If it wasn't a distopia, it was a pretty run down looking setting. Broken into two parts, but it's not so clear now. Was in some kind of school setting maybe. A old friend of mine was there, some type of emergency we were trying to get away from. Eventually it came out that he'd traveled from the future or something. I went into a building where a guy had me put something on my arm and said "This will break your arm, but it's okay," or something like that. I looked at my arm and part of it looked missing, then it hurt pretty bad. There was some talking about how maybe we weren't that good of friends. It was actually pretty long, but that's all I remember now.
Morning of August 7, 2017. Monday. Dream #: 18,494-02. Reading time: 2 min 40 sec. I am sitting on the floor near the southeast corner of the living room in the Cubitis house. The layout is different. My attention is on the front door and a fictitious area north of the kitchenette. I am aware of my father on the carport (though I do not see him). (My dream self does not remember he died in 1979.) He does not enter the house. He slides several objects under the door (which would have been impossible in reality). I see them as well as hear their movement. There are at least three open-end wrenches, presumably different sizes from a set. There are other items, like a couple of flat pieces of metal. I think he wants me to put them in the hallway closet, as he no longer has space for them in the shed. I have two irregular stones that seem more like crystals at times. Although mostly opaque, they sometimes seem transparent, becoming glassy when I tap them together. Some facets are reflective and shiny. They have a bluish tint for the most part, though I notice that one looks gold at a later point. I think I can make a fire. I strike one stone against the other, sometimes doing this when one is on the floor, other times while holding them. They sparkle, and some areas catch fire. Light gray tendrils of smoke and small flames are the results at least four times. I get a folded piece of notebook paper and hold it near one stone as I hit it with the other, and they burn for a time. The paper catches fire. An orange tabby cat no longer than my hand rests on my right near a burnt area of the floor. It moves a short distance from the smoke and flames. The small fire is close to it but does not hurt it. Its tail traverses an area of the floor that had burnt moments before. It does not show signs of fear or injury. Dreams are mainly a result of co-occurrence with the status of being in the dream state, resulting from subliminal environmental monitoring, enigmatic space, and autosymbolic waking processes. My dream self sometimes instinctually starts a fire to activate consciousness, a goal stemming from the status of being in the dream state (and being instinctually aware of being asleep), NOT a factor from waking life. My extent of dream control has no association with being “lucid.” My brief dream self identity is not a model of waking life identity. In this case, there is no recall my father had died. There is in other dreams, a factor unrelated to the implied time or any recent thoughts I may have held in waking life. It is because, in subliminal space, my dream self does not have practical access to either my unconscious mind (or its legitimate memories) or my real identity. This dream also includes wall mediation (another regular event of being in the dream state, NOT a cause from waking life status). A wall (and related features like doors, windows, and fences) is a concurrent virtual division of various levels of liminal space and enigmatic space, though is more likely with an environmental factor like less intrusive noise. The tools from under the door are another association with achieving consciousness, of which the preconscious (reticular activating system) is the foremost dynamic. The stones become transparent when closer to initiating consciousness (starting the fire) to remind me my dream is an illusion but still controllable by instinct. Cats sometimes appear with wall mediation (with many specific examples of this in my dream journal), as a virtual anchor in liminal space; and in childhood, a summoned virtual witness to the dream state when lucid. In this instance, the cat is a tiny version of Tiger (a cat from my childhood when I lived on 611 North Monroe Street in 1967). One of the photographs from this time features me sitting in front of the front door, holding him.
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2017, 08-05 Game of Dreams John: I am in a large room full of tables and a lot of people. There is a procession of what look like VIPs going down the center aisle towards a raised table at the front of the room. First a stressed looking man with a distracted looking woman, then another woman with a really fat man, followed by a little kid on his own then two more pairs of kids, two boys and two girls. Next comes a nice looking man standing alongside a short guy that looks more like a dwarf than a human. But I don’t see any other races around so I assume he is a short human. And then a feast begins. I am eating various meats and breads and drinking a sweet wine when something brushes my leg. There is a wolf pup down there so I give the pup some of the meats. A man comes over and we start chatting about various details we have noticed. The name Uncle Ben comes to mind. He says they can use observational skills like mine in the Knight’s Watch. This idea immediately appeals to me, but in spite of the fact Ben is the one who brought it up, he keeps saying I can’t do it because I am just a boy. If I am too young then why did he suggest it in the first place? I get mad and then realize I’m making a scene and that gets me even more upset so I run outside. I see the short man from the procession earlier and he says he drank too much wine and it’s considered rude to vomit on your brother. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now so I keep going and then everything fades. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Catelyn: I am in a bedroom of what looks like it might be a medieval period. I am a woman, and I spot that immediately because I am naked. I am lying in bed naked while a man in the room is standing by an open window and apparently enjoying a cool breeze that is blowing in. He says he doesn’t want to leave Winterfell. I tell him if he doesn’t want to go just say so. A man knocks on the door with an urgent message, or so he says. The message is for me. I open it and at first it looks like gibberish, but when I look at it in a slightly different way I can see what it means. Ned’s (my husband) friend is dead, but he was murdered by the Lannisters. I tell Ned that is another reason not to go. He says this letter changes everything, now he has to go south with Robert to find out the truth of what happened to his friend. He says Robert may even be in danger. There is a bit more talk about where the kids will stay, he is expecting I will stay behind to run Winterfell while he’s away. I’m not feeling good about the conclusions we reach, but then everything fades to black. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Arya: I am in a classroom working on arts and crafts. I look at my work I am not pleased. For some reason I have been sewing a very crooked line of stitches. I hear a group of girls not far from me whispering… about me? They say they were talking about a Prince who is so handsome and gallant. There is another group of girls with the teacher. I am sitting by myself as happened throughout my actual school years. The teacher comes over and looks at my stitching. She says it will never do. She says I have the hands of a blacksmith. The other girls are all staring, some are laughing… even my sister looks amused. I am embarrassed. I want to leave. I get up and head for the door. The teacher asks where I think I’m going. I’m mad about the blacksmith comment and I tell her I have to shoe a horse. I leave the room and slam the door behind me. I go down some stairs and find my wolf pup at the bottom of the stairs tied up. I untie her and decide to look around. I walk for a while and find a covered bridge with a boy gazing through a window into the combat training yard. I look there and see some kids practicing with wooden swords. One boy is saying he wants to use live steel, and another boy is saying to bring it on, but the instructor won’t allow it. I am still watching when everything fades.
August 6, 1:00am-5:00amI entered a room filled with doors in a circle, a lady was kind enough to clue me in to this careful arrangement into new lands. She said my Love had been trapped inside one of these planes of Oblivion, I was to take my time and choose which one based on how well I knew her. After this I would have a set amount of time to find her or get to the end, if at the end I didn't get her then I chose the wrong door and she was trapped forever. I was allowed to keep all loot I got from the area upon completion. However if I died, I was allowed to keep nothing and would be transported back home while my Love would be trapped forever in the Oblivion Plane. Seemed hard enough, the lady left and I was in a quiet dark room with the only dim light from the doors. I went around to each one and read what showed up, I tried to guess which one she might have gone into but it was hard and I narrowed it down to four choices out of maybe eight or twelve doors. Then I realised I had my phone and quickly used it to my advantage, scrolling through our chats to find one expressing her enthusiasm and joy for a gorgeous flower setting. I used this and chose the door that best said that, there was a door with the word flower in the three word description so I chose it. As soon as I had loaded in I turned back around and was joyed to find I could see the door and go back through it. I saved on my phone just in case and then took the time to look about. It was late day and although bright, the jungle area hid some of the sun. It was pretty much my old home infested with a jungle. I looked for clues on where to start walking and I saw a black thing out of the corner of my right eye. It was a person and a heavy one at that, with medium length black hair and a big black T-shirt. I shouted out to him and said hello, but he just stared and turned to go. I made a move to head towards him but he ran, I figured I could catch up but I really couldn't. He was running faster than any fit person I'd ever seen. In fact, I was beginning to doubt his existence at all when I turned a corner and he had disappeared. This irked me but I made no sign of showing it and instead walked further until I saw another man. This man was more friendly and I gladly told him of my situation. He seemed to know that people did this little run every once in a while, he even mentioned he decided to stay. But the only advice he could give was to climb the mountain behind him and look out to see if I find her. I wasn't keen on the idea but agreed just so I'd have a starting point. He gave a great big smile of approval which made me feel like I knew what I was doing and then he called over a woman I had not seen behind me. She was all like, "another one wanting to climb the mountain!" This made me reconsider my decision and instead I walked with them back to the house behind us, it seemed a safer bet. We stopped on the way to look to my right where a little girl was curled, like a cat, up in a big carved out part of a stone wall. She said other before me had taken their chances at this quest or task or adventure and they either failed mainly, or decided to stay. She said she decided to stay, like my other two friends behind me. Happy to make another acquaintance not wanting to run from me, I smiled and she smiled back. She smiled with a wide purple grin and in shock to me from what I did see, he face was now a cat. A Cheshire cat or rather thee Cheshire cat, the purple one you know from Alice in Wonderland. I thought it creepy but her face faded back to that of a girl quickly and I dismissed it. Instead of asking more questions we all headed into the house we had been headed toward, except now we had one more follower and a weird one at that. In my old home now at night, it was dark so we had the lights on and everyone was in the living room. To which I mean my three friends and myself, we actually had the curtains up so you could see the darkness outside which was weird. I was remembering the person I saw before and saw fit to bring it up now, "Are there any other people here?" I asked in genuine interest and with a slightly puzzled look. The woman who had offered to help me climb up the mountain nodded and quickly responded that there must be atleast fifteen or so. People who had gotten trapped or just chose to stay here, like they chose to stay. She seemed to wonder why I asked, so I was forced to explain when I first came I saw a person but they ran so fast I couldn't catch up and they disappeared. I think I actually attempted to say it was someone spying, but they denied it very hastily. About that time I got a noise from my phone and it lit up some light blue colour on the screen. I checked it instantly, well I tried to but the phone screen kept shutting off. I would later have this problem with saving as well. Anyway, it was from my love and she was telling me she'd find someone else. A guy, with blue eyes, scamp skin and long hair. I think it was meant to make me jealous but it just made me suspicious. Not because of the choice, her choice isn't the matter because she goes for both genders and I'm fairly certain she'd choose personality over looks. It wasn't that, but it was the fact that she chose someone new at all and especially in her situation. I brought this up to my friends and they seemed to believe the message and felt sorry for me, I was fast at assuring them that it must have been fake. But I was beginning to doubt even my "friends" because they seemed to go along with things too easily, I didn't understand how they couldn't see it but I didn't get the chance to. Around the time I was going to explain further, we heard something outside and went to investigate. Outside it was a bit chilly, or perhaps it was just me because I shivered a bit. The darkness made it hard to pick out anything, but above us we heard sounds of planes. Looking up into the sky, which seemed devoid of all stars, we saw two big planes swooping closer and closer and then in a circle and back up again as though to scare us. This time it was easier to convince my friends that it was clearly sent to our location to frighten us, I realise when I looked about it had gotten lighter and you could see more of the green jungle. In fact you could even see fire shooting up from the ground, I looked back up and the planes flew off. So I guessed someone was firing at us, this made us run and at a good pace too. We darted through the jungle followed by a few people and fire balls landing as near to our feet as they could get. We did manage to get away but as I darted into a an area with a little pond, I saw the Orc chasing me die to my right. I looted her body without a second thought, taking two books on dreams and leaving the rest which would be too much for me to carry. Two of my friends were fighting the rest off and failing, I dragged one with me out to a clearing and then realised my mistake when I saw a big Troll clambering toward us. I also didn't think twice when I looted me friend for food and ran, the Troll was busy enough with my friend to not notice my running away and behind a car that was just left nearby. Here I crouched and took some time to save using my phone. By that time the Troll was done with his meal and coming my way, he didn't seem to have knowledge of my being there so I waited. Once he came around though, I panicked a bit and did what I assumed might help. Yelling out a name I can't remember, pointing to the lake, seeing him follow my pointing like lightning and then being confused. Thankfully it was enough time for me to run, but I saw another person near the trees where my friend died and this guy was also a bit heavy but wearing white. I wonder where they got all the food from? This guy though, had attracted the attention of some short alligator species that looked harmless but hungry. The poor guy ran to me for help but I just jumped on a tree and start working my way up. The Troll chased away the Gators and fed on his new meal, while I hopped from tree to tree to get away. I found myself now in a store, I'm sure I fought my way into it. Everything has been a fighting and struggling, I'd be happy to have my reward now. I actually don't remember that girl dying so perhaps she escaped? Funny enough my guess will by answered quite soon. For inside this place was a back door and beyond that was a flower area, I do believe it was a flower shop. On the table I saw a box of seeds and I walked past it until it talked. I forget the words but it said what I had hoped to hear from my other friends, so perhaps something along the lines of nothing here is a coincidence and everything deserves to die. I asked if I could hug her, it sounded like a female, she agreed and I did so with much happiness for I felt here I had found a true friend. Such a true friend she was that she showed me a place near the table that I saw my cat, the one I pushed under the car when wounded to save before. He was dead and sprawled flat out on his stomach. I went to touch him and behind us appeared some sort of ninja warriors in black. Before I could register the attack, the box of seeds had disappeared and before my eyes was a young girl with a fierce look and wielding a katanna. She did somewhat look like the Cheshire cat girl from before, but this never entered my mind until after the dream. Anyway she took care of both of the attackers and I helped a bit of course, but my main blow was a slash from my knife that I have no idea where I got it from. I slashed a lady that looked like the eyepatch lady from Kill Bill, she even mentioned her eye but I didn't notice and cut her cheek as she ran away. I would have gone after her, but I was exhausted and instead took the time to praise my new partner for her killing skills. Once again without knowledge of how I got there, I found myself at a church atleast I think it was a church because it had priests. My new friend and I didn't hesitate to kill them of course. Because why would we question a few murders for no reason? Anyway I went upstairs, I was still using my knife and killed the last guy there. Then to my left I saw a tall woman perched, if I remember correctly she looked like a harpy but more human like. She said she almost mistook me for a vampire, Dracula, by the way I had been mercilessly killing things. I did look down to think that over but it seemed like she was going to fight me. So I guess I'd gotten sick of the game at this point, trying to find someone in a massive jungle based around your old neighborhood can be fun when pointed in the right direction. But I was now becoming like everyone else here, straying from the task so much so that it is forgotten and I just want to stay. So I pulled up an Oblivion command menu and killed her, then I used movetoqt to teleport myself to my Love. Who was in a cleared out part of the jungle, on a stand like she was a trophy. The lady who gave me this task was near and she pointed to a chest after congratulating me. I guess it doesn't matter if I cheat. I was able to choose a reward and I chose one that I thought suited us, myself and my Love, gloves named "Fingers of The Deep...or was it Deep Fingers?" Well I thought it was funny and It was one of the two anyway. After that the dream ended.
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