocean. She is going to have and raise two of our babies (possibly male and female). I do not consider how outrageous that is. I believe that Zsuzsanna and I will be able to meet them one day (when they will only then learn that we are their real parents).

I watch a monitor near the top of a wall in an unfamiliar building. It has four digits in an LED display that require reading from right to left. The original value is “0 0 3 1” at one point (to be read as “1 3 0 0”). I wait in anticipation because it is supposed to read as “1 1 0 0”, which it soon does. It means that she had one baby, and then two hours later, the other one. (There is skewed logic whereby “two hours” is subtracted from the three to read as one baby.)

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