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Morning of April 2, 2018. Monday.



This dream renders a unique setting as always, a setting that has never featured in this specific way in any previous dream, which is a process to prevent associations with waking life to prevent false memory. In this case, it is primarily the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane (where we have not lived in years). However, upon seeing Zsuzsanna in the final segment, it is like the northeast room of the King Street mansion, where I have not been since the 1990s (and where Zsuzsanna has never been, never having been to America). Even so, it is on the opposite side of where the Stadcor Street bedroom actually was in respect to my dream’s layout. Additionally, my current conscious self identity is only partly extant.

I go to look in the backyard for some reason. It seems to be late morning. I am aware that an unusual wind from the east (my right in my dream’s view) has brought a lot of fine white sand into our backyard. There are many shallow recesses in the yard that contain this fine white sand. I start to consider how unusual a feature this is. I study the area for several minutes. Looking off to my left, just beyond the driveway, I see a low embankment. Two very large turnip plants are growing. Only one has a visible turnip slightly above the ground. I consider if I should pull them up, as they seem fully grown, but I start to focus on the main backyard again.

I notice an area of ground to my left where I realize the whiteness of the sand in that part of the yard may be caused by sunbeams. The area has a silvery glow. Still, the other areas really do contain the unusual fine sand. I decide to go into the house to tell Zsuzsanna about it and to describe the unusual wind that brought the sand into our backyard.

When in the bedroom, I see Zsuzsanna sitting on the bed, facing me as I stand nearby. The closet of the northeast King Street mansion bedroom is visible near the end of the bed (though I am uncertain of whether it is the head or foot of the bed). As I stand, looking into the closet, I notice a very large slug crawling slowly up the wall. Its view is partly blocked for a time. I watch its optical and sensory tentacles move about. I continue to gaze at it as I also pull a snail from my right arm that had somehow also gotten stuck on my shirt sleeve, somehow making the shirt sleeve also stick to me. This event is distorted, as the shirt seems to have been hanging on a hook on the wall, with me not wearing it at the time and yet somehow also wearing it at the same time (a typical dream event that is impossible to resolve in conscious afterthought).

There is a brief offset dream where I go back to the backyard and discover that the ground is now only with normal-colored dirt in the recesses. I am somewhat puzzled. I consider how short a time period that the event must have taken place for no traces of the other sand to remain.

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This is a sustained dream segment that is otherwise based on water lowering waking symbolism from an earlier dream. A short time ago, I happened to read the following: “Dreaming of sand may represent the border between the conscious (beach/land) and unconscious (ocean/water) minds.” I found this astounding because it is extremely rare to read anything about dreams from any public source that has an iota of truth on any level. However, it is more about the liminal space between dream self and conscious self, unrelated to waking life itself.

This dream mostly centers around sleep recognition waking symbolism, which is somewhat of a misnomer as the inference is literal, not symbolic, and based on a subliminal realization that I am actually in bed and asleep. Obviously, the bed confirms this. Additionally, the turnips are autosymbolism for Zsuzsanna and I sleeping. Additionally, the snail and the slug are associated with moving slowly, a play on being sluggish or asleep. The confusion with the shirt relates to the fact that I am not dressed when I sleep.

Once again, this dream had a prescient thread as many of my dreams do at one point or another (sometimes covering many years in advance which is inherently unfathomable), which is sometimes very frustrating as it often serves no useful purpose other than to convince me that most human minds work in a completely different way than mine. Another poster on the Dreamscloud website had posted an image of a slug (the image repeated three times) just before I was finishing this entry, despite the recognized autosymbolism of a slug representing vague threads of my conscious self identity (in being mostly inactive) in REM sleep.

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I had a dream last night..!
The first that I've remembered in a while..!

It was more in bits though. I was myself, at home for a time, but then ran outside. I think I was running away from home, I remember hearing my parents call after me. But I continued to run away from my home.
In the street, I was surrounded by a few young men (In their early 20's maybe?), and they grabbed me and started to pull me away from my home. They grabbed me by the arms, pulling me backwards along the street. I remember the police arrived on the scene, but the men were too fast and seemed to know exactly how to sneak away from the scene. I was locked up in a caravan, with a man.

Then I woke up..!

I was supposed to take a test for a class in which I did not prepare. I was quickly trying to read my notes in the hallway and then entered a room. The room had computers lining the walls and desks in the middle. There were students filling both places taking the test. I thought I had a few more minutes so I was stalling, but then it was time to start so I did.

Another dream I had this very crazy and interesting experience. There was something going on before the dream, I was in a place that looked like a skate park in the day time, but also some sort of classroom. There were five or six of us. My vision was third person mode, I was watching myself interact with these people. I'm not looking very happy and I'm walking around a bit weird. I'm acting weird altogether. At some point I think I look at myself directly, meaning the Grey I was watching decided to take a look back at me the observer.

The dream turns and I'm not on this fun roller coaster that is going up and down, flying through many bright colors and scenes. It seemed to start in some sort of movie theater and then go further back into a cave. The ride was flying through lights and it seemed like I was controlling it a little bit. My hands were up as the coaster loops back around and I fall off the ride, hanging under it with my two hands hanging onto the cart. I was able to eventually get back up onto the ride.

Later in the dream I'm on the back of a school bus of children looking at my forensics teacher in the face as he's telling me there's a danger but we can't tell anyone because it would freak everyone out.

I had another dream about World of Warcraft where I'm in from of the auction house in Stormwind.

Not been able to sleep for such a long time, was time wasting. On the bright side might be a good start to a great job, on the bad side couldn't do much and the elven kid started to get more and more ideas as time went on in regards to my origins.

Can't tell he was wrong, to some degree in the current dream body I am nothing more than a spirit or soul, and he thought ofm e as a kind of soul that was lost and was jumping from body to body searching for something. But whatever.

From 24th to 29th march 2018

-1-There was a Miami sign in "Westchester", FL, which was about halfway down the western coast. It was snowing half-inch-size flakes ahead of a cloud bank that I saw to my west and southwest. All other parts of the sky were clear. Time of day was just after dusk (earlier on, it was daytime and cloudy). There was no wind that I remember. In front of me was a line of gravel garages built from logs. Beyond the line was a flat gravel lot, followed by woods. Then, I was watching an Accuweather video. Bernie Rayno motioned to the location of a Pacific system, and then to the Puget Sound area in Washington. He said,
"This...is goin here. This is a--you're supposed to be a lucario. The approaching mass of water should support life." He was calling out the meteorologists in Washington for not doing their jobs properly.
In a later scene, he pointed at the east coast of Florida and said "[...]I'm thinkin 8, 9 inches." Also, Florida was distorted on the map, being turned 60° counterclockwise.
There was pizza at one point.
-2-There was a white wolf next to me on a grassy hill. There were restrictions for something. It was sunny and there was a feeling of really wanting to do something.

Today I had my first lucid dream/out of body projection into a desired location - my home in Bangalore.

Wall of text coming up. Keeping it succint, and the info useful and mainly discuss how I get into it, dream stabilisation techniques I used, and how I moved from one environment into another for those of you who want to get into what I feel is one of the most thrilling experiences of my life - being completely 'awake' and aware in dream world.

It was a mixture of feelings of joy, accomplishment, elation, amazement, wonder to move from one completely 'real' and solid dream environment to another one in my Bangalore home (on a side note, I realise that I don't call it my parent's place, but Home).

I started reading Jurgen Ziewe's Multidimensional Man yesterday. So that got me hankering for lucid dreaming again. I've also been a bit cut up about the fact that a lot of people count lucid dreaming, and OBE as separate, but Jurgen was clear that he felt they were both the same. This ties into the zeitgeist on the dream views forums where they class all lucidity in the dream world as lucid dreams, and not OBE's. As I felt that OBE's are out of body projections into consensus realities i.e. 'real' worlds, as opposed to dream worlds. Good to know someone Jurgen confirm they were the same. Then again, he can see his body in his dream in OBE, but probably wouldn't in a lucid dream - ahh, who knows. But we ramble, and somebody promised they wouldn't do that .

My usual habit is to get back into lucid dreaming is to start dream journaling, but I hit upon a quicker more effective solution - I voice recorded my dream journal yesterday.

It takes a few days of dream journaling to get into dream awareness to recall more than a few chunks of it. And that dream awareness making me recall more than a few chunks of it, also helps me more aware that I am dreaming in a dream, and allows me to get lucid.

I had about an hour of pretty much continuous back to back lucid dreams, and whilst this was my longest stretch of lucids, it's also my usual pattern that I do get back to back lucids, around 3-4 of them at a time. Mainly because once I'm lucid in one dream world, I can retain that lucidity into the next 3-4 dream environments.

I won't bore you with individual details of my dreams, but share what's relevant to those of you who want to try it. Mainly how I get lucid in a dream, and dream stabilisation techniques I was using and how I 'projected' to a different environment.

Journaling makes me retain slightly more awareness in a dream world. I thought of making a song that says if I'm flying, in a strange place, outside my home, traveling, meeting friends, or FLYING, that I'm in a dream world. So it's basically flying that gets me to realise I'm in a dream world, or strange situations that I'm not supposed to be in, like Minnesota the last time around.

So last night, I was flying in a dream, and showing off my flying skills, to people and realised, hey, I can only do this in a dream, and got lucid in the dream, but it dissolved.

The next dream, ditto - realise I'm flying, so must be in a dream, but it dissolved.

In my next dream, I find some tapestry before me and start feeling the intricacies in the tapestry, looking at them in fine detail, and I go in and out of lucidity though the dream stays relatively stable in that environment.

I then do a cross brain (Psych-K) belief change posture in my dream, and change the belief that I can't stabilise a dream world, into a belief that I can stabilise a dream world.

I'm then in a bed, where I wake up and step out of my bed, and it's a half formed, dark dream world, and I just keep my hands on the walls, and walk from room to room, up and down stairs, never taking my hands off the walls. And I'm able to extend lucidity for a fair bit.

Then come a whole series of back to back fully lucid dreams for about the next 30-45 minutes.

At the end of them, I think, okay, lets project to a different dream environment, and I think about my Bangalore home. I imagine the door, and how it would look like. I look down, and I see a part of the gate, and think it's part of the home, and then see the house and stumble into it. I'm so excited by this, instead of waiting to stand and look around, or see if I can meet my folks, I just try and 'project' into the next place I can think of, and the dream dissolves and I finally wake up.

Points to ponder:
1. Audio recording more effective, and easier than typing it out. I record it on a whatsapp message to a 'dead' contact.
2. Dream stabilisation techniques as a priority in the dream. Use all senses, touch, sight, smell, temperature, to get immersed in the dream environment. If the dream starts to dissolve, I bend down, feel the dirt, or the walls as I walk.
3. No sudden moves in the dream or it destabilises. Slow and steady work the stabilisation in.
4. Once stabilisation settled in, then attempt to project to a different dream environment by imagining parts of it. The brain fills the rest in, and I'm immediately transported there.

Nothing much happened on Day 46. I fell asleep at midnight, and woke up around 9:00 o' clock. I do recall some dreamlets, so let's bump up that counter to 57.


Day 47:

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:30 AM



Dream 58: The Ultimate April Fool's Trick


Happy April Fools, SubC, I hope you like it.

So, the dream starts out with me in a classroom. The lights are on, though I still have trouble seeing. I have an enormous sense of presence within the dream, what with it all taking place in the first person. I lose myself in my train of thought as I'm exiting the building--something about a detective and his status.

Once I do exit the building though, a little, teeny tiny thought comes into my head. "What is so dream-like about this? What shouldn't be here?" And so I look around.

To my right I see two busses on top of each other blocking the entrance, to my left I see a guy in a clown costume wrangling a half-rhino-half-antelope thing by its leash. The Rhinocerope is tugging really hard on the leash, and the clown can barely hold on.

For some reason, THAT doesn't trigger any lucidity. I then went over to the area in front of the band hall, and I see my dad talking to about two or three people. The dream ends soon after that.


Side-notes:

1. I had a very apathetic feeling throughout the entire dream. Though my sense of presence that I achieved is honestly unprecedented. I hope I can get that feeling going so I can achieve a proper DILD next time.

2. I tried using MILD before I went to bed. Repeating the phrase, "I am present in my dreams" and (I believe) "My dreams are vivid" before going to sleep.

Hi guys,

This dream spans through the course of seven years within the dream. Quite a bit of the daily activities had become fragmented as a result. I'll also be condensing the events so that it's more concise. The dream fluctuates between lucidity and non-lucidity. However, during lucid moments I choose to let the dream unfold on it's own.

The dream starts off non-lucid. I'm with my significant other who has passed away, I'll address as Kana. We are surrounded by whiteness. There is a false memory that we been meaning to conceive a "soul child" astrally. Kana and I are both female. Kana says it's time. The white emptiness beneath us ripples and our energies meld as we astraily conceive our soul child. I feel drained and I awake.

I look around in my bedroom without moving not realizing I'm clutching something close to me under my blanket. "A dream?" I sit up and notice an otherworldly infant in my arms. "Yes, this is my child." She opens her eyes and we gaze at each other. "Oh yes, you are Cocoa." Cocoa smiles. This is the only time she smiles in a long while.



Following months...
Over the weeks I have moments when shroud of that reality fades and I'm lucid. Adapting to a life caring for a child was hard, but I manage to get by with the help of my mom. I hold on to my secret of my lucidity to myself. I begin to see something strange with Cocoa. She seems to be completely unable to feel guilt, pity, remorse, or sympathy. She seem to have no regard for safety of those around her and she seems to crave human blood, often biting into her own thumbs to suck blood if no one else is nearby.

Soul Child
As months turn into years and my getting accustomed to this reality my moments of lucidity doesn't have much effect. I was detached with the waking and I had grown to accept that my soul child is different from others. I even feed it my own blood to satisfy it's craving. It was not before long she starts exhibiting otherworldly powers. I communicate with kana in my head as I do in waking and ask her if we made a mistake bringing this child into this world. As Cocoa grew older, the more destructive she became. Watching over her, making sure no one is harmed, was taking a toll on me. In moments of lucidity I was tron between continuing my waking life and leaving this world behind. The waking world seemed so distant. Kana assures me that this was a time-dilated experience and for the moment guiding Cocoa was all we could do as there is good in her.

One of the chilling moments of her childhood was when she asked me to rip off my eyes and give it to her because she thought they were pretty. I had told her it's not right to ask someone of that nor to expect it and there were better ways to appreciate things.

Absolution
As a 7 year old Cocoa had become more calmer and mature. For a while it seemed like she was breaking free from her shroud of madness. I been weaning off feeding her my blood and on her birthday she says she no longer thirsts for blood and apologizes with tearful eyes for all the harm she has caused and all the pets she has killed over the course of her childhood. I was relieved. She was getting stronger and stronger, it was becoming difficult to care for her when she is so powerful.

I send her to school with caution and ask for Kana to watch over her. I see something that sends a chill down my back. As I was about to leave, Cocoa was smiling. The last I seen her smile was when she was a baby. I wonder what's wrong with me. Why was I not feeling relieved by my child's smile? Something didn't feel right. I go to the mall and look around just hoping to pass the time. Something didn't feel right, but I could quite place it. I order a sandwich at a cafe and look around. I look at a ceiling lamp above me and think "I can turn it on and off by snapping my fingers". I snap my fingers lightly. The light flickers on. I snap again, it flickers off. I look around nothing has changed. Everyone is minding their own business as if completely unaware of what I had done. My phone rings startling me. It's Cocoa's homeroom teacher's number. I answer it only to receive a weak voice saying "Cocoa" followed by a shrill blood curdling scream. I rush to Coco's school already knowing what I might see. I arrive at a scene with blood everywhere. Dead bodies everywhere. I had enough of this dream. It seems Kana and I failed guiding Cocoa. Amidst the bodies stands a blood soaked Cocoa. Upon seeing me she rushes at me and clings on to me with a tight hug. Saying she was sorry over and over, saying she only reacted to darkness in their hearts. I hug her back tightly. "I'm sorry, Cocoa, we couldn't save you..." and place my hand on back of her head. Her entirety pulses and I start absorbing her into my being.

I wake up crying. I do a reality check and check my phone. It has not passed seven years. I lay back on my bed looking at the ceiling and wondering what the dream meant.

I am in my living room with a friend. I become lucid and decide to complete the ToTM "Ask your dream what would happen tomorrow in real life." I decide to use her as an embodiment of the dream and ask her, "what will happen tomorrow in real life?" She says something strange about tinfoil being put on someone's feet. (I will keep you guys posted if something like that actually happens...:chuckle:) I remember this is the last night of the competition, so I do the first thing I can think of that scores points, which is walking through a wall. I also remember super speed, which I do in circles around a room for a little while. Then a DC begins to talk to me. I keep myself focused by pushing my hand through a table, which I for some reason can't do on the first try, but then can on the second.
The dream ends.

I am on a Ferris wheel with someone else. I become lucid again and think I should do the ToTM again and maybe get better results. I can't remember her answer and I quickly lose lucidity.

I am trying to infiltrate somewhere (???) but someone else who is trying to help is messing it up. I become lucid and decide to do my second task for the three-step task, teleporting. I try to teleport outside, but halfway through I decide to instead teleport to the next room over. I do and then walk through the wall to the outside to fly. I begin to fly, and then remember that I found the dream I was having before I became lucid interesting, so I turn around in midair and see one of the DCs that was a part of it. I ask her something and she tells me to go to a certain website. I turn around to fly away again, but I forget to stabilize while in midair and the lack of sensations causes me to wake up.


1 Non-Lucid: 1
DILD: 10
ToTM: 15
Walking through wall: 10
Super speed: 5
Interact with DC: 2
Push hand through solid object: 5
Second DILD: 5
Interact with DC: 2
Third DILD: 5
Teleport: 10
Second Three-Step Task: 10
Walking through wall in third dream: 10
Basic Flying: 5
Third Three-Step Task: 15
Interact with DC in third dream: 2
[B]Total: 112[/B]

Created Sunday 01 April 2018

Had a hell of a time getting any sleep this night. Still, I got a WILD to note. There was a lot more to it than I could remember at, the moment, though at least I'm kinda sure it wouldn't have affected the score all that much...

Long moments of meditation before and after the dream below. Better that than just shifting around restlessly...

Dream 1 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 16

Scene 1 - Forgotten Fountain
WILD transition in bed, though I lingered around a bit before finally getting up. Once I moved to the foot of the bed, I inexplicably fell through the floor and into the void. Spin to warp. I turned up near a fountain. Lots of wacky stuff occurred, but sadly, I lost all memory of that, and also lucidity at some point. Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Atatatatatatata!
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was within a mall's lobby, the structure accomodating many supermarkets. Lucid again. I project a silvery aura, then fly to and from the extreme ends of the facility within seconds.

Later on, I passed by an artificial castle. I lost myself to random thoughts at the sight of such, particularly about Hokuto no Ken, for the place reminded me of Yuda's fortress. There were "next episode" montages where Ken fights Yuda in place of Rei.

I eventually snapped out of the trance. Now, I found myself between the aisles of an elecronic/hardware store. What's more, I was arbitrarily given the form of Kenshiro. Realizing this caused the instrumental version of Ai wo Torimodose (a climatic battle theme in the show) to sound. In response, I evoked a blue aura, and flew around to look for someone to fight. Soon, I found the villain Jagi passing by. I attacked him unprovoked with Kenshiro's Hokuto Hyakuretsu Ken technique, resulting in an explosive death.

Back in the lobby. Things were fading quickly. So, I rubbed hands for two whole minutes, when the scene warped in view. Now, I was walking outside in city streets during a partiall cloudy day. I point at the largest nimbus, and try shaping it into the form of my guide, E. But, nothing seemed to happen. Things deteriorated quickly, and I wake up.

I don’t remember everything, but I was in control and aware for a good portion and this was my first dream of the day. This lucid dream felt longer than a lot of them I had lately. I remember being in my backyard and there were some dogs. One was a small, brown doggo. It tried biting and attacking me. I pointed my fingers in the shape of a gun, but I didn’t kill the dog. I felt more aware this time. I knew I had to do the picnic challenge, so I knew I had to sit on grass. I sat down in the middle of the yard, but I got up, because I had to get a picnic basket. I then walked towards the deck, grabbed a mountain dew, sat down in the dead grass nearby, found a white soda container, put the can inside, took it out, but I don’t remember if I drank it. Anyway, I remember trying to gage what the dream characters thought about me being lucid, so I asked the small group what they thought of me being lucid. For some reason I go inside. I then get worried about me having a false awakening where it would become a nightmare. I then put my hand on my forehead and tell myself that I won’t have a nightmare. I might of also prayed. I walk towards the office that leads outside and it looked pitch black outside from the window. I jump on the roof of my house and try jumping from roof to roof.

This is a great dream. The person on Discord helped me and I used expectation before bed. Thanks. I also prayed to God for help and my doubt was gone. Expectation is key for lucid dreams. After I post this on the forums, I’ll go back to bed soon for more lucid dreams.

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ܒܱܠܱܡًܩ̄ܪ ܢܶܦܶܨ ܢܶܲܒܶܢ ܥܡܠًܬܥܬܬ ܐܡً ܡܶܓܠܦܬܬ

I don't think I got lucid last night. My first dreams were really early in the night. I was awoken from something kind of scary but unable to remember it. All I remembered at the end was something like, "A ghosty!" I was in sleep paralysis and trying to remember the rest, when I fell back asleep, without recording. I told myself I would still remember next time I woke up when I thought I was waiting too long to record. L O L... Not!

I woke up again around the time I usually do, after 4 to 6 hours of sleep. I had dreamed about depth charge from beast wars and outlining a color drawing of him. My Dad was cooking eggs for himself to eat. I dreamed I was at this church, walking around, brushing my teeth the whole time. I explained to my friend why I try not to step up onto a high step up thing. It was a bed. Because my knee clicks. I had him step up onto it and his knee clicked, too. Then, he understood. It was R S. R S was at the end of my next dream, too.

The next dream was a long one. I was in this dirt parking lot thing. Then in a video game thing. I saw someone from a job I had when I was 14 or 15.

For the video game thing, first it was on a Mario Side Scroller type of game. I had an invincibility star generator but lost my fire flower before I reached it. Another mushroom appeared that I also got. Then I went down some corridor with writing along it, and into this water or flying level. I bypassed some blue fish ghost bad guy things and went to the boss, this big sea monster thing. With my invincibility star, I could go right up to the monster and stand next to it, automatically dealing it damage.

After that, there was something about being in a field. One kid was throwing a disc at other kids necks (ouch!). Then they were kicking footballs down the field, and landing near us, so we moved. We walked over some fallen tree parts and got to a store.

I was going to steal something from near the front of the store, but put it back. My Mom was mean to a girl and I was like, Mom, you gotta admit you were wrong, kind of thing. Then I was trying to put on a suit but my friend took it and cut it for his own costume. I was so mad, I wanted to take it back from him, and cut the whole thing up, so neither of us could have it. It was like a grey elephant suit. This was also when I was yelling at R S but it was S S who stole my suit. What was I fighting R S about? Its probably in my voice notes.

Then I was wearing no clothes! I was covering up with my hands as best I could. This woman, D F, took a picture of me with an old school camera. I demanded she show it to me and delete it, or I would smash her camera! The picture of me showed two bricks where each of my chest muscles are. I woke up directly from that.

After that I had trouble sleeping. I prayed a while about stuff and then finally got a little more sleep around 5:30 A M.

I had lots of little "dream flashes". The main dream I remember from that part was walking by this party type of room and hearing classical music as my friend B D walked in. I was like, wait, was that B D? I should go in and say hi. But I wasn't wearing my retainer, and my shirt was buttoned funny. When I walked by again, two women came out, not B D.

I also dreamed of different relatives criss crossing who lives where. Like my aunt staying with us but then house sitting for my uncle during the day who had traded lives with my other aunt, and watching his (her) dog.

I had some more details that didn't come off the top of my head. This was just a quick write up. The rest are on my voice recorder. I decided my baseline level would just be to record my dreams by voice through the night. Anything I write about them is just a bonus. The writing got to be so strenuous, the way I was doing it, and eventually I totally lost interest. So a little balance is important.

Date of Dream: SUN 1 APR - 2018



Dream No. 303 - Suspicious Test Conduct
Nightmare!

I remember how the dream started. It was night time and I was wandering around in some unknown area... It reminded me of the grounds of places like on a school camp, and the walking tracks were wet. SHig was there and in the dream, my TAFE class not only had him for economics but for corporate governance as well. Additionally, the TAFE class wasn't just my 2018 group, it also comprised of girls from Killester.

For the next scene, I forgot most of what SHig said. What I do know is that we were preparing for test period and there were instances of him interacting with the Killester girls. I did notice in this dream that SHig had a suspicious demeanour about him when talking to me, like he was up to something but I didn't know what.

In the last scene, I approached SHig as I was ready to commence one of the tests (I think it was the corporate governance theory test on paper). He was telling me how to approach the test and this is what he said; something along the lines of “just go in there and meditate”. I then walked into the location of the test and what I saw was absolutely disturbing; the room contained all these coffins, raised on metal trolleys, with their lids open and in each of them was a class member, lying in a frozen sleep, their body and head swaddled in a blanket with only their faces being revealed.

My stomach lurched and I made my way out of that room as quickly as I could. On my way out, my brain is telling me “call Dreamy WB!” but my impulse instinct is actually telling me not to. My fear actually over-rode my intent to call for Dreamy WB. As I was getting closer and closer to outside the building, the fear was sinking in that he would hear me and he'd be at my throat in a really bad way. My subconscious mind now imagined SHig coming this way and he wouldn't be looking too nice. I was now in such a horrible and scared anticipation that I woke up in a sweat.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



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

Points:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

Total Points For Competition:
45.0

Morning of April 1, 2018. Sunday.



I am uncertain of my dream’s location. Settings are always different even when modeled after real-life places I have lived, though there is a vague essence of the northeast area of the Cubitis living room (where I have not been since 1978). However, it also feels like a variation of our present address, seemingly the dining room, which we use as our bedroom, though in this case, it could be a subliminal infusion of where my physical body is in reality as I sleep.

There is a website (name unknown) where I had a musical album stored for a month or two. I am listening with headphones. There is a large photograph of a rocket launch on the wall, which is implied to represent the cover art for the song (or possibly the whole album). It is to the right of my view. Additionally, there is another monitor, more to the center of my view, which displays the website’s main page. Although the rocket in the image looks realistic, much of the background appears somewhat like an oil painting, with uneven patches of darker and lighter blue.

In contrast, the setup to listen to my music is on the opposite side of the monitors. I listen to the beginning of my song and hear only two sustained mid-range notes as the supposed introduction. Apparently, the website has a rating system for different songs, but this is only a vague thought. I am aware of a Giorgio Moroder influence on all the tracks (and yet I do not pick up on the dream state indicator of his song “Together in Electric Dreams”, a trait of my non-lucid dream self that suggests exclusive synaptic gating even when obvious dream state indicators are otherwise rendered).

There is a time period where I watch a short movie that represents one of my songs, which seems based on some sort of odd science-fiction story about “howling”. A large spaceship (reminding me of the 1978 Battlestar Galactica in overall shape) with lots of satellite dishes on top is approaching another planet. There are satellite dishes everywhere on the planet. This is what the “howling” is related to, that is, the satellite dishes “howling” at each other, the backstory and reason unknown.

Over time, the sound is not loud enough and sometimes drops out. I move the left side headphone connection somewhat, and the wire just falls out. This makes me very annoyed. I take off my headphones and notice an apparent previous attempt to fix the other side. There is a small mess of entangled and looped copper wire on the right side. I talk about throwing out my headphones, saying, “even though they cost a hundred dollars” (which is incorrect as they actually cost over four hundred dollars in reality).

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The headphones are related to the subliminal awareness of being unconscious and not fully discerning real-life environmental noises. The headphone wire coming out of the left side is precursory to hearing less illusory dream-rendered audio (as waking-oriented autosymbolism is usually directed to my dream self’s right if I am sleeping on my left side).

The rocket launch image is typical autosymbolism for the emergence of my conscious self identity as the waking precursor as well as the energy of my real physical body, which the dream self is otherwise primarily unaware of in unconsciousness. (Virtually all vehicles in dreams; cars, boats, airplanes, rockets, and so on; subliminally represent the specific essence of the physical body and specific association with physical dynamics, each vehicle depending on the level of awareness in unconsciousness, and dreamers who pay any attention at all will easily realize this fact even without the level of disclosure I have in understanding auto-scripting and receiving hypnopompic disclosure. Ultimately, this is a no-brainer, as the word “vehicle” itself is used to mean the physical body.)

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