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    1. 18-01-27 Lots of Hallucinations

      by , 01-27-2018 at 10:23 PM
      I had a lot more of these waking hallucinations I've been having since two days ago. I remember little of their content, but they all felt so... significant. Like it's not supposed to be able to happen. I recall a remote viewing event, wanting to know the time and 'seeing' a clock through my closed eyes, and more cool shenanigans. I had an amazing degree of control over their content. Like I was controlling the story through my fantasies, fantasies that manifested themselves right in front of me. Like I was the character and 'director' of my dream at the same time.

      There was a moment I fantasized about meeting 'her'. The scene that unfolded in front of me was me walking up to a stage, manned by a full crew (like light and sound guys, stuff like that). I thought I'd prefer some privacy for an encounter like this, but I went along with in, anyway. I approached what looked like a wooden shape of an airplane (?) on the set. I couldn't see her, but knew 'she' was in the right seat. I took the seat next to her.

      The story continued and went off some wild tangent, and I wondered if I hadn't strayed too far from the original plot.

      One of the hallucinations turned a bit violent. Some guy did something that made me very angry, and I think I somehow got him onto the ground. I woke up feeling such intense hatred, adrenaline literally coursing through my veins. The hallucination turned to mere fantasy as I woke. I fantasized about smashing his skull to bits with a baseball bat. As my awareness of the real world got stronger, the hate subsided and I calmed down.

      Another hallucination happened while I was listening to the newest album of Carbon Based Lifeforms. I went from dream to wakefulness so sudden, I could 'hear the silence', and suddenly regaining my hearing and hearing the music. Like my consciousness went 'online' a second or so before my hearing did.

      In another dream I was being flown around a tropical environment (I think it was supposed to be the Miami area, but it looked 'flooded' and primitive somehow. Somewhat post-apocalyptic yet fully inhabited. Watching the other guy fly somehow made me realize I could do it myself. I was in the water (hard to explain again, water surrounded by shanty town houses/buildings, and had to scale a high wall. The others just flew up and over it, but I had trouble taking off from the water. I found a chair, partially submerged and attached to a wall, and decided to climb on it to give me a little boost. That's when I woke up.

      Updated 01-29-2018 at 03:11 PM by 17412

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      non-lucid
    2. Hilltop Eagle View

      by , 01-27-2018 at 07:44 PM
      Morning of December 20, 2010. Monday.



      This is a short summary of one segment only.



      On a clear mid-afternoon, I am at the top of a high hill upon which there are no manmade buildings or vehicles. I am in a peaceful field with green knee-high grass. There is a verdant forest on two sides, the one to my left being denser. A young girl (who is likely a young version of Zsuzsanna) of about ten, dressed in informal clothes including blue jeans, approaches from the sparser forest and cheerfully starts talking to me. She has binoculars and wants me to look through them. Looking through the binoculars after she passes them to me from my right, I see a large American eagle. It flies in various directions at about three different distances. After time passes, the eagle lands on a branch and looks in my direction, but not continuously. The binoculars seem to dissolve in my hands after it has landed on the branch. Eventually, time seems to pass, though only about fifteen minutes, and yet the girl seems a few years older when I see her again. She stands, holding a tall narrow wooden staff, in the middle of a white sandy pathway with trees on each side.



      This is RAS mediation via the personified preconscious as remaining passive (due to my willingness to watch the eagle through the girl’s prompting) for the rectification of vestibular system ambiguity (preparatorily symbolized by the eagle) in semi-lucidity. The field is autosymbolism for liminal space and the pathway is the emergent consciousness conduit. Being on the hill is autosymbolism for being closer to full consciousness. Zsuzsanna typically appears in my dreams more to my left if she is still asleep and to my right when she is awake, especially if up and walking around. This may be due to sleeping on my left side with my right side openly exposed to my real environment, where RAS mediation is dominantly directed. This is virtually the same waking symbolism, though with different details, as early childhood dreams, including the “Patches” series. It is in direct contrast to “Two Intruders Give Me a Talon” from 2015, where the dominant preconscious comes into liminal space, autosymbolized as the porch of our current home, to force me to grow a condor-like talon on my right hand for the non-lucid metaphorical rectification of vestibular system ambiguity, which is the biological factor of falling and flying dreams. Resupplemented Saturday, 27 January 2018.



      2010DEC20(L3.1) Foundational affirmation: “I am the continuity of my greatest strength and most beneficial viewpoint.”


    3. Pizza Delivery by Boat

      by , 01-27-2018 at 08:50 AM
      Morning of January 27, 2018. Saturday.



      The usual water induction begins, but I lose my main threads of lucidity (which is often deliberate, as I often prefer what non-lucid dreams can render as a learning experience, and additionally, lucidity often randomly returns later in the sleep cycle anyway), though my dream remains very vivid. I find myself at our present address after the usual forest lakes and river scenes.

      The surfaces of the streets are replaced by water (lifelong recurring feature) but there is no association with flooding or seeing it as an unusual or “wrong” feature. It seems to be about nine o’clock at night.

      Apparently, we had ordered pizza, though there only seems to be one pizza when the boat arrives and the deliverer, a young unfamiliar male, bends down to hand it to me. For some reason, there is no payment made.

      The unknown young male has slight difficulty in backing up from the curb in front of our house. I cheerfully advise him, “Don’t bang into the sign.” (This is in reference to the “GIVE WAY” sign that, due to recent street widening, is fairly close to the middle of the street now, near the intersection.) He shows no emotion and continues to back out. There is a loud but very pleasant jingling sound, which has something to do with the movement of the boat, though this event does not really make much sense unless there is a large set of wind chimes somewhere on the boat. (It is almost as if the sound is coming from elsewhere regardless of the association.)

      Later, with the implication of time passing or changing, it now seems to be afternoon. I see young males riding ATVs down the street (east) and performing tricks, and I feel somewhat annoyed by their antics. The surface of the street, at least closer to the curb, is now mainly mud.



      We have not had pizza from a takeout restaurant since we got very ill from severe food poisoning (our oldest son being hospitalized for about a week). Even so, we did not have pizza delivered here, as the places were just down the street.

      The presence of water or water rising (which symbolizes sleep) is autosymbolism for entering the dream state, while water lowering over time, or being replaced by mud or some other feature (or no longer being present at all) is autosymbolism for leaving the dream state. This has been the case on a day-to-day basis since early childhood, for over fifty years.

      The jingling association is based on chimes (which I often bump into) being near the bathroom door. The area near the curb was actually muddy in real life recently. They had put in a corner section with a ramp, but no other part of a sidewalk has been added in weeks.


      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. A Strange Pool Game

      by , 01-27-2018 at 06:11 AM
      Morning of January 27, 2018. Saturday.



      This dream is of a situation that has occurred in a number of dreams since the 1980s, though always with very different details. It involves playing a computer game or video game on a flat screen and the imagery becoming a “real” scene, typically without my dream self even noticing. However, in cases of a television scene becoming “real” (or in some cases, a photograph in a book or magazine), such dreams have occurred since earliest memory.

      In this case, Marilyn (older half-sister on my mother’s side, April 25, 1942-February 13, 2014), is present. So is my lovely wife Zsuzsanna (married April 9, 1994 to present day). We seem to be in the Loomis Street house, in the area near the open division of the living room and dining room, where I am facing the dining room (west). I focus on an unusual game that our youngest son had been playing, but I am now playing it. It involves a playing field like pool, but there seems to be only one pocket, in a corner. Various creatures of different sizes sit on the pool table and one needs to make sure they get the ball into the pocket before the animal gets it and makes the game more difficult to play.

      I play it for a while, finding it nearly impossible. There is also some sort of gun whereby one can shoot at the animal, but it is very hard to hit for some reason.

      As I am playing, Marilyn says something about going out to buy a meal, talking about a hamburger, seeming to ask if I want one. I nod lightly. Meanwhile, the scene in the game becomes “real”. That is, there is now an actual pool table in the room, completely replacing the previous computer setup. My dream self does not notice or care. I am near one corner. There is a cat on the top of the table, though I am aware it is “computer generated” (even though it is a “real” cat). I am able to manually reach over and pick up the ball, which is rubber and light gray, and make it go into the pocket simply by holding it over the hole and dropping it. I am not sure if this is the right way to play the game, but it works very well and otherwise seems like a no-brainer.

      A different cat and ball appears and I perform the same act again prior to waking. My sense of touch as I pick up, hold, and drop the rubber ball is very vivid and enhanced.


    5. Dream - Hungry Hippo & Technological Dream Guide

      by , 01-27-2018 at 03:49 AM
      Date of Dream: SAT 27 JAN - 2018



      Dream No. 271 - Separated Sections

      Dream 271 A - Hungry Hippo
      I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was running away from something. It was beside a river and there was a big animal in the water that was chasing me, I wasn't aware of what it was at the start. I am running and running and eventually, I have to jump on some platforms like I'm in a platforming game. The animal had swung it's head up to try and get me but it would always just missed.

      When I got to the end of the river, I stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. The animal then came to the end of the river and popped it's head out; it was a pink coloured hippo! Rather than it being aggressive and trying to eat me, it was just now sitting there, doing nothing and rather just occasionally snorting at me. I had a better examination of the hippo and I said to myself as well as adoringly to the hippo, “Aaaaaah... It's actually Murray”. I came up to the hippo and gave it a pat on the nose, it had it's mouth slightly open and its eyes slightly closed, like it was enjoying itself and trying to smile at me.

      I rushed off to get my mobile phone so I could take a picture of it. By the time I had gotten back, the hippo had gone. I thought to myself, “I guess the hippo didn't want its picture taken. The dream ended there.

      Dream 271 B - Technological Dream Guide
      I don't remember much of this dream either. This dream took place in my local area. Someone that I have forgotten the identity of had met up with me in front of the local primary school and assigned me a task and said that I had one minute to complete it. I went down the hill and back to the house to tell everyone there what was going on. In the dream, there were heaps of strangers in the driveway and these were the people I was explaining everything to... None of the dream took place inside the house.

      A scene must have played that I didn't witness, because the next thing I remember was sharing some handy gadgets that were mysteriously claimed to be given to me by Dreamy WB. There were two things that were given to me; a checkpoint flag with a base as well as some hard to describe flying contraption. I told them all, “my dream guide gave me a checkpoint, so in case anyone dies, they can come back here and start again. And then she also have me this flying helicopter-like piece which will make it easier for me to reach the enemy on the top of the hill”.

      I then said to the people, “We need to decide where we are going to place this checkpoint”. It took a while to place down because everyone was debating about where it should go. Eventually, I went with what I thought and placed it in the corner between the bins and the trailer beside the garage. I can't remember what else happened in the dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:
      - None



      In case anyone is curious; the hippo was just like a real life one, the only difference was that instead of it being a dirty grey colour, it was a clean candy pink with not many folds in its skin.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. High Tide

      by , 01-27-2018 at 01:08 AM
      INT. SEASIDE VILLA - NIGHT

      Rescue helicopters head out to sea on a mission during a storm. I know that their rotors have more than four blades a piece--even though they are in flight. (Perhaps my consciousness has a high frame rate or a high-speed shutter?) The waves encroach upon the house as the tide comes in. Peering out the open French windows, I worry about tsunamis, as in past dreams.

      Dreams? You mean, like this one? Why, yes, this is a dream, isn't it?

      Lucidity.

      A wave washes toward the house, almost touching the wall. I ignore my surroundings and try to achieve stability by rubbing my hands together. This is the first time I actually remember to try the technique. I can feel my astral hands rubbing together, but I don't know if it helped me stay asleep. Next I try to spin around, but I can't. Then I awake.


      As I lie awake, the purple afterglow remains a while: This time, instead of origami, it is an image of what looks like a hurricane seen from space, or a spiral galaxy, rotating counter-clockwise. I see individual flakes of purple or fat violet stars swirling lazily around at a period of perhaps ten seconds per rotation—although only about six seconds elapse. I close my eyes tightly and the image persists. The plane of the galaxy is tilted down about thirty degrees from edge-on. It finally fades. I note that the content of the purple window relates generally to the storm in the dream.

      That thumping sound you hear is my patting myself on the back in congratulation for having averaged one LD per week in the past month!

      Updated 01-27-2018 at 01:17 AM by 92227

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      lucid