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Created Saturday 31 March 2018

I got a stupidly lucky DILD today. There's also several fragments.

Scrap Group 1
Several WBTBs throughout the night. I usually got kept up a bit after meditating, before drifting off unaware.

At a school's courtyard during night time.

Riding around in a highway with others. We stop by an airport, where giant fighter jets were ready for flight. The pilots were noticeably not in wearing any uniform.

At a zoo. I was observing the gorilla den, where the apes were bathing in a pond. A big commotion occurred when a male smacked a youngling, causing a frenzied brawl between him and two other gorillas.

Dream 1 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 15

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in an unknown apartment, where a family gathering was occurring. I go through a hallway towards the bathroom, but it seemed a few people were waiting their turn to use it, including mom and aunt Harriett. The two were gossiping about something or other, and tried getting me involved. When given the chance, I snuck off elsewhere.

I stumbled into what I first assumed was a bedroom. As I went further, this expanded into a vast underground city. Anachronism ran the gamut, what with mid 20th century buildings side-by-side with flying cars and holographic displays. I felt exhausted. There was a park by a riverside nearby, where many folk were having a picnic. So, I went over there to rest under a tree.

Then, some kid interrupted my 'nap'.

"Hey!", shouted the boy, "Look over there!" He points at two large, hairy figures flying in from the distance, one carrying the other. "What is that?!"

Once they were close enough, I easily identified what these things were. "They're just flying wookies", I grumbled. "No big deal."

I got up to show off my own powers, if only to get that kid to pipe down. Suddenly, many, many other people began ascending from the streets. Most prominent among these were a group of middle-aged English women in modest Victorian era wear, whom, between their chortling, blithely admitted their part in this phenomenon. Soon, I too was levitating unintentionally. Once the surprise wore off, I realized the dream.

The ceiling had since become an open sky. I launched myself to the stratosphere, where I intentionally teleported, first briefly warping into a different city, then into a moderately-lit bedroom constructed of dark wood. Things were deteriorating. In response, I wreathed myself in a thunderous golden aura, which stabilized my form. Thinking of TOTMs, I shouted out "overclock!" I suddenly began shrinking. But, as I looked back at my hand, I found I was actually turning into a baby. The dream ends with my new form's uncontrolled wailing.

I got lucid at least twice. One of the times was more of a substantial LD. The other times were just short moments of lucidity.

In my final dream, there was this cat who bit my finger. It was like I re lived the dream 3 times. In the second part, when I got down the stairs, the cat bit my finger. I didn't know it was a dream. I didn't expect much, but it turned out that a huge chunk of skin was ripped off. I thought it was waking life, and got scared. I was really relieved when I woke up and it hadn't really happened physically.

The dream before that was my main LD. I was making some fruit juice with some people. Then I thumb wrestled a friend from school. Then I needed to find a bathroom. I went down some stairs, and I was in a sketchy train station place with public bathrooms. I found the mens room and then had a false awakening where I was sleeping in a dirt hole. Twice, that false awakening repeated. Both times, some scary group of people ran up to the hole and jumped in, and I woke up.

The third time, it started again, with me in the hole again. This time a big group of people were coming towards my sleeping hole. I realized it was a dream, and decided to face them. They required me to speak in Spanish, so I spoke in Spanish to them. My Spanish is pretty good in dreams!

I ended up joining them on a bus. I became aware that everything was hyper realistic. My vision was really sharp. I tried "deepening" which was to just rub my hands and try to rub the seats on the bus. I'm not sure if it worked, but the dream didn't end there.

We pulled into some kind of drive through food place. It was closed but there was a drive through vending machine. I had no money. There were some coins in the coin return already though. Two said Canadian on the back. Big silver coins. I rubbed the back of one and a little silver worm appeared. It freaked me out. I felt something bite my leg really hard, and woke up.

Earlier dreams don't come to mind off the top of my head. BUT I got them all in a voice recorder, so that's good enough for me.

Just as a back ground note, a small group of us as kids had a thumb wrestling thing. We used to thumb wrestle a lot, kind of as a joke. 15 years later or so, it is hard to put a word to the feeling, but the dream recaptured it. It was really cool.

I'm at the dark haired ladies mother's place. It looks like how i'd imagine an American style backyard and house would be. With a porch and some scrubby grass (I guess it's summer time). It's getting dark and were sitting out and she comes and sits on my lap. I wanted it to stay like that forever but her mum appears, wearing and old white apron, and I feel uncomfortable.
Next we are at nearby park, in one section it is a sports area with a wire fence all around. We are trapped by a load of youths, who make me feel we are going nowhere.
I run and kick off one side of the fence, spiral through the air and crash down onto the closed gate. The lock or chains holding it are broken and it flys open. I make my escape, wake up.

Morning of March 31, 2018. Saturday.



My final dream of today’s date goes into the typical meandering sequences that involve sustained diverse random autosymbolism of which are too numerous to have any cohesion. (This is similar to when dream characters change identity more than once per second, cycling through hundreds of different identities and appearances in a short time.) However, I eventually find my dream stabilizing (though I do not become viably lucid, only subliminally lucid).

As I walk in an unknown region and I feel that I am somehow in the distant future (and yet there is no implication of time travel), I notice a few structures to my left (dream-oriented side). These structures are of a few different sizes, though resemble boxcars with one side missing. They are elevated by about three feet. The open areas face the footpath. There are people inside them. In one case, with a larger structure, it seems there at least twenty people both seated and standing in a three-tiered arrangement, which reminds me of a class photograph from the 1960s. The imagery is pale and gray and I cannot tell if they are all dressed or not or wearing pale pajamas or long johns. (Of course, this is a dream state indicator that reflects the subliminal awareness that I am not dressed as I am sleeping in bed.)

I lift my right hand and direct a light that spreads out over the ground in front of the structure. Various objects begin to appear over a wide area (at least ten feet square), mostly combinations of food items, mainly canned food in sets of two and three, and small toys, such as groups of five small felt dolls with each one being bigger than the previous. I maintain my focus until the area is mostly covered.

Some of the people leave the structure and seem grateful to me. I then direct the light to create a pile of documents farther back from the structure, one for each person, and tell them that money and food can be attained through the use of these documents. “They are real,” I tell them.

My mother eventually appears, mostly to my right (waking-orientation autosymbolism) though she is not actually my mother but a thin woman of about forty who eventually seems to have a medical problem relating to her throat and neck (possibly a subliminal association with incidental sleep apnea, which is very rare for me). However, my dream meanders and changes from this point.

From here, an unknown young male appears. He reminds me of a young version of Leonard from the King Street mansion (who I have not seen in real life since the beginning of 1994). At this point, the typical indoor outdoor ambiguity dominates the nature of the setting. The setting is now mostly implied to be on the surface of the ocean, though there is a partial floor to my right (subliminal waking-orientation side, as I sleep on my left side). I am now sitting in an armchair. I ask the male what he wants. He apparently wants a certain kind of potato chips that are no longer made.

I wave my right hand horizontally and manifest a container with potato chips in it (on the floor to my right). These are not the ones he wants, though he tastes a couple. He is looking for a discontinued brand of potato chips called “Widgets”. I mentally make another container, this time a small commercial bag, and they seem to be the right ones. They are oddly shaped, somewhat like a figure eight, with two chips connected end to end. They have a dark red powder which may be implied to be barbecue flavor. He seems grateful but now also wants a pizza. I wave my hand towards the floor to my right and then pick up a pizza to give him. I tell him that the price of everything I had given him is four dollars and he pays me with two Australian two-dollar coins. (The Australian coins are the only thread of my current conscious self identity. Otherwise, there is no memory of my real life at all.)

He turns to walk off and I notice he is walking on the water. I reason that the white fishing boots he is wearing have an advanced technology that allows him to do this. He reaches over to his right and picks up a long stringer of fish from an odd structure that resembles a bicycle parking rack and continues to walk. I notice that there is a large largemouth bass at the bottom of the stringer (where there are at least six or seven smaller fish above it) and compliment him on the fish he caught.

From here, he goes to a Wendy’s to order more food (which is off to his left). The restaurant has the look of a Wendy’s inside a shopping mall and is somehow solid upon the ocean’s surface. I notice the beautiful blue sky above and beyond. I remain seated in my armchair that is floating on the ocean until I slowly wake.

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This is a variation of what would otherwise be the very common water lowering waking symbolism (a repeating dream component for over fifty years) in this particular stage of sleep. Although RAS mediation had rendered the awareness of waking life by way of the implied partial floor on my right, there is no defined transition typically relating to the waking start or a quicker transition from dream self to conscious self. Water is autosymbolism for the essence of sleep, physical release, and the absence of emotion. The personified preconscious walking on the water is autosymbolism for a very passive and peaceful waking transition. The large bass is the emergent consciousness factor and represents the dynamics of my mind emerging from sleep, the autosymbolism of which has occurred in thousands of previous dreams since childhood.

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Date of Dream: SAT 31 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 302 - Scary Talking Faces

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was on the grounds of Monash University Clayton, in the sports area, following someone... More like chasing them and trying to keep up with them. It was an unknown girl, similarly aged to me, slightly younger I think, and she was trying to play a game with me of some sort. I never ended up catching up to her.

Eventually, I end up at this unknown house, appearing in the kitchen. A while after I catch a glimpse of my surroundings, I see a few old ladies scattered around the common area but I don't feel comfortable with them being around. Apparently they are my grandma's friends and so I do feel somewhat awkward when around them. Whenever I go in front of a lady, she speaks but for some reason I'm so terrified that when she finishes speaking, I let off this huge scream.

After the second lady spoke, I screamed and then yelled, “Dreamy WB!”. Then I walked around some more and came across the third lady... I did exactly the same thing. When it came to the fourth lady, she spoke, I screamed but then I realised that calling “Dreamy WB!” was doing nothing, so instead, I screamed “Miss T!”. Note that this wasn't her abbreviated name either, I actually called her Miss T in this dream.

Dreamy WB appeared in one of the armchairs in the space between the kitchen and the living room. Her appearance was a messy pigtail and like always, she was wearing all black. I don't clearly remember the outfit but it was all a single layer. As I climbed up onto her, she locked me in with her arms... This time, I was facing in towards her. I actually said to her “Dreamy WB, so I can talk to them, could we maybe flip and I could hold you?”.

She had a bewildered, confused look on her face but was agreeable in changing positions. I now had my back resting on the chair while I had my head perched on her shoulder and tucked into her neck, peering out from the side of it. At the same time, I was full-on hugging her, holding on for dear life. I felt a sense of security as I peered out from her, being finally able to talk to these strangers that looked friendly but I was freaked out by for some reason. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Type of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

Gross Total Points:
44.0

NOTE: One more night left to be able to score competition points.

Created Friday 30 March 2018

Got a bunch of scraps and a dream today.

Scrap Group 1
Something about two different colored devices, which would cause a major event when used in a specific manner.

Various attempted WBTB's throughout the night, most of which I drifted off until in the morning.

Dream 1 - Rigor Mortis

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a large room within one-story home, its walls colored pink. There was a mess of toppled furniture, along with a pile of their spilled contents. Soon, Rick and Morty showed up, hurried, for they were being pursued by a horde of zombies. The two quickly sealed the door, though it was clear that would only last for so long.

Just then, several undead corpses were blown across the room from a different entryway. Enter Punisher, depicted as a ridiculously buff guy in the style of the above-mentioned show. He vows to get us all out of the apartment alive.

A moment later, the zombies finally break in. Despite Frank's best efforts, we were almost overrun, and Morty actually got viciously mauled. Only a lucky opening between the swarm allowed us to escape to the suburbs outside.

The group and I turned the corner, when a squadron of black vans cut us off. These were clearly intelligence agents, probably here to apprehend us, or worse. Punisher opted to distract them, allowing the rest of us to go away unseen.

Things get unclear. There's something of Stan Smith from American Dad appearing, then of my taking Morty's role, where I endured his injuries. Not too sure how this ended.

Scrap Group 2
Driving around in a highway during a clear late afternoon. It got dangerous at times. Felt as if I've dreamed this before.

Something about Harry Potter, I think (don't have much of a point of reference for the series)? He goes to the wizard school when he was only five. There was some creepy romance between him and a 10 year old girl.

Playing a hacked version of Streets of Rage 2, which included a much larger cast of characters. I used Max for a while, then a super-flashy character later on.