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I was taking a walk in the night,
it was very dark but the street lights kept my way light for the most part.
After a while I found myself in front of a dark path with no lights, it was long and pitch black,
you couldn't see anything but there were some people around and I did what all
of them were doing, taking my phone out and use it to light my way and keep walking.
There were some other people walking through there too, but I just walked pass them.
Right in the middle of this dark path, there was this woman walking while holding a little kid/baby in
her arms with a bunch of other kids around her, there wasn't anyone holding a light for
her and she just used the light of the people passing by to guide her steps.
I decided to slow my pace and light her way for the rest of the darkness.
I remember exchanging a couple of words with her while walking but I don't remember which
ones exactly.
When we finally came out of the dark path I decided just to put my phone back and keep walking,
but she called me and told me to wait, she had left the kid/baby behind with the other kids and
started walking at alongside me, I remember saying something like "so it wasn't yours?", she just
smiled and replied "no, it wasn't."
All that I remember about her looks is that her lips were scarlet-red tempting, clean white teeth with a perfect
smile. Her skin had a goldish tone to it. She was wearing black pants with a black blouse and a small red cardigan on top
of all of it. Her hair was also black but I don't remember how she had it fixed.
When she approached me, she asked "where are we walking tonight?"
I just answered "Nowhere, I sometimes just walk until I get tired and then go back."
then she smiled and said "we are going nowhere tonight then"
I didn't ask where she was going but I remember having some other conversations but don't remember
the topics in specific.
I remember walking through a campus/university environment with her (which was really active for what I assume
was the middle of the night) and just entered random classrooms in our way, bothering the attendants and professors
alike and then just leaving just to pick another class to disrupt.
Last thing I remember is entering to this packed classroom and walking between people excusing ourselves (like trying
to get to your sit in the middle of a theater in a full night), she entered first and managed to somehow get a sit
in the first row, I was just walking between rows until I got near to her. Sitting next to her was this middle aged guy
that seemed to be giving a lecture in japanese and said something about what we were doing being disrespectful, I just
said 'sumimasen' (lol), I left the classroom, walked a couple of steps and looked behind, but she hadn't come out yet.
Just when I was about to turn my back and keep walking she leaves the classroom with a big smile, and ask me to
wait for her and we just keep walking through the night..

I've been using telekinesis to drag people around and drop them.
Nothin else..

Morning of May 7, 2017. Sunday.



There is not much going on in this dream other than me having a shower and eating a bowl of ice cream. I am apparently to go out to a public venue with some people, though I do not know who they are. Since water represents the dynamics of sleep (and as such, is my most common dream feature along with fire, and certainly my most common form of induction), it also vivifies my dream state as a result. However, there is no lucidity in this case.

The layout of the bathroom and the rest of the house is unfamiliar though implied to be where we live. Curiously, I shower while putting my clothes on, which seems to be taking a long time.

In the last scene, I am eating a bowl of ice cream. It is mostly vanilla and I enjoy its flavor. I find that I have to keep moving the spoon around the inside of the bowl, as I do not want to waste any of it, yet there is always more. I do not want to be late in going out, but there is no end to the ice cream when I move the spoon around to “finish” the last of it. If my thinking skills were present, I would know that there could not be so much still left each time.

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6/5/16
Dream 1: I was in a classroom listening to the teacher give a lecture. I think the teacher was Jordan Peterson and he was talking about how most people go through their lives without noticing most of what happens to them. He showed us a video to demonstrate this with some people on the street.

Dream 2: I was working at McDonalds and a lot of the machines were broken or empty so it was quite a stressful time trying to get everything ready before a big customer rush came in.

Frag

I remember Bjork was up on some landing. I was helping her down taking her hand into mine.

Sleep Paralysis and Creepy Dream.

I was experiencing vibrations. I kept thinking, "Asuka, Asuka." Wanting to find out what dream she was in. I was able to make the vibrations spin faster and faster. But somehow I lost awareness

FA, In a dingy basement room with my dog. I can hear my aunt yelling from upstairs. I leave the room. I come to a wooden staircase that is broken in the middle. My dog followed me there. I some how managed to climb the staircase. I wound up in a living room that looked like Squatters had been shooting dope there for decades. Asuka was a fat Native american girl wearing glasses and was with some guy who I was unfamiliar with. He seemed to be familiar with me. Asuka started leaning against me and started trying to convince me to have a threesome with her and the man. I remember being really grossed out by the thought. They both had something like a crack pipe and started smoking it. I really wanted to leave.

Frag 2

I'm in a room with Bjork that appears to be all black. Except for us and the table we are sharing. On it is a GIANT slab of roast beef completely covered in gravy. We are both loudly stuffing our faces and our faces are covered in gravy. Xereniak walks in and gasps for a minute and then says, "Well, this is a dream I hope I definitely won't remember." I look at him confused as he leaves the room.

It's sad I was only able to remember that small dream fragment as I do remember having heaps of dreams overnight, just not what they were about... So I could have potentially gone up to something like 108 E! I don't know, maybe my cold actually helped by waking me up numerous times through the night... A forced WBTB? But struggling memory due to my stuffy head?



Dream No. 108

The Reality Check
So I looked down and noticed 5 fingers on each hand, isn't that the normal amount of fingers on each hand? I wonder why the dream didn't do something extremely bizarre this time. If my fingers weren't constantly "floating" around like the tentacles of a jellyfish, I probably would have been tricked into thinking it was real life and maybe would not have been able to progress in the dream. I did stop myself, basically saying I could only progress to call out for WB if the reality check proved to be a dream. So yeah, what would have happened?

I'm also surprised that the reality check didn't bring about any signs of extreme lucidity like in Lucid Dreams 3 (93) and 4 (104). Would the fact that I gave myself permission to continue the dream be a sign of lucidity that I am not considering? Maybe the degree of lucidity was only like a grain of salt, so tiny.

So yeah, my fingers (or whole hand) always appear to be somewhat spongy in dreams but this time, my hands also had a very slight glow to them. My fingers were lengthening and shortening, going in and out, as well as side to side, hence I described it was like a warping effect in dream. I also remember that the thumb was extremely stubby and was sticking outwards to the side rather than going upwards with the rest of the fingers. So although the reality check was so subtle, the features above would have contributed to me seeing that it was a dream.

Well, that's all the insight about that reality check. It's interesting how usually they're used for "I want to make sure I'm in a dream" but this time it was switched to "I want to make sure I'm not in waking life". It's the same concept but just from a different point of view. Maybe just as well I was able to remember this particular dream fragment to serve for an interesting, almost lucid experience... Like I said, I don't know if giving myself permission to continue was a sign of lucidity or not, because it wasn't a conscious action... So if anyone has any input or insight, feel free to comment below.

Date of Dream: SAT 6 MAY - 2017



I originally wasn't going to record this dream but then I thought it's worth it because of that reality check involved, which made it a semi-lucid dream rather than non-lucid. A "Behind The Scenes" entry of the reality check is to follow once I publish this one:



Dream No. 108 – Soccer In The Woods
(Lucid Dream 5)

I was in some nice looking forest, it wasn't too cluttered with trees... There was ample grassland and golden light could be seen coming through due to the sun. As I was walking through, I once again had that thought of calling out for WB (the waking life one this time) but I stop myself and literally think to myself, “Is this real life or is it a dream? You'd better make sure you're not shouting in real life and then the wrong person hears you”. So I looked down at my hands, both of them spread out in front of me. I only had five fingers on each of them, but the shape of the fingers would keep warping, almost like my hands were underneath a layer of water. And then I remember thinking, “Yep, this is a dream, you have permission to call her”. So at the loudest volume I could, I kept calling “WB!” until she came out from behind a tree. It was interesting as she suggested we play some strange game of soccer, which is what we did. I forgot what happened afterwards.



The dream distinguished that she was the waking life version this time. I saw her in person in waking life yesterday and had a really good time, so I think my subconscious has now traced her back to being a rational entity.

No title's today. just two short False awakenings.

FA, I'm in a room lying on a couch and listening to a TV or radio. It is daytime out and a woman in a pink T shirt is sitting on a couch and staring at me. For it minute it looks like manager R from work. She looks a bit perplexed, then her form changes to Asuka, she then smiles as if satisfied by something and walks out of the room.

I turn my head to the TV. It's a semi interesting live event. Trump is hosting a golf tournament for world leaders. And the idea is that instead of going to war, they just have a giant golf tourney each year. Right now I see that Israel is in the lead and Trump of course is way behind. The Caddie for team Israel is dressed in biblical pharisee robes like you see in various movies about Jesus.

FA, I'm in the passenger seat of a British purple or pink pickup truck. Asuka looks like R again. She tells me to hurry and get something to eat. We are parked at a mcdonald's. I go in and order a breakfast sandwich. I wait for my order for what seems like an hour. I leave and we drive to another mcdonalds only a block away. A manager tells me I have to work at the other store today. I am really hungry and see manager K. I ask him to grab a sandwich for me and he says okay. I wait outside for him in the truck. I notice Data is in the backseat. K comes out and instead of giving me a sandwich he finds his girlfriend and hugs her. He begins to walk away. I get angry because I'm still hungry. Asuka tells me to calm down everything will be fine today.

Last night
bed 10:15 pm
GPC 3 am
WBTB 4am - 4:55 am
GM - 4:55 am
Estimated length 40 min

I decided not to do any TOTMs this time. But I had the phone and glasses TOTM as a backup plan.

1. Ophelia
I think I answered my mobil, and picture of young ophelia, sleeping and smiling showed up. And one more image of her. We spoke a bit, but both of us hard time coming up with the right words. (ok yeah, I was thinking about this when falling asleep for a WILD)

2. Jump-floating
I was jumping up fast and just as I was about to start falling down, I continued up, hovering. Was pretty cool.

3. Waking life memory
I wanted to see if I can recall my full name, where my sleeping body is, and which city I live in. And I was able to do that easily. I recited it a couple of times, which helped me keep my awareness longer. Made me feel good that I can do it.

Next time, I want to recall more.
Where I grew up
School
Work
Friends names
DV!

4. Transitions
I started to try and feel a side by side rocking motion, and also from feet to head, as soon as I started to WILD. I knew when that happens, I will know I'm dreaming. It happened exactly like that, and then at least once more during a transition in the middle of the event.

I didn't have very good vision. At one point, I only saw from my right eye. As if there was a door closed over my left one. I briefly wondered how I can fix it, but wasn't bothered enough to dwell on it.

I was also disappointed at some point, that nothing cool happened, like the smoke monsters in my last one. But I was happy about the WL memory thing.

I don't recall any sex this time 0_0

2017, 05-05

The Garden of Music

I am in a place that looks somewhat familiar, but I can't place it. It looks like it is a garden of some kind, and there are many beautiful flowers and plants around, and a stream running through it with a bridge that crosses over it. I look at some of the plants and flowers and some of them look like they are newly planted. Others look like they are a bit sick or maybe damaged by something, I can’t tell which. As I walk among the plants I get the idea I will help them out a bit, whether they be new, sick, or damaged. I have an ocarina on a cord around my neck and I start playing it now. I play the first song I think of which is Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack. As I play the music I see the plants are visibly growing. Plants form buds, the buds bloom into beautiful flowers. Small plants grow larger and many new and bright green leaves start growing. Some smaller plants turn out to actually be saplings and they grow into large and beautiful trees, many of which have blossoms of their own. I begin to walk through the garden while playing this song and now I hear birds singing in the trees where there hadn’t been any birds before, of course there hadn’t been any trees there before. I walk over the bridge and play the song again, creating the same effect in another area of the garden. The weather is perfect for a walk outside, and I am not sure how much time has passed in this way. The music and the beautiful garden. I am about to play the song yet again but everything fades and I wake up feeling very calm and relaxed.

Morning of May 5, 2017. Friday.



I am in an unfamiliar forest setting and I feel good about the imagery and location. Over time, two deer are ready to engage in a fight. There is a raccoon that is apparently some sort of referee that stands on the sidelines like a person (that is, upright on his hind legs). He seems like a real raccoon otherwise. He is standing between what looks like two wooden “walls”, possibly of natural design.

The deer headbutt each other and soon become like a sideways tornado, with hardly any discernible imagery other than swirls of color. An oversized raccoon tail appears in the swirling imagery, which could be an additional raccoon that had been closer to the deer and got caught up in their ruckus.

The deer fight within their whirlwind until there is no sign that they are still there. The raccoon referee stands without moving, looking at the spot they had vanished from, apparently having disintegrated each other. There is the usual feeling of waking symbolism, a bit more accelerated than usual, and a slight sense of amusement and clarity. The deer vanishing is a waking prompt caused by my sudden lucidity, where dream features are more easily quickly rendered or dissolved, though I did not deliberately create this effect with my conscious mind (as it was automatic).

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Date of Dream: FRI 5 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 107 - Searching For Company

I originally thought it wasn't worth recapping this dream because nothing much happened, but then at 8:15 PM, I decided I would record it, so my memory of this dream has faded.

I was at some strange place, a shopping centre that was a mix of Waverley Gardens and Knox. The scene did transition into a vision of Canberra Camp, I forgot what Mrs G was saying to me though. I was then at the walkway towards the shops of this shopping centre and I felt like talking to the people I passed by... But they all seemed to be ignoring me and this was making me upset. Still, people were ignoring and so I kept calling, “Dreamy WB!”. There was no response from the “environment” either and so I then eventually went, in a distressing tone, “Oh, where is my dreamy guardian?!”. Just then, I felt some sensation that there was some portal nearby and thought that maybe she would be through that portal. But then when I was actually at the portal, I was hesitant about going in as I thought I could possibly die if I went through. That's all I can remember.



I think my dream memory is also affected due to the fact that I have a cold, so my dream memory may be wonky for a few days. Additionally, I may not even have good night sleeps at all due to these chain-saw like symptoms... So let's just hope for the best.

I really don't remember a huge deal of this, I fell asleep again after remembering really clearly what it was when I first woke up and by the time I got up the second time I lost it.

Chris was being dropped off at a restaurant but we were in the back of a transit van. There were other people in the back of the van, although I can't remember who and when we arrived we realised it was a really fancy place, there was a red carpet rolled out for arriving guests. There was then a discussion of how we should maybe have brought a limo instead of the van.

Morning of May 5, 2017. Friday.



I am teaching a psychology class based on the Holt, Rhinehart, and Winston textbook (which I only actively used for one year). It seems to be eleventh or twelfth grade (with no association with AP students). One female, a young version of Zsuzsanna, is somehow seated on the desktop rather than the seat near the front of the class, to the right. The rest of the students are sitting in their desk’s seat.

Over time, I am trying to focus on a chart over the chalkboard. At first, I assume it is something to do with levels of consciousness (which is not a real part of the textbook in the way it is displayed). The bottom is first labelled as “UNCONSCIOUS”. Looking more closely however, I see that it says “PRIMARY PRODUCERS”. It then dawns on me that I am actually trying to explain something relevant to biology and what looks to be a food pyramid diagram.

Still, I become curious when the animal icons on the left (one on each “step”) all appear to be primates, displayed as if they are meant to be going up the steps of the supposed food pyramid. The one on the second-last step is a human, but in silhouette as in the other cases. Looking more closely, they appear somewhat distorted, almost like inkblots or human shadows with three or more arms in odd positions.

Still, I look at the top of the triangle, where the “TERTIARY CONSUMERS” section terminates. It firstly appears to be a man flexing his left biceps. I look more and more closely and finally see it is Atom Ant (the cartoon superhero). I squint trying to work out what is going on. Perhaps someone played a trick on me and tampered with the diagram. As my emergent consciousness kicks in, I am trying to work out how an ant would symbolize my emergent consciousness. Then I realize that the phrase “Up and at'em - Atom Ant!” is a reference to waking up and getting out of bed.

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This dream was directly influenced by a dream (from January 2, 2016) that I reviewed and posted on a couple sites before my last sleeping period; the one titled “Evolution of Waking”. It has very similar waking symbolism and also (though less present as here) the idea of waking as “evolving”.

Continuously studying and understanding my dreams for over fifty years, it seems obvious that many of my dreams have integrated a virtuous circle into some dream types, where the real-time waking symbolism is so obvious as to be a no-brainer in many cases, even in surreal scenarios such as this and the January 2, 2016 dream.

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Morning of May 5, 2017. Friday.



This is a very long dream (with only some scenes posted in the online version), but the basic scenario relates to a typical “end of the world” situation which often simply symbolizes dream cessation as a circadian rhythms factor, especially as many of mine relate to the sun. Still, “end of the world” dreams additionally seem to have a factor that is more long-term, which I suspect is also of additional biological symbolism.

The main scene is viewed in the nighttime sky, seemingly to the west (as my dream’s setting seems to be a distorted composite of Loomis Street and our present address, though with the emphasis on Loomis Street in America in the last scene). There is a beautiful coin-like disk hovering in the sky which is just above the moon. The moon and this disk are both about the same size, the moon probably about twice as large as presently viewed in reality. (In my dream, it is a full moon, though in reality, it apparently is moving past the first quarter at 65% visible.)

The face of the coppery disk seems to have a mix of Orion and Sagittarius as one character. It is directly above the moon. Bright beautiful rays of light are flowing out from each feature, mostly upwards. I am somewhat wary, as I consider the disk will probably alter the moon’s orbit. The rays are a mix of gold and blue. The imagery amazes me for what seems like at least fifteen minutes.

This turns out to be real-time symbolism for shared dreaming between Zsuzsanna and I, Zsuzsanna being the moon and the Orion/Sagittarius composite being my dream self level of consciousness. Even though the moon and the disk do not make contact, the thin rays (which actually appear as separated dashes and hyphens at times, in a perfect circumferential span) cross over each other. The moon seems to be pulling the disk into Earth’s orbit.

Next comes waking precursor symbolism and typical dream signs. I go up to the top of a hill (real-time conscious identity symbol) and there is a tomb that has been revealed due to the celestial events. The temple around it is fairly small, part of it serving more as a solid base that is only about the size of our bed. A group of unfamiliar people gather. I look closely at the tomb. It is of a young girl who is also an angel, with the name of Villiaphim. (This is a dream-generated name I have never heard before.) Curiously, there is a modern silver latch attached to the closed coffin at somewhat of an angle. I reason that this was added the last time the temple rose. I am thinking that I will now open the coffin but end up talking about the overall setting.

As I am talking about the details of the tomb that I recognize (such as the number two, in pairs of various orientations, forming the different symbols that Zsuzsanna and I had matched over the years, including the two facing another mirrored two as the “heart on the horizon” symbol), the personified preconscious shows up to become the usual nuisance it often is when I do not recognize my level of consciousness as a vivid dream. This time, he is an unfamiliar male teenager who makes fun of my inability to see the coffin as real-time bed symbolism.

The question mark sequence (in a set of four steps) appears engraved in a short squarish column to the left of the tomb. I am about to explain how the question mark was created by the collective unconscious to be found and used by Yang incarnate in his quest for Yin incarnate when he (the personified preconscious) starts mimicking me about my fallacy to not realize I am simply dreaming about the bed my physical body is in rather than an ancient coffin. He traces his finger over the engraving of one of the twos, copying what I am saying in an annoying cartoon voice. I am annoyed and start chasing him in a circle around the tomb. (This is subliminal coalescence recognition, stage one.)

As I am doing this, I shift to being with Zsuzsanna in the backyard of Loomis Street. I expect the sun to explode on the horizon (and it seems afternoon now) and it does. I know it is the end of the world, but I do not feel any fear. Zsuzsanna and I hold each other. Curiously, the sun had been just below the northern horizon, which of course is not possible. Still, the fire comes from the north as Earth burns. Just as the typical waking coalescence begins (while hugging Zsuzsanna), there is no mild abdominal jolt or other biological waking dynamic yet. Instead, I look around and see the fire only a few feet away, wondering what had happened, and why I (as my dream self) am still aware and in my dream. The ground is covered with what looks like runny egg yolk as well as egg white. Zsuzsanna and I are lying on the ground at this point. I reach over and pull the oversized “egg” from the ground (some of the “yolk” running out over the grass) and consider that about half the surface of the planet will now have to have this stuff peeled off as the “egg white and yolk” solidify a little more. Humanity will survive. I wake up to find that Zsuzsanna and I are in the same positions in bed in reality as we were in the waking symbolism (though this is not always the case).

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As I have written often before (but certainly not every time it happens), at least one dream per day (of the six to twelve I more clearly recall, not including all dream types) apparently comes from Zsuzsanna’s mind rather than mine, which are always thoughts she has that I could not possibly have known about, and it often follows a specific pattern. (This general rule occurred long before we met and has been validated virtually countless times.) It is also usually one of her more sustained thoughts relating to something that is different than usual. In this case, it related to her thoughts about runny egg yolks when she was frying an egg for herself (which is not a regular activity - and I have rarely had fried eggs in my lifetime).

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