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Dream 1: Nice Russian Young Man

A young man from Russia was studying and or working in the U.S. And so was his girlfriend. It seemed to others that he may have wanted to stay here, but because she wanted to go back to Russia someday, he was planning to go back with her. Which was a shame because he was such a nice young man. Then there was some really unpleasant guy who continued contacting him. Turned out the nice young man was a spy, and the unpleasant guy was like his supervisor spy who had something to hold over him to ensure that he continued being a spy and to ensure he did go back to Russia.

Fragment: I found out that my father had an adoptive daughter unbeknownst to me, and she had a familiar sounding last name, not my dad's.

After some hours of sleep I awake for the second time. Birds are singing, there is heavy rain on the roof. Optimal for an SSILD session, I think. But during the first vision cycle images start to appear, so I switch to WILD and follow the imagery that densifies before my inner eye: an old room equipped with some furniture and a CRT TV. It only shows white noise first, then even on the TV images appear. I zoom in, trying to get myself sucked completely into the scene. My vision now shows a closeup of the TV and its programme. I can "switch channels" by turning pages like in a newspaper. A warehouse store catches my attention, it's a shopping location like Metro. I chose that to stay and finally manage to get into the dream with a full dream body which allows me to walk around. While I wander through rows of shelves with food and non-food products, I ponder what to do. Waking life mind is still strong, so I need to use that quickly. It's quite dark, so I will more light. It works! With more light, there seem to be also more DCs doing their business. I walk to to more quiet row and start my three step. I look at my empty left hand (which is properly sized, has only 5 fingers, even the lines are there and fingerprints), reach out with it and will an egg into existence. It appears, and it is sooooo small. Wtf will hatch from that egg, it's only the size of my little finger's pad?! I concentrate on that egg and in my mind I say "na dann schlüpf mal, kleines Ei!" (hatch!). It complies, with a funny sweet cracking sound a hummingbird makes its way out of the egg. Wings inflated, the creature is half the size of my palm and starts to hover in front of me soon after it got out of the shell of the egg. I laugh: How am I supposed to ride on that?! I manage after trying hard for some time to somehow resize it up to the size of a calf, it now reaches up to my hips. But getting onto that swirrling birdy proved to be difficult. Even more difficult is to control the animal sitting on it. It feels strange, I feel no connection. When riding a horse, I can feel it, communicate with weight, balance and intent - sitting on this bird is like it's not there, like sitting on densified, touchable air. The only impression I get is it being uncomfortable. With its size? Pondering how to proceed I lose the dream and awake.

Morning of 15/5/2017 - 7-8.10am
There are small insects on a table in the corner of the room. I approach it and see an even smaller insect with a shell. It looks sort of like a preying mantis. The insects retreat as I get close to them. The table looks suspiciously like a motorbike tank, black and rounded edges. A gecko like creature crawls up from the leg of the table and it starts drumming claws on the tank and hissing agressively.

This causes me to become lucid. I count to 10 and do a hand RC to confirm it, seeing my fingers growing and shrinking. Remembering my 3 step tasks I then phase through the wall into the street. Beyond is a village. I start flying down the streets. There is a building that looks like a tower. I manipulate it's appearance to turn into the famous London landmark Clock Tower - 'Big Ben'.

After this I recall one of the tasks of the month and see a woman walking down the street. I point and yell 'Abracadabra!' at her. She screams and starts running. It didn't seem to have any particular effect so I shout again. This time her clothes change colour from blue to black. She runs out of sight.

The other task of the month requires a dog, so I start searching for one. Finally spotting a small terrier tied up outside a shop I go over to it and untie it. 'Fetch!' I ask. It rolls over and plays dead.

Well there are a few RL dogs that might be more obedient. I summon AB's sister's dogs by yelling their names. They show up and I pet them before asking them to 'Fetch.' They run off.

In the meantime there is a fridge and I open it to see what there is to eat. Turns out there is a box with a block of butter and ice cream mix. It's tasty. Then, to entertain myself, I start singing a song to start some music and shortly after backing guitars and drums start, and vocals that are not mine.

I call the dogs back but they do not return. Have to search for them... but there is no sign of them. I remember another task about finding a new species and look around. I see a street with a weird ruin type building at the end. Out of the ruin comes an animal that looks like a pig crossed with a dog, maybe a boxer. I decide to name this new animal a Pixer or maybe a Boxig. It has a pig tail but the face is a mashup of both pig and dog.

Morning of 16/4/2017 6-7.30am
In a computer game, something like Assassin's Creed. A Templar is running towards a tower that I am standing on. He tries to climb a ladder to reach me and I try to do a killing strike down. Instead the game glitches and he is stuck in the wall of the tower. The tower is now surrounded by archers. Arrows fly through the air from all directions.

At this point I find a spellbook in my inventory which is called Fly. Sounds handy. I try to activate the spellbook and it swaps my assassin's outfit for multicoloured wizard robes.

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The dream skips to a pub. I am holding a cardboard box with a gap in the bottom covered in parcel tape. The barman refuses to lend me some tape to fix it. The whole box just falls apart into two pieces.

I walk away through the pub still holding the broken box and become lucid. The place is filled with people chatting, drinking, a whole range of people including a hot blonde woman in heels. So I went and 'interacted' with her.

Morning of April 16, 2017. Sunday.



This dream has various disconnected scenes featuring snakes. Its vividness grows then lessens several times. In this dream, our house seems rotated in orientation as well as with a few other changes. For example, the wooden cupboard in the bathroom directly faces the bathroom door rather than being perpendicular to it. (Despite the fact of having carefully documented and studied tens of thousands of dreams for over fifty years, the same setting, regarding its layout and overall appearance, has never occurred more than once in a dream other than in resets during the same sleeping period though even then there are differences.)

There are a number of snakes that appear over time. It starts by me noticing one in the “living room”. The living room is ambiguous as there is a vague awareness of being indoors and outdoors at the same time (a very common perception in my dreams since early childhood). The floor, for example, is somewhat like dirt, and one snake crawls up out of it. I am aware of how dangerous the snake is.

There is a scene where I catch a snake and its head is close to my face. At this time, I suddenly become incorporeal but the “other me” (who is now a different unfamiliar male) is bitten on the face by the snake. The snake then apologizes (in a human male voice) to the man. I see that it has somehow removed its fangs (perhaps spit them to the floor). It tells the man it is going to remove the venom by sucking it out. Each area where the snake’s teeth were is somewhat like a sucker on an octopus tentacle and this will apparently aid in the sucking out of the poison. The man’s life is saved by the snake that bit him.

After catching a number of large deadly snakes, I put each one, apparently dead, into a small box (which is somewhat like a white gift box of the type that would hold a wristwatch). By this point, the snakes (only the ones in the box) are only the size of small earthworms. It seems I am sending them to a herpetologist for a special study, perhaps for payment. Each snake is different. I catch a white one with purple polka dots. There are layers of tissue in the small white box that separate the snakes. I look to see if any of them are still alive but I do not see movement.

I have a false memory as Zsuzsanna speaks. She “reminds” me of the time when a dangerous eastern brown snake (said to be the world’s second-most venomous land snake) was in our bed. I recall the event clearly (even though it never actually happened, either in my dream or real life).

I go into the bathroom and close the door. A large snake is behind me just outside the bathroom door. I feel that I have no choice but to crawl up onto the top of the wooden cupboard (which as described above in the first paragraph is in the wrong location). I see its head come out from under the door. I start throwing toothbrushes, razors, tubes of toothpaste, combs, bottles of shampoo, and anything I can get my hands on. Each time I throw a bunch of items, the snake backs away, sometimes going back behind the bottom of the door, but I soon see it appear again each time. I throw items at it at least ten times or more and it gets very annoying to see the snake coming back under the door each time. Finally, I decide to climb down and make a run for it. As I am leaving the bathroom, Zsuzsanna calls a different snake a “coral snake”. Apparently, it had also been in the bathroom (perhaps in the bottom part of the cupboard). It is banded red and black and another (unknown male) runs from it (though I do not question where the other male comes from).

I then start picking up all the razors, toothbrushes, and other items that I had thrown so that I can put them back on the top of the cupboard. There are some other scenes with crawling snakes and another scene where I climb up onto the top of a tall bookcase, but my dream fades. The bookcase seems to be in the living room of the Loomis Street house, facing directly out from the doorway of the northeast bedroom and blocking it. As usual, I do not regard the fact that the bathroom is from our present home in Australia (though altered) yet certain other rooms are from the Loomis Street house in America. I have decided this may be a form of sustained doorway waking symbolism. The snake is seen as crawling under the bathroom door (thus there may be a subliminal awareness of needing to wake and use the bathroom), but in the last scene a bookcase is blocking a bedroom door. (Books are associated with an increase in neural energy and emergence of more viable thinking skills.)

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All my life, (regarding non-lucid dreams) I have contemplated why settings are always different and rarely based on any correct memory of a real location. Although the “subconscious” can never get anything right, even the most basic detail, my theory is that the setting is rendered from the concurrent dynamics of the dream based on economics and convenience. For example, if the incorrect layout of the bathroom had been correct, I would not have had the open view of the snake coming under the door and I would not have as easily been able to target it by throwing items directly at it. I would have had to fling them at an unusual angle down close to my left (while having to lean more over the edge). There have been many dreams where the incorrect nature of the setting seemed directly based on the flow of my dream’s situational dynamics. It makes perfect sense, as that is how waking thought works. (For example, when you have a particular new thought, the exact same sentences do not manifest each and every time forever afterward, or there would never be a new thought, thus dream settings are skewed by thought continuity, not based on static memories of real places.)

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23-5
Fragments
-Small red spaceship orbits some planet. I watch it as a DO. Nothing happens, no sound or signs of life.

-Sex fantasy. I'll leave the details out.

Dream 1 - Zooming and Shooting
I'm in a game of Overwatch. I first play as Ana and switch to Tracer when an enemy Tracer kills me. I zoom around the map really fast and kill the other Tracer several times. We win the match. The dream shifts to another kind of shooter. The setting is now a dark WW2 battlefield. I have a sniper rifle and spot some enemies. I drop to the ground and take aim. Aiming is difficult. I miss three times. I start to suspect something at this point. I keep observing the target. He appears to be a doctor. In which case I shouldn't be shooting him. That's a war crime I forget that it's a war game and the doctor starts selling some meds to me.

WBTB, 5:45 - 7

Dream 2 - Showers
I suddenly find myself in a public sauna. I'm a little confused. I get out and see a large room with showers. Naked men and women walk by. There's only men in the showers and all of them are gay couples giving each other a BJ. Yeah, this place is definitely not for me. I don't want someone surprising me from behind, so I quietly navigate my way out of there.

I find some sort of changing room and meet two waking life friends. One of them asks my help with something, but I said I was looking private shower before I was leaving. My friend had a sleeping bag in the dressing room. He was apparently spending the night here.

Fragment
-Weird microwave oven. The bottom of it split in two and since the oven was raised up with some bricks, the bottom had split accidentally while my mom was heating something and the food was all over the table.

Dream 3 - Simpsons and stealing
In my apartment. There's a tv on my nightstand. I watch Simpsons. The scene suddenly changes. I'm stealing some candy from the backroom of some store. A large lady sees me and stops me. I go back in time. This time I buy the item and go get it from the backroom myself. I wait around for the fat lady to notice so I can have the satisfaction of her wrongly accusing me of stealing and then correcting her. By the end of the dream I'm unsure what I got. It was either candy or meds.

Another WBTB. 7:20 - 8:27

Dream 4 - Car ride Really inspired title, lol.

I'm in a car with two friends, mom and my brother. Brother is driving. We are in my hometown. I start telling them about the weird dreams I had this night. As I list things that happened, my brother starts talking over me and listing things that happened in my dreams. He actually lists what happened. It felt like my dreams are predictable and my brother was making fun of me. I was mad and just sat silently until I woke up.

#507 - WILD - 2:40AM

I've been having a hard time falling asleep at night so lately I have been trying to WILD at the first of the night, though it's generally a long shot, I figure the worst that can happen is that I actually fall asleep. Last night I was successful, but I think there must have been a period that I lost consciousness for a few minutes.

I realize I am having very early stages of the vibes so I spend some time focusing on it and intensifying it just to make sure. I force myself out of body and there is quite a bit of resistance with strange sucking sounds and a feeling of being drawn back into my body. I push against it and the dream world quickly materializes. I find myself in a very strange version of my bedroom. It's daytime and there is a box fan in a window that doesn't exists in walking life. I naturally want to get outside so I force my body to shrink and contort through a hole in the grill of the fan guard. Then sensation is a bit odd, but I slip right through with little effort.

I try to recall my goal but for some reason I think it has to do with the movie Coneheads. I hear music to Tainted Love and start singing the bits I remember. There are some wilds animals in my field that look like goats at first but transform into white panthers. For some reason I think the goal was to kill one with my bare hands so I quickly pounce on one before it can get up out of the tall grass on the hill. My hand clenches on the panthers throat and I intend to rip open the animal. Suddenly, the panther lets out a horrible whinning wail like a hurt, sad dog. I quickly realize this is not what I wanted at all and back away.

I walk back toward the house and see some outbuilding close by. My older daughter is milling around in there next to an open fridge. I talk to her some and tell her how I'm actually dreaming. Part of me thinks I am in some ethereal form talking to the waking world from the dream state. I turn and see a woman that I think is my wife though she doesn't look like her and her face keeps shifting. I also tell her I am dreaming and she pretends to be excited for me though I can tell she is faking it. I try to think of something to do and complain about not recalling my goal. I ask her what I should do and she says, "Bowling".

I go with that and blind summon a bowling ball. There is a cage in the middle of the floor with chickens and think to bowl into it but then I see my three kids standing in a line so I go for them. The bowling ball knocks to of them over and they ridged like bowling pins. I stare at the odd sight for a moment then wake up.

Before bed went to MM and read some of Naiya's Lucid entries.

Scott hates me.

Was semi lucid in Naiya's room. She was standing by a window talking with Scott. As soon as Scott noticed me he somehow forced me from the dream.

I fell into a weird crack in the ground outside. I had never been teleported so violently anywhere. I was literally squished. If I had dream flesh and bones they were surely squished like a pancake. I made myself into some air bubble and elongated myself out of the crack. As I did i heard some guy commenting on it with astonishment. I was by some other DC or dreamer with blond hair. He asked how I did that. I said I dunno but it's a dream so that's how I did it. He didn't believe me for a second and then the dream faded.


Everything goes wrong at work

Add on: I now remember being driven to work by someone. Can't remember who.

I was in a weird underground complex that was apparently a McDonald's. Saw Manager R there and she asked me to help assemble orders. I remember seeing rows of all the Sandwich boxes stacked upright. People kept ordering McChicken and after a while and soon the stack that was at the height of the ceiling is now gone. R leaves and says she's going to get more boxes. I am by myself and people order nothing but McChicken, so I use other boxes and put stickers on them.

After a long period of time I realize R hasn't come back. I leave the room to look for the stockroom. I wind up In a dark basement. I come to an open room and see dark versions of various co workers there. K-A The Jamaican girl is crawling on all fours and it reminds me of the creepy girl from the grudge. There's a long leather strap coming from her? It whips at me and then I realize it's a weird long tongue she has. I look up and the other people have glowing cat like eyes. One looks like Manager P from another store. I turn to run back the way I came but the exit is now a solid wall. I look around and the rooms are in different places. I realize the place re arranges itself. I try to get away from the creepy group.

FA, before I can RC my brother distracts me. I start telling him about the crazy dream I just had. He doesn't believe me.