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It is funny how an unusually strong lucid dream brings me back here to post. I just haven't felt the need to journal my dreams for awhile there. After reading some news article that most men have dreams of earthquakes or natural disasters and the like, I wondered to myself why I never had a dream of earthquakes, not at least that I remember of. Tornados, yes, plenty of those, just no earthquake dreams.

Well to start off, the road I was on led me to a rail-yard, where trains and railway-cars are parked. There wasn't a whole bunch there at the moment, but some. I do remember seeing all the rails all about the place, the layout of those are always cool to look at. There was even a giant warehouse building where trains could enter & exit on both sides. I found an empty coal car and jumped on top of it, riding it through the building. It seems as though I was trying to get away from something earlier that I don't quite remember. After getting through the building, I jumped off. The railways gleamed in the sun, and as I looked up I seen people approaching from the distance. Well they were human looking, even if they were not fully human, but I knew they were the menace I was running from earlier.


It was then I remembered my powers, but looking around, there was nothing to throw at my enemies. The railway-cars in this area were cleared away, which I would have levitated and force-hurled at the approaching mob. Instead I focused my dream powers on the ground itself, and induced a devastating earthquake which leveled many structures, and prevented them from coming any closer to me. The way my powers seized ahold of the ground, and made several hundred thousand tons of earth move in wave fashion against each other like it was silly putty was just awesome. Despite the ground acting like jello and bouncing this way and that as I focused on it, the ground buckled and swole up but did not crack open. And even as all this was happening, I was the only one able to retain my footing.

Afternoon of May 24, 2018. Thursday.



Vestibular system correlation is the most common cause of the autosymbolism of the dream state.

Vestibular system correlation is the result of the illusory dream self lacking the discernment of the physical body during the first stages of consciousness reinitiation by way of RAS (reticular activating system) mediation and modulation. This is a biological correlation, yet also inclusive of liminal anticipation of the waking process.

In this series, I will be including my original date codes rather than dream titles, as each event described and explained in this series is only part of a particular dream’s autosymbolic process. The date code is year (four digits), month (two digits), day (two digits), and the hour of the sleep cycle in which the dream occurred (two digits). This is the only viable way to order dreams, which I first used at the beginning of fifth grade. The order here will be entirely random as I look back and choose particular dreams. As I have tens of thousands of dreams and their causes and meanings not yet posted anywhere online, I am considering new methods of dream journal entries, such as sets of 25 to 50 dream events in a singular entry with summaries that are more concise, with their causes and meanings.

1) (1966122301). This was a series of dream sequences based on resets by way of liminal dream control (though of which partial lucidity was present at times, though lucidity and dream control are unrelated despite popular misconceptions). The most vivid event resulted in being saved from a fall from the Rose Street apartment’s roof by a “Shadow Cat” (from “Gay Purr-ee”, a 1962 American animated film musical). Based on the foundation of liminal anticipation of hypnic jerks (which I call “hypnopompic kicks” when they occur at the end of a dream), the scenario developed out of the unexpected disappearance (in my dream only) of the external staircase at the back of the building while seeking to use it to enhance my dream. (Since I was a toddler, I knew that staircases were autosymbolic of the dreaming and waking process, so I typically used them to vivify and sustain a dream.) Why I chose the “shadow” (in the form of a bizarre anthropomorphic cat silhouette, though in my dream seemed more like a helpful human adult, probably modeled after my father in this case) from an animated movie I had seen only hours previously is interesting. Most people see the “shadow” as eerie or even malevolent, yet the form comes from the preconscious, not the unconscious as so many erroneously believe. I have only ever seen the “shadow” as either a loving entity or a thread of my conscious self identity being rendered within the dream state for my illusory dream self to acknowledge and find validity and stability in (as the dream self lacks a real physical body, which vestibular system correlation is all about). (There is also a hidden factor regarding cats, in that they supposedly “always land on their feet”.)

2) (1964070506). At age three, floating, flying, and falling dreams were at their peak. In this recurring series, I sometimes chose Woody Woodpecker to be the factor of falling out of the dream state, depicted as driving my brother-in-law’s car with Knothead and Splinter as front seat passengers. The event was Woody Woodpecker driving off a steep embankment with a sustained scene of them in the car (as viewed by hovering in front of the scene) rolling down the hill, screaming, and waving their arms with their eyes bulging. This was loosely modeled after real-life experiences, one influenced by a road in Florida that was so wavy in shorter distances it was like going up and down on a rollercoaster, another influence from riding in a car up to Grandad Bluff, and another from the steep ride to Chipmunk Coulee, where we lived. Ultimately, from what others have written about dreams, these were not even technically nightmares. Fear was minimal and it was more like watching a curious impersonal scene. There were versions of this dream where they were people, not cartoon woodpeckers, but the rendering was still not very realistic. Vestibular system correlation autosymbolism occurs in different forms. This was more of a projected form rather than a directly experienced form.

3) (1965110203). This dream was lucid, though I did not seek to alter it. A gigantic bat flies over Carol (older half-sister on my mother’s side) on Chipmunk Coulee, though it is mostly only seen in shadow against the late night sky. There is no fear on my part, though she appears startled by the event. This dream vividly repeated many years later while I was otherwise awake and walking to another sister’s house just before Carol had a heart attack (but recovered from it) and coincidentally having moved to a location near the original dream setting. This certainly does not indicate that my original dream was premonitory, but that my mind “borrowed” and vividly repeated it while awake to designate prescience of the event. Additionally, I never saw large bats (flying foxes) in real life until many years later when I moved to Australia.

4) (1972020407). The song “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In” by the 5th Dimension mainly influenced this dream. I titled it “When the moon is in the Seventh House” (the first lyric of the song), which featured the moon turning into a giant animated crow and falling into the closet of the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house as the waking alert factor. (This is the closet I went to get my clothes to get ready for school this year.) As is often the case, this was projected vestibular system correlation rather than directly experienced. (There was also influence from a liminal focus on the January 30 1972 lunar eclipse.)

5) (1968111508). In this dream, I watch a giant eagle-like silhouette flying across the sky, between two clusters of cypress trees as tall as skyscrapers. There is an extraordinary sense of timelessness and nostalgia. This dream was influenced by three main factors; the Pogo Possum comic strip by Walt Kelly, the swampy Fort Ogden area in Florida where I lived when I was very young, a deck of educational cards that, when flicked through, display an animation of wild animal silhouettes with a bird silhouette flying above them. (Another deck featured a rabbit hopping into a hat, the hat rolling around, and a dove flying out.)

6) (1981112904). I see an oversized shadow of a raven (though I do not actually see a raven) move up and to the right (in a diagonal path) in the house in Cubitis upon the wall between the kitchen and the entrance to the hallway. It seems very late at night. There is a very vivid sense of timelessness and isolation, though not in a negative sense, only as if I am the only person in the region or in this realm. It is as if I am viewing time itself in the form of a bird.

7) (1988021308). With much of my conscious self identity extant, I find myself in the backyard of an unfamiliar residence. About five men are inside but soon come outside. One man comes out pushing a bicycle, down the steps and into the backyard, and I focus on how the bicycle seems an exact “duplicate” of mine. I say, with a sudden clarity, “How is this possible?” and he says with a very friendly tone, finishing with my first name as if he knows me very well, “Parallel ground Claude”. Thus, some RAS personifications (even though they always maintain the same underlying essence) seem wary of the waking process while others embrace it, though the ultimate purpose is to initiate consciousness. What defines the differences, or is it just incidental? Both a bicycle and an airplane are autosymbolic projections of the liminal awareness of the physical body while in the dream state. In this case, RAS even explained the meaning to me. His explanation of “parallel ground” is a perfect analogy to vestibular system correlation, where the illusory nature of the imaginary dream body correlates with the discernment of the physical body in the final moments of waking.

8) (2014030706). In this situation, I am back in my room in Cubitis in late morning. A large bird, which resembles a pelican, is standing on a chair near the west windows. There is no other furniture in my room. There is no danger, and it seems very majestic. It seems to have the essence of a very old mystical being and I think of the mythical phoenix. In my dream, as in many other dreams, I seem much younger, probably only about fourteen. However, unlike with many other non-lucid (though very vivid) dreams, I have a very vague awareness of my current conscious self.

9) (1971011502). This was a very enjoyable dream despite the implications. In late night, I wander out onto the carport (liminal space autosymbolism) and see that the house is apparently floating high up within a tornado. I watch debris fly by to my left (beyond the carport) and I am amazed by the vividness. I do not feel alarmed at all, only puzzled. On the east end of the carport, a large bird flies down to gaze at me, as if to offer help, though remains directly on the end of the carport. It seems very “wise” and has the essence of a very old “teacher”. I sense that it is “king of the birds” and it is even wearing a crown. I see that it is exactly my height. Although I associate it with a hawk, it was influenced somewhat by the Woggle-Birds from “Jack and the Beanstalk” (a 1967 TV movie), though far more “realistic” if still somewhat sketchy.

10) (1967122702). This extraordinarily vivid dream was directly influenced by photographs from a book; the Time-Life Nature Library “The Birds”, which I had gotten for Christmas at age seven. (The photograph was taken the day before my dream occurred on December 26, 1967.) My dream was a curious shift of RAS modulation (the primary form being a snake as the biological waking alert factor) turning quickly into vestibular system correlation. I was walking on a dirt road near an isolated cornfield very late at night, with stalks about twice my height. I had a curious “realization” of being followed by a snake though it is not crawling very fast. Soon, a large owl flies down and attacks the snake and I no longer feel wary. As with many of my childhood dreams, I had no clear awareness of my parents or my age

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I'm in the backseat of a car. My dad is driving, his mom in the passenger seat, my brother in the seat to my right. We drive for about 5 or 6 hours and the roads are annoyingly windy and I mention I wished we were on a highway, and then a minute later after the most winding part of road yet, there is a highway, nice and straight. Only second later we arrive at our destination, what ever that is, I don't even remember where we were going. We park right in the middle of town, no parking space, just parked right in the middle of everything, but when we get out our parking place seemed natural and out of the way enough. There are tables set up everywhere with people selling things, mostly handmade jewelry that actually looked pretty interesting and seemed pretty cheap, or I felt they were cheap, I never saw a price tag or heard mention of a price, chances are they weren't just cheap, they were free, but with a perception filter on that fact. I notice a face among the locals, Dakota Fanning, but much younger then she is currently and I'm vaguely aware of this fact, that this 7 year old Dakota Fanning is an impossibility. After looking at some of the tables and jewelry I find myself inside one of the shops, but it's not a shop on the inside and it's much bigger then it could have been. It seems like a party,a finely catered party with many good looking and tasting sweets and good music. We're eating the food and the other are swaying almost dancing to the music. As I eat I refrain from dancing but feeling the urge, my natural introversion winning out over that urge. As I sway ever so slightly to the music there is a colorful shadow of myself that dances and sways more than I actually do. I see the others start to sync more with there colorful shadows as I talk to a woman who does not have this effect and she definitely seems like a local to me, and not only does she not have a colorful shadow it seems like she's under saturated herself. She says to me “better be careful”. (I'm no longer with the group I showed up with, now its various friends I remember showing up with). I say I know what I'm doing and do a good job of projecting that perception though in reality I don't. She's convinced though; seeing me enjoy the food but somehow not dancing and says “not you, the others”. I look and they are syncing even more with there colorful shadows. I at some point come face to face with Dakota and look directly at her and she's looking at me and I ask with suspicion “what kind of monster are you?”. She turns away and walks deeper into the building, I follow her. I see her interacting with a large monster of some sort, it's about 8 feet tall, her mouth unhinges and swallows him whole head first. From what I gather later in lost details of the dream what she swallows is not eaten or dead but in stasis until she summons them back to be her servant or do some task for her. More details are lost for much of the dream, I suddenly way up. I'm paralyzed in bed with a dark shadowy and shapeless figure on top of me and she's creating a sort of windy turbulence and I'm quite scared at first but I calm myself, it's likely just a hallucination during sleep paralysis. I peek out of mostly closed eyes and look at the figure, it almost seems like it's not trying to harm me at all, but scare me... scare me awake? I wake up,truly awake now and not a false awakening, I start going over the details of the dream to write in my dream journal.

Closing comp at 7:24 PM. I studied alot more LD material today esp. lots of threads on r/luciddreaming.

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12:00AM: I must have slept from 8:30-11:30, making 3 hours. Dreamed of a meeting. A 7:45 meeting on a Monday, being held in the B Intermediate School. I wondered why E, the same speaker, got to speak again. It was a beginner's meeting.

Second, There was an interesting video game with a mix of Pokemon characters and Mario. I remember jumping on one thing over and over. It produced coins like in Mario and they they became blue coins, coming out faster. I remember walking along the Mario level and it got to one of those parts where lots of tubes all came out to try to crush Mario or the character at various points.

Third, involved walking along some docks and bridges, around some water. The water was somethigng not swimmable, I think. I remember talking to someone about not going in the water. Although I think I had gone in.

Then I was taking a shower in Nana's upstairs bathroom. The water was going half in the tub, half onto the floor. I remember thinking of cleaning off from the unsafe water by the bridge. Maybe I had a boat there?

Fourth part involved some stuff at a gym. I had music and a music mixer thing showing red wave forms on a black background with white grid lines. I was sorting through a few hip hop songs. It was pretty intense rap music, about "I will win" and meant to pump me up. I don't listen to that kind of music now, so in the dream, I wondered if this was good for me.

Fifth, involved a mix of things. Some relatives kept telling me JL was dying, but it seemed like they had said so over and over. So I didn't believe them. I was driving in a car by GA's office in LV when I noticed street signs saying, "Atheists who will go to Heaven." And another one out front of a very old school church saying "Atheists who will go to (H-E-double-hockey-sticks) (the actual word)". I remember being appauled at the sign in front of the old school church. I turned up BH Road and at the top of the hill, was another house.

ND was taking some heat in there about something. I forgot what. They were taking away his spot in a presentation or show maybe? I don't remember specifically except a group of people standing around him, kinda bullying him.

Sixth? I was in a room upstairs of my Nana's house, and we all had to stay in the room to be safe. I remember drawing this bug body but with six giant spikes coming out and two big spiky fangs. That was one of the "demons" or monsters that would get any of us if we went outside.

I wanted to go out to get something, but was warned not to go out there. If I did, the "demons" would get everybody. I really had to use the bathroom though. (Now that I think of it, I think I had an earlier dram where I went to take a bathroom break, and then was afarid they'd think I was gone for too long. That one was at a toilet.)

Seventh? I found myself walking along a parking lot. I think some stuff happened that I forgot. But what I do remember is a woman trying to spray some kind of chemical in a car that was supposed to put a guy in there to sleep. She had the guy go into the trunk and then she closed it and sprayed the stuff in his face and in the car. I watched from a distance, scared to see this.

Then I was working at a restaurant, and YS and his family came in. YS wore a red plaid shirt. He looked just like waking life. His prescence was very reassuring. He sat with the rest of his family.

Somehow I got the guy out of the gassed car. Then there was a woman who had water. She wanted lemon water, with the lemon wedges all nicely cut, showing on top of the water. I realized no lemon wedges had been cut so I went to go cut them. So I could make her a glass of water. She may have been the woman who did the gassing.

So, I think that was it. Not sure if it was seven separate dreams but it was like seven parts, at least that I could remember, on top of parts I'm sure I forgot. Time to go lay back down. hopefully sleep comes easily.

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~3:45 AM, I slept another 2-3 hours. Had an RBTS with the first set of dream details, where I seem to have lost some. Maybe they'll return.

First, or earliest I remember, were maybe some vague fragments about older women or highway driving with my dad and rest stops.

Second earliest part I remember was outside this gym. They had these orange cylindrical cones set up over holes in the ground which led to cesspools. So they lifted those off to work on the cesspools. The whole place smelled like cesspools.

The smell and liquid got everywhere. I was afraid I had gotten it on my clothes too. I had a gym bag or duffel bag with all my stuff. Other people were trying to get in through the door. But I was leaning over, trying to keep a grip on my gym bag.

People kept rushing in to the door and I wasn't able to stand up and carry my bag in. Eventually I forced my way in and someone (MB?) kinda expressed annoyance with me. "If I just keep waiting for everyone to pass by, I'll be holding the door for everyone," I explained. He kind of understood.

Washing machines were available. I started to put my clothes in the washing machine. Confident that it would completely remove all of the odor from the cesspool materials. I remember the white washing machine and thinking of it after I'd gone back upstairs.

Thirdly, there was something about being outside a gym again. (I am not sure if this is perfect sequence and I know at some point I woke up, remembered some of these, and went back to sleep. So I did recover some details from the RBTS but not all.) But I had been asking the people from the gym to bring me my protein shake if I left it there. They seemed to have forgot and I was angry. Then one of the guys came with a blue protein shake, offering it to me. I couldn't accept it, because I realized that I had left my shake in my locker. That meant that it wasn't their responsibility to replace it.

Fourthly, there was a scene where my Nana and Dad had made big shelves of steamed broccoli and kale. I ate lots of it with no problem. However, they couldn't get my sister to eat any. They were asking me how to get her to eat some but I didn't know. All I knew was that I was willing to eat it! And a lot!

Fifthly, I was in this class thing where the teacher was going around, checking in with each of us. I was scooping peanut butter I had made out of the jar and into something else with my finger. I told the teacher I had clean hands and the peanut butter would be clean. he was really impressed for my attention to clean hands. I think he told the rest of the class. I felt weird about it though.

Then G was doing some jars too. There was some discrepancy about putting the jars in and alternating what jars we used based on the day. Every few days a new jar.

Some dirty dishes came to my attention at the end of the table, against the wall. When I noticed them, I told G. I was like, we can't just let those sit there! And so we went to clean them.


Sixth, was a Beast Wars dream. It began with Megatron (first season) facing off with Optimal Optimus and Depth Charge. "Megatron! Terrorize!" He yelled, and then his cannons shot downward into the ground, propelling him up 50 feet while he finished transforming in midair. As he flew up, missiles continued to rain on the ground, briefly missing Optimal Optimus and Depth Charge. They shielded themselves a little.

They were in a snowy terrain. There was a higher mountain top above them and a cliff face with water way below them. Optimal Optimus caught wind of Scorponok and another Predacon (Quickstrike?) trying to sneak up on them. He turned around and blasted them with shoulder cannons. (I saw that from 1st person view.) They were sent flying.

Meanwhile Depth Charge was shown contending with Megatron who was a mix of transmetal and season 1 forms. It showed Depth Charge outstretching his arm with a cannon in hand and shooting. His missile got lodged directly in Megatron's gattling gun cannon, causing an internal explosion.

Still, Megatron landed, and tackled Optimal Optimus into the water. They fought upside down, stabbing each others weak points (their joints). Eventually, Megatron removed Optimus' face mask and revealed a human face, and they said some words to each other. I was scared Optimus would be hurt. At this point Megatron was closer to Transmetals 1 Megatron but didn't look much like Dragon Megatron.

Oh yeah and it was like between night and day. not too bright not too dark.


Seven was a carryover from something on r/luciddreaming. There was a younger fellow in my room who also lived there. He had to go to school but we were talking about telekinetically using a marker to make a dot on the paper, and seeing if it was there upon awakening. I tried it with blue and orange highlighter, and saw it actually work. (I don't even have such highlighters on my desk anywhere in waking life.)

There was also some talk about chest and waist measurements. I thought that I don't really do body measurements now but I used to in high school when I bodybuilded. He had to go to school. It was still kind of dark out, like not sun rise yet.

Eighth involved a Grey Sheet meeting. I was trying to put on a belt but there weren't enough holes. The smallest notch on the belt still left it very loose. However all the way at the end of the belt were a series of holes separated only a quarter inch. I tried those and it still didn't fit properly meaning I must have thought I was very thin.

I had some kind of food in front of me, maybe pastries. The woman up front said how sometimes when people take a "gentleness break" they stay that way and go into a full relapse. She asked me, like, "Charles, isn't that right?" I think I agreed. She was saying how I had made that mistake, but I wasn't sure if I really had.

Ninth part was about being on an internet forum. Light gray back ground and dark text. There was a thread about a church with the letter P in the name. And a drop down menu of different threads. (I am on forums alot each day so it makes sense to me that I dream of being on a forum! They are so variable though that it's hard to use them for checking if it's a dream.)

Something about seating position and how it affects certain religions.

There may have been a funny Pokemon part.

Ten, Then there was a list of funny videos I was arranging. They had people with very ghostly make-up or funny ancient-looking letters. One was a joke video of 2 girls joking about predicting the future. The other said the word "lies" right on it. So it was just silly.

Then 2 guys were teaching on one video. It was kind of about lucid dreaming, sort of. They wrote a word with the letter A but transformed it at the end by writing lots of c's or s's that made it look like a whole nother word. The guy said "That's what you'll become" or something like that, as a warning.

I was laughing out loud at this next part as I recalled it. it seemed very silly. The guy was saying how no one eats chocolate. Not in their coffee either. He had a jar of powder. It was labeled, "Butter nut and squash" and it was powder that he put in his coffee. They said some other funny things.

So I woke up from those, recalled and recorded them. Couldn't quite reach back all the way to the RBTS dreams. However I could recover some. Feels like a healthy balance between sleeping and recalling, though. Now its 4:26 AM so I've been up writing this for about 40 minutes. I guess that's a good WBTB duration but there comes a time when I just have to leave a little "tag book" and go back to bed. (short hand notes) I usually like writing it all directly after though because I don't think I'll be as interested later.

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Now it's 7:13 AM. I must have slept from 5 to 7 but not all the way through. So I'd estimate I have 7 hours of sleep total. Remembered a lot of dreams. I re-remembered a lot of the RBTS but some of the early RBTS ones were forgotten.

First memories involved living at either Nana's or my parents' old house. I wasn't using the toilet, just various containers in my room or around the house to go to the bathroom. My Dad and sister were beginning to object to this, and insisted that I use the toilet. I think I was frustrated because it was a difficult habit.

Second, I was in my room at my current house. The police were coming, but not because I was the bad guy. They had framed me as the bad guy to lure in the actual bad guy, who they would then capture. After that, the plan was to parade me around town, telling everyone I was actually the hero, so no one continued to think I was the bad guy. This was to be done on the sidewalk.

Then it showed a guy in a tree house thing. He looked like Christian Bale, I think. He was the bad guy. He didn't believe in equality or helping others and he thought no one else should either. He had a container of dirt to use as a cushion.

A woman came in and started to talk to him. She was kind of his girlfriend. She wore a dress. She began to tell him her feelings about some things in her life, in a vulnerable way. He wasn't supportive at all. He began to tell her she didn't really feel that way, and shouldn't. She got really upset and eventually left. I think they broke up.

After that I think was when I was in a gym. Trying to use the stair master thing with the handles (that also give a back workout at the same time) but M was also there. She was kind of blocking it because of her computer thing on a table. It was standing up like an iPad might be. She had a little boy with her who she was watching.

I was looking online for a phone meeting. At the same time I was on another phone meeting in my kitchen, putting something in a tupperware. There was a lot of excitement about so many people being named "Julie" or their name sounding like "Julie" and someone eventually said lets just get on with the meeting. They were saying how when they don't want to eat casserole, because they don't like casserole, they just give it to their pup. And they don't feel guilty. It was like a white casserole thing. Someone else was saying that if they are served meat, they make sure to eat it, to not waste it. Due to feeling guilty about the animal. BTW I think the casserole had barbecue sauce on it.

At the same time, I was clicking over a map of the united states. Some states were highlighted that I wanted to un-highlight. This was so I would be able to view a list of phone meetings only for one state, instead of all these others. The woman who was able to feed the casserole to her pup was from one big state in the upper left of the map, which I clicked on to de-activate.

Then it showed her wearing a big orange puffy dress and getting into a limosine thing that was really only one more seat long than an actual car. It was black with shiny silver framing. The house and the limosine thing all looked very luxurious, like they were a very wealthy family. She continued to talk.

I noticed that suddenly there was a man in the drivers seat talking as he drove. It transitioned in a way that seemed like one morphed into the other. She had been getting into the middle door but now it was the driver talking. I think he was the husband though. He had white-grey hair and a suit on. He began to speak about all the difficulties that men have to go through. He listed 6 to 10 but I clearly remember him naming Dragon Ball Z as one. I was crying. I felt my head between two things kind of secured in place. I'm not sure if I became the driver or if not, where else I was. But the car went through a run-down city. Kind of a bad neighborhood. I wanted to tell the guy that he should list circumcision as one of the harms to men, but it felt like I was just listening to an audio, and couldn't really talk to him.

Tears were coming down my face. I had a helmet thing made out of a sideways toilet paper roll. Some other guys in another car saw my crying toilet paper roll head and didn't like it, so decided to start following me. Then I was scared. I became a big four-legged animal thing, being chased by a giant ant with big fangs. They were gaining on me. I managed to slip through this door that sealed off that world, and they couldn't get through behind me. But it sure was close.

I resumed being a humanoid person and found myself boarding a train. I was really thirsty and just just enough change to buy a water. I also remember something in Nana's living room with the tarrine thing. I asked the guy if there was a moment for me to buy a water from the vending machine but he said no. It was time to leave. he was African American. And so I got on the train, thinking of what an adventure I had been through. I thought about how when I got home, I would be glad to be somewhere peaceful and quiet, and have a lot to reflect on. I wouldn't need any more adventures any time soon.

My plan was to get the train to take me to the local grocery store. Then from there, call my Dad to pick me up.

The dreams seemed to be continuations of each other even though I woke up a little in between. I wonder if I dreamed one more time if I'd have arrived safely home but I guess in a way I did arrive safely home, in my physical room. (Just checked if I was dreaming and no.)

Date of Dream: FRI 25 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 342 - More Strict Parents

I don't remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was shopping in target but I forgot what I bought there. The next scene was me back at my current house, sitting on the couch in the front room. This African mum came walking into the room and she didn't look happy towards me. She bent down and was tugging at the white singlet top I was wearing, saying that she never wanted to see me in that top again. That's all I can remember about 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? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In accordance to the "shared dreaming experiment" proceed on locating the moon (Achieved? No)



Dream 342: Results (Competition #3)
Competition Night: 24
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry:
Calculation Details:
- 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Buy/Purchase Something (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 131.0
Total Accumulated Points: 135.5

last night all i remember was hearing that the man who bought my grandpas old farm house had been mauled and killed by pitbull that he had. he abused the dog and put weights on him but the dog broke free and killed him. people around where this was thought my grandpa still lived there and had been killed.

i also remember somthing about ma anand sheela and her followers going on a water fast to punish somebody?