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Morning of June 10, 2017. Saturday.



This is just a typical first-level dream sign dream of the type I have had continuously all my life, although I only document them when there are unique features. As I have explained before (though it is a no-brainer if one actually understands dreams and how the human mind works), the rendering is based on threads of real-time but subliminal conscious self awareness within sleep. (The number of threads of conscious self identity vary greatly from dream to dream, which is why “interpretation”, as in relating to the current conscious self, is not really feasible.)

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In my dream, I am in an unfamiliar location. There are a number of unknown people around who I do not perceive as imposers. Curiously, we are all on an oversized L-shaped bed, which goes around the internal corner of a wall (that is, of an inward ninety-degree angle). There are at least two windows, one on the side I am on and the other around the turn. I am also aware of a few family members.

A television is on on the opposite side of the room but I do not pay that much attention to it. I want to keep the window on my side open. It is a bit difficult as the piece that is meant to hold it up (at about the halfway point) is somewhat flimsy. Someone else (unknown), around the corner and on the perpendicular part of the large bed, hands me a gold metal rod (which I thank him for), which I think was a horizontal piece from the other window (which I think may have come from the top of the lower sash). It is about two and a half feet long. One part of it on one end (perhaps attached to it) loosely resembles a very long barrel bolt lock. I am able to place it vertically within the window’s left side to hold up the lower sash at the level of the upper sash.

After this, I do something to a headphone cord that is apparently plugged into the television. I pull it closer to where I can comfortably put on my headphones (not getting off the bed at any point). I soon hear the television sound through the headphones, although it also seems to be coming out into the room (which is not possible unless the relevant Y-cable is used).

This last part loosely comes from a recent real-life event. The speakers on our new television stopped working and I had to jury-rig a cord from the headphone socket into amplified multimedia speakers. (Our new DVD player appears to have no tuner so I guess technology is still moving backwards, as usual.)

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Over the last several years, I have learned a little more about the specific elements of “behavior” concerning preconscious factors, especially the personified preconscious. After closely studying tens of thousands of dreams all my life, it appears, quite obviously, that the nature of the preconscious in this case is non-aggressive or confrontational as I am “already in bed” and additionally “already near the open window”. (A window symbolizes, in real time, either the threads to the conscious self status, or another level of consciousness. In holding the window up with a piece given to me by a personified preconscious persona, I am willingly, though subliminally, entering the waking transition without the need for the preconscious to create aggressive or confrontational waking symbolism). Additionally, hearing the television through my headphones symbolizes, in real time, my approach to the waking event horizon, as a television sometimes represents (in real time) the dreamer’s external environment (though it depends on the dream type and time frame of the dream).

Additionally, the L-shaped bed is probably an unusual visual form to make the clear distinction between the fictional dream self (and its typically false memories and false identity) and the emergent consciousness (which is far more like the current whole conscious self identity). As such, it is likely analogous to the intersection feature in some dream types.

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Scary.

There's no way I can remember all the details of this. I spent most of the REM period having False awakenings in a large white room. This is undoubtedly a remote viewer/templar attack. I was intercepted on the way to check on Bjork and heal her if need be. At least that was my plan falling asleep.

In the dreams I'm with a large creepy bald guy. Half of the dreams have another woman in them, L from work. I remember she was present during the last attack in my inner world where I told her it was a dream during a lucid and I witnessed her do a hand reality check. In some of them I am watching her pretending to be tortured. In some she is trying to ask me questions about why I am there, but I am unable to speak. The man does everything from cutting off limbs to rape and no I'm not going to specify to whom. There seems to be around 50 to 100 Fa's in total. After so many it is impossible to keep track of them all.

I eventually wind up in a school field during a festival of some sort. I find L there and ask her if she remembers anything about being held captive by the man. She told me not to worry about it, nothing happened. I protest and say that I saw her being tortured how can she deny that and not even appear shaken up or angry. She doesn't say anything but looks at me like I'm completely insane. At the end I figure she must be a co conspirator.

Ship

I'm watching TV with asuka, about a space traveling arrogant hero archetype dude. In the early episodes he has a giant ship that crashes into an ice mountain every time it tries to take off. In later episodes he gets a more smaller ship that is easier to navigate.

Another movie

Dream of watching a comedy movie with Asuka. It's a war comedy with 90's Jim Carrey, and other comedy actors. It reminds me of Tropic Thunder but more slapstick.

I descent to an alien planet with a small spaceship. I'm with a friend, a man I don't know in real life. Before the ship lands, we jump out. I talk to the ship and tell it to land itself. It silently complies, moving forward slowly, looking for a good place to land. The landscape is barren, dark purple rock with the occasional patch of alien plant life. It's dark, silent and still on this planet, but there are signs of life. Some civilization has lived here. We look for loot, and find metallic chests scattered about. The calmness bothers me. I sense danger and malice. I wake up to noise.

Short nameless dreams:
-I'm inside the world of some anime movie? It looks like real life though. I talk to an actor and spoil his future love interest to him. He's happy to know it.

-I'm with Iiro and Kimmo. They play ice hockey and then we chat in this...sort of a clubhouse, I guess. Iiro is way more popular and cool now, compared to me, but he had a similar childhood as I did and I feel like he really understands me. I enjoy our chat a lot.

-I'm in a store. I need cash for some reason, and take a lot from my bank account. Rest of the dream was just wandering thought the store. I wake up to noise again.

-I'm in a city, walking out of an underground shopping district. The city looks extremely futuristic. Year 3000 at least. I have a game in my hand. It's about an alien world after several extinctions, millions of years in the future. As I look at the game and think about what it's like, I get transported to it's world. I see glowing plant life reminiscent of the Avatar movie. I'm mesmerized by the beautiful plant life. And then I wake up to the noise of my roommate cleaning the house. TBH I was sleeping in the middle of the day, so nothing wrong with him cleaning.

I was trying to play Mario Kart but when I became toad all of a sudden my nephew asked me why I didn't use drift. I was confused why the game was made so drift would power your car. It would mean you'd have to constantly use the l and R buttons which is annoying. I told him I was going to stop playing but that it was fun for a bit.

Next I ended up at my old house living room where there was a small brown Chihuahua being trained by someone to bite and attack as a guard dog. A few family members watched as the Chihuahua stopped being aggressive and started playing.The person training him was upset though."Aww, just leave him be. Its not like you need a guard dog really"I said. After walking a few feet, towards the door, the dog jumped up and had the appearance of my dog Max who died in Jan 2015. I held the dog up as she stood than pet her cute face. To my family and I, she was another dog but connected to Max somehow. "Aw, she just wants to go back to the pet place and find her tall owner that she belongs with. Let's take her back?"I said now holding a bag of shopping bags as she stood on all 4 paws. But nope, the guy, now my brother, didn't want to take her back.

After that the dream shifted and I was in an apartment that was long, narrow and almost empty. We had apparently moved in and it was night. A paper appeared of a painting of an old man and a little boy with a twirling hat that was red and green. The thought of my friend making a cartoon of those characters came to mind. Than the paper disappeared and a woman's voice appeared, talking about how it was time for people to use light to recreate their own full moons and to look at the calendar. I watched as a round light formed on the ceiling than turned to see my dad plugging big gray machines that appeared to have no buttons and were curvy and rectangular, into plug outlets. He would twist the plugs before connecting them to the metal and mentioned that it was to force the power to work for the night.
Woke up after he entered a room.

Notes
I got curious to check the full moon calendar after this dream and there appears to be a full moon on June 9. A nice coincidence.

All I can remember well is that a lot of the dream had david collins as an expert doctor and living the life, and the rest of us boys were just hanging out still.

I was biking down st marks hill with my brother when K money was at the bottom. I smashed my bike at the bottom but john decided to race me to K money, only problem was that I just started laughing the moment I saw him and lost hard haha

Forest

I arrive at a location near a mountain; lots of green, many trees. I pass a few familiar people, but they're more like spirits (appearance is indifferent, but the mentality was profound). Most appear busy with their own agendas, but it's peaceful. As I move closer to camp I can see people gathering and the energy shifting. Many more of us are arriving and so I stop to observe the increased movement. I realize the reason for the arrival of my people; we're receiving visitors.

MoSh

Shred arrives, but I don't recognize that it's him in the dream. I merely stare at him as he walks past me and doesn't say anything. I call out to him, he stops walking and looks straight at me but there's no sense of recognition; he's viewing me like a stranger. I'm also staring at him, trying to figure out why he's so familiar to me. We stare for a long while at one another. I'm uncertain how this occurs but he begins ... chasing me? Not in a bad way? Not in a good way either?

I enter my camp to evade him because the energetic exchange of being chased startles me. I've been hunted in the past and that mindset he's holding reminds me of past experiences...this internal dynamic causes me to race through the encampment, through a maze of doors, without stopping. I step out to detach from the panicked body.

My perspective is following a few feet behind the fleeing body. I'm wondering what the fuck happened and I sorta get it. The energy unfolding was too similar to past memories and it triggered anxiety. Makes sense; being hunted for death sorta does that to a person. MoSh may have accidentally held that vibration without understanding the impact.

Data?

I reach the top of the encampment and watch as the body I was inhabiting tries to calm itself. The sky is beautiful up here; though I spend less time looking up and more time assessing myself. I notice I don't look like me. This body I'm using looks very tall and lean (sort of Avatar-like, but the body wasn't blue and there was no tail). I look sort of Native American, but a distorted version of it. It's pretty, but more graceful gazelle pretty than American pretty. As the panic subsides, a man approaches. I'm viewing the man as I'm still separated from my body. Personally, I'm wondering how he made it up this far and it doesn't look like the Shred, but I can't tell who it is.

The body I was inhabiting is clearly still sketchy. She moves around the space without putting her back to the man. The man approaches, stops about twenty feet away from her, and reveals something he's holding. She goes to him and they exchange a few small words. The dynamic of this man calms her (he's tall, a bit stoic, quiet, reminds me of Data due to lack of emotional excitement). The body (hers) is calm enough for me to enter it and so I do. The man and I talk for a bit about weapons.

He's asking to bring something for us to practice with and wants to know what I want to use. I think it over briefly before asking him to bring something cheap. He and I will spar, I chose archery, he agreed he would bring arrows for next time. Cheap is ideal because it's sparring and not an actual battle; also, I have my own arrows so he would be bringing the items for himself mostly. He excuses himself as he needed to leave to attend to a separate errand. I'm collecting my arrows as I'm going to spend some time up here to practice on my own; alone. We say goodbye and I watch him leave. I'm thinking of how nice he seems and I'm looking forward to our next meeting.

Death

I'm at a hospital with my dad, in my hands is a biography and collective work of an artist. The artist has recently died and the book was compiled for his death. I'm browsing through the pages looking at the various pieces of artwork. Most of it is drawn in pen, but the line work is very lovely. One picture I find quite sad--the artist is in bed, the media is black with some lines of a crisp blue. Nothing is obviously sad about the picture, only that I happen to know this was a portrait of the artist as he was lying on his deathbed. To me, it's sad as it indicates the last artwork before he died (there will be no more). I've never been partial to endings.

A nurse comes into our darkly lit room. She informs us we're going to radiology, they want a picture of his liver. I collect myself and prepare to follow them out of the room. The dream shifts.

Catch 22

I open up a connection to my mom to explain what's going on with Dad. I'm viewing her and she looks like she's in a different state (location) for some reason. I tell her we're on our way to radiology and why. Her reply:

It's funny, no one is afraid of death. Death is not something people fear. People go to the hospital not to find out they are dying, they already know they are dying. They go to the hospital to delay death. What can the hospital (medicine) truly offer? They try to offer time, but they often don't understand death enough to grant time or understanding of the process unfolding.

It's humorous to me she is teaching me about the process of dying. Her comfort level is high and I suppose she's right; the misconception is death is something to fear when in reality it is a step up from the predicament of living. Seems a bit quirky how backward things are, yet I'm still quieted by the prospect of Dad engaging the process. Perhaps I'm merely jealous he gets to go while I'm stuck dealing with the bullshit of living. Not that I idolize death; but death (abandonment of the physical body) makes everything I do more efficient. Hence, my work is slower with a physical self and this annoys me. Though, if dead I wouldn't be able to share my research so it's a hilariously cruel Catch 22 for me.

Date of Dream: FRI 9 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 129 - The Key To Progress

I was in some strange place... The room I was currently in was some sort of mystical library and I was talking to one of the staff members there, a random middle-aged lady. She was saying to me that to get somewhere, I had to use the lift that was nearby. The dream had only showed a snippet of the lift scene with me in it to begin with as the realisation was that I was not ready to enter it yet. I was then at the other side, I had supposedly exited the lift without the dream showing... And the only way to get anywhere else was to use it again. So I decided I had to go and look for the whereabouts of Dreamy WB.

So I stood in front of the wooden lift doors, calling for her but nothing happened. So I took it to the next step and was pacing backwards and forwards throughout the foyer, calling her name as loud as I could. Still no response and I am standing in front of the lift doors again, looking up nervously... I remember exactly what I said, “Dreamy WB, please come!”, in a really distressed tone, almost sounding like Penny from The Rescuers. No response what-so-ever and I so finally decided I had to leave the building to look for her.

I was in this neighbourhood and I remember the sky looking like it would at dusk, but it was more purple without any pink in it. There was this fence surrounding a house and from that block of land, over the fence, peered Mrs B, the mother of the real WB, giving me some sort of judgemental look. Her look terrified me and I straight away had the feeling that I had to get away from her or I would be toast. I found myself floating away from her house in the style of balloon Mario again. At one point, I looked back and she was still there, with the same look pasted on to her face. So then I hurried away without looking back at all.

Eventually, I was able to locate Dreamy WB in the dream and so was now able to return to the lift scene. Her appearance was evident when I first found her but during the lift scene, I didn't look at her much, rather she always quietly trailed behind me... She had her hair frizzed out while wearing her black pencil dress. My dad and brother were in the foyer and they were amazed that I was going to enter a lift “by myself”... Dreamy WB was completely invisible to them. I skipped past the lift with real life, metal doors and went for the wooden one that I had intentions on going into since the start.

Once we got in there, Dreamy WB took no hesitation to make me feel comfortable and secure. I noticed that she was still behind me and so was hugging me from the back. The lift soon started moving and it was going up and down really fast. At times, I felt like I could topple over but in the dream, I knew that Dreamy WB was keeping me from doing so, despite the super speed. At different floors, signs in the lift would actually show what room we were next to, for instance “Floor 2 – The Library”. That's all I can remember in regards to this dream.

8/12/13 (L) Value: 0 | Airport, Zoom-In Calendar
I became lucid after a preceding dream scene. When I became lucid, it was at an airport, where a DC resembling Grandpa told me to zoom in to a calendar with my eyes before I stabilize the dream. At that point, I knew that I should stabilize the dream early on. So what I did was, I told the DC “I can’t do that!” It was a belief problem, so I said, “I believe I can zoom in.” I then used my fingers to twist my eyes in opposite directions like lenses, and sure enough, I zoomed in on the calendar. When I stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands together and looking at them, I went outside. What was right outside the airport was what was right outside the front door of my house. That is what it also became once I headed outside. Also, outside, standing in a group, were some DCs. I didn’t know who they were, but one of them was Dad. Now, I walked to the right and noticed that I started to wake up, so I spun around while looking at my hands, and dream clarity returned. I said, “Oh no you don’t.” to the dream. At that point, I was trying to remember exactly what my dream intention was. As the dream began to fade again, I spun around and clarity returned again. But a few moments later, the REM period came to an end, and I woke up instantly.
Time: 1-3 minutes

8/13/13 (L)#20 Value: 2 | Partial Success For Custom Form
Once I became lucid, I was in a situation where I had a car next to me that I could drive, and Dad was there in a vehicle on Highway 3 down by the bay. I said to myself, “…and I don’t want to get in trouble…” for driving the car that wasn’t mine. Once I was heading for a hill in the distance, the car became a bike without me noticing, and I ‘ran’ the bike like I didn’t care. I discarded the bike to the side of the road, and then I found myself on the residential hill in the distance. I wasn’t in as much of a vivid state as some of my other dreams, but enough to remember that I wanted to transform into my thought-up body. I started with fur this time. As I grew fur on my legs, I began to wake up. I made the dream return by spinning, and I continued to grow fur. After a few seconds, I woke up faster than the last time. This time, I had no time to think, but I did witness myself waking up.
Time: 2-4 minutes

Last night


1.

Interesting dream, again with Peru. Not sure what I have with this country, but I already had a few, mostly about artifacts, some village and some others.

So I'm walking with a female. She is showing me around. Some building with some modern, all glass additions, with a plaza between them.

Then I'm walking in some corridors. Looks like an indoor marketplace, but there are no stalls, no merchandise that I can see. Only a huge amount of people all walking somewhere. Local kids are trying to sell us things, but we shoo them away. Feeling that we are undercover or something secret is going on. Somebody comes at me with a stick, i take it from him and defend myself. I get a distinct feeling that I'm in Peru.

Now I'm on a cement tile walkway that's outdoors. A beautiful bird flies by at height of my face. I know he is rare or extinct and he has some special meaning. I'm still in Peru.

I grab a camera and start taking pictures of him, hoping I get some nice ones. As if the bird knew this, he is posing. His face is just inches from mine. Size and look of a road runner, but he has beautiful colors of deep greens, blues, reds. He is looking into my eyes, cocking his head from side to side. He has about a 3 feet long tail consisting with only one - two long feathers, but on the end of them is a few more beautifully colored feathers.

Now outside of town. Looking up at the small hill, there is a boy standing, and a small lion or cheetah cub comes up to him from behind a hill. I tell someone else to look and I grab a camera or binoculars. Then I look down and I have a same cub at my feet. This other person finds 4-5 cubs nearby. As I'm waling away, their mom comes up and she is following me, as I'm walking backwards away from there.

I managed to get 2 hours of sleep in.

Practice

Just a dream about sparring with someone. I was trying kung fu blocks and strikes. My opponent was blocking quite well and was surprised by my improvisation.

Xereniak

Dream about being at his house. there was a big part that was slightly outside. We were on strung up sheets like a blanket hanging over an area. The gravity didn't effect much I was sitting on the edge of one. A woman came up to me from a tier up and had a smaller sheet in her hands she flung the other end to me. She says it's a mormon thing... okay, so I grab the ends and we wave it up and down. Not sure what the point of it is but seems fun. She disappears and I jump up to where she was. Spot Xereniak down below and tell him to come play the game. He won't and he's mad because I apparently left gatorade and empty coffee cups all over his house. He is flying about collecting them.

Later I go down and his dad is in a living room with a GIANT TV. It seems to be 4D or something seriously. The entire room seems to waver and shake depending what's on screen. Staring at it makes me dizzy. I suddenly realize I am smoking in the house. I decide to go outside with it even though his dad doesn't notice or seem to mind.

Bjork in trouble

Just remember Bjork screaming at me and someone else. Her hair is unkempt and doesn't look well. She's yelling at us to get out get out. and she's shrieking. I will not get mad or upset at this. She probably needs healing.

This was on tuesday, 6/06/17

The regular WBTB with alpha GPC and GM

38 min WBTB, sofa at 5:38

Upon waking up, I didn't write anything down. There was lot's of darkness, not much coherent stuff going on.

I did the Recall task again, was easy and I remembered pretty much everything I practiced before bed, so I lost interest in it soon.

Lots of hover flying again.

Looking for a rope for another personal goal - to grab it and be pulled up to space, or just to swing on it for fun. I desperately wanted to find it, but no luck.

Had a cool non-LD at 4 am, when alarm woke me for Alpha GPC.

DR:
I'm in my childhood room, looking out the balcony door. The skies are getting really dark. Black swirling clouds are ominous looking. To the left high up, on the black clouds there is about 5 flags. All in full color, all of what look like real country flags. I'm not sure now if I recognized any of them, even if in WL I do know flags.

I ran to grab my camera and I open the balcony door to get a better picture from the outside. I immediately regret it, because a tornado force wind start to push the door open against me. I try my hardest to close it and we wrestle for a bit. I have to drop my camera to use 2 hands.

While this is happening, to the right, over a house, black smoke like cloud is taking a shape of head of that octopus dude from Pirates of the Caribbean. It's taking shape and losing it, as the small particles in the cloud are shifting and blowing around. Another shape is taking form in another cloud and I realize it's not really a cloud.

( seeing images in the skies does happen in my dreams. I think I like seeing them, even if they weird me out.)

Peanut butter cups are now my official recall aid.

Ok computer

In a weird room with some nerdy guy on a giant computer. I was trying to search for music but he ws stopping me. He went on some gaming forum and I was watching him scroll through it. Pretty boring.

Wal mart

I'm working wal mart again but all the workers i know from mcdonald's work there instead. We are trying to stop a flood from from the top shelves. We use Styrofoam stuff? not sure.

I go to clean the vestibules and notice that the sisters from the north store are there, C and C. they are still young beautiful and up to no good. The taller one notices me and smiles. She waves. I shyly wave back and go in between the doors to clean. They keep popping their heads around the corner to get my attention. I find it funny.

Trooper

I was in the same area as the previous dream but I was in Trooper's car (he's a youtube Vlogger documenting his life in vegas as a poker player https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSKG_qk60r0) I have Bjork's music on in his car. It's a song I seem to know in the dream but I haven't heard it while awake. He gets in and starts driving he then notices the music and then violently shuts it off.

Bus Terminal


I'm walking on a street near the bus area in Lethbridge. I'm with some girl who's taller than me who has long black or brown hair around or past the shoulders I think, kind of thick hair and sporting large sunglasses. She's like a cross between Jamie and Kaomea. She goes up to a taller guy which may have been Data and asks him for something. I get mad at this for some reason (My dream self is extremely dumb in social situations and likes to run his mouth). I say something like she seems about as deep as a bowl of soup... lol I'm so mean for no reason. She starts protesting and walks after me asking what my problem is. I keep ranting myself for some reason, get to the curb and wake up. If that's viatorem I'm sorry, I don't really know what my problem was.

I haven't been posting or lucid dreaming much since the lag-ocolypse hit Dreamviews, but this dream from a couple of days ago caught my eye because of DawnEye's guide Dawn making an appearance in this semi lucid.

In the dream I am making an attempt to do shared dreaming with DawnEye11. I am in this hospital feeling room where there is a large bed with a nightstand on either side. The room is almost all white with a blue and light gray checkered tile floor and a small kitchen along the front wall with a coffee maker and microwave. There is also a TV and small sofa. Dawn and Manei come into the room, accurate to their normalized appearances save for Dawn having really short buzzcut hair. We meet and talk for a bit. Dawn explains something about DawnEye11 (using her real name in the conversation that I will not use since I don't know if she wants me to or not.) that he needs to attempt a shared dream from my mind in order to make an appearance in her dreams.

A nurse woman comes in and tells us it is time to attempt shared dreaming. She closes the sunny window and the room becomes warm and dark. The three of us get into the large bed together and lay down, with some kind of metal helmets on to prepare for the shared dreaming. As we are climbing into bed Manei says to me "Alright when we get to her dream; we all have to make our appearance as cute boys to get her attention." I suggested it might be fun to mess with her. Manei laughed but Dawn was apparently taking this mission a little too seriously.

When we were laying on the bed I was in the middle, laying face up with Manei to my left and Dawn to my right. I felt myself become aware of their energies. Becoming aware of a DC's energy or aura is always a mixture of sensory experiences. Manei's aura is as it has been; orangeish colored and warm like a sunny beach. But this was my first time feeling Dawn's aura that was light blue and smelled like flowers. I felt myself invert; in a way that felt sort of like how I've always imagined going OBE would feel, as though I was now facing downwards into the mattress, putting Manei to my left and Dawn to my right. They seemed to be going through the same thing as I.

We began moving what felt like downwards. Dawn said he needed to monitor her to see if she was asleep yet so as to see if we could enter the dream. He made three of these thermometer like devices appear. They looked like thermometers but had one mercury bulb with three stems. One stem was straight up and the other went straight to the left. The third stem was much longer than the other two and was at a 45 degree angle downwards and to the left. There were three of these devices, though each one had different colored marking lines on the stems. The one of my left was blue, the one in front of me was green, and the one in front of dawn had red lines. The red mercury inside the device would pulse. Dawn said it was a heart rate monitor and that her heart rate was really high meaning she wasn't asleep or was likely doing something physically demanding, stating that it would likely be 8 or 9 hours before we entered the dream, and that we would be stuck here waiting for all of that.

Then the three thermometers merged into a new one with black lines and a clock face appeared in the middle to show how long we would have to wait. We started waiting. We could still communicate in this state and went about some idle chatter but I forget what about. I began seeing throwing stars and waving metal chains dancing about in the black void. When I pointed them out to Dawn he became concerned about what was going on. He said that the chains had a lot of physical objects with all their links and they were taking up too much of the collective minds' processing power to run the physics for and that we had to back out of the shared dreaming attempt.

The three of us woke back up into the hospital room. It was much darker in the room now. We started discussing why the chains and throwing stars appeared. Dawn thought that I had created them and accused me of doing so but Manei said that I didn't have any control in that state and couldn't create them even if I wanted to. Me and her started making cinnamon rolls for breakfast but Dawn didn't want to help cook. Manei told him if he didn't help cook he wouldn't get any food for him and would have to go hungry but Dawn was apathetic and brooding about the chains appearing in the dream state. Manei whispered in my ear "He's just being a sourpuss because he can't appear accurately like I can. Look at that haircut!" I started laughing really hard and Dawn cleared his throat and said "I heard that."

o_o Manei stop being so mean. Dawn; stop taking your job so seriously.

What Would You Do?

This was a non lucid dream but it got my attention as to what I would do in a violent situation. The first thing I can recall about the dream is entering a store with my mom. My mom wanted to buy a make it yourself cake box so we could have fun making cake together but we couldn't find the right one. Looking around we bumped into a upset crowd of customers complaining to the guys cooking soup. A African man
had soup thrown at his head as he stood next to me than pointed out how he wasn't going to return. I left with my mom too after that and came across a path that seemed like a crossroad. There a group of kids and teens laughed and threw a dead little girl wrapped in a blanket to the wall. I screamed than jumped back. "They're going to see me and come after me. I want to help that girl but she's dead. I can't just let them get away with that."As I was pondering what to do the taller shouted for them to come after me. Seeing a boy run at me I jumped onto a pole with the intent to climb it but than stopped."Please don't hurt me"I said waiting for them to do their worst but than the taller boy told them to leave me alone than they left. The dream shifted after that and I was in my old house where my father and uncle were moving my stuff to another room. I was upset but distracted when my uncle's daughter put innocent children drawings on the wall that had disease and bacteria on them. She told her father not to touch them as if she reconciled with him and I went to wash my hand that had a cut on it, afraid I'd get infected after touching it. My younger brother was next to me watching.


Graffiti Artists

This dream was non lucid and Semi Lucid.I was talking to a guy about how the Spider man from the past came and had told me a secret. Apparently it had happened at 45. The guy I was talking to laughed than told me quickly to pick a color and hide in it. I chose a red velvet color on the flooring than was guided somewhere that was supposedly important. But looking around I was on a bridge under the highway. Not much was going to happen there so I flew in a direction where there were stores. Next thing I know I'm telling a man to stay off the streets and to take a taxi home when its night. After seeing him leave I notice there was a huge hole in the ground near a stop sign than see a group of people in sweaters who call themselves panthers trying to instill fear in the public. I stay my cheery self and pass by them where I see other people wearing animal sweaters and standing a good distance apart from each other. They look like Graffiti Artists. Anyways there I'm told to choose my place. I went along with it and chose the green sweater girl who apparently had the snake sweater.We were told to draw our animals but I woke up after that.

Train Platform (nl/ld)

I'm hovering as I'm searching for something I'm not well aware. The dream in front of me, which I've stuck my head into, reveals a train platform. I observe a man and woman step out onto the platform from out of nowhere (they looked like they entered via invisible door). The pair are rushing, a man already on the platform looks as though he's expecting the pair. He stops them though and gestures to the water. I see that he's telling them they can't go this way. The man appears frustrated and rushed, holding onto the woman while assessing the water as though he's considerating a creative option. I'm now gazing at the water too which is entirely flooding the earth and is about to rise to cover the platform. Not much time left, they better get off that...

The couple exits in the same manner they arrived.

Stealing from a Baby (nl)

I'm somewhere, still searching for something. This time I'm less searching and more exploring. While doing this I get hungry and some black woman has a car, with a cooler, and delicious snacks inside. I see her retrieve something for herself and I invite myself to her stash of edibles. She's selfishly generous and while she grants me access, I can tell she's unhappy about sharing. What she fails to realize is that I don't give a fuck what she thinks. I continue my exploration as I enjoy a banana yogurt combination thing. I reach a bridge, with that cup of heaven in hand, but begin waking before I can get a foot onto it.

Notes

For whatever unknown reason the train platform reminded me of Shred, Asuka, and Data--not that I'm very educated on any of them, it just felt like them.