I was standing by a door somewhere. Natalie Portman approached me. It had been a while since I'd seen her (fake dream memory of past event that never happened) and she was happy to see me. Other characters where there, too. She walked through the door, but then turned back and kissed me. Which was great. I think she was really fond of me by what happened last time. After she'd left, the fool that I am had all sorts of feelings for her and wanted to pursue her further.
I'm noticing more dreams in which 'my character' has certain memories of past events which happened in the universe of the dream, but never actually happened in the dream. Like in my last dream, I recalled meeting a DC before, but that event never actually happened in the dream. It's like I'm a bodysnatcher and I take over a character's body and mind, and their memories as well.
Morning of October 14, 2018. Sunday. Dream #: 18,927-02. Reading time: 3 min 54 sec. Readability score: 69. Note that Linda is not Linda in this dream. (See notes after main entry.) In my dream, I am going to an amusement arcade in southside La Crosse with my niece, Linda. I am at the Loomis Street house. It is late at night, about fifteen minutes before midnight. It seems we will spend about an hour there and get the bus back to the Loomis Street house at about fifteen past one in the morning. It seems we had walked north through the Loomis Street alley, as we are then walking east on Gillette Street to go to the Loomis and Gillette bus stop. I am puzzled as to why we are going somewhere so late at night for only about an hour or less of video game play. I check my right pants pocket to feel several American quarters (at least eight) and a few other coins, and I consider I may have enough for the bus trips and a few video games. (There is augmented tangibility at this point.) As we arrive at the intersection, almost to the bus stop, my dream resets. Linda and I are now crossing from the east side of the street opposite the Loomis Street house. It is also early afternoon now. An unfamiliar man is walking (on the west side of Loomis Street) with another man who is also unknown. They are both in their thirties. He is holding a gun to the other man’s head as they walk. The man holding the gun is on the other man’s right. The situation makes me wary, but we keep walking in front of them after we cross to their side (rather than avoiding them), heading to the same bus stop as in the previous scene. I briefly consider that we may be in danger, but that does not seem to be the case, as the man with the gun does not seem interested in us even as potential witnesses who could identify him later. As we get to the intersection, my dream resets for the second time (again, without triggering dream state recognition). Linda and I are now about three blocks north of Loomis and Gillette in a (fictitious) commercial district and walking south on the west side of Loomis Street. It is afternoon. I am thinking about whether it would be worth it to be at the amusement arcade for only a short time. I am still erroneously considering the midnight to one o'clock span even though it is daylight. I am now wearing a hooded sweater with big pockets. I decide that I should have a gun, as the man in the previous scene had a gun and I do not want to take any chances. I create a revolver in the right pocket of my hooded sweater (without lucidity). A policeman is in the area, though remains behind us. As I walk, the revolver, as I am holding it within the pocket, somehow comes out of the pocket and is at my side for a short time. As I continue, my arms swing with my gait in an exaggerated manner. I briefly ponder upon whether people will think I had forgotten how to walk correctly or deliberately trying to draw attention. I put my hand back into the pocket. I consider that if the policeman stops me, I will say that it is a 9mm blank firing Jaguar 80. He does not stop me. As Linda and I walk to Loomis and Gillette from the north to get to the bus stop, my dream resets for the third time. Now we are walking west on the north side of Gillette Street, a few blocks west of the bus stop. (We had reached it before the reset.) She is ahead of me by a few feet and on the right. It is late morning. She is wearing baggy clothes; blue jeans and a pale blue blouse, and this puzzles me as I try to discern her form. She seems about ten years old. My conscious self identity is still not extant, but my dream self’s fictitious mind is losing cohesion, and my dream becomes more abstract in the waking process. [key descriptors] subliminal ultradian rhythm thread (distorted) intersection as RAS mediation (three dream resets) preconscious avatar with a gun preconsciousness as police activity (reticular formation personification) coins as emergent consciousness cue (does not work here) the man with the gun to the other man’s head is counter-processing, that is, potential RAS modulation over my precursory emerging consciousness as the opposite of my dream self paired with a potential reinducer [key ERRORS] Erroneous discernment of induction simulacrum (Naiad) as my niece Linda when there is not the vaguest resemblance or waking life association. However, this is a result of my current conscious self identity being absent. Ultimately, the simulacrum has nothing to do with Linda (whom I have not seen in real life since 1994) and is a younger manifestation of Zsuzsanna. Linda never lived at or stayed at the Loomis Street house. I currently have no interest in playing video games, though when I was much younger, I did go to an amusement arcade in southside La Crosse to play pinball. Loomis Street 1500 area erroneously continues north as an unfamiliar commercial district. My dream resets three times (including late night becoming early afternoon) without dream state recognition, not because of failing to “become lucid” by popular definition, but because of the absence of my true conscious self identity. (Note the non-lucid dream control of my creation of the gun.) My conscious self’s identity, as my dream self is trying to discern the simulacrum in the last scene, remains absent. However, the fact that it is ahead of me and to my right designates its transition from potential reinducer into the emerging consciousness avatar at this point.
Non-dream stuff - Woke up at around 8, not recalling any dreams apart from a very vague visual fragment, lost it and decided to sleep more, waking up again around 9 recalling a single long-ish non-lucid. Dream: Me and my partner (H) arrived by car at some pizza restaurant; I remember H backed up to park near the building, but he was parking towards some plastic tables and chairs. He was aware of them and stopped a couple of inches away from them. There was a small bump noise and when I got out there was a waitress from the restaurant asking "is everything ok?" and I looked closely at the chairs/bumper and said to her it was all fine, and she accepted it. It was night time... H was going to sit outside (unlikely) and I was going to order the pizzas, in the dream it was implied we usually did it the other way around; I walked through the entrance doorway, which had no door as I remember. It was a dimly lit restaurant (probably contextual residue that far too many bloody restaurants are now, I'd like to see what I'm eating) and I walked towards the counter to make our order. There was a guy at the counter and a waitress on my side and she said she'd take my order; she looked happy and not just for the job, she just seemed happy. I said I wanted two pizzas, one would be the bacon and cheese melt or something (for my partner) and she said "oh I'm sorry but that will be double because of (?)"; she then showed me a menu trying to explain why, because in the dream memory this was implied to be new at the restaurant. She explained they were changing how some pricings worked and that all the outside was going to be reworked by AI over the next few days. We concluded the pizza I was ordering would still be the same price (9 something came into my head in the dream but no figures were spoken). She said OK and I said the next pizza would be with "some (?), cheese and some onion", thinking that I would like something salad-y with or on it. As if she knew exactly what I was thinking, she asked if I wanted some rocket lettuce or something but she said that I couldn't have any because they were out, so very oddly the choices instead of that were some sort of beetroots or cubes of lard... The stuff was all shown to me in the counter, which had become one of those with glass and the food in it (like at ice cream shops and sandwich bars). I said it was fine and thanked her and all the while we were talking she kept getting distracted by her co-workers. One of the other guys was some German guy that came from Berlin on a plane which caught fire mid-flight and landed here. They even had some pictures on a wall of the survivors? Whatever the photos were, they made me accept the story. Then I remembered to ask "oh, do I pay now or after?" and she said "uh, whichever". I said I'd pay now. But as I did, lots of people started entering the (previously) quiet restaurant. They sat at every possible table, as if on cue for something to happen. The waitress faced the counter and started talking to the guy over the counter I think. I waited, starting to be a little annoyed by the fact it had taken this long to do the order (it felt like a long time). I looked around and I can't remember what happened (something did) but all of a sudden everyone was singing roughly and half were clapping in a slow rhythm. I joined in the clapping and then shortly after, two people started chasing each other and the clapping stopped a moment after, but then they stopped chasing each other and sat back down. As all the clapping and clamour happened, more people were entering the restaurant, including H, who I could see clearly from a distance, head illuminated by a spotlight as he came in. At the same time, the waitress next to me dropped all her clothes. I was still waiting to pay, I initially glanced at her naked body but then just looked over the counter, wondering when I was going to be able to just pay for the order; I also automatically performed a reality check with my left hand after she got naked. But unfortunately I concluded the amount of fingers to be correct and I didn't remember to test the solidness of the reality. I felt like I was right in the centre of view (more than the naked girl) and felt awkward doing my RC there. Nobody in the restaurant was shocked (I wasn't either) but she started laughing and saying something to someone on a table near me; she was facing the counter the whole time, so most of the restaurant would only see her backside, as I was to her right, and to her left was a wall. Something about the "AI works" came up again at some point. I remember being outside again, and some sort of game-like thing happening (regarding organising of the outside layout with AI) but I can't remember in detail. The dream ended soon after. I think I still have the lingering feeling of being annoyed by not being able to simply pay. Fragment I remembered a small fragment while writing the long dream, something about H wanting to buy or take a car overseas. I remember a weird wooden house place with triangle glass windows and very strange layouts. It was day. Quite tired so I'll leave notes for now. Scoring thus far: + Previous score: 42.5 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 7.5 ++ Recall a non-lucid fragment: 0.5 ++ Recall a non-lucid dream: 1.0 ++ Perform a reality check: 5.0 ++ Buy/Purchase something: 1.0 = Total score thus far: 50.0
Created Saturday 13 October 2018 Just more fragments and a brief LD. Scrap Group 1 In a school. Cut to the cafeteria after school. Many dessert items were being given out for free, including flan, homemade zebra cakes, and what appeared to be a pineapple volcano yellow cake. There were two lines in opposite ends of the room. I criss crossed between both out of confusion. When I got to the front, the attendant there (who seemed like this Hatian girl I had as a classmate way back in highschool) accused me of stealing something. I looked at my hand, to find a chunk of pineapple and some sauce was in my fingers. I assured her this was all a mistake, but she wouldnt' listen. Something of playing Megaman X. Dreamlets converted to a DILD. I crawl out of bed, and made it as far to the living room before I collapsed. Warp. I was back in my old job at the gas station, crossing between the aisles of the grocery area. A thief was running off with some beer. Through telekinesis, I dragged the scoundrel back inside, after which I slammed him to the ceiling and and to the ground, releasing him only once I was sure I'd broken something. Seconds later, another bastard tried to pull the same thing, and then a third. Each suffered similar consequences. The last one cried foul, and even had the audacity to threaten to call the police. How droll.
Updated 10-14-2018 at 03:16 AM by 89930
As I am falling asleep, I feel my dream body begin to roll over. At first I'm rolling slowly then I start to roll faster and faster to the point where I feel more like I'm spinning rather than rolling. I find myself in a dream scene and do a reality check. I realize I'm dreaming. I start moving towards the garage but suddenly the dream goes dark and blurry. I immediately shout "CLARITY TIMES TWO!" Nothing happens. I try again and cry "INCREASE CLARITY!" Again nothing happens. I am annoyed that it doesn't do anything to improve the clarity of the dream. Nonetheless, I decide to continue on my way, hoping that the dream won't collapse soon. I enter the garage and to my relief the room is brightly lit and stable. I look around the room for a broom. To my dismay there is no broom in the room. I feel a sense of desperation and imagine that there is a broom just out of my field of vision. I turn to my left and am surprised to see a broom there although I don't question it. I grab the broom and rush outside. I climb onto the broom and start flying upwards. At first I'm flying up at a rather horizontal angle. Shortly afterwards I'm flying straight up (literally vertically) into the sky. As I'm flying higher and higher I can't help but notice that the clouds aren't getting any closer and that I'm flying at a very slow speed. I decide to trick my mind into thinking that I'm already at an extremely high altitude. I look down and can see that I am indeed far above the land as the buildings look like small insects. I turn back around just in time to see that I am passing through the clouds. There are two huge hot air balloons there. One is red, the other is blue. I wake up.
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