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Date of Dream: TUE 30 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 468 - Dream Guide Lifelines

I don’t remember much about dream. From where I do remember, I was in some unknown area. There was this guy that giving me all these Survivor/Amazing Race-like challenges to do. After completing a few, one of the challenges was to drop off a plane, going skydiving. I ended up really badly freaking out and thinking to myself “How can I do this on my own? I would die!”. A dream guide then appeared; it was Dreamy WB, although she looked different to usual. She seemed to also act like more of an African-American woman in this dream and had a thick American accent on her. The dream then showed her strap me on to her and jump off the plane, now plummeting down the sky and no, there was no parachute with her, just herself… She acted as the parachute.

There was then a sub-scene playing where the guy told me I had two more dream guide lifelines left, which meant two more opportunities to use Dreamy WB. The dream then moved onto the next scene where I was at a completely distorted version of Dandenong Plaza with my grandma. I have forgotten everything we did there but at some point, I mentioned how I really wanted to try the new breadcrumb options on the Schnitz menu. I actually ended up ordering a meal from Schnitz. I have forgotten the type of breadcrumbs they were but they tasted so good. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream 468: Results (Competition #8)
Competition Night: 25
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 1.0

Calculation Details:
- Non Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: Dreamy WB (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 134.5
Total Accumulated Points: 135.5

Date of Dream: MON 29 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 467 - Separated Sections

Dream 467 A - There's A Volt In My Bed
I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, the dream took place in my bedroom, during the day. I so happened to be under the covers with 18-Volt who was in his WarioWare Gold appearance, sporting an additional 3D enhancement to his figure. The dream was playing in third person mode but the camera was zoomed in very closely on me. I could be seen leaning my head forwards into 18-Volt’s stomach area (yes, he had a tummy in this dream whereas you can’t really see it in games), having my hands on each side close by. I could be seen wearing my school summer dress. 18-Volt had his lower arm scooped under me but was resting his upper arm on his side. That’s all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 467 B - Just Keep Driving
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my primary school but the environment didn’t really look like a school at all; rather, it looked like the inside of a store. I can’t recall this scene very clearly. It had something to do with my grade five teacher and there were heaps of stationary items on shelves. I had a certain budget that I could buy my own stationary for. One packet of pencils was too expensive and so I exchanged it for the smaller, not as good quality packet.

For the second scene, I was driving my mum’s car within the area of Glen Waverley near the train station. At first, the roads felt like normal, as they would in real life but as the dream progressed, I started to get an odd feeling about the roads. I noticed the road becoming rough and dirty ahead, coming to an abrupt end, so as I was driving, I attempted to call out for 18-Volt. As I was going this though, I felt the familiar, light, lifting sensation that would occur whenever the dream tries to initiate a fade-out on me.

As I noticed this, I said to myself in an annoyed tone, “Okay fine, I’ll just keep driving towards the disaster zone and hope 18-Volt notices himself that something’s up”. It seemed to have worked though as the dream decided to continue rather than fading out. So indeed, I did drive onto the extremely rough and hilly dirt road that I was afraid was going to send the car flying. Indeed the terrain was getting rougher and rougher but near the end of it, 18-Volt appeared as a hologram in his Smooth Moves appearance, how he’s animated on “The Multiplayer Test” title screen. His energy alone was enough to bring the car to a halt, I didn’t touch anything myself.

The scene then changed and I found myself to be in this house that looked to be old fashioned to me. I went over into the kitchen and I noticed 18-Volt there but he didn’t appear as any of his in-game appearances. Rather, he looked to be in his 50s and was not wearing any clothes common to his usual appearance. He seemed to be wearing an ash coloured woollen coat over a pair of jeans and black boots and he had a short haircut. He wasn’t wearing completely clear-lensed reading glasses but then he wasn’t wearing his usual 3D glasses either; the glasses are hard to describe.

So I went up behind him and noticed him stirring a large pot on the stove. I looked to see what was inside the pot and my mind made out that he was cooking some sort of stew, although it looked more like all these pasta coated dumplings to me. He then took the pot over to the square shaped table nearby and placed it there. The dream then showed that he and my grandma were sitting at one side of the table.

18-Volt was gesturing that he wanted to me to sit next to him but I calculated that there wasn’t enough room to fit my chair in. I moved my chair over to the front side of the table where no one else was and so I had enough room to fit in. Then 18-Volt decided he’d move over to the other empty side, so now I was in-between him and my grandma who were facing each other on each of the side ends. As were just about to start eating, the dream ended.



Dream 467: Results (Competition #8)

467 A
Competition Night: 24
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

467 B
Competition Night: 24
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 7.0

Calculation Details:
- Non Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Buy Something (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0)
- 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)

+ Previous Total: 127.5
Total Accumulated Points: 134.5

Date of Dream: SUN 28 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 466 - Rest In Peace Luigikid

I can’t remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, there was a video posted on Luigikid’s channel (an Austrian gamer) and an announcement was made that he died. The only odd thing though is that the announcement was made by Luigikid himself… Weirdly though, I actually believed that he was dead. Later on in the dream, I ended up telling my parents about who he was and how he was dead. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream 466: Results (Competition #8)
Competition Night: 23
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 0.5

Calculation Details:
- Non Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 127.0
Total Accumulated Points: 127.5

Date of Dream: SAT 27 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 465 - Separated Sections

Dream 465 A - The One That Got Further Away
I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was in some unknown area. It had been confirmed that I had cancelled my previous work placement but without my knowledge, my dad enrolled me into taking another placement and one that I would have to use another elevator to reach; I wasn’t happy with him. I decided that I wanted to call a dream guide to come and reprimand him. At first, I thought about Dreamy WB but then I decided that 18-Volt might be better suited because he’s usually the one responsible when it comes to helping me take the elevator.

I called for 18-Volt and eventually, something did happen but then again, it’s not what I wanted. Only his head appeared (in the style of the Game and Wario cover art), so he was basically invalid. I called out to the dream again to give me 18-Volt but it didn’t budge. I picked the 18-Volt head and tried reshaping it into a whole 18-Volt figure myself; this didn’t seem to work. As I my fingers would kneed him more and more, he became more distorted and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get a valid 18-Volt. That’s all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 465 B - Gifts To Get Active
I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, it was some sort of high school environment but the situation was a mix of primary school and high school. I can clearly remember one of the teachers who was my primary school art teacher in real life. She gave me and my friend JSa some sort of gift, active-wear outfits. It was a cool discovery, realising that my outfit ended up being the same colour scheme as 18-Volt’s usual attire, green and white, with an additional hint of red in there. The pants were a plain green, exact match of 18-Volt’s. I actually thought to myself, “18-Volt’s pants!”. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream 465: Results (Competition #8)

465 A
Competition Night: 22
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

465 B
Competition Night: 22
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 1.0

Calculation Details:
- Non Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 126.0
Total Accumulated Points: 127.0

Date of Dream: FRI 26 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 464 - The Secret Beach

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was driving down the highway but I forgot where to exactly. Later on in the dream, I was walking around my local area in what felt like the evening. I ended up walking down this path that was just behind the local school and it was the most amazing sight ever. It lead to a small but beautiful looking beach with soft white sand and crystal clear water. Once again, I was thinking to myself “I wish 18-Volt was here”.

I didn’t get to stay there long at all though. Even before I could set foot on the sand, my parents came up behind me and hurried me out of there, saying that there was something wrong with the cat. The resolution was made that we had to walk the cat to the vet. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream 464: Results (Competition #8)
Competition Night: 21
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 7.5

Calculation Details:
- Non Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- 7-Day Recall Chain (7.0)

+ Previous Total: 118.5
Total Accumulated Points: 126.0

Morning of October 31, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,944-03. Reading time: 1 min 48 sec. Readability score: 72.



I lose my conscious self identity in a later water reinduction stage. I am still in a canoe that is floating through a marsh, probably Mink Slough. Two unfamiliar children are with me, a boy and a girl. I am young as well, though possibly about eighteen.

The water seems shallower at one point. There is much vegetation protruding from the water’s surface. The plants are multicolored, that is, different colors in different sections. Someone had coated all the dried-up leaves with a few different colors of spray paint, including blue, red, and yellow. I consider that it was a thoughtless act, as it will likely cause environmental problems.

Eventually, we reach the bank and leave the canoe. The King Street landlady has given the children a task to build what I first think is a rabbit cage. (This is an association with early childhood, as my father had a rabbit farm.) There are pieces of wood, screen, and wire to use to build the cage. They are in a pile near the south end of the King Street house. I decide that I will help, but the boy had already built a cage when I pick up a few random boards.

In the last scene, I am in the King Street mansion’s kitchen. There is a birdcage where the sink was in real life. The boy may have been cleaning the cage already, as when he leaves the room, there is birdseed stuck all over his face. He does not seem to care.

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Curiously, the last scene was from a minimal thought while watching “Cargo” (2017) last night, when the girl Thoomi was eating something and got seeds or crumbs stuck on her lips and face. I have always found it astounding how the non-lucid dream self can take one fleeting impersonal trivial thought and make it part of a dream scenario. The movie was about zombies, and yet I have never dreamt of zombies in the apocalyptic sense. (In a dream from 1981, they were based on the original usage of the term as slow-moving sleepwalking slaves, but were revealed to be actors.) I think it is because of how they move so unnaturally in such movies when my reticular formation and vestibular system mostly only create fluid movements in dreams. That, and it is difficult to imagine very sick people as being stronger or faster than healthy people.

The common melatonin mediation factor appears here (as occurs one or more times each sleep cycle). It starts with water induction and ends with vestibular system correlation (the boy in the kitchen as the vestibular simulacrum leaving the birdcage - and note how the birdcage was where the sink was in reality).

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I'm kinda planning on not writing my non lucid dreams I this journal, but since I had 2 dreams tonight where one of them was a lucid, I'll put both in here.
However, I did not write these 2 dreams down during the night, so I'll only put in some notes here.

First dream, I was in a Arabic like city. I was traveling with a friend, and we were exploring the city. Suddenly we hear evacuation sounds, and people start fleeing. It turns out there was a zombie outbreak. I forgot something in a car, so I went to grab it. However the zombies caught up to me. Suddenly 3 super zombies appeared. The were wealding swords, and ran a sword fast as humans. I ran away, but one of the zombies eventually caught up with me, and slashed me up. I woke up.... awwwww


The second dream I can't remember so well. However I remember how I got lucid. I was walking up some appartement stairs, and couldn't find the flat I was looking for. I randomly became lucid, since I knew I could just open a random door and it would lead me to where I wanted to go. I opened the door closest to me, and entered. I started feeling my real body, in my bed. I tried forcing a false awakening (I have had good experiences with forcing a false awakening when the lucid dream becomes unstable). However I just woke up.. my body felt heavy and it felt unreal. However I didn't bother RC..... was this really not a false awakening.. hmmmmm

Non-dream stuff - Woke up at 8:20 or so with my alarm, waking up from a non-lucid, sweating. Slept some more and woke up again around 2 hours later with one or two non-lucids.

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Dream 1:
I was living in a house with my partner (H); I remember it had a ground floor and a first floor. It was day time, and sunny. One of our neighbours was a couple, a man and a woman, who had two kids, two boys I think.

One of those boys started to "accuse" me of looking at him, when I hadn't been; this went on for a while in the dream and the parents themselves didn't seem that interested... Later on, this boy, the younger of the two I think, started messing around and eventually he tried to get into our house for some reason or something. I decided we should catch him and make him calm down and explain his problems.

I waited for him to be on top of our wall or fence or something and then when he couldn't see me I'd grabbed him by the legs and took him in and told him to calm down, as he was obviously upset now. I asked him why he was being left here when his parents were gone and he wasn't sure; and he said that sometimes when his parents were at home he wasn't allowed in and he could hear "pumping" noises? I understood the implied meaning of this in the dream to be his parents having sex.

I remember as soon as he calmed down and started to explain his problems I was a lot less tense too, as I hadn't wanted him to get away without an explanation for his previous behaviour at the very least.

Seems I can't remember any more detail for this dream.

Dream 2:
In a square-ish L shape room. The negative shape of the L (so, a smaller square area) was a vertical section of some sort. This looked it was all part of some sort of facility. There was a glass sliding door that would lead into a corridor. Next to the door were many armed guards, standing in a formation, they looked like stormtroopers but some with no helmets on.

By the glass around the inner part of the L, facing into the vertical section, was a woman. I can't remember what she looked like exactly but I remember something about her breasts being inflated, but then not. She was the DNA source for those clone troopers or something? But I was too or something.

I remember suggesting an idea to her that perhaps we could change her DNA a bit further, as it was ironic that the troopers were infertile and they couldn't procreate with her. Then I remember saying or thinking something about the fact that she could give birth to our genetically modified humans as a surrogate, rather than them being grown in wherever they were grown.

There was a lot more detail to this dream, but I've forgotten it.

Dream 3:
The last dream, like the rest was quite long but I only remember the last portion... I remember being in a shop, then outside at a pier... I was in Australia or something? I needed to take a boat to Europe or the Middle-East. I remember seeing a world map, but oddly Africa seemed to be missing.

The boat and some other things looked a bit cartoony somehow. The captain was the owner and they were struggling financially or something so I bought the boat really cheap off him and then I had to get some things ready and then someone else was captain of the boat and I bought it off them again as for some reason it was sinking and buying it stopped it...

Eventually I got on and there was some sort of transition. I remember seeing the map again.

The next place, in someone's house. It was like a holiday house that was let to people. I looked around for others but couldn't find anyone. It was day and I could see sunlight come through windows, but the windows themselves looked too bright (nothing but white past them).

I found some food and drinks, all prepared, for guests like myself, but I didn't take any. I looked around more for someone else and eventually entered this darker, tiny, kitchen. There was a door to the outside and it didn't look so sunny but it was still day. The door was open and there was a woman standing there with a slightly grumpy look on her face. In the kitchen was a man, about my age. He started talking to me and commenting about the house or something, and then all of a sudden he said "oh you've got a bit of a zapper there" or something like that, referring to the fact that he could see my junk poking in my pants, which incidentally were my sweatpants.

I apologised and said that this just sometimes happened and I couldn't control it (and in fact I expected him to understand since he was a man), but I got the feeling he brought it up more to antagonise his wife or girlfriend standing outside. I took a pair of my compression gloves out of my left pocket and said to him "look, maybe these were also contributing", as my gloves felt quite bulgy inside the pocket previously. Oddly, I can't remember what happened to the gloves, and it's the first time they've appeared in a dream since I've had them.

Then some transition.

I was outdoors with this guy. In some city in the US. There was nobody else here initially. I had an interface overlay in my vision, reminded me of the game Boundless and the flooring looked like a specific block-type from the game and I was inspecting it. The floor looked like limestone cobbles. Then he went in a direction and I followed him; he was saying something to me when we got to the top of a slope/stairs bit though I don't remember what. I saw a church and then to its left there was a castle. There were more people here. I remember a couple of cars and a bald man with sunglasses on, inspecting someone's papers.

The castle bit looked newer, and I asked about it and the guy said they had no old pictures or plans of it so it was rebuilt from imagination or whatever. There was an older castle/church part that had a big glass pane, and inside was a British flag like the one found on planes (the circle with 3 colours). I thought of asking the guy about it but then ended up not and just thought it was interesting.

Rest of details lost.

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Some notes:

• The dream with the boy reminds me now a bit of a type of novel that I hear sometimes where someone express their troubles by causing troubles, sometimes at someone else's dear expense.
• In waking life one neighbour on the other side of the street does sometimes leave their two boys outside, when they're going out, which I don't think is good, and I think this first dream was related to this.
• I was happy that the boy confessed his troubles as in the dream I then felt like I could do something about it. I think I remember getting on the phone with the police actually, I think when I first grabbed the boy, because I was concerned that his parents were neglecting him.
• In the second dream there was some residual context from STRAFE, mostly with the layout and stuff like that.
• The woman wasn't anyone I know in particular nor did she look like anyone I've seen really, but I think she had a ponytail.
• In the third dream, the guy's presence felt a bit odd all the way throughout. It felt like there was a sinister subtext, although he did seem friendly enough...
• I might do a bonus image for the second dream, for the layout.

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Scoring:
+ Previous score: 65.5

+ This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 8.0
++ Recall a non-lucid dream * 3: 3.0
++ Help someone in need: 1.0 (the boy; although my tactic was a bit too aggressive, it seemed to get him talking which I think was very important)
++ Buy something * 2: 2.0 (the boat, twice...)
++ Invent something that's never been heard of before: 2.0 (the DNA altered surrogacy procedure thing)

= Total score thus far: 73.5

Last night I got lucid and made the standard, frantic effort to harness the moment to some purpose. Upon waking I neglected to journal and subsequently forgot the dream's content.

Created Saturday 03 November 2018

Got that WILD to note, along with a fragment or two.

Dream 1 - Seated WILD

The visuals were dim, and fluctuated between blurriness and some clarity. WILD transition during seated meditation (that's a first for me). My body felt especially (perhaps disturbingly) numb and light, but also quite weak. I mostly just preoccupied myself with looking around at my surroundings. After a few minutes of moving around, I'd get reanchored back to the seat. There was one point where I'd warped outside into an eerie courtyard, but only briefly. At other moments, I floated around the house, but couldn't keep up in the air for long. I made several attempts at calling my guide, without success. Ditto at summoning a tortoise, my laptop (which I'd completely forgotten was only a few feet away!), and even at projecting myself outward to another's dream. In one of the final instances, I crawled back to bed, just to see what would occur if I 'slept'. Of course, I just got reanchored in the seat a minute later. Eventually, I stirred, and awakened.

Scrap Group 1
At a hotel with family. Cut to a Law-and-Order-inspired animated movie. This even had voice clips from Jerry Orbach, lines that were supposedly recorded years before in a related project just before he'd died.

Cooking at home. Unlike in real life, the front left burner actually worked. I only casually questioned as much.

Morning of November 3, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,947-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



I enter my dream in a very unusual way for a morning dream. The process is so slow that I am hardly aware of the distinction between my waking thoughts and the dreamscape slowly coming into existence. (This usually only occurs in the first stage of a sleep cycle.) My conscious self identity remains fully aware. I walk into an isolated area that looks like a construction site with minimal detail.

I decide to find Zsuzsanna (even though she is physically close to me in reality). There is a trailer home oriented lengthwise in the middle of a dirt road. I walk around to the other side, deciding that she will be in it. The door is too small for me to go into the structure, so I mentally will the whole wall to vanish.

After she comes out, I stand with Zsuzsanna, kissing her. My state of apex lucidity is slightly glitchy. Although it is otherwise very realistic, her face glows at times and seems transparent. There is a curious quivering effect.

Later, I start to throw knives at random unknown people whom I see as intruding into my dream space. They mostly go into chests and sometimes heads. There is no blood or gore.

I eventually reach a point where the setting solidifies to where I am looking at a window screen (liminal space divider). It now seems to be dark out. I cannot believe how perfect and even the screen is. It defies my imagination with its evenness and perfections and remains stable until I wake. I try to create a monster to come up (to whatever building I am in) from the other side of the screen - to press its face against it.

I imagine an ugly gargoyle coming up to the screen from the darkness outside. There is no change in the window or the screen’s detail. The screen remains perfect, and no monster ever appears. I get annoyed, trying to force my imagination as much as I can to come up with the ugliest monster possible, and start growling loudly to encourage the process. Nothing happens. I continue to make loud growling sounds while anticipating the appearance of a horrifying creature. Nothing appears. I realize my conscious self identity is too integrated within the dream state to allow something implausible to manifest at this point. If I were less lucid, I would probably have more dream control. A window screen represents the essence of the preconscious function (reticular activating system), so ultimately it is pointless to bring something imaginary from the other side of it. I have absentmindedly attempted this in many past dreams without success.

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The part with the knives seemingly stems from Zsuzsanna looking at a Deadpool knife block recently, but she had not told me about it. (They were in his head.) At least one dream per sleep cycle is telepathic (for lack of a better word), often with more precise detail depending on the nature of the feature or event.

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Non-dream stuff - Woke up around 10:00, with one non-lucid sort of fresh in memory but all the detail quickly went away on waking, somehow.

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Dream fragment:
This was from the end of the dream.

Game-like reality; "playing" with someone else in a co-operative mode and in some underground sand or clay tunnels or something.

The tunnels lead into a big chamber, dark. There was some sort of well at the centre. A stone colossus came towards us from the opposite side of the room and we backtracked a bit. In the dream I remember telling the other person the colossus was made of obsidian and we wouldn't be able to attack it in this form and that it would turn into black steel for a few minutes at a time every so often and we'd have to try and attack then...

The colossus came into the tunnels/halls but I ended up darting past and into the chamber with the well; I jumped into the well, partly by accident as I meant to go across the room where there seemed to be a portal or some brightness. It was completely dark underwater and I soon "died" in a game-like fashion.

The view changed and the camera panned out; I could hear a boss give a monologue which I don't remember in any detail, and I partly remember him asking "how did you get here? vaulted over the walls? exploited some location?" and other questions to that effect.

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Couple of notes:

• The dream location and situation here at the end reminded me of the game Necropolis.
• The stone colossus was similar to Anubisath, a boss in the original World of Warcraft.

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Scoring:
+ Previous score: 65.0

+ This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 0.5
++ Recall a non-lucid fragment: 0.5

= Total score thus far: 65.5

Created Friday 02 November 2018

Got a DILD to note, along with a few fragments.

Scrap Group 1
At a hotel with family.

Dream 1 - Monster Form Quick Race

Scene 1 - Imagined Flight Warp
Unknown transitions until this point. The visuals were clear. I was standing on a balcony overlooking an old suburbs, clear blue sky above. Somehow, I became aware. I imagined myself blasting off into the aether. I almost felt myself getting that much done, only for things to warp.

Scene 2 - Brutish Race
Similar visuals. I was now floating out of my house towards the driveway. My brothers were there, both entering an unknown (mauve-colored?) SUV. On a whim, I transformed myself into a hulking monstrosity, complete with oversized claws and bone-plated skin. I showed off this form to one of my bros, but he didn't care. Next, I opted to race them to the front of the complex. The two instantly cruised ahead, easily taking the lead, even despite my cumbersome form. Lucky for me, traffic kept them from actually reaching the exit. As such, I managed to get the win. Both my brothers, perhaps out of spite, claimed I wasn't the victor, but was in fact surpassed by someone named "Lindsey". But I knew better, and called them out for trying to pull a fast one on me.

Things collapsed shortly afterwards.

Scrap Group 2
Something of being in an ancient library. Various writers were transcribing scrolls.

In an antiquated airship, its interior made of wood. Storm clouds obscured the view outside. There was a foreboding tension in the air.

Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday.

Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 73.



A sense of timelessness permeates my offset dream of me “sleeping” in the southwest Cubitis house’s bedroom. I see myself lying on my back (as if seeing “me” from the left side of the bed) looking up at the window (though the me in bed would not be able to see the detail of the sash window as my dream view does). Three bats flutter in and out through the missing window panes of the highest row. They move slowly and slightly erratically like butterflies more than bats. They seem to be important in a way that projects into my future well-being, many years from now.

I become aware of what I first think might be a coffin to the left of the bed. (There is a vague association with the opened coffin in the Barbara Steele movie “Castle of Blood.”) However, I then perceive it as an electric reed organ.

From the song: “Down by the river that flows by the coal yards”… “He says a girl name of Patches was found, floating face down in that dirty old river.” My childhood self (age nine) did not wholly understand the song. I knew Patches had drowned and that it related to love, but little else. Still, the magical beings had resurrected her in my dream.

In my dream’s final scene (May 24, 1970 version), I felt myself rising into the air while watching “me” walking with Patches (Brenda) down a footpath (away from my direct view). It seems to be morning. There is a winter wind implied (even though it is summer in reality) and dead leaves blowing around. There is a strange feeling of destiny as the three entities (bats, fairies, butterflies, moths, now birds) are still watching us. I see a closeup on my right of three small birds huddling together in a supposed cold breeze. Beyond, I see “me” and Brenda walking as my dream self rises higher. I wake with a sense of deep peace and even nostalgia.

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After moving to Australia, Google Maps revealed the Cubitis house had become as it was in my dream. I have included the image; top, from years ago; bottom, as it is now.

The bedroom was also as it was only in my dream years later while I was still living there. The bed would be in the same location, and my father had bought an electric reed organ (the kind of which a fan blows through reeds) and placed it in the same location.

Zsuzsanna’s father had caught three bats in a jar when she was young and kept them for a short time.

The Port Kembla Coal Terminal (near where Zsuzsanna was born) became a key coal exporting facility on Australia’s east coast.

Zsuzsanna was involved (when younger) with a church of which she did not want to be.

Brenda (Patches) was a stand-in in many dreams, though sometimes my “mystery girl” accurately appeared as Zsuzsanna long before I met her in waking life, even with the unlikely Hungarian-Australian accent.

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Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday.

Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 73.



In Part One of “The ‘Patches’ Odyssey,” I described the beginning of my dream, of which was like watching the opening credits of the animated musical “Gay Purr-ee” (1962). “Opening credits” had been a part of many other dream state beginnings in my childhood, but this was clearer and brighter than usual. There were several different versions of the “Patches” dreams (later ones by intent), though with the same main segments.

After the alligators had flipped our canoe, they drag Brenda to the opposite side of the river from where Toby and I had been in the cypress trees. In addition to the “alligator king” character being influenced by “Turok Son of Stone,” the scenario itself was from an influence of the cover of the January 1968 issue.

Toby and I are later on the opposite bank of the river. We discover that Brenda is on her back, presumably having drowned, draped over a tree stump, with water dripping from her shoes (which are dark blue with silver buckles). I am kneeling before the dramatic scene on one knee. There is no blood or gore. Eventually, three bats fly around and seem to mourn the scene. I am also aware that they are fairies which may be able to heal her at a later date. (This stems from earlier dream segments about three fairies changing into different forms, including bats, birds, butterflies, and moths.) They sing the Dickey Lee song “Patches” with different lyrics, which oddly distort to “down by the sea” (instead of “down by the river,” even though the setting is near the river and not the ocean). Her resurrection is a result of otherworldly magic.

In another dream segment, Brenda is missing. She had been kidnapped by a man who sells Holy Bibles from a small market stall. I follow the three entities (that are now butterflies that become moths as evening approaches). I discover that Brenda has been tied up and gagged and kept behind the market stall on the lowest shelf facing the inside. The unfamiliar man (who presents a mean visage) is selling small King James Bibles with both black and white simulated leather covers. I untie and rescue her when he is elsewhere. Red silk bookmarks of the type sewn into the Holy Bibles were sewn together and had been used to tie her up. (There may be an association with snakes, as such bookmarks are narrow and red as well as forked on the outside end.)

In an offset segment, a literal bed space strand occurs. I see myself as sleeping in the southwest bedroom (my parents’ bedroom that my father later used for music). The head of the bed was against the west wall, where there was a row of three big jalousie windows in reality. In my dream, however, there was only one sash window in the middle of the west wall. It has twelve small panes. The top three are missing.

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End of Part Two. There will be one more main part.

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