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A visit.

I'm in the lobby of Cowboys casino where I occasionally play poker on my weeks off. A dog approaches me. It's C's dog Daisy the mother of my dog. She has a strange white knitted dog skirt on her. I pet her and rub her belly. C comes up to me and we leave in her van driving around. I forget what happens after.

Court

I get badly beaten by remote viewers dressed as cops. I wind up in a courtroom with Bjork. She's ordering a restraining order and give a bunch of false testimonies against me. I'm given a chance to speak so I tell the court she's not even herself it's all manipulation by the remote viewers. I play a video for them of Bjork in a strange market, A person at a stand who has a dark aura give a sales pitch for a large flat item which she buys and then takes home. I then say that is how they got into her house to control her. Everyone looks at me like I'm insane. Judge rules I'm not to go near Bjork's house and that a shield will be put up with armed guards to keep her safe. They ask me what do I say to that: Piece of cake.

Animal Guide

I'm going for a walk with my dog but I'm in a wheel chair because I can't walk from the beating. I'm on a street like one in chilliwack when a Lion crosses our path. My dog is suddenly off leash and approaches the lion. I am terrified that i will see my dog die. the lion acknowledges him but doesn't harm him. I turn my wheel chair around and the lion crosses my path. I am wondering why he isn't eating me or my dog right now. He just stys blocking my path not doing anything as if he's trying to tell me something. Note: When Asuka used to get attacked a lot I would get dream of a dog biting my arm. I'm curious if this is a similar messenger from Bjork?

2017, 06-03

Wraiths in the Dark

I am in a dark forest, and the first thing I was notice is that I'm a bit chilly. I look around to see where I am but I don't recognize anything. The trees are tall and dark, there are patches of snow on the ground. I hear the sound of someone moving in the darkness. I even hear soft voices from that direction so I know there are people over there. I quietly follow the sound of the voices until I peer through the trees and see three men on horses making their way through the trees. One of them seems to be trying to convince the others that someone they're looking for, someone they refer to as Wildlings, are dead. One of them says he saw the bodies. They keep debating that as they continue, and I'm sure if there are any live Wildlings they will have already heard these idiots.

The three men stop and dismount. Two continue on, one stays with the horses. The two that advance start making more effort to be quiet. I follow them a bit farther and they stop to look down into a clearing. One of them laughs and says the dead bodies got up and moved out. Or maybe they weren't dead is more likely. One of them climbs a tree for a better look at the area. I look down below and see an abandoned camp. The strangest thing is what looks like a good quality battle axe lying abandoned in the camp. Surely no one would leave that behind. I notice that it seems to be getting colder. I see movement in the trees, and I see something move. A strange creature, humanoid, bug glowing with a dim light, a pale green. It's eyes are glowing with a cold white light. I watch as the man on the ground draws a long sword and challenges the strange creature. The man looks like more of a boy, but is standing up like a man. The creature has a sword that looks like it's made of crystal or glass. They fight, though the man is clearly outmatched. The creature's sword shatters the man's sword, and he falls to his knees, unarmed. It's time for this to stop.

I come out of the trees and tell the creature if it plans on killing this man unarmed then it will have to go through me first. A hollow laugh comes from the creature, a wave of cold hits me. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade. The man gets off his knees and tries to get clear but there are more of the creatures behind him. So I get beside the man. The ones behind us look like they won't interfere with the one on one fight. The creature and I fight. It is skilled with the blade, and blocks my attacks. This looks like a creature of evil, so I charge my Alex Mercer blade with light energy. The next time our blades clash the creature's blade shatters, creating an opening for me to drive my blade into its chest and pump it full of light energy. The thing glows brightly then is burned away by the light.

Now the ones behind us move in, there are five of them. I push the man to my other side and step into the middle of the group, unleashing a Legend of Zelda style spin attack, cutting each of them with light energy. They fall back, not seeming to know what to do. I call to the man in the tree to come down, they're getting out of here. He drops and the three of us return to the one watching the horses. I tell them they'd better ride for it, there could be more. The young man asks who I am. I say Raven Knight, but there's no time to chat, run! They all mount and disappear quickly into the dark forest. I hope they'll be ok. Everything fades and I wake.

I was an assassin with some berber folks (i listen so much tinariwen these days) and we were heading home to the masyaf castle that is among cliffs and stones, looked different from the assassins creed games tho, there was to deep pits of water or big valleys , just a pile of cliff until the horizon of the dream. There was a simple suburb next to masyaf though which was pretty weird.
I started parkouring among the cliffs, felt good , i could jump down from higher ledges and not hurt myself at all and i just jumped and parkour around on the stones and cliffs.

Meditated during WBTB period. Just focused on breath and nothing more. Lied on bed and focused on relaxation while focusing on the breath to keep mind awake. Essentially the same technique used to astral project. Body went numb, got out of bed. Got outside, saw dream character and.....that's all I remember. Either the lucid dream or the recall is ending so soon. I don't why I can't transition into at least a 15 minute dream. I rubbed my hands and even touched everything in the dream.

Next time, I am just going to stand in my room during the dream and focus on anchoring. I am not going to move until I finish anchoring and the dream is completely stable. So far I had two lucid dreams in three days. I am very close to lucid dreaming at will if I can just get the stabilization and the meditation down.

I had a nightmare I've had before. I am in a strange car and Lee (foster father) was driving me somewhere. I was in his car at least 30 minutes. Then we were on a bridge and he was very close to the edge and I don't know if there was water under the bridge. He was driving fast trying to kill me and him. I knew it was the second time it was happening but it didn't register that it was a dream.

Suddenly I was on the ice wearing white figure skates, Lee was taunting me. I did a single toe loop jump and a cross leg spin. There were other people on the ice, only females but they were androgynous. Suddenly I was in a house talking to "Susan" but he or she wasn't Susan. I asked if I could go figure skating, and whoever it was didn't answer.

This was a dream I've had many times. Bridges to me represent teleportation; going from one place to another very quickly. I was instantly on the ice and away from Lee. The ice is one of my dream symbols/dream patterns and if the symbol ice was interpreted symbolically it could have meant elvish heartbreak, but I've been waiting and waiting to do figure skating and I was sad in the dream because a part of me knew it was just a dream and I wasn't really on the ice. Yet the front of my mind didn't realize, or I would have stayed on the rink longer and blocked out Lee and looked for Michael and Gabriel and remembered what they looked like.

My dream incubation question was: What is my path back home, to the place in Heaven I was born by the two first archangels, and when I will see Stephen. I don't think this nightmare answered the question but reminded me to be calm, as ice to me symbolizes peace (ice skating always calmed me down back when I did it). I'm going to wait for a series of dreams and going to keep on asking the question/meditating on my spiritual Christian path until God speaks to me in a dream.

Morning of June 3, 2017. Saturday.



I am in an unknown and unfamiliar setting, lying on my left side on a bed that is unrealistically large. It seems to be late morning.

There are several other unfamiliar people in the room, though I do not perceive them as imposers or annoying in any way. There is also at least one young girl to the left standing on the floor, though near a young Hispanic female who seems to be a teacher and is also on the large bed. The implied teacher has some sort of curious device that seems related to computer technology yet is more like an abacus with spherical drops of water as the counters. Over time, I watch the beautiful silvery imagery of the pure water droplets moving smoothly across the horizontal abacus rod by themselves, almost as if inferring a clock or timer of some sort, yet also somehow seemingly linked to the back of a desktop computer. Still, I also get the impression that the Hispanic female is involved in using them at times for actual mathematics. She reminds me of a young Sonia Manzano (perhaps about twenty); (Maria from “Sesame Street”).

After a time, my dream self seems oddly unlinked to my intent (even though I am otherwise fully within my dream self’s imaginary “physical body”). I want to communicate with, and become closer to, the Inducer (personified higher unconscious). Instead, my dream self becomes my personified preconscious (which is extremely rare in non-lucid dreams of this type). I spontaneously start singing, “Like a moth to a flame…” in a higher pitch (sounding somewhat like a young teenager), my dream suddenly shifting, becoming more vivid, yet with the Inducer seeming annoyed and deliberately taking the child and the water induction abacus away from the area. Knowing this, I am already entering peaceful dark and undefined liminal space, but quickly shifting into my full conscious awareness.

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This dream is very atypical regardless of having the usual water induction and “return flight” waking symbolism. I rarely shift into becoming the personified preconscious in this way. (Usually, the personified preconscious is a different dream character, completely unrelated to the conscious self. In fact, even my emergent consciousness is sometimes projected as another dream character until waking coalescence occurs.)

However, I am already in bed (in my dream) to prepare to wake for real. I had already enjoyed the (biological) healing continuity of the spherical water droplets imagery. Singing “like a moth to a flame” is a metaphor for the temporary dream self (moth in flight related to the hypnopompic jerk of the waking mechanism) merging into the whole conscious self identity (the flame) and “dying”. The song itself is apparently fictional even though I was sure it was a classic country song by Leroy Van Dyke. The lyric is in “Four Walls” (Jim Reeves) but is a different tempo and melody. (It may be related to the first line of “Four Walls”; “Out where the bright lights are glowing”, as my family and I had just spent the day and evening at a carnival on the outskirts of town.)

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It's cold and gloomy in Finland, so I decide to teleport somewhere nice and end up on a beach somewhere near Brazil. I see tourists around, it's 5pm here and sun is scorching me. I'm a little worried because I burn easily, but I love the place in front of me. A tropical island, beach with a raised wooden walkway that occasionally touches sand, waterfalls and a jungle. I realize I have another ability. If I get a running start, I can launch myself in any direction and glide down. I jump up the waterfall, dive into a big pool and all that. Gliding around is great too. After a while I teleport back to Finland, to a school that doesn't look familiar. I meet Meri, a pretty girl I used to know. I tell her about my teleporting. Her expression made me feel like she didn't believe me, but she didn't say that. I teleported home too and met my dead cat, Nuka. I petted her for a moment and teleported back to the tropical island.

Morning of June 2, 2017. Friday.



I am on the porch of the Barolin Street house (where my wife Zsuzsanna and I and our children have not lived in real life for years) in Bundaberg. However, in my dream, it is implied to be in Cubitis (where I have not lived since 1978).

Even though my dream self is probably implied to be around forty-six years old (I am presently fifty-six), there is also an ambiguous hybrid facet of my fifteen-year-old self. There is a small bookcase on the south side of the porch facing south (though north in the Cubitis orientation), where no bookcase ever was in reality. It is within the open area rather than the back of the bookcase being against a wall. I am vaguely focused on a dream journal as well as a textbook and a couple other books, including a volume from a set of encyclopedias. (These books were in the lower shelf.)

Now and then, I shift into my teenage focus. I look out through the porch windows toward where the neighbors have just driven back to their house. They are walking around near their car, which is parked just outside of their small open carport and facing their carport. Thus, as is typical of this recurring dream scenario, I first see only Lisa’s parents and wonder what is going on.

After a time, I am more within my older perspective and looking at the books again. Still, Lisa appears, having phased through the side of the porch. I acknowledge her presence as she stands facing me, though she remains behind the back of the bookcase. When I look up at her, she seems to be about twelve years old.

Curiously, I notice that she has an animated tattoo on her forehead which has two frames (at the rate of about one per two seconds). The tattoo is somewhat pale and transparent with an embossed essence rather than having much contrast or color, though I can still read the larger of the two frames. It reads as “LOST GIRL” (in uppercase). I do not consider this to be strange at all though I also do not consider any meaning of any kind. The second frame, when it appears in the animation sequence, is not written large enough to read from where I am seated. It appears seemingly as an address (possibly of a dance studio) as on an envelope. To the lower left of the “envelope address” is what looks like a small icon of Earth with a pair of wings. It seems we are both in the process of moving. She stands attentively but we do not speak much.

The preconscious in this dream is of a very atypical essence. It almost seems to be awaiting instructions rather than initiating the waking mechanism, though me facing the bookshelf implies my thinking abilities emerging, thus the preconscious may have already “done its job” by remaining behind the bookcase as I face it.

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There are several meanings (layered meanings in addition to the native real-time meaning), none of which are significant to my present conscious self status. Firstly, it could be a residual thread of how I view people who believe in vicarious “dream interpretation” as “lost” (as I am near a bookcase and with a dream journal), though who am I to judge people who, for whatever reason, believe that things like chiromancy, tasseography, or reading ‘possum bones in a circle cast in the dirt somehow “works” for them. On a personal level, it may simply mean no longer being my teenage self in Florida and the residual effect of traumatic transitions that will always remain a part of my life experience regardless of how happy and loved I have been most of my life, especially over the last twenty-five years.

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• Contrived convenience: Contrived convenience is a common type of erroneous dream rendering where the presumed errors in memory are based on the real-time linear convenience of the particular dream. If not for contrived convenience, many settings, features, and events in dreams could not be perceived by the dream self at all. For example, in this case, seeing the activities of my Cubitis neighbors near their small carport would not have been possible if my dream had correctly rendered the liminal space factor as my Cubitis home’s carport rather than the Barolin Street house’s porch (as the real-life limited view from the Cubitis carport was only to the north, and only partly west and east). Also erroneous is how Lisa somehow came onto the porch through the porch’s side. That is, she somehow phased through the porch wall (and windows), which is where my dream self’s attention was focused, rather than entering normally through the porch door which would have been somewhere off to my right (where I never directly looked). (This term is also used to describe “reality” or linear time as experienced by an individual but I will not get into that here.)
• Dream sign (dream journal): A dream sign (my systemic definition only) is a carryover of the conscious self’s current status of being unconscious and within the dream state. The most obvious type is being in bed. Others include not wearing shoes or socks, being undressed in public, a bed in an incorrect location, and even thoughts of one’s dream journal. Dream signs, like so many other features and events in dreams, have nothing to do with erroneous beliefs in “interpretation” (in the common misuse as a synonym for meaning) that is still so popular with the public.
• Flight symbol: Flight symbols occur as waking symbolism in over one in five of my non-lucid dreams (closer to one in four, or at least over twenty percent) in the tens of thousands of my non-lucid dreams that I have documented and closely studied and decoded. This is obviously because of the subliminal yet anticipatory nature of the purely biological hypnopompic jerk or sleep start, that is, the perception of falling as a natural shift in consciousness from sleeping to waking that often occurs even in infants. It is hard for me to accept that there are people who believe that biological dream dynamics have some sort of “interpretation”.
• Personified Preconscious: The personified preconscious is typically a dominant dream character of a very specific recognizable essence of whom, while usually a different character (either male or female), initiates either the unification, disruption, or cessation (depending on the unique dream self incarnation) of the dream self’s transmutation into whole consciousness within the waking transition. The waking mechanism might be based on anything from activating more threads of the current conscious self identity with augmented emotions (for example, the dream self getting aggravated by feeling imposed upon by a trait unrelated to current conscious self identity) to blissful coalescence (for example, hugging the personified preconscious and feeling bliss or love in coalescence). The preconscious is transpersonal, sometimes the opposite of the conscious self identity, and is often completely unrelated to the current conscious self’s persona or identity (contrary to the ridiculous belief that every dream character comes from current conscious self identity or status, which could not be more wrong).
• Porch as liminal space: A porch as a dream setting is usually a real time metaphor of my dream self’s transition into wakeful consciousness. It represents the state between being in a house (temporary limited dream self’s perspective) and the outside world (conscious self identity’s perspective). It is a factor of my most common waking symbolism, which I have fully validated thousands of times since early childhood.

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Date of dream: June 2, 2017

I found myself lucid (not sure how) in some random dream I was having around 4:00 AM. I was outdoors, just outside the house I was sleeping in. Quickly, I remembered about the tasks of the month I'd just read before going 'back to bed'. I thought about biting the first solid thing I happened to see (basic taks #2), which happened to be the branch of a tree. Unfortunately, I wasn't stable enough and failed this first attempt. As I went to bite the tree, it dissolved into nothingness, I lost visuals, and I woke up...

Somehow, I didn't wake up completely and found myself getting lucid in just the beginning of a new dream. This time I was indoors, in the exact room where my sleeping body was. I was chatting with my little cousin's DC when I regained lucidity. Again, I decided to bite the first solid thing I saw, which this time happened to be a metallic doorknob. Ouch! Just the thought of it made me uneasy... I already knew that pain was possible in lucid dreams. Either way, without thinking it too much I lowered my head and took a bite to that round probably-bronze doorknob. At first it felt very weird and a little painful, but I then got myself in one of those "mind over matter" mindsets and took a bite right off of that metal doorknob... I then proceeded to swallow the chewed-up doorknob piece, it gave a realistic metal aftertaste.

Before I proceded to get out (OBE style) of the house... for some reason I decided to try the task I just did one more time. Lol. It was just such a weird new experience... This time it was a new door (the door to get out of the house)... the doorknob was very different... not a round one... this one was more like a "handle"... I took a bite clean off! And to my surprise, this one didn't taste like metal at all... it actually tasted like lemon... or more like lemon starbursts.

Walking up the street, I suddenly found myself in a place that doesn't exist in real life (as opposed to the familiar neighborhood replica of the "OBE" style dream I was just in). The place looked really clean. There were buildings all around.
I was in an almost oblivious state, when it struck me "the TofM!!" I quickly decided to try basic task #1 after stabilizing for a moment. More stable, I started to recall everything that the task requested: name, where my body was, where I go to university, etc... And to say the least, it felt very weird -as I expected it would. Here I was, recalling stuff about "myself", when I was not even exactly in my body... I got one of those "the universe is truly stranger than we can suppose" feelings. Just wow... to contemplate your life from that unfamiliar state...

Anyway, I decided to get into one of those self-created buildings that were all around me. Feeling contemplative after this task, I kept recalling stuff about myself... I started to see how much I've changed over the years, from elementary school until now... "I used to be an ignorant little kid," I thought. "And now? I'm a f*cking mystical journeyer of the dreamscape, man!," I concluded, feeling elated.

I continued doing random stuff for a while. It was a nice little lucid.

Date of Dream: SAT 3 JUN


Dream No. 125 - Boarding The Plane

Although the girls in my year level were 17 or 18 years old, they were classified to be in year 7 in this dream. I remember we were at some unknown airport and boarding a plane to head back home. One group was the class of St. Gerard and St. John. It was strange because each homeroom could have fit on a plane separately but instead, it was decided that some St. John girls would go with the majority of St. Gerard and vice versa. The dream was so well simulated with waking life that even our year 7 homeroom teachers, Mrs C and Mr B were there with the correct class.

So what was I doing? Once again, I was trying to find access to the boarding area via stairs. I did manage to find a small, cold stairwell and catch up to the rest of the year level. When we got on the plane, I remember another teacher, Mr CB making some comment that the route home wasn't going to be as simple as I thought... I forgot his exact words in the dream. That's all I can remember.

Getting my sleeping schedule back to normal... Which will be adjusted again when I start nights next week.

Confused

Kind of a divergent dream. I'm standing in a kitchen or on top of a wooden landing. In both versions a woman is pointing to a ladder which I go to climb down. In the kitchen version it's Asuka who is making herself look like bjork because she knows I like her looks, and there is also a trap door in the floor where the ladder is. In the wooden landing version it's bjork, but her smile is a little less sincere, a smile that is only trying to conceal something else. It's almost as if she's telling me to leave almost the way you tell a drunken customer that he's not only overstayed his welcome and is on the verge of causing an embarrassing scene - that he has already almost crossed the line. But what that line is: I'm not sure... I don't have much to go on as usual, no context, just half remembered dreams and tail ends of conversations that don't say as much and are as ambiguous as ever. She is also smiling in a way that says," come back tomorrow or another day when you are more yourself and we can conduct our business as usual." But what that business is exactly is a mystery wrapped inside and enigma and buried in so deep in Pandora's box that I could spend a lifetime, no... an ETERNITY trying to solve without more information or proper information...

I think what asuka is doing is kind of replaying the scene and trying it make it a more happy moment. I guess that's a better thing for Asuka to do, instead of giving bjork a series of nightmares.

Creepy Hospital

Well, I've worn myself out typing that last dream so I will type the rest with less detail. In this dream I am outside a hospital that is a top secret military science gone wrong hospital. No outsider is allowed in and I'm with a bunch of protestors outside the fence clamoring to be let in. Me and another passerby have a small conversation about it at some point. we both agree that we saw a large skin sample being carried by a window that was made up of pig and human. At one point a giant black baby with acidic skin crawls out of the window and burns the grass. People in hazmat suits with flamethrowers burn it to a crisp. Disturbing.

I get bored of this somehow and check my phone. I'm on a bjork app where she is about to have a live chat with her fans on the app. I immediately want to ask her about my dreams. Does she think I'm mad for having them? Does she still pay attention to dreams? Does she remember me in her dreams? etc etc. But I decide not to, because I remember she already has a history of stalkers. The last thing I wanna do is scare her with strange questions so I put my phone away.

FA, I get out of a sleeping bag by the hospital. K from work walks by and says we better head to work soon. but instead I find a trapdoor that leads me to a basement where Alex Jones is living and is doing a live broadcast on the hospital. He says I can watch TV on one of his monitors. I begin watching one but he changes the channel and I give his shit for changing it because the show was getting good dammit. He just shrugs and continues his broadcast.

Dark Tower Craft


Third person perspective dream of me watching. Roland from The Dark Tower and his Ka tet consisting of Jake, Eddie and Susannah are in a land rover driving by a mountain. Oy is running behind the vehicle. At the base of the mountain right below a sand cliff. They run into a Zergling Hatchery and get pulled under ground by a tentacle. I'm supposed to save them so I send a bunch of dragoons to destroy the Hatchery. they start getting killed from Sunken colony tendrils. I look and can't see any sunken colonies, but I spot that the earth is different in a line directly behing the Hatchery. so I shoot a gun at the line and kill all of the sunken colonies. I am about to spawn more dragoons when the dream ends.

I thought I was in Europe...Italy. I was in a house during a party eating good healthy organic food. Then we were all in my house eating food in my dad's refrigerator (this was a false wake up). Then I saw a purse that wasn't mine in my room. Then I was in a different house and a guy tried to rape me and I defended myself. I kicked him and grabbed his feet and pulled him down. Then I smoked weed with a peaceful guy. He showed me how to take a hit without burning my thumb.

I really thought this was real, more than usual. The guy tried to rape me again and this time I let him, and later thought he had HIV. Later at night I saw huge rocks in my house. I don't remember but one was silvery and purple and translucent. There were some medium sized ones and some small ones. Demons made me put a lot of them in my mouth. I took them out of my mouth but swallowed a few. Again, I thought it was real and God was taking the rocks back.

In another version of my series of rock dreams I was in a store and saw a huge purple amethyst. I wanted it but it cost about 2,000 dollars. If I'm right, it represents 2,000 years, that I am older than 2,000 years and that years = money.

Dreaming about special rocks = being a precious gem of God. That I will find my gifts from God. Also smoking weed in a dream after a long time of not doing it in real life for a long time was very reassuring. I know once I smoked DMT with a girl in a dream.

There were other dreams of rocks. The main difference was the rocks were different. Different sizes and colors. I wanted to keep them but I woke up and they were gone.

I was in a building. It was a cross between a college dormitory that had a commons room with food and a Heaven cafeteria or a faerie festival building. A guy I used to be in love with but got over was there. He was Asian but his name was Christian Bergman. Way older than me physically/biologically but chronologically I am older and though smaller stronger. Like me he is a martial artist.

There was a bedroom. He lead me to the bedroom and chased me. He wanted to rape me. I forgot about my soulmate and wanted to tell him to wait instead of stealing it from me. I wen to the commons room and sat down and CB kept trying to hurt me, I thought about side-kicking him but knew he would grab my leg even if I tried to pull it back fast, so I used my speed to my advantage. I was a little bit attracted to him but that was my body not him (well, my dream body).

Then Michael (the first archangel) was there looking like Susan. Suddenly God made Christian Bergman grow younger. He looked around 4 years old and like David Cooliks but Asian. He was talking with Michael and then he turned to me and said (and it's rare to remember what someone says to you in a dream), "I knew you were the light and the sun." He wanted to steal that light, but part of it was true love and he was apologizing, but I was a little bit afraid. Then he disappeared.

I was sitting on a couch next to a woman in her twenties that looked a little like my church friend Amy from the church I used to go to (in real life I switched churches). Amy's hair was dirty blonde and had a little bit of reddish brown to it. In the dream I was attracted to her. I saw two gay men kissing. I said, "Christians who are gay don't have sex." Amy said, mostly jokingly, "But sometimes we're tempted." She was eating an ice-cream sunday with whipped cream and fruit on the top. It whipped cream and fruit was almost frozen. When she said that she put some whipped cream on her finger and asked me to take my finger and take off some of the whipped cream. I hesitated, but my dream body was attracted to her, so I took some and ate it. Amy and I were laughing.

Focusing on Amy made me forget about Christian Bergman. Before he disappeared, Michael was teaching the kid version of Christian Bergman morals not to rape. I was calm.

Later at night I dreamt I was in a room filled with presents. It was kind of like a maze. I sat near or on one and thought it was my part of the universe that God was giving me. I woke up laughing. I had other dreams but I didn't feel like getting up to write them down.

Date of Dream: FRI 2 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 124 - Separated Sections

Dream 124 A - A Balance Sheet
I remember I was doing an accounting balance sheet but I forgot specifically for what though. That's all I can remember.

Dream 124 B - Nobody Wants Me
This dream took place on the grounds of Camelot Rise Primary School. I was in a classroom and apparently my friend EH was supposed be having a birthday party. I caught sight of the cake which was iced a vivid red colour with a green leaf on it, almost like it was the design of a tomato. As I was looking at the cake, some girl came up to me and started making these attacking comments on how I want that cake all to myself. I felt unwanted by anyone and so I walked out of the room feeling disappointed, I didn't think EH took notice though and so she may have even been oblivious to the fact that I was being talked to like that in the first place.

I was then walking around the school grounds for a while, now looking for WB but I couldn't see her anywhere. At one point, I thought I saw her walking out of another classroom but I said to myself, “that girl looks too black to be WB” because in waking life, her skin is brown, not black. So I assumed that I didn't see her. I then looked into another classroom and saw JS sitting on the floor within a group of random kids that I don't know.

It was becoming time to go home and so I went down to King Arthur Drive to try and locate the bus. I soon realised that I had to go to Galahad Crescent to catch the bus, which thankfully hadn't left yet. On my way, I saw LB and like usual, she was giving me the typical dirty look. I then got to the bus area and only when I got on the bus, I saw WB sitting in a circle with her friends in a tucked away corner. Her friends and her were supposedly hiding from me. When I looked through the window I saw her, like she was staring at me, her eyes composed like they were half way out of her sockets. She was slowly nodding her head up and down. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 124 C - Monster Children
The first part of this dream took place on the grounds of Camelot Rise Primary School. The only difference is that WB and I spoke more in this dream. I have forgotten what specifically happened in this dream scene.

The next dream scene takes place in a large, clean, friendly looking jail cell. There are all these kids in the call and there are four of them that are known as the “monster children”, one of them I can remember being AQ. The reason they were known as “monster children” was due to the heavy manipulation of their physical appearance and also the fact that they have a reputation of harmful behaviour when by themselves.

The dream scene then shifted to outside the jail cell where Logan from SML was on his way to becoming a monster child himself. I forgot what he was doing to bring about that idea though. Then the dream moved over to showing the supernanny Jo Frost, almost like she was going live on TV. She said she couldn't be with Logan directly because the contract between them expired thirteen years ago. Also, Jo Frost was strangely manipulated in appearance, like she had aged by 20+. She had exactly the same appearance as in waking life but her hair was grey and she had heaps of wrinkles. So she was now giving Logan some “positive encouragement” about his current position in life. The theory was that this “positive encouragement” would detract his subconscious attention from the actions that a monster child would portray.

The dream then went back to Logan's area and showed that he was in a better state of mind. He was walking over to this “party machine” that looked like a luggage x-ray device at an airport. Apparently this machine had six settings and one of them was for balloons to be blown up. He then activated another setting which would blow out glitter and small bits of confetti out of one of the chimneys on the machine. That's all I can remember about this dream.

I was at the head office of some stupidly trendy business where they have massage chairs and an ince cream bar. I started stealing ice cream hand over fist for fun and ended up with massive handfuls of coffee cake that I could not eat. I went through the hallways with cake, and met the Raptors somewhere else in the building downstairs. They shrugged me off.