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Here is just the text from the dreams (without the drawlings)

Round 1 of Dreams

There was something with some people on a raft earlier in the dream.

There was something really cool I couldn’t put into words about a powerful being.

I remembered my sister drawing smiley faces in my Nana’s back yard.

One had the top of the circle curled over like on the left. The others had different versions of a lowercase U like on the right.

She also drew a lizard. It said, “My name is dinner.”

Round 2 of Dreams

I had a dream of being at the Arboretum.

Then I left the arboretum. And drove kind of crazily. I pulled out across 4 lanes and in front of a truck going the other direction.



Then I also backed into a building and it got smashed. But then I rewinded it somehow. I don’t think I was lucid. Eventually the dream shifted.

Then I was with these people telling lucid dream stories. I didn’t know it was a dream. There was something about waiting for a shower.

I had to solder something or do some kind of machine work that created a smell. When the other people got back they complained. We were out doors but I still put a fan on to blow the smell away.

Then I was taking out the garbage too because I felt bad about the smell. I overhead one of the rich people talking about eating lint from the couch. Or licking it. I think they were trying to get me to lick the couch lint.

Then I was at a mall. I had boxers on but not pants. I was holding my tan khaki pants and looking for a place to put them on.

There was a thing about needing to consult with agents from the bank. They were waiting around on some couches for people to come do their appointments.

I found a mall computer and started filling in the form. It seemed like it would be easier that way.

I remember seeing that in my dream. I had to confirm my information. Then they detected I was at a computer and came to me.

They wanted me to pay them 1500 dollars a year for my bank account. I was thinking how I will probably have to change banks. I really needed the bathroom so I had to desperately seek a bathroom before I could finish my form and have an appointment. I was afraid to leave my personal information up on the mall computer.

I walked by these dog cages looking for a place to go to the bathroom. Then there was a hairy school bus outside.

I said, “Nice hairy bus!” And a guy poked his head out of the window. “Thanks!” Said the guy.

Then I went left and it seemed like I was in the back of a haunted house. My high school gym teacher was at the bottom of some steps. I passed through there, thinking he wouldn’t let me. But he was fine with it. Seeing high school teachers is a dream sign.

Then I saw a woman who I went to college with. I asked her if she would go with me on a date. She said, “Give me a day, a date, a time, and a place!” But I didn’t have one. I thought, oops, was I supposed to?

Then I woke up. I was thinking if I could ask for her number, and call her when I think of a “day, date, time and place”. Then I realized it was a dream and began recalling it.

I drifted back to sleep one more time and had a dream of being by this house outside. To the left was a stream. I was on the phone with my friend, talking about some stuff. I was also walking around peeing.

I woke up in my bed again and thought I had wet the bed for sure. However I didn’t want to move because then I might dislodge the dream. So I stayed still and thought it through. It turned out I hadn’t wet the bed. Thank FHQWHGADS!

Round 3 of dreams

I fell asleep pretty consciously this time. One dream flash was of a tan beverage and nutrition facts.

Woke up briefly.

dreamed I worked in a restaurant.

Woke up briefly.

Dreamed I was in college. And thinking of going to audit a class on dreams. Then I was in a class on dreams. The teacher was giving a lecture. Some guys next to me did something funny like hijacking the lecture.

Then I was shuffling blue books with a woman from the class. She spoke very softly and I could barely hear her.

Then I had a false awakening that it was around 7 A M. And there was tons of noise. I went to look if my Dad was home. He wasn’t but there was a big red truck out front. In the back yard they had all this equipment going. They were laying out sod. I got mad because it distracted me from my dream recall.

Woke up briefly, glad it had just been a dream.

Then I dreamed of being at my old house’s kitchen with some food. I sat on some pine needles outside. There was glass in the pine needles so I went to put my shoes on. There was food in my shoes. I ate the food and then realized that was probably not the cleanest. I felt kind of sick.

Woke up briefly again, glad it was just a dream. I decided to hold all the dreams in my head and stay still, to keep dream chaining.

This was where I started to get lucid in them. I dreamed of these cartoon characters. And I dreamed I had a camera that could take pictures from my dreams. And I would see them when I woke up. So I got really excited about that.

Woke up briefly again…

Then I was walking towards an empty playground. There was a retainer (for teeth) on a slide thing that reminded me of mine. I figured a kid had left it there. When I looked back it was in a blue case. I tried to move it somewhere safer for the time being.

Then I looked out onto the neighborhood for some people to tell. A mom was at the door as her daughter left for school. I walked up to them.

The daughter said, “You can’t punch me any more!” The mom had purple under her eyes. I was like, “Uh oh. Good thing I’m here to distract the mom a little.” I told them about the retainer.

The Mom pulled the door knob and the whole door came off. She put the door to the side like it was weightless. That plus the dream chaining got me lucid. But I decided to finish what I had set out to do before I had become lucid.

The daughter left and the mom went to look toward the empty playground. Then I woke up.

Laid there recalling the dream until one more started.

I was working in a Restaurant Again. My job was a bus boy but instead of a pitcher of water, I had a pitcher of tan bean soup stuff. One of the pitchers was made out of a taco shell.

So I carried the beans out and poured them in people’s cups. One couple said “Charles, more beans please!” I gradually realized this was a dream, especially from having dreamed of it earlier.

I decided to play along. I said, “Okay, so I just pour the beans in your cup, right?” They looked like almonds.


Round 4 of dreams

One vague dream

Went back to sleep hoping for dream chain

Woke up not remembering any other dreams

Notes

My dream recall and lucidity are improving again. I thought they took a little dip for a few days.

Morning of April 23, 2018. Monday.



While lying in our bed early this morning, I enter light sleep paralysis, which automatically brings me joy, a sense of well-being, and enhanced senses, though there is no imagery. I try to will the rising sensation I usually get upon focusing on this state, which usually begins with a tingling all over my body and an eventual sense of floating. This occurs and I feel weightless. I am aware of Zsuzsanna on my left. I try again. A second wave of tingling pleasure fills me.

Believing I am at least partly awake now (but still in a vivid dream state), I see a few random comic strip panels as if floating above me, facing downward. I read some words and word patterns, most of which are the typical gibberish, but the letters are very clear. One end panel says “TWIN” and below that, “TWN”. Another end panel begins with “Dream interpretation is misrepresentation…”.

I believe I am talking to Zsuzsanna about what I had seen, though my eyes are closed for a time. There is a real awakening of which quickly falls back into a false awakening. I seem to be in the Stadcor Street backyard (where we have not lived in years) in late morning, even though it also seems we are inside our present home in bed in semidarkness. (Being aware of two different lighting schemes simultaneously is not that common in my dreams, though it is basically just another aspect of bilocation caused by the conscious self identity being in the dream state.) I still believe that a part of me is awake enough to communicate with Zsuzsanna. A tingling moves through my body again and there is also a flashing. My hand is flashing as well. There is a very intense enhanced awareness. However, looking at the sky, I see a Klingon Bird-of-Prey hovering over the house and a 1950s flying saucer farther to the left. I laugh at my inability to realize that I had not stayed awake during this time. I then wake for a short time for real. My sexuality seems exponentially increased. I am going to have to play around and take advantage of the dream state for a little longer.

Still in very pleasant light sleep paralysis, I decide to augment the state again and hold my conscious self awareness intact as much as I can. I am then in the bedroom on Barolin Street (where we have not lived since 2008 - the house no longer there in reality). I deliberately become incorporeal for a time and decide to try a typical door experiment. I move through the house toward the front door, which is now a large locked steel vault door. I fly as fast as I can will myself to, headed straight to it. As I know it is a dream, and what the door represents (a liminal space barrier between different levels of consciousness and unconsciousness), I realize that one of two events will happen. Either I will wake upon reaching the door, or I will enter an even higher state of apex lucidity by phasing through it. The latter happens. Time seems to slow down and I phase through the door, enjoying the event. I marvel at the beauty of the event and my enhanced clarity of mind.

After phasing through the steel door, I find myself in front of an unfamiliar house late at night, looking back at the other side of the door. From here, I decide to walk and also to bring about daylight.

I reach an area with about ten people to my left, mostly sitting along the side of the road. Most of them are partly undressed. It might be some sort of family gathering. Being in apex lucidity, the dream characters are a bit “off” and “glitchy”. I am looking for Zsuzsanna or a reasonable facsimile of her. I see a girl sitting on an embankment but realize that it is not her. I notice that all of the people have small areas of odd patchy and scaly darker skin. This may be a RAS hybrid of snake (the core RAS modulation factor) and personification.

The preconscious (as an unknown male of about thirty) takes form and walks toward me and I am very annoyed, as I do not want to wake up yet. I immediately split him in two with the power of my thoughts and the sides fall in opposite directions. His partner comes over and seems upset. She looks down at the ground and seems unsure of what to say. I decide to will the pieces back together and walk off to another area.

I summon a sexual encounter. It seems to be a version of Zsuzsanna at first, but soon turns out not to be. She is wearing a cat costume. Unfortunately, she also expects me to interact with her virtual pet first, that she pulls out of a cloth bag, which is little more than a Fleshlight with a toy stuffed cat sewn around it. This greatly annoys me and I go elsewhere. (Otherwise, a cat is an emergent consciousness factor, though remains on the preconscious side of the door of liminal space.)

The people in this new area, half open building, half outdoors, are now taking on a more realistic appearance. Girls walk through a hall in a building of an unknown purpose. I am not sure if it is meant to be a college, hospital, train station, or all of the above. I summon Zsuzsanna and we indulge in pleasure, though I do not undress her. I go through the motions of undoing my pants (which is very strange as I am not dressed in reality and my faux conscious self model should know this). My manhood phases into her (through her clothes) as she leans back against the edge of a wall where a large room is to the left and the hall is to the right and we move together for several minutes. I have zero interest in the people walking around, though they do not regard us anyway. As I wake, I am holding Zsuzsanna close.

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Created Sunday 22 April 2018

Got a few LDs to note today. There's some important details that have been lost while I was recalling some of these.

Dream 1 - Dark and Light Dream Series

Scene 1 - Something's Up with f.lux
The visuals were blurred. I falsely awaken in bed. As a housemate was supposedly up and about, I assumed it was already morning. Disappointed, I get up to write notes in my laptop. Noticed f.lux wasn't running, which did raise suspicions a bit. Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Fell Serenity
The visuals were blurred. Another false awakening in bed, only with lucidity. I felt tired, so I waited for a transition. Suddenly, a strange being appears from below, a rather tall demoness, her skin alabaster and hair slate. She takes me on her lap, then held me in an embrace. This felt quite serene... well, until she started biting down on my throat. It wasn't painful, but still kinda distracting, if oddly comforting.

I try keeping focused for the next two minutes, but eventually drift off. Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - Brief Mall Assault
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a busy mall. I float around all over the place, passing a bathroom, then entering a parking lot. There, I was ambushed a hostile (unknown, likely forgotten). To retaliate, I rained down a bunch of energy beams, all while floating well away from their reach.

Unknown transition. There was a brief scene about a video game review. Then, another transition.

Scene 4 - Aura of Light and Dark
The visuals were dimmer. I was in the living room of an unknown apartment of small home, the constructions made of dark wood. Got lucid again, somehow. To anchor myself, I charge an aura. This seemed to require a lot more effort than usual, up to forcing it out through tensing up and screaming. Initially yellow in color, I then willed the aura into a purple color, all to see my 'dark side'.

Things deteriorated. I woke up briefly, then DEILDed into another scene.

Scene 5 - April 2018 TOTM Bonus Task and Some Other Stuff
The visuals were slightly blurred, but got clearer with time. Another false awakening, with lucidity from the start. I walked out the front door, then launched myself to the cloudy dawn sky above. Along the way, I made repeated utterances for time to dilate, with inconclusive results. Things deteriorate into an overcast void while I was crossing through a nimbus. I hurried my ascension, before finally, I made it up to the blue.

Far below, and partially obscured from the clouds, was a large tropical island. Certain patterns could be made in areas bare of foliage, but I couldn't make sense of it. I think to explore there, but hesitated when I remembered not getting a TOTM done in a while. Of the tasks, I could only recall synesthesia. So, I point to the clouds, and 'sap' the white color out of them, so to speak. I then drink the resulting inky light. Well, part of it, anyway, as it tasted unbearably iron-y and bitter, probably even toxic.

I ignore the island in favor of a personal task: finding the Backyard. Thought the best place to look was up in space. I tried flying higher up. But, upon reaching the stratosphere, I was barred from going further by an unseen force. Repeated tries at crashing through proved ineffective. Such frustration went on until I woke up and out of the dream loop.

Dream 2 - At The Backyard's Entrance?

The visuals were quite dim and blurred. I was standing at my backyard during the dead of night. The ground was bare of the usual decorative stones and plant life, replaced with drab earth. All of such made me quickly realize the dream.

Again, I tried taking off into space. I managed a hundred stories in a single bound, but found it exceedingly difficult to stay aloft. So, I then boosted my launch with silvery energy beams. Although I could sustain these projectile, they didn't seem to get me any higher, at best just slowing my subsequent descents. Still, I kept at it. In time, I 'bounced' higher and higher with each jump. Eventually, I also added my shooting energy from my feet. This gave just the right push to finally blast off.

Ah, sailing the cosmos again, going at such speed to pass by stars in seconds. It's always a wondrous experience. But, I was too preoccupied to appreciate the sight for long. After a bit of searching, I spotted an unusual object, what appeared as a giant, golden holographic clock. Various hoops were aligned around its circumfrances, possibly more clocks in their own right. Was this what I was looking for? I made my way towards it, but oddly, I couldn't get any closer. I even tried flying backwards, to no effect.

Kinda lost focus from that point. Unknown transition. Some non-lucid scene with clips of a supposed new Mortal Kombat game, of which had Sol Badguy (known only as Mr. Badguy) as a playable character. Don't recall anything else until I woke up.

Splash of Pink

I was inside a classroom feeling like i was 5. I had been put on timeout for some reason. As i looked in front of me a large picture book appeared and charlie brown began to read different objects on the book with a narrative to it. I didn't recall what he said though.

Next I was normal again and looking at a dry eraser board in the classroom. Suddenly someone threw a splash of pink color at it. I was like "what the heck?". Than got up and picked up a pink lip stick that was on the board under the liquid and began to use it. After that i turned and left the classroom.

Blue Rice

I was walking with my dad in the street when he pointed out a bowl of rice on the floor. I picked it up and began to eat it because i was hungry but than i noticed blue paint was subtley in it. "Could it be poison?" I thought but in the end i disregarded it because i was hungry. Afterwards my dad pointed out sushi as well but i couldn't find it.

Fast forward and I'm now in front of a house i thought was mine but it looked simple, stretched and the front was different. I wanted to go inside but my mom appeared and i forgot what happened next.

Aggressive Dcs

I was like 15 years old in this dream and was walking up a hill when i noticed the bus passing by. I wanted to take it but i decided to take my phone out to message someone. That's when a tall slender guy wearing a turtle neck passed me by telling his friend what the password to get into my internet network was.(It wasn't my real password or name)He said the name and the password was TrulyP. I got mad because i felt they were stalkers that could compromise the saftey of my family.

His friend crossed the street in his orange sweater so i took the opportunity to try and take his phone away. "I can change my password but what if they try to do something bad before than. I can call 911 but than they'll get away"is what i thought until i shouted for him to delete my info. I was able to take away his phone but i hesitated cause i felt he could cause me harm.

He wrestled with me for a bit till the dream changed to a fusion of my home and his home. I felt he had the upper hand here now and looked at his phone to see a icon called gunscopy. He tried programming the gun to shoot me so i fearfully ran behind the door like a idiot. I just wanted to go home now.


When he shot me i became semi lucid cause i was unharmed and his form changed. I chopped his wrist angrily with my hand for attempting to hurt me for no reason and told him it would only make me stronger. He followed along in a non aggressive manner after that.


1982

I appeared in a big apartment building that had been hit by a hurricane. There were a lot of broken toys, mostly red outside. I walked inside unsure of what or who would appear. There was a lady and a little boy who entered. Than another little boy followed. I moved into the hall instead of staying at the entrance area.

The walls were now gold instead of white and the carpet was red. A group of dream characters barged in crazily. I continued till i found a bedroom where a girl was mixing a bowl of cake batter. There was a tape on the bowl that said 1932. "What date is that?" I asked. She replied "1982". It switched to that number than i looked somewhere else and it ended there.

Swift Portal To Dawn

I was thinking of someone guiding me to Dawn. First I was in a white void than i was in what seemed like a cave where the wind blew heavily. I was pushed to a scene where small brown creatures popped up happyily but than i arrived at the end of the cave where a blue rectangular emerald necklace hung in the middle of the wall.

After thinking of Dawn more i was whisked away to a room that looked like my current room but there was a mattress instead of my bed.Dawn was present and asked me what i wanted. I didn't really know what i wanted to do now so i asked for a hug. He hugged me tight and i thought about how it feels like a real hug. Than i woke up. I forgot about the palace at the time>. <

It seems I’ve gone to a bank to figure out why I can’t get my checking account hooked up with Paypal. They’ve given me a form to fill out—I’m sitting at a large table with a few other customers scattered around it while a female employee stands behind a desk at one end of the room.

But the form is proving quite frustrating. All the questions are so unclear that I keep having to call the woman over to explain what information it’s asking me for. And it seems that a lot of what it’s asking for is other people’s information—relatives, friends, people who would be able to do a particular thing for me.

I call the woman over to explain yet another question—it claims to be questions 4 through 10, although it seems to be a simple yes or no question. What’s this one asking me for? She tells me that one doesn’t actually count for anything, and I can write anything I want there. Well, fine then. I write: “yes?/no!” below it. The woman seems a little dubious. But if it doesn’t matter, then presumably it doesn’t have to make sense. Besides, I say, how often do you get the chance to answer a question like that? And she seems to accept that.

I had hoped to have this matter settled today, but since I’m going to have to get in touch with so many people to get the information I need to fill the form out, it looks like it’s going to drag out for a while longer. But then it dawns on me: this thing is making me think about the ways I’m connected with other people. Could it be that that’s what this was really about?

Later that night, in a different dream, I’m going to a place like a big department store with a group of people. A lot happened in this one, but in the only part I can remember well, we have all met up at a café that's part of some larger space. We sit at a couple small, round tables to one side of the counter. There are some nice-looking pastries on display, but I don’t recall anyone actually ordering food.

I was hoping to sit next to Katya, but she ended up at the other table, and other people sat down there before I could move over. Instead, I seem to be sitting beside an old schoolmate, someone I haven’t seen or even thought about since we were both 10. We talk about life back then. She mentions a particular boy, saying she remembers I had a lot of classes in common with him. I can’t remember whether I did or not. It’s not something I would have taken note of. I say that I remember having a lot of classes in common with another boy, though. She doesn’t remember who he is at first. But then she says, “Oh, the one with the naked fairy dream?” This is referring to the dream records that are displayed here in this café. It seems they were collected by Judge what’s-his-face from some of the students back then as part of some project—maybe like a public display of kids’ artwork, like you see sometimes— and by some massive coincidence, they ended up here, where we are.

I have my bouzouki in my lap, in its case. I’m thinking of taking it out and playing it. It would have nothing whatsoever to do with anything that happened in the past, and that would be nice.

22.4.18

I was convicted of a sex crime and dealt 3 weeks in prison based on flimsy charges and an unfair trial (Just a dream, nothing like this happened irl). The dream started right as I arrived at my cell. My mother was tearfully accompanying me to my cell and she lingered for a bit before the staff made her leave. It wasn't really a prison, and it wasn't really a jail. It looked and felt more like a mental institution to me. My cell was located right behind the front office of the building, behind a bulletproof glass and the front desk employee. The cell was fairly large, with an open door to the other cells, a bathtub, and a chair. Quite unusual indeed. The floors were carpet and the only wall was padded. The was a few children in the area, as well as a few elderly folk, and one or two people in their forties who seemed to be checked out of reality. The kids were playing, the old folk were chatting away as old friends, and I was sitting in a chair moping about how unfair the trial was, and how I didn't even get to change my clothes. I was only going to be here for 3 weeks, but I so didn't deserve to be here. I thought I'd focus on my dreams during this time and dream of the freedom that was soon to come.

A few days passed, and a good friend of mine decided to visit. I don't know him in my waking life, but we sure knew each other in this dream. He was a black man with a goatee and dreadlocks. He was very kind and honest, and he had a passion for music. He agreed that the trial was not just, and he wanted me to know it by singing me a song he had written about me. He started with some beatboxing, and I tried to talk him out of it. His singing would surely get the two of us in trouble for disturbing the environment. As he started the song I stopped protesting. He sang a familiar tune, but it is not one I recognize whilst awake. However, he had the words changed to reflect my situation and used my name in the chorus, so that was neat. As expected though, he did get caught and was evicted by the staff. He was banned from the building for a total of 3 weeks plus fines for "damages" and "crimes."

I reflected on what had happened, while sitting again in my chair moping about my life (how depressing..). Those aforementioned kids mentioned earlier started taking and playing with some toys I had sitting on a table in front of me. I protested at first, but then realized I really didn't need them anymore and I let them have the toys. Fast forward to an evening that I am not sure is that one or a later one. I was alone in my cell. Everyone else was asleep, nobody was near. I was soaking in the bathtub still in my clothes. The water was draining, and I looked to my right to see my dog lying next to the tub. I thought it quite peculiar that they let me have my dog with me in prison. The tub then changed appearance. The side of the tub became the back of a sofa. The dog had then gotten soaked by the draining water from the tub, and then made a scene that caused the staff to come check out what was going on. I was afraid my dog had caused me to get a longer sentence, but after some explaining they seemed to buy the idea that it wasn't my fault.

Fast forward to the next morning, where my dogs were no longer present and a nurse brought me a small bowl. I first thought it was a bowl full of meds that was being passed to everyone, but before I could really question it the nurse stuck something in my mouth and pressed it against my gums. It had a very distinct taste. I asked the nurse what it was, and what purpose it served as I tried to keep it pressed against my gums. She said it was just a ginger lolipop to act as a breath mint since my breath really smelled...I knew the taste was familiar! I didn't protest to the bad breath and explained to her my poor dental hygiene is an issue that builds on itself. If you aren't in the habit, then your teeth start to rot, then it hurts to get in the habit until you get the teeth worked on, which in turn hurts and costs money, etc.

The scene shifted to another evening. It shouldn't be long now before my sentence would be over I thought, as I sought out a bathroom to relieve myself. The other prisoners, or patients as it seemed, were all getting ready for a dinner that was being served in the other room. The thought came across my mind that maybe my sentence was not 3 weeks and maybe this wasn't a prison at all. Maybe it really was a psych ward and I would be trapped here for the foreseeable future. I quickly dismissed the thought until I heard a ruckus from the other room. There was a discussion on television between Billy Graham and another person of importance about my particular situation. It got quite heated and very political, and somehow it escalated all the way to the United Nations. I walked out of the bathroom and when I went outside it was a different building I was in. There was 3 stories and it was very open with many windows. I took a seat at a long conference table as I listened to those in the room discussing the situation. The original patients were all gone now, and I was surrounded by people in business suits. Someone had declared that this issue was to be taken seriously, and to defend against those who would argue in the negative. A group of assassins entered the building and I associated them with the group Talon from Overwatch. A fight broke out and I saw a massive Roadhog appear by me to protect me. He had to have been at least 8 feet in stature, and very wide. He was so realistic I was paralyzed in awe. He used his hook to grab hold of an enemy and I woke up.

Earlier these weeks only had a couple Jamie dreams. In one i was wandering around toronto looking for her. In another i was playing a chopin waltz on piano and she was nearby. Others were kind of too personal to post.

Not without my dog.

A dream of going on a giant boat ship. I realized i didn't have my dog with me. The dream rewound and I was in a house with my dog. I ran around looking for his leash. I go on the ship before it left but somehow my dog got left behind again. I went to the captain's deck and told them to go back for my dog. The guy said ,"yeah yeah."

It rewound again and i got my dog on the ship and we took off.

This is my PDF version with the drawings in-line. Otherwise the drawings will be at the end of the post.
2018-04-22 dreams and drawings.pdf


Round 1 of Dreams
The first time I woke up I just remembered a little bit. One was something of a lucid dream cycle and they mentioned the Lucid Saint. It wasn’t refering to the podcast but it made me think of it. Also there was something in my sister’s
room but I couldn’t remember any more.
Round 2 of Dreams
These got a little more dreams going on. I remember my friend had 4 hero sandwiches. He offered me some. I didn’t
want one because I had already had dinner. Even though I felt hungry I would rather wait until breakfast.
I remember talking to him about how he was going to teach foam rolling. He was wondering if he should speak in the “I” or “You”
Position, something that always confuses me. When I put on my sun glasses, my vision got a lot clearer.
I had an app on my phone. He told me the code was 1-2-2-2-2-2-… And more 2’s, to get a special app. So I typed that in but it was
hard to press the touch screen.
We had an audio book playing with a heavy bass instrumental. Some women upstairs wanted us to turn it down so we turned off the instrumental part. I’m not sure if there
was anything else in that dream.
Round 3 of dreams
There was something with a bee type of thing that scared me.
This was a long one. I dreamed that we had to go on a trip. But we were taking a short bus ride home. My friend was
throwing a pill around and picking it up.
I remember I was talking to someone about Astral Projecting. And to go if it feels safe but not to go if it doesn’t. Then I dreamed of my body going to sleep paralysis and being unsure if it was safe or not. But a
light flickered in the loft that seemed paranormal. That was when I knew it was a dream. But I didn’t know it was a dream within a dream!
So then a female fell or jumped down from the ceiling and onto my friend.
At first this scared me. But it turned out okay.
I woke up from that dream but it was still a dream when I woke up. Another friend was there and he had a girlfriend. She had black hair with a big red dyed part and wore denim.
My friend went in the other room and she talked about how I don’t need to be some iron man. I kind of knew what she meant. Then we went out onto the roof. It overlooked water.
I got the feeling she might be a smoker. So I hinted, “I give points to help people
quit smoking.” I said this as a way to gauge her reaction as if she smoked or not. Worried that if she was a smoker, it would be a problem that she came around. I didn’t know it was a dream any more.
It turned out she was a smoker. My friend came
out. They were sitting together in a sky light. I started to tell my friend she smokes. He said that’s not okay. I felt relieved that he wouldn’t condone her smoking.
Then she started to try to kiss him. I felt like this was a way of her trying to
manipulate him to get him to change his mind. I felt threatened by this so I kept saying, “Don’t listen to her! She is an evil, manipulative addict! She is just trying to manipulate you!”
Her eyes began to glow red. I didn’t know it was a dream, so I was so
surprised at this. “Look! Her eyes are even turning red!” And they did. First just the pupils but then her whole eyes. I tried to draw a picture but it was too scary. Her teeth got sharp and her face morphed a little, like Monster Form of Frieza almost. Like a venus fly trap mouth.
I was sure I had talked my friend out of having her over. But then she began to come towards me. She slowly inched towards me
and I backed away. She was holding some writing utensils. It seemed like she was going to stab me with them. I thought of going to hide behind the door.
It turned out to be such a fearful dream that I consider it my first official nightmare in a while. I have
a high thresh hold for what I consider a night mare but this was truly one. In fact even while I was awake and recording the dream, I felt like I could see her face in my mind. I felt like if I opened my eyes, she would actually be there in my physical room.
Round 4 of Dreams
It took a little while to fall asleep. I had some sniffles developing. But I had a dream that ended with this green candle wax man holding a green candle. He lit the candle, and began to melt along with the candle.
I couldn’t remember the parts of the dream before that.
A dream flash happened where two kids in green
coats were flying towards me. With their backs facing me. I got startled and woke up.
Empty hoodie: I was at the mall. There was something about getting ice cream before they closed the metal gate thing. I got locked into a jail cell thing.
I might have got lucid but I didn’t put this in my L D count because I’m not sure if I was. I saw myself in a mirror. I had on a brown hoodie. But where my head and hands should have been, I had only a black void.
I squeezed out from between the jail cell bars and a friend carried me upstairs.
Stop Smoking/ High fence arboretum: In this dream I was walking through the part of the arboretum near the mulch piles. I actually smelled smoke. I rarely have a sense of smell in dreams but in this one, I did. The fences were high picket fences, not there in waking life. I didn’t know it
was a dream though. I looked around to see what trail it was coming from. Up around the bend? Behind me? To the left?
I yelled out stop smoking twice and heard a cough. It was from behind me. A guy with a dog. He yelled back, “It’s a disease!” I tried to run away. Then I woke up with a startle. Lots of emotionally intense dreams tonight.
Round 5 of Dreams
My sister asked me to do the dishes. So I helped her out with those.
There was a commercial of a guy in a foreign zoo. I felt a sense of dream de ja vu. I felt surprised at how long the commercial went. That’s what was funny
about it. It took up so much time. The guy joked around with some animals. Then he stood on a log and put his arms overhead like a bear. And some bears imitated him.
Baby commercial:
There was a commercial with a woman and a baby.
Then another woman sang a song about how other people can have their issues but you can be free of yours. In a nice yodely voice.
I had a little false awakening after that. The commercial draems were
funny because I felt like I saw them before.
Notes
I got more details on my voice recorder but this was just off the top of my head. What I notice is more of the dreams from my final
sleep cycles tend to be the ones that I remember easily the next day and can draw drawings from. The earlier dreams I don’t remember until I listen to them (more often).

Nothing much happened for the first three days (Day 66 to 68). Being suddenly woken up in the morning really screws with my recall.

Day 69:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:40 AM


Dream 72: Cut Finger

For some reason I can't quite explain, I reached for the knife and cut myself on my finger. It was a searing, burning pain. God, I hated it.


Dream 73: Falling Deeper Into Sleep

In my bedroom, nighttime. The lamp is on and the TV has been turned off. I hop right into bed after turning the lamp off. A maelstrom of random and incoherent thoughts swirled around me when I was near sleep, but I can't really remember any of it.


Dream 74: Chameleo-guin

This one was a bit random.

So, a penguin is trying to avoid capture by four robots (One of which is a walking trash can). First he hid in a filing cabinet, with the trash can bot walking by him, and then he hid inside of a picture frame, disguising himself as a dove. Once the robots went past, he decamouflaged himself and hopped out of the picture frame. One of the robots finds him and sets off an alarm letting the others know he's there.

Then the dream ended.


Day 70:

Nothing much to report.


Day 71:

Fell asleep at: 11:40 PM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 75: Yer Me Best Mates

The dream centered around me (A sort of omnipotent force in the dream) trying to save a pirate ship from a bundle of dynamite that was placed on the ship. I couldn't for the life of me find the explosive. And when I did, I discovered it wasn't a stick of dynamite after all, but a modern-day explosive, so splashing seawater onto it wasn't going to make it any better.

I then switched to first person POV. The rest of the pirate crew was solemnly watching the night sky, almost in horrid anticipation of when the bomb was going to explode. One of the pirates was even playing music on a guitar. It was oddly relaxing, but we knew the end was coming.


Day 72:

Fell asleep at: 12:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 76: Yet another failed RC

I'm pacing around the parking lot in front of the band hall, trying to do reality checks. I do the nose plug RC and breathe in some air from it, but ultimately disregard it. I do the finger through palm RC, but that didn't work at all.

I also remember stumbling into the locker room, but then immediately walking back out.

After all that I end up in my sister's car along with my brother. He talks to her about some award he got, and I immediately tune him out.

Morning of April 22, 2018. Sunday.



I am on the porch of the Loomis Street house in late morning. There is conversation relating to my oldest son. Zsuzsanna is present. I find a narrow cardboard box that is just large enough to hold a human forearm. Inside are two bones, both from human arms, but also deformed, with at least one or two miniature arm bones growing out of the first. This puzzles me, but I realize it is from when our son was being given human remains, as he is a doctor (not in real life) and this relates to his medical training and writing of essays. Apparently, a slow-witted woman had donated her son’s body to medical science after he died.

I go into the house (still the Loomis Street house). Looking out beyond the doorway of what should be the north bedroom is an outdoor setting instead. Our son is sitting near a corner of the house. Two unfamliar young people, male and female, walk about near one other unfamiliar person. Loud heavy metal music is playing. Our son begins to talk to me, but it is not him (though my dream self does not consider this). It is actually Johnny, a close friend from school days, who had said he wanted to be a doctor when he left school.

Eventually, my dream self becomes distracted and RAS mediation more fully kicks in. RAS is rendered as a brown bear that tries to come in from the front door to the porch (thus implying the typical doorway waking symbolism established when I was a toddler over fifty years ago). I am not scared (as I am likely subliminally aware of being asleep as with the majority of my dreams that are not viably lucid). Still, I do not want the brown bear getting into the house. I manage to close the door and keep it closed. (I have no focus on the doorway erroneously open to the outside from the north wall of the dining room.)

From here, I go to the back of the house, where another large brown bear sees me and runs away, just managing to squeeze through the back door, to close it behind him.

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Faux lucidity is implied due to the odd RAS mediation dynamics, though it is usually not related to liminal dream control as it seems to be here. The part with the arm bones was from lying on my arm to where it had become numb.

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The earliest scene I recall was of a group of 4 police officers reporting to a scene of another officer about to jump off a tall building. The officers were all walking with one hand on their belts and the other ready to grab their gun. The officer on the building fell off the building head first and died on impact. It looked like he was forced off instead of jumping by choice.

I then recall the police showing up at my door. The house was actually one I lived in about 6 years ago. It was a trailer home with a storage unit. The officer told me I needed to come with them, as there appears to have been a robbery at our location. Another officer stayed with my family to brief them on the situation. I checked our storage unit and sure enough it was broken in and cleaned out. The cop gave me a firearm and a short safety lesson on how to use it. I already have gone through gun safety before, so he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know. I get in his car and the dream scene shifts to when we get to the location of the suspected robber. It appears to be a walmart parking lot. The first thing I notice is an ambulance with its siren on and lights shining, pulling away from the store entrance and driving away toward a hospital. The police officer tells be to open the trunk and put on a bullet-proof vest. I oblige, and start putting it on. It feels very heavy. Its a pea green vest that is put on like a button-up shirt. The officer notices a big white van that appears to belong to the robber. We start walking toward it, but it drives away before we get to it. The officer gets all dejected and calls the mission failed. The dream ends as he tells me to hand over the gun as the suspect got away.

I get the feeling that I need to record this interesting dream, so I pull out a recorder and repeat what happened into it. I was dictating the dream in a weird middle eastern accent, meanwhile my mother gave me some reading material on lucid dreaming to check out. I wasn't interested in what she gave me as it was more related to dream interpretation. (This whole section is closely related to my waking life. I just bought 4 lucid dreaming books and this is the first night I have decided to record my dreams first on a voice recorder.)

I recall another dream involving a comedian who looked like Morgan Freeman, but sounded like someone completely different. I wish I could recall the voice to say who it sounded like, but that is something that will remain a mystery it seems. He first told a story of a man who was covered in thick reddish-brown hair. It was like an animal with its rough texture. I dunno what point he was trying to make, but he segwayed it into how we need to be more loving and tolerant toward those who look and sound different to us.

Note for members of DawnEye11's shared dream experiment: I know that it is still Saturday morning over here and you may not have successfully attempted the experiment yet. Be warned that this dream contains accurate details about Gyeongbokgung palace, as well as other details such as the symbol I chose.

Before this dream started, I woke up remembering that I had woke up in the middle of the night writing down an awesome dream in the notes on my phone, so I wouldn't forget. Apparently though, it was a false awakening because when I woke up this morning and checked my phone there was no such note. ㅜㅜ I had focused so much and tried so hard to participate in the shared dream experiment but I hadn't even remembered any of my dreams, except for the false awakening I suppose. I went back to sleep and did a WILD as a last ditch effort. Maybe I should try WILDs more often, they seem to work better for me than DILDs.

I recognized my surroundings as I stood on the sidewalk of a busy 6-lane street in the midst of skyscrapers. I had been here before, and I was sure I was near to Gyeongbokgung palace as I had focused on it for my WILD and I was pretty sure I knew the way from the street I was on. It reminded me of how busy a city with ten million people can be. It was a nice sunny day, probably early fall. There were a lot of cars and a lot of people walking the sidewalks. As I made my way around the block I saw the main gate to Gyeongbokgung palace in the distance across the street. Before I got there I noticed a hanbok (traditional Korean clothing) rental store on my left. It is common for tourists, especially women, to rent hanbok as they tour Gyeongbokrung palace. I had always wanted to try it on but had never done so. I walked into the store and said "한복 하나 입고 싶어요" (I want to try on a hanbok).

A middle-aged Korean man behind the counter asked me, his hand lifted to a rack with several different colored dresses, "어떤 게 마음에 들어요?" (Which one do you like?). I chose a hanbok with a blue top and red bottom. He handed it to me, and without asking me for money simply let me leave with it on. I changed into the hanbok. It didn't come with shoes, so I was wearing sneakers underneath the dress. It didn't look too weird, though, since hanbok is a full-length dress.


This is a basic idea of what it looked like but the top was blue instead of green.

So I crossed the street seeing several tourists and approached Gyeongbokgung palace. At this point the dream started to fade, but as I was lucid I held onto the dream and focused on the palace to root myself in the dream. I walked through the main gate and found myself in the front courtyard. In the middle of the front courtyard I found daises growing in the middle of the courtyard. That was strange since the ground of the courtyard is pretty boring looking uncultivated dirt. I walked through the gate to the left as I heard drums, because I knew that the guards did the march reenactment over there (although they do go through the main courtyard as well). The drum sounds were loud and perfectly synchronized, it was rather impressive. Usually the guards are all wearing different brightly colored uniforms, but in my dream they all wore purple for some reason.

I started to lose lucidity at this point, and I don't remember much of the rest of the dream, but eventually I visited the museum and looked at exhibits such as the king's meal. I love Korean food so this made me hungry. There were many foods represented by the fake set up in the museum, but what I really craved was the king's rice and stew.

I already have everything on my voice recorder. But I decided I would try to write all the dreams I could off the top of my head in the morning too, just to test my memory.

In my first round of dreams there was something about my Uncle mixing butter and Au Jus in a frying pan. Asking me if he was doing it right.

The second round of dreams. Well, it is hard to remember at this point what was from each round of dreams. I recorded dreams 6 or 7 times. There were a few more micro awakenings than usual.

In one set of dreams I was fighting my Uncle. Well, good thing I recorded everything on a voice recorder through the night. I guess by morning my memory isn't that great!

I had a dream of being in a class. I drew something really cool on a chalk board that dissappeared from a certain angle. Also I colored all over my notes and got in trouble. I just put random words but tried to draw the way it looked when I colored all over my paper:

(not the actual words from the dream)



I had a few dreams at a pizzeria. I remember in one dream I gave some friends a ride to their house. Then my friend's older cousin was in the road and he got into my car. I gave him a ride too. He asked if I minded that he smoked. I said I couldn't smell it so I didn't care. He took a plastic bag of apples with him that he said were his. I looked on the seat and there was a cigarette butt. I felt really embarassed because it wasn't mine but I thought he thought it was mine. I didn't get lucid from the cigarette butt dream sign. THERE WOULD NEVER BE A CIGARETTE BUTT IN MY CAR!!! And there was also a bottle of pee in my car and I was embarassed about that too.

Then I saw 3 females and offered them a ride. One's name, I remembered. The other, I actually didn't remember, and felt bad. She said it was something with an S. I think I gave them a ride somewhere, too. It was on the main road near where I live.

Before that I think I was in a gym.

In one of my dreams at a pizzeria, I went in there because my sister needed soap. My Nana and AUnt were there and I was surprised to see them. I started to walk out the other door and I saw cigarette smoke floating up from a guy's hand. I pushed the smoke at him and ran the other way. There was no smell but I didn't catch the dream sign. On the way out, I was still mad, so I yelled, STOP SMOKING. Then the guy chased me. Then it shifted to where there were lots of guys in camoflauge and neon yellow jump suits around. I guess protecting the place, from me, or from him, not sure.



Then I dreamed I was driving around doing my taxes. It was the sixteenth and they were due on the seventeeth. In waking life, I did my taxes earlier in April. In the dream the tax service wanted to charge me 29.99 and I declined.

Then I got to a pizzeria again. This time I was writing a story on a big lap desk that was surprisingly light in weight.

My Nana told me that she always thought I was negative for complaining about cigarette smoke. But now she understands how positive it is, to point out the negativity of the smoke. I was falling asleep, with my head down, but I said I was listening.

Then I realized my Dad was leaving. I got up to go after him. He was making a burrito but all the rice and beans were falling out the other end. A giant pile of rice and beans had accumulate on the floor behind him. oops!

Something with a production anomale creating spiky forks, and Santa claus appearing at the door.

The pizzeria dreams were at R's Pizzeria.

Oh yeah in an earlier dream I lived in an intentional community. There was a feeling that the people there were emotionally healthy and it was easy to talk to them about feelings. I was amazed at how I've tried to recover for so many years but being in a community of other people trying to recover at all times really made a difference.

In my final dream, I got a lucid moment on a dock. I think I was looking at the sky, and something seemed dream like. So I flew up and tried to grab a branch. Then I realized I was really straining, and just relaxed. I closed my eyes and felt myself float down.

Then I was in this place where they were doing an experiment with some people. It was pretty humane, not like some mad scientists or anything. It involved testing different stimuli on the body and it wasn't painful. I remember the blue lined graph with "W-1" next to one wave form and "W-4" next to another, on a black screen.



Then I dreamed I was in the lobby corridor thing, greeting everyone on their way out. At first I was confused why I was there. But then I became lucid and my reaction was to just blend in. So I acted like I worked there, and greeted everyone leaving.

Then when they left I walked in and asked someone, "Hey, do I still work here?" They said yes. I preceded to have some work conversations with other dream figures. I looked down at my shirt and it was similar to theirs. One guy had a big blue hair net on his afro that seemed to grow as we spoke. His four front teeth were missing but I didn't point it out. We talked about the job. I tried to casually explain away how I could have been unsure that I worked there.



Then I had one more dream scene of these red guys in shoulder pads like Saiyan shoulder pads. With pony tails. Jumping 6 feet high to catch basket balls. And landing near a puddle. I think I still was vaguely lucid as a carry over from the previous dream.



Drawing in MS Paint was a lot of fun. I have surrendered my drive to type EVERY DETAIL from my voice recorder because it just isn't humanly possible! But, this was very doable today, and I think it helps exercise my dream memory a little extra. The only thing is, I am motivated now, but I'm aware I could get frustrated again or lose motivation any time. So hopefully I can stay consistent this time instead.

Note: If you are part of DawnEye11's group, avoid reading this entry unless you feel like there may be something that meshes with your own experience.

This was not a lucid dream, but rather semi-lucid.



I am walking about outdoors and see oriental structures at a distance. I wonder if it's Gyeongbokgung Palace from the Shared Dream Experiment. Approach close to it. I see some people pulling in some sort of cart. I slowly walk inside an archway . I see what appears to be couple of guards with swords approach the cart. They walk along side it. These guards wore colorful clothing. I'm actually not sure if they had swords alone. Some seemed to be spear and maybe bows. I'm not sure. It's a bit fragmented. I believe there animals at a distance. Cats or dogs, I'm not sure. I decide to back out at this point thinking "what if it's not a dream?".

Im at Dusty Depot, its a place with 3 hangars and we live in the first one. Its a sunny day and were doibg our daily stuff.

In the past I transformed my brother into a sea dragon and thats where he lives now.

One day I decide to go to the 3rd hangar. Its the hangar where the king lives. When I enter they imediatly grab me and put ly on one of the 5 poles. Its a game where we all die eventually so after a certaint amount of tile I run and jumo into the water thats surrounding the Dusty Depot like it was an island.

I land in the water and I cant breath even though it a dream. I go back up to get some air and swim away underwater. When underwater I meet my long lost brother sea dragon and right before he kills me he recognizes me and throws me around a bit with that laugh.

I come back home but Im on the wanted list now, they want to make a hole in ly nose to put solething trougj and I dont want that. So when the king comes to inspect I kill him and get some good loot from him.

We dress as the king and his servant and go to depot 3. We enter and theyre all reliefed their king is back, I go to the back and play some games but I go to far and they want to kill me again since Im not allowed in that area.

Try number 2, we kill the king fuhrer abd I get amazing loot. When I want to go to depot 3 they already set up an army and arent stopping so I try to kill some buts its oike an army of eggs with shields all around and spears.

I use the kings staff and "the storm" comes from all sides and erases the army. end