Date of Dream: WED 5 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 498 - Don't Let Him See Us I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at my old primary school but the environment there was slightly different. Throughout the whole dream, I was looking for 18-Volt. At one stage, I was talking with a couple of the kids and they said that although we weren’t allowed in the classrooms, they would go in with me. The situation was that 18-Volt was supposedly a school teacher in this dream and so the students were scared of him catching them out. In a later scene, I was walking around the classroom I was just in. 18-Volt never appeared. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream No. 498 Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No
Date of Dream: TUE 4 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 497 - Separated Sections Dream 497 A - Muddy Nature Strip I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, it was raining really badly and I was walking down Jacksons road. My other grandmother was there and was giving me some funny look but I forgot what she said to me. I eventually stepped into this really muddy puddle and almost felt like I was going to sink. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream 497 B - Only One Car Works I can’t remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I can remember, I was being driven by my grandma to this unknown place. She dropped me off and for the rest of the dream, I was on my own. I found myself to be at the shopping centre which was connected to my fortress building. Later on, I was going to be driving somewhere with 18-Volt. At the moment, I only had my grandma’s car available to me and so I was worried because I didn’t know how to drive hers. Also, there were premonitions that Lulu (from WarioWare Gold) was going to come along as well; I was hoping this wasn’t the case because she would be absolutely annoying. I get into my grandma’s car and take it for a test run on the road in front of the shopping centre multilevel car-park. I found my driving to be extremely bad and I was swerving everywhere. As I drove further, control of the car got worse and worse and I ended up driving into the gutter. I thought to myself, “I’d better stop before I have a crash”. When I got back into the initial area in front of the car-park, I discovered my mum’s car to be sitting there and so I thought to myself “thank God”. Back into the shopping centre I went and I noticed I was holding some sort of light metal megaphone in my hand. I spoke into megaphone and said “Could 18-Volt please make his way up the escalators to level 3?” and then I repeated that announcement a second time so that it was loud and clear. When I went over to the escalators myself though, I gained a shock as I realised they had stopped working and so I was wondering how 18-Volt was going to get up here. I then decided to wander around and check out all the cafes that were on this level. I was then back at the car-park entrance of level 3 and the escalators were working again. My attention was directed to see 18-Volt in his WarioWare Gold appearance, completely cartoony this time, being moved up the travelator. We greeted each other with a brief hug and then we walked out into the car-park. I was telling 18-Volt about the good cafes in the shopping centre and that one I would highly recommend is the one called “Logan’s”. In one area of the car-park, there was a display of all the menus of the food places. I wanted to show 18-Volt one of the menus but then it wasn’t there. There was then some writing that said, “Secret Invisible Menus” and that flipped over into 2 new menus. The best cafe and a really awesome juice bar! We then walked out of the car-park and into the interchange area where my mum’s car was parked. The dream then showed from the outside, me sitting in the driver’s seat and 18-Volt sitting next to me in the passengers seat. I was relieved that Lulu wasn’t with us. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 497 C - Booming On Wattpad I don’t remember much about this dream. The only thing I can remember is that I was looking at the statistics on my WattPad account and my Warioware story apparently had 174 reads on it. That’s all I can remember. Dream 497 A Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No Dream 497 B Dream Guide: 18-Volt Lucid?: No Dream 497 C Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No
Date of Dream: MON 3 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 496 - Script For A Movie I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in some sort of rehearsal room backstage of a theatre. In there was this strange class going on that was led by some sort of Indian teacher. We were split into groups and were given out a script each that we had to act out and turn into a movie. The groups that were supposed to present “today” were one other group and then my group. In a change of plan though, our presentation got cancelled. The boys in my group (I was the only girl) were relieved that we didn’t have to do any preparation over night. One of them said something like “Thank goodness we don’t need to do anything tonight and we can just lucid dream; she seems to know what she is doing. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream No. 496 Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No
DATE: SUN 2 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 495 - The Kids That Lost A Shoe I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at some playground with stranger parents and stranger kids. I especially remember there being two small Asian kids there; one boy and one girl. They left though and I realised that they had also each left one shoe behind. The dream then converted these kids to Jeffy and Feebee from the SML series, who I now had to look for and chase down to give them their respective shoe back. As I walked off from the playground, I seemed to call out “Jeffy!”, in a tone that very much resembles the SML Rosalina. The scene then moved to my house where I still had the clear intention to return the shoes to Jeffy and Feebee. As I am in the backyard, I also call out for 18-Volt, hoping that he can help me find them… A response takes place very quickly. I am now in a room that does not seem to exist in real life and in there was 18-Volt in there but he was the size of an ant. He signalled for me to get up onto his back, so I did, but it didn’t feel right being on such a tiny version of him, so I got off him after a short while. I commanded the dream to make him grow and that’s indeed what happened. He literally sprouted upwards from his small figure as if he was the stalk in “Jack and The Beanstalk”. He still wasn’t big enough though, so I commanded the dream to make him grow again. He did grow but the only problem was that he only grew vertically, not horizontally as well, so now he was absolutely skinny like a stick. I specified that I wanted his leg width and chest expanded and when this happened, he finally looked like the 18-Volt I know and love. I then approached him as he spread his arms out to give me a hug. After a bit of a cuddle, I then climbed up onto his back and he piggybacked me towards the back of the house. My grandma intercepted us in the laundry room and she was constantly touching 18-Volt. I said to her in Croatian, “Don’t touch him! (nemoj dirat!)” and “Stop! (prestani!)”. She was still laying her dirty mitts all over him and she only stopped when she felt like it. For the moment, it all felt normal as 18-Volt continued to walk me outside. It’s only after we got further down the backyard that I realise my grandma’s touch had poisoned him. The dream was fading out on me because of this and I ended up waking up. Dream No. 495 Dream Guide: 18-Volt Lucid?: No
Date of Dream: FRI 30 NOV - 2018 Dream No. 494 - Familiar Hands I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in some completely unknown area. I was talking to someone about Super Smash Bros related things but then other topics were intertwined as well. For some reason, I made a strange discovery that 18-Volt’s first name was Nicholas. I reaffirm this to the person by saying to them, “So in that case then, his full name is Nicholas “18” Volt”. That’s when I started to perceive this familiar energy. I seemed to be half way between sitting down and standing up, although it felt more like sitting down. I felt these large hands on me and they were massaging my upper back and shoulders, I could tell it was 18-Volt that was doing this. He actually did a really good job as he applied pressure to my muscles. For a few minutes in the dream, I just sat there, enjoying the sensation. I can’t remember anything else about this dream. Dream No. 494 Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No 18-Volt's name isn't Nicholas though... We actually don't know what his real name is.
Date of Dream: WED 28 NOV - 2018 Dream No. 493 - Scary Shopping Centre I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at a distorted version of Parkmore Shopping Centre. The sky was grey and the weather was miserable outside. For the entire dream, I felt this negative and depressing energy around me. Inside the shopping centre, most of the lights seemed out and there weren’t many shops open for business. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream No. 493 Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No
Date of Dream: TUE 27 NOV - 2018 Dream No. 492 - Large Paper Volt I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was on my bed with a small cut-out of a paper 18-Volt. My mum came in the room, looking rather oblivious and phased out but then at the same time, she seemed to know what I was doing. She took the small paper 18-Volt away, placed a large one instead on my bed next to me and then walked away. For some reason, this one scared me; he still had the same WarioWare Gold appearance but I had a hard time getting used to his enlarged, blown-up features. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream No. 492 Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No
Date of Dream: MON 26 NOV - 2018 Dream No. 491 - Separated Sections Dream 491 A - Strange Uni Lecturer I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I seemed to be in this unknown desert. In this scene, there was a lady that was supposedly going to be one of the lecturers for my Bachelor of Accounting course at LaTrobe. She was going through this powerpoint but I forgot how she showed it because there really wasn’t any access to advanced technology in the desert. She was very cold and strict. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream 491 B - He Replied Quickly I don’t remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was in my bedroom, on my mobile phone, checking to see if I had received a reply on the post I sent to 18-Volt’s page. Indeed there was a reply but the dream kind of made it slightly off topic. Apparently in the interim, 18-Volt had met up with Murray and he had posted a photo of both of them. I forgot what he said in text though. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 491 C - The Portal I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my mum and I were driving around the area of Wheelers Hill. I made mention to my mum that there was this portal that would take me right to WB’s place. As I was talking, the dream was playing a sub-scene about the location of the portal. The next part of the dream is rusty in regards to recall. As we were driving, my mum didn’t look happy. It seemed like she was hoping that the portal I was talking about wasn’t true but even then, I didn’t even mention to my mum where the portal would lead. The dream ended when we were just about to drive onto the road where the portal was situated. Dream No. 491 A Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No Dream No. 491 B Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No Dream No. 491 C Dream Guide: None Lucid?: No
Created Friday 07 December 2018 Got an LD by blind sheer luck. Better not get complacent with that... Scrap Group 1 In the kitchen of an unknown home. I was preparing a hamburger, when that cat jumped on some toasted buns I'd left out. Guessed it liked the bread's warmth. I shoo'd it away, then placed another toasted bun (which appeared out of nowhere) on the counter. Once again, that cat seated itself on the bun. This repeated at least two more times. Playing Team Fortress 2. Dream 1 - Iridescence and the Nature of Beauty Scene 1 - Golden Glow, Prismatic Light Various forgotten scenes before this point. The visuals were mostly clear. I was wandering around in an unknown city during a clear blue day. Later on, I visit a nice, clean park. I started feeling unusually itchy. Soon, I noticed large insects flying around. In particular was a large, molten roach, which hovered around despite its lack of wings. A dragonfly chased it around. Unfortunately, this drove the nasty cockroach towards me, even causing it to bump into me constantly. I power walked the heck outta there. While exiting, I overheard kids talk about a race of insect-headed people that lived nearby, including a "tick woman". All the more reason to leave, I suppose. Then, a misremembered encounter with someone on the streets. Something about guessing what they'd draw next in a stack of playing cards. I opted for the ace of spades, and, by chance, got it right. About a minute later, I got spontaneously aware. Rubbed my hands, softly this time, so as to not startle myself awake. On a whim, I had my skin glow in a piercing golden light. Music unintentionally sounded to my transformation, Super Sonic's theme from Sonic 2, to be exact. I rocketed out the city, if keeping low to the ground. Soon, I was floating down a forested highway, its roads winding and slightly inclined. Things began destabilizing. To fix this, I fired some of my glow to the surroundings, but instead of being gold, it shot out as a prismatic light. The environment shone with chaotic iridescence. Then, after half a minute of further travel, everything was restored to normal. Some time afterwards, I spotted another city in the horizon. Many of the the most visible structures, each primarily constructed with tall, grey blocks, resembled Gothic-inspired apartment buildings, only scaled to impossible heights. I made my way to the city, things began blacking out. Once more, I fired lights to the environment, if only to see that above-mentioned colorful spectacle, before things were normalized again. Anyway, there didn't seem to be much else to look at. The streets were bare of traffic, and only a few pedestrians were around. A chill was in the air, though it was hard to tell how cold, exactly. I then "recalled" a false task of guessing a card from a stack (no doubt influenced by an encounter above). From my peripheral, I conjured playing cards in my hand. This time, I guessed the Jack of Clubs. Right again. Next, I moved on to the Team Bauble tasks. I tried conjuring a bauble between my fingers, but couldn't manage it. Around then, I stumbled into a Carnival parade. Yep, including exotic dancers. No idea how they could perform (let alone dress as they did) in such weather , but oh well. One woman in particular wore a mesmerizing pattern of beads as her top. Inspired by such, I formed a circle with my fingers towards her. In a instant, a bulb bearing such patterns formed in my hand. Then, I tried making it rain bauble. I raised the decoration in my hand overhead, and made it vanish. But, nothing else seemed to happen. Various forgotten non-lucid scenes. Something about an Italian neighborhood, and taking interest in posters hung on the walls of a brick building. Got briefly awakened, then unwittingly returned to the dream. Scene 2 - Dio and the Nature of Beauty The visuals were blurred. I was in the courtyard of a Middle-Eastern palace during sunset, all of this occurring in an anime. Indeed, a group of like-drawn figures were around. One of these was Dio Brando from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. There was another guy there. I can't recall specifics, though he seemed highly uncomfortable to be there. Also there was a upper-class woman with straight, blonde hair, and a distinctly Roman nose. She wore a pink, decorated Victorian-era pink dress, and bore an arrogant smile to match. A woman with purple hair attended her. Dio went on a monologue about the meaning of beauty, and, more specifically, on how the noblewoman represented the epitome of beauty. Between that, he made subtle and coercive insults to the other man. The unnamed "guest" mentioned a 'Yulia', claiming she was far more elegant, though Dio denied as much. Then, Dio directs the pretty woman to fetch something from a nearby barrel. In a dramatic change of events, the woman giggled uncontrollably. She then pranced about hysterically, while repeating the commands given to her in a distinctly slurred tone. Shocked, I questioned whether Dio had lobotomized the poor woman. He lambasted me for thinking such, humored at first, but then becoming forlorn. Brando explained that the woman suffers from an incurable brain illness. Called it "Hunter's-something" disease. Normally, horrible facial deformities would be a symptom of the illness. But, Dio reversed that with a spell, an enchantment which he described as "bringing out the woman's inner beauty outwardly". Turning to the other man, he asked of something he'd heard Yulia's mother blurting out once, of another person with that above disease. Dio, it seemed, was concerned of this Yulia. The guest, startled by such sympathy, assured Brando that Yulia was, as he put it, "the spirit of good health." Things destabilized. I woke up with those last quoted words racing in my mind.
Updated 12-08-2018 at 04:19 AM by 89930
Morning of November 28, 2018. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,972-04. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score: 56. I am in an unknown residence which my dream self erroneously perceives as my current address as is often the case. I own a big computer printer that also serves as a modem. Much of my current conscious self’s identity is present. I am aware of Zsuzsanna’s presence. I am looking at the Internet, but something happens that causes something to happen to the printer, though I do not perceive it as needing repair by the end of my dream. I may have bumped part of the top. There is a row of several cylindrical containers, horizontally oriented, that resemble oversized cylindrical fuses of about four inches long. They are full of blue liquid. Two of the rightmost ones fall out from where they are connected and spill over the circuitry. Most of the electronics and circuit boards at the bottom are visible. My printer has no cover. Later, I see that an ice-like (or powder-like) residue is covering all of the circuitry. First, I think the printer was damaged by the spill, though I then consider it is part of a process to keep it from overheating. It is likely that the process relates to gamma-aminobutyric acid, the natural form, not medical. The fluid in the containers is also an association with melatonin. As electronic circuity is autosymbolism for the brain and concurrent brain activity, my dream at this point would indicate pulling back on the initiation of consciousness (in relevance to thinking or attempting to read) to sleep longer.
12.06.2018 09:00 AMHide and Seek (Non-Lucid) This dream was long but hard to understa d so some of the details are fuzzy. I am in a house with a lot of people. A monster or murderer is killing people. I run from room to roomm looking for somewhere to hide. It feels like hide and seek. I keep finshing other people and some of then are scared im the thing 12.07.2018 06:00 AMVideo Game Guild (Non-Lucid) I am playing a new sandbox video game that is 2d in the style of teraria. I meet some friends and we start a guild. One of them is the youtuber Kiwo. Time skips forward and we are the largest and most powerful guild in the game. Most of the dream I am exploring our giant base and there is some drama between the founders.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I dream I am watching and at the same time living in the flesh an Italian movie about a guy who adopts two orphan boys about 2 years old. It is lovely and adorable, until a mobster wants to settle an issue with him and kidnaps the boys to raise them as his own. He tries to make them copies of himself, so they are dressed like little gangsters and he takes them to see all about his business, including whacking other people. The kids are becoming traumatized and insensitive. One day their father comes to rescue them with a bunch of men and shoots the gangsters when they were about to climb some staircase to enter a building. One of the kids is so traumatized that he runs away from is daddy, crying, but some of the rescuers go after him. The other kid stands still without a reaction, but when his dad comes to him he bursts into tears and says "papi" (although that's spanish). I also cuddle the poor kid. Doing tourism with my mom in Italy. Drivers are just insane, speeding on tight alleys, almost hitting us. We hear a crash. I fly over the houses to get a view. It's a truck with vegetables who went over the pier and landed on a boat. The driver can't believe it. Meanwhile my mom arrives and wants to help him by buying him vegetables, but I don't think it's the best time to do it. We go to the historical city center, crazy ladies put pots with plants outside their doors, basically filling the narrow alleys with obstacles on which we trip for a couple of times. We enter a very cute restaurant which is also a b&b and I recognize it from having stayed here before. My mom confirms she recognizes it from pictures. I go talk to the owner and they say I left a big bottle of hemp oil when I last checked out from here. I had been worried the customs would not have allowed it, but this time I will try to take it back with me. I am staying at some rich friend's mansion. She is an Asian video artist. She shows me a video clio she did for an H&M campaign, very conceptual with people swimming in the sea and a centaur swimming with them, that becomes a horse on land. She says it wasn't picked up by the brand, because they didn't get the meaning, which was none. I said I liked it, even without any meaning, it was trippy and inspiring. She puts down the usb pen with some of her work and we check for some paintings I left in her house last time. I promise to take them with me this time. They are hideous and amateur, but she encourages me to continue doing it. Then she notices the pen is gone and freaks out. I say the only person I saw coming in was a certain guy, part of her team and she goes look for him in the studio. She is furious because she knows he wants to steal her ideas and undermine her work. She yells at him and they begin a nasty discussion, I decide to go check the rest of the house. Her amazing kitchen is on a hanging deck over a cliff, with glass walls with view to the town underneath. There's a large spiral stair to a garden below. From the garden, there is a large entrance to a lounge area where I encounter some of her friends chillin'. One of them says he found a recording of me singing a Grease medley and he wants to play it for everybody to listen. I say no, no, I am embarrassed, but he assures it is really good and they should hear. They are VIPs and might help me launch a career, but I run away to hide under a staircase. Another lady, also Asian, comes to sit by my side with lots of bags, says she is leaving for her flight, but feeling very tired and asks to rest her head on my lap for a while. Then some guy looking for me asks me to join back the group, he insists they really liked my recording. Along the way he sings bits of the song, trying to trick me into singing, but there are people all the way on the hallways and I just can't sing in front of people. He understands. Says we will just be watching another friend athlete on tv and not bother me with the singing. We watch her on some competition. She is also Asian, very pretty and with some very original outfit and hairdo, unlike anything I have ever seen in sports. At first I thought she was doing pole vault, but then realize it is some kind of new modality, in which athletes gotta climb a kind of metallic ladder reaching the highest possible step, with a minimum jumping movement, like cats do. I think she breaks a record and everyone is celebrating.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I am at some harsh environment, like ruins in the middle of a marsh. Looks like a Tomb Raider game. I have to jump from mini platforms to rafts that are already filled with other people, who look Eastern, like Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, not sure.... Then from the rafts we need to reach safe ground, and many die along the way. I manage to get to land, but I am taken as a slave. I find myself in the hands of women who are having fun dressing me up with rich eccentric dresses, probably for sexual slavery to some rich lord. I run away and hide ... in a shopping center... I find a small vet office where I bump into my RL vet. He asks me what I think about his new office, it is smaller with less equipment, but he is going through difficulties and trying to keep the business afloat. I feel a bit lost, but say it's ok, while I look at what I am wearing and finding it out of context. He offers me a t-shirt and jeans and says I can stay there and change, but he has to go out. I feel without control of my body, so I slam everything down into the floor and make a huge mess. People from a restaurant next door come to see what's going on and comfort me, thinking I may be having a stroke of some kind. Then I have this insight that I must go after someone who had parked the car right in front and is running away, while leaving behind a bunch of red and green balloons, which are filled with nerve gas and hallucinogenic gas. I was probably already under the influence of it and soon I start getting hallucinations. I hold my breath as I can and try to run to a safe area. Too late to help all these people, as the balloons are popping and there is gas everywhere. I remember that I can fly, so I rise up in the air, in the hope that I can rise above the gas. Up in the sky I find a kind of floating amusement park, with giant balloon figures, like Disney characters and in the middle of it, a cabin with a girl inside, looking lonely and sad. She opens the door and welcomes me there. She seems to know what is happening and feeling sad for not being able to help. She is glad she could help me. I am with Riverstone and we have a baby boy. But i feel strange that I am seeing this kid for the first time and he is already 2 years old. We are discussing what to name him. Meanwhile he is getting curious about going outside and I freak out. We never go outside (no idea how we get food). One day he sees kids playing on the street. He is excited and wants to join them. We on the other hand, just want to tell the kids to hide. It is very dangerous. Then some kids at another building started making signs warning the kids to hide, but they don't understand, look like they are not from here and have no clue. A caravan of military jeeps and tanks comes marching and I tell my boy to duck and be quiet. They start shooting. I guess the kids died. Later we get into a car and get out of there. That's when we cross paths with another car with some people we hadn't seen in a long time and we realize this boy is not really our kid, but their kid and they have our baby instead, a little girl. They also have my mother with them. We decide to do a risky exchange in the middle of the road with the sound of gunshots nearby. I give them the boy and they give me back my girl. My mom also joins us in tears and then we all head to safety. With some friends, including Zilla, we're like orphans in a harsh place. We've been taken in by some gangster organization against our will. My friends have accepted it, they take care of us, feed us, give us education. But it doesn't feel right to me. One day they take us all on a trip to some tropical paradise, everybody is rejoicing and I am overwhelmed with the landscapes, the beaches, the waterfalls, but I always suspect their motives. One of the bad guys in charge, one day picks up a fight with me. They say it is for practice, to keep us always alert, but I think they just want to beat us, because we are weaker and can't fight back. On that day, it happens that I win and he takes it badly. They warn me to never do that again, I'm supposed to be a punch bag, just as I suspected. Later on I mention to one of the few ladies in the organization that I am sick of this and want to go away. She goes tell her superiors. They threaten me. They own us. Someday we are enjoying a swim in a crowded swimming pool and some people come by and invite the older kids to follow them as we've been selected to a new group following a new training on martial arts and civics. I first reject, my friends go. But after I see them learning the basics of Kenpo and recall my own training which I miss greatly, so I can't help but join them. They also teach us some sort of theatrical dance and later inject some communist propaganda in the middle of it, like waving the communist party flag. Most kids feel a bit awkward but don't question it. Except me, I abandon the class and go talk to the superiors and tell them they can't get away with this, they must tell the kids what it is that they are luring us too. They are quite upset and basically fed up with me. I don't think I thought this through...
Updated 12-07-2018 at 10:52 AM by 34880
Morning of December 7, 2018. Friday. Dream #: 18,981-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 66. I become vividly aware of being in my brother-in-law Bob’s car in the back seat, on the right side. (This subliminally stems from sleeping on the right side of our bed, though my conscious self’s identity is otherwise absent as I have not been in La Crosse since 1994. My dream self’s location in the back seat implies being in temporary isolation from my reticular activating system’s processing.) It is nighttime. The parked car is in the middle of the east side of Wood Street. (This is scene is erroneous, as Bob would typically only park on Loomis Street near where he lived.) An unknown male is backing up his car, which remains perpendicular, from the other side of the street, towards Bob’s car. Although I think his vehicle might hit hard, as he does not seem to notice Bob’s car, the back of it only bumps the right side near my door. I start yelling at him and leave Bob’s car to go to the front of it. By now, a few other unknown people are present. At least one police officer (a preconscious simulacrum that does not activate) is nearby, but there is not much interaction (due to my level of dream state consciousness in the transition to the next scene). The man remains in his car. I point out to the others how the right front wheel of Bob’s car is now bent, the top at an outward angle. I go over to the left side and see that the left front tire has what resembles a big pile of white cream (or white “clay”) near it that appears as if it had been squeezed out from a short cylindrical protuberance on the tire. (Gamma-aminobutyric acid, or GABA, in its natural form, is rare autosymbolism, yet has appeared in several dreams recently.) I walk back to Loomis Street, into the backyard of the house by way of the alley, and enter the house via the back door. As I walk around, I see that everyone is in bed. I want to tell them about the mishap with the car. The house is dark, and I complain that it is before eight o'clock in asking why everyone is already asleep. One bedroom replaces the porch, with the bed visible beyond the living room’s doorway and long ways to it, but my dream self does not recognize this error. At this point, I am more viably subliminally aware I am in the dream state (as validated by seeing people in bed and the RAS precursor of the previous scene not initiating), which triggers the next stage of the dreaming process. Vestibular system correlation kicks in as usual at this level of dream state consciousness. I am in Southside La Crosse now, near a group of about seven unfamiliar teenagers, both males and females. I easily allow myself to rise in the air and hover for a time, but I also fly around for short distances. Most of the other people are surprised. I tell them that I cannot understand why people walk over a long distance (such as from one side of town to another) when flying is so much easier. The others take turns rising in the air for a short time. From here, an unknown male happily flies with me, including through the service area of a restaurant (caused by subliminal hunger during sleep). I eventually arrive in the parking lot of a shopping mall. However, it also has a vague association with my old middle school in Arcadia. The parking lot (autosymbolism for an inactive body while sleeping) usually comes at a closer emerging consciousness stage than does a porch (in which porch, warehouse, shed or garage, parking lot typically correlates with incremental bands of concurrent consciousness in the waking process). There are a few unknown men who are amazed at how I hover and fly around. They talk about gravity and how I am “defying the laws of gravity.” I tell them that flying is a natural activity and that you only have to allow yourself to rise in the air. They continue to mention gravity as I walk to the other side of the parking lot, near the street, to prepare to fly again. I cheerfully yell back at them, “If gravity existed as you say it does, then the moon would be stuck to the Earth!” My affirmation stems from how the dream self and its imaginary physicality (moon) is not bound by the physical (Earth).
Created Thursday 06 December 2018 Had quite a rough night, but I toughed out the odds... Scrap Group 1 Watching a D&D discussion podcast. One or two fragments of my wandering around a shopping center. Dream 1 - Jaunt to the Shimmering Void Mall Scene 1 - Whirlwind Breath The visuals were blurred. WILD transition in bed. Of course, I was incapable of moving. Noticing how strongly I as breathing, I thought to use such respiration to blast me out of the room. Instead, I'd somehow conjured a whirlwind. I was sent spiraling in midair. About 10 seconds later, I was violently thrust through the floor and into the void. Transition. Scene 2 - E and the Shimmering Void Mall The visuals were a bit dim and blurred. I was falling in a dark void, pitch black initially, then glimmering with bursts of light in the distance. As soon as I hit "ground", I called out to my guide. It took a bit of patience and a lot of repeating, but eventually, I saw her form several yards ahead of me. She was dressed in worn, faded casual clothing. Furthermore, she appeared a bit different than usual, appearing thinner (if still untoned) having lighter hair tied in an unkempt bun, and being a few years younger than me. Her facial features also wasn't hers, though I corrected that in time. My guide seemed a bit woozy, almost tilting over, as she asked why I'd called her. I scooped her in my arms to keep her from falling. I then requested for her to lead me to the Backyard. While she yawned, she agreed to as much, but not before she finished her work at an arcade she was supposedly employed in. Thought she was just blowing steam to distract me. Still, I was curious enough to see where this was going. The environment briefly warped. Now, we were in an empty courtyard within a mall, twilight from outside the only light source available. E pivoted herself to let herself stand and walk on her own two feet. She spoke of having two jobs in this structure, a Dave and Busters, and a different arcade. I asked for a pause to do other things between our explanation. As per the contest, I briefly tried conjuring a Christmas bulb, but couldn't. I opted not to force anything. Anyway, my guide mentioned details of her tasks within both jobs, though I can't recall specifics. This went on for over two minutes, until the dream destabilized. Quick DEILD. Scene 3 - Tornado Breath The visuals were blurred. Transition in bed. Once again, I couldn't move. I tried the wind trick above, only this time, I wanted to bring a full-blown tornado. This was accomplished with surprising ease. I was instantly sent spinning inside the disaster's funnel. Although this all visually appeared as simplistic 16-bit graphics, both the sensation and deafening winds were more than believable. Destabilization a minute later. Various unknown non-lucid transitions until getting to below. Scene 4 - Honey Rice and Dumplings The visuals were dim and blurred. Non-lucid. I was seated in a void. Whereas the surroundings were pitch black, I could plainly see two full plates of Chinese dumplings laid out in front of me. With a pair of chopsticks in hand, I wasted no time helping myself. Some of the dumplings were a little soggy, but overall, they tasted fantastic. I went on to the point that I could barely breathe. I then called to the unseen patrons, asking if they still had any "Honey Rice" left. Although I couldn't see them, I did hear them say there was some of that food, and indeed, they slid me a plateful of such. I got curious at that moment. So, I imagined rubbing my hands, and lo and behold, I did just that. Got aware again. Still, I just continued indulging myself, shoveling down as much delicious rice and dumplings as I could. I continued for two minutes until the dream collapsed.
Updated 12-08-2018 at 03:41 AM by 89930
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