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Date of Dream: WED 17 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 455 - Separated Sections

Dream 455 A - Wannabe Tour Guide
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was wandering around the grounds of Camelot Rise Primary School but I was wearing my high school summer uniform. At first, it was just primary students but then Killester students were coming over for a visit. As soon as they showed up, I was super excited that to tell them that this is my primary school.

I remember one of the first girls I told was JLy but she didn’t seem to care and rather looked somewhat mad at me. Some girls I can also remember telling were the twins RCo and MCo. I can’t remember much else about this dream.

Dream 455 B - I Think You Need A Dream Guide
I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was talking to my parents and they told me about some scenario that I had experienced. I said to my mum, something like, “Although you don’t like them, I reckon you should get a dream guide”. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream 455: Results (Competition #8)

455 A
Competition Night: 12
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

455 B
Competition Night: 12
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 6.0
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)

+ Previous Total: 70.0
Total Accumulated Points: 76.0

Date of Dream: TUE 16 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 454 - Chanson D'Amour

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in this unknown double story house and there was this young lady singing the French song called Chanson D’Amour for someone’s wedding. She had such a beautiful voice but at the same time, I was jealous because I knew the song and so I wanted to sing it. When I came up and spoke to the lady, she said she was quite happy for me to sing some of the song.

Inside the house, the backing track played and I sang to it, although I did accidentally muck up one line of words but I recovered quickly. Then after that, I sang along with the lady; her voice faced down the stairs so the people on the bottom storey could hear and I sung it so the people on the top storey could here. After that, the press arrived, saying that they wanted to do an interview but it was only meant for the lady and not me. I understood this as she was the one initially hired to do the music.

The dream then prompted my to invite my dream guides over to join the rest of family and friends for lunch. Apparently, my mind had stated that Dreamy WB was already with me and so I just had to call Murray and 18-Volt on the mobile phone, so I went downstairs and outside to do that. The dream was then back upstairs and we were sitting at a table of 10 or 12. 6 to 8 were my brother and his friends and the 4 at the top end of the table were me and my dream guides.

18-Volt sat next to me, his appearance being realistic, exactly the same as he appeared back in Dream No. 430. Dreamy WB sat across from me and she wore her alternative black dress with an asymmetrical afro. Murray sat next to Dreamy WB and across from 18-Volt and was in his Sly 2/3 appearance. After a while of chatting to Dreamy WB, Murray and 18-Volt, the dream ended.



Dream 454: Results (Competition #8)
Competition Night: 11
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB, Murray & 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 3.5
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: Dreamy WB (0.5)
- Summon A Dream Guide: Murray (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0)
- Old Personal Goal Achieved: Have all members of the Dream Guide Team appear in the same dream (2.0)

+ Previous Total: 64.5
Total Accumulated Points: 70.0

Date of Dream: MON 15 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 453 - A Retro Birthday

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was having my birthday party at some unknown place. One of the girls, Jasmine M gave me three cardigans as a birthday gift, all from the brand of Dangerfield. One was short-sleeved and two were long sleeved. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream 453: Results (Competition #8)
Competition Night: 10
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 3.5
Calculation Details:
- 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 61.0
Total Accumulated Points: 64.5

Date of Dream: SUN 14 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 452 - Separated Sections

Dream 452 A - The Freak Light Show (Nightmare!)
The dream started off with me saying goodbye to my grandma as she went over to the hospital for her specialist appointment. Meanwhile, I started to walk around my TAFE campus. At first, it just seemed like a normal day. I was in Building W where my accounting friends were and so I was going to say hello to a few people. I ended up going to one of the bathrooms and seeing one of the TAFE teachers, KHa, on bathroom duty? This isn’t a kids’ school. Apparently for people whom she though were in the bathroom for too long, she would tell them to get out. She encouraged me to try and so I did. She didn’t like the method I used though and so suggested I use a more harsh and demanding tone, so indeed, I demanded a man to get out of his cubicle.

I was then outside and this stranger Asian man was talking to me but not in a good way. I forgot what he was saying but he was teasing me and bullying me. As I was walking away from him and across an open grassed area, I made mention of who my dream guides were, saying that my dream guides are Dreamy WB and 18-Volt. I then just had a few moments of thought to myself and wished that they were here to help me through all this kerfuffle.

Later on in the dream, I was on the opposite side of the campus where Building A was. That’s when I apparently was made conscious of some sort of warning that the world was coming to an end. There was going to be some lightning and the sun would be positioned completely out of place. It’s when I was right at the farthest end of the campus that all the weird events started to show. I was really worried and so thought I had to head back to Building W straight away for some shelter. On my way back though, the lightning got worse and worse. This wasn’t thunder but rather it was some freak light show with all these psychedelic colours flashing and swirling around everywhere. With it was this really loud, uncomfortable zapping static noise. I was now absolutely scared and was starting to lose my mind.

Just as building W was in sight, the sun started to move really quickly and the dream said it was going westwards. The light and noise was also really bad now as well, enough to make you have a fit. When I looked over at building W, the bricks were oddly a dark grey colour and the windows were also a creepy colour from the lights as well. As I was on the footpath right in-front of the building, I started to scream. I now actually felt like I was going to die and that my soul was about to leave my body. I also noticed that I was wearing a really bright red cardigan which I mentally signified as a colour of danger. After a massive episode of squealing, I woke up.

Dream 452 B - Odd Shops
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, my parents and I were driving to a distorted version of the suburbs close to the main city airport. We ended up stopping at some shops but weirdly, we drove into a skinny underground pedestrian passage with the car. It’s when we were underground that we got out of the car and then went on the skinny, distorted escalators into the main part of the shopping centre.

There weren’t many shops in this shopping centre but there was one stall in the middle of the mall that I was very interested in seeing; it had all the video plush toys like in real life game stores. My mum, dad and I continued walking through the mall and I wanted to have a look at more shops. My dad said we didn’t have time though and that I could come back during the week with just mum. That’s all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 452 C - Just Look At Least
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, my mum and I were at the local private hospital but I forgot what we were doing there. In real life, the hospital is 2 floors but in the dream it was 10 floors. Closer to the end of the dream, I was standing right in front of the door to an elevator and all my mum wanted me to do is look at it for a while and I cooperatively agreed. I thought to myself, “I should tell 18-Volt about this”. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream 452: Results (Competition #8)

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

452 B
Competition Night: 9
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

452 C
Competition Night: 9
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 2.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 59.0
Total Accumulated Points: 61.0

Created Thursday 25 October 2018

Got a brief DILD, a fragment, and a long dream to note.

Scrap Group 1
Flying around town during daytime, going south through a local street. I go at the edge of the street, when I start thinking over just what circumstances would allow me to fly in the first place. Cue lucidity. I only managed to fly across before the dream collapsed.

Playing a 3D Mario game. This was far darker in tone, and had a lot more going on screen at a time. There was a painful segment in a castle where I was required to get hurt and collect power-ups repeatedly to survive. I managed to clear the game, but got a rather bittersweet ending that involved most of the extended cast and worlds dying off.

Dream 1 - Poacher Mansion Raid Collateral

The visuals were a bit dim. I was the young leader of a traditional warrior tribe in western Africa, one of the last few of such groups in the world. Dressed in hides, feathers, and bone, armed with spears, axes, and daggers, me and four other tribesmen set out to raid a mansion, a known hideout for poachers. A "foreigner" also joined us, a ranger from the local forest. Unlike the rest of us, he was dressed in a green shirt, khakis, and hiking boots, and was armed with an old shotgun. Our mission was to infiltrate the mansion, find the enemy leader, and capture or (if necessary) kill him.

My warriors set out at twilight. From the cover of the forest, we soon arrived at the mansion's entrance. The place was isolated from the rest of civilization, which might've explained the lax security. Our group crept around the entrance all the way to the backdoor. Once inside, we paced up a nearby stairway. We head up two levels to a small room, when we heard someone passing through another stairway all the way across. The other warriors prepared themselves besides that entryway, while the ranger and I waited head on. For a brief moment, I, as myself, took a moment to reflect on the nature of violence...

Our enemy was approaching. We were ready to pounce. The figure steps out of the entryway. "Stop!", the ranger yelled suddenly. Ahead of us was a man with a grey shirt and cargo pants, the typical outfit for poachers. And yet, the now confused man and the ranger talked to each other as if they recognized one another, speaking in a Western tongue (which, to the tribesmen and I, sounded like complete gibberish). Eventually, the ranger explained that this man was actually a law enforcer going undercover. It seemed our intrusion would compromise the detective's assignment. As such, I agreed to save the raid for another time, if under protest. The agent saw us out the backdoor, and took his leave.

Still, I wasn't quite satisfied. I had us all sneak around to the front, if only to see what we were dealing with. Then, through a window on the side of the building, we spotted a large gathering of poachers, about 30 of them, all lounging around, or perhaps in some kind of group meeting. I simply observed in the shadows for a while, trying to familiarize myself with each of them. Among the most outspoken of the bunch was an older light skinned African. Maybe a lieutenant? At the time, most seemed to lack conventional weapons, and none had anything larger than a pistol.

But, it seemed I made a terrible mistake: the poachers also collected living exotic animals from all over the globe. This was made readily apparent when, from out a corner, charged a grizzly bear. With shields and spears drawn, we held our ground. The bear, in turn, stood up, ready to swipe. The perfect moment to attack. As me and three others distracted it with our shields, another warrior made an expert thrust right in the beast's jugular. We then circled around, avoiding its frenzied reprisal. Within a span of thirty seconds, the creature could no longer defend itself. A few jabs at the back of its head finally did it in.

Just then, a poacher peeked out from a side door. Acting quickly, I hurled my axe at him, planting it right between his eyes. Unfortunately, this instantly alerted the entire compound. Enemies were now flooding towards us. Warrior or not, there was no way we could take on thirty at once. We retreated as fast as we could, and we actually got a good lead on our enemies. But, as we pressed on, one of our warriors had been fatally wounded. Although he'd the willpower to keep up, and possibly survive the chase, there was still no way to save him afterwards. He opted instead to face the pursuers head on, if only to buy time...

The chase continued throughout the wilderness. Then, in a clearing, my group stumbled into an entire school's computer lab, completely out in the open. Such a discovery paralyzed us. There was nowhere else to turn, yet we did not want to involve innocents into our conflict. Woefully, the poachers didn't have the same idea. They fired into the area heedlessly. Once they'd closed in, those madmen knowingly butchered anyone in their way, adults and children alike. At that point, I was sure fighting back would accomplish nothing, only delay the inevitable for everyone. Calling out to my men, I commanded them to rescue anyone they can then retreat. I myself took hold of a small girl in a school uniform, no older than seven years, too frozen in panic to even move. Abandoning my heavier armaments, I hauled her out of the site. Guilt was
quickly weighing in on me...

Don't recall how this ended.

nl - in a college math classroom with a smart (or dumb but hardworking) guy who the teacher pointed out was doing double problems because he didn't have a partner (he had a sort of greasy notebook)
blue square experimental water (diving?) mask is forced on me, stressof not being able to get it off, finally manage to get it off but pretend it's still on, somehow gets transformed into shark mask (i remember thinking this was cheap)
younger rita(from dexter)/mazella(old teacher) at pool, I'm using the shark version of the mask

I'm in the woods, the trees all have a strange peely white bark, I'm throwing a black handled screwdriver from WL into the trunks (it sinks in nicely each time), I'm hiding out from some pursuers? i have to squeeze under some very low branches (intense fear) and then take a path through houses that is 100% deja vu (dont think i journaled it but I've been here before), at one pt took an alternative path, became lucid, just went w the flow, 1234 in big serif letters like an address, white building, in the past i went into the workshop w wood floors and walls, this time i bypassed and went into a white sunlit room with a small tv, realized i was losing dream and counted but it was too late, had brief fa where i could tell it was transp. eyelids effect amd not real, was making patterns on the pillow with mind

Awake, Non-lucid dream, Lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[For the second lucid in a row, I'm actually aware of the dream beginning, and it begins the same way as the last one - a visual scene emerges out of a blank nothingness, and I focus on it until it expands from a few little circles to fill my entire field of vision. This time,] I'm out in front of a big, old, two-story wooden house where some Toastmasters meetings are going to take place. I go inside to attend them, and some of my real-life Toastmasters friends are there, too. There are also visitors there, whom they are trying to recruit to Toastmasters. While I'm standing around and talking with the group, I demonstrate my ability to fly from the ground floor of the house up to the upstairs balcony. I compare it to "lifting myself by the seat of my pants" [shoutout to Dr. Seuss!] because, I notice on this particular occasion, that's roughly what it feels like when I bring my concentration to bear on the task of actuating that ability. It feels like I'm using my mental concentration to lift myself up from the small of my back and propel myself through the air. I say to the assembled DCs: "I used to be very secretive about my flying, but now I'm very open about it. I think everyone should be able to enjoy it." [And I do.]

After the meetings are over, I walk out of the house onto the street, except where one would expect there to be a street, there is instead a big, shallow swimming pool. It is surrounded by tropical plants, and its edges go in a series of curves so that the overall shape of the pool is a big, amoeba-like blob with lots of curving pockets sticking out every which way. I walk around to one side of the pool, sit down on the edge, put my feet in the water, and think: "I wonder if I can change my clothes just by thinking about it?" I close my eyes and concentrate on what I want to happen - namely, I want to be wearing a swimsuit. I can actually feel the swimsuit form around me. When I open my eyes, I'm wearing a tankini with tribal-looking geometric patterns on it in raspberry, burgundy, and many other colors. I exclaim out loud, "Holy $#!*, I did it!" [It was a super cute swimsuit, but certainly not one I would ever choose for myself in real life. Upon reflecting afterwards, I realized that my dream body doesn't have stretch marks - or if it does, they're much less noticeable than they are in real life, since I don't remember noticing them - and it's also less fat than my real one, though not dramatically so.]

I notice that the regular clothes I had just been wearing - jeans, button-down shirt and white sneakers - are now floating on the surface of the pool, around me. I get the rest of the way into the pool. There are two other people enjoying the pool, two guys and another woman. I realize that while my swimsuit top has shoulder straps, it also has a part that's supposed to tie together across my back, just at the bottom of my shoulder blades, and it's untied. I approach the woman (the pool is shallow enough to walk in easily) and say, "Trade you ties?" We tie the ties on each other's swimsuits, as I had just requested. She is some type of POC [most likely South Asian? I couldn't say for sure] and very pretty, and her name is Kim.

After swimming and lounging around for a bit, the two guys, Kim, and I all get out of the pool, down at the far end of the 'street,' away from the house I had just been in. Another dream character is standing there, a petite, definitely East Asian woman [she reminds me of a younger Agent May from the "Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." TV series]. She asks me and the two guys to come with her; she is recruiting us for some kind of spy-adventure-type mission. [I have no idea why she ignored Kim completely, but she did.] We follow her, but I turn to say goodbye to Kim, who is now standing on the edge of the pool, as I go.

The two guys and I follow Young Agent May into an area that looks like an ancient temple courtyard, all dusty dirt floors and high, light-yellow-tan-colored walls of rough-hewn stone that stand open to the sky. There are lots of wall segments forming corners, but there is a space off to the left that's more than big enough for a dark-brown, equally-roughly-hewn wooden table with two people sitting behind it. This is the check-in desk for the adventure/mission. Young Agent May goes over to check us in, and I look around the courtyard while the two guys start to explore. As I'm looking around, a brochure printed on unbleached brown paper appears in my hand. The title, printed in a curved swoop across the center in big, yellow letters, reads "Dole Presents: Adventures in Dole Whip." [Or something like that. Interestingly enough, I could read the whole thing perfectly fine. I can't remember all of it, but I'll reproduce the text I do remember.] The brochure goes on to say: "This dreamer is about to earn her title! Next Task: Create a tiny, consensually-dressed, applesauce humanoid." There's even an illustration of this little humanoid figure I'm apparently supposed to create out of applesauce. [Don't ask me what "consensually-dressed" is supposed to mean. Presumably "dressed in an outfit of its own choosing," with an undertone of "modestly dressed."]

I wake up to the sensation of my left arm being asleep. I've fallen asleep on my left side, something I rarely do.

[Cool! New ability! This is the first time I've ever changed my clothing at will. I guess that counts as changing my appearance, although I really meant changing an aspect of my physical body.]

Morning of October 25, 2018. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,938-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 83.



In late morning, I find myself in a big barn (in an unknown location) that serves as a recording studio for the Beatles. There is much sound equipment on hay bales and the barn floor, such as big amplifiers and mixing consoles, but I do not see any musical instruments. There are a few unfamiliar men present, one being a producer, another, a sound engineer.

While a man is checking a track, there is an unusual drum fill where the snare audio reverses at least twice. The man is puzzled and asks Paul McCartney what that was, but he does not reply. A different “drum fill” is heard, but it turns out to be someone knocking on the barn door. (This scene is ambiguous for two reasons, one, a door knock would not have reverse audio and two, the sound came from the equipment.)

A man comes in with a tiger that belongs to John Lennon’s wife (Cynthia Powell). He pets it for a short time. There is no sense of danger.

Later, there is an unknown man with a Bainbridge livestock prod. He taps the tiger with it on the rump, and John and the man with the tiger slowly leave the barn. They seem cheerful. Next, the man uses the prod on some farm animals. He touches the rump of a horse with it to get it to move to the corner of the barn. The horse seems annoyed but goes where the man wants him to go.

I do not see any of the Beatles at this point and decide to leave the barn. I go around to the back and see a young version of Zsuzsanna, who is about eight years old. However, my real-life identity is not extant in this dream, and so my dream self does not recall who she is. There is a cage adjacent to the back of the barn. There are at least three brown-mantled tamarins in the cage, a mother and two babies. Zsuzsanna is sitting on the ground watching them. She does not speak. I hold the paw of the mother tamarin, stroking the fur on the back of its “hand.” It seems tame.

Later, I get up and go back into the barn, which is now empty and full of hundreds of flies that start buzzing in my face. The air is thick with them, and they are loud. I soon decide to leave the barn and slowly wake after I walk back out. As I wake, I realize that the illusion of the flies was a distortion of the sound of the fan and its air on my face (from the foot of the bed).

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Two other dreams came before this, one of sending many DVDs over time to a member of the dream journal website (a long-term male poster). The other related to capturing each instrument from the Beatles’ “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!” to use virtual versions (mostly on keyboards) for a live cover.

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I start this dream in an extremely dark place and someone is playing a pinball game. He's not doing so good and lets me finish his game. Now I'm playing and it is very hard to see as there were no lights on it that worked, just a completely dark machine. I ball went over to the left side and I thought it was a goner but it ended up over at the ball launcher. I pulled the spring lever and let it go. it hits the ball and sends it up but on the way up where it was almost out of the tube, I hear another sound like the ball smacked up against a marble ball. The ball I sent out went back into the launcher tube and the second ball it hit was sent out onto the main gaming board. I left the first ball resting on the launcher as I didn't want to deal with two balls being out there at the same time as the second ball bounced around and made sounds. To help me see better in the nearly black place I angled the machine towards a row of tall open windows among the wall that had moonlight coming through it. Something, a bumper or spinner sent the ball shooting at the middle. I quickly grabbed the flipper button and the left flipper quickly moved over the gap, blocking the ball from going any further but also jamming the flippers and causing a tilt. I launched the second ball and there was a bonus car thingy on the main board. If you manage to hit it and get the ball inside, the ball will ride the car in a bonus area where you get a lot of points at. Upon launching it something hits the ball and it bounces of the top and went over to the left where a bumper shot the ball up into the car.

The Orange colored car goes flying out of the machine and it lands next to me. I tried to see if I can move the car back in but since my controller was fix to play the pinball I couldn't move it well. I mashed on the buttons, trying to get it back into the game but it was only moving a little bit. By this time there was some light coming in from all around as a sage colored light behind some kind of fog. Are we outside now? As it slowed down something hit the car from behind, towards the machine and I saw it was another car! It kept hitting it but took damage as it did so and ended up blowing up. After that the car respawns next to me and I saw that this time it had claws on the front of it like the ones one the sub of the Boukenger pink zord. It came around the front and was coming up to me and then I saw that I was laying down as a dark colored Megazord stood over my face, then it knocked itself over onto my face and felt the plastic hit me. Even though it didn't hurt I can hear myself talking to him, saying. "Ow, that hurt. You can't just do that like that because your body is hard!"

Created Wednesday 24 October 2018

Got two LD loops and a fragment or two.

Scrap Group 1
Watching some action/horror movie.

Dream 1 - Pinch and Tickle Gag

Scene 1 - A Goku vs. Piccolo Fight
The visuals were a bit blurred. Spectator mode.This took place i n the main lobby of a condo complex. Goku and Piccolo from Dragon Ball Z suddenly appeared, both cartoony figures contrasting the environment. The two were locked in high-speed fisticuffs. At times, I took control of Goku's movements, at times in first person, and at others in third-person. No matter the perspective, I could otherwise feel and hear from his point of view. Either way, neither fighters had the upper hand over the other.

Various forgotten transitions before the one below.

Scene 2 - She's Got My Eye! Well, More or Less...
The visuals were very dim. False awakening in bed. I quickly got aware. I called out to my guide, E. Almost immediately, I sensed her forming behind me. I turn to look at her, when she suddenly gouges her index finger through my left lower eyelid. After pinching between my cheek and said eyelid, my guide tried pulling me towards her. Gotta say, that stung like hell! I calmly asked her to let go, but she merely laughed this off.

Various transitions. There were at least two repeats of this scene. Several unknown transitions, where I'd lost lucidity, until getting to below.

Scene 3 - Mobile Destabilization
The visuals were blurred. I falsely awaken in the floor of the small upstairs bathroom. After thinking over how I'd even get there, I slowly figured the dream. I run out to the hallway, faint sunlight providing illumination, and continued all the way downstairs. Things were destabilizing. So, I started rubbing my hands, and when that didn't work, I spun around. But, neither of these actions helped. Warp. Transition.

Scene 4 - Tickle Submission Hold
The visuals were very dim. I was back in bed. Still aware. Once again, I called out to my guide. But, before she could try any funny business, I grabbed her bare foot, then got my revenge by tickling her. Giggling to the point of helplessness, she finally relented. I pondered in silence for a moment before speaking.

"What the heck?", I pressed of her. "Why'd ya do that whole eye-pinching thing?"

E shrugged. "Well, I got your attention, didn't I?"

"Fair enough, I guess..."

There were more pertinent things in mind, but unfortunately, a bunch of other random thoughts drowned those out. Of these were for me and her to, of all things, vocally imitate scenes from random media. Can't even recall what they were. After that were more, uh, base desires. A... warm moment occurred. Afterwards, the dream collapsed.

Scrap Group 2
At home. Various family members were around. So too was E, who appeared only in bed clothes. We talked about the above dream.

Dream 2 - Cobalt Banshee

Scene 1 - Escape the Banshee!
The visuals were quite blurred. I was upstairs watching TV in the master bedroom. Various other family members were also around.

Just then, a ghost appeared out of nowhere, her hair white, skin cobalt blue and with a darker tinted frilled dress to match. Scowl aside, she looked rather comely. Given her sorrowful and angered wailing, she was certainly a banshee. The phantom darted from person to person, screaming into their ears until they'd lost consciousness, or worse. Unsuited to this whole terror, the Overworld Theme from Super Mario Land was sounding loudly in the background.

I wised up to the dream, but was no less frightened. So, I rushed downstairs to the living room, where I conjured E once again.

"What's wrong", she asked blasely?

I pointed towards the stairs. "Heads up. We've got company."

I took a defensive stance, waiting for the ghost to appear. But after a minute, it seemed she simply left. Did it flee, I wondered?

Transition.

Scene 2 - Beware the Banshee!
Similar visuals. Repeat of the above. But, when I got to the living room, I found that the banshee was already waiting for me. In an instant, she took grasp of me, and cried her horrid wail. Warp. Transition.

Scene 3 - An Understanding...?
The visuals were dim. I was in bed. More pertinently, the banshee was still holding me down. Before she yelled again, I spoke, asking her for reprieve. Gently stroking her face, I got into an entire monologue about peace and forgiveness and all that jazz. It looked as if she'd calmed down, and was perhaps even mesmerized by my words. We had a silent moment of understanding... only for her to suddenly blare out yet again. I was shocked out of the dream.

I have WILDed into a small bookstore with my grandparents who are talking about something they are planning to do. As they walk away, I go into another room in the opposite direction, hoping to separate from them.

This new room is a small library that somewhat resembles the one from my old high school. It has white walls, a white floor and cheap bookshelves made of light-colored wood. There is a group of about eight people who are very different from each other. I join in their gossip and we laugh and joke with each other for a moment. One guy cheekily says to me that I can't kill him. I immediately demonstrate my lucid powers by pinching together my right thumb and forefinger while willing his neck to break. There is a loud snapping sound but his neck does not actually break. It was only a kind of "proof of ability". Everyone laughs, including him, because they know that I could have killed him but didn't. This isn't serious at all because we all know that this is dreamland.

I feel even more lucid and powerful now and I walk on, into another area. There are very many people here, unique families of all different kinds. Most people are wearing dark colors, robes and capes even, and are seated at the numerous tables eating lunch. Some of the children have eyes of unnatural colors like red or purple. One blonde boy with red eyes also has fangs that I can see as he laughs, following another child back to the table where his parents are waiting. It is a very big room and there are counters along one side with display cases of different food. Workers are cashing people out and making food.

I feel the random urge to remove my clothes, but the presence of children deters me. I start doing it anyway because the clothes feel extremely confining, but I leave on the underlying layers, including some kind of pinkish-nude leggings.

I walk further and find myself in a smaller fancier dining room with black leather booths lining the walls. The aisle between the booths is very narrow. Most of the tables are piled with dirty plates and leftover food. There is a group of Asian businessmen in very nice suits. They are having a very serious meeting. I stand there looking down at the food on their table and I see something on their plates that looks like a green bell pepper stuffed with green pesto. I reach down and grab one, intending to try it because it looks good. I look closer, noticing the bell pepper more, then say aloud to myself, "I don't like these anyway," before throwing it casually over my shoulder. I walk a few more steps into the room as the businessmen kind of look at me in surprise. I turn around and cockily demand that they say something to me about it, in English. One man who is standing gestures to the one sitting nearest me, encouraging him to say something. I can't remember if he does or not. I leave the room the same way I came.

To the left is the large cafeteria that I have already been in, and to the right is a lofty area with large glass doors leading outside. As I walk towards the doors I notice an Asian woman in business clothes standing next to them. She tells me to have a nice day and I thank her. I then remember the task of the month to ride a broom above the clouds.

I look over in the corner near the doors expecting to see a broom. I see one propped there. It has a stick made of gold with an ornamental pointy tip and little stirrups on it just like in the Harry Potter movies. The stick is not perfectly straight, but crooked like the good ones in HP, and the broom head is clean white. I think it is beautiful and that it is made just for me. It is quite short though, only about two and a half feet long.

I grab the broom and walk through the first set of doors. As I approach the second set, I will the broom to become longer and it visibly does so as I glance at it. It is still not as long as a standard HP broom, but close. I hop on before I reach the second set of doors and begin hovering immediately. I pull a door open with my left hand, holding the broom with my right, and fly out slowly and smoothly.

There is a paved path of grey stone there and a mass of children wearing robes and holding books flows towards the doors, obviously excited to go in. They look like first-year Hogwarts students and I begin to hear some HP-like music softly playing. There is a tall statue in the small round courtyard ahead, illuminated by the bright sunny day. There are buildings all around on the other streets, older and smaller than the one I've just exited. There are some large oak trees around the far edge of the courtyard.

I float up and out a little more and Ginny Weasley is suddenly there on her own broom, facing right at me. She has that fierce brave look on her face and I, startled, say loudly, "Hey Ginny!" She returns the greeting calmly before looking off to the left. I follow her gaze and see other students flying their brooms in a kind of loose swarm. One of them looks like Hermione Granger, but I only see her from behind. I head in the direction of the other flyers and Ginny follows me. I go higher, rising above the roofs of the nearby buildings.

We fly around a corner or two before seeing some very large military airships of some kind landing on a wide highway. I think to myself that it's because I offended those Asian businessmen earlier. There is a loud brass hit in the music when we see the ships, and the soundtrack becomes more intense in general.

Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Hermione suddenly appear. Ron gives a quick casual greeting before they zoom under Ginny and I. We follow, all of us shooting across the cityscape, flying just above the tops of the buildings. There are freeways ahead, twisting and turning through each other.

We attempt to go higher several times, under my direction, but it just doesn't work. It is as if the air becomes a treadmill when we try going up. Just as I'm about to give up, a random person, also on a broom, shows up and tells us that "the hospital" is above the clouds for those who need it. I feel so relieved.

We are now able to zoom upwards, possibly because we have a more solid destination. I become fearful at the vastness of the sky, but keep going anyway. It gets darker until it is like night when we reach the cloud layer, which appears as a medium grey against the blackness. When we get close enough to touch the clouds, we begin to disintegrate and are sucked up through them as streams of particles. My vision goes black and then I'm in the hospital.

It is a waiting room but doesn't resemble any that I've seen in waking life. This place is apparently some kind of high tech airship, maybe also a spaceship. The walls and floor flow together and are made of a greenish brass metal with lots of grooves and bumps. There are many people sitting around on the benches, all in a good mood, all wearing body suits of mainly white with varying colorful designs and decorations. There are a few small curving hallways leading to other rooms, and windows showing the sky beyond. Somehow I can't remember if it's bright blue sky or dark black night.

I look over to my left and see the pilot of the vessel, a black woman. She lets her young son switch a lever for her and they smile lovingly at each other. Her hair is shorter than his, which is quite big and fluffy. I look around again and see another black mother with sleek hair up in a bun. She is leaning over and whispering something reassuring to her white son. He is about the same age as the other boy, eight or nine years old. This place feels so wonderful. Everyone is happy and working together for common goals.

I realize that I still haven't seen the top of the clouds, so I allow myself to phase through the floor. I drop down quickly, briefly seeing the flat, smooth underside of the hospital ship and the tops of the clouds which are fluffy and somehow illuminated from within with a bright neon pink light. I do not know the source of this light. The sky is pitch black.

I go blank for a moment before appearing in my step-grandparent's living room, standing and watching the hospital on the tv. It is day outside. Next to me is a tall thin man sitting in an egg-shaped chair, wearing a suit like the others, except its main color is navy blue and there are more decorations around the collar. He has reddish, very tanned skin, lots of brown freckles, fluffy greying hair and beautiful hazel green eyes. As I look at him he meets my gaze with an incredibly honest and knowing expression. We clasp hands and he smiles at me softly, so seemingly aware. I sustain eye contact, deepening the connection. It feels so good to connect. I realize then that he is me. He is a part of my mind, a part of my awareness. I begin to cry heavy tears of happiness and can't help but smile wide, almost grinning, almost sobbing uncontrollably.

After a few moments we turn back to the screen and I see Jodie Foster with her hair pulled back in a sleek pony. She looks like she's in her late forties, maybe even fifty, and is wearing a mostly white suit with little or no decoration. She is alone in a small control room in the hospital ship. There is neon pink light radiating up from the floor and she is concentrating on what she is doing at her standing desk, a solid, light-grey rectangular pillar with an angled touch screen top.

Morning of October 24, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,937-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score (optimized): 60.



My family and I (in my dream’s fictitious backstory), mostly as we appear now, had been living in Kampong Ayer, a Brunei water village, for about a year. Other than this fallacy, my conscious self identity is extant, though I am not lucid.

There is a vague concern about my dream journals becoming damp, as there is a false memory that I keep them on the floor, where there are gaps in the floorboards directly over the water. However, I do not act upon these thoughts.

While outside on the boardwalk, I notice that two of our curtains had moved out to the outside of the window and had become submerged in the water by about two inches. I also see a curved board on the outer wall, warped from dampness, about halfway up on the outer wall.

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The curved board is a literal, though indoor, real-life feature near our lounge room ceiling. It was caused by the indoor rainstorm when our roof was torn off in November of last year.

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Common strands:

Melatonin mediation and circadian rhythm (The presence of water and its specific forms and dynamics is a temporal association with the sleep cycle)

Literal dream space strand (Literal association with dreams while in the dream state, in this case, thinking about my dream journals)

Curtains and window as a specific level of division between dreaming and waking (Common factor of subliminal awareness of being in the dream state, though I have often used curtains in lucidly and non-lucidly controlled dreams)

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3 more lds tonight! I'll try to come back in November and update the gaps and maybe flesh out some of these bullet point-like dreams.

nl - in a supermarket, long and vivid
lucid - in a greyish room, see a section with chairs (seems like a public place), become lucid and expect f in one of those chairs, see her but she's spaced out, try to kiss her but she is almost catatonic
lucid - in walmart in the last aisle before the garden center, laying out some yugioh cards on a table (they're not real and I can tell) and I'm trying to sell them to a worker who doesn't seem very interested, I'm surprised as I go how weak they are for looking so cool, become lucid turn the corner and see an elderly woman, try to transform her and wake up
nl - f is leaving for the morning and she's forgotten her phone and badge, I run downstairs and am trying to decide whether to try and go to her place of work to bring her her stuff or wait here since she might come back, go downstairs in my apartment and there's a heavy industrial door, see her coming in, wake up
nl - series of fa's
lucid - in 9 living room, it's dark, I try to turn up the thermostat knob (similar to old light switch we used to have iwl) to turn the lights up, eventually just say "lights on!" and it helps (still dim), try to summon f but end up just summoning an invisible presence, try to verify its presence by having it interact with me by having it whip me (don't question dream logic), it works (like a light electric shock where I expected it to whip), wake up

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.

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.

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