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Morning of July 29, 2017. Saturday.



I am in an unfamiliar house but which eventually takes on at least one feature of our present home in reality; the back porch. Zsuzsanna seems to be present at times, though the characters change in unlikely ways.

The clearest segment is when Leonard, the friendly pinhead I knew on King Street (who I had not seen since 1990), is seated to my right on a couch and an unknown female (of perhaps about twenty years of age) is sitting to my left. It seems the female may be looking after Leonard, who may be about thirty in this situation. She seems to be referring to him as a “shingle”.

Over time, I notice he is crying, especially as I ask him, “Remember when I used to call you Leonard?” Apparently, people do not usually call him by name.

Eventually, my dream’s characters transform without me paying any attention to the change. The unknown female seems to again be more like Zsuzsanna, yet “Leonard” is now my fictional son. He is possibly about twenty years old (even though he was an older Leonard - who did look like Leonard - just moments before). He does not look anything like Leonard now and he does not resemble any of my sons, either.

My “son” punches the wall at about elbow level. It makes a crack that goes all the way up to the ceiling but the wall is not dented. He then punches the wall higher up, which then does make a deep dent as pieces of the wall fall out, but there is not as much of an upward crack this time.

I yell at him to stop and he moves to punch me in my right shoulder as I lie back onto the couch. I do not feel any pain. I do not really feel like hitting him or yelling again.

Finally, I say, “If you want to hit something, go out and hit the boxing bag”. I motion my right hand towards the back of the house. I soon look out through a (fictional) window and see him boxing. (The punching bag setup is of the same appearance as in reality.)

He comes back in and again sits on my right. I notice that he is having some difficulty with a pair of boxing gloves. I see that he is trying to put on a boxing glove over his right hand though he is already wearing a half finger cycle glove on that hand.

I ask him if he would like to take boxing lessons at a paid venue and he nods and seems happy.

He gets up to leave with the female and I realize or “remember” he is simple-minded. His body is of an unusual shape, somewhat like with an elongated beer belly. (I do not drink beer and I do not know anyone who drinks.) I think about how they might be at risk in a parking lot by not knowing how to react to ordinary people who approach them.

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Reverse engineering my dream in real time:

• My dream self is subliminally aware of being asleep, though there is no viable lucidity. Our bed transmutes into being perceived as a couch by my dream self. Zsuzsanna is still on my left as in reality as we sleep. My viable neural energies decrease and she is an unfamiliar female.
• Leonard appears to my right as a part of potential dream exit symbolism and the preconscious precursor. He is called a “shingle”, which is related to roof symbolism, which relates directly to the level of consciousness between the higher preconscious and the lower emergent consciousness. (There may also be an additional layer that distorts “single” as a play on coalescence waking symbolism.)
• Leonard is now my fictional “son” and no longer looks like Leonard or like any of my sons. In fact, he is my emergent consciousness atypically “trapped” within the preconscious form. This is why he punches the wall, which represents the divisions within levels of consciousness in real time.
• I move back on the couch to subliminally mimic my sleeping position in bed as he hits me on the right shoulder, which is a metaphor for activating the waking prompt (while patting someone on the back near the left shoulder would be a subliminal attempt at reinduction).
• For whatever reason, there is sustained neural activity and I “remember” (though I am still not lucid) that a porch is a common waking transition of liminal space where conflict sometimes occurs to initiate waking (though this is more often with a front porch). Still, it is a rather odd limited thread of increasing awareness, as I still have no knowledge of where I actually live (or much other viable memory yet) other than the boxing bag’s location and appearance.
• I offer to pay for boxing lessons for the preconscious after noticing he is trying to put on boxing gloves yet also already has half finger cycle gloves on, those of which relate to preparatory dream exit symbolism (as a bicycle symbolizes increasing neural energies in real time, associated with the same leg movements as walking up a staircase, which is also related to the emergent consciousness).
• Finally, my dream fades with association with a larger form of liminal space, the parking lot, and I become vaguely aware that these dream characters are not real and so naturally are simple-minded, facing problems in integration with the real world.

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Dream
Lucid

Soul Stealer

Maggie fell ill at Alexandria mysteriously, me and some other people went on a trip.
I remember there was something about dark clouds, red sky and lightning.
When we got back someone asked "How's Maggie?"
A tall guy looked at Glenn and told him "You did it your self?" out of curiousity. Glenn was looking down at the ground.
A black woman who looks like Mammy Two Shoes from Tom and Jerry comes out and stabs herself.
People looked on in confusion, why would she do that?
She became a ghost and went down to where Maggie was and stole Maggie's soul, Maggie did try to go back to her body
but it was difficult.
Her body was declared dead.

Me-Mow-Rue where are you?

I was at School at some kind of party, I don't remember much about the party.
Later, my Website Design Teacher (He shows up alot in my dreams, weird) told us we have to move to a computer lab.
We're at a computer lab and apparently we were taking the 'MCAs', the MCA had weird questions like:
what is your favorite FFXV games?
We had to watch a video that would help us answer these questions.
Timeskip: I was talking to Adnan, I asked him "Did you go to the party?"
Adnan replied "In the afternoon."
I said "I went in the morning and oh dude, did you take the MCAs today yet?"
He started to complain about the MCAs
Timeskip: Somehow my cat was at the school, I looked everywhere and couldn't find him.
I went to Paulson's room because I know Adnan has a class there (in the dream Paulson's class was where my American History
B class was) but there was only three people, Adnan's not there.
Class is about to start but I can skip it, it's the final hour and I have to find my cat.
I goto the Help Center and I get a brown haired lady to help me, I tell her to call all the security and say
"If you see an Orange and White Maine Coon Cat, make sure to put him in a secure area where he can't go outside."
She said "Oh with the T thing."
I noticed a map of the school and push one of the buttons, I am teleported to G_____ Club.
Meanwhile, the brown haired lady added me to the G_____ Club since I was there.
Back to me, there were these girls and this one girl told me that the buses are here and we're going somewhere.
I told them "I can't do this right now, sorry, maybe next time."
I goto the main office and am worried about Rupert, I look at the ground and there he is laying down.
Timeskip: I am in a car, Me-Mow-Rue is in the back seat.
The windows are down and I try to make sure the windows are at a certain height so he can't jump out of the car.
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I have to worry about my cat getting outside so much it's starting to get into my dreams, more school dreams, more walking dead dreams, I will figure something out eventually.
July 28th, 2017

9/1/14
I was in this place where there was a Melee tournament at 5pm every day. Later, I was on this island where tornadoes were daily. You would never go a single day without seeing storms. I ran to my house somehow, looking for batteries for my camera. Then, a wedge tornado hit and passed. A minute later, another wedge formed and that was the end.

9/3/14
There was this game I could play where I would find a wolf outside Kakariko and he’d be like, “You want to hunt with us?” If you said yes, then you end up in this tunnel where you carry a power line to the end.

9/9/14
-I switched universes to one where tornadoes were really common, Hillary Clinton worked behind a food counter, and we had tons of stored food. Each time we ran low, we would drive the van to the facility and take a load. When I entered another facility, there was a cylindrical, soacious elevator that took me down to a cafeteria with lame food. There were things that looked kind of like rolls, but with pink and green substances inside with the appearance of ice cream.

9/24/14 (L)
Conditions: Sunny
This massive dream started with me running down a path in the forest from some red gas. I yelled at the person driving a horse-drawn wagon, so she slowed down until I jumped in. Then, I tried to get onto the free horse on the left. [mini-skip][The gas is gone.][…] I was inside the living room, where I spun around and looked in all directions. Outside, it was raining and cool. A little farther on, I realized that I had not totally increased the vividness, so that’s what I tried to so. The shapeshifting included extra arms. There was also a black wedge tornado.