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I am going on a trip with some other people—vague impressions of preparation, of using a computer in a lab to take care of some paperwork I need for it—some kind of registration, maybe.

It seems to be a long trip. We are traveling by car, and after a while, we stop at a gas station. I go inside to find something to eat and am pleasantly surprised to discover they have marzipan here. I pick out a couple small bars of it, along with some other food for the road.

A little while later, I’m in a room belonging to my friend Nina—it seems to be in the same building, with the gas station just on the other side of a door. I’m examining some small statues on the shelves. The statues illustrate the “eight ways of dying”—which actually seems to signify ways of living, the idea being that they’re lifestyles that don’t really deserve to be called living.

There are two complete sets of the eight, and they both go about illustrating them in different ways. I looked at all of the statues, but the only one I remember vividly was the eighth one of the second set, which I was looking at as I woke up. The key symbol seems to be a snail, representing an unthinking, animal-like life. But while the sculptor of the first set has just portrayed the snail, the sculptor of the second—who seems to have a more fanciful take on things in general—has portrayed the snail crawling over a human corpse in a colorful stage of decomposition. Where’s Nina so I can ask her about these, I wonder.

I can also vaguely remember a couple other statues, also from the second set. The second statue showed a woman lying on a massage table surrounded by jars and bottles and things, and the fourth didn’t seem to have any living figures at all, but looked like a mineralogist’s work table might—rocks of various kinds scattered over it and a jar of rocks in the center.

15.4.18

(Note: I think the Buddhist ideas here are pretty clear, but it may be less obvious that it’s also drawing pretty heavily from Plato.)

I wrote it out in full in my own notes. But I just made a summary for online because my actual Dj entry was 3,581 words.

Summary of Dream 1

I got up from taking a test to use the rest room. When I got back, more time had passed than I thought. I had to get a make up test. I got to an office where someone was typing in a pass word. Then it linked to her dream views blog. Her dream goal was to put an animal inside a ghost and see if it could walk around. Then she wrote that it was too violent.

Summary of Dream 2:

I was in a writing competition at my high school. I turned in an entry about Golden Light and Healing. Then someone tricked me into downloading something not so good on the computer. My Dad got mad at me. The trickster came into my room and I told her to stay out. Then I got the chance to explain to my Dad how it was all her fault. However, deep down, I knew I downloaded it somewhat willingly. There was also a part where I was on the phone with a friend, talking about how important it is for everyone to write their dreams.

Summary of Dream 3

Goku and Frieza were in space. They went into a big green ship. I sat at the table with my friends, and we all had plates of food. I realized it was a dream, and said to them, “Hey, it’s a dream! Did you all know that, too?” And they said yes. Then the dream faded. I resumed in the ship but not lucid. I fought some green and white robot things. Someone was trying to charge a gameboy to my account and I wouldn’t let them get away with it. Then I was being pinched, and attacked with a knife, but protected myself.

1st dream: I dreamed that I saw kaedin and his family. They looked really happy. And then he wanted me to meet him at a resteraunt to grab a bite to eat. When I got there he had his hair cut in a very feminine way and had lipstick on. I asked him how his day was and he said fine. And then the cat came out of the bag," Katelyn I'm gender-fluid." I tried to hide my suprise, " Well you look great!" He looked away shyly.

2nd Dream: I was running. It was dark and I was sweating. I had met a guy for a date and he had brought a friend. I should have known then that something was wrong. The air was muggy and hot. Suffocating me with every hot laborous breath. When I woke up I was soaked in a pool of sticky sweat I almost didn't notice the shadowy figure by my bed.

I had many dreams this morning, pretty much all focused on landscapes and scenery. I didn't actually record them throughout the night so I thought I'd share here, sort of going through my thought process.

I was playing minecraft I believe, a new update that introduced a large height limit and bigger and taller biomes. The mountains were large, the cliffs were tall, and the grass was spread wide. There weren't as many trees as one would come to expect. As I flew around and explored the view became more lifelike and less blocky. There was a real neat sheet of ice that went from a lake all the way up this mountainside. I tried to get a better look at it, but I was distracted by the other cool things around. Everything I saw gave me a sense of amazement, even though there was not much really to look at. I saw a big row of some sort of structure. They seemed to be cave entrances, or dungeons or something of the sort. There must have been over 50 of them side by side, and they had redstone mechanics to get inside. I left them alone and flew higher to better investigate the way this mountain was built.
I think the dream above was influenced by this post from reddit, even though the two look nothing alike.

I woke up somewhere around here. Realized I was in the same position I had been when I went to sleep. I was on my side facing the left which is the opposite side I normally lie on. I normally find this position hard to fall asleep in. I turned over on my other side and feel back asleep

I now found myself trying to explore more of the area I was in before, however it looked nothing like it did before. I wasn't in minecraft anymore. I was in a wooded area of a mountainous forest. There was a lot of debris and trash lying around. It was kind of like exploring a place long abandoned. There were the typical rusted cars and fallen trees that looked like someone made them into shelters. This particular dream felt like it happened a few times throughout the night.

I woke up from the previous dream lying again on my side facing to the right. I lied on my back and went back to sleep.

I was now at the waiting room at the Dentist. I was called in at the same time my dad was in the other room. The dream skipped past the actual cleaning part, and went straight to when the appointment was over. I was standing outside the door of the dentist's room and my dad had come out of the room he was in. I could hear my dentist tell me my teeth were good and to keep doing what I have been doing with my teeth. She then said she still had some work to do but I walked away.. I said to my family that she was clearly lying. She even paused before she said what she did. This is something a dentist actually did tell me once and it caused me to actually stop taking care of my teeth for quite some time. I knew my teeth were bad, yet the dentist in the dream was being lazy and also didn't want to hurt my feelings. We left the building before mother could get her teeth checked.

At some point throughout the night I realized I was actually in a dream. I couldn't see much. The dream felt sort of unstable in that it kept fading to the void. I tried engaging my senses but it didn't seem to help. I touched a wall but couldn't really feel it. I tried walking around and grabbing a ladder but it was starting to feel like I was watching myself do it instead of doing it myself. I got to the top and looked at my hands and they were all blurry. It was like my eyes were crossed. I did indeed have 10 fingers, but I couldn't focus on what I saw. I woke up fairly quickly. The dream took place in a shack on a mountain. Must have been a beautiful view outside, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Another cool dream was exploring a house I had seen. Actually come to think of it the house appeared out of nowhere. I recall being in a very tall cave. There was what looked like mincraft tnt lining the ceiling and walls far away, but mostly it was just a dimly lit open area. Like it was all excavated out for some project. I really felt at home(hah get it) here. I wanted to explore and see what cool things may be in here, but suddenly I saw a house forming around me. I started to get irritated that the cave was disappearing around me just for some stupid house, but I looked around the newfound environment anyway. It was a modern house with all new appliances and glossed marble floors. It was a single story home with perhaps 3 bedrooms 3 bathrooms. I say 3 because when I got to the end of the house there was a bathroom and then a bedroom. I felt disappointed that I had reached the end of the open house exploration without seeing anything that really caught my eye. Until, at least, I saw a small doorway in the bedroom to another room. It was an odd shaped door and it led to another bathroom. I was interested now, and I saw the bathroom had a urinal, claw tub, and a large and expensive shower. I was sold on the house now. This extra bathroom made the whole house worth it.

I was again in the forest, kind of like the one before with the abandoned car and such. This time I had myself a dog. It was either a lab or a mastiff and it was on a rather short leash. It led the way as we explored the area and tried to find civilization. It wasn't long before we got into a town and I had to pee. I saw a street sign with the town name on it but I don't remember now where I was. I gave up on the idea of relieving myself due to there being no way to deal with the dog without the fear of someone stealing him if I tied him up somewhere. The dog and I swiftly left the city and went onto the next, going through yet another forest. I found some tree to wet and we continued our journey. We would up in another town and the dream ended.

I "woke up" in a car without my shoes on. My family texted me to meet them at some restaurant. I got up after a few moments and noticed it was very early dawn and my dog from the previous dream as happily sitting at the end of the road. I noticed a bank across the way and saw my family's car in the parking lot. I walked over and they told me they were going to the restaurant next door, but had to pick up cash first. I agreed to meet them there, but had to go back to the car to get my shoes...

Morning of April 15, 2018. Sunday.



This was the first time where four of my dreams in a row, at least in recent memory, carried the same vague storyline continuity, probably because I not only went to sleep earlier than usual but slept later than usual. It is mainly a dream about studying the factors and components of the dream state itself, though this has been a very common theme in my dreams since early childhood.

In my first dream, I am thinking about the nature of the WAF (waking alert factor), the primary biological function of which sometimes results in a snake being rendered as a result of RAS modulation (the key dynamic). I am on our bed, though our house is rendered incorrectly (to prevent waking life associations). I deliberately sustain the dynamics of my dream (only in semi-lucidity, which is neither viable lucidity nor apex lucidity) and watch two snakes. The first is mostly off the bed and is black, eventually ending up on the floor. A second, a yellow one, is moving behind the other, though it is not implied that one is following the other. I recognize that the one on the floor being black is a reference to deeper sleep in this case. The yellow one is of a level of consciousness closer to the emergent consciousness factor and more rapid RAS modulation. My semi-lucidity holds what otherwise serves as the WAF and I even point it out to Zsuzsanna, who is walking around in our kitchen. (This is similar to past in-dream experiments relating to snakes.) I rewind and reset my dream, and the crawling snake event repeats, so I can study it more and determine at what point the shift in unconsciousness occurs. I notice a slight difference in awareness when the last 25 percent of the black snake’s tail is still on the bed (in moving to the left, to the side of the bed) and the yellow snake is about 75 percent on the bed (coming from my right). I fail to remember that moving to the left is also of the nature of dream state reinduction or in some cases, moving back into dreamless sleep states, depending on circadian rhythms dynamics.

I allow myself to fall back into deeper sleep without waking. From here, a new dream begins, which relates to a futuristic science-fiction scenario. I am no longer of any degree of lucidity other than faux lucidity at some points.

An unfamiliar man is driving a cargo truck. I am aware that it is carrying snakes for a carnival. I remain near a weigh station as it stops and eventually drives on over a bridge over part of the ocean. Eventually, there is news that the cargo truck was destroyed, driver and all, by some sort of beam directed by a government satellite. I watch the event on a computer monitor. I watch the wide yellow beam come down to dissolve the truck. I realize that there may have been another reason for this event. Perhaps it was related to either a mistake made by the people running the security system or because the man knew too much about government operations.

I shift into faux lucidity and try to expose this government conspiracy (which is related to non-lucid RAS mediation, inherent to the dream state, not waking life). Bruce Willis and some other people are listening to my description of the events. The man was believed to have been carrying unauthorized nuclear weapons. I am somewhat puzzled, as I remember that both snakes and nuclear weapons are key factors of RAS modulation while in the dream state. However, as I am not viably lucid, my mind sustains my dream non-lucidly. I go back to the weigh station, which is now more like a store’s checkout (typical autosymbolism for the last scene and exit point of a dream) and pick up the severed head of a green snake as well as a piece of its body. I show them to the other people as evidence of a government conspiracy. Again, the man was not carrying unauthorized nuclear weapons, but snakes for a carnival. At least one had left the truck when it stopped at the weigh station. At the same time, my dream self also realizes that I am making up the whole scenario and that I have no idea what the man had actually been transporting. Still, I enjoy the concept of writing such stories.

In my next dream, there is still some memory of my previous two dreams. There is confusion about picking something up in a restaurant and something to do with my yellow notepad (without a cover) of which I had been writing results of my dream experiments for the last month or so. I find several notepads as well as being given one by an unfamiliar female who works at the restaurant counter and had come outside to talk to me, but none of them are mine. Some of the notepads are only half the length of a real one (which is autosymbolic of my conscious self identity not being fully extant in the dream state). Some of the notepads have writing, but it is not mine.

I walk into the restaurant. My notepad related to dreams, which I now have automatically (though there are still missing pages implied), also has what are supposed to be “real” notes about the previous events and the evidence the cargo truck had only snakes. I now become aware that I had been hiding from those who had apparently destroyed the cargo truck in my second dream of this sequence. James Franco is sitting at a round wooden table. I tell him not to talk to anyone about me or the event from my previous dream. “But why are you hiding?” he asks me cheerfully, “You are famous”. I realize that he is implying that there are too many people who know about the truth for the government to target only me. However, I then consider that the majority of people in the general public are completely oblivious to any semblance of truth. I vaguely remember that virtually no one in the general public has any understanding of the dream state or of dream meanings (a view I hold in real life), regardless of endless popular falsehoods. This is confirmed by seeing one unfamiliar girl trying to “interpret” her dream (writing in a yellow notepad) at another table. I become so annoyed, I briefly wake, though while allowing myself to sleep for another half hour or so. (My preconscious, James Franco in this case, being cheerful and not with any conflict, was a precursor to this choice, as there is only conflict by way of RAS mediation as such in the final dream of a sleep cycle to initiate the waking alert factor). During this dream segment, there was also a clear focus on government satellites, of which could direct a weapon at anyone in the world. (I am only vaguely aware it is a direct reference to RAS modulation in ending the fictitious dream self identity during the waking transition. In fact, the cargo truck’s destruction is even called “RAS modulation” via satellite in my dream.)

From here, in the fourth dream, I am near a two-storey building of which is implied to be a girl’s school in England and otherwise looks much like the Victorian School of Art and Science at Stroud, Gloucestershire. The girls, including the ones on the second floor, each walk out from a different window and walk about and hover in the air before returning to their bed each time. I am apparently looking for a girl who knows what the dream state is, as that would be the only sensible goal of coalescence. (Why coalesce or even communicate with ignorance?) In reality, a dream is primarily a state of unconsciousness of which the Moro reflex in infancy evolved. Each has a yellow notepad (though they do not carry it with them), and one is the same unfamiliar girl as from the prior dream. No one seems to know this. Each girl is dressed in a very similar manner, in mostly what looks to be a Victorian costume, which seems to be part of some sort of theme day. In summoning this essence, I vaguely understand that I am merely recognizing public ignorance of dreams, which typically always “looks the same” and of which is very outdated.

Part of my dream self’s focus and features in these dreams came from major distortions of “Pay It Forward” (2000) and “Oz the Great and Powerful” (2013), which Zsuzsanna and I had watched several hours previously.

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Date of Dream: SUN 15 APR - 2018



Dream No. 310 - Separated Sections

Dream 310 A - She Sings On X-Factor
I don't remember much of this dream at all. The only scene that I can remember is being in some random unknown place and seeing this huge parade of people walking past in the building. I caught sight of WB who was dressed very eccentrically. I made an attempt to catch up to her before she left and it was a success, as I caught up to her parading beside EGor as her line partner. Although she was the real WB, she had behaviour patterns more common to Dreamy WB.

Her hair was styled really dramatically with her afro being multicoloured... More specifically, patches of aqua, white and then this gold glitter sprinkling over it. I asked her what she was doing and she gave me a lengthy explanation on how she got onto X-Factor, I forgot specifically what she said though. She was very friendly towards me for this scene. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 310 B - Finding A Friend
I don't remember much of this dream either. From what I can remember, I started off in my bedroom of my old house. I remember that I was doing something and my parents would keep catching me out, I forgot what exactly it was I was doing though. That scene repeated a few times with a few different variations of me running away from them.

I then ended up in the backyard of my old house. I have completely forgotten the intention of this scene. Faintly, I recall that there was this character that I know nothing about, which was going to my ally for the first part of this scene... Classified as the first world (reference to areas from Mario games). Once I had completed the tasks set for me in that scene, it was time to move onto the second world, which was weirdly though sill taking place in the old house backyard

For the second world, I received another animated character as my companion but yet again forgot who or what it was. After completion of the second world, I spoke to myself for a short while and within that speech, there was a tiny bit of reference to getting Murray back. I eventually figured that I couldn't get Murray back yet at this time and there were no stranger characters coming to help, so I thought to myself, “what do I do?”.

The next world I went to wasn't in my own home and rather was somewhere completely unknown. There characters as I said before weren't appearing anymore and it wasn't the right time to get Murray back yet. I decided that it was time to call Dreamy WB for assistance in this world. As she was appearing (in her Oktoberfest outfit), I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I've been having some very inspiring thoughts over a couple of nights and have even done some slight planning if the idea does come to fruition. I'd like to host a competition for the month of May; it still rewards lucid dreamers more but it is also friendly to non-lucid dreams and is mainly the focus on encouraging consistent recall and increasing overall quality of dreams. It's one where everyone will be able to score decent points and people are not heavily disadvantaged if they can't get lucid over a long period of time. (criteria is for instance, the same task but a lucid dreamer might get 6 points for it, whereas a non-lucid/standard dreamer gets 3) I am thinking, there will be teams for this and there will be the Beginners, Intermediate, and Advanced leagues based on lucid criteria to keep with the DreamViews competition tradition. May will be my chance (June as a last resort) because I will be busy with a work experience placement at the end of June and first part of July. Then after that, my university degree starts which will gradually cram my free time as the term progresses. I'd really love to do something like this... Tell me what you think.



Dream 310: Competition Results

Competition Night: 14
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points For This Entry: 1.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 6.5
Total Accumulated Points: 8.0