Created Tuesday 23 October 2018 Got a fragment and that WILD to note. There were plenty of other things, but I've since forgotten of them. Scrap Group 1 Something about a WarioWare game? There was some divisive socio-political content in the game. Cue flame wars. Dream 1 - Magic Rooftop Free-For-All Scene 1 - Mobile Stability The visuals started dim and a bit blurred. WILD transition in bed during the dead of night. I slouch to the living room. I rub my hands, but this causes the opposite of stability. At the point of collapse, I spun in place, and kept moving around in general. Things were corrected within 30 seconds, but I went on longer just in case. I walked towards the back door, only to immediately phase halfway through the ground. I shrunk myself to about 1 foot in height, hoping this would fix things. Destabilzation. Warp. Scene 2 - Wizard Battle The visuals were brighter but still a bit blurred. I was flying over a walled medieval city during early morning, the environment rendered in cel-shaded CGI. Common folk were lingering about on the walls, and on the rooftops of buildings below. At times, there was some occasional lag in the others' movements. In fact, much like in some lazy cartoons and anime, several people didn't seem to have any animations at all... In an instant, the surroundings were replaced, now taking the form of an Imperial age Chinese city. Furthermore, things appeared "drawn" in 2D. Various figures were in darting all around on the rooftops. I swooped in for a closer look, to find I'd stumbled into a wizard battle. Much like a multiplayer deathmatch, these robed mages were blasting each other with the elements, while avoiding such attacks with levitation, illusions, and simple cover. A few appeared as long haired young men and women, a few others as white bearded old men. The rest were either wearing concealing clothing, or were too far away to distinguish. My visual perspective skews. Now, my own "avatar" appeared below in an isometric top-down view, appearing as a brown haired guy not exactly to my likeness. Tactile and audio sensations were retained in said avatar. I realign my view, and joined in battle. But, upon shooting a single fireball, things began destabilizing. I instantly discorporated back to a top down view to correct this. Anyway, I attacked the mages indiscriminately. With a raised hand, I fired various spells,a fire stream spell with my right, and with my left, ice waves. I then merged of the two, the combination swirling into an orb of both elements. It seems I was far more aggressive than the others. In the end, I chased away all of my opponents off the buildings, forcing them to contend in the streets below. Destabilization. Warp Scene 3 - Thanks For Noticing Me The visuals were dim once again. I was back in the living room, faint twilight providing some illumination. I take one step forward, only to find something was holding me back. Specifically, the coils of a massive, black scaled serpent, which was wrapped on my torso. A glance beside me revealed the real culprit: my guide, E, in her naga form, her narrow eyes and toothy grin gleaming in the darkness. She appeared thinner than usual. Still, E's distinct chortling further confirmed her identity.. She pulled my head to her arms. I all but burned with inquiry. Unfortunately, I sensed the dream was at its end. At the very least, I thanked her for being with me even for that brief moment. The dream collapsed within seconds.
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Morning of October 23, 2018. Tuesday. Dream #: 18,936-03. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 69. As my non-lucid dream self, holding no viable threads of my real-life identity, I become vividly aware that I am sitting in the back seat, on the left-hand side, of an otherwise empty car in the Village Shopping Center parking lot in La Crosse. It is nighttime. I become aware that the car belongs to my brother-in-law Bob. (I have not had any contact with Bob since 1994, over twenty years ago.) There are only two other cars present. An idea comes to my dream self’s fictitious mind that I should go to the driver’s seat and take the car back to the Loomis Street house. I am feeling very cheerful and confident. I get out on the left-hand side and go around to get in the front seat. (This is really about the typical initiating of subliminal control of the dream state and has nothing to do with waking life or “interpretation.”) I get behind the driver’s seat. It is difficult to close the car doors, and I try several times. They are flimsy and not like real car doors at all, but are about as efficient as a dream can make something that stems from vivid non-lucidity. (It would have been better letting the dream play itself at this specific point.) I have no idea how to start the car. I have no key. I first consider that it starts like a lawn mower, but I do not see a recoil starter assembly. There is a small metal lever on the left side, below the steering wheel. I put my foot on the gas pedal and wiggle the lever. Gasoline starts pouring from underneath the full length of the dashboard. That concerns me. I do not want to incur the risk of something catching on fire. I get out of the car, and two unfamiliar men get out of their cars and come over to help me. At this point, as the men check over the car, I anticipate an explosion (an attempt at subliminal dream control), and I tell them to move away, but nothing happens. I decide to walk to the Loomis Street house. On the way, walking east on the north side of Sill Street, I notice many boxes of magazines on the boulevard. It is a recurring situation where I realize I can take what I want (as I am deliberately though subliminally creating this scenario at its foundation, knowing it is a dream on one level), as it is left out for garbage pickup. It is also late morning. My non-lucid dream self does not register the impossible time change (as is always the case). I find a stack of magazines that are black-and-white collections of Nancy comic strips (by Ernie Bushmiller). Looking around more, I also notice stacks of interior decorating magazines, which I have no interest in at the time. This part of my dream comes from the lifelong practice of trying to initiate viable emerging consciousness threads by focusing on sustained reading skills of which do not ordinarily exist in the dream state. I arrive at the Loomis Street house. My sister and mother are there and seem healthy. My dream self has no recall that they are deceased. A minimal thread of my conscious self identity emerges, but it is rather odd. I vaguely recall the concept of marijuana from Nimbin, yet I have no memory that I have lived in Australia for over twenty years or of my real-life status. (Additionally, I would never try drugs in real life under any circumstances, another factor that validates my dream self is not my true conscious self identity.) I have some “marijuana” that I smoke with my mother and sister. It is rolled-up full-sized newspapers. There is trouble keeping them rolled up, and they burn with big flames, though I still suck in the fire and smoke. As I focus, I am astounded by my vivified perception, and yet I am not lucid. I start to become puzzled as I enter enigmatic space (a specific level of the dream state). I realize, though vaguely, that there is no marijuana and that smoking newspaper is odd. I start to wake, realizing what my dream self had been creating. Fire is the emerging consciousness and often part of the waking process. The newspapers, at least as related to reading them, are the attempt to sharpen my perception, as I had tried to do in the previous dream segment, but it did not initiate lucidity, only revivification.
I remember a large part of this dream and that was the last two bits and scenes. There was more but can't remember it well. I'm watching power rangers and I ended up inside the film. It was daytime but things were odd and discolored like an old 80s VHS tape would be. Instead of the sky being a nice crisp color, it was flickering and that discolored green color you'd see in old films, the dark areas were all grainy with those bits of red and blue colors flickering around and it was very blurry sometimes like old movies would be. It was daytime and the colors were bright and exaggerated. I was out in the backyard wondering what was going on about something random, it may have been something about the earlier part of the dream but anyhow I was there in the yard, standing in front of the steps that lead into the house. I saw the the odd colored hedges that were a yellowy green color and the grass was the same as well. There was a monster there and he was some kind of food type guy who looked like the Dora Goblin from Zyuranger. He was next to the hedge and had a tiny slider looking burger in his hand. He threw it at me and I dodged it, expecting it to explode but instead it hit the dirt patch near the corner of the house where the flowerbed used to be at. The burger broke apart into its respective layers of meat, cheese a bun. He threw another one and it bounced off the side panels and dusted itself on the ground. Threw another, hit the glass pane to the stove area, leaving a smear of probably mustard and ketchup.I looked closer at it Nope it was the burger smearing the dust off the window, leaving behind a transparent smudge. The are not exploding? These attacks are harmless he's not evil at all. I picked up one of the sandwiches from on the ground and got the on covered in dust. it was all grayish in color, desaturated and freezer burned looking and I threw it back down. I started talking to him about how humans live and the buildings that you see here are our homes. I was once in the gravle driveway behind the fence gates, pointing up at the next door neighbors house that was a grey color. By this time the details of the dream were much clearer and better. "ya know I would love to have some more of those tasty sandwiches!" We are now back in the house and, made it to the front porch but was cut off when the bad guys show up. "They are gonna make you grow!" I didn't want that because then the Megazords would kill him. I got in front of him as a purple scorpina appeared. The monster who is now a boy started walking towards her but I grabbed him and seen that he was pulling and pushing at me, wanting to go with her. I was not having it and pulled him back away from her. Scorpina didn't care who got Big and ended up zapping both of us. I knew what was gonna happen next, the boy ran outside, bursting through the front door as he became a giant. I had red electric all on my body on my hands, legs and arms and then saw the black and gold megazord toy there with me, since I was human the effect for me would take slightly longer, I did not want to stay inside and destroy my home. "I need to get out now!" I ran out of the door, banging my head up against the top part of the opening as I did so its already happening! I made it out just in time and I finally see myself unable to control it any longer grew huge. I see my legs and then another set of blue and yellow legs. I look over to my right and down the street was the Dino Megazord (Daizyujin). He was looking at me and his face was strange looking and small but still had the details like his yellow eyes and red horned ears that stuck out each sides of his head. I don't know where the monster went but I ended up running past the zord who tried to reach out and get me and now he is behind me, chasing me. After some time of running I see the zord is now in a car behind me and he pulls up to me and gets out. We are next to the corner store and I realized that I have shrunk but so has Megazord. " We are small again!" I went to the car and realized that this was no normal car and looked inside through the window that was rolled down. Inside was the weird thingy with the buttons on it, it was the time machine! The Delorian! I turned and looked back up at Megazord and seen that he was now a human and was bent over, doing something.
Morning of October 23, 2018. Tuesday. Dream #: 18,936-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 69. I am at the Concordia Ballroom in La Crosse. (My father often performed publicly here when I was very young.) There is a service counter at the east end of the hall (a fictitious orientation, as it was on the north end). My father is sitting behind it. (I do not recall that he had died in 1979). His father is standing to his right but appears as being much younger than my father. (I do not focus on the absurdity of the scenario.) My grandfather is talking about the history of our family. During this time, I am trying to connect wires so that both speakers will play music. The one on the far left is working, but the far right one is not. I hear sound only in my left ear. I wrap the clusters of wire around each other. There are many that stick out from different areas of the plastic coating. My father looks on as I do this. I am wary of touching certain ones together, but in reality, it would not matter, as there is no electrical current. I spend several minutes doing this, starting over a few times. I sincerely tell my father how much I enjoyed singing with him when I was a boy. My grandfather speaks of a fictitious family history meant to be the truth. I remain puzzled about the details, but I do not say anything. Supposedly, my father’s mother’s name was Boyat (unfamiliar to me). She was famous and had an artificial knee. (In reality, the name was Ruland and appears in a book about Tecumseh.) Eventually, the right speaker starts working. When this happens, I absentmindedly but dramatically run off to the far end of the hall. I enter a bedroom where Zsuzsanna is sleeping. I leap into the air and fly a short distance. I try to wake her, as it is supposedly late in the afternoon. (In reality, she is awake, and I am asleep in my dream.) There have been numerous dreams of connecting wires. It seems to indicate a subliminal attempt to become lucid or connect with my current conscious self identity. I hear the sound in my left ear, which is dream state orientation, as I sleep on my left side with my right exposed to the real environment, so having the full connection would initiate conscious awareness within my dream. In this dream, I become more subliminally aware of being in the dream state, but I do not achieve a viable liminal or lucid understanding that I am dreaming. Still, I automatically enter the usual vestibular system correlation stage by leaping and flying in dream state indicator space; the bedroom where Zsuzsanna is sleeping. Up until then, I had no recall of my current conscious self identity. I wake shortly after this. Before I am awake, I see patterns of an offset dream forming to my left, which mostly shows laundry, and I consider it is “correct” in being down to the left.
Created Monday 22 October 2018 Just a bunch of fragments today. Scrap Group 1 Watching Black Panther. Killmonger's role was changed up a bit. At a school. I get provoked into a fight. Watching Steven Universe. Some antics between the title character and Peridot. Cut. I falsely awaken in an unknown bedroom. There was someone sleeping beside me, a short, stout woman with straight black hair, bed sheets covering her nudity. Mom then appeared out of nowhere. She told me to place the woman on a mattress below. I did as much. The woman was a lot lighter than expected. She suddenly woke up, and complained about (in her words) needing to go "pee pee". I was told she stayed awake for only 1 hour each day, and required only had 10% the nutritional requirements of an average person. Working as a builder/contractor. I was tasked with completing a part of a new "booze line", a new utility that does exactly as advertised (if limited by brand). One of the last jobs took place in the basement of an urban apartment building. Watching the Simpsons. Marge was roped into a protein food pyramid scheme. She, in turn, got a muscular woman to work for her. Later, Marge visited said woman in her studio, only to find her engorging on the supply. Marge tries stopping her, when she notices a batch of "Waffle Flavored Power Cereal" was untouched. Upon being asked, Marge's subordinate claimed she disliked that variety. So, Marge tries it, and finds she can't put the stuff down. Floating somewhere outside to avoid a monstrous human-like creature, possibly a Titan. At home. I talk with my brother. An unknown woman visits. I bow awkwardly to either greet her or thank her for something. Later, I use a plastic prong as a toothpick.
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