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I start off in a place with my mom and her friends. It looks like we are at Peter's house and I was sitting on the floor, watching TV. There was a table behind me and further back was some couches with people there. Me and my mom I think got into it about something and I get upset and leave the house.

My mom calls after me but I ignore her and start walking down streets and alleyways.

Someone walks up to my mom and was wondering what the situation was. She said something and it looked like the person said leave it to me and set out for me. He got into his vehicle which ended up being pyramidis, which is a huge megazord used to for the Zeo Ultrazord then drove off in it's none robot mode.

I was running up a highway filled with cars when I saw the huge zord coming up the adjacent opposite side of the freeway, being careful not to hit any cars. "what the actual fu-" It's the fuckin Pyramidis! I saw the person inside who was at the tip, pointing at me and fingering me to come here.

I was not about to let him take me back in that thing. I looked around and spotted a bridge over pass and ran under it. He'd be way too big to fit in here. He drove up to it, parked it on the side of the road, then he got out. I saw construction stuff all around me and there were people in here, working too.

I ran into a building that has spawned in to hide me and made my way over to an elevator. I pressed the button for it to come down but by the time it did make it, the person was already at the door. He banged on it to get my attention. "Hey!" I turned to him and that's when I saw who it really was. It was Auric! I knew I was not gonna make it on the elevator in time and left it.

Now I end up in a strange room. It looked like a bowling alley only it was the size of a bedroom and the alley's were like only 6 feet long. There were black bags over the machines where the balls come out of and then Auric steps into the room, trapping me. I can see all of his details like his hard cloak on his back and his large size and red eyes. I ran around the ball machine, trying to keep him on the opposite side of me but he was not having it. he leapt over the machine, pouncing me before I can run down the alleyway. "Gotcha!" He waves a finger at me for being naughty then grabs the back of my head and slams my face into his chest. "that's for running off like that from your people. And." He bangs my head into his chest again. " That's for making me come all the way out here to get ya and not not stopping when I told you to come here."

He was now in his toy mode in my arms and I started laughing at what just happened, now semi lucid.

Morning of November 23, 2018. Friday.

Dream #: 18,967-04. Reading time: 2 min 52 sec. Readability score: 59.



King Street boarding house in La Crosse in late morning. (Irrelevant to waking life since 1990). I may have descended the imaginary staircase (though I do not have the memory of it) to sustain and vivify my dream.

I am at the bottom of the staircase from the second floor, where there is the fictitious feature of an L-shaped foyer where I remain until my dream ends. My landlady comes in from her kitchen and tells me to mop the floor in this area. The mop bucket is to my left. The mop is next to it.

I do not use any water. I guide the mop over the floor and soon see a C-shaped clump of dust that it gathers and consider if I should tell the landlady that I should sweep the floor first. Soon, I see several Kinder Surprise toys on the floor, one of them a small penguin figure. I move the mop, and they are all in a small cluster.

I hear my youngest daughter talking from upstairs, though I do not discern what she is saying. My landlady comes in (again from her kitchen) and asks me if my daughter has eaten yet. I am uncertain but tell her that she may have gotten something on her own. I inform her that I will be taking my daughter “to the north side” (meaning Northside La Crosse, to the Loomis Street house).

She seems concerned that my daughter is on her own upstairs and mentions something about having heard of a boy on a CD, who recently died. (This is possibly my infra-self distorting “TV” to prevent a literal waking life translation, as the unconscious mind is not viably accessible in the dream state, contrary to popular misconception.)

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My dream starts decoding itself a moment before waking. None of our children have ever lived in America, let alone Northside La Crosse (or the King Street mansion on the south side of town either). I do not use the mop bucket, because I subliminally recall that water represents melatonin and potential dream state reinduction (and mopping or cleaning being an inherited biological thread of the glymphatic system, when fluid increases in cells while sleeping). (Because of this, water in the nexus, other than when I am entering or anticipating a return to sleep, never occurs. Despite the presence of the mop bucket and thinking it might be full of water, I never actually look into it and use the mop in its dry condition. Why? Because I am subliminally aware of being in the dream state - non-lucid - and my daughter might need me as perceived by RAS - even though Zsuzsanna is also awake, thus I do not seek to reinduce my sleep cycle.)

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For many years (even in childhood), I have been trying to determine if there is any consistent cause as to which threads of the current conscious self survive the demolition past the nexus and the transpersonal interconsciousness into non-lucid dream space. The infra-self is focused on the transition through the sleeping, dreaming, and waking space, not real life or from the viewpoint of the conscious self identity as in waking life, which ceases to exist in non-lucid dream space (one of many reasons I wholly dismiss “dream interpretation” in the typical use of the term).

My youngest daughter is the sole liminal presence here based on something presently real in my life (though my dream self has no memory of my current address or that we live in Australia even in otherwise having recognition of my daughter). The reason is that she was awake and talking in reality at the time (in the lounge room) and it filtered through the nexus, the only thread that reached my infra-self.

The staircase leads down into the (fictitious) L-shaped foyer. A foyer or porch is often a concurrent “bridge” within the nexus in all modes of dream manifestation (subliminal, liminal, and lucid) and RAS (reticular activating system) processes. It is used the same way in hypnosis and meditation. However, a staircase is not just about initiating consciousness in the waking process (or using it to vivify a dream when descending one). It is also about breaking the imaginary physicality of liminal space and becoming aware of the physical body (vestibular system correlation).

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Morning of November 22, 2018. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,966-01. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec. Readability score: 50.



I am looking at the ocean while I am incorporeal. It is near either sunrise or sunset. The ocean’s surface has a purple hue. A drone that I see as firstly flying high in the sky reaches a small island. At first, I do not know what it is. It had been sent to study lemurs. Eventually, I feel that it is invasive and unwarranted. There is a family of lemurs that sits in what is more like an oversized bird nest. An unfamiliar narrator’s voice (very rare in my dreams), as if as part of a documentary, mentions something about the mother lemur and “what she makes of it.” (I hear “make” twice, but I do not recall the full phrase. It seems to imply making something in a literal context but is ambiguous.)

I am aware that the mother lemur may capture the drone and hide it somewhere, like inside the nest or covered with something, to prevent humans from watching them or discovering where they are.

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Purple (as a dominant feature) is an uncommon color in my dreams (though so is orange) and only dominates when coming up more quickly out of slow-wave sleep, of which the ocean represents the residual essence. (Ocean presence of a vivid discernment, other than its depths, typically only occurs in the last dream of a sleep cycle, whereas rivers, lakes, and streams occur near the beginning of every sleep cycle and often even when I am not asleep, in the first stages of hypnagogia. I associate water with the natural melatonin process and sleep itself, usually hearing the imaginary sound of water as I enter sleep.)

Lemurs, as well as monkeys, on the fundamental level, are often a precursory subliminal association with coming up out of the dream state, a representation of the infra-self.

Flying autosymbolism (either projected or inherited) has occurred in my dreams at least once (typically more than once) during every sleep cycle for over fifty years. It is the main factor of vestibular system correlation, the primary process of resolving physicality because the physicality of the dream state is imaginary (which triggers falling dreams, the so-called “waking start”).

The drone is the emerging consciousness factor in this transition, a non-lucid and often invasive dynamic by way of the preconscious, seeking out my infra-self (the lemurs in this case) to initiate consciousness. A look at thousands of my (non-lucid) dream posts on Tumblr (once autosymbolism is legitimately understood) will reveal the same processes with infinite variations.

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11/19/18. Monday.
Was on a cobblestone street following an old wizard. It felt like 1930’s American city. I flew up to rooftop. There were pipe chimneys, vents and an old type suitcase laying there. I decided to look around. When I got close to the edge I felt that there was a charm on the rooftop that if non-magical people looked up here, they would see only what they were expecting to see (nothing). Rooftops are a place where we magical people like to hang out sometimes because we can more easily get away with not be seen by nomaj’s. I took out my wand and had a look around and saw box about hand sized. When I opened it I saw what looked like a clock but I recognized as a time turner. Valuable but I already knew the time turning spell on my own so didn't need a charmed device for that, so I put it down for some one else to find.

I was a bit taken back by how I was myself behind this magical-world-themed personality. I was like I was inside another me that was acting. It was way more than that, this was a person in a world with it’s own rules and my mind worked differently here and knew things that my regular mind did not.

I went over to the suitcase and saw that the big suitcase was open. I put my wand away and tried to look through the clothing (a woman’s clothing) and stuff to look for a name tag. Some of the clothes started falling out and I didn’t want to make it look like I was rummaging through it all. I put the clothes back before I could find a name tag or something.

I decided to leave before I got into some kind of trouble. I felt I had someone to meet up with so I had to go quickly. I decided to apperate so I ran and jumped off the roof and tumbled in the air and apperated.

(I felt like I was in a different feeling world.)
I found myself materializing in some bedroom. This world was much more like the world that I live in. In fact, the room looked a lot like my own bedroom, but it was hard to see as it was night and dark. I looked around and see a guy waiting for me while sitting on the bed. He was waiting for me to get there so that we could both go someplace and do something. He was definitely not me but had some similarities. Once he saw me, he was like “alright let’s go" and got up, got his hoody on, and headed out the bedroom door. I wanted to explore the room more but the guy was leaving and this was interesting so I followed. However, on walking through the doorway I very noticeable passed through an energy field of golden light that was about the width of a finger! I recognized it as the energy field that I put around my own bedroom to keep lower entities out, but I couldn’t figure out if this was my room and wanted to investigate this more, but once we were out of the room there were two older women in the hallway connected to this room.

Out in the hallway there were two woman were looking into another room like they were looking for someone. One of the women was in her late 50 in PJ’s and the other was in her 70’s. in a plush light-colored robe. They were aggravated. The middle-aged woman was surprised to see the guy and said to him “Where have you been?” He angrily and quickly walked past them and said “Don’t worry about me. I’m going out for a bit.” I followed and wondered what their deal was, but they weren’t getting along. He made a right into a kitchen and grabbed something off of the counter and then out of a cabinet. It looked like a kitchen from the 1960’s or 70’s and the refrigerator even had an old pull out handle on it. It was that odd dream reality mix of different eras in things. He turned to the frig and opened it. I thought he must be making a quick meal before we head off. He took some of the items inside the frig and put them up on another higher shelf, which seemed odd but made sense when he completely removed the lower shelving and took it out. There was a hole that went through the refrigerator and the floor to a poorly lit something down below! He then climbed down into the hole! That was unexpected. I wasn’t sure what to do but this seemed like the best possibility for an adventure, so I decided to follow.


I woke up. I was a little disappointed about not continuing the dream.