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i was in class drawing with group of guys and girls that i dont know but feel like a class of some sort , i was drawing the past leader of UAE and the drawing i did was being interpreted by someone .
the other guys were trying to steal my pencil and some guys just being assholes to me, that didnt stop me i kept on drawing and then a finished the drawing after moments

The Jiangshi of my dreams are similar to the Jiangshi of Chinese folklore, the “hopping vampire”, except the Jiangshi of my dreams aren’t actually undead humans, they just appear to be.

The Jiangshi are, in actuality, a species of sapient clothing. Elaborate sets of robes that possess a sinister soul within them. It is rumored that by donning one of these magic robes you will gain spectacular powers and become a powerful undead creature, but that is just a rumor created by the Jiangshi themselves. In actuality, when you wear a Jiangshi, your own soul is cast out of your body, replaced with the soul of the Jiangshi. The wearer’s original soul is cast into their old, discarded clothes, where it will survive for a time before fading away, and the Jiangshi obtains a new body.

The Jiangshi rumor is designed to lure in those seeking power, trick them into wearing a Jiangshi, and provide a new body to bodyless Jiangshi. This trickery is essentially how they reproduce. They seclude themselves in an undead-haunted bog, luring the power-hungry to themselves and quietly amassing an army.

Here are the videos that go with these dreams where I draw them
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKB1q-oO6bU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGZzWyKukzA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdgwS7xWwCo
It looks like I accedentally deleted part 4




One of the first things I remember from this dream is I was eating some kind of bone in chicken, fish, or ribs. My Aunt had given it to me. Then I found out it was 2 weeks old. I tried to tell myself it was okay since it had been cooked. My Dad ate some, either to make sure it wasn't bad for me, or to help me feel less uncomfortable about having eaten it. I remember looking at the food and seeing the meat on the bone.

There was a scene where I was in a bathroom. I was using the toilet and using 12 cleaning wipes. That would be a lot to use in one go so I was thinking it was too much. My Aunt B kept coming in the bathroom while I was not fully dressed and I was yelling at her. Fighting with her to make her go away.

Then I was fully dressed but there was this guy in the bathroom. We were fighting. I was winning most of the time but it was not an easy fight. Then at one point the guy kind of had me cornered to where I couldn't reall y get away from him. But I somehow got out of that just in time. I managed to pin him to the ground face down. I was spitting on the side of his face. He had a beard. I spit twice on the side of his face. I was very angry at him because he kept messing with me and messing with me. I asked him, "are you done messing with me now?!" He said he still wasn't. This made me so angry. I clearly had defeated him but he didn't care. I don't remember exactly what he was doing.

Then the guy was gone but there was a dog in the bathroom. Maybe it happened in a different order. I think I was supposed to not let the dog out. But I was so annoyed by the dog for whatever reason that I let it out the bathroom. it ran out into the open road and accross the open road. I hoped the dog would get to Petco and then Petco would adopt the dog and find someone to take the dog in. then whoever the dog actually belonged to could go to petco and trace the dog back through the records to find out who had adpoted it. I just wanted that dog out of my hair! .

This is why I think I got the order backwards. maybe I fought the guy last and the dog was before that. Because I got out and saw A M and his Dad in a truck, working. I was surprised they were working contracting jobs. Then I saw K T and he was smoking a cigarette. I started to see some grey smoke being puffed into the air. Then suddenly I had a laso or a whip. I was able to swing it at him and knock the cigarette out of his mouth. He was really mad at me. I had to swing the thing two times to get the cigarette to really go away.

Then there were 3 guys. K T, A M and T R were all sort of ganging up on me. Kind of like saying I thought I was tough when I fought the guy in the bathroom. I thought I was tough when I knocked K T's cigarette down. But now I would have to take on all 3 of them. I was sort of backing down, backing away, hoping to avoid this. I had moments where I thought I might have a chance but I mainly doubted myself. And for good reason, 3 on 1 isn't really fair. There was also this guy S who I haven't seen since fifth grade but I never got along well with him. I remember seeing his face.

We wound up standing in a circle. I accidentally touched a guy's hand and he gave me a funny look. It was just a mistake. Now we were talking as if it were a support group for addictions. Someone was saying how seeking the answer over and over might keep the person getting the same answer but that is a good thing.

Brady bunch thing in a house? Older women there.

Then it showed a video game of this brown sort of rock world. The character was doing wall jumps like in mario, up to the top of a cliff thing. The dream was saying how it was like Final Fantasy. And how Final Fantasy kept having to have new games because there was never an end. So the character of this game was running around this brown path, I guess a mountainous place, and collecting coins as he ran like in Mario. The coins were shiny goldenrod yellow.

The reason the dream said there was never an end to the games was that everyone's consciousness was sort of held within these gold coins. No matter what they did, at the end of it all, they could not get their consciousness to expand beyond the form of the gold coin. To the video game character's right, there was an empty water basin like a big empty pond. It had some kind of thin fog in it. And there were all of these gold coins moving around in there. I felt such hopelessness about the state of these gold coins.

There was one stack of gold coins that was supposed to get used for something. Then there were gold coins who were supposed to be in charge. There was a gold couch in an office. There was a gold rectangle that looked like a gold hundred dollar bill on a gold plate. That was like a really important figure. There was a stack of the gold coins. The final fantasy character jumped in and landed on top of the stack of coins, sending them flying all over the place. The gold rectangle was really angry about it and the gold coin in charge was trying to calm him down. It was like some big business deal that the big gold dollar bill thing was going to make a big purchase from the executive gold coin and then now that final fantasy character might have messed up the whole deal.

I guess that was everybody's soul? Embodied in the gold coin. I am not sure. So the final fantasy game was saying it is hopeless because in the end, everybody's soul is trapped like that in eternity.

After that, some more stuff happened in this dream that I could remember.

There was something about a therapist.

Some women were talking about organizing something. There were also some guys talking about organizing files a certain way. To set up some kind of an audio file. My memory of this got kind of blurred. The women had lists of files. Everyones list of files had their name and then zero through five or fifteen through thirty or some series of numbers. Along with that it had a color. Also they had the word image, but without an E at the end, so it said "imag" or "I M A G". There was one woman's whose was highlighted all magenta. it showed her name was connected to one mister something and then one person who was her husband. So that meant she was having some kind of an affair.



I woke up from those and thought through them. I was nicely surprised with having slept a good amount of time and had good recall by then.




My memory of the next rounds of dreams began with this scene in a restaurant. There was a guy at a circular high top table and a bar in the back ground. He ordered two sodas. They brought him too many, I think four sodas, and so he tried to give them back. He stacked one cup of soda on top of another full cup of soda but none spilled out. He reached his arm way behind him in a side lateral raise to give to someone on the restaurant staff, who took it away. Then he had some of the soda from his glass.


There was some parts when I was in school. I want to note that I don't actually smoke marijuana. But within the dream the context was that I was smoking marijuana and going to classes. I felt like I loved school but actually what had happened was I was really high during the classes. I started to realize that I couldn't stay high forever. So, I thought that I would keep going to classes, even without weed, so that when I got high again, I could enjoy the classes even more. Then i realized it was weird for my whole life to exist in service of the "high" state of being. it was like I was diregarding the rest of life, such as time "not high" i e "sober", as just in service of the next time I got high, instead of an end in and of themselves. That concerned me but I couldn't see going to class without smoking. I liked my brain much better when I was high. The dream had a whole context where I had never felt so happy and productive and interested in life.


There was at least one class room part I forgot. i was taking notes. In another class room scene, that I remember more of, A teacher was teaching us about how if someone is feeling low or depressed. How they could handle it. More of an accepting approach. And doing a study to see if the people thought a certain way, if they took their own life. Then, a guy to my left wearing red asked if he could take part in the study. And be a participant. He looked like a very depressed person. The teacher said the study wouldn't be good for him since he was probably one of the people who would take their own life. The guy got mad about this. He told the teacher that it wasn't fair and then he and the teacher seemed to be fighting a bit about it. I started to get angry and want to stand up for the other student.

I became lucid when I felt the conflicted feelings arise within myself. It wasn't even that strong of an emotion but there are a lot of factors that seem to all come together when I get the Dream intiated lucidity so that was when they all culminated. I held back from fighting with the teacher and instead sent a profound energy of love towards the teacher and the whole dream. I said something like, "I Love you! You are the best teacher ever!" The teacher greyish brown hair parted down the middle. My expression of positive energy totally shifted the dream and the teacher and the student both seemed happier. I can't really describe enough how profound this was for me. It isn't something I want to under state. It seems like a simple thing but it was actually a very powerful use of my lucid ability. I didn't really get lucid to where I just teleported away because I was already within the context of a dream. I knew it was a dream though and that sort of amplified the experience.

After that dream scene I was in the bathroom and I had my voice recorder. I was in the stall and talking back through the dream so far. I think I still knew it was a dream but was just doing this to amplify my waking life dream recall. I have heard it said that actions within a lucid, dream state are 7 to 9 times more influential than actions performed in waking life state. Just as I was talking through the dream, someone walked in the bathroom. i had a moment where I hesitated to continue talking. I saw who it was from above the stall somehow and it was the kid from the class who was fighting with the teacher. So then I definitely wanted to stop because I didn't think he would want me talking about him when he was right there. I heard some other people came in then and they were talking about how some smart people had records at the school they could go over. I think I tried to put my finger through my palm to reaffirm I was dreaming. I am not sure if it went through though. But I remember reaffirming at least mentally that I was still dreaming. I guess I could have spun from the bathroom stall and teleported somewhere new but it didn't really cross my mind. Sometimes that stuff comes to mind and sometimes it doesn't. I was thinking I could start recording more but the guy was still in the bath room. Then other people were in the bathroom stall with me and I had too many pairs of shorts on. Multiple layers of pairs of shorts. One was like an orange fleece material on the layer closest to my skin. Then there were two or three other pairs of shorts, blues or oranges. I put on my blue blocking glasses within the dream and it turned the chorts green. Someone commented that I had on too many pairs of shorts. In the dream I thought my blue shorts pertained to waking life but now that I think about it, they don't pertain to waking life.




Earlier there was a part with a T V in my sister's room. Adjusting the vollume on the remote caused it to cycle from 73 to 0 and back up to 73. That was kind of earlier I think. I remember it only vaguely.


I lost lucidity somewhere between dream scene transitions and dreamed that I was trying to write the dream down on card board. I actually remember writing some solid things but I don't remember exactly what. It didn't seem like a false awakening though. False awakenings I am usually very conscious, just not aware its a dream (yet). I also remember trying to keep up with the class notes left handed at one point. And I raised my hand and said something at some point. I have been expecting this to happen but I didn't think it would happen so soon. I think I dreamed I was dream journaling on a voice recorder but laying on the opposite side I was physically laying on in the dream.

I woke up, thought through it, and had pretty good success with recall. I had Restless legs so I got up and did a little moving and stretching. That helped me get back to sleep. Then I had even more dreams! Woohoo.

The earliest part of this dream I remember was I was sitting at a table with two other guys and it was some kind of a support group. I shared and the two guys listened. Then another guy shared and I was listening. But then I got up to go do something on a computer or sweep and mop the floor. Kind of both. I still listened to his share as I was up doing stuff but I just couldn't sit still and listen. I felt kind of bad about this but I just had to kind of keep busy. I told him without cross talking that I really appreciated his share and I am sorry I missed it. I was thinking it had a lot to do with my workaholism lately causing me to be compulsively unavailable.

After apologizing to him I was at this bigger computer screen. Like as tall as me and much wider. It had a bright sky blue background and several windows on a grid within it. I was trying to choose one to click on. I felt like it was mental junk food though and felt bad about getting sucked into it. I realized I didn't have my food that I meant to be eating and I went to get up and go get it. One of the videos was on a silver back ground on an interesting subject. Within the dream I thought it seemed cool but I don't remember it now.

Then, I turned toward the table and there were two african american guys there. I felt scared when I saw them because they had taken my seat. The guy on the left was thinner and making a big smile. The guy on the right was heavier set and had a beard. The guy on the left said something to me. He also said his name was Seth.

There was also someone whose head was in the sink. Their head was in the sink but they were not dead. It was just that their head was in the sink. Part of their face that was metal was over on the counter. But they were not harmed or anything. I didn't realize it was a dream. My dream logic just accepted what I saw as a normal everyday thing! .

Then I looked over at a bed that in the context of the dream was my bed. There was a whole family of people sitting on my bed and to the left of my bed. There was one tan guy who I was scared of at first but then I realized he was smiling. his daughter was sitting on my pillow. Then I saw that she was sitting on my foam roller, moving her legs from side to side. The context became that I needed my foam roller. But I felt bad that she didn't realize I would be needing it. So I told her she could finish what she was doing but after that I would have to take it back. She seemed to want to give it back to me right away but I almost insisted she finish her exercise. She seemed to really enjoy it. I did feel somewhat rushed to get on with whatever I was doing though. Also I didn't like someone sitting on my pillow because their bottom was on it. After the girl gave me back my foam roller I told her family all about where to get their own. I even told them they could get the three foot or 18 inch foam rollers.

I knew there was an elevator to this room. Maybe it was how I initially got there but I didn't remember anything until I was at the table talking with those other 2 guys.

Then there was something where there was food around. It was becoming like a festive party. A woman came near me. I asked where she was from. She said she was from African America! . She was Caucasian though. So then we got to this door. We were going to go down to a lower floor of the building. She led me to this door that had a long horizontal crack in it. She showed me how to remove the lower part of the door and go underneath the cracked part, then pull it back into place. She started to go down the stairs. I had the sense that we were very high up in a building and it would be a lot of stairs to go all the way down. I felt bad for abandoning her because we were having a whole conversation. but I said I have to take the elevator and went to find the elevator. i guess I got in it and headed down. I felt like my waking consciousness was active within the dream but I wasn't lucid. I didn't know it was a dream but I was making considerations as if it were.

Once I got down to the bottom floor, I was outside walking up these wooden elevated walk ways. They were like ramps. I saw a guy with longer blonde hair who looked like R C. I was happy to see him. I was like, I am so happy to see you, wait, what is your name again though? It has been a few years. he seemed put off that I had forgotten his name and kind of rolled his eyes or gave me a "pshh" under his breath. I felt kind of bad but moved on. I walked up further up these walk ways and then I was climbing up a part that was sort of floating there like a mario walk way. At the end of it there was one of those pirhouette cookies but blue with silver sparkling bits. I noticed more stuff was appearing but again that just seemed like everyday normal occurrances within my dreaming mind. I heard this message from the dream that in the thing that had been upstairs, they didn't want kids playing with some of the things that people had to pay for. Some thing about game boys or something. But they weren't for free for the kids, they were meant to be paid for. I saw my friend J T ahead but when I got closer it wasn't him.


At the end of the dream, I heard something like, "And then you die!" But I forgot it. Sometimes there is some kind of saying or even a voice phenomenon at the very end of my dream. It said something about "ant then you die" but I wasn't scared about it at all. It was more of a wise thing to say, not like a threat or anything ominous. But I forgot the exact words. initially, I remembered the exact words. but I lost the memory of the exact words by the time I tried to think of it again later. I sort of mentally "reached" for it and it was gone. So I wished I had thought about it and formed a more solid memory of it earlier on. I just took for granted it would be in my head when I went back for it.

I woke up and thought back through these pretty well. I was relieved to have got some sleep because I have had some trouble falling asleep. I knew there was earlier stuff in the dream I had forgotten but I guess it was just too far back.

I find myself in the middle of the night in a car. As I am about to start the engine I see a man who is driving from left and then right. He bumps in to the back of another vehicle and flips to the side of the road. I get out of my car to call 911 but I could see ambulance already on their way. I take a few minutes to run to them but eventually they drove right pass me and to the scene.

As I run back to the scene I was introduce to this detective. She tells me we are going over to a part where we suspect dangerous criminals live. I ask her have you done this before and if she'll be okay on her own. She said yes but if she needs my help she'll let me know. We both pulled out our guns and enter the forest in till we appeared on a road.

As we are walking on the road we hear a bullet zoom right passed us. It came from twelve clock , I look at the tree's in the distance and could see a man in a tree made house holding a sniper. I tried shooting at him a couple of times but then someone at the far left in the woods also began shooting. I begin wondering if we were cornered so I told lets take shelter at this abandon cabin not too far from us.

The weather was clouded grey but now began to rain. I look out the cabin windows and could no longer see them at their original positions. I assume they were coming to us inside the cabin. I pulled my knife out and enter inside the first room closet to the door. I told her to hide in the closet that would be straight across the hallway all the way down. So that when they open the door she would have a clear shot.

I decided to leave the room door I was in slightly open so that it could possibly distract them. Even if they enter I would take advantage of the situation by hiding at the side of the door and use the knife in a close up fight. The door opens and I could hear someone footsteps can closer and closer to my room. Then the door brushes against my shoulder, I act on my instincts and turn around to stab him in the neck.

I am surprise when I see it is my brother. Unfortunately I had already stab him as he drops to the floor holding his neck. The shock and confusion made me realize there's no way I could have just killed my brother. I become lucid and told the detective with me that I am going to go get some air. I look out the cabin window and jump while now flying through the tree's. My then flying turned in to floating so I decided to land at a near by road.

I could see people who appeared to be near by neighbors talking to one another while making jokes. A woman who resembled a video game character was having trouble starting her car. I approach it and took her out of it as it was car I wanted to test my driving on. She then runs from me and I notice there's no key. If I had better dream control I would have been able to start it off.

I walk towards the neighbors to see if they had any cars. When I got to them I was puzzled to just hearing them repeating the same phrases to each other and then laughing about it. It happen over and over again so I decided I would rather not talk to them. I then had a false awakening.

Morning of February 23, 2018. Friday.



In the first part of my dream, I am sitting on the floor of the Gellibrand Street apartment’s porch. (We have not lived there in years.) I am looking through and reading some coupons relating to free offers. By writing down four letters which appear on the coupon, KLRS, and then the next letter after each, underneath, LMST, it somehow causes a package to be immediately sent to our front door, though I do not open it as I focus on the unusual nature of this puzzling technology. I begin to ponder on how the company would know what I wrote in a notebook in my own home.

I later write LMPR, and MNQS underneath. (Throughout my dream, I clearly read and write uppercase letters which remain the same, which is atypical of the dream state, as writing typically changes in many dreams when looking back at it again.) A handwritten message appears above the letters relating to the activation of a special offer. Similar events occur a few more times.

I begin to wonder more about how this is possible. The setting changes (without my dream self paying much attention) to an unfamiliar location. It is a large room with a table. Dennis (an older half-brother on my mother’s side ) is present. (I have not seen him in real life since 1994.)

I tell Dennis about the companies and clubs that somehow cause handwritten messages to appear in my notebook. I look through my notebook and, for a time, cannot find the evidence, though I eventually do and show him. One message is on what looks like black embossing tape with white letters. It easily comes off the page. Dennis is curious, but I consider he may not be convinced of this inexplicable technology.

“Watch this,” I tell him. Instead of getting a code from a coupon, I make up a sequence. I write NOPQ, but decide to change it to LMNR, as I consider the code would probably not have four letters in a row in alphabetical order as such, even though they are otherwise in an alphabetical sequence. I then write MNOS underneath. A handwritten message appears out of nowhere that displays something like, “Thank you for activating your membership.” I use NORS, OPST underneath, and a similar message appears. I ask Dennis, “How are they doing this?” He does not reply. I use MNOS a few times (with NOPT), each time on a different page, and the same message appears above what I had written, relating to benefits of membership activation, though I eventually get, “You have already activated your membership. Thanks for your participation.”

I start to consider that there may be hidden cameras everywhere. This seems to “explain” it, though I forget about the unlikelihood of writing appearing on paper from no discernible source.

I write MNOS again and NOPT underneath. A large moving image of a Doberman Pinscher’s head appears on the wall. It is as if a film is being shown; the aspect ratio is square. The dog is apparently barking, but there is no sound. I perceive this as some sort of function to express a warning about repeatedly using the same code to activate something that had already been activated. There is no sense of threat at any time or any genuine wariness. In fact, I find it somewhat amusing even if it is inexplicable.

Again, I ask Dennis, “How are they doing this?” There is now also an unfamiliar male in the room who I do not see as an imposer or related to the inexplicable events. I consider that he may be puzzled as well.

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Dreams are mainly ascending reticular activating system mediation (and modulation when the dream self by way of subliminal conscious self intent attempts to remain asleep) between transient dream self and whole conscious self identity, primarily being autosymbolism for consciousness reascension while subliminally exploring the dream state. Why so many people completely ignore this truth in favor of asinine pretense (often focusing on negative dynamics even where there are none) has baffled me since childhood. My development since early childhood, in understanding the dream state (and dismissing the tripe of books on the “meanings” of dreams while even marrying my literal “dream girl” in real life), has resulted in an extraordinary virtuous circle effect as seen in this dream, even though my dream self remains puzzled about the communication from my conscious self. Yes, that is what is happening. My conscious self is sending threads of communication (by way of the ECF, emergent consciousness factor, in RAS mediation) to my dream self to enhance skills which typically do not exist in the dream state (though some asinine individuals make the ridiculous claim that one cannot read in the dream state at all). It has nothing to do with “messages from the subconscious”, as my dream self IS the subconscious (and the subconscious is a dynamic band that has no viable temporality or consistent intelligence). Aside from that, only the conscious self has viable reasoning skills, including coherent perception of the written language, and yet here, my dream self maintains (again through the virtuous circle effect of having devoted much of my life to dream state study and enhancement of the dream state) some extent of control and feasible discernment regardless of not being viably lucid.

The dog in the final scene represents the obedience factor (as I have explained in my journal many times before) as well as this dream’s WAF (waking alert factor) by way of my subliminal attempt to sustain the dream state. The wall is a liminal space divider between dream self and conscious self identity. The (transpersonal) preconscious personification (the unfamiliar male in the room) remains passive in my dream self’s subliminal activity until I wake.

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Date of Dream: FRI 23 FEB - 2018



Dream No. 285 - Student Struggles

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was doing some sort of tax assessment in TAFE, but the place didn't look like TAFE at all. I found the assessment very hard and at the end of it, I feel I didn't do well. To make things worse, I had received some sort of letter. When I first opened it and had a read, I didn't know who it was from. It was only after I got up to the second paragraph and kept on reading, I realised it was from my parents.

The content of this letter was shocking and I had soon come to the realisation that the parents had infiltrated my diaries! It was in the second paragraph that the wrote about Murray, making fun of him and cursing him too. I didn't read the paragraph to detail because I was in such an outrage... I skipped straight away to the third paragraph to see what else they had come up with. The third paragraph was worse, they were now ridiculing and damning Dreamy WB! So they now knew everything, all my secrets! I didn't read the whole of paragraph three either... I quickly shut that letter and was now internally fuming at them, thinking to myself, “you will pay...”.

The first paragraph wasn't about any dream guide though. The main reason my parents wrote that disrespectful letter is because they knew that I didn't do well on this tax assessment. I was thinking that it would only be a matter of time before I would find some way to get them back. What I didn't mention is that there was small fourth paragraph but I didn't read anything from there as I was at my limits after the mockery of Dreamy WB.

Apparently there was a second tax assessment and so therefore, I was worried that I was going to get another nasty letter from my parents. Though when I started this assessment, it seemed way easier than the first one and the only think I had to do was work out the percentage rate for something. At the end, I found out that I had received 10 marks out of 10 and soon after, that's when the second letter came. There was nothing bad in this letter but there was no apology for the earlier mockery of dream guides either.

I was then at my house and both my parents were still going on about the first tax assessment. My dad then led me outside into the backyard and started having a go at me by himself. When were down in the pergola area, my dad ended up pinning me against the brick wall, restraining me while verbally bullying me, including the threat of keeping me locked outside forever. While he was doing his thing, I just said to give me a minute while I did something. I managed to pull my head out of the restraining lock far enough in order to call for Dreamy WB.

He actually asked me what I was doing, I did tell him, but made no mention that I was calling “the dream guide”. Also, he'd know who I was talking about if I called for “Dreamy WB”, so instead, for the entire procession, I called out for “Miss T”. At first, my voice didn't seem loud enough to reach her. It felt like I was getting nowhere and that I would most likely wake up before reaching her. I had to keep dismissing my dad's hassles and telling him, “Just wait, I'll attend back to you in a minute”. Eventually though, my voice got to a point where it was loud enough and despite my dad being present, I confidently called out.

As mentioned before, it first felt like I was getting nowhere but then I felt some hope. My dad was still nagging me from behind but my eyes could help but widen with a sense of energy and enthusiasm as I perceived Dreamy WB's energy getting closer. I looked out to all the houses on the other side of the backyard fence and I had caught sight of something in the distance to my left. It was a giant black silhouette slowly, rockingly marching down the Greek guy's backyard stairs. At one point I got so excited that although there was no interested party around, it was more for myself, I yelled, “She's coming!”, while pointing to her.

Dreamy WB looked giant from a distance but when she got close enough, she was a reasonable size, just slightly bigger than my dad. So now that Dreamy WB was on the premises, my dad went back to hold me in a complete, tight lock while continuing to verbally bully me. Still in the completely black silhouette form, Dreamy WB laid one hand on my upper back while she used the other one to pry my dad away from me. My dad wasn't going to give up; once Dreamy WB had loosened me from him, he tried to scramble to get a hold of me again.

As usual, Dreamy WB wasn't going to put up with any of my parents' nonsense. She ended up carrying me and we raced my dad to the back garage door. As we got there first, Dreamy WB struggled to get in as my dad was trying to push past but she eventually got in and shut the door on my dad. Using one hand to hold me while she used the other one to keep the door shut while my dad pushed on it from the outside. I'm pretty certain she had visions of her own, giving my dad a taste of his own medicine and locking him out there. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

I just wanted to record this fragment of a dream I had 2 nights ago.

I saw Slash with a crowd of people around him. Slash was shaking everyone's hand. I stood and watched for about 10 seconds before walking through the crowd to meet him.

I said "Slash! Oh my god man, you were my inspiration! Thank you!" and I put my hand out to shake his hand.
Slash reached out and gave me a hug.

I said "Oh my god, so much love!"

And that's all I remember from this scene. It was a pretty awesome moment.
Although I remember thinking, "Weird, he looks a lot like my uncle Stuart."
The rest of the dream heavily involved my family. And the whole dream was filled with themes of love.

Heh. Puns...

Anyways, yesterday was pretty surreal in terms of the 'stuff' that happened. Glad to be back.

Day 9:

Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

Woke up at: 6:45 AM

Nothing here.



Day 10:

Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

Woke up at: 6:30 AM

Oddly enough, even though I slept for, like, 8 hours, I felt oddly refreshed upon waking up. Though I felt like I was in the verge of collapse at Band (Which was only an hour later), so... Yeah.


Dream 01: Bar Fight

In a rustic, old bar somewhere, I was locked in mortal combat with some black jumpsuit wearing thugs. I don't remember much about that fight, the only notable thing being Torbjorn chasing after a giant alcohol barrel. I'm guessing he worked there or something.

Later on, my sister and my brother-in-law pull me and my older sister aside to talk about something. We sit down on a wooden booth. She gives us both a lecture about how this generation is scatterbrained and can't focus on one thing.

I mock her, reminding her of the fact that, generally, she was also pretty disorganized. I think I remember saying, "Hay gurlfriend, hay gurl, hay, hay, h a y ~ " to her while she was telling us that.


Dream 02: Vick

Eventually, I find myself inside the Thinkspace. It's a grayish-blue gradient void that holds nothing inside of it.


Except for Vick.


Imagine the guy from Hotel Impossible, only swole and wearing a wifebeater shirt. And with a really bad attitude.

Look, I don't really believe in ghosts, imaginary friends, tulpas, or whatever the hell you call them, but this guy was most definitely trying to fit himself into the 'dream guide' category.

He pulls me aside to give me some tough advice. "Back then you at least had SOME pride, SOME push. Even if it was a DIFFERENT kind of drive, I don't want you to die on the hill you're heading."

I don't know why I named him Vick. Maybe he introduced himself as something else but faulty dream memory distorted it into the name Vick. I'll take his advice to heart.


Dream 03: The Cow-Pig-Crystal Planet

I'm out and about during the night, along with my family. My mom is driving the car as we exit the neighborhood.

I think my brother or something tells me something about an exoplanet that could support life.

The scene switches to my room. There's a card next to the old Wii I have, which shows a diagram of the planet. On it, it shows a picture of a human, a cow, a pig, and a crystal. The human is crossed out, but all the others have a check mark next to them.

So this means that the planet is hospitable for cows, pigs, and gems(?), but not for humans. Of course, I think it's stupid, but I keep the card anyway because it looks nice.


Dream 04: Freaky Big-Headed People

I think my SubC may have an affinity for creating fictional races. Earlier a woman in a previous dream turned into a white-skinned, red eyed, green haired, and yes, peach-nippled alien creature; which I named the Dreamwalkers. Now there's a race of native people that...Well, you'll see.

"This incident was more like a "from me to you" kinda thing. Not exactly real journalism."

The dream begins with a stereotypically Boston sounding man (Presumably a journalist) giving his thoughts on the discovery of the exploitation of a native people in the U.S. It also shows a newspaper headline, all in black and white, which indicates that it took place in the 50s.

In the modern day, my art teacher (Mr.L) decides to travel south to meet these native people, probably out of empathy.

Once he gets there, in his old pale-green truck, he goes to talk to one of the women who interviewed the reporter of days gone by. I (The observer) come to the conclusion that these people age much slower than humans. I also see that these native people look like those heads the Olmecs made. These heads are much bigger and much more artificial looking than our own, much like those heads. They're farming tea leaves, it seems.

The girl looks no older than 10 or 11 years old, and is very soft-spoken and polite. She wears a ragged, white dress and a pair of cheap sandles. She is fluent in both English and whatever language those people speak.

For some reason, Mr.L and the girl have to stay outside while they wait for some Bighead to finish doing something. A timelapse occurs, and about a day and a half passes as Mr.L gets more and more drowsy and impatient, while the girl looks completely fine.

I'm willing to guess these people also don't get tired, which would explain why they would be perfect for exploitation. Hey, I'm not supporting it, hell no, but I can see the 'logic' behind it.

The young girl questions why Mr.L is pacing around, and he retorts, "Look, I'm not going to stay up any longer. This is starting to become an annoyance; an iced tea annoyance. Look, don't 'bag me up' or something. Just hurry up so I can get out of here and go to sleep..."

I'm guessing he got what he wanted, as he gets in his truck and goes back home.