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Morning of May 12, 2018. Saturday.



Despite the atypical nature of this dream, I still firstly took it to be the usual RAS modulation and waking alert process with little or no real life associations, but I did consider its differently perceived nature as possibly being of a literally prescient thread, as I otherwise get those all the time. I considered if something would happen to where my legs actually ended up bleeding. I should have realized that this was only one possible factor. As is often the case, it was very impersonal on most levels in how it played out.

My dream is very vivid. There is not what I would refer to as a false awakening, although there is an unusual reset of my dream. Somehow, I had apparently scratched at least one of my legs, though the blood is on both legs. I see it a lot of it soaked into the sheets as well. I tell Zsuzsanna about it but I do not seem to be in immediate danger, despite the blood loss. I have never had a dream in my lifetime of this specific nature, so I was puzzled. I know RAS modulation can take any form, but why this at this specific time.

Sure enough, I ended up looking at YouTube (without really planning on it, as the site does not work very well for me anymore, probably because I have so much of the Internet blocked from my system), seeing a video I had never heard of or seen before. One of the first scenes was a man in a bed with bleeding legs. This happens continuously, that is, my dreams having imagery or events as a precursor to what I see a bit later after waking. Still, it causes me to question why in this case, as it was related to a video I was to see and not my physical body or environment as implied by my dream.

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Hi everyone. I am taking some more days off writing my dreams. Before any one panics, I am not totally quitting or anything. I still recall and record my dreams in a voice recorder because I know one day I will look back and be glad to have those recordings. But I am just taking a break from the extra work of typing and formatting.

If you look at my dream journals until now some days I have written 5000+ words. So I am really burnt out. I literally have no enthusiasm or interest for LD beyond the minimum of recalling and voice recording my dreams, because I am so burnt out. So I am just saying that. My "goal" is not to force myself into anything LD-related until i actually recover from burnout.

Now this is not to say I will be reverting to a mode of video gaming and eating dessert food all day in leiu of intensive LD practice. I am taking a look at my general mental/emotional/physical health. I won't go into detail on it here before it gets too non-dream-related but I just wanted to make an appearance. Thanks everyone

Date of Dream: SUN 12 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 329 - Irrational TAFE Exams

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was in this distorted version of Chisholm Institute of TAFE. I was supposed to be having economics classes with Simon but I was outside, apparently skipping that class because I thought the content was too easy and I couldn't be bothered attending. Instead, I went over to the courtyard and this student services event was happened. There was this Asian man offering activities there but I forgot what they were specifically.

In the next scene, it is close to exam period, which is in the dream compulsory for all Chisholm students at the end of each year. As I was doing accounting, there was an exam scheduled for an accounting subject but then there were also these other maths exams that had no relation to any of the accounting subjects. In addition to this, the exams were purposefully made difficult so that students would fail.

I had three exams I had to attend; one for SHig's economics subject and two weird maths exams. The dream showed me sitting one of the weird maths exams but as I was doing it, it felt easy. It's only after the exam that I was at home with my dad and I got my results. I had failed with 44%, below the pass rate of 50%, which meant I would have to come back and sit the exam a second time or I would ultimately fail and not be allowed to do my bachelors degree. My dad suggested that I could do an arts course as an alternative pathway into the bachelor of accounting.

The next scene was at a distorted version of the Dandenong Creek Trail but I forgot what my family and I were there for specifically. The footpath was laid with all these obstacles; so while my family were way ahead in the distance, I was flying down the footpath. I was flying down the footpath in the style of the original Spyro trilogy in the speedway levels. Also, just like the speedway levels, I had to collect these in-air beacons that would randomly appear and when I collected them, they made a sound. It was like a real life simulation of the Spyro speedway levels. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? No)
- 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 329: Results (Competition #3)
Competition Night: 11
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



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

+ Previous Total: 80.5
Total Accumulated Points: 81.5

Ruby

I was in the sitting room, observing a beautiful sunset, with exotic shades of orange, red, and peach swept across the wide expanse of the side. Due to the impossible beauty of the situation, I reality checked, and consequently, realized that I was dreaming. After waving and swirling the magnificent hues that were presented before me, I flew to the shower room, to find it shut, with someone evidently inside. I entered... Over this time interval, I summoned another dream character.

Later, returning to the sitting room, I summoned a few new, preferably intelligent, dream characters, in search of a plot. Soon, I had three people, two men of contrasting complexions, and a woman clothed in a red dress, with attractive features and dark hair, I recognized as my secondary Dream Guide, Selena. As her eyes met mine, the scene changed to a boat. She notified me that they were searching for gold, but refused to reveal its psychological importance. Before long, I noticed a grey haze across my sight, and I thought I could feel my sleeping body sitting up in a meditation position while I ‘watched’ so to speak. Terrified, I rubbed my hands together to amplify vividity, but to no avail. She laughed at my ignorance. Frustrated, I ‘opened’ my eyes to discover the grey haze gone, yet I was still on the boat! Unexpectedly, I could see a scarlet glimpse in the river. I stopped the boat, and calmly, I loosened the object from the stubborn sand, and brought it through the membrane of the surface of the water to reveal, a resplendent ruby. With our exciting discovery, we commenced the journey back. Obviously, it would be worthless to return immediately home, so instead, I travelled through-out the countryside. Before long, we had approached a town, and were consequently wandering around quaint cottages, with the gardens saturated with verdant and viridescent vegetation. However, we sighted a black cab, and hopped in, without giving an address. Instead, we were toured through picturesque scenery. Despite this, we eventually arrived at a magnificent hotel, but something was cruel and forced about the place. The man who was showing us around was jovial and corpulent, but when we approached a small lawn, he presented his staff. Around twenty Chinese-background women were standing in a line, with forced smiles. Nevertheless, one woman appeared to faint, and after her recovery was significantly berated and admonished to a preposterous extent. We hastily departed.


Later, I was informed about a woman named Lady Sommeil, an apparent relative of mine. My inquiries were directed to a magnificent and majestic castle. Upon my permission of entry, I found myself in a vast, dark, and cold room, a sensation only relieved by solemn arched windows, introducing harsh and unsoftened white light. Nonetheless, the highlight of the room, was a man in antediluvian fashion, seated in a Gothic chair. Gently and respectfully, I asked a few questions, for him to evoke a small family tree between his hands, and showing her descent. Thankful, I departed through the open window.

NOTES: At the moment, I'm just following along with the dream plot, but I'm starting to develop some goals.

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I’ve spent almost every night in the Deepdown. I remember fragments. I’ve been edging closer and closer to lucidity. I want to ask the dcs to tell me something important. I want to understand the divine nature of myself and all things. In response to this interest my deepermind sent me to a party with friends and my husband two days in a row. There are about six rooms, each room has a theme and and an activity. It is so much fun. We catch up with our friends at the end of the experience. We are also sent to help build a family members cabin in a place that looks suspiciously like the PNW. I’m trying on swim suits and covers. I wake up. I’ve been drinking a dreaming tea, I got it strait from its creator and it’s not available on Amazon yet... I ran out yesterday so sad😢 I hope I can dream tonight.

Created Friday 11 May 201

Just a fragment and dream today.

Scrap Group 1
At a fancy resort with family. We wandered from a lounge and into several dining areas. Much of the food looked to be standard fair, but was quite overpriced. I 'remembered' there was an adjacent casino with decent food for much cheaper, making me wonder why we didn't stop there. At one point, I stumbled into the food prep area. All of the products seemed to be processed directly from raw resources. Later, some random guy gave advice. I kinda ignored him, hurting the guy's feelings. Something about this somehow plays into a forgotten scene in the dream below.

Dream 1 - Tonight's Forecast - Embarrassment, Curiosity, and Rage

Scene 1 - Embarrassing Tech Job Training
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a large conference room with a sizeable crowd. Apparently, I was a recent hire for some IT jo, of which I was going through training.

Leading this presentation was a sharply dressed, olive skinned man with black flattop hair, one of the higher ups in the place. He set up a projector, of which displayed various facets networking, and working with several kinds of Linux-based terminals. As I was writing notes, the boss took a seat nearby. To give him space, I had to clear away my belongings messily scattered on the floor. Quite an embarrassing display on my part.

Later on, I tried getting closer to the projector for a better look at the material. There wasn't room to squeeze through. So, I shrunk myself to less than half my size, running under the others' chairs and legs until I reached the front.

Upon a closer look at the material, I realized that many of my own files were on display. This included a variety of emulated games. Given I (supposedly) did this on a work computer... well, yet another embarrassment... Transition.

Scene 2 - Control Converter and Vintage Speakers
The visuals were dimmer. I was in an unknown apartment suite, a barebones place without any view of the outside, and not even drywall to cover its own outer brick walls from the inside. My brother, Antonio, was there, as was my nephew, Patrick, I believe.

Soon, a large package arrived. Various large electronics were inside. One of these was a compact but clearly vintage (and possibly expensive, given its engraved metallic boxes) speaker system. The other was some kind of multi-console controller converter hub. This device had slots for Sega Saturn and Dreamcast, and I believe I saw ports for Playstation 1 and 2 and Sega Genesis pads, as well. A manual claimed this was made to be specifically compatible with various kinds of emulators.

Antonio hooked up a Saturn and CRT TV lying around, and tested the hub out. He cycled through various niche fighting games, mostly 3D ones, but I don't recall details. As he did that, I messed around with the stereo. Interestingly, this device had numerous pre-amp options tailor-made for each video game console. There were also several mixer controls, but given the limited space, it required complicated commands and tuning to get much use out of it.

Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - Drunk Fuming
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in an unknown house, going out to its back yard. There was a pretty big party going on, mostly a family event. It seemed the lot of them decided to get drop-dead drunk. What wretchedness. As a teetotaler, I found this to be a most despicable sight. Well, who am I to judge...

My ma, woefully, one of such drunks. She soon lets out a stream of insults to anyone in her sights, many remarks way out of line. Mom or not, I was infuriated beyond reason. With an empty bottle I was trashing, I did the unthinkable, and 'accidentally' bonked mom in the head. Luckily, this didn't damage her. No one believed the farce, yet, no one seemed to care at all of such violence, including her. Not that this abated my anger in the slightest.

Don't recall how this ended.