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Hi everyone! I think I have successfully taken a day off typing my dreams. I have them all on my voice recorder but I decided to just give myself a break on making the whole PDF thing. Maybe I will go back and do it another day. I'm going to keep voice recording my dreams but give myself a break from making the PDF's until I naturally feel enthusiastic about it again.

Afternoon of May 10, 2018. Thursday.



Although these dreams are documented and at least partly explained in much more detail elsewhere, here is yet another rundown on several dreams of the same basic template. They are all forms of the same waking process autosymbolism but with different preconscious and emergent consciousness factors as well as different depths of liminal dream control. (Liminal dream control is control of the dream state without awareness of being in the dream state. This is due to understanding autosymbolism and the nature of the dream state by way of the virtuous circle effect.)

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The Skunk (August 21, 1965; age 4). Doorway waking autosymbolism (doorway as autosymbolism for the exit point of the dream state). Preconscious Factor (with emergent consciousness correlation): Ambiguous; unfamiliar girl around my age to an uncertain transformation of her being my mother coming in to wake me. RAS modulation factor: Implied by the curious girl wanting to see what sort of creature is in the center of the dark room. Emergent Consciousness Factor: Sleeping skunk that suddenly wakes up forming question mark imagery with the white part of its body. Brief liminal dream control in non-lucidity. My dream self is puzzled by sudden vague lucidity, briefly uncertain if dreaming or awake, thus the floating question mark.

Witch Cat (February 14, 1969; age 8). Doorway autosymbolism transmuted into using the doorway to sustain my dream in non-lucidity. Preconscious Factor: The unfamiliar black cat with human-like intelligence and magical ability. The cat’s head seems to float and move up just in front of my face (from where she is in the doorway) in an eerie startling event - which is my dream self using the waking alert factor to deliberately but liminally sustain my dream - thus transmuting what would otherwise have been the RAS modulation factor of this dream. This is liminal awareness of my own eye movement in REM sleep. As such, the emergent consciousness factor (the presence of the cat) is sustained until my dream fades. (Note that this is only one event of many for this dream.) Mainly influenced by “Bewitched”; the episode “Mrs. Stephens, Where Are You?“ where Serena turns Darrin’s mother into a cat, so this dream can be seen as modulating my dream by borrowing this plot in the liminal goal to keep my mother from waking me.

The Orange Monster (October 30, 1970; age 9). Doorway waking autosymbolism (doorway as autosymbolism for the exit point of the dream state). Preconscious Factor: A hairy orange anthropomorphic monster had knocked on the front door. RAS modulation factor: The threat of a creature of unknown intentions at the door late at night. Emergent Consciousness Factor: The creature turns out to be my brother Jim, who is wearing a Halloween costume. Liminal dream control. Original threat transmuted into a familiar association with my cheerful brother Jim.

November Second Halloween (in three acts) (November 3, 1973; age 12). Doorway waking autosymbolism (doorway as autosymbolism for the exit point of the dream state). Preconscious Factor: My best friend Toby (who remains unseen). RAS modulation factor: The threat of several dogs on the carport, though not a real threat unless I choose to open the door. Emergent Consciousness Factor: The “dogs” turning out to only be flat images on a large poster (photographic) put over the doorway (by Toby) while a cassette of dogs barking was playing on a table on the carport (liminal space setting). On one level, this can easily be seen as liminally modulating my dream over the original RAS modulation, based on many previous dreams where a dog was a challenge to apex lucidity (in my will to lucidly modulate the dream state, as a dog is autosymbolism for obedience).

Surprise Aardvark! (September 19, 1981; age 20). Checkout waking autosymbolism (checkout as autosymbolism for the exit point of the dream state). Preconscious Factor: The implied cashier, though not present, though another dream character (unfamiliar female) goes to the checkout to take the role of the preconscious and drops a book behind the counter. RAS modulation factor: Not directly present, only implied by the “missing” cashier so that I do not “check out” of the dream state in a passive manner. Emergent Consciousness Factor: Sleeping aardvark that wakes up when the book is dropped, perceived as myself, starts talking and walks to the left (a liminal attempt at dream state reinduction). Brief liminal dream control in non-lucidity. The setting implies a library, which validates this as consciousness activation autosymbolism, as the non-lucid dream self does not possess viable reading skills (as most of what is read in the non-lucid dream state changes when looking back at it) or reasoning skills.

Snow Bear (November 17, 1982; age 21). Doorway waking autosymbolism (doorway as autosymbolism for the exit point of the dream state). Preconscious Factor: Polar bear. RAS modulation factor: The threat of the polar bear that I had thus far evaded, including with projected staircase autosymbolism earlier in the dream and even perceiving a setting as upside-down. Emergent Consciousness Factor: Polar bear standing up in doorway when I open it while expecting a mailman delivering a package. Non-lucidity in RAS modulation. The polar bear becoming the preconscious to emergent consciousness factor in this case may be coincidentally based on the typical shift to doorway waking autosymbolism because of environmental noise - evidenced by expecting the mailman autosymbolism, which represents communication between the dream self and the conscious self identity in the waking transition, especially when there is a need to wake and attend to real physical needs or to discern the source of a noise.

Holographic Toy Tiger (March 14, 2016; age 55). Doorway waking autosymbolism (doorway as autosymbolism for the exit point of the dream state). Preconscious Factor to Emergent Consciousness Correlation: Zsuzsanna. RAS modulation factor: Sublimated (as toy tiger). Emergent Consciousness Factor: Stuffed toy tiger. Sustained liminal dream control in non-lucidity (the fake tiger still licks its lips upon seeing Zsuzsanna in the doorway). My dream self tries to safely intensify the dream state by testing tactility, which is here a dream state indicator (subliminal awareness of being in the dream state) as evidenced by the blanket and the “sleeping” tiger (stuffed toy that begins to have living attributes in the last segment). Liminal modulation of the dream state.

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I'm walking about in my studio, which is just a fancy name for my computer room with big TV home theater setup and consoles. I'm lost in thought thinking what to do. I have so much to do, but I feel stagnant. I have enrolled in so many courses online as well. I just couldn't decide what to do and am feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the stuff I set out to do. I stop for a moment and look around.

I notice that the room is completely empty. No home theater stuff, no couch, no computer table or chair. It's all completely empty. It occurs to me immediately I'm in a dream. However, I didn't feel like doing anything. I was feeling indifferent about the realization. I wanted to continue thinking about what I wanted to do. I tried jumping and immediately I started to float about as if there was no gravity. I continued being lost in thought just floating from one end of the room to the other and back again. It was calming to just float and think. I think to myself it would be cool if I can do this in waking.

I decide to get grounded again and place my feet on the floor and suddenly the room changes somewhat. It now becomes a bedroom, but not exactly like my bedroom. It's as if my bed and stuff had been moved into my studio. I look around. That was sort of cool. It was bit dim though without enough light coming in through the windows. It was nighttime. I turn on the lights and sit down on edge of my bed. I didn't feel motivated to do anything. I decide I'll go take a relaxing bath. There is a knock at the door, I reply with "you can come in." It was Kana. She comes in looking surprised to see our studio turned into a bedroom. There was that unmistakable radiance about her, this was not just a Kana dream character. I ask her how she was feeling. She looks at me and tilts her head "Hey, you are lucid..." I look away. I say "Maybe... anyway, I was thinking of taking a bath." She looks puzzled. "In a dream?" she asks. I get up and ask her playfully if she wants to join me. She gets all flustered replying "look who's all grown up now." Of course, I was teasing. Something Kana used to do all the time. The bathtub wasn't nearly big enough for two anyway and I didn't feel like manipulating the dream. Kana says she's gonna nap if I'm not going to do anything. I get up and get undressed and wrap myself in towel. Then I put on light music and place my phone in the basket in the bathroom. I fill up the bathtub and put in some bath salts. I get into the warm bath. It was relaxing. I listen to the music. I never heard the music before. I lean my head back looking at the ceiling wondering what I'm doing. I'm in a lucid dreaming, I can be doing anything else but I had no motivation. I could be hanging out with Kana, but she would realize I'm feeling troubled and I didn't want to worry her. I think about my online courses and which I should prioritize. I still haven't put our life back together since Kana passed away. I get lost in thought. I start to feel drowsy and the dream fades.

Morning of August 21, 1965. Saturday.



In early morning, I am walking through an outdoor maze-like area in an undetermined location with about six other children of whom are unfamiliar. On each side of the old and broken sidewalk are various unusual plants in flower boxes of about two feet high of which are adjacent to the sidewalk. Some of the plants are as high as about three feet, but many seem to be drying out, some stems almost straw-like. Some of the plants seem like oversized sandspurs (Cenchrus), though a few have attractive flowers. The area is possibly an abandoned plant nursery or the forgotten large garden of someone who had moved. There is conversation, but I mostly had only recalled a girl saying something about “the garden bed”.

Someone’s forgotten private garden may more likely be the case, as we eventually seem to be in the unmaintained backyard of a suburban residence.

There seems to be the presence of an unusual odor, firstly thought to be coming from some pale flowers.

We all walk closer to the back of the house. A girl in our small group opens the back door of this house. There appears to be something moving in the darkness in the center of the room. It is seemingly a skunk, but we can only see the white part of it very clearly. I suddenly become aware that it is startled and puzzled by our presence, and curiously, and very interestingly, the white part (body and tail) quickly form a question mark. The formation of the question mark, which seems to hover in the air (though I am still aware that a skunk is there) creates an intriguing sense of awe and surprise upon waking, as if the skunk’s surprise and puzzlement are my own; as if I am the skunk being awakened by the girl in the doorway.

At this last point, I am seemingly also immediately (without implied to have walked here) near the center of the dark room, looking at the white vertical question mark while seeing the girl’s silhouette in the doorway. I eventually consider that it is my mother coming in to look in on me as I am sleeping (a puzzling transformation of the girl around my age suddenly becoming an adult as well as briefly perceiving myself as a skunk).

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This is one of many childhood dreams that taught me that dreams were based on the autosymbolic nature of the dream state and waking transition rather than having a waking life “interpretation”. The phrase “garden bed” in this case is an indicator that I am asleep and dreaming, though I do not become lucid here other than in the final moments.

The transition of the preconscious shifts from my dream self’s perspective to seeing the skunk as my emergent consciousness. As with many other dreams, the autosymbolism is directly based on the puzzlement of becoming aware that I am dreaming. (This is inherent to the foundational meaning of all waking process autosymbolism.)

The unknown girl in the doorway establishes this as doorway waking autosymbolism (a very common waking process). The door is autosymbolism for the impending exit from my dream in the final scene as well as the door to my real-life bedroom (and in fact, I have often used this knowledge for both liminal dream control and deliberately vivifying the dream state). It is a girl around my age due to the downscaling of my mother (who is usually the one to wake me while standing in my doorway).

The skunk and its intriguing transformation into a question mark represents my puzzlement in liminal space (dark featureless room in this case rather than a more defined autosymbolic liminal space construct such as a porch or parking lot), as well as a form of defense against the preconscious factor in my liminal focus of not wanting to get out of bed just yet even though my dream self’s vague intent is to find my way back to my conscious self identity (which is basically what a dream is).

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I believe that this dream also had a precognitive thread, first validated in 1978 when my parents and I moved back to Wisconsin. The backyard and the back of the house in my dream seemed to match, in appearance, color, and orientation and distance (relative to the 901 Rose Street building we lived in on the second floor years previously), to the house my sister Marilyn (who had lived in the apartment across from my parents and I on Rose Street) was living in years later. (This is curious, as the majority of my dreams otherwise have unique fictitious composites as a setting.) Additionally, my father built cinder block flower boxes (similar to those of my dream) onto the front of our house after we had moved to Florida in 1967.

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It’s been a while...and nothing much has happened. I’ve had 2 years of angst with moving home and breathing issues and currently the dreams have gone.

But I met a guy today, a handyman of mixed race and we got talking and he’s got me motivated again. He’s basically interested in LD, meditation etc but he’s young and a family man and that will hold him back a bit. (oldies like me have all the time that nature has left us)

So I’ll hopefully pick up the threads again. I know some neurons are still on standby because a few muttered mantras still get a slight response.
I’m supposed to be book writing again but I’m time-wasting on Minecraft at the moment so I need to balance between LD, writing, games and life itself...we’ll have to see what happens won't we...

Morning of May 10, 2018. Thursday.



I am in an unknown location that has somewhat of the essence of the middle room of the east side of the King Street boarding house (where I have not been since 1990). I am putting together this year’s education report.

Curiously, a young female from the Brisbane Department of Education is present (though is a fictitious character or at least unfamiliar). I am showing her the documents that have been correlated thus far. One section is based on a calorie intake study relating to cereal. In going through the papers, I recall that half of the documents relate to my own education and are also due.

I notice a sheet of A4 paper that I had apparently sketched a helicopter on, lengthwise on the paper. I am wondering if it is complete or needs labeling.

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Helicopters in my dreams are a common form of vestibular system correlation in anticipation of the drop.

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In the midst of the gloomy and frigid street, I could discern a small glowing sign, with unreadable labelling. Driven by destiny, I entered the building, to find myself in another cold and dark area. Nonetheless, from a barely visible blue carpeted staircase, I could hear some chatter and laughter, accompanied with the harsh and bleaching white light of masses of large and rectangular bulbs. Before long, I had ascended the staircase, to find myself in the conclusion of a modest recital, yet again with the blue carpet. There were multitudes of tables packed with individually shared food, such as chocolate bars and biscuits. Nonetheless, something was strange. Two men in black suits lurked in the corner closest to the staircase, whilst talking into block-like phones from the 1990s. They were watching me while they spoke, and as soon as they had concluded their conversation, they approached me silently, and gestured me through a red door. It was a reasonably spacious room, lacking in furnishing except for a whiteboard, and an elaborate mirror with silver embellishments located in a corner several yards away from me. Predictably, they pulled out identification of their allegiance, the FBI. As they approached me, I realized how ridiculous the situation was, and how text on the whiteboard was mysteriously morphing between each glance. I became lucid, and left with not many preferable alternatives, I dashed towards the mirror, the surface now commencing to shimmer and liquefy.

I dove through it with ease, and after momentary non-existence, I fell onto hard pavement. As I rose, I could see a verdant yet organized suburban street. I suddenly recalled that I wished to gain deeper insight into the state by talking to a dream character. As I turned around to scan my vicinity, I noticed a golden retriever at my heels, with a surprisingly intelligent expression. Consequently, I proceeded to ask it a question: “What is your favourite animal, an elephant perhaps?” I realized that my query was a foolish question, when it started to growl and attack my calves, almost certainly due to my insensitive suggestion. What was I thinking? Desperate, I inquired about its favourite colour. Consequently, it responded in a gruff and deep tone,“Orange”. Unexpectedly, the animal vanished.

Abandoned, I proceeded across the street to enter a grey building with an unknown purpose, but it seemed to be replete with dream figures. I entered through the glass door to find myself in a vestibule, but as I was entering the interior, a couple, who are the parents of WB, also entered. They smiled, and I said “Hi” in a friendly manner, to be merely shunned, as the mother patronizingly commented “Use ‘hello’ with us in the future, okay?” Offended yet embarrassed, I decided to wake up.

Unsurprisingly, the first search of the day was "Is hi rude?"

Date of Dream: THU 10 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 327 - Separated Sections

Dream 327 A - Can't Get The Guide (Lucid Dream 18)
I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was at some unknown house, although it was in my local area. I looked down at my fingers and took in the abnormal six... This is when I became aware that I was dreaming. I knew what I wanted to do this time. I walked backwards and forwards across the kitchen while saying “Dreamy WB! You've got to come and penalise Logan, I have to check his mail!”.

No matter what I did, there was no response; she just would not appear. I was determined this time to not lose a chance with lucidity and I wanted to achieve those tasks. I kept calling and calling until I eventually woke up to attend to my blocked nose.

Dream 327 B - Airport Chaos
I don't remember how this dream started. From where I can remember, I was at this unknown airport. I see all these people around the place that are familiar to me. There's this company advertising themselves and at the booth are these famous American people; I don't know them though, they only claim to be famous in the dream. I went up to them but forgot what happened specifically. I think I was ignored, they disregarded me.

I saw Logan with these people and so I went to speak to him. He led me into another room of the airport that resembled an old, worn down $2 shop. He was showing me all of this supposed Jeffy merchandise which he was complaining about. He said he didn't like a lot of the stuff and that it was bringing his YouTube channel down. I see these plain coloured light blue T-shirts hanging on a rack and so I ask Logan if they're apart of the downfall; he said they weren't.

The dream then shifted scenes to be in the parent's bedroom of my old house. I was in the bed, scrolling on my phone. I was on my Facebook account, typing a comment on the The GamerLand Podcast page, explaining to Kevin Miller what TAFE meant, since he did previously ask. Note, that what has already happened is an exact replica of what happened in real life. The following events are unique to the dream.

Once I publish the comment, Kevin comes physically walking into the room, standing at the foot of the bed. We talk and I find out that he didn't see the comment. I became somewhat frustrated, giving a heavy sigh as I open my phone up to show him the comment on the spot. He came and sat on the bed so I could easily face the phone towards him.

In the dream, the first part of my comment stated something like, “Just wondering if you could maybe come and meet me at 12:00”, I noticed Kevin skipped reading this bit and so I wasn't happy yet again. But he did read the rest of the comment, the portion explaining TAFE and so I was satisfied with that.

I forgot what Kevin was doing in the room from this point. A random ginger coloured cat, that wasn't mine, came into the room and hopped up onto the bed. It went for me and for some weird reason was vigorously digging its head in-between my legs. I do recall Kevin laughing and making a comment but I forgot what it was; I only faintly remember it was something about “lucid cat”.

Back at the airport, I wasn't in the main complex but was rather stranded on the top of some thinly made brick tower. I do remember the weather was cold and the sky was grey, so thankfully there was a tin roof above me and rails surrounding the top so I wouldn't fall off. With me was this little boy with blonde hair and a slightly older boy kid that I have forgotten the appearance of... All three of us were stuck here on the roof.

I told the little blonde boy, and the other kid who was listening in, that Dreamy WB could get us down. So I started calling for her and as it wasn't an immediate response, I had to call for her many times. After listening to me for some time, the little blonde kid actually piped in and started calling “Dreamy WB!” as well. I said to him that it wasn't a good idea for him to do so as multiple voices could confuse her.

After some time, it was just me again. Dreamy WB actually came floating down from the sky as a hologram and hovered next to the tower, getting herself into a sitting position. Both me and the two boys climbed over the rails and parked ourselves onto her. Once she rode us down, she actually disappeared again. I don't remember what else happened in this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)



Dream 327: Results (Competition #3)

327 A
Competition Night: 9
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

327 B
Competition Night: 9
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 23.0
Calculation Details:
- Reality Check, Fingers (5.0)
- Become Lucid (10.0)
- Was Induced via DILD (5.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream: 327 B (1.0)
- Help Someone In Need, The Little Boys - NL (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide, Dreamy WB - NL (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 54.0
Total Accumulated Points: 77.0