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Created Tuesday 27 March 2018

Got a WILD/DEILD loop to note. There were other dreams, but I can't recall much of them

Scrap Group 1
False awakening in the living room of large unknown house during the dead of night. The walls were of dark coloration, while the place was arranged as a wide bedroom.

Shopping at a supermarket. It was poorly lit inside, and there wasn't many people around. Felt kinda ominous. Later, I go outside to a forest. I cross a wooden bridge over a stream, then float back over the water to where I came from, but barely made it across.

Meditated for a while during a WBTB. It took some time to get comfortable enough to sleep.

Dream 1 - Log 1062 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 11

Scene 1 - Heavy Awakening
WILD transition in bed. I felt very weak, and could barely sit up. Woke up soon afterwards. Pretty sure I DEILDed into similar experiences. DEILD back in.

Scene 2 - Stumble Out and Back
In bed again. I stumbled outside the house with my eyes mostly shut. Got disoriented, and I woke up again. DEILD.

Scene 3 - Need More Than Words
Back in bed. I start shaking my hands, then try spinning, though I found it especially strenuous to do either. Then, I called out for clarity and light. I kept chanting as such, though quieted down, just in case I was actually sounding as such IRL. Warp. I found myself laying in a bathtub. While struggling to get up, the dream dissipated. Quite sure there were other related DEILDs. Another DEILD.

Scene 4 - Dizzy Warp
In bed yet again. I spin to teleport. Warp. I found myself outside in an urban environment. I felt too dizzy to remember much, not to mention to keep anchored. Woke up again. DEILD.

Scene 5 - Eye Hole
In bed. I rub my hands thoroughly with my eyes closed. Soon, a single point of light appeared. On the other side was a closed eye with long lashes. It opened up, revealing that it was hollow inside. The cavity expands, and I'm dragged into this cavern of flesh. Got too startled to hold the dream. Still, I could DEILD once more.

Scene 6 - Perspective Disorder
In bed. I spin around to teleport, while also shaking and rubbing my hands. Warp. I found myself in a courtyard within a building complex. Orange pillars held up canopies over the numerous walkways. There was a painter recoloring various constructions. Soon, Det. Briscoe and Green from Law and Order showed up to apprehend the guy, and quipped on his supposed shoddy handiwork. Several other folk passed by. Perspective got completely jumbled, where each person's size depended on how far or close they were in sight. I almost got squashed by a woman going past me, and actively avoided others to prevent such a thing from repeating. I got too disoriented to keep this up. The dream collapsed soon afterwards.

The dream scene is behind my elementary school. I'm trying to get back to my high school. The back part of the elementary school does not look how it does in real life. It's made of gravel rocks and is very steep. Someone walks by me as I try to climb up this steep rock hill. I'm wearing a very heavy backpack and am struggling to get up there.

The scene goes to in front of my elementary school in the field. I'm trying to find the best way through the trees so I walk closer to the school but then decide to take a route around the trees closer to the road. My idea is that school is in session and I'm 22.

I get into the high school finally and am in this small hallway that was orange lit and looked very old. I go into a room that looks like a bathroom and decide I'm going to take a shower. The floor is very dirty and has bugs crawling around. I put my stuff down and contemplate if I can sleep here over night. The room changes and now there's 5 people there with me and a small table. We were playing a game where we were ships with 2 shots each shooting at each other, one side was the rick and morty team and the other were the aliens. Someone killed the Rick ship so that team was weakened.

I look out of a classroom and realize I'm now in the 500s section of the high school. The current guys from the show choir are walking by and looking at me excitedly like they know and recognize me. I walk out and start noticing kids who were in the show choir a few years after I had graduated. I was wondering how the other kids knew me and thought maybe they knew me because I was the leader my senior year. We walk outside in a group and I pass my old choir teacher Mr. B. I stop and greet him but he doesn't really seem to happy to see me because he's busy trying to get the kids on the bus.

There are 5 or 6 buses lined up waiting to depart. I turn and ask a kid where they are going and he says that they're going to a school I don't know. I couldn't quite make out the name he was telling me. I see austin p's parents so I say a quick hello to them and then look around the group. I notice a lot of these people were in my grade but not show choir. I see mac and we say hello.

I had RLS really bad last night. When I finally fell asleep, I had weird dreams.

I dreamed there were panthers crawling around on giant mountains of gold in the sky, and some guy was trying to transition the world to the next dimension, and 2 women were trying to stop him, and they did, but they angered these goddesses who were actually fractals.

Then I dreamed I was a 6 year old Japanese girl's imaginary friend. Little girl tries to summon a cool best friend and instead gets a grumpy middle aged white lady. She had a rep for being bad at schoolwork, and thet couldn't figure out why her english was so damn good.

Then I dreamed about a little kid who could control time using a potato chip bag. She also had a rubber toy egg that she would periodically try to eat, saying it was her favorite egg... Mom would tell her no.

Climbing a tree with thick branches that get real twisty and spindly as they go further out. The tree is kind of floating in a void (definitely not a forest). I am trying to get hold of an object but it is quite a hard tree to climb due to the fear of falling. Once I have the item I find it nearly impossible to climb as I have to hold it with one hand.
As I reach branches that I feel can't bare my weight, I press down. As I press the world changes and I am pressing down on flooring in a house, the floorboards are about to give way. As I release my pressure the house disappears and I am back in the tree, this continues with me slipping between places (house and tree).
Eventually I make it to higher up on the base of the tree where a part of the tree has been carved away ornately, leaving an area where you can sit. Here there are some compartments, one that fits the object I have, a pair of glasses (it wasn't before). I am relieved and rest a bit.

Again in a dark void I can see only a dark haired woman. Her hair flows towards me and at its tips there are tendrils of light/energy which reach across the space between us. The energy makes me feel very warm and nice. I wake up but slip back into the dream as it was so pleasant.

In a school corridor two teachers are conversing about something. As a result I have to look after some kind of after school project, held under a grassy verge (with a tree), where people are driving at night.

Dreams from March 26 to 27, 2018

I had good dreams and good recall tonight. A high level of conflict within the dreams but I actually was a lot stronger within the dreams than usual. I got all the details in my voice recorder for my own review so I am just doing a briefer write up.

Dream 1

There was some kind of sports practice. I was mad at the coach. Then, there was something about how the moons and planets were all visible. But shrouded in this grey dust. I remember seeing lots of planets in the sky. The next dream had to do with planets, too.

Dream 2

In this one I was at high school again. I wanted to grow some plants on Mars. Then I was looking up how much sun they get on Mars.

I went into this class room and the teacher asked me to recite the planets. I couldn't think of them.

Dream 3

In this one I got into some trouble at a food store. This water monster under this bridge was coming after me. I escaped by turning into Sponge Bob inside of a tiny plastic jar and bouncing out of the store. When I got out, I had only a coat on, but no pants! I ran to my car but got caught. A police officer was mad because he had to wake up to come arrest me. He agreed to just bring me to my car though.

I got in a fight with some people in the next building. This one guy had the upper hand on me but some how I turned it around using some kind of mind control thing and won the fight. I was worried I would get in trouble for "winning" too much.

Dream 4

In the last dream, I got in another fight with some people. I tricked someone to give up the drivers seat of this bus we were on by asking if I could go to the bathroom before then. This made them need the bathroom some how. I fought these people on a hill and won.

Notes

I liked the dreams tonight. My recall was really good. I got tons of details on my audio files. It would have taken hours to write. So I just made a quick write up with what came off the top of my head.

Night of March 27, 2018. Tuesday.



As I enter the usual water induction stage, seeing the glimmer of the surface of the virtual water, the essence of sleep, the absence of emotion, the physical release of muscle tension, I notice the setting seems to be near sunset, though there is enough light to see by. It is a beautiful scene of a river. I am not yet “in” my dream, as I have not decided whether to enter here or wait for the next scene to render.

Still, I mentally say “boat” and nothing more, and my voice sounds much younger in my head.

I suddenly find myself standing near the bow of a skiff, moving slowly along. I notice a number of cypress knees ahead (which represent dynamics of my muscles that are not fully relaxed), though they do not pose any sort of threat or challenge. (Who wants to be “challenged” in the dream state anyway? - RAS modulation would come soon enough.) It is a beautiful and peaceful scene. In fact, I decide to let my lucidity go at this time and allow myself to enter deeper into sleep.

Throughout my life, I have read a number of articles about lucid dreaming, none of which have made any sense to me, but then, most of what is written about dreams makes little or no sense at all, and I have focused on the nature of my dreams all my life (and it not only has never been problematic, but I married my literal dream girl, my dreams having given me hundreds of specific clues about her identity, which proved to be correct, and some dreams have healed me in ways which no one would believe).

Many such articles imply how a person “practices” or attempts to lucid dream. This makes no sense to me, as since earliest memory, it was a natural state of which I did not have to practice or try to do (though I sometimes “set up” dreams, but I have mostly gotten to where I do not even need to do that due to the nature of in-dream auto-scripting). The summoning factor also exists in liminal dream control (dream control without lucidity). This is when the conscious self is aware of the dream state without the dream self being viably lucid (a specific type of synaptic gating), though still commanding the dream’s content at some points, even the RAS mediation of the waking transition to a certain extent (though biological factors and subliminal environmental concerns such as an unknown noise always take priority).

Apparently, some people ask themselves on and off all day if they are dreaming, which supposedly helps them to recognize when they are dreaming, though in my view would likely corrupt the function of RAS mediation and modulation (reticular activating system), arguably one of the most important parts of the brain, so why tamper with its very purpose? This is something I have never done or needed to (though reading nonsense in so-called dream dictionaries or dream interpretation books causes me to wonder what is going on with people in the world, and I joked about this on Twitter recently). The practice does not even make any sense as this is neither how auto-scripting nor autosymbolism works (or even subliminal conscious identity for that matter) in the dream state itself.

Conducting “reality tests”, including continuously asking myself if I am dreaming, as the personified subconscious is not the conscious self, makes zero sense. Additionally, dreams are not usually symbolic of waking life as many people claim; they are autosymbolic renderings of concurrent unconsciousness thought processes, for example, if one has to go to the bathroom now, or check the source of a noise now, it is happening now, not eight hours earlier but now, yet for some reason many people cannot seem to grasp this simple idea at all. They take a biological waking alert factor (RAS modulation) like a snake and try to pretend it has waking life relevance (which would only be true in rare cases, such as literal prescience or a literal residual carryover). This is not what such REM thought processes were created for. They are not “recordings” or even viable (active) memories (which also is why regressive hypnosis was exposed as a total misconception years ago).

Fully understanding autosymbolism and the nature of the dream state is enough to sustain apex lucidity on thought alone. The one and only factor of the dream state is RAS mediation, not “subconscious this” or “subconscious that”.

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Morning of March 27, 2018. Tuesday.



I am in Cubitis, but my old home is gone. On one level, it feels somewhat strange for me to be there and see the flat ground extending over what used to be a living area. Still, my dream becomes so abstract, only the basics can be relayed in text. The orange grove is still present. (In real life, the house is still there, but the orange grove is gone, thus this dream is of opposite implications.)

There is the common ambiguous awareness of being indoors and outdoors at the same time (even though the house or its carport is not yet present).

A backstory begins to form. An unfamiliar elderly lady is going to live in a new house where mine used to be. I decide that I will build it, or at least begin to build it. Curiously, I am somewhat aware of Zsuzsanna being in my life, but in my dream, there is little else of my conscious self identity present.

An unfamiliar young girl and boy come from the north as I am “building the house”. So far, I only have one corner with two bottoms of walls, only a few inches high, yet I am also now aware of a part of the carport floor. Eventually, there is an argument relating to a new piece I am adding to the house. The piece is like a long narrow section of concrete with equadistant small spheres illogically attached. The girl makes the claim that a couple of the spheres are cracked as well as part of the concrete, but I see no such feature. I do not yet add it to the house, and I get very annoyed. The scenario makes no sense at all, though is not as wholly abstract as other dreams. The carport as in waking life seems to be present and yet not present (until the last part of this dream segment). I am thinking of how others will come in and complete the house, yet there is still the ambiguous focus that I will do it, though by mental will.

I soon notice a cinder block wall behind the work I have so far done, oriented to the east. This seems problematic, because the house needs to take up the entire original area and there is otherwise not much room for the building. I consider if the house should be exactly like the original was, or if the unknown woman will need that much space.

I go over to the gray wall, and after a little effort, push it over. It lands flat and even with the edge of the incomplete carport floor and I consider, and am satisfied, that this fallen wall will now serve as part of the carport surface. I move my hands over the area with an enhanced sense of touch and a clearer awareness, as the act of pushing the wall down vivified my dream (due to the fact that a wall is a liminal space divider between different levels of unconsciousness and in-dream perception).

From here, as a result of having pushed over this in-dream “divider”, I wander off into a different dream state (though sometimes a wall as such is a more defined division between the distorted dream self identity and true conscious self identity).

The rest is a meandering mess. I go into my teenage years mode for a short time, wandering about, then into an unfamiliar kitchen setting where one man seems somehow stuck under a table with his leg somehow caught around a chair leg. He is lying on his side on the floor, halfway out from under the table, and another male is trying to help him up. The man on the floor is someone I had only talked with once years ago in Clayfield (I think his surname was Papadopoulos and this is the first time he has ever appeared in a dream as far as I remember). Zsuzsanna is present. I walk around to another part of the room. As I shift into a different dream setting, I am attempting to read some sort of listings in a newspaper as I wake.

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The man on the floor is my emergent consciousness factor (the other unknown male, the preconscious personification), the typical distorted precursory autosymbolism for waking and getting up out of bed. The act of reading in the last scene validates this, as this signifies my thinking skills beginning to emerge as I wake. As dreams are autosymbolic, not symbolic of waking life or with nebulous “interpretations” as such (as literal prescience and autosymbolic waking life factors are far more obvious and discernible), there is nothing here that is new or unusual to me in the dreaming sense.

In life, I will never stop dreaming about my Cubitis home in infinite unique forms, or in fact, of any place I have ever lived or been, or unique fictitious settings either. There is not a waking life reason for this; it just is what it is, the nature of unconsciousness.

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I'm trying to get home from about Mason's house to KC but there are people from the mob coming to kill me. I'm looking on the street and seeing different houses around the main guy's house and wondering why anyone would want to live near the mob since it would be a lot of pressure to have to go to events you were invited to. Trying to get home, the street with the big hill is blocked by 4 or 5 mobsters running up the street at me. I run right towards Owen's but it's blocked that way too. Before they can come kill me I decided I want to wake up and do so.

The dream scene was getting off of a boat. I think I'm now in a different country in Africa. The boat unloads us onto a dock with a shop attached to it. I'm looking around at various items looking for a Coca Cola bottle. There are a few soda bottles but I don't end up purchasing one. I remember I wanted to find a local that would show me the best places to get dinner and thought maybe a hostel owner would know.

The dream opens up into this massive place of shops that looked like cabins and then a massive pool and amusement park as well. I was swimming in the pool and talking to some people I didn't really know. Then I'm around the pool deck. I'm wearing a full suit and do a side flip into the pool, accidentally kicking a girl which disappointed a girl I had talked to earlier.

I meet up with my friends, I think moo and kolby were there. We were walking down this path and on both sides we were passing these massive water slides that were gushing water out. We decide to go on this one ride. We walk into the room and it's filled with black padding and cushions. We're confused but then all of the sudden the floor below us just gives out and we're free falling down. People are hitting different obstacles made of cushion and everyone's laughing and having a good time. I don't hit any obstacles so I get down pretty quickly.

We go outside and look at more water slides. Looking up into the sky, there are two massive rides that were red and white. They must've been more than a mile up into the sky and stood straight up except for a slight curve in the middle. I got a little freaked out to the point where I couldn't even look at them, I thought they were really unsafe. We took a short ride up into the sky to get a better look at the massive rides but the little white ride hooked and then went back down.

On the ground we were back at the pool area. It looked more like someone's backyard or a hotel area. There's small townhouses made of wood and black/blue glass surrounding a small pool and hottub. I'm in the pool swimming back towards the main pool and shop area when I see johnny b with a very long nose which I thought was interesting. They come out to the main pool area with us and I'm seeing people from my high school swimming by. One is Celia and the dream ends as we're in the back of a car. I'm now watching myself third person having intercourse with her.

Woke up in the middle of the night, and set my intention to wake up with my eyes closed, motionless after my next dream. It worked! Hearing seemed to become my "primary" sense, if that makes sense. I could hear some gentle noises in the room, then noticed the back of my eyelids, and realized I had not moved. It was a gentle awakening. I tried to imagine the previous dream, but nothing was really happening. I think I decided to focus on breathing next, there was some mild hypnagogia but nothing more happened, and I decided to give up and sleep.

Edit: I wonder if my autosuggestion is not specific enough. Perhaps I am waking myself up too early and am awakening from NREM-dominated sleep. This would presumably make it harder to DEILD. I may check the time after unsuccessful DEILDs, or alternatively I could set additional intentions to wake from dream after each attempt, and eventually I will wake during a REM-dominated period of the night.

Dream

I am on a street at night, trying to get across a section of it without someone seeing me. I think this is like the video game Player Unknown's Battlegrounds. I am walking down the sidewalk now then begin running past someone.

I spawned in or around my old house, and I wanted to trigger an event. I ran across the street to be more convinced that it would happen. Eventually, I found a TV and a Gamecube and lost lucidity. I got distracted by a Falcon Heavy video.
Lucid Time: 45-90 seconds