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Created Wednesday 31 October 2018

Got fragments today, which includes a short DILD.

Scrap Group 1
Another Seinfeld dream?

Riding around an elementary school bus, of all things. Someone's giving a lecture on patience and leadership. I step out, and accompany an unknown young black girl to her class. She complained about the lesson, but I assured her it would be useful in time. The moment I entered her class, I suddenly became aware. I claimed I was late for a meeting. The girl insisted that she'd give me a ride there, but I declined; after all, how could she even manage such? I was making my way out of an office, when these young punks insulted me. I ignored them, and blurted something about their comedy needing work. The dream collapsed shortly after.

At home. Out in the driveway, mom almost unwittingly ran over my niece. I scold ma for her carelessness. But, she didn't seem all that concerned, much to my outrage.

lx. 28th or 29th of October

Dream fragment:
Something about some "stragglers"? I remember a location, from a bird's eye point of view, it was rural, there was a big mansion/manor in the middle. Remember going there and being told to try the stragglers. Remember another dream location supposedly nearby. Looked a bit like a dump inside, it was like a giant metal container, not unlike a shipping container but bigger.

Some sort of dwarf-like people, these stragglers. I was here to mine some titanium ore or something, and they hadn't been able to find any but I did.

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lxi. today, 31st of October

Dream fragment:
Something about my partner wanting pizza.

Dream fragment:
A dream that was half-real half-game? Everything was fine but then there was some sort of war? Remember building blocky planes or vehicles and wondering if I couldn't just stay behind to do important logistics instead of flying off.

At some point in this dream I remember a living room of some sort and some pizza, a tv and a sofa...

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Some notes about the dreaming:

• The first dream fragment feels related to the story I started writing a couple of weeks ago as a dreaming script. I have been thinking about that story but not writing a lot on it because of my tiredness.
• The war dream and building a plane probably comes from recently trying out the game "Besiege".

Some general waking-life notes:

• I've been a bit too tired recently and just can't get up or wake up at the time I want to, and it has happened I've gone to bed later than I wanted to as well.
• Lately I've been thinking about why certain elements never come up in dreams; such as reflective surfaces and some of things I do in waking life (such as painting and drawing).
• There have been mornings where I did initially recall a small dream fragment lately, but several times I had to get up and get on with something else and I'd forget the fragments or not have focused enough on them initially to be able to make a mental or written note.
• I have been practicing reality checks quite often and especially trying to make note of when things could potentially be dream elements. But the intention or the check muscle memory doesn't seem to be carrying over at all into dreams at the moment. Maybe I need to read more again, that seems to stimulate something different.

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Scoring:
+ Previous score: 60.5

+ This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 1.5
++ Recall a non-lucid fragment * 3: 1.5

= Total score thus far: 62.0

It begins with me commenting that a bunch of people had left their stuff behind in this big bus-type vehicle. Me and others start going through everything, realizing that there was quite a lot of stuff, plus a whole bunch of drawers. Little things keep falling out of overheard compartments, once a big coin, another time a folder. Somewhere along the way I start thinking of the people as students, as there are a lot of notebooks and textbooks. There’s also this partition full of clothes I’m excited to explore.

Suddenly the tone changes. The bus had been in an accident.

I remember carefully making my way to a bathroom and washing my hair, like something had gotten in it. There were multiple used towels and I had to decide one which to dry my hair off with.

I’m following my sister as she walks toward an Asian women standing beside some tables with lids made of wood. As we approach, my sister says, ‘Don’t worry, this is my little sister.” The woman still seems worried but she allows me to help. We need to empty all these cases of valuables fast because bad guys could be coming.

I’ve got a handful of these golf ball size rocks when she tells me to “get the stones”, and I look over and see different colored shining small stones.
There is an Asian boy standing in front of me, about nine years old. The woman watches in horror as he takes an earring and pierces my thumb with it. I’m trying to keep calm (even though I felt no pain). The woman says, “He’s trying to scar you.” I hand him the next earring, a blue stone in it, and he repeats the process (old earring gone).

It’s fuzzy here but there was a bad guy, and as we were trying to get away, we came across the severed head a black guy who had been on our side. Another guy (who reminds me of Chris Farley) was missing, and the bad guy pointed and said ‘he’s there’. It was the place of the accident. It looked like a steel railing had been rammed into.

I run into the clothes partition, clothes strewn everywhere. I get down and start crawling into the corner through them, confident that there’s a way out there.

I’m outside and see three orange cats in different places, and I know that they belong to the students from the bus. I say something like ‘this is why I didn’t bring my cats, they’re indoor only’. I feel like just before I said that, I questioned where mine were. I also remember there was another scene of looking in a wooden pen at three fluffy cats of mixed colors.

My sister is driving me in some small vehicle while I pretend to be injured. I’m at the front of the vehicle lying on my back on a slab of wood. She kept getting mad at people in the way, and there was this one man in particular who jumped from a bike or something into the back of a van where the doors were open. He’s crouched inside looking out at us when my sister suddenly spits at him. The man says something about ‘fire’ and I felt that something was wrong about that. Should not be fire but something else. Then I spit too and hit the back of the passenger seat. I was waiting for the reaction, because my spit was acid.

I don’t know where this fits in, but I was talking to my friend Cole and I said something like ‘oh no, we left our cards at the bleachers’. We had already picked up most of them but left behind some less desirable ones. I got excited thinking about this one there of Pizza from Food Fantasy, but assured Cole that it would be wrong to steal it even when the owner left it behind. The cards themselves were actually floating, shimmering over the seats and you just touched them to obtain them.

Inspirations:
Clothes: When am I not thinking of clothes lately.
Sister: Been thinking about her lately, we’re doing a movie night soon.
Earrings: I think it was yesterday that my mom told me about this trick to clean tarnished earrings.
Orange cats: My own new cat and an outside cat I saw/talked about recently.
Cats in pen: Saw a gif of a dog squeezing in with another dog into a cage thing yesterday.
Cards, Pizza: From the current event in an app game I play called Food Fantasy. Maybe also from Magical Days: The Brats’ Parade since I’m playing an event there too.

Created Tuesday 30 October 2018

Got a DILD/DIELD to note, along with some fragments and non-dream states.

Scrap Group 1
In a school's cafeteria.

Watching Seinfeld. Kramer is having invasive surgery done to him due to a common illness gone wrong. Still, he was exceedingly paranoid about the whole situation.I was given his role. Got sudden awareness. I vibrated in place, trying my best to teleport. But, to my horror, this didn't seem to work. The dream collapsed in seconds. DEILD a minute later.

Dream 1 - Too Anxious for the Entreaty

The visuals were a bit blurred. DEILD transition in bed. I immediately launch myself out of the house and to the twilight clouds above. During my flight, I pass an entire tropical forest, then crossed a whole ocean. Took a moment to spin and rub my hands. A few minutes in, I took a better view of the stars. But as I looked closer, I found these were actually small, stationary, glowing orbs floating in midair, some distant, and others very close by. Stopping over a suburban island, I called out to the cosmos, entreating it to take me to the Backyard. Anticipation got the better of me. The dream collapsed soon after.

Scrap Group 1
Several near-ream transitions from REM Atonia. In one, I create an explosion, unwittingly collapsing the state entirely. Various others had me spinning in place momentarily before things got disrupted.

Something about Doom, or some other dark sci-fi setting?

In the living room at home. My brother was there,as were my niece and my cousin's baby. I tried to RC, but the others kept interrupting me in some way or another. A kid's song was sounding in the background.

I became lucid, can't really remember what had been happening. I was in a room laying on a bed, and it was morning. There were people in the room but I didn't want them knowing I was awake. Eventually they left, so I peaked out from under the blanket I was hiding under.
My father was in the dream (but a young version). I didn't want him there spoiling my dream, as I don't get on with him (he's a control freak) so I shoved him out of a top window. Unfortunately, only landed on the window sill, so I opened a bottom part I created and booted him off. He fell a satisfying distance down a cliff onto some rocks and that was last of him for that dream.
I then moved back to the bed and manifested some people there and had cuddles, it gave me a very warm satisfying feeling

I was having a dream where I led some kids into class but I went wrong way through a staff room and then wrong way up some windy stairs (highly plausible). Then I realised all was a bit weird so I shoved my hand against a wall, fingers out straight to see if I was dreaming and sure enough my fingers went into the wall. I went down the corridor.
I was in a room, might have been my grandma's, old fashioned white table cloth, big bay windows with light shining in. I was lucid so I decided to make some flowers for the table. A great big bunch of random, colourful flowers. However after a second or so they faded to brown/dead. So I made some more, each time same thing happened.
Then had some nice cuddle time with some people who came in.

Morning of October 30, 2018. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,943-03. Reading time: 2 min 38 sec. Readability score: 62.



My dream renders a mixed-up combination of a pawn shop from America, a bookstore from Nundah (Australia), and a tackle shop from America. It seems to be late afternoon. I am on my own, with little conscious self memory (even though Zsuzsanna and I frequented the Nundah bookstore years ago).

There is a backstory, and false memory, about how I had traded several packs of long bookbinding screws (at least four inches in length) for credit or to trade, though I do not recall all of the details. There are two unfamiliar female cashiers present who are in their twenties. (The bookbinding screws relate to my big stamp album binders from when I lived in Florida, though there are likely associations with similar screws I used for putting the swing set together after Christmas.)

I am carrying a winter jacket (though mostly slung over my left shoulder). As such, I try not to appear suspicious, as I also have items I had brought into this store. I consider that they might think I am taking them from their store and trying to hide them under my jacket. (This is a literal bed space strand, as subliminal awareness of the bed sheet pulling around my left shoulder.)

They seem puzzled (and express disbelief) when I infer how I had traded items previously. The shelves that had packs of bookbinding screws are now all empty. For some reason, they are to do with fishing tackle, but my dream self does not reflect upon this error. The owner is at the back of his store, but I do not approach his counter. (I perceive him as the owner of the pawn shop in La Crosse, though there are also associations with the owner of the Nundah bookstore.)

One of the women asks me if I want to buy one of the bigger bass plugs, but I respond that they are too big for the type of fishing I do (which includes striped bass and smallmouth bass for which I prefer small jigs and spoons). I then walk to the opposite side of the store. I see that they are selling magazines and comic books, though there are only a few different titles on the wooden display shelves.

I see two Casper comic books next to each other. There are a few copies of each, vertically stacked. One is $4.53, and the other is $5.64. I decide to buy them, but I am not sure if I have enough money. An unknown chubby man of about twenty (who works in the store) picks one up to look through. I tell him that I had hundreds of Casper comic books collected over thirty years and that they were usually different. I add that sometimes there were reprints in digests and suggest their size by forming a small square with my hands. I tell him about those digest stories being “backed up” in the way I would describe how I back up my dream documentation online and on more than one drive.

As I walk to the checkout counter on the opposite side of the store, he calls out, saying something about “sending backup.” The reference seems humorous or business-related rather than inferring police activity.

I reach into my wallet and see that I have solely an American twenty-dollar note, which will suffice, even though I consider the prices on the comic book covers will be more when changing to the Australian amount.

I pay the cashier, and as I get my change, I deliberately, though liminally, reset the scenario and leave without paying.

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When the emerging consciousness simulacrum (the chubby male) was talking about “sending backup,” it became a comically sarcastic reference to me subliminally resetting my dream to deliberately manipulate the function of RAS (reticular activating system) as the preconscious simulacrum in the second instance by “erasing” the cashier’s presence. I have utilized this sort of dream control and subliminal, liminal, and lucid manipulation since early childhood.

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Morning of October 30, 2018. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,943-05. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 71.



I become aware of being on the Loomis Street house’s porch (liminal space) where I have a galvanized metal washtub full of gray powder with silvery properties. It is supposed to be nitroglycerin. I had supposedly ordered it via mail-order. My brother-in-law Bob (appearing as he was in the 1980s) cautions me that the authorities might find it. I keep the washtub near the northeast corner, not that far from the porch door. I am aware of Zsuzsanna and our children at times. Our youngest son went with our oldest daughter east down Gillette Street (where there were no stores in real life, though my dream implies there were).

I read a brochure (that seems foreign, possibly from the Philippines) that claims its appearance is like that of soil to anyone who does not look at it closely. (There is no distortion in the text I read, though I do not attempt to read it the second time.) The detail is very realistic and precise, including the silver grains.

I make it into tiny “snowballs” that I throw to the porch step outside. It makes a loud sound like a big firecracker. I claim that a golf-ball-sized amount would be like a nuclear bomb, though there is no evidence of that and I make no attempt to prove it.

I have fun with it, and my tangibility is enhanced. At one point, I see what first seems like a detached arm, with a hand, crawling on the branch of a tree, grasping at a small teddy bear. It turns out to be a Halloween toy for a dog (and is mechanical, not organic). An unknown woman is looking for her dog.

Later, even though I am still on the porch, it also seems I am in an outside area. Flowering plants are present to my left. I toss some of the powder onto the sidewalk, directly in front of me, without pressing it into a small ball. A fire soon covers the area, but I stomp it out with my foot.

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This dream stemmed from an earlier one of watching Dean Norris (as the vestibular system simulacrum) and two unknown people work with nitroglycerin. There was a scene where they were climbing what looked like monkey bars (from my elementary school’s playground) or scaffolding coated in nitroglycerin. It was on a stage (like the one from my high school). A quick small fire moves over all of the structure, immediately going out, and Dean appears to be worried for a short time (as he remains vertically holding onto the bars about halfway up and to the right), but no harm comes to anyone. He talks about how dangerous it is. I am puzzled as to why an actor would seemingly risk his safety for a public service video.

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I believe that the mechanical detached horizontally-oriented arm crawling on a branch to the teddy bear is a literal bed space strand, though seems to be the only first-level one in this dream.

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Did MILD but....during the lucid dream, it took me a while to figure out it was a dream.

Date of Dream: THU 25 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 463 - Separated Sections

Dream 463 A - WarioWare Smooth Moves
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, this dream was actually playing in Diamond City. The time period of this dream was apparently during WarioWare Smooth Moves. The first segment was 9-Volt’s stage but 18-Volt was in it. In-fact, 9-Volt’s stage was in a completely different format to the real game. I can’t remember every single detail of it but instead, 5-Volt was a part of this stage and she was being menacingly evil towards 9-Volt… At least that’s how she looked. She was leaning out from the sidelines, she kept her colour but she had those piercing yellow light eyes like in Sneaky Gamer and kept glaring out at 9-Volt. I believe this scenario was also based on the Game and Wario – Gamer cover art.

The next part of the dream showed Dribble and Spitz but I forgot what they were doing exactly. They looked like they did in WarioWare Gold and they were doing something with a taxi, cleaning it I think. Then I came into the dream and I went exploring to the outskirts of the city. I discovered Mona in a cave but it wasn’t a youthful Mona. Rather, she actually looked like some old woman, although she kept her red hair and trendy clothes… The only thing different was her wrinkly skin. She also spoke way differently than I expected her to, she literally had the voice of a Texan granny. She spoke to me but I forgot what she said. That’s all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 463 B - The Glen Is My Shop
I can’t remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was at The Glen Shopping Centre with my brother and he was going to be meeting up with his friend from university, RK, as well as RK’s brother, BK. Apparently it was Wednesday in the week. My brother spoke to me but he didn’t seem to happy to have me around, based on his expressions and gestures. I forgot how this came up but I also mentioned how I would be coming back to The Glen on Thursday to get an entire stash of Darrel Lea treats and then on Friday to get Schnitz.

The next scene took place in my bathroom and it’s here that I noticed I was wearing my school summer dress in this dream. I got into the bathtub but strangely, I still had my dress on. I ended up randomly playing around with these objects that may have been bath bombs. I actually got some on my dress and so was now frustrated that my dress was stained. I just kept continuing to fiddle around with all these dyes which more and more mess until the bathroom was completely saturated with coloured goop. That’s all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 463 C - Why Not Another Practise
I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at home on the back balcony with my dad. He was mentioning something about how he was talking to 18-Volt via texting and how I was going to go and do something with him. I don’t know how to exactly explain it; later on in the dream, it reveals the true intention of what I was going to be doing.

In the next scene, it showed me driving on a distorted version of the Monash Freeway in the Berwick/Pakenham/Officer direction, the only thing is, I didn’t seem to be going for any exits anytime soon. In-fact, I didn’t know where I was meant to be going at all and I seemed to be driving down the freeway endlessly. Eventually, I thought to myself that I was going to be lost and so it was best to turn back and go home.

Back home, I was on the back balcony again but this time my dad wasn’t there. His phone was lying on the small square table and so I decided to have a sneak peek and see what exactly was going on. I saw a few profile pictures in his conversations and one of them was in-fact 18-Volt as he would appear in the Game and Wario – Gamer cover art. Once I read the conversation, I found out that I was apparently supposed to go for some work experience, supervised by 18-Volt and if he liked me enough, he would hire me. As soon as I finished reading the thread, I thought to myself, “Absolute rubbish” for the fact that this was arranged by my dad. I believed that if 18-Volt was a genuine friend/dream guide, he’d like me for who I am, regardless of my strengths and weaknesses.

The dream then moved to a completely new scene. In this scene I found myself to wearing full summer uniform, including the blazer on top this time. I was at a place that I claimed as my fortress (usually professional looking buildings where I live without my parents). Apparently there was a massive group coming over for a visit. This group consisted of people from my primary school and high school as well as a few extras, the group being led by familiar teachers. I got really excited when I heard that 18-Volt was a part of the group as well. Apparently the group were to enter on Level 2, meaning that I was waiting for them at the top of the main stairs that went up from the main city riverside walk.

I watched as everyone was filing up, excitingly anticipating 18-Volt’s arrival especially, but then my hopes were starting to break a little. I though to myself, “Where’s 18-Volt? I can’t see him at all”. I then spoke to a random member of the group, offering them some help but I forgot what I said specifically. SB immediately interrupted with some defamatory comment and started to bully me really badly. Me being the owner of the place and the leader, I stood up for myself and claimed that I was trying to help the person and that they asked for it.

When that issue was resolved, I went back to watching the rest of the group walk in onto the rooftop entrance. Eventually, 18-Volt did show up and in-fact he was the very last person to come up the stairs. His appearance was a wide blend of all his possible forms. His skin, hair, clothing, and everything about him had a realistic human texture. His skin and hair tone, as well as his voice was based on WarioWare gold… His hair was brown and his skin was a lighter brown. His face shape and position of features was based on WarioWare Touched. His clothes (plain singlet and denim shorts) and accessories were based of the Game and Wario – Gamer cover. The dream finally made 18-Volt look like himself, with the addition of really muscly arms. He was also in a constant grin (this was his natural facial position for this dream) which made him look very sweet and youthful.

As much as we wanted to go in for a hug, we resisted the temptation and managed not to as he was a part of the school group and I had to try and maintain my professionalism in-front of everyone else. After informally talking to 18-Volt for a while, I yelled out to everyone (to reach the front of the group) that although they entered on Level 2, we would heading over to Level 3 as that’s where the auditorium was. I was walking at the back, still talking to 18-Volt when Mrs W came up behind us and said to me, “might be good to have some practise with the lift again”, and I thought to myself, “that’s not a bad idea”. This is where 18-Volt was no longer a school boy, but now a dream guide.

Mrs W walked with us for a bit and I thought to myself, “we could use the lifts at the library”. As everyone went up the set of stairs outside the library, I yelled out “I’ll be there in a sec! Just go and I’ll meet you up on level 3!”. I then also told Mrs W to go up with everyone else and so she agreed and left me and 18-Volt to tackle the elevator ordeal on our own. Just the presence of 18-Volt on his own made me feel very calm, especially as he was smiling at me all the time as well as making other endearing gestures.

There were multitudes of elevators to choose from in this area, all looking the same. He got to it and proceeded to pick me up, having his arms out, signalling for me to come closer to him. I got as close as I could and then after aiming carefully, jumped up and latched onto him, shooting my legs around his waist. He then put his arms around me, having one hand on my upper back and the other on my lower back.

Once I got comfortable on 18-Volt, I noticed something absolutely bizarre… All the elevators had suddenly disappeared! I gasped and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Hesitantly, I said something like “I can’t believe this, all the lifts… They’re gone…?”. 18-Volt turned his head to have a look and he was also dumbfounded by the sight, more than I was, you could literally see the look of sheer disbelief on his face, he was gobsmacked. “We have to find another lift” I said as he then put me down, following me out of the building.

We were now back outside, trying to locate another suitable elevator. As I was walking, I couldn’t see 18-Volt next to me but rather I believed that he was trailing close behind, following me wherever I went. I was talking to him the whole way, stating my frustration that I couldn’t see many higher buildings anywhere, it seemed we were already on the rooftop and that level 3 was only a very small area. Eventually though, I saw a five or six story building placed at the back of the fortress campus and thought that this would be the next ideal place.

After slowly looking around and checking the validity of the building, I agreed that this was the one. On entering into the foyer, I was wondering where the elevators were. 18-Volt had looked around a corner and signalled for me to come, a look on his face that said success. They were in the same area as the stairwell, two black elevator doors that had some weird square panel-like latch in the middle of them. Once again, I started to get myself ready to be cuddled and carried by 18-Volt.

I realised that there were objects in my internal blazer pockets and so I had to take them out so they wouldn’t be stabbing me and causing discomfort when I was on 18-Volt. Despite the size of a typical jacket pocket, I pulled out what claimed to be my walking stick, a really long brown varnished wooden cane. I ended up just throwing it off to the side somewhere, hearing it clunk against the nearby painted brick wall as it fell.

The next thing I pulled out were my sunglasses which had white frames and blue tinted lenses. As I was trying to fit them on my face, 18-Volt gave me a strange look and then started fussing. He goes loudly whispering (almost speaking but not quite) to me, “No no no no no, don’t wear your sunnies in the lift” as he then gently put a hand on my shoulder, thinking that it wasn’t constructive to facing my fears as I was trying to darken my vision, attempting to block out my surroundings. I giggled and told him that’s not what I was trying to do. I then explained “What I’m doing is placing them on and then sitting them up on top of my head”. You could then see the relief on 18-Volt’s face as he finally understood what was going on.

So now I could finally proceed to get my sunnies on, which was very hard to do. One side would go on and then one side would stab my cheek, it seemed like these sunglasses were too small. After a lot of fidgeting and manipulating, they seemed to go on in which I then flicked them up and combed my hair back with them. Now I was ready and so I got closer to 18-Volt but just as I was getting ready to jump onto him and secure myself, the dream faded out and I woke up to the waking life clock saying 10:35 AM.



Dream 463: Results (Competition #8)

463 A
Competition Night: 20
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: 9-Volt
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

463 B
Competition Night: 20
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

463 C
Competition Night: 20
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 4.5

Calculation Details:
- Non Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Old Personal Goal Achieved NL: Go to Diamond City (2.0)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Full-Non Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 114.0
Total Accumulated Points: 118.5



Dream 463 C was rather an unexpected but pleasant surprise. After the events of Dream 460, I actually wrote to 18-Volt in my physical real life book, telling him that as a dreamer, I was starting to become scared of him. You may have noticed in past dreams that me may have presented himself in old age or was really strict towards me (or even both in some dreams)... Like he wasn't even 18-Volt and was rather someone completely different. In Dream 463 C, he seemed to address a lot of what I wrote. I asked for a more accurate appearance and one the biggest things I was constantly nagging him to do was to smile (because we all know that 18-Volt normally grins). The sum of the letter to him was to express himself as 18-Volt would express himself, basically. The elevator attempt was just an extra surprise, I was not expecting that to happen.

Date of Dream: WED 24 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 462 - Separated Sections

Dream 462 A - The Dream Guide Residence
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was walking down what had a similar resemblance to a local walking track in my area. The scenery was beautiful but there was eventually something more that caught my eye on the sidelines. There were all these wooden cottage like cabins and I believe I had made the most amazing discovery. After gasping, I said to myself “Dreamy WB and 18-Volt could actually live there!”. I could no longer contain my excitement and I went to check out the area.

I got to the first house in the area and made the mental realisation that 18-Volt lived in this one. So I started calling out “18-Volt!” but for the moment, there was no response. I then decided to walk around the perimeters of the house, actively looking for him while calling out. Eventually, I went onto the veranda and I could really remember my tone here, raw with curiosity. I then looked through one of the windows to see if I could see him inside the house and called him twice, once and then another time after a short break.

The dream showed 18-Volt opening a door, seemingly coming from one of the back rooms in the house. He mustn’t have heard me before though as when he reached the entry to the sitting room, he saw me and got startled but in a pleasant way. He did not look like 18-Volt at all though. Rather, he looked like my deceased grandfather, including having the beard… Still, my non-lucid mind made me believe that this was 18-Volt.

He walked over to the front door, opening it for me and then holding it open as I walked in. When I was inside, he let the wire door swing shut on its own and went to stand near one of the couches. As I went up to hug him, he made an “Oh” sound, exactly the same as he does in WarioWare Gold and then put his arms around me in return and gave a tight but gentle squeeze for a good long minute. So although this was an old man that looked more like my deceased grandfather, 18-Volt’s energy was radiating through him.

Once I felt like we had hugged longed enough, we released each other and I left his place. I woke up after that.

Dream 462 B - At War With My Dad
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my mum and I seemed to be away on holiday, staying over at this house in an unknown area. She mentioned to me how she wanted me to attend this trial tennis lesson which was supposed to begin at 10:00 AM. Apparently, I was trying it out to see if would be good for the residents at the old persons home.

As we were in the car and trying to leave, I noticed these slightly villainous looking teenagers in the driveway; two girls and one boy. They ran after the car and forced me to open my windows, threatening violence upon me. I actually ended up being polite and said to the boy that I just wanted to do something and then I’d help them out; the boy agreed and the group backed away slightly. I not had a small window of time to myself and so shut the window, locked the doors and drove off as fast as I could. The teenagers soon realised as they ran after the car, eventually actually reaching it and violently jolting it.

Eventually, my mum and I managed to get out onto the roads. We realised though that we were late and so would not make it to the tennis lesson. I suggested to my mum that we would go for a walk somewhere instead and she accepted the idea. We entered this area with a beautiful forest scenery and a fancy brick path. As we walked through, I felt a sense of peace and serenity and thought to myself, “I wish 18-Volt was here with us”. Eventually, there become an opening in the trees and my mum and I approached this area where there was a children’s playground.

The scene then changed and I found myself to now be at my actual house. My dad was accusing me of being on Facebook all week and throwing random complaints to me about what I was doing to the internet. My mum actually stood up for me and told my dad that we did go for a walk despite the tennis lesson being cancelled. Still, my dad couldn’t help himself at being angry at me. No matter what I did, I couldn’t calm him down.

To save myself, I ran outside into the backyard to try and escape it. That only worked for a few seconds though as he came out after me. Earlier on, I said to him that I just needed to log out of my page and so I tried to do this on my phone. My dad kept throwing verbal threats at me as I tried t find out the logout button. Little did I no that there was absolutely no logout button on this version of Facebook. At one point, I thought to myself, “I’d really want to run away but that’s not right”, so I just continued to scale different parts of the backyard.

He kept on chasing me and so I said to him, something like, “You’re God’s son, I’m God’s daughter. We’re all children of God but you’re not acting like on...”, I petered out because I consciously realised that he didn’t care about equality. I had covered all the areas of the backyard and so the only place left for me to go was onto the roof. As he violently scrambled up, I actually pushed him off the roof, sending him down to the ground but he was just centimetres away from hitting it, something had saved him. “I almost died!”, he aggressively yelled to me. I yelled back down, “Well you didn’t! My guards rescued you because I didn’t want you to die!”. The dream ended there.



Dream 462: Results (Competition #8)

462 A
Competition Night: 19
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

462 B
Competition Night: 19
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 8.0

Calculation Details:
- Full-Non Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0)
- Full-Non Lucid Dream (1.0)
- 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)

+ Previous Total: 106.0
Total Accumulated Points: 114.0

Created Sunday 28 October 2018

Got a DILD and some fragments. There's a lot more to the latter that I've forgotten.

Scrap Group 1
Wandering around an urban area at daytime. Several family members were around, including my sister and mom. We later stop by an old colonial era (seaside?) wall, complete with rows of cannons. Sis and I float up to the top for a better look. Suddenly, some invisible emergency occurs, causing massive casualties. To both our horrors, mom was one of the victims. My sister and I broke down and cried.

Similar sightseeing as above, but at night time, and with 100% less tragedies.

Dream 1 - Flickering Sea Lights Awareness

The visuals were quite dim. I was in a beach during a stormy night. Several close and extended family members were around. It seemed we'd all intentionally gone out of our way to go during such a hazard for the sake of it. I ran through the waves, then began flying over them when they became especially rough, cutting right over the tides.

Soon, I noticed faint lights flickering in the sea. This caused spontaneous awareness. As I looked closer, I discerned one of those lights were actually a street light jutting out of the water.

Things started destabilizing. Staring closely at the lights helped, but only for about half a minute. Ditto for rubbing my hands. Without warning, I was dragged into deep water. I spun around, barely keeping both my face over the surface, and hold of the dream.

Lucidity lost. It'd since become dawn. I trudged out of the deeper water towards the others. All of them were huddled on a round marble platform, which itself was partially submerged. I squeezed myself inside, but it became apparent we couldn't comfortably remain as such. And so, they decided to allot turns. With an almost troubling unanimity, someone else (my brother?) and I were relegated as one of the last to go on there.

Not sure of anything else until the dream ended.

I am in some sort of research station in Antarctica and then someone performs a monologue about the importance of community and leadership. It happens kind of in third person. Then someone praises a teacher for encouraging their students and keeping them entertained in such a remote part of the world. They suggest he often organises rap contests for the kids. Suddenly I am free-styling over a beat and I'm actually doing it with more skill in my dream than I could in real life.

I walk around in my room and once I kick a towel a cockroach scurries out. I recoil, and it is half squishes and a little gooey. Then I think I try freestyling again.

I am watching Twitch and for some reason the streamer starts roasting me. He pulls up my LoL account and mocks me for, I think, firstly, maining graves, and secondly being 'low elo'. I try to protest that gold elo isn't actually that bad but he eventually blocks me.

Frag - stadium
Frag - HS friends (seth)
L chain - TAZ:BoB I'm fred/freddie (wrote this down in imaginary DJ along w pictures of windows)
over the course of 5-8 lds in a chain, i meet group of people in a smallow yellowish office with windows and curtains overlooking an orange/yellow sky, we talked about something serious (a conspiracy, a plot for revolution, a threat facing the world?), then woke. the next time i got lucid i was back but they were all about 50 years older, we talked about similar things and they told me i could join their org, wake. next lucid they're touring me around the facilities, in another i was in a large hallway talking to someone. i think i had a few groundhog day loops of some scenes, but i remember getting lucid every loop. a lot happened but in the end half of the org turned against me and half of them were woth me and we fought in a huge bluish grey sanctuary and eventually i extracted the relic (crystal circle/bracelet in a large wooden box with holes - can't look at it! will go into more detail on this dream later.
Frag - sex - part of LC?
L - walking in darkish (dim red sky) city, reach junk pile and start to fly, flying feels very fake , like I'm laying my body outstretched and the scene is just moving past me, so i flip over on my back flying and admire the beautiful view above me - the wooden slats coming apart and the junk in this under-bridge area and some train tracks - this gave me a literal and figurative perspective change - LDing is not always about doing things perfectly or achieving goals, but usually the best dreams, lucid or not, are when something amazing or simple but different is happening and you're a part of it, and it inspires childlike wonder in you
NL - i drew a pretty good (not amazing but probably better than i can do iwl - for some reason I'm a great artist in dreams) picture of a wizard/sorceress girl and was adjusting the mouth and coloring (f was there possibly?)
Frag - sneaking suspicion i had a dream about 9 backyard and enjoying the sunlight
NL - FA in wl 8 room, looking at videos on phone, get up several times in a groundhog day-like loop, look at myself in mirror (my torso looked ripped, but somewhat sagging?), i go downstairs (it's now 9) and consider going out the front door to talk to a dc (was semilucid but not fully there) but decide instead to sunbathe in the backyard, when i reach the kitchen i call out "who's there?" and my dad comes through a door that doesn't exist in his signature windbreaker and we talk for a second, wake up

Created Saturday 27 October 2018

Only got some minor things today. There's a lot of other dreams I've forgotten, one of which I suspected was an LD...

Scrap Group 1
Playing TF2 as the Demoman. I repeatedly tried to blow up a sentry nest, with no luck. Even once I did clear it, I left myself exposed. This prompted unfriendly responses from my own team.

Walking around town, I think? Warp. I was taking a shower in the large bathroom. I glance to the mirror, when I see my face suddenly blurring up. But, it was some unrelated thoughts of how I got there triggered lucidity. Donned only boxers, I float cross-legged towards the mirror. I then phased through it into a blurred void. Things collapsed shortly after.