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I can't remember much from my lucid dream, but I remember being in a room and knowing it's a dream.
I looked around me and everything was confirming to me that it's a dream. I wasn't excited, I was just calmly aware that it's a dream.
I remember about 30 seconds of just marinading in the fact that I'm in a dream.

Next thing I remember is non-lucid. Being in a supermarket with a girl. The girl was either my ex, or an old school friend. It kinda feels like one moment it was one of them, the next moment it was the other. They kept switching. So I'll just refer to them as "the girl".

Me and the girl went into a shop. We were looking at computer chairs, and there was some sort of fuss about a pen. I can't remember what the heck actually happened but it was chaotic.

I remember leaving the store with a wheeled chair and then coming back and passing the shop, and then giving the chair back and getting shouted at, and then I got all upset because I didn't mean to steal. Then all the staff surrounded me and comforted me. One woman said "I believe in yin and yang and stuff like that" and I said "I do to!" while I'm practically crying. Super weird.

Next thing I remember is running through the building with the girl as we were being chased by some sort of monster. We made it outside and jumped over a bush and hid under the bush.

Next thing I remember is spooning with the girl (except I was the little spoon... I'm always the big spoon...) and we were watching something on a smartphone.

Next thing I remember is walking with the girl, and approaching 3 of my old school friends. I saw my friend who has passed away in real life. In my head I was like, "I knew you weren't dead!!" I went to hug him but he backed off. He was still not talking to me.
(Backstory: In real life, we fell out not long before he died. I blamed myself for his death for a while. This dream is clearly showing I still feel fuckin terrible about it)

The whole rest of the dream I was trying to make up with my friend. I wanted so badly to be friends with him again. I think part of me was still slightly lucid because somewhere inside me I knew I only had limited time to do it.

I remember watching a big TV in an outdoor TV area with a bunch of friends and the girl.
When the TV show finished, people started to get up and leave, as if it was a cinema.
I made eye contact with my friend and I said, "please..." and he said something that basically meant "no I don't want to talk to you anymore".
I started crying, then I got angry, then cried again and apologized for getting angry. He walked away.

This dream is looaaaaded with stuff to interpret. I don't need to record my interpretation because it's clear as day to me, what all of it meant.

I have all the details on my voice recorder. But just making summaries for today.

Dream 1 Summary

There was a van we had to go through before it "faded" due to a time machine thing. Then a Mermaid going to help us go somewhere underwater. Diving in a channel of water. Had to evacuate due to floating buses. Walking through muddier area. Class thing I didn't want to go to.

Summary of Dream 2

Fighting with my Uncle about him smoking in my drive way. Friend from college on the back of a truck. "Hey, look at that sunrise!" Purple and orange sun rise off in the distance, above the tree tops.

Summary of Dream 3

Women walking through a store, doing affirmations out loud. "I'm a good singer." Commented on this to store clerk. He said he knew me from a live stream. Playing a video game with my Aunt. The live stream became my primary means of earning a living. I was setting up phone meetings to auto dial.

Date of Dream: MON 16 APR - 2018



Dream No. 311 - The Family Counsellor

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was searching on the internet and was on the Twitch TV website. I went to have a look at Kevin Miller's channel and decided that I wanted to send a message to him. What I saw though is that if you wanted a reply, you needed to have a “registered account” but I didn't have a registered account. So what I did next was that I called up my friend JH on the phone and asked her to help me make a registered Twitch account.

The next part of the dream showed that JH was over for a visit at my old house and we did a few things together. The last thing we did was make that registered Twitch account. When I checked my dashboard though, it showed that Kevin had actually replied to me a few days ago. It was a smiley emoticon to start off with. Then he answered in four dot points, each numbered, which must mean I typed four statements or questions to him. This reply was among a list of replies he had typed to other people as well.

I felt bad for dragging JH all the way down to make me an account as soon as I found out that a non-registered account was eligible. I decided that I would be curious and check out the features of the new registered account anyway. There was a big button at the bottom of the page, pink background and navy blue writing that said “No WB”. I figured out what that meant... It was if WB was absent; so I clicked on that page button and it gave a list of all these things I could do. I have forgotten what all the sub-buttons were specifically. They were things like “destroy the page” or “damage another account”.

I clicked one of the buttons and the scene took me to being in the kitchen of my current house. My mum was there on the other side of the bench. She said to me something like, “you can eat those but it's gonna hurt”. I didn't know what my mum meant... I was terrified at the fact that she was threatening physical pain just from eating these innocent looking potato/veggie straws in a lunch-box. I took a bite but the only possible pain I could think of was the extreme amount of salt burning my lips. Other than that, there wasn't any pain that I was originally anticipating.

The dream scene then moved again and I ended up by myself outside in this unknown area. A young-middle aged lady had come up to me and she looked distressed. I forgot what she specifically said but she was absolutely terrified for her kids' safety. I walked around with her and when we found her little boy (about 10 – 12 years old), we saw that nothing was wrong with him; but when we came across the girl (about 6 – 8 years old), she had a zombified look about her. The girl's hair was messy, frail and dry and she had such pale skin with really baggy eyes, the centre of them being almost all black and then to top it off, this creepy closed smile.

Now the mother and the boy were walking with me, begging me for help. They finally explained the situation and said that only their girl was affected, resulting in her “changed behaviour”. I was then told that it was another member of the family that had affected them, someone that they called “the queen”. The dream then projected an image of her and funnily enough, she actually looked like Queen Elizabeth. She was the kids' grandmother and the mother's parent in-law.

For some unknown reason, there was a bad vibe in the air but I couldn't put my finger on it. This though, made the mother and the boy really distressed and now they were encouraging to me to run with them and get away... Apparently “the queen” was up to something. We ended up in this wildlife bushland area, the mother was further ahead but I was trailing behind to make sure the boy was okay. I eventually told them that there was someone who could help us all and so I mentioned Dreamy WB; the mother now relied on me to get help quickly. The mother drifted further and further away but the boy was still close to me; so while I looked out for him and ran after him, I started to call for Dreamy WB.

I ended up saying things like “Dreamy WB help us! They're struggling!” and “Dreamy WB, you must stop the queen!”. The vibe in the air was getting worse and worse and the boy and I were now treading through tall reeds in a field, the mother no longer in sight at all. I was now multitasking; running with the boy, listening to what he had to say, and then having another attempt at calling for Dreamy WB.

When we were at the end of the reeds in the field, we saw a landmark, sloping up there was this communal area with all these tables and benches about; that's where we caught up to the mother. She didn't say anything much and so the boy and I went back towards the reeds to investigate. Water was rising out of the soil, dirty water; the queen was causing a natural disaster flood. The boy was about to be swept up, he kept running backwards but his legs were only so short; so I took him by the hand and went back up onto the high ground, as I looked in shock at all this area that was now under the queen's dastardly, murky water.

I was now desperate for Dreamy WB and I also did promise her to the mother and the boy. So as I sent them off to rest and recover, I went to actually look for Dreamy WB amongst the crowd of people. There was a larger crowd of people which I tried to get a look into completely; indeed there was Dreamy WB walking behind the two men. Her appearance was the hairstyle as a frizzy top-bun; her clothing was a black puffy jacket with blue jeans and white runners. As I was telling Dreamy WB what was going on, the mother walked up (the boy was nowhere to be seen from here onwards).

There wasn't much time for me to talk. It seems like Dreamy WB already knew what was going on as she silenced me and lead me and the mother somewhere. Dreamy WB had more of a serious disposition in this dream as when I stated I wanted to hold on to her, she didn't look too excited but she let me do it anyway with no verbal complaining. So as she was still walking to the destination, I came up close behind her and hugged her around the waist.

She eventually sat us down at one of the picnic tables underneath a gazebo and finally adjusted to me holding onto her, she didn't hold me back but she slightly leant on me as she spoke; the mother was sitting on the bench of the same side but on the other end of it, her and Dreamy WB were faced inwards to be looking at each other. Dreamy WB then started talking and said something like “Don't take good times for granted; and appreciate both the good and the bad. Once a person stops being bad, the only thing they can be is good”.

She then directed this next bit towards the mother, “You have your other side of the family; seek solitude in them until the queen resolves herself”. As Dreamy WB was saying the last part of that sentence, the dream projected a quick image of the queen again and then went back to the current scene. Once Dreamy WB had finished talking, there was a changed vibe in the dream. The mother began to smile as she thanked Dreamy WB for her advice. In-fact, the mother was so overwhelmed that she was actually crying tears of joy.

The mother then took me by the hand and dragged me off to find the boy. When we found him, the mother was jumping up and down, harping on to me and the boy about how “she did it!”, referring to Dreamy WB. Additionally, the sky was no longer grey and the bushland park was no longer wet; it was dry and sunny and the three of us were cheering together in the reed field that was now lower in its height. After minutes of celebration, I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 311: Competition Results

Competition Night: 15
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

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

+ Previous Total: 8.0
Total Accumulated Points: 9.0

Morning of April 16, 2018. Monday.



(When water induction subsides and my non-lucid dream self is left wandering in liminal space, subliminally attempting to gather threads of my conscious self identity in the waking transition.)

My dream starts out on a public beach, yet at no point am I aware of the ocean. Apparently, Zsuzsanna and our children as they appear now are present, but I am eventually most aware of our youngest son being nearby.

I come to understand that many children had lost their toys in the long stretch of beach sand. Here and there, I dig and I find mostly Lego; a lot of small bricks and a large one at times. I know that our youngest son will want some of them. There are also other parts found from older Lego kits, including plastic Lego figures. The sensation of digging with my hands is very realistic and vivid.

(When my non-lucid dream self is still wandering about in liminal space and reaches an autosymbolic form relating to neural gating and the subliminal enigma of being between sleeping and waking.)

I eventually reach a small square area on the beach that looks like some sort of ambiguous utility structure. It is somewhat like a small transformer station. Inside, on the ground, though there are a couple very small concrete partial floor sections, there are a few Lego platforms that have simple maze features and look as if they were designed to make a miniature maze by putting the platforms together as well as add separate smaller features over the connected platforms. These other pieces are mostly flat, but with sparse raised patterns (though raised less that a quarter of an inch) that imply part of a simple maze. I consider that our youngest son might enjoy them and I take them to put aside as well. I have a large plastic bag to put all the pieces in.

(When atypical neural gating closes off more of my conscious self identity after being at this structure, the maze implying the potential return to dreamless sleep in this case, as I have not yet begun waking ascension.)

Without paying any attention to the change of setting, I am soon digging in the wooden floor, though which is still somewhat like digging in beach sand, of the hall of the second storey of the King Street boarding house (where I have not lived since 1990), rendered as having a searchable essence as in a number of other recent dreams. At this point, even though my current conscious self identity was mostly extant at the beginning of my dream, I am now slipping back into a reversed timeline, where I do not realize I am in the “wrong” setting - and my current conscious self’s memory is now far less viable. Instead of Lego, which is autosymbolism for gathering and constructing my thoughts and identity, and to remember I have a young son, I lose that focus entirely and am now finding stones of an interesting appearance.

Leonard S comes up to see me, though remains at the opposite end of the hall. He seems cheerful and is going to get some additional stones from downstairs. Meanwhile, the King Street landlady comes up to see what is going on and seems somewhat annoyed. She remains standing at the opposite end of the hall from me as well.

(When my dream again subliminally focuses on the waking goal, and fails to initiate conscious self identity.)

Eventually, I find a large magnetic object near a fictional window on my end of the hall. (In real life, there was not a window in this location, my dream falsely implying the end of that area of the house, but the door to Leonard’s room as well as a smaller hall perpendicularly leading to the right and the left open to a staircase to the downstairs area.) It is not a stone but some sort of unusual ovular (though irregular) magnetic object with at least three large flat magnets arranged around its surface. They are somewhat like oversized refrigerator magnets. Each magnet features a scene from “101 Dalmatians” from 1961. One magnet features dalmatians, including Pongo and Perdita, the others, the human cartoon characters Roger and Anita.

A similar object is nearby. I consider that the objects are meant to be placed together. However, when I touch them together all the flat magnets fall off from each. I start talking about this event to an unfamiliar cheerful male who is now suddenly sitting in the window. I try it again, after placing the magnets back on, but they fall off again. I am trying to understand if this is “right” or not, but the unlikely scene and erroneous magnetism does not trigger lucid awareness.

The personified preconscious atypically takes on the essence of reinduction (as with the personified unconscious but of which is most often female) and sits in a low-set window rather than standing by or within a doorway, its usual habitat. The magnets did not continue to stick when the two objects were joined, being autosymbolic of the failure of the conscious self to fully initiate (the window otherwise implying the potential exit point for this dream).

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To summarize dream specifics: Water (no longer present in this atypical dream sequence) subsiding from liminal space as the very common (since early childhood) tidal analogy of waking autosymbolism. Seeking to gather current waking life identity. Small transformer station as autosymbolism for RAS (Reticular Activating System). My dream self finds curiosity in the maze-like neural gating potential of the dream state and becomes distracted. Trading one liminal space for another (beach to hall). Personification of neural gating at dream’s outcome, which very atypically represents reinduction rather than waking.

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Even more exams to take care of. My birthday was also about a few days ago (April 12th to be exact) and so we had a barbecue to celebrate, so that knocked the wind out of me. I also got back into drawing a heck of a lot, and I spent the rest of today mindlessly filling out my sketchbook to make something worth a damn...

But, uh, back to the topic at hand.


Day 62:

Nothing to report. ONTO THE NEXT ONE.


Day 63:

Fell asleep at 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:45 AM


Dream 66: Why Planet Robobot Will Never Get Represented

Playing Smash Bros. 3DS online. I distinctly remember playing one-on-one in Mute City, Omega Mode. I'm playing as vanilla Kirby going up against some buffed-up Kirby (No, not a muscular Kirby or anything), but sporting his Planet Robobot mech suit. And he is kicking my ass.

The way he moved was more reminiscent of how the mech suits in Megaman X worked, akin to traditional platformer controls than how Smash controls, dashing and jumping everywhere. His high damage output, combined with his frame, made him near impossible to deal with.

Keep in mind I was playing as REGULAR Kirby.

I kept spamming the side-b until he finally blew up, allowing me to finally knock him off stage. I yelled directly at the 3DS, "YEAH! **** you AND your mech suit!" And I remember being extremely lightheaded after that.

Dream 67: Phantom Fighting

First person fighting dream. Don't remember too much of it, but I do remember this much. Me and two other people are fighting in a dark red and confined space, with paintings on all sides. I remember being knocked back into the wall, only to fall into the painting, completely disoriented. It transported me to a 100 Acre Wood type place (Cause I had Kingdom Hearts 2 on the mind). The dream ended right there.


Day 64:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 68: Why Did I Hurt That Poor Thing?...

I'm in the living room, early hours of the morning, and my dad is eating breakfast in the kitchen. A blue colored rat with spider-like qualities (That being the about 4 blue eyes it had) and her three children walk in.

Being the unrestricted dream character I am, I pick up and slam the thing on the floor, but it doesn't die. I looked at her kids, and an overwhelming feeling of regret and shame came over me as I saw what I was doing. I stopped my clobbering and just sat down on the couch.

The mother hopped on top of my lap and, like a dog, curled up and fell asleep on me. She was the size of my two puppies, Nemo and Cleo (Sometimes referred to as Nemus and Cletus).


Dream 69: Don't--

I'm in what's supposed to be my history class. In short, it looked nothing like the real thing, except for the arrangement of the desks.

The bell dismisses us but I forge one little thing...my backpack (And my folder). I get lost trying to get back to the class, but eventually I find my way back.

I rush back to the class and see a girl fiddling with my folder. I politely swipe it from under her nose and just as courteously tug my backpack away from under her desk. I then walked out of the classroom and then the dream ended.


Day 65:

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 70: The Flying Dead

I'm in my house conversing with some random dude, who I can assume to be an acquaintance of mine in this unsettling apocalypse. The house is abandoned and antiquated, a thick layer of fog clouding our vision. I'm on the lookout for any zombies inside of the house, paranoia reigns supreme.

In this dream I can be best described as "frisky". I don't tend to stay in the same place for too long and I always have one eye open.

I beat a zombie senseless as he comes out of the laundry room. I then step outside. It's approaching nighttime, a red sunset on the horizon. The neighborhood looks like a fusion of Sanctuary Hills and my cousins' neighborhood up north.

I fly up to the top of a building (Because apparently I can just do that now) on top of a Greek looking pillar, perfectly out of the reach of any zombies. I fall asleep for a bit when 3 to four guys surround me. They're making fun of my stupidity, thinking that absolutely no zombies can get me from here. They then demonstrate this by trying to grab me from under the pillar.

The dream then cuts to me, my sister, and the rest of my immediate family inside of our house. The lights are on, it's the dead of night, and the blinds and curtains are open. I'm trying to convince them to turn off the lights and put on the curtains, all while attempting to do the same myself. None of them were convinced.


Dream 71: Another Failed RC

I'm in the living room. My mom and my sister are talking to each other outside of my mom's bedroom door. I then get the idea to do a reality check, thinking to myself, "Well, why WOULDN'T I be dreaming right now?" I do the nose plug RC, breathe through my nose, but I begin to think maybe the positioning of my fingers is wrong. I couldn't breathe through my nose afterward.