Date of Dream: SUN 16 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 508 - Back In Grade Five I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was at my primary school again and was this time in some sort of class with my grade five teacher. We were doing something Christmas related but I have forgotten what exactly it was. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 508: Results (Competition #9) Competition Night: 11 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: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0) + Previous Total: 37.5 Total Accumulated Points: 41.0
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Date of Dream: SAT 15 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 507 - Separated Sections Dream 507 A - Powerful Volt I don’t remember much about this dream at all. The family was there of the deceased neighbour, just like in Dream 506 A but it wasn’t the same setting or event. Also, the dream was playing from my perspective but I didn’t seem to be in it. JM, RM and CM seemed to have been shrunken down in size and were in some plastic household storage container. 18-Volt was about twice the size of them and he was floating outside the box in a hologram of his WarioWare Gold appearance, also having some vivid gold sparkling aura around him. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream 507 B - Endless Queue I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at Waverley Gardens shopping centre. I was just in the front entrance at the foot of the escalators when 18-Volt came through the doors, I don’t remember whether I called him or he just appeared. He was in his Warioware Gold appearance. Just like Dreamy WB, he got into a hovering, sitting position and signalled for me to climb up onto him. As I got myself comfortable on his lap, he locked his arms around me and flew me up the direction of the escalator, travelling slightly faster than it. On the second floor, I saw this massive line of people, coming all the way from the toilets corridor, proceeding to take the downwards escalator. I now wanted to go down myself but at the same time, I didn’t want to join that gigantic line. 18-Volt came down from the roof into a hovering position again and invited me onto him. This time, the dream slowed down and showed more of how I got onto him. This part of the dream was also playing in third-person mode but close-up, so every little cuddly detail was shown. Once again, he had his arms locked around me and this time, I looked up to talk to him. It was a joke I made but I forgot in what context. I said something along the lines of “going up!” while pointing upwards and 18-Volt gave a small but hearty chuckle. I think I was insinuating that I felt like I was using him like an elevator, but one that I didn’t have a phobia of. After that, he moved off passed the massive line and although the escalator was going up, he managed to go down. I can’t remember what else happened in this dream. Dream 507 C - The Clean Up I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was in my bedroom sorting some clothes and my mum comes in and says something to me. I forgot specifically what though. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 507: Results (Competition #9) 507 A Competition Night: 10 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 507 B Competition Night: 10 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 507 C Competition Night: 10 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) - Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - New Personal Goal - NL: Witness lap travel on 18-Volt's lap (3.0) - Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) + Previous Total: 31.5 Total Accumulated Points: 37.5
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Date of Dream: FRI 14 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 506 - Separated Sections Dream 506 A - Family Meeting I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was in the front room of my house. Also in there was JM, RM and CM and 18-Volt was also in there with us in his WarioWare gold appearance. JM was sitting on the ottoman, RM and CM were on the floor, I was kneeling on the floor and 18-Volt was standing near me but closer to the fireplace. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 506 B - A Strained Friendship I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, the day was fast-forwarded to where I was supposed to be seeing my friend JH at the shops. When we met up though, it was some completely unknown outdoor urban area, not the shops at all. I asked her something but I forgot what it was exactly; it was something about LA. She answered, “Nah, I don’t hang out with her anymore because she’s a bit weird. There was also mention of JH’s boyfriend but I forgot what she said. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 506 C - Christmas Shopping I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my mum and I were going to Knox shopping centre. I tried to get the car into a parking space but the car would not go straight. Rather, it was very wonky and was much closer to one line than the other. My mum and I then discussed arrangements about separating in the shopping centre to each do our own shopping. The dream showed my mum and I walking in but then she went into the supermarket while I continued through the corridors. When I was by myself, I realised that I had taken my purse but forgot to get some money from my mum, so I had none. I actually said to myself, “Damn it! I can’t buy anything now!”. I then felt some energy behind me and so I turned around; 18-Volt appeared and he was in his realistic Game & Wario cover art appearance, in his singlet and shorts. He said to me, “Why don’t you choose something that you like and I’ll buy it for you as a Christmas present?”. He followed me as I went into a shop that was supposedly called “Colette Accessories” but at the same time, it didn’t look like any of the Colette Accessories stores in real life. This shop was full of solely bags and purses. I saw a purse for $49.95 AUD but then I thought it would be too expensive and I would be ripping 18-Volt off, so I kept looking. I found all the purses in this shop to be too expensive for me and later on, decided that I didn’t like any of their designs either. 18-Volt grabbed my attention at the front of the store and asked me to show him my purse. I held it out in front of him and spoke about some of the design features and colours on it. The front was black, white and coral, and the back of the purse was this solid pine green. I told 18-Volt that I wouldn’t mind one in a similar design and that I had got my current one for $29.95 AUD. I added that I got it from the “Bath and Body Shop” at The Glen. I said to him “and now the bath and body shop sells purses” as I shrugged my shoulders. Just as we were about to head off for the Bath and Body Shop, I woke up. Dream 506: Results (Competition #9) 506 A Competition Night: 9 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 506 B Competition Night: 9 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 506 C Competition Night: 9 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 3.0 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5) + Previous Total: 28.5 Total Accumulated Points: 31.5 In regards to Dream 506 A, this is based on a true story. The guy labelled JM, who lives a couple of doors from me in real life, passed away on 6/12/2018 and his funeral was on 13/12/2018. So fitting that the dream would happen on 14/12/2018. I also find Dream 506 C as a really nice, spontaneous tribute to Christmas <3
Created Sunday 23 December 2018 More fragments, but at least I recalled something... Scrap Group 1 Various dreams of my flying around and selling weapons. Watching a documentary on apes. There were clips of a particularly obese orangutan that could nonetheless climb and swing around like the best of them. Cut. Me and my nephew visit a zoo with said orangutan. We arrive at its enclosure, to find it planted halfway face-first through a mud pit, lifeless. Guess even apes fall from trees. I was about to burst out laughing, but withheld only because my nephew was quite upset. At a gas station. While wondering how I got there, I noticed buses and other similarly large vehicles barricading the exits. I crawl through a schoolbus, to discover a horde of zombies right outside. Perspective warped between live-view and a top-down ASCII, classic roguelike representation of such (in the vein of Cataclysm - DDA). I scout around for the safest exit possible. In a fantasy story, a mix between The Odyssey and The Lord of the Rings. As the former, much of the journey occurred on sea, whereas similar characters (and even their live actors) for the latter were present. While we entered a cave city, one of the sailors (in ancient sailor manner) tried to force himself on a local, a pretty woman with tanned skin and black hair. His leader (played by John Bernthal) beat the sicko half to death for his trouble. I "remembered" the literature not having such a just outcome. Later, a wizard (played by Jason Alexander) tried impressing a lady by creating a magical clone of her. This only disgusted the woman. A sailor quipped "you shoulda just make a little dog or something". At some restaurant. I chastise some jocks for making lewd jokes. Woke up soon after.
I've followed my boyfriend C into a tiny restaurant, it has a single prep bar in the middle of the establishment and a second, separate room with tables. I have never been here but once I go inside I suddenly work there. I don't know where anything is, what we sell, or how they sell it. C is nowhere in sight. Of course. The restaurant has a garage door that takes up an entire wall, and they open to let it know they are ready to take business. But all the other workers are so placid and lacking urgency that it's hard to tell we're open. I go to help a woman who insists that she just wants 2lbs of ice cream. No one will listen to me, so I can't figure out where it is, and when I final see someone prepping the ice cream bar, I ask her if what's prepped is for my customer or someone else?? And she doesn't acknowledge me. All the other employees talk around me instead of to me. I start to scoop the weird oblong chocolate ice cream onto....a plate, when someone says "That's not even ready yet." "What do you mean?" They don't answer me. I set the plate down. She picks it up and scrapes all the ice cream from the plate and the bar onto a flat tray with some milk, sugar, and butter and mixes it all together. She sets it down on the counter and I weigh the ice cream...it's 1.7lbs, plus a literal ice cream sandwich? Some shavings of ice cream on a bun. And a super weird mashed potato and ham biscuit thing. I'm so confused, but I take it. It's they're 'standard plate' apparently. I take it to the woman and I try to ask if it's okay but she won't talk to me either, but also somehow makes me feel completely worthless. Finally the work day is over and we're all trying to leave at once in a tidal rush for the side exit. I feel like I should have asked more people what I should have been doing. Maybe tomorrow will be better. There's a tallish, pale man with a cap of black curls, and big black-brown eyes. He's wearing a navy blue sweater over a sky blue button up. As we're leaving he looks down at me. Right into my eyes. And I can tell he really really sees me. I'm not forgotten or invisible, or talked over. He offers me his hand in a casual gesture, and I take it, wondering what my boyfriend will think if he sees me holding hands with another man. But he's a hypocrite in these matters anyway. Should I care? The hand is comforting and the man only means to be companionable, he's not coming onto me. "It was a rough first day. Will you be back tomorrow?" He asks. I pull my hand free as we move out onto the patio, 7-8 other employees streaming past us. "I think so." "Good. See you then." He leaves me behind and I spot my boyfriend C across the way. He's a distant figure and doesn't appear to consider me directly, though he raises a hand to let me know he's seen me...he still gets in his truck and leaves. Which incites a dull sort of panic in me, because for a second I'm certain we rode here together. Did he just leave me to walk? No...that isn't right. I dimly remember parking. Right? Where the fuck is the parking lot? Uncertain, I go down the stairs to the fine gravel driveway. It's long and hooks toward the highway. I get almost to the end when I see the lot, on the other side. So of course, now that I'm trying to cross, there are a bunch of cars turning into the driveway. Well. Not all of them are cars. Some people are on bikes. One woman is on a motorized tricycle? I only barely avoid her when I rush across the street, and she nearly hits another person on a bike...but she revs the tricycle, pops a wheelie and swerves out of the way. It's so unnecessary and bloody stupid that I can't stand it. All of this pisses me off. "Yeah, Karen! Rev your stupid tricycle, it's super intimidating!" I yell, disproportionately irate. Then I start laughing. It's so stupid that it strikes me as funny. I want to tell C about it so badly but he's not anywhere. I my heart sinks back to its regular place in the hollow of my stomach, sad and cautious, and I find my car. There's a lapse and I'm with C, I try to tell him about the funny thing that happened but he's not really listening, and when I tell the story again I know he doesn't believe I shouted at a stranger. I'm having an argument with Jess Day from New girl in a weird little kitchen. She's supposed to be me, and I'm supposed to be C. "Well yeah! that's how things would be if they were balanced! But they aren't, are they!" I snap. "What do you mean not balanced?!" She cries. "You really want me to bring this up here, in front of our FRIENDS? our TWO FRIENDS?" Who won't leave the fucking room. I move around to the far side of a tiny, oddly shapped island that has a cork bulletin board running down the center with all sorts of maps and notices pinned to it. K, someone I haven't seen in forever is loudly observing a map and trying to throw thumb tacks at the board to make them stick. I really want to get into it, so we can have a fight about something that bothers me, but the others won't leave the room and it's too personal to discuss in present company.
I'm traveling with my boyfriend. As usual, we are in separate cars and for some reason I have borrowed his. It's a sleek Porche in gunmetal grey. It's a cold dark night, we stop for gas and I leave the car at the pump (but pocket the key) and go to look for him in Walmart. I don't find him but we somehow return to the cars at the same time. Something is wrong with the car but it takes me a minute to figure out it's a completely different car. It's a dented silver Toyota sedan. I fish the key out of my pocket and find it matches this dinged up mess. What? I'm so confused. How did this happen? My boyfriend C comes up and asks what happened to the car. "I guess someone stole it? I don't understand. I had the key in my pocket the whole time, but now it's the key for this car??" "It was just a rental, we'll use this one for now and figure out the rest later." Without a second thought he gets into the second car and leaves me there. I frown at the Toyota. The top of the car is pressed down even with the hood. I open the door and push a button so it unfolds, then get in and try to catch up with C. It's suddenly daylight and I'm on the highway in front of my childhood home in Welling, OK. Driving the car is oddly like running, in that I can't keep up a consistent speed if I get distracted and keep lagging behind my boyfriend so that I can't even see him anymore. There's a man on the shoulder of the road yelling for help with a floppy brown and white puppy. I help him catch it, and he convinces me to take the dog to it's mother in the next town over, since I'll be driving through.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Going to some Buddhist teachings and staying at some hotel in front of the teachings place. The buildings are New Orleans type. The hotel is just by the side of a gay bar. By chance, or not, I am put next door to my teacher's room, who is staying at the same hotel, but I don't know it until I go hang some clothes to dry at the balcony and realize it is a common balcony and I see some attendant preparing a tray with tea for him. But I don't see him. Then it gets confusing, with people circulating through my room thinking it is an extension of his suite. Although, in fact there are connecting doors between the rooms. I get dressed and later go join group lunch, which is in a long table where everybody eats together, some 30 people. I don't see my teacher, but there is only one vacant seat at the top and I sit, hoping it is not his place. I know the girls sitting on both sides, they tell me it is ok to sit, we chat, we have a good time. Suddenly I look up and as some people got up from their chairs or are leaning backwards and I see my teacher to the left, in the middle of the table, staring at me and I feel embarrassed. I smile but then look down, then look up at him, then look down and I repeat it a couple more times. His eyes are locked on me. Then he gets up and goes to balcony over our heads to tell some story and a couple people act the story out. On the balcony wall appears a giant slug, yellow or orange, leaving a mucus trail and then appears a sea cucumber, also in flashy colors. Some girls are going crazy over our teacher and like famished beings they lean against the wall and stretch their arms until they reach the base of the balcony. In their rush to kiss their guru's feet, they lick the animal's slime and apparently swallow the animals. I find it gross, but then again, I also think why I find it gross. It is just my perception. Except for the poor animals, I worry that they swallowed them out needlessly. So I also reach out to look at the floor of the balcony and I see the slug and the other animal languishing on the floor and I feel relief. Meanwhile I feel something coming out of my mouth, it's disturbing and I also feel embarrassed, because my guru is still looking at me. I start pulling a small white embroidery from my mouth and keep pulling a white thread behind it. But it's not over, then my mouth is full of beads and I collect them out one by one. My teacher is looking with admiration, so I assume it's not a bad thing.
I was in a business that I owned and my family of 4 members was next to me in some small city. It was night outside and the lighting was dim inside. My business was closed but it looked like a medium size warehouse with shelves and boxes. We were standing in the store front area and there was a room just off were the warehouse started. A man knocked on the door and I unlocked it and let him in. (This man is someone I know in real life which I will always having feelings for but he is not in my life.) He said he was looking for something(which I could not hear what it was that he was looking for) and I told him yes I have it. Then he said he didn't want to bother me. I took him in the the room which had a massive table piled up with stuff in the center. There was also shelves floor to ceiling to the right with more stuff piled on it. I grabbed the item he wanted off of the table (which blurred out in my vision) and give it to him. As we started to walk out he was behind me and stated watch out for the baby. I went to look at him when I saw out the corner of my eye I baby doll leg sticking out from the shelf and stabbed me in the neck. I grab my neck and walked back to my family. I sat down and leaned my head over a big metal bowl while the blood pouring out and filled up the bowl. I was not scared nor in pain. I didn't want to take up his time. I didn't even feel like I was dying I thought knew I was going to be fine. (It was like having a small cut on the head that was bleeding a lot but you knew it was nothing.) He asked if I was okay and I told him yes I'm fine go ahead an go.
At morning I was really cozy in bed ,so I thought I'll just attempt a wild and try to find that sweet point of balance between consciousness and relaxation... And somehow I found that goldilocks zone of WILD. I observed that when I fall asleep it feels like if my eyeballs get under a gentle pressure ,and it feels like I'm focusing into the far horizon of space... and thats when things start to form, and then suddenly I found myself in an empty room. The dream was lackey still butI didnt care, I called out for N ...repeated her name a few times , thought of her, and then the dream dissolved and I floated up into this kinda fog, void...and started to see a picture...of a room, a messy one, and a door infront opening to another room...and then something else I don't remember... And then I found myself again in an empty house, I went out and found myself in a suburban neighborhood situationed on the lower part of a hill, mountain. It looked nice , but it was made of the same kind of buildings that are in my neighborhood so I realized that I'm still in my dream... and then I woke up
The two themes of this dream were travel and a search for the bathroom. I was on boats, bike, and even a train, going somewhere. In all of these cases, I also had to pee and was looking for a bathroom. The pee urge itself was likely real, coinciding with that need your body gets to pee after sleeping and just collecting liquid for a long time. I remember being on some museum-like tour. If the room was a square, it seemed like my head was centered on a corner of that room, so I could both see the entrance to another room/hall on the wall to my right, and water fountains on the wall to my left that lied between the women and men's restroom, as they usually do. I was with a group of other kids, a procession that was stopping at the front desk (which was in front of and parallel to the wall on my right with a tall white man with a suit, a low-cut haircut, and his arms either behind his back or held across his front, looking down at all the children) and proceeding through the entrance to a hallway whose walls were decorated with painting and lined with ransom small wooden desks/tables/ and stuff. The color scheme of the place made it seem professional. It was decked out in reds and browns, and it wasn't that bright, aside from a less-than-powerfully-fluroescent light coming from a ceiling I didn't see. The hallway seemed even more brightly lit, but still not overwhelming. Warm is the thing that comes to mind. Around the bathroom, the walls were like an extension of the carpet, same pattrern and same fuzz. There was a red carpet-type thing I think I saw at one point. Anyway, I was in the back of this group with the group of kids, the hallway, and the bathroom all in my vision. A white lady who may have worked at the museum and was guiding us or who was our teacher or something was also there. I think of her and just see an image of a brunette, 30-something chubbyish white girl with a low ponytail holding bout long dark-rown hair and a white complexion that wasn't extremely white, but also suggested she didn't get any tanning done. She was also wearing a pantsuit, although I never saw her legs. In the image, she's looking down at us with her eyebrows slighly drawn together over her glasses and her mouth closed: not so much a frown or a face of anger, but that familiar white lady 'what's going on here' face. It seemed appropriate, as she was looking at a groupful of children and seemed to be making sure everyone was accounted for. The pantsuit, her hair being pulled back, the glasses, the fact that I only saw her upper body and I saw her from the perspective of a short child looking up at an adult all suggested authority. Here I am still looking at the bathroom, trying to get to it. I have to pee. I don't know if I do go into the bathroom. Cut to another bathroom scene: I'm finally in the bathroom. This is preceded by a dream sequence of me finding said bathroom that I barely remember, but alas, here's a bit of it The bathroom was small, and had dark brown computer-desk-like chairs in each corner. I follwed the lady into the side of the room and, at first, only saw the first chair. The layout and my point of view entering the room looked kinda like this It was a new kind of bathroom that I had to figure out how to pee in. I asked the lady several times how to, and she was no help. At first, I just asked her if I'm supposed to squat and pee directly into the drain. She was like no, and told me to do something else. I told her it had to be something like peeing into the drain, otherwise, if I sat in the chair, I'd simply sit on the chair and ruin it. She offered no helpful response, and I left the bathroom in frustration.(learning ASL and how to sign location could really help me be better at remembering my dreams) I dreamed about the beach and the water! I think I was in a bathing suit. Id left everyone just to look around the beach. It wasn't a bright sunny day, it was gljoomy and ark but still the ocean attracted me. I wanted to find some souvenier, like a shell or something. (I'm starting to remember my beach war apocalypses dream, damn I hope I recorded that, that was a dope dream, I love my beach/water dreams)--------------------
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Dream - Really good one but I lost it. Dream - On city block arguing with cousin about marble or ugly pattern on truck and "it's just another truck anyway, why does he need to own this many trucks when the public transportation is cheaper in the long run". See a new baby/toddler cousin - his fingers are messed up and he's covered in cheeto dust. He calls me "Papa" which all my cousins laugh about and my aunt just rolls her eyes (?). We walk around this city area a bit, I remember specifically like "zooming in" on a market stall in the distance. Fragment - Role Models actor (Sean) bad trump impression one slice pumpernickel loaf in fridge. 1x1 + 1x.5 = 1.5 => 169.5
Frag - 3 people, huge white rectangular cube in corner of open room Frag - A boss of mine is rumored to be "super buff", and just doesn't look that way because of how he points his webcam Dream - bringing F and other person (older?) to the beach. I have to go around on the parking lot once but I pull through to a good spot and vocalize this. We all get out and walk to a beach area. The waves are coming up surprisingly high. There are a few people in the water, one buff dude with grey skin. We get separated briefly Dream - T (very immature former classmate) is teaching a human sexuality class (this is near the beach hill from last dream). There are diagrams on the board, of how names change in relationships. Parents become Mom and Dad even to each other, and also baby to each other. There were some other very serious points she was making but I was paying attention to the letters because there was some kond of code in the way words were capitalized 2x1 +2x.5 = 3 =>168
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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I am pretending to be an alien, for some reason. I am wearing prosthetics in my body, which I feel that won't fool anyone, but as long I keep serious about it, people are believing me. Living at my mom's with other people. It is a dystopian world, no rule of law, people self-organize, but we have managed to cope. Until someone passing by shows us we should be leaving now and join a bigger community as the gangs who pillage are coming our way and will burn everything. I agree and start choosing what's essential to take, but end up caught up by attachment to all secondary stuff, because I can't stand imagining it all going up in flames. But there is no way I can take 90% of the stuff with me. At my paternal grandma's house with my mom. We wake up early morning hearing voices, it's some cousins who arrived and joined us. But although their faces are familiar, I have no idea who they are. At breakfast the group has grown with some 4 more family members, uncles and aunts I have no idea who they are. They all behave very at ease around the breakfast table, leaving a lot of dirty dishes and eating my food without any care, but they supposedly are family and I try to keep it cool. At some hotel or hostel during some Buddhist teachings I am attending. A couple of Asian guys knocks on my door. One is a big guy and looks Chinese. He hands me an envelope, but it is already open. It contains some money and a letter from my teacher, but clearly all pages are out of order and I wonder if the money is all there. I get rally mad that the guys opened the letter. I start reading it and despite the calligraphy I can actually understand but with the effort to concentrate on what it says, I wake up.
Morning of December 19, 2018. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,993-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 61. My imaginary dream self, in subliminal mode, minus waking life identity without a viable link to my unconscious mind, is placed on the second floor of a new version of the King Street mansion in La Crosse, the city where I have not been since February 1994. The fictitious situation implies that I am living in the northeast room, the room with the turret windows. I find an Australian 50-dollar bill in my wallet. Seeing it does not activate realization of my conscious self identity or my real-life status of living in Australia. Instead, I cheerfully think of giving it to my landlady (without realizing that it is not American money) as a partial payment for overdue rent. There is a thought that I already have enough food, so can pay her. These thoughts are ambiguous, and they almost activate my conscious self identity but are not viable. (This fictitious situation is a result of the typical subliminal offset of vestibular system correlation, one of my “crucial three” dream state processes occurring every sleep cycle, to reinduce my conscious self identity and physicality. A wallet is an emerging consciousness thread that links the fictitious dream self to waking life identity.) Not of a liminal mode, I still subliminally create a vestibular system precursor to enhance my dream’s vividness. I begin to descend the stairs. The landing (midway between first floor and second floor) is missing. I see Von Helton (this dream’s vestibular system simulacrum), the Internet conspiracy theorist, in the area where the bottom stairs would have otherwise been to join the landing in the opposite direction from the top flight. “Hello, Von!” I call out cheerfully. “How’ve you been?” “Not good,” he replies, with no emotion, as I descend the stairs. I smoothly jump off the last step of the top stairs, to where the landing would have otherwise been, safely falling to the first floor, and I enter a higher level of dream state awareness, as I had subliminally anticipated. “Have you seen Richard?” I ask him. (Richard was a recovering alcoholic who lived on King Street years ago. I last saw Richard long before I ever heard of Von Helton.) Von does not reply. A preconscious simulacrum activates in a doorway at this point as an unknown dark-haired woman of about thirty. (The emerging consciousness threads are still subliminal at this point, despite the manifestation of the preconscious in a doorway.) “Have you seen Mrs. W____?” I ask her, referring to my landlady. Even though the title and surname are correct, I feel very puzzled, as if I said something incorrect, but the woman leads me into the living room. I walk into the empty setting as the preconscious simulacrum vivifies my dream with the doorway factor. I get the feeling that it is late morning. On my right is a doorway into a big empty room (that was not there in reality) as I walk through the living room. It seems the landlady is moving from the mansion and this may be her last day here. She is standing cheerfully on the other side of the living room. I hand her the 50-dollar bill, expecting she will write a receipt, though her desk is not present. She is happy to see me. “That is a big room,” I say about the one I passed. “Oh, but it fills up quickly,” she comments. I am concerned about my living arrangements as well as what will become of my stored belongings in another part of the house, but it seems that I will still be living here, as her nephew (unknown character) will supposedly be running things and taking rent payments from whatever new tenants arrive. I get the impression, from imaginary photographs in my thoughts, that he was a German who fought in World War II even though I also perceive him as about 20 years old. He will be strict and expecting reasonable tenants, and my landlady says he will prefer rent in advance, but I get the impression she will have it paid for me for the entire upcoming year. It seems very kind and generous of her. The simulacrum radiates more dynamics of the interconsciousness (telepathic) to the point where I become aware of Zsuzsanna’s love for me though not in a direct sense of identity. Her face is very close to mine, radiating universality and bliss as a precursor to waking coalescence. I still do not viably realize who I am until I wake.
I am at some house with some others (in the dream they are familiar, but I’m not really sure who they are. I think they are younger and family friends/people we’ve known a while but don’t see all the time). One of them is trying to see a picture of my hair when it was longer. I am looking through my pictures, but can’t find one. I then go onto Snapchat’s ‘my eyes only’. I scroll slowly, thinking I have inappropriate pictures on here. The boy is practically looking right over my shoulder, and I wish he would back up a bit. I don’t find any pictures except for what looks like a lot of pictures from Yosemite. I think I must’ve lost some pictures or something. We’ve been outside, but I now go up a slight hill and into the house to use the bathroom. Most lights are out and it seems later, leading me to believe that anyone in here is asleep. I go into the slightly large bathroom, and the door doesn’t shut quite right. I then get it to stay as closed as it’ll get and stand right by it while I use the toilet, since it’s right by the door. I am with Melissa and Mom in a small coffee shop. Both Mom and I have cups that we’ve just drank coffee from. I think they both still have ice in them. Mom sets hers on the counter and orders a chai with espresso in it. I ask for an in iced Americano, also setting my cup on the counter. We all sit at the counter and Mom tells us how her and the barista, a black lady a bit younger than Mom, have known each other for a while.
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