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#515

Work lets of early. I go outside and there is a full carnival in the parking lot. I see a lot of free food and the rides are free for all employees.

I an in some hallway and there is a dude acting weird in. The keeps making do things I dont like and it creeps me out.

I am at home. I get my gun out and load it. It looks really strange and I feel something is off. It is way too large and made of clear purplish-pink plastic. Some random part breaks off.

I am now outside near a creek. My wife has a very strange Rodney King looking man come visit. Hes weird and I dont like him. I say he has to leave. I still have my gun but i have unloaded so I use it to chase him away. It fires fully automatic. I am shocked that I almost shoot him, but kind of shit I had.

I look at the creek water and notice how trippy it all looks. Lucidity is triggered. I put my face in really shallow water expecting a deep underwater scene but the visuals never materialize. I feel myself floating away. I resist at first but decided to let go. I float way out but something sucks me back to looking at the shallow creek water. The dream is unstable and I almost worry about waking up. I remember worrying about that is a bad idea so I decide to do something else. There is a distorted Asian man on the other side. I fly to him and for some reason I squeeze cheeks. I don't linger. I've got to keep moving to keep the dream going.

There is a lot of random running around that I don't fully recall. I think I should have a goal but I know that if I think about it too much Ill lose the dream.

I end chasing a woman in a motorized wheel chair. I partly morph into my werewolf form and run on all fours. We are in a grocery store. She's a dog now. We slip between shelves knocking products out of the way and knocking people over. Every time I almost catch her I slip on slick tile or tabletops. My paws cant get a good grip and I run in place a lot just like my pets in waking life. There is another dog lounging under my dining room table. I slowly creep under there to talk to it. I wake up before I get the chance.

Morning of September 19, 2017. Tuesday.



In the first part of my dream, in the first non-lucid segment, I am in a typical scenario where I am in a bookstore (or what is firstly perceived as one) and looking at various comic books and graphic novels. This goes on for a long time as I gather a stack together to keep. The books are unfamiliar, thus new to me, though some are implied to be older (as far back as the 1970s).

At this stage, the personified preconscious is present as a younger unfamiliar male. Curiously, he is painting, as if there was also an art studio here. It is not much bigger than A4 size and lying on the table that I am sitting at eventually. It seems to be a landscape with flowers in the foreground.

I tell him how I had painted, with a paint-by-number kit when I was a boy, two skulls. I explain how they were two singular portraits of skeletal pirates, shown from about the chest up. (This is based on a real-life event and thus atypically, is a real memory.) He said he had never heard of them. “Oh, they were quite popular,” I reply. I then go on to describe how my older brother Earl had started a very large paint-by-number of the Mona Lisa, but had never finished. (This was also a real event, from the early 1970s.)

Eventually, I decide to walk out of what now seems like a second-hand store. I have a stack of graphic novels and comic books at least a foot high. However, it seems confused with the free bookstore, where (in real life) there is no one present other than the patrons and one is trusted to trade books of equal value on their own. A cashier, an older unfamiliar female, stops me by asking what I am doing. She is at a counter to my right. Apparently, I have to pay for the books, possibly a lot of money, which I do not have on me, which I tell her. I also protest in that I tell her I had left food on a previous visit. It does not seem to matter to her. I still apparently have to pay for these books now.

I take out my wallet and the contents of my right pants pocket and see that I have only coins, which I place on the counter, which has now suddenly shifted to the opposite side of the room and farther back from the entrance of the store - a subliminally willed (non-lucid dream control) attempt at reinduction, that is, I had consciously but subliminally willed the counter back from my dream’s implied exit point as well as shifting it from the right to the left, as right is more typical of waking symbolism orientation. (The checkout of a store symbolizes a specific level of emergent consciousness as a common liminal space end marker in my dreams, fully understood as such since I was very young. This does not mean every dream ends shortly after a checkout is rendered, but it does indicate a precursor to an expected shift in consciousness, not necessarily full wakefulness, though that is often the case).

The preconscious factors had transmuted from the artist (which symbolizes potential lucidity, though my non-lucid dream self does not realize this) to the elderly female cashier, though an unfamiliar male with a beard joins her on her right (the same orientation Zsuzsanna and I are presently sleeping in). The other male looks at my coins. Three of them are unusual in that they are mostly featureless other than having an embossed circle on them. “These are tally-hoes,” he says. This seems to mean that they may not be coins for buying something but possibly for use with public transport, or perhaps of little value. (Of course, “Tally-ho”, here an absentminded association with tallying up the total price as in “tally whole cost”, is here also a codeword for the waking transition analogous as the dream self hunting for the fox, which represents the precursor to coalescence back into conscious self identity and critical thinking skills or cleverness which the dream self does not typically possess.)

From here, my mode of non-lucid dream control increments. I decide to leave the store with the books anyway, by teleporting and phasing through the entrance door without opening it (another form of subliminal reinduction, that is, even though I do not know I am dreaming, I deliberately manipulate it, a very common state of in-dream awareness for me).

Still, they are heavy to carry, but I do not mind that much. It seems to be late at night. I notice that the moon is of an unusual appearance as a number of unusual clouds encircle it. The moon imagery is within the blue sky even though the rest of the sky is dark. Understanding that this image of the nighttime sky is absurd, I now become fully lucid and I decide to actively change and sustain my dream.

The first act I perform is to joyfully throw my books onto the ground, as there is no sense in carrying them (or to be weighed down by them) in the dream state. I feel physically lighter and very happy to realize I am dreaming due to lifelong understanding of taking full conscious self advantage of this state. I enter apex lucidity and decide to create a park and have a sustained and augmented sexual encounter with Zsuzsanna. After this, I will it again. Parts of my body are “buzzing” with pleasure and our climaxes are extended (probably due to the Tetris effect from so many real-life events). However, I eventually shift into a different form of lucidity, where my dream is so realistic, that my dream self starts to question if my real physical body is somehow walking around (which of course is a ridiculous thought, but this has happened in past lucid dreams of a higher and sustained form), so I decide to initiate waking to find that I (that is, my sleeping physical body) had not moved at all. Still, there is something about the bliss, freedom, and even perceived safety of apex lucidity that is hard to describe.

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Fragment 1: I was asking if I could join a fake gang that my friend's little sister was in. She said no because her friend was leading the gang.
Fragment 2: After that, I entered a classroom and saw that a classmate had brought a tiny laptop with him. After that, he went on the twitter account of a crappy low quality CGI movie, and then watched it there. It involved a penguin getting a group of four other creatures ready for takeoff in order to complete one of their missions. While that was playing I had It Is The Parabola by Bull of Heaven playing in a playlist, but instead of it is the parabola, it was called "it is parabola (creator's concept)" and instead of the one hour long experimental reversed jam that I am used to, it played this soothing acoustic music. I then woke up because of my alarm. DANG SCHOOL DAYS!!!