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Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday.

Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 63.



At about two o'clock in the morning on May 24, 1970, I enter the dream state in passive semi-lucidity. I watch the bright and colorful opening credits for the animated musical “Gay Purr-ee” (1962). It seems to be playing in a peaceful private place within my mind rather than on television or in a movie theater. So far, I am aware that I am in my bed (Cubitis house).

Over time, I decide it will become the beginning of a long dream that has the essence of a movie. I soon see starring “Toby T_____,” “Brenda W_____,” and my name, integrated with various panels of different visuals (in the same style as the opening of “Gay Purr-ee” and with similar music). My father’s role displays as the “King of the Alligators.” (In real life, my father often sang Smiley Burnette’s “Don Juan of Sevillio,” which had the line “I’m known as the king of the matadors.” In a later version of this dream over a year later, his dream role was “The Alligator King;” an influence from a “Sesame Street” short.)

I become aware of a recurring dream state induction process (which began in early childhood) - the presence of a water body. I slowly lose my semi-lucidity, but not my conscious self’s identity. I am in a canoe with Brenda (schoolmate, neighbor, and friend) and Toby (schoolmate and friend). The three of us are on a journey that seems to be occurring at night. We are traveling in a canoe on Peace River (Lettuce Lake area). The scene is peaceful and enjoyable, but I absentmindedly focus on my dream becoming dramatic, even thrilling.

A man on the riverbank commands three alligators to attack our canoe. (It is my father acting in this imaginary role, though I am not wholly lucid in this version of my dream even though I “wrote the script” for this scene, not because of any associations with my father being perceived as such, even metaphorically, but to fill the imaginary role with a familiar character as with a school play.) He is wearing a cape made of alligator hide. (I am vaguely aware of the cypress knee lamps he used to make in real life when we lived in Fort Ogden. The clothing imagery was an influence from characters in Gold Key’s “Turok Son of Stone” comic book.)

As we watch, the alligators approach and flip our canoe. That triggers a vestibular correlation event, where I fly through the air and land in a tree about ten feet from the ground on the opposite side of the river as the alligator king. Toby is clutching to the trunk of a nearby tree. At first, I view this event as comedic. However, I notice that Brenda is being pulled (on her back) over the surface of the water by an alligator.

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I end part one here. Part two continues with additional important scenes and segments from other dream versions with the same foundation, which occurred over about two years (1969-1971).

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Non-dream stuff - Woke up at around 8:20/30 with alarm and fell asleep and had a non-lucid dream, waking up again just after 10:00.

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Dream:
I don't quite remember the first part of the dream except that I was next to the floor or lying on it.

I was in the bedroom from my childhood times, and the curtains were closed but it was day. I had my laptop on a desk in the room but for some reason related to another part of the dream earlier, the hard drive was missing. I tried to boot it up anyway but considered that it shouldn't be able to because there would be no OS to pick.

It ran a load of white-on-black text as most computers do when booting, the branding/word "MICROSYSTEMS" catching my attention at one point. The boot queried for a valid pre-existing username, which I provided, and it started loading up some version of Linux OS. It immediately entered the OS without a login, which made me think to myself "it's not difficult to guess or remember a username even if you're not the computer's owner...", considering whether this was secure enough as a feature at large.

In any case, I think I started up an internet browser, don't remember if it was any in particular and then some cartoony image was playing but it was a bit laggy so I considered maybe because it didn't have a hard drive in it was caching everything in the RAM or something, slowing down the performance. For some reason the degraded performance stopped being an issue and I went on some dodgy website and got distracted browsing through it, and it had naughty cartoon animations, basically. At some point one of the animations had sound and I didn't mute it (which I now find odd).

I remember thinking that I was supposed to be doing something else and worried my partner or someone else was going to come in and be judgmental. I then closed all those tabs I'd basically mindlessly opened and tried to remember whatever it was I was supposed to be doing.

The dream went on for a bit longer but I don't remember any details.

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Some notes:

• Perhaps the weirdest part about the boot up was that there was no flash drive or anything that the OS could have loaded from, so it would have to be stored in a ROM module or something, since the hard drive was out... I didn't remember or think to have a look at the internals or anything.
• I don't know if MicroSystems is an actual brand or not, but it's a pretty logical/easily thought of name...
• The dream's theme from the second half relates a bit to my teen context when I would get a bit anxious looking at explicit material because I was always worried about being interrupted.
• The lack of self-control is two-fold in this dream; one, because I was not lucid, and two, because it relates to the waking-life context of me struggling to, when drawing something of more sexual nature, to not get excited by it. It's an annoying issue because it results in unfinished work that I would like to finish but never feel motivated to, because I'd like to actually just work on it for once, instead of getting excited.

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Scoring:
+ Previous score: 64.0

+ This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 1.0
++ Recall a non-lucid dream: 1.0

= Total score thus far: 65.0

It's been 4 years since I last was into lucid dreaming. I seem to only keep interest in dreaming, as long as I have the extra energy in my real life to do all the stuff necessary for it, like the awareness stuff, RCing and so on.
Ohh well! I'm back now!! And I hope it's for good!

Let's get to the dream.
I was in a warehouse like building. There was a bunch of people in there, and a bunch of random stuff like tables, whiteboards, chairs, random parkour equipment. I found out all the people in the room were people I knew. All the people I knew through sports, primarily rock climbing and parkour. I was doing some parkour challenges with some of the guys, and there was this one challenge we couldn't do. Then I told my friend "normally I can just shoot out webs like Spider-Man, so this should be easy". I tried doing it, but failed miserably.... however I got fully lucid from this!!
i did the nose plug RC, and it worked. I was finally lucid!!! (I got back into lucid dreaming just 2 days ago, so it's good to see results already! Even though I got lucid in a decently inconsistent way IMO). I started swinging around like Spider-Man, however I was only able to shoot webs with my left hand. Well I didn't care, cuz I was finally lucid, and I just wanted to experience this dream and interact with some DCs. I used a couple of minutes doing that, and then I decided to do the nose plug once more. However it FAILED. I tried another RC, counting my fingers I counted to 5 but it was blurry and weird but I didn't care.... I lost lucidity. The dream went on and some normal stuff happened. More friends showed up and I said hi to them.

Well I wish I was lucid longer. But good start!!
I have been having trouble with the nose plug before, but that's primarily when my allergies are going crazy in real life. I need to get used to becoming lucid and staying lucid without the nose plug. Even though it is the most effective RC for me I feel.
This lucid was VERY vivid. There was no floating going on or anything. Everything was soooo vivid.
Goal for next lucid is to do some climbing related movements!

It’s a warm sunny day and I’m riding my bike along the sidewalk of one of my city’s main streets toward downtown. I keep almost colliding with people, doors that swing open, etc., and I consider riding on the street since that’s what bylaw says you’re supposed to do anyways, but I very much prefer the sidewalk and I notice multiple riders doing the same ahead of me so I decide to keep on doing what I’m doing.

I end up in an unfamiliar clearing, and I think it’s rare to find myself somewhere I don’t recognize in this part of town. There is long yellow grass, sparse clusters of trees, and slight hills that partially enclose the space. Directly across from me is a mound that reminds me of a pingo, with people walking across it single file to the other side. I wonder what is over there and consider joining them, but they seem to be some sort of tour group and it might be awkward. Based on my general sense of location, I imagine what might be on the other side and conclude that is likely just a field that I have seen countless times while passing on the highway.

Somehow I end up in the house of someone I don’t know. Not wanting to make it obvious that I’m intruding by leaving right away, I decide to stay a little while and pretend like I’m supposed to be there. I see a guy named Ronan who I’ve talked to a few times but who doesn’t seem to recognize me, but I casually talk to him anyways, then make myself at home by pouring myself a glass of water and using the washroom. Then I sit down at a table with a few others and we all chat and play board games.

It turns out the house belongs to Ronan’s parents, and his mother offers me a bicycle helmet, saying she had noticed that I had ridden here without one. I don’t want to accept it because I prefer to ride without one, but it is of exceptional high quality, so I concede after all.

Eventually enough time has passed that I feel I can leave without it seeming strange. I get up and head for the front door, but just as I’m about to open it someone asks me who I know there. I say I’m friends with Ronan, who has left the room at this point. Everyone seems skeptical. I’m asked how I know him, so I try to keep things vague by saying “I actually know him through a couple different sources.” I’m asked if it’s through people from Westsyde, and I say “Sort of. They’re not from Westsyde, but they live there now.” Ronan re-enters, and I quickly leave the house before I can be questioned further.

Outside, I go to board my bike but realize I still have the helmet with me. I don’t want to take it knowing that I have obtained it under deceptive circumstances, but at the same time I don’t want to return to the house knowing that my lie has likely been found out. I can’t decide what to do.

Non-dream stuff - Woke up at about 8:20 or so with one of my alarms, but went back to sleep. Woke up again nearer 11:00. Was having a semi-vivid non-lucid dream, some details lost now because I had to get up to do other stuff.

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Dream:
I remember my computer screen. I was sitting down to do something and then some weird pop-ups and music started. I couldn't find out what was causing the music to play so I started looking at the list of processes, finding a few things that looked out of place. I was a bit startled to find this was some sort of malware playing the music, and causing these pop-ups, which for once were mostly innocent (and somewhat detailed) drawings of several themes.

Even so I was feeling under threat or stressed and I looked at the file location for the suspicious processes, continuously closing these pop-ups as they appeared. The music was sort of calm, nothing intense, but it didn't feel any less unnerving in the dream. I found the files for the music-playing program and there was a file without an extension called "about"; I opened it up with NPP, which as expected revealed a few lines of text, including the motivation of the person that made this malware thing. Apparently it was from a Swiss games company, which I thought was very odd. I remember an e-mail address and some other details.

I remember thinking it was my own fault for not having an anti-virus installed and I was showing the malware to my partner (H) I think. But then I noticed a little tray icon for Avast or something like that and I said to H "see, it doesn't detect it...", referencing the lack of any alerts.

In the end I think I was going to delete the files of the malware programs, as they didn't look like they'd been protected in any way, but I can't remember what I actually did do.

Then some transition. Remember being in a town or city. In the US maybe? I was walking along with H and I think it was dusk or day time, but we went into this fancy modern/futuristic-looking building that was like a big surface tunnel; inside it looked kind of like a mall and was a bit busy, and I remember H interacting with someone. A guy that was working at a restaurant dropped something while clearing trays and H helped.

Not sure what happened next. Transition?

Outside, slightly sloped area, evening/sunset. Some houses. Thinking about the malware again? Faint memory of the music again.

There was more, but I seem to have lost recall for the next bits.

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Some notes:

• The particular vividness of this dream did not seem to make me any more aware or questioning of its nature than usual.
• The music playing may mean that in waking life there was some other sound. This may have been my alarm or later one of H's alarms. Either way, music playing in dreams often relates to their vividness for me, though they are not always implicit to each other.
• The drawings were of things like classic representations of landscapes but also of "furry" themes and still life.

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Scoring:
+ Previous score: 62.0

+ This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 2.0
++ Recall a non-lucid dream: 1.0
++ Ask for advice: 1.0 (asking H for help with the malware)

= Total score thus far: 64.0

10/30/18 Very strange. Each time I DEILD I would find myself in bed waking up. I would figure out that it was fake due to something such as being on the wrong type of bed (waterbed) or being able to TK things, or being in the wrong house. Each time someone in my family was in the room. I would get up and marvel at the life like nature of the dreams. I can recall that the imagery was dream like, but inside the dream I had trouble finding details that were not perfectly rendered, including tactile presence like proper texture. I had a few minutes of exploring between each and had a beautiful time flying through mystical clouds. Why did each of the 6 dreams start as a false awakening?