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Morning of January 9, 2018. Tuesday.



This is part five of my prefatory series. It will only be viable (within a main index) on my main dream journal. So far, I have explained, as concisely as I could, four common dream components.

I have included hypnagogia and sleep paralysis in the same entry despite, in my own (apparently unique) experience; the two events are completely unrelated despite numerous articles I have read that link them together. For me, reading articles about hypnagogia or sleep paralysis is pointless and here is why:

People talk about “suffering” from sleep paralysis or hypnagogia, or that it “scares” them, which has never made any sense to me. They describe “dark figures”, “evil”, a malevolent presence, and so on as if they had some sort of tangibility or potential influence. Sorry people, this is something I have very limited experience with, even in tens of thousands of dreams in my over fifty years of study. There are exceptions, though these have been validated to mostly relate to biologically premonitory events or sometimes rare apnea caused by a combination of eating too close to the sleeping period and while sleeping on my back.

For me, if I find myself in sleep paralysis, I seek to embrace and enhance the experience. I do this by deliberately rolling my eyes up towards my forehead, which typically intensifies the perception of a loving entity being present and sometimes I am annoyed when I feel “she” is gone (though I never see her in this state). I sometimes hear a very pleasing humming sound (which I sometimes perceive as moving in a figure eight above me). I usually feel waves of pleasure moving through my body, from head to toe and back. Eventually, I usually, if I hold the state long enough, feel a rising sensation. I do not see any imagery while in sleep paralysis, I only have enhanced touch and sound, sometimes buzzing (even tangible lovemaking - female on top, especially one event with Zsuzsanna before I came to Australia to be with her). I also perceive in a completely different way than during hypnagogic sequences.

Now, I will go on to describe hypnagogia, which I also find very enjoyable. Since childhood, I like to remain in hypnagogia for at least an hour or more. During this time, which is always wholly lucid (and always had been, even as a toddler), I like to step into and out of dreams by way of conscious will, though I have to wait for the sequence to slow down. This is because when it first starts, it is very rapid, dream settings changing from more than one per second, though gradually becoming slower over time until it is a rate of about one setting every five seconds. Eventually, when it slows down to about ten seconds per change of setting, I step into a setting of my choice. I have done this since earliest memory and it is a very vivid and intriguing experience, but I never mistake it for being real in any way, though I do often slip into non-lucidity. (I did not realize that other people were not like this until I was about eighteen years old. I had read a little about it, mostly in dictionaries, but did not really read that many articles relating to this state. Imagine my surprise, especially when some people call it a “medical problem”. Much of the world is, sadly, very stupid.)

Most feasible settings in hypnagogia are vivid and colorful outdoor settings. This includes beautiful forests with rivers, lakes, and waterfalls (which I have viewed on a day-to-day basis all my life), neighborhoods with interesting houses, farmyards, train stations, and so on. Sometimes it is a beautiful underwater scene (such as coral or sea fans and various species of fish), which I most often just watch without entering (even though I can breathe underwater in the dream state). Sometimes the settings will seem to rapidly shake from side to side, slowly dissolve, to be replaced by some sort of grid or abstract pattern (typically like leaves floating in water and quivering) before becoming a different setting. Such an event usually only occurs once or twice in a sleeping period. For example, in one instance when I was a young boy, I was watching chickens walk around in a farmyard, some of them pecking at the ground (this was before my father decided to change our rabbit farm into a chicken farm). As I continued to view the scene, there was a very subtle roaring sensation and a sort of fizzing effect, and leaf-like patterns that replaced the setting after it quivered side to side (with no actual movement on my part, that is, no movement of my physical body or perceived movement of my dream self).

This is only one form of hypnagogia. Other types are too surreal to view as a legitimate place to “enter”. Curiously, zooming in or out, and longer panning sequences, as seen in movies, had never occurred in my dreams until I had watched television for the first time. To me, this is a very important realization. It tells me that watching television or movies creates a very profound change in the nature of perception. I have never read of anyone else facing up to this fact. This is ironic, in that hypnagogia itself rarely presented anything I had ever seen in waking life, which ultimately convinced me that something else was going on, though I am still not sure what.

Other forms of this state vary. For example, there is a state where I coalesce with other figures, typically only experiencing bliss or an amazing sensation. Glowing human forms (of different implied ages) jump into my chest, making me feel healthier or more vibrant.

There is a state where dream characters also rapidly change, yet while the setting is fully stable, sometimes faster than once per second (which has served as a reinduction trigger in stabilizing lucidity if it has faded, when I begin to become aware of this after about ten minutes).

In still another state, dream characters seem very odd. They may be only half-formed, or they walk around and phase through bushes or walls and sometimes get stuck.

In other states, I am able to summon (solely through automatic expectation) whatever vivid experience I choose. This is typically coalescence with other entities and is always a satisfying energizing experience, and is always near a body of water (such as a river, lake, waterfall, water park, campground, or swimming pool) usually in daylight. I sometimes marvel at the beauty of the water as the surface reflects certain patterns yet simultaneously reveals what is under the surface. As such, I may jump in and out of numerous dreams (at the rate of about one per minute or more) of this nature in about an hour.

Due to how I am apparently different from most people in this way, this particular entry is probably of no use to people who “suffer” from their dreams or dream states. Why am I different? On the one hand, I was a ten-month baby instead of a nine-month baby. While my mother “almost bled to death” giving birth (according to reports), she very quickly recovered. On the other hand, some people have claimed it is related to healing myself after my accident as a toddler when I nearly lost my left hand (when a large shard from a broken mug sliced through my wrist and out the side of my forearm). The nerves and tendons were supposedly too damaged (and reconnected incorrectly in surgery) to ever work again. Somehow though, after I willed myself to gain use of my hand (while both awake and sleeping), the nerves and tendons, even though they had been connected wrongly, began to work to where my hand had full use (with no difference in how I perceived which fingers I was moving as might be expected). Whether or not my deliberate healing of myself through different levels of consciousness changed how I became more aware of other levels of consciousness and their symbolic dynamics, remains unsolved, but it does make sense, as I am typically aware of what dream symbolism is representing as it is occurring, something that most people do not seem able to understand.

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This started as a strange SP that I had. I get Lucid after checking to see if I was able to move after knowing full well that I was in SP. I was able to. I did a quick reality check just to make sure by checking how I felt here. I was feeling odd and floaty and knew that I made it into the dream. I get up out of my dark room and walk through the short hallway and out into the dinning room. I checked the living room and no one was there, the coach my mom sleeps on was empty and all I saw was a white and red vertically striped sheet. I went on through the kitchen, down the basement and saw that my dog was there. He came up from the basement and was glad to see me. I smiled at him and headed on out the door to outside that was night and very dark out. After a while I think about Ninjor and use a recent technique that I have unlocked and start thinking about him liking me and having a crush on me. He was there but he was in a fight with the psycho Red ranger and as I was watching them fight I am almost blindsided by Robo knight who is a mechanical ranger from Hyper force. I jumped out of the way just in time as he blurred by me in an attempt to grab me. I though about that burning mechanical smell that I get when I look at him and avoided him. Ninjor saw what was going on, kicked Psycho Red off of him and chased after Robo Knight, leaving me with that Psycho Red. Ninjor realized what happened and so did Robo knight who is a good guy and started heading back. Psycho Red spotted me and start coming after me. I ran and then I realized that we are standing one a huge robots arm. My eye opened while I was sleep and what that was, was Megazord shoulder close to my vision. I made my way down and the Psycho ranger followed but Ninjor headed him off on his cloud and the Robo knight was there next to me. I quickly got away from him before he decides to grab and burn me. But knew Ninjor was leaving him there with me to protect me from any more baddies.

I'm standing ankle deep in a beautiful, alien looking lake. It's warm, so shallow, that water looks white. I zoom in on many sailboats and speedboats, and people swimming and having fun. I'm talking to someone, when I decide to walk further in to the lake to see bigger part of it. I can see the distant shores.

The lake is white, very tranquil and inviting. The low hills surrounding the lake are very rocky. Huge boulders, nicely shaped by wind and water. Some are standing and balancing on other huge boulders. Makes you wonder how they don't fall over. The colors are a bit washed out by the distance, but I can make out colors of deep reds, yellows and, well, desert like colors. Oh, I have a feeling we are in Texas. We went there for a wedding. But then when we talk about coming there again later, we realize it's not gonna be that easy, because this could also by Libya.

I love dreams with water, beautiful vistas. And this was one of them. Thank you, subC!

Alright I don't remember too much detail in this dream but I'm at the Lakeshore Apartments and it is day time. I'm out in the back near some woods and I can see an over cast shadow of leaves and branches. I'm Lucid and for some reason I think about Ninjor again. He was spotted farther up near the park that is shared with the rest of the community. There are kids there in which Ninjor loves to play with and I he is playfully flying around them of his cloud and talking to them. The kids love him and then Ninjor spots me looking at him from near the woods. He flies over to me still on the cloud and as he dose that I ran into the nearby woods. Ninjor flew near them but didn't go into them, lost sight of me and went into the front part of the apartments nd out into the parking lot, looking for me. I realized I needed to get out of the woods before something happens to me. I do that and I see Ninjor who has flown off somewhere.

In the dream, I seem to have traveled to some sort of large family gathering at an unfamiliar location. It is the last day before we go our separate ways, and so I speak with my aunt and uncle, arranging a time to meet up tomorrow morning, since we’ll be returning together. It’s better to get the planning out of the way now rather than try to do it at the party tonight, I explain.

Later on, I’ve gone somewhere nearby but higher up, by a park on a hill. In the middle of a well-kept green area is a large statue of the Brothers Grimm. There is another green hill off to one side with a row of tiny houses around the base, and stuck into the hillside is a large stone plaque, round with a wavy outline. Across the top, a few names are engraved, and below, a body of text in a smaller size.

There’s a police officer nearby, and I get into a conversation with him. The part of it I can still recall went like this:

“You could live in that house.”

It is the house nearest to us that he’s talking about, a sort of cabin-like structure. The door is wide open, so I can see that it is vacant. I can also see that it is ridiculously tiny, which would probably explain why. I tell him I can’t live possibly there: there isn’t even enough room to lie down inside.

“You could sleep in the park,” he says, undeterred. “And keep food in the house.”

This is a bit odd coming from someone whose job, as I understand it, involves keeping people from sleeping in parks. I must have said something expressing my doubt as to whether that was allowed because he then—in the manner of someone who’s lived in a town all his life and apparently knows everything significant that’s happened there since the dawn of civilization—asks me if I’ve heard of a certain person—a Greek name, but I can’t recall it any longer. I thought I did—a young man, a Greek general from the early 20th century—but he replied that it was actually someone else who was associated with him somehow.

This man, explained the officer, had spent a night sleeping on the statue itself. I look over and see that Wilhelm, on the right, is holding a scroll that looks like it would make a natural perch for the venturesome and bored. And not only did this man not get in trouble for it—the policeman is very emphatic about this—they put his name on the plaque along with the other famous people who had been there to visit the site. The point being, I guess, that nobody would hold it against me, either.

And after that, I was down in the area with my family again until I woke up around four in the morning.

(13.1.18)

Date of Dream: SUN 14 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 262 - Separated Sections

Dream 262 A - Neighbourhood Vandalism (Nightmare!)
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was taking a walk around the local neighbourhood. There were all these houses around that had weird features on them and as I got further and further, they got weirder and weirder. Soon, I came to the realisation that the houses were being vandalised. Just as I was heading out of the area, some houses were even blown up and destroyed with debris everywhere. I was in disbelief at what I was seeing.

When I got on to Wellington Road, my mum was there and I told her all the destroyed, messed up houses I saw. I told her that something wasn't right and stayed really close to her when walking up the road. When we were about half way up the hill, this man stops us and he has a gun with him. As much as I tried to hide behind my mum, the man actually shot me and forced me to wake up in a terrified state.

Dream 262 B - Let Me Be
I don't remember much of this dream at all. I was in my current house to start with and there were all the Christmas decorations around the place, the set-up looking way neater than our efforts in real life. Later on, I was at some random place and there was a party going on. I tried to sing something over the top of already playing music but for some reason, my dad got really angry at me. Instead of stepping back, I became very defensive and tried to “blast at him with a turret on a car”. That's all I can remember about this dream.



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