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Hi everyone!

I had a dream last night, it was a bit of a weird one..!

I remember being in work first of all. Everyone I worked with were there, so that was fine and normal.

Then at lunchtime I met my Mum and Dad at a newsagents place. This is where it began weird. I wanted five scratch cards, and the person asked if I would show her my I.D.
I was fine with that, going to do it when my Mum shouted; “She doesn’t need to do that! She’s 32 years old!” (Which is my true age..!)
I listed off stuff that proved my age, like events I remembered, things I'd done. But to no avail, they didn’t care.

Then the person who’d requested my I.D. brought out a spike. My dream self knew it didn’t want to do it, but I was forced to put my finger on the spike - it opened up my finger..!
Then I woke up, and my finger was actually hurting..!

Morning of November 10, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,954-02. Reading time: 2 min 26 sec. Readability score: 66.



I am looking at a map of the island of Sulawesi (Celebes) with its very unusual shape. I notice an isolated fictitious town with the name of “Core” that is otherwise where Central, West, and South Sulawesi meet. There are mostly only native inhabitants there. I project my dream self into the map to create the foundation of my dream. I decide I will play the role of introducing new opportunities and resources to the region.

At one point, I mentally create diced pineapples in a bowl and the tribal leader enjoys them. I reassure him that I will only allow a few tourists to come to the area only during certain time periods and that I will have my team clean the region on a regular basis.

At another point, several soldiers, all in black, come to occupy the area. I mentally create an army that comes in from a ship and wipes them all out.

I decide to go on a journey to Los Angeles. An unfamiliar backpacker asks if he can go with us, and I say yes. I enjoy the idea of a random dream denizen (almost as if I see him as “real” or having perception) being on my ship in my dream. Although the trip is supposed to last several days, we arrive there within minutes. I try to make the ocean waves more interesting. In the distance, there seem to be huge “curtains.”

I alter the nature and progression of my dream with the intent of increasing my dream state awareness. I create rain to sustain and vivify my dream to astounding levels (as water and its specific dynamics has always been a natural melatonin factor of the dream state). The weight and coolness of the water is incredibly realistic. I slowly fly in standing position above an unknown town in semidarkness. I marvel at the pleasurable sensations of the rain that falls upon my skin and the realistic, vivid sound of rain all around me. I fly slowly over a small canal with culverts on each end.

I eventually land and bring out the sun. I walk down a wooden sidewalk and notice the nexus simulacrum (personified preconscious) going through a doorway built adjacent to the building on my right but of which goes to the intersection, but I mentally force him to turn around. I ask him, “What is your name?” He looks puzzled and in a hurry. “What is your name?” I ask him two more times, in case there is an interconsciousness thread present.

I maintain the expectation that the nexus simulacrum may have a level of transpersonal intelligence that may not originate from my dream self.

He answers with “Dennis Sunimun.” I let him leave, as he seems late for a business meeting. Still, “Dennis” is the name of my brother and “Sunimun” is an obvious distortion of “sunny man.” I was hoping for something more, evidence of intelligence beyond my own, which has been present in certain previous dreams.

I reset my dream, with the possibility I will wake myself, but I end up in an offset dream of lesser vividness. Still, I make my way to a library to write down the event. I walk through midair, about ten feet above the street, with a few random people.

In the library, I read handwritten details in a notebook. I write “Dennis Sunimun” several times, but when I look each time, I am not sure if it is clear enough to carry over into my conscious memory and I try writing it again. Finally, I go into another area of the library and walk out with my family.

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⚘Bleeding money⚘by DemiDevil17 13:02

LINK to dream journal
I could not find a comment box
So I will put it in my dream journal

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so I was layed in bed in the astral plane
before this became a lucid dream

the events take place in 4 places
that lead back to my bed
before I wake up
so as I was crucified in my bed
with only the ceiling and the floor to see
and a couple of props for place one
as I start to dream

I can feel my body fading
as a dark light gesture where I see myself
walking out a door
from where I'm laying with my eyes closed
as if I were playing a third person video game

as my conscious was attaining lucidity I teleport
to a cash register where the second place started
where I reach in my pocket and pull out blood⚘
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as I drench my hand in the bleeding cusp
and try to pay him ✔
with the drenching blood dripping from my hands ✔
as that happen

I was in a seemless car ride
where I only seen car moving on the side of me
but there was no being in the vehicle
it was jus the dash the sky and the car

for place three at the fourth place
I was in abandon warehouse
where I reach from where the cash register was
while still in lucidity of the blood
I sit down to make sure I'm not dying
as I stand up I see

⚘money falling from the ground in a upward motion⚘
like the sky was upside down
and the ground was the sky

then I fade out
where my hands were in my pocket
then wake up jus staring

OMG Coincidance

Just stopped listening to The Penny Arcade by Roy Obison.

To chech the front pade of Dreamviews your dream was at the top. This song is about those machines in Australia we call "the pokies"

They metaphorically drain people dry
Not of thier blood
But their livelyhood (money)

They sometimes sound a bit like cash registers
When you win.

I was playing this song about the pokies just before comming here abd seeing your dream (about an hour ago niw. I got two other folk on Messenger messenger ing me)

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Penny Arcade

Roy Orbison

A light shown in the night some way ahead,
blue turned into green then it was red
And stirring the night love music played
the light I saw in the night was a penny arcade (pokies)

Hey step up and play
each machine seemed to say,
as I walked round and round the penny arcade
Just ring the bell
on the big bagatelle
and you'll make all those colored lights cascade
And music played
at the penny arcade,
yes it played and it played, played all the time
Roll up and spend your last dime

At first
⚘I thought it a dream⚘
that I was in,
lost, lost in a sea of glass and tin

But no,
so dipping⚘ my hand in the back of my jeans
I grabbed a handful of coins to feed the machine

(...)

Roll up and spend your last, roll up and spend your last, roll up and spend your last dime!

Songwriters: Sammy King

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The dream starts at my high school. I can't remember what happens there, but me and a group of friends eventually headed to our middle school. I saw my current art teacher working as a janitor, and the entire building was different. "Hey, this is almost in the same place as it is when I'm AWAKE!" I said, despite the fact this was horribly wrong. Everyone was impressed that I had achieved lucidity. We went inside the building and it was dark. we were in this large room that was poorly lit. To the back of us there was a white wall with a wooden horizontal rack meant for hanging clothes towards the ceiling. While everyone was checking out a room, I told my friend (who will be called E for the rest of the entry) to follow me into somewhere more private. We tried a compartment above the clothes rack, but that was too small. I mentioned the closet, but E said that she didn't like small spaces (I am unsure of this in real life.) We decided to go into the bathroom. What happened next I was still lucid for and will refuse to disclose. I feel partially ashamed for it, as this person was one of my crushes. Nothing that constituted a wet dream. I was sure of this when I woke up this morning and checked my pants. It's just odd for two friends to do. Hint: The bath water turned to red gelatin. There was calming 1950's music in the background. halfway into this moment my dream sort of "ejected" itself from my mind. I still heard the dream, but most of the visuals were lost. I was completely free to open my eyes at that point, and I did.

this is dream I got my soul posses and I was stuck in a mental contraption and enslaved in a dream where it took me 4 months to wake up for a 15 min sleep paralysis time didn't exist I could only move around my house or go to the stores nothing more or nothing less yet I thought it was reality yet I couldn't control non of the outcome no matter how hard I try to attain lucidity when I gain consciousness in the dream state to jolt myself back to waking up I would wake in a false awakening where I can only get up from the bed and lay back on the bed so this took place for 24 hours I could only move from left to right

10-28
Fragment: I remember two men's faces, one of them being Jerry Seinfeld.
Dream: I'm at 9, some new neighbors have moved in to a house I used to petsit at; it's an odd couple, a young asian man and an older white lady. Someone is having their wedding there and F and I are attending. As we enter there's a "good" bottle of wine in a blue bottle which someone takes out of a lit china cabinet. I'm in a room with F and we're having dessert, I do some kind of unconscious dream control and transform a wine glass (like glassblowing, but just with fingertip gestures). My grandpa is calling me from the other room. He says something loudly and brashly which is confusing/embarrassing. Tony Soprano is there. Maybe it was Meadow's wedding.
Fragment: View of a street corner at my old college. It's morning, the light is tinted blue, there aren't many cars on the road.
Fragment: Brothers (that's all I wrote).

10-29
Dream: Long two-part dream with a painting/cooking competition (influenced by watching S1 of Skin Wars with F - I was competing against Mythica). I'm outside, in a grassy space near some bleachers, crowded with trees and some other metal/cinderblock structures. My painting is very saturated in its colors, it's of several columns with a vibrant sky behind them. The sky/weather around me is morning with tinted blue light -- from now on I'll just denote this as MB since it happens so often. I go to/under the bleachers to get a black plastic or metal barrel and start cooking, it's some kind of jambalaya or gumbo with sausage and potatoes. Later I'm in a bus with F's younger cousin, we're searching for ingredients. The bus is more like a warehouse, with a long table going down the length of it (maybe 2-3 times as long as a regular bus); I find what I need: potatoes and my pot of soup, which is smaller now than the barrel. I pull it from under the table, and notice some bugs crawling around some of the bags of ingredients. Transitions again and I'm at 9 having a crawfish boil and cooking hogs whole.
Dream: An old HS classmate who was a bit ditzy is asking for my work ID (the environment is a mix of HS and work) so that we can go on a date. I make an excuse that I have to go to my locker to find it.

10-30
Dream: I'm yelling angrily to my dad about my grandpa's medications. It starts in the backyard with my grandpa in a wheelchair near us, my dad is being to lax and not getting the prescriptions filled on time. I'm really yelling and beating on him, he's unfazed. We end up in the front yard, and a lot of family members and family friends are across the street in my neighbor P's driveway/front yard. They're all watching on as I yell and beat my dad. Eventually I walk over there and talk with them to calm down. Transitions and I'm in our driveway in our old van. My aunt is in the front with a baby, and she's holding it out so I can see it. It has a weird mouth -- it extends too far like a proboscis.
Notes: br stall; swing, flying bound?

Nothing down for 10-31 or 11-01

11-02
Dream: I'm standing next to a pool. Several of my indian coworkers are walking on water, and I ask them how to do it. An older one who sits near me explains about prana and breathing; a younger one who was on my first team makes an analogy that goes something like "A young man ...(insert foolish attempt); An old man ...(wiser, more effective method)". It was actually really good advice but I didn't write it down.
Fragment: Off of a country road, there's a suburban house with a staircase to a small loft right off the front door.
Dream: In 9, at night on the back porch. I'm with F and my dad, there are some ice chests lying around and a tablecloth on the table. It seems like a party is planned soon or just finished. F or I inquire about drinks and my dad says "MImosas" with an emphasis on the first part, making it sound like "My" -- this ties in with an in-joke F and I have about him and the way he says "My TV" or "My truck" in a specific way. There are also tall cans of bud light with weird plastic caps on them. I understand them to be bud light but they look like miller high life; strange. We're on our way to the pool, and I am trying to decide on shoes or flip flops.
Fragment: Something happened here but it's lost now.
Dream: F is in a room next to the bed. She stands up and walks to a door in the far left corner, and when she opens the door, a hand reaches out and grabs her. I can't move but I force the perpetrator to let go of her and approach me instead with dream control. I intrinsically understand that I have a certain energy or "light" that will dispel his darkness. I make him touch my arm and he goes blank-faced; this is similar to a past dream where I would reality check and engage with DCs, at which point they would go blank-faced and sort of become broken robots. He was kneeling down near the bed and had an Optimus Prime toy on his head.
The interesting part is how it started -- I wouldn't call it a WILD, I guess it was more like a DEILD but without the L. I had just gotten up for a bit and I lie down and immediately sort of popped into this one, I just didn't catch it and make it lucid.
Lucid: I decide to really try and get lucid after being teased by the last dream with awareness. I focus my efforts on it and very soon I'm hearing a radio drama in my head, although I still have full awareness of my body. It reminded me of HS and college when I was staying up late or close to sleep due to a project or homework I was working on, and I would get auditory hallucinations of voices/conversations with friends or family members, and or a loud bang or gunshot. Anyway, the radio drama sounded like It's a Wonderful Life, and one of the key characters was Uncle Billy, who was being forgetful about the night before of course. He remembered that he keyed a tree, scratched his name into it. Soon I can feel a sensation of moving back and forth, and I realize I'm on a swing. Once I realize it, the visualizations follow. I see myself in a wooden swing in a small yellowish room, with darkish blue light coming in from a window to the right. I say "I'm dreaming" as I swing, and imagine myself feeling the armrest, and I pop into the dream and lose most awareness of my physical body. I'm able to use pyromancy, and use my fingertip-flame-laser to carve shapes into the wood of the swing. I jump/get up from the swing and start interacting with a wooden desk with loose objects on its surface. I sweep them them off onto the floor, some wooden items, some glass beakers or bottles. I pick up a wooden item -- I forget what it was now -- and inscribe its surface. I remember the words "left" and "sou". The smoke effect from the pyromancy was vivid.

I'm in my bed in still infamy where I slip in lucidity where I'm trapped in a bright white door there toilets everywhere with different color poop jus floating in the air I wake up in a dream where I'm eating a black texture with a brown feeling and and ridged bumps
then I'm at a place where there different colorization of the messy stool then a plastic curtain rips open yellow brown red and green then I wake up

⚘I am so happy Bappjif⚘
That you are Hosting a drve
(dream remote Viewing Experiment )
that this happy ear-worm has began

Toot toot
All aboard

Chattanooga Choo Choo

I will focus my dreams toward your target
And put the dream results here in mt dream journal

I will Train my dreams to reveal your targetd 💕💕💕.

The Andrews Sisters

Pardon me boy,
is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
Track twenty nine,
boy you can gimme a shine

I can afford
to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've got my fare
and just a trifle to spare

You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four
Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore

Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer
Than to have your ham 'n' eggs in Carolina

When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far

Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin'

Woo, woo, Chattanooga, there you are

There's gonna be a certain party at the station
Satin and lace, I used to call funny face
She's gonna cry until I tell her that I'll never roam

Songwriters: Mack Gordon / Harry Warren

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