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2017, 05-16

Eye of the Tiger

I am in my bedroom at home. I am sitting on the bed, and I get up to walk out to the other room. My mom is out there petting a cat… a BIG cat. She isn’t petting a house cat, she is petting a full grown tiger! I am about to ask her what is going on when there is a commotion outside. My mom looks out the window and then tells me I need to hide the cats before they are taken away from us. Hide the cats? She says they never check bedrooms or bathrooms, so I should hide them there. But don’t crowd them too much or they’ll fight! Still confused, I lead the tiger my mom has been petting into my bathroom. It’s small, but the tiger sees the bath tub as a box and lies down in it like house cats will do in a sink. I shut the bathroom door and see another tiger coming from my mom’s room. I lead that tiger to my bedroom and shut the door. The tiger is on my bed… so much for my waterbed mattress. I leave the bedroom and find another tiger. I think to put the cat in my game room but my house cats are in there. The front door is opening so I can’t take time, I duck with the tiger into the bathroom. The other tiger is sleeping in the bath tub, and the one I just brought wants attention. It is rubbing its head on me and purring so loud that it wakes me up… it was Princess purring in my ear!

This dream is from a little while ago. People tend to enjoy my really absurd dreams so...

We are coordinating a D-Day style invasion to overthrow the pumpkin king's kingdom. He is fortified on a small island about 10 miles long by 100 miles wide somewhere in the Mediterranean sea. The plan is to sweep across the island from the far end of the capital city and overwhelm the enemy with brute force. I do believe I pointed out the questionable military strategy in saying that it would be better to land nearer the capital and go straight for what was obviously the heart of their command and where their leader was.

Regardless I am overruled and we begin the landing on the beach. The main landing force consists of me, the Scotsman from Samurai Jack and several ships full of overly-muscular vikings. The beach is defended by battalions of Battle Droids from Star Wars and them being used had something to do with them camouflaging with the tan color of the sandy beach. I for whatever reason have gone into battle unarmed and pick up one of their guns.

It seems as though our landing is proceeding well when the sun is eclipsed by a giant Jack-O-Lantern and it begins raining down pumpkins. The pumpkins land on the heads of the vikings and mind-control them turning them into slaves of the pumpkin king. This causes infighting amongst our forces but me and the Scotsman press on. We climb a cliff at and get into an area with some forest and farmland. I see a compound with a pagoda that has blue roofs and I falsely remember that there are blue ninjas stationed in there. Manei appears and I tell her about how I once trained with them but I left because I didn't agree with their moral code. She suggests that we charge in anyway and the Scotsman agrees with her, but then disappears from the scene avoiding the consequences of her suggestion.

We get inside the compound and there are more battle droids along with Sugilite from Steven Universe. We start fighting and the blue ninjas come out and start throwing bombs at us.



I think the Scotsman fled. The ninjas it turned out were mostly small children and a few female mentors who recognized me and were friendly to me because I had in the past left them. I noticed that their morals had changed.

The dream shifted to something to do with training the blue ninjas to use a zipline and there was this park ranger woman involved.

Oddly I'm not sure what exactly made me lucid in this dream. It just happened and I had total control of my actions in the dream environment. To start out with I was in Dubai swimming in the gulf. The water was crystal clear and I was collecting coins from the gulf floor. The coins were of all different Currencies including my native Canada. It was easy for me to find all sorts of things on the floor of the gulf because it was a very hard surface, sort of like the salt flats or even the Black Rock Desert in Nevada. I wasn't alone as I remember picking up coins nearby other people's feet. From there I went to a dark blue room with a high ceiling. It had a large window on one side and a staircase in it. I decided that in this room I was going to try out flying to see if I could figure it out. I hadn't tried that in my last LD. I easily flew around the room and instantly experienced the joy and euphoria that many LDers have described. Knowing from others that this feeling often kills the LD I returned to the ground to focus on remaining lucid for a moment and succeeded. I decided to make my next task flying through a wall. I remembered that many other lucid dreamers have reported difficulty in achieving things like this due to perception so before I started I thought to myself that just before I got to the wall I'd close my eyes so that I couldn't see the wall. I jumped into the air to start flying again and headed toward the wall with a little speed behind me. Just as I approached the wall I closed my eyes and went through it. Once again euphoria ran through me and I struggled to maintain my lucidity. Unfortunately I don't remember much of my dream after that but I am happy that I managed to complete 2 major tasks in my LD in addition to controlling my lucidity.

I had this moment after a long string of dreams at different parties. I was walking down the road, fully came to, but thought it wasn't a dream as it was unusually normal. Now because I'm in nofap right now, I thought back to all these parties and said out loud "I am so proud of myself for not masturbating this whole time. I deserve praise for all my hard work." And then I just woke up haha.

Morning of May 17, 2017. Wednesday.



I was experimenting with a different type of induction last night. Needless to say, it had a very odd influence. Only the last scene is partly based on a conscious script.

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In the first scene, I am in bed in our present home but not lucid. I am aware that we have a 3D printer in the lounge room. Zsuzsanna tells me about making something with it and I assume she means something like a figurine, perhaps a cat or teddy bear knickknack.

Instead, she brings over what she made and it turns out to be a section of teal-colored embossed cardboard of about A3 size. It is somewhat shiny and the design is made up of equidistant curled leaves with S-shaped lines connecting them.

The personified preconscious appears, but curiously does not dominate the scene or initiate any familiar waking symbolism. He seems to be wearing some sort of large orthodontic headgear, like a metal frame slightly higher than his head and sitting on his shoulders. We sit facing each other. I see “him” as some sort of unusual “partner” who may actually be female. I vaguely think of my mother (though my father as well for a short time), especially as the setting seems to be a version of the northeast corner of the Cubitis living room - but I seem to think we are the same age even though “he” seems to be around eighty years old. I try to project deep love into his (her?) eyes. We might even have been married for fifty years or so. The eyes knowingly gaze back at me and I sense both weariness and incredible persistence despite the state of their health. I try to be sincere in my love, regardless of how bizarre this entity appears. I want to make sure that this entity is aware of my love for them. I keep staring at “him” and slowly, it seems that she is going to go shopping.

I stand up and look down at her as she is still sitting and facing me. The inside of her head is mostly hollow, somewhat like a container. It seems very strange to me that there is no discernible brain. In fact, the back of her head is mostly missing. When she looks up at me, a lot of white and red fluid flows from the back of her head (over the lower edge of the open space) onto the floor. I am puzzled as to whether this could be problematic and whether it relates to some sort of left-over brain energy. I tell her of this but she seems slightly annoyed over my concern for her and gets up to go shopping. At this point, the area seems to be somewhat like the second floor of the King Street boarding house, the second room back from the front (north) of the mansion. However, it turns back into the Cubitis living room in the next scene.

I am in the semidarkness now but a doorway is discernible from where some light is coming through. It is a bit east of where the hidden door was in reality to the room my father built (which blended in perfectly with the knotty pine wall as it was the same piece from the wall).

I go over to it and look out and see that it seems to be late morning. There is a slight lucidity, which begins to grow. I absentmindedly create several random dream characters that walk about in the yard between the orange grove and the carport. Despite doing this, I am not fully lucid (and still consider whether I am dreaming or not). I feel slightly annoyed that the doorway does not seem wide enough to suit me (even though it is). I use my right hand and arm to actually move the entire right door frame so that it slides back like a sliding door (even though it is not a sliding door). (Despite my age, I do not presently recall doing this specific act before in a dream, as potential re-induction is usually only based on opening a door, not causing the doorway and wall to change).

I walk over and sit on the ground and have a younger version of Zsuzsanna stand over me and we soon indulge in lovemaking. An unknown young Asian male, in some sort of Darth Vader costume (though without the mask) stands too close to us for a time. I push him away, though not making him fall over. There is a soft awakening, but quite different than the blissful one of one of my dreams from yesterday.

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This is apparently the first time that re-induction was subliminally initiated by the “brains” of the preconscious persona spilling out of the back of “his” head onto the floor. Whatever next. (This level of subliminal control over the transpersonal is amazing, I think.) At least it delayed my waking transition for about ten minutes.

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I haven't had a nightmare in I don't know how long, but I had one last night so I figured I'd share it with y'all considering they're very rare for me.

1. I'm laying in a bed, on my side. As I awaken slightly I look around me and see that I am inside of a large classroom. The lights are off in this classroom and it is rather large in size. I can see that the floor is made of tiles, and at the front of the room I see an extremely large dry erase board, the kind that teachers use. All the way across the classroom, diagonally from me, is the classroom door. There is a window on the door and through it I can see lights on outside in the hallway. I look directly to my left and see that someone is sleeping in another bed directly adjacent to mine. I have no idea who it is, yet I don't really care either. Suddenly I hear a voice in the distance. The voice sounds kind of far considering it has an ambient tone to it, but it doesn't seem too too far away. Even so though, the voice is yelling. I feel like I know who the voice belongs to, but I am not sure.
"Cory wake up! Wake up now!" it yells. I've no idea where it is coming from, maybe somewhere off behind me? Anyhow, seconds later a being appears about a foot in front of me, just standing at the side of my bed staring into my eyes. I am frightened to say the least, but I cannot look away. The figure is wearing an all black robe, and its face is just pure black with the exception of two glowing red eyes. At this point my heart is pounding in fear, and the voice is still screaming for me to wake up right now. A few moments later I awake in the actual waking world. The being is now standing on the right side of my bed, still staring at me from the exact same spot. This goes on for what seems to be about 15 to 20 seconds, and I am terrified. I still cannot look away even though I am completely scared out of my mind. After those 15 to 20 seconds the being suddenly vanishes. I don't remember if it walked away or just straight up vanished.
Even after it left I felt some presence in my room, and I still felt a fear that I have not felt in years. I have no idea if it was real or all in my head, or even if it was a ghost or something else, but holy shit it felt real, and I haven't seen anything paranormal in a long, long time.

Bjork in HH Again

Kept seeing Bjork's face in the state between waking and sleep.

Church

I was in a church with some people. Think it was the one Raven put on the moon. Me and Bjork are fighting that Nightstalker guy. He turns and goes after the kid that is with us. I get really angry that and go after him. That's all I remember.

Night

I'm in a townhouse at night time because I think my ex, Mel is around there. I want t find her for some reason.

School

Long dream of me walking in a school that appears to be part under construction. I go up a few floors and wander until I find these wooden steps that are rickety. I start going down them and some girl yells at me for going down them. I look down and the steps are made of breaking plywood held by rusty nails. I make it to the bottom ledge but they start breaking apart and I almost don't make it onto the ledge.

2017, 05-16

The Madness of Denethor

I am walking on the streets of a city straight out of a fantasy game. The roads are long and curving, running between buildings of stone. There is a lot of commotion going on around me, and no one seems to be paying any attention to the fact I’m there. I walk along the road for a bit to try to find out what is going on here. I hear the sounds of a battle from the outside of the walls and I am thinking I should go there and do whatever I can to help out. I am about to go when someone comes up calling my name. It’s a hobbit, it’s Pippin! He says he’s looking for Gandalf, but maybe I can help… he says the Lord Denethor has taken leave of his senses and plans to burn himself and Faramir in the houses of the dead! I say I will help him, but as we go I ask what this is about Faramir, because last time I saw Faramir he was fine. Pippin says Faramir went out to battle but was brought back because he’d been struck down with a poison arrow, but he’s not dead yet and maybe can still be saved if Denethor would listen to reason. He says Denethor is somehow convinced Boromir has fallen in battle, and when Faramir was brought back wounded he seemed to lose it!

As Pippin and I make our way to the top of Minas Tirith and to the houses of the dead I see a lot of people look like giving up. I focus on the song Not Gonna Die by Skillet to try to give them positive energy and hope. “No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna stand and fight forever! Don’t close your eyes… No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna fight for us together! No, we’re not gonna die tonight!” We get to the door to the Steward House and find Beregond holding the door against other soldiers who seek to pass with torches. Pippen looks disheartened. He says he should have gotten Gandalf, no offense to me, but they won’t listen to just anyone. I don’t heed that, I just go over to the group. One of the soldiers trying to get in says they must do Denethor’s bidding. I comment that I thought they were supposed to protect the Lord Denethor… he immediately says they are! I tell him now the Lord Denethor is sick, and he needs to be protected from himself most of all. But I have the cure, just let me pass. Beregond steps aside and lets me in.

Inside I find Denethor and Faramir lying on a stone table with wood stacked around them. He looks up when he hears someone enter. I tell him this will stop now. He says no, Boromir is dead, he has seen it, Faramir is dying and already burning, all will burn… why wait? He stands and says he must do everything himself and walks towards the door. I block his path, using the song Not Gonna Die by Skillet. “Don’t you give up on me! You’re everything they need! This is how it feels when you take your life back, this is how it feels when you fight back!” A pillar of light energy erupts around Denethor, shining around and through him. “No, not gonna die tonight! We’re gonna stand and fight forever! Don’t close your eyes… No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna fight for us together! No, we’re not gonna die tonight! Not gonna die! (Denethor: Not gonna die…) Not gonna die! (Denethor: Not gonna die!) Not gonna die tonight!” Shining with light energy Denethor says he’s not going to die, he’s going to fight! He tells the guards bringing torches that he now bids them follow him into battle and to victory! I go over to check on Faramir and find he is burning up with fever but definitely still alive. He should be in the Houses of Healing, not of the dead. I see Denethor is still there, he hasn’t gone off to battle just yet. He says he can’t leave his son… I tell him his son needs rest in the Houses of Healing, there’s nothing more Denethor can do for him right now. The men who had brought torches to Denethor now help carry the unconscious Faramir back to the Houses of Healing. Denethor is definitely ready to go fight now, he leads the others off to the battle. I think I should also go help, but everything fades to black and I wake up.