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I was thinking about going home and knowing that my dad wouldn't let me borrow his car, i decided to take it anyways.(I wouldn't do this in WL)When i was driving I wasn't able to control the car properly though and ended up passing the stops. I was able to get control somewhat but than i noticed there was a older man digging up some dirt on the road. He looked suspicous so i changed direction.

The dream shifted after that and i was in a home in the country side. My dad was in the room and told me not to get up because he wanted to see who would come in. I told him i wasn't going to do that and got up to go outside.

The scene changed once again but i was inside another house that was dark and purple tinted. There i was approached by a old animated man who handed me a red metal rectangular case filled with red badges that were made out of shiny diamonds. I liked how bright they were. There was also a mewtwo figure present. I wondered why it was there but as i felt the hard cold figure i realised it had to be because the mewtwo pokemon movie had been important to me during my childhood. But did i really deserve all the badges? What was i getting them for?

When i exited the rectangular window i noticed i was in a pokemon like world where the islands were connected.
A blonde anime guy ended up flying towards me there as the sky became a yellow orange color.He told me that the places were connected for the purpose of helping me on my journey. I figured that that was the case since in pokemon ash ends up on the islands without much problems.i also got the feeling it was a dream here but i dont recall how long that lasted.

Last thing I recall was that i was waiting outside a classroom when I noticed a girl passing by. She reminded me of Jewl's avatar. I than looked down and noticed a red napkin on the floor. I picked up and used it to blow my nose. I liked the red color but now i was just being weird so i threw it out. Reminds me of when i read that charles ate something from his shoe.

Well after that i got up and noticed many blue windows on the walls. I picked up one that was detached on a table and placed it on a wall. A classmate from WL than came up to me and asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing was wrong and we entered the class. My teacher ended up talking about the things that make a person happy. Asking us to raise our hands if we got a 85 or 93 on our test. I raised my hand when he said 93.

Here is my DJ in pdf format. The illustrations are contained in this version:


2018-04-24 - dreams.pdf

Here it is in regular text (without my illustrations though... don't wanna miss those )

Round 1 of Dreams

I recorded these dreams on my voice recorder. I remember being in my room at my old house and then going out the window. I couldn’t get back in through the kitchen because I hadn’t removed the screen. There were two little kids on bikes across the road. They went to go somewhere.

Then there was something about wanting to go to a pool. I was walking through a hallway eating tuna from a can. Then I wanted to go to a pool.

The dream time jumped back to 2:45 P M or so and suddenly the pool was closed? Kind of hard to explain. So I was mad.

Then I was at a cash register and trying to get into the pool still. Something about rolls of quarters. While I was still doing my transaction, a woman tried to get to the register. I was like wait I’m not done yet.

There were a few more things on my voice recorder.

Round 2 of Dreams
I had RLS so I got up to bike and stretch in the dark. Then I went back to bed and had 3 REM cycles before I dream journaled again. I chose to stay still because I thought I’d remember it all. I didn’t remember every bit but by the end of the 3 REM cycles, I had a good percentage.

REM cycle 2-a

My memory of this one started with my friend. And he asked me to watch something as he went in the bathroom.

Then there was a vitamin powder jar. I became lucid some how and asked a woman there if I could eat the last of the powder.

I woke up and thought those through. One more dream flash of a building.

Eventually got lucid in another dream which was with me and 3 friends in a study room. I was lucid again and telling everyone how I had won a game against my friend (S) in a previous lucid dream. (S) was the one next to me.

As Looked at him, he shape shifted into ( C ). I almost didn’t notice!

Then I was like… “Wait! (S) just shape shifted into ( C )! I caught you this time!” because usually people will shape shift and I will have no clue. I tried to will him to transform back to (S) but he just stared at me blankly. I started losing my voice. I tried to stay lucid but I woke up.

There was one more dream flash of a man wading through a lake.

REM Cycle 2-b

I dreamed in this one. I initially remembered it. But by the time I went to record, it was gone from my mind. I regretted that.

What had happened was I began to dream about an Asian woman. It was like we were dating or getting to know each other in the dream. I felt connected to her as time went on.

I remember remembering it at the time. But not when I finally recorded.

REM Cycle 2-c

There was a bunch of earlier parts to this dream chain. Especially involving the Asian woman. But just vague memories by the time I got to record them. This dream chain went on and on.

I remembered a Pokémon game where there was an elephant character (like Musshi) but he was a Pokémon trainer.

Then I remember being on a computer with a big screen next to me. Not lucid yet. Going to look something up on the computer while the Asian woman was up. Then she came back. I wanted to hide what I had looked up but the screen froze.

A blonde woman appeared and said something about how “I have to think about addiction in many different states of conciousness for it to finally sink in.” I understood what she meant.

I woke from that hoping to dream chain and apologize to my “dream girlfriend”.

I did a dream chain where I went out of body. I got up, not sure if I had gotten up physically. (It turned out I hadn’t.) I went to try using my computer. It was in the same place as my physical computer. Eventually I popped back into bed.

That was one thing from the TV.

I went out of body again. It looked like the sun was up. (I wasn’t in my physical body but thought I was again.) I popped back into bed suddenly.

Up out of body again. This time a car appeared to the left of my bed. Now its more of a dream.

I drove the car down a stair case and a hall way and out a door. Willing it to fit through the narrow space. Then I drove around the road. I was lucid. So I put out my hand and stopped cars at will. It was kind of fun.

That dream ended but I hadn’t woke up yet. I was in a grocery store. “Oh, another dream,” I thought. “I have had enough. I will just close my eyes and be in my bed,” I thought, as I looked at a little cartoon thingy. An older woman walked by me.

But JUST before I closed my eyes… To my right, on the counter… A TRAY OF DONUTS APPEARED. I was like, “WAIT!! DON’T WAKE UP YET!!!” And some how the dream lasted long enough for my to go grab a donut.

I chose a tan colored one, thinking it was like a coffee or cinnamon flavor. There were all sorts of colors donuts with various sprinkles.

A guy walked by me and grabbed a piece of donut. Ripped it right off the donut in my hand! He was like, “Wasn’t that weird? That I just did that?” But I was lucid. So I was like, “No, not at all, bro! Come on, let me buy you a coffee!”

Another woman walked by. I was like, “Hey, let me buy you an ice cream shake!” And ice cream shakes appeared on the counter. She kept walking LOL.

I totally forgot to apologize to my “dream girlfriend”.

I woke up back in bed but still not done dreaming. Went out of body again. This time it was kind of dim. There was a creature there.

At first it scared me. Bound to run into something that scares me when crossing dimensional barriers. But I decided to embrace it some how. I woke up before anything else happened.

Then I was in my bed… but it was still a dream! (I didn’t know it then). There was light coming in, and the sound of rain drops. I stayed still and tried to remember the dream, not knowing I was still in a dream!

When I woke up in Physical Matter Waking Consciousness it was not raining and I knew that the rain drops had been a dream.

Notes

I didn’t really feel like typing these but I’m glad I did. Some days I don’t feel as motivated to type them. Other days it is effortless.

I'm at a beach on vacation with a group of random friends. It also seems like I'm at my first day of work. I see Ameigh there and I tell her I hadn't recognized her. We hug and there's also some other people there working around me.

I go down a street at an amusement park or maybe a dock. I'm attached to a red rope and am getting pulled upwards. I think that maybe I'm going to skydive. As I go up I can hear someone screaming with excitement, I'm going up and up being pulled by the rope. Someone is saying that this is very scary and they don't want to do this. I get dropped and I'm falling like an amusement park drop tower or something but land safely.

I'm on a lake surrounded by land with trees all around. I'm on a boat that looks like an old boat from something like pirates of the Caribbean or something. My dad is there as I'm lying on the deck. He's asking me about my mom's old boyfriend Dave. My sister A is there too. She says that she liked him and I say that I liked him too. It feels like my Dad missed out and hates that we liked him. I'm crying on the deck. It's very intense like the entire dream stopped and it's just me crying. My dad is there comforting me and asking why I'm crying. I question whether I'm actually crying in my bed in real life as well.

Other stuff happened on the lake.

Someone is narrating a story of a guy high up in the trees. These trees are massive and in the mountains. The guy at the top is planning to jump to kill himself but something changes in his mind and when he jumps, he hits a large branch and it catches his fall.

We're on a giant bus like we're in a music group. Sam is there. We get out at this gas station thing. The dream goes all around the gas station. We depart and try to turn out onto another street. Two guys guys came up to the bus and knocked on the window. One guy was holding a lot of cash. There were two police officers and the guy said he ratted us out.

This dream was interesting: it was like I was playing out a role in a story, aware that it was a story (but not aware that it was a dream). It was being narrated—not by anybody present, but a voice that I could talk to and that seemed to be indicating what I should be doing as much as describing it.

The setting was a building like an airport - at least, in the only part I can remember. But it only appeared that way from the standpoint of the people there: it was really two separate buildings, split by a wall they couldn’t see. Inside the wall were rooms where there were people—people who could see through the wall and observe what was happening on both sides, and people in offices who were presumably working to keep the place going. The camera—for lack of a better word—seemed to make a point of showing this area, even though nothing much was happening there. At one point, it slowly panned across it so that you could see all the people as well as a window showing an entire world outside that didn’t exist from the standpoint of the people in the building where I was.

Right now, I’m concerned with getting into a special event that’s being held by people whose land borders mine. I approach a man I know—maybe in his late 30s, wearing some kind of complex, vaguely tribal outfit—and ask him if he can take me along. He’s happy to accept. He just seems to be a good-natured person who likes helping people get what they want. He probably thinks I just want to get in with a certain crowd, but I have other reasons for needing to be there (unfortunately, not ones I can remember after waking up).

He’s going there now, and I’ll be coming along on a – well, I’m not entirely sure what it is. It has a special name (that I forgot) and seems to be a bit like a jet ski, but attached to a helicopter and with things like leather shields I’m supposed to hold onto. As I look it over, I’m glad this is going to be broadcast over the radio because that gives everyone in the audience a chance to imagine something less stupid-looking. But I get on it, and we head off.

24.4.18

I have been dreaming like crazy since I got home, visiting family. But I didn't recall any of it. Until last night.

Invincible
I'm walking around in a huge room, size of a hangar. Many people walking around. A bad entity tried to do some harm to me using their power. I did something and I knew he can't harm me. So instead of hurting me, he was transferring his powers to me.

I started walking around, deflecting an attack, until this entity realized they better don't mess with me. I didn't retaliate, instead I was helping others by protecting them. I felt like I'm taller, muscular, male.

Last night I was sitting with my auntie and I was telling her that there is no need to worry in a lucid world, because whatever you think will happen. So all you need to do is know that you are ok and that you project love.

Date of Dream: TUE 24 APR
Nap Time Range: 2:50 PM - 5:10 PM



Dream No. N315 - New Burger Joint

I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, it was my birthday and my brother took me out to try this new burger joint that had opened at Chadstone shopping centre. As we stood at the front of the place, we looked in one of the windows and could see the burgers being made live. After that, my brother and I walked home.



I rarely remember nap dreams, and I mean RARELY, so whenever I have a dream during a daytime nap, I will make an effort to write it down. If I do remember nap dreams, there is only such a small amount of the dream. I did have one a long time ago, somewhere in the 100s, should I record it in here? It will interrupt my current journal sequence if I do. Note that nap dreams are numbered the same as the dream that took place to start the morning but there is an added "N" in front of it to show that it did not take place during the big sleep cycle. Nap dreams will be never be written in the same journal entry as regular dreams.



Dream N315: Competition Results

Competition Night: 23
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: 0.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 13.0
Total Accumulated Points: 13.5

Date of Dream: TUE 24 APR - 2018



Dream No. 315 - All I Needed Was The Love You Gave

I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was on this wide road in this unknown suburban area. As I was walking along the road, I was singing “all I needed was the love you gave, all I needed for another day, and all I ever knew, only you”. The scene tapered off as I was singing the rest of the song, basically on the road, strolling and singing.

The scene then moved to my being at my house in the kitchen. I was asking my mum logical questions but she was really angry and told me off for every single thing that I tried to do. No matter what I tried saying to reason with her, her mood wasn't budging. My brother soon came into the kitchen as well and my mum was being mean to him. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 315: Competition Results

Competition Night: 23
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: 0.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 12.5
Total Accumulated Points: 13.0

Walking around Camden canals though it seemed like it was in the 60s or something.
In a house with big circular bay windows, letting in lots of light, we were opening presents. They were very clever scientific toys (or were they?). One solved a puzzle itself by magnetically fixing to the correct part. There were lots of presents each bigger than the last when unwrapped but the same tiny piece of paper to start with, they magically got bigger, although it was meant to be scientific mechanism.
There were mice that scurried everywhere eating things, can I toy mice eat?
Then last was a boy who appeared large with brown short hair ,after unfolding the wrapping paper a few times, there he was. His mouth, as with the mouth opened and closed. He went after the mice Oo. Among the big brown leather chairs he hunted and CHOMPED the mice up in his mouth Aaaaah!! One of us tried to turn him off by opening his mouth but he bit them. I was to scared to. But the thought of him chomping the bones of those poor mice!
The room was becoming full of what I thought were mice droppings, which I remarked upon. They turned out to be grass seeds growing into little stalks of wheat everywhere, in the sunlight.
We went outside, me and two others back to the market. We were in a shopping centre at the bottom of an escalator. When I noticed them hanging back, I was talking about the boy and noticed an expression on their faces.
He was a fake, not a toy but a real live boy! they had tricked me. I was in a fury from having been tricked, and having thought all sorts of weird things. I had been made to feel stupid. I flew up into the sky but was followed by one of them with dark hair and dark bushy eyebrows. As he didn't go I got out a revolver and fired at him. This didn't work he mealy fell back a bit then came up through thick cloud towards me. I then poured fire onto him and engulfed him in flames. This didn't stop him either so I flew higher and higher until he couldn't follow me any more.

Morning of April 24, 2018. Tuesday.



In my dream, my family and I, mostly as we appear now (except for our youngest son’s beard), are living in an unusual expanded distortion of the King Street mansion (where I have not lived in real life for nearly thirty years). It is most like the second-floor room of the middle of the east side, though the room seems to take up the whole section in my dream, additionally replacing at least the northeast room. There is also another section that is oriented north, forming an inverted corner, implying that the building is either L-shaped or cross-shaped.

In two vivid scenes, it seems I am on the first floor of this building. I look diagonally across to the perpendicular section, at a second-floor window, where a strange dark cloud seems to be blown out from inside, which also seemingly contains at least a few particulates. I get the impression that it is an older woman who lives there who is emptying her vacuum cleaner by spewing the contents out into the air. I consider that this is not a very considerate act but I never see the person and I do not become angry.

In another scene, there are at least three people yelling at each other across the street, but I never see them or clearly discern what they are saying.

The main part of my dream concerns our youngest son. I see that he now has a very bushy thick beard which unrealistically curls upward. Despite how strange this seems, my dream self does not perceive it as a dream state indicator. I worry about him. Although he otherwise looks like our youngest son (other than the beard), he acts very differently. I tell him I will trim it down or shave it off but he does not want me to. Oddly, I mention how his beard is even thicker than our second-youngest son’s beard (who of course does not have a beard either, but this is yet another nonsensical error in my dream self’s thinking.)

Eventually, Zsuzsanna convinces him that it will be good to at least trim it down. When I see him later, I observe that it is shaved on one side but only closely trimmed on the other.

There is an additional scene that is the typical RAS modulation, where the preconscious, as an unknown businessman, points a box saw at my chest (the blade downward, only the front end touching me), but I am not concerned. He had been part of a group of people watching us through a window, which is modeled after my childhood room in Cubitis, though seemingly on a fictional second floor and from the south. (The settings in my dreams typically change ambiguously, never being rendered the same way twice in over fifty years and tens of thousands of closely studied dreams.) This is a non-lucid carryover from the lucid dream of yesterday, where I willed a different form of the preconscious to split in half (though I then “healed” it by willing the two body halves back together). Maybe someday people will understand that my dream’s content, when it is not prescient (or with the inexplicable “sent” factor) or dominated by RAS modulation, is mainly based on my focus and knowledge of the dream state itself (how could it not be) rather than waking life, but there seems to be a “wall” in the minds of most people that prevents them from understanding what a dream actually is (inclusive of most people who have published books about dreams).

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As I have written many times in past entries, at least one dream per sleep cycle is somehow influenced by what Zsuzsanna had seen or talked about (or in some cases only thought about) at another location the day before with no way of me knowing. This was going on long before we met, long before I learned my “dream girl” was a real person. Society, not having any intelligence at all when it comes to understanding dreams or the dream state, instead writing mindless tomes about “interpretation” (which completely ignores the dynamics of what a dream actually is) has neither viable answers to this mechanism nor an iota of credibility in general. There have been people who have studied this phenomenon and written about it to some extent, but just as with the truth of dreams in their basic form inherently being autosymbolic (not symbolic in the popular sense), society remains without any understanding of dreams.

In this case, Zsuzsanna had been with our youngest son yesterday and there was a conversation involving her brother George (here for a visit for the first time in months). They were at Zsuzsanna’s sister’s place and George was talking about a man with a very bushy beard. Often though, the correlating factors are more unusual.

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Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 7:20 AM


Dream 77: Third Lucid This--Well, Not Year, But...

I can now firmly say that careful attention to memory, recall, and presence basically guarantees you a lucid dream. After a three week period of pure, unadulterated laziness, I finally re-implemented my awareness practices.

I got lucid in the area between my house and my neighbor's, where my sister lives. After looking around, I decided it was best if I visited my sister's apartment. Needless to say, it looked nothing like the real thing. It had an extended porch, the inside looked like it was three times the size of her apartment, and the layout was insanely obtuse.

Frisky business occurred, because of course it did, but I was also becoming more and more annoyed by the dream character within it. Unlike previous lucids, they were all too keen on remembering the things I did to them to get them out of my way. I ended up feeling really bad about the whole thing. My sister, then on the couch, was reprimanding me further. I tried employing some dream control shenanigans including but not limited to:

1: Snapping my fingers to make her disappear.

2: Shooting imaginary guns from my fingers.

3: Trying to turn her into an inverse-vortex/black hole.

I had ended up in this lounge-like hallway with pillows strewn about. My sister came up and reprimanded me for how I had treated her. "How the hell do you remember this?" I thought. DCs had never had this level of coherence before.

I was on the verge of tears after that confrontation. I found a door at the end of the hallway, and inside of it was a bald man wearing a brown suit, lime green tie, and glasses. I talked to him for a little bit and asked him how I could make it up to them (Even though I didn't, I just wanted the DCs to stop reprimanding me). He wrote something down on a notecard and gave it to me.

It was in Spanish, and I forgot what it was.

I decided I may as well be "nice" to these dream characters (Even if I thought it was a waste of my time). I told them I would make it up to them by getting them something from Stripes (A gas station). As I left, I told my brother that Nemo (My male puppy) was getting blood around his hind leg.

Oh yeah, throughout the dream Nemo was getting progressively bloodier. I felt bad for the little guy. Turns out the only DC that'll earn my pathos are my puppies. But I knew it was a dream, so no worries. It would honestly pain me to see him like that in real life...

It was dark outside, the absolute middle of the night. There was one kid walking in front of me on the sidewalk. I thought it would be funny to mess with him. I hunched forward, with my arms spread out, and trudged along as if I had a limp. I saw a family arguing about something to the left of me in the neighborhood.

At the end of the sidewalk lied a black and metal electronic gate. The kids were talking about "he" was getting closer. I panicked and entered the other side of the gate as quickly as I could. On the other side of the gate (And a short walk away) lied Stripes.

One problem: It was closed. The lights were completely turned off. Barren...quiet...I didn't like it one bit. Feeling defeated (And terrified) I went back from where I came from, taking an alternate path.


Dream 78: A Sort Of Continuation

My tía (Spanish for aunt, as she likes to be called) is talking to the rest of the family inside the apartment setting of the previous dream. Something about how her son (Who has sadly passed away, but that wasn't how it was in the dream) was getting into REM sleep because she saw him talk in his sleep.

My puppies were fighting really violently in the back. One of the women yelled at them to get them to quiet down.


Dream 79: Hick Kids In Cars

My brother and I are in the backseat of this run-down red truck. There's a bald kid sitting in the driver's seat. He has the most annoying southern snotty-hick-kid accent you could ever imagine, and his attitude was even worse. It was still dead of night, and he was telling us these urban legends about shotgun-wielding maniacs that lived in our neighborhood.

And what did he do? Drive by each and every single one of them just to get a reaction out of 'em.

This all comes to a head when he crashes into a junk pile situated in the middle of the neighborhood. The upper half of a poor, shirtless guy flies by my brother's window. I know he's mortified by this, but he tries to internalize the fellings he's experiencing. A sick part of me wonders how that guy lost the lower half of his body.


Dream 80: Yuck.

I was standing in front of the mirror. One of my teeth was loose, and so I fiddled away at it to get it to come off. It was a sickly light brown color, and almost squishy. On the other side of my jaw was another loose tooth, so I wiggled it off and, again, it was brown and squishy.

I don't brush my teeth often IRL. While my teeth are nowhere bad as that shown in the dream, my family has complained about it. If even the inner parts of my mind are telling me to brush them, then I should really get to doing it more.


Dream 81: DKC Returns

So, I had just bought DKC Returns not too long ago. It's a fun game, if a bit easier than the others, but one thing I really love doing is collecting all the Puzzle Pieces and KONG Letters. The dream I had is a natural side effect of what happens when I play a video game for too long.

I'm playing on the level called Poppin' Planks when I reach the pirate ship part of the level. There's this hidden puzzle piece underneath all of this junk. I use the Ground Slam attack to lodge it out of there, and then a cutscene plays.

DK and Diddy both pull out a HUGE chunk of earth, with the puzzle piece still on top of it. Suddenly Luigi shows up, with DK jokingly telling him, "Are you ready to fight for what's at stake?" Referring to the puzzle piece on top. Luigi is trying to balance himself on the large chunk of earth as DK and Diddy both mess with him in the process. They all disappear into the sunset, Luigi still dangling on the huge rock.

I was in a parking lot outside of a store like Lowe's. The parking lot had a few cars scattered about. From afar I see this woman walking out and across the parking lot with a massive snake slithering with her. I feel a little bit threatened but take a video on my phone. The snake and woman turn towards me and walk my way. The snake flies over me and curls itself around me.

I'm an aquarium that has a pool of water. We're sitting around the pool on rocks. It feels like we're 4 or 5 years old on a field trip. I get handed a little gray organism. I drop it in the water and then find it again in my hands. It grows up and turns into this hand-sized hippo looking animal with a long trunk. I look at it and call it "Karen."