I had a dream that started with me looking at a poster with the moon on it. I think it was a historical thing about the moon landing. I was talking to my parents about it. We needed to get to a destination from the school we were at and someone gave us a map. My mom took the map and showed it to my dad and myself. As we were looking at it we saw that there were several paths leading to our destination, and while most were marked with a little flag picture with the letter B, some were marked with A. A lady told us that if we went through the areas marked with A and avoided the ones with B we would get extra points. So that is what we did. I talked to my dad about some TV show as we went. When we arrived we were in front of a big hospital. My dad was saying that this pile of dirt in front of the hospital was a great place for what we were planning (I can't remember what we were planning). A fire started in front of the hospital and we were tasked with finding someone in the hospital that can help. I remember asking my mom why we didn't just call the fire department. After searching for a bit we couldn't find the person we were looking for and so my dad made an announcement to everyone in the room about the fire and who we were looking for. This caused everyone to panic and run around in circles. I walked outside and an old friend was telling me to jump in his car. I walked toward the car about I guess I was too slow because my friend got out and three girls got in the car with the driver and drove off. Two other boys I knew from a long time ago, one from high school and one from when I was very little, found us and we all started walking to the school together. I saw the boy I knew from when I was very young pull out a plastic bag with Nintendo DS cartridges in it. "You still play Nintendo DS?" I asked him. "Yeah, these are just the games that I like." He told me. "I never really got into those," I replied, looking that the games he was sifting through, "but that is awesome for you. You should do whatever you want." At this point the boy I knew from high school started talking about how much fun he had had playing pokemon. This started up a conversation wherein we all discussed our experiences with the game. They were both astonished when I told them I never really played a pokemon game until high school. When we arrived at the school I had trouble getting through the front door because I was apparently wearing a really big, overstuffed backpack that I hadn't noticed until this point. I crawled into an open window for some reason.
Date of Dream: SUN 27 MAY - 2018 Dream No. 344 - Ridiculously Flamin' Lift I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at a distorted version of Chisholm Institute and there were both Killester students and Chisholm students there. I was working on a group assignment and one of my classmates PL sent me off to do something. I walk down a corridor and down some stairs where I met up with a group of Killester girls but I forgot what we were doing; it was a part of the assignment. I found soon though that I had lost them and I was now by myself, wondering where to go. I then eventually discovered that they were all in the classrooms upstairs and so I had to find a way to get to them; the dream didn't think about rationality and so I didn't end up using the stairs. Instead, Dreamy WB appeared in her holographic form, this time wearing the Killester summer uniform, and was giving me some facial cues. I automatically knew what this was, she was giving me another chance to face my fear of lifts with her. Standing in the middle of the main foyer on the ground floor, I was yelling out to the dream to create a reasonable looking lift so that Dreamy WB could take me into it and return to the classrooms that way. Nothing was happening and so I yelled out again, this time with Dreamy WB listening in, she went into the floating sitting position and whipped me up onto her lap to try and get the dream to do something. Even after Dreamy WB's contribution, the dream wouldn't budge. I called out a third time, feeling as if though I almost wanted to throw curse words out at this dream. Finally, the dream seemed to have listened as some lift shaft appeared in the middle of the area but it didn't look too great and I was absolutely terrified of it. It was made of all this green, rotten-like, broken wood and there was a fire all the way up the shaft. It literally just looked like some broken down skinny house that was three or four floors high and was on fire. I screamed and in a concern, Dreamy WB flew me up vertically herself; I was looking forward but could see one of her arms around my stomach, the blue but see-through sleeve of her VCE jumper and her brown but see-through hand. As she and I neared the top of the the burning shaft, I saw the the passenger area of the lift was at the top and the flames in there were spewing with bright orange embers flying off them. I then look to the top balcony, Dreamy WB looking up as well, and catch sight of man there in chequered shirt and jeans. He seemed to be a distorted, slightly younger version of Jure and somehow, I figured that he was the one behind the appearance of the lift. Once I knew, I gave him the harshest telling off ever and told him that I was looking for a real, reasonable looking lift that Dreamy WB could help me face my fears in. I then woke up. 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 344: Results (Competition #3) Competition Night: 26 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: Calculation Details: - 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) + Previous Total: 136.0 Total Accumulated Points: 142.0
Updated 05-28-2018 at 11:46 AM by 93119
Last night: + "that is a very dream-like sky..." (continues non-lucid, doh!), observing closely the streamers (kind of like nori/seeweed) floating towards the house in the wind (childhood home living room) + observing that in the main hall of the LH science museum, there is a banquet table set up in the center. I point this out to my friend, but the entire level is rotating around the center and the view keeps getting blocked. + [vague] in some entry hall, speak to a woman, looking for her later + [vague] in a group gathering preparing to fight a conflict? Two nights ago: earlier: + throwing a frisbee with someone across a field, several throws/catches + closely observing row of sinks filled with colorful sand, think about washing it down (will it clog?), see water/sludge/sewage flow through open pipes down below later: + drive-through ATM (am I blocking other cars?), traffic (waiting for a free spot then entering the flow), strange card reader attached to window of car (do I need to use this reader?) + kids & inner tube fall out of water slide tube onto ground, "hey look at that!" I say. They don't seem to mind. In the pool, under water, take tentative breath before "remembering" that I can't breathe underwater. + [vivid] driving in B hills, miss street, decide to head down to left, walking down "hanging stairway" outside house below, woman there, stairs are clogged with toys, "I understand" I say (about so many toys). The stairway is steep so I decide to fly/float down, and use "control" to cause a soft landing. Then I'm on the deck of childhood home and go in through the sliding glass door. + in parking garage parking car, lots of other cars + trying to walk but a crowd on young people (foreign tourists) are blocking my way. "Go! ... Go!" I tell them and the crowd starts moving forwards. Moving through crowd, see a partially naked girl and try to see more as I walk by. + at a pool + in the pool, there is a crowd of young people inside (after their lunch break?), getting out of the pool I notice a girl in a one-piece. Three nights ago? + someone talking about / complaining about "BCPL programming" and I say it's actually quite a decent language. In the computer center and I'm thinking (saying?) about the choice between laser and line printing (the code to the BCPL compiler?). + in a room with lots of bedding on the floor, there are two rooms with wall separating them, I'm trying to decide on which side I should place my bedding, trying to make sure I have enough space, there is a petite girl at the front of the room I'm checking out in black leggings.
Morning of May 27, 2018. Sunday. Typical RAS modulation autosymbolism was going strong in this non-lucid dream but still did not activate the waking process, so I slept a couple hours longer than I usually do (even though Zsuzsanna and our children were up and in the lounge room with the television on at one point). If I cannot rely on RAS to wake me at a certain time with unique dream content (which is what a dream’s autosymbolism is inherently for) at the top of an ultradian rhythm, then I consider that very unusual. In the first part of my dream, the setting is a unique new variation of the King Street mansion, the second-floor apartment in the middle of the east side of the house. My non-lucid dream self does not care that it is an impossible setting. I happily sit around on the floor for awhile listening to bizarre fictitious music (on a record player yet) where the lyrics make no sense at all. The “music” seems to have rock elements, but the male vocals are mostly randomly spoken phrases. I hear the audience cheering, so it must be a live recording. At one point, he chants slowly but loudly and clearly, “Yellow bathroom”. (This is a biological hint to my dream self, but I do not feel the need to use the bathroom in my dream.) I notice my curtains are open, and I see an unfamiliar male lying on his left side on a ledge, in his underwear, enjoying the wind and smiling. It seems to be late morning. Apparently, he is enjoying the music I am playing. (Of course, this is a liminal projection of how my real physical body is as I sleep.) I am annoyed that neighbors can see in, so I attempt to close the curtain. (In reality, this scene could not be possible either, as the windows had only a view of the front of the house across the street, so there was no side of a house right near the King Street house, though what does my non-lucid dream self care, from a lack of any viable connection with either the unconscious mind or my conscious self.) I hear an unfamiliar girl’s voice yelling about my music, and their music is turned on more loudly, even though the male was enjoying my music. (I did not think my music was loud at all.) A different male argues with her and there is yelling for a short time. I go into a different room and I am now in the lounge room of the Stadcor Street house (which only has the first floor) with Zsuzsanna. Now, the events are shifted to the first floor in the house next door as well (and as usual my dream self does not notice the impossible change). I mention something to Zsuzsanna about the music and an unfamiliar male, who can see into our house through our window from his window, loudly says, “You think you can beat me?” I reply by yelling, “Why don’t you leave us alone?” I then yell at no one in particular, “I’m tired of crazy people always living next door to us!” I go out to the front yard and bash several unfamiliar males on the head with my Olympic barbel (no weights) and swing it around like a baseball bat until no one else is standing or moving. My dream shifts into reinduction rather than the waking process during the RAS modulation event and I now find myself riding in a skiff tied to the back of a small motor yacht. Curiously, I do not recognize this scene for what it is and no lucidity is triggered, only an elevated vividness. I am now a female (of about twenty-five), though not a female I have any conscious knowledge of. A man tells me to tie an additional length of rope from my boat to the back of his motor yacht (as the previous one had apparently came off and I am now drifting over the ocean). I somehow do this even though the distance would not logically allow it. I throw the rope and pull it lightly, but a large knot seems to make itself with no effort on my part (to my left; reinduction orientation and stabilizing). “That’s a good knot,” says the unfamiliar captain from the other boat. A few other unfamiliar people look on. After a time, I am “myself” (though only about twenty-five) and another (unfamiliar) male is sitting to my right. We are still on a skiff on the ocean, but there is no other boat now. We go through an ambiguous area where it seems I am inside a house for a short distance even though we are also on the ocean. I notice many large sharks swimming below us. The water is unrealistically clear. I am wondering if there is any danger, though I do not feel concerned. The other male denies there is any danger and tells me how sharks only eat things that are at its own level in the water. I do not feel any fear, more like cheerfulness (almost comedic) even though there seem to be hundreds of sharks below us. Soon, the scene shifts and I am walking with the same male and an unfamiliar female. We are in an unfamiliar town near mostly commercial buildings. After we walk a short distance, the male vanishes. We look back to see someone running in the distance. Suddenly, I am aware that we will be blamed for the kidnapping of the male that vanished. We are carrying small plastic bags. We stop to look inside them. The girl’s bag has the ID of the male that vanished. I know that the police will be here soon and that we are being framed by an unknown person. I take the ID and throw it behind a soda vending machine thinking it will not be found and that I am being careful and intelligent in my action. The police arrive and I am still holding one of the small plastic bags. The scene somehow shifts to where I am in a police station (though of more of a restaurant appearance). The police officer is looking at the supposedly kidnapped man’s credit card (made of cardboard), a large sparse clump of hair, and some other items. The officers do not seem to think I had anything to do with anything, but I still tell them we were framed. (The girl is soon no longer present.) “Can you take fingerprints from plastic bags?” I ask. I say, “I know my fingerprints are on them, but they will probably also have the fingerprints of the kidnapper.” “Can you take fingerprints from hair,” I ask. “Can you take prints from paper?” A police officer at a counter looks at me as if he is wondering why I am still here. Two other officers look at me annoyingly as well. They are not interested in me at all. I decide to finally leave my dream (in a liminal state, as I am not viably lucid until the last moments) and finally wake as I step through the door. (This last part is quite odd. I am liminally trying to force RAS modulation by way of my conscious self, but nothing happens, probably because the process is often transpersonal in origin in its natural form. On one level, something similar occurred recently, where I learned I was not in trouble for “killing” an unknown male, though my dream self had the opposite focus as to this one and I did not seem to be as fully modulating it myself.)
Went to bed around 2 AM, ended up smoking a little weed and watching one piece at my buddy's place, I recall being very very tired. ~~~ I wake up in one room and seem to be resting, I then shift to another dream scene, and I end up in my coworker's room (whom I have a bit of a crush on, but quite moderately), I remember her seeming really chill (even though she usually isn't ) I then seem to lose sense of time AGAIN, I appear in a room giving an entirely different coworker (whom I have a bigger crush on) a massage... but she kept kicking me in this weird way... it's hard to describe at this point, but I seemed to then shift to a bed aside her, when I then saw my sister who expressed concern about something I can't remember.. At that point I grabbed my phone on the bed .. to ya know .. do the phone reality check (At this point things felt very vivid, as in I can remember it feeling extremely real), then I looked at my phone, it said 6:00 AM- looked away willing the number to change, look back- phone said just 6, no 00s , and then the formatting was a bit off as well and that's when I cracked the case, I'm lucid as fuck bro I remember being so excited and I tried using the voice commands to try and stabilize the dream, shouting to everyone in the room, "I AM IN CONTROL HERE, OF THIS DREAM" and then I immediately woke up. ~~~ It seems that the phone text reality check is really effective, 3 lucids this week and I usually get one every now and then? That and I think that the quality of the focus I've put into critical thinking while reality checking (where am I, why am I here, how did x appear, etc ). But my Dream stability is still shit, my dreams keep ending rapidly, the longest I have this week was like 2 minutes in perceived time. Perhaps I should focus on my hands? I've heard this works well. Dream Incubation - I want appear with my coworker in the hotel we were at on work trip, I want to make love to her endlessly Sorry I'm pretty high while writing this might be worded harshly.
so these dreams is I'm always staring at girls then I get the nerve wrecking pinch that makes me want to do something else then about a hour a later I want to stare at girls again then when I recall it only last 8 to eleven minutes every time I have this dream
Whoa, did not expect to be gone for 26 days (Around that anyway, I don't care). And I missed my 100th day anniversary, so that's a shame. But enough of that, let's get started. Dream 87: Bus Just a fragment. I remember sitting on the window seat of a bus while looking out through the window. It was sunset, and there were two girls in the parking lot, a couple. I stared at them for a couple seconds until the taller one with the shorter hair looked at me and I looked away. Dream 88: Educational Hijinks Except there are no hijinks to be found. I was just getting from one class to the other--not very interesting. This was also a pretty dull fragment.
There were a lot of things to note, but somehow, I lost memory of most of them. Still, I did recall the only lucid portions I had. Scrap Group 1 At my old job at the gas station. A blond guy in his late teens early twenties tries to buy booze and a gallon of milk. His ID, though seemingly legit, claimed he was born in 1977. I'd no choice but to refuse the sale, much to his dismay. Dream 1 - Gakko Various unknown transitions. The visuals were erratic, starting blurred, then spontaneously phasing from clarity and back. Already lucid. I couldn't tell where I was (had tunnel vision initially), but could note a stoop in front of me. Seated there was a light skinned brown haired kid in his late teens, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, and a distinct wide gap in his front teeth. He looked morose. "Hey", I muttered "Everything ok?" The guy glanced up. "Help!", he yelled. "I've been trying to get a lucid. But every time I try, monsters come out and attack me!" He starts pleading more more urgently. "I was told I need to yell out 'Gakko!' when I see them. If I don't, mom shows up and says it, but in a very annoying way!" "Gakko?" Just then, the guy's ma, a plain, middle aged woman dressed in a jean ensemble and with similarly splayed teeth, pops out of nowhere. She blurted out "Gakko", clicking obnoxiously loud during the hard consonants, and vanished promptly. "See what I mean!" The kid looks down, frustrated. "If I could get at least two minutes..." I found this all humorous at his expense, but didn't express as much. Besides, helping a fellow "dreamer" out was something I've never done yet, and looked more fun too. "Well", I said, "let's get started." The surroundings roll out of view, as if props on a stage (which coincidentally did away with my tunnel vision). Both of us were now on a small island bare of anything but sand, the ambient waters still, and a clear blue sky above. Through will, I flew us both far up high. Music, specifically, Dim Jungle from Golden Axe III, then sounded in the background. The kid yammered on nervously, afraid he was gonna mess up his chance at a dream. "Look", I murmured, "just breath slowly. Concentrate on your breaths. Forget about everything else." He looked perplexed. "But... what about the dream?" "You'll dream longer with a tempered mind. Don't worry about your emotions, or any of this. Breathe." Heh. Look at me, acting like some wise man. Still, the advice was as much for myself as for the guy, and so I followed as much. Soon enough, several of the aforementioned monsters descended upon us. Comically, these appeared as colorful Muppet-like creatures. I shot ki-blasts at each, wiping the lot of them with ease. I only remembered seconds later to say the kid's mantra, 'Gakko'. Quite some time passed before subsequent waves arrived, each with fewer numbers and increasing duration between them. My vision got too blurred at times, during which I asked the guy's help in pointing out targets. Either way, all of these hostiles were dispelled just as effortlessly. As the song was closing its second loop, I sensed I wasn't long for the dream. To cap things off, I charged an aura, fiercer and larger than I've ever managed, reaching up to 12 yards in radius. I then released it all as a hail of energy orbs. The dream collapsed soon afterwards.
Just a bunch of scraps, besides log 1122, which has its own entry. Log 1120 - Tapped Out at The Moment Created Wednesday 23 May 2018 Preparing a meal at the kitchen. There's a black paper bag of whole wheat flour labeled "emergency food", or something like that. Log 1121 - Factory Criminal Enterprise, Pie Party, Urban Apartment, and Bedbug Obsession Scraps Created Thursday 24 May 2018 Watching Batman - The Animated Series. The owner of a factory (whom looked like Bing Crosby) sneaks into his workplace at midnight. Inside, troupe of a criminals were busy smuggling merchandise, all part of a prior agreement. But now, the owner wanted out, thinking the conspiracy was no longer profitable. When hearing this, the thugs glanced at each other, then roared in laughter. Enter the gang's leader, a man who looked suspiciously similar to Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. He supposedly allows the owner to leave, and with a substantial bonus for "insurance". He then fired warning shots at the man. After that, the owner's cat appeared, of which the gang leader coyly threatened to kill. At home. The family and I are eating a variety of desserts. My niece, Erica, didn't seem to like the baked apple tarts, but loved the fried peach pies. Living in an urban apartment suite. King of the Hill dream, save that the Hills' home was my own. Luanne had a bizarre obsession with bedbugs, unwilling to be rid of them, despite their threats to the health of herself, those around her, and her baby. Log 1123 - Awakening Score Counter, Imp Ride Attack, and More Gas Station Scraps Created Saturday 26 May 2018 Recurring dream about falsely waking up in an unknown apartment room. Each time a video game-esque point counter would appear, scoring me based on how I woke up. Something about a group and I taking an unwilling roller coaster ride straight to hell. My brother, Joao, was a fellow passenger. It was quite a drop to get there. This hell didn't appear terrible, mostly just ancient ruins. Similarly, its denizens were merely whimsical little imps. Even so, these creatures weren't completely innocuous, shooting us with blow darts at every turn. Somehow, I fell off, and was instantly transformed into such a demon. Quite a bitter pity, as I learned the ride was almost at an end. At my old job at the gas station. This moody, lazy goth girl was a supposed co-worker. Some of her friends arrived, causing trouble. Between that, I noticed a kid trying to steal various things. In a flagrant breach of protocol, I caught him, took the stuff back, then threw him out of the store.
Updated 05-27-2018 at 03:07 AM by 89930
1352 words Closing computer at 7:30. I read alot of LD material today on r/luciddreaming and did more RC's than usual. Esp. when seeing smokers, a major dream sign. Let's see how this one turns out. --------------------------------- 12:27 AM: I had some early dreams. One thing with my Uncle C that was forgotten. Another thing with MB and getting a 4-4 on a test, but 4-4 was a perfect score. So he was very impressed as he handed it back to me. Then went back to sleep. I dreamed that I was on the beach. The local beach accross from another state. Everyone's parents were supposed to teach them to fly but they never taught me. So it was about how them not teaching me to fly stunted my development. There was a forum thread about a website called somethinghopeless. It was about some kind of game. I posted something in there. It was eventually closed, probably because it linked to an outside link for something the main website couldo do. My Dad had to leave early due to a flight. Mom thought he was going for gambling but I told her it was some kind of helpful purpose. I really thought so. Later in te dream, Dad had a jet pack thing that he could use to fly. It was dark grey and shaped like a rocket. It showed him landed in this pool place in a hotel resort, deciding where to set up his tent. It was kind of fun because my Mom and I got to be flown around by him carrying us and flying around. We had to go somewhere. Almost got caught in the place Dad was scoping out as a grey van drove by and we were there too early. I remember trying to climb back up the fence with nails as foot posts. (facing in) and someone kept saying something like, "You wish you know now what you knew then" or "You wish you knew them what you know now". A big bodybuilder fellow came over and gave me a piggy back ride. I was supposed to be figuring out how to put my shoes on. There was some heavy metal music and he kept saying how he would squat 315 for 6. Then it showed this hip-hop music video thing with a series of curtains I'd pass through. I told C I sisn't like this kind of thing. Well, I don't remember those very clearly but enough of them. I had a good day but didn't practice any waking life recall. Just didn't want to. So, IDK if that will lower my dream recall tonight. I will just be aware of the results. There are also other factors like its much hotter tonight. Anyway, I probably slept 3 hours so far. -------------------------------- I had some RBFA. One ended with a video game type of thing and something about "honesty". There were some kind of monster spiders. I think there were 4 police officers who caught the monster and stabbed it to death and came out covered in blood. The video game itself was very surreal. Then I woke up, re-remembered that, went back to sleep. In the next dreams I remember my friend M S taking care of a young kid. His mom L C was watching. The kid coughed up one smaller black and white fur ball and then two big (3-6 inch diameter) fur balls. It looked very painful for the kid, like they had been in there a while. I think L C was mad at M S for that. THen it showed this red devilish kind of character talking to another character. They were in a parallel universe to the one in the dream, but overlayed in the same "location". The devilish guy made it so that M S could see the parallel universe through his telescope. Then there was some kind of arrangement made, maybe about helping the kid. I remember another part where O A helped me remember the video game dream I forgot. It was amazing. I wasn't even lucid. I was in a class room setting and the topic of dream recall came up. I yelled at O A and the other people for not recalling their dreams right when they woke up, then eventually changed my tone to admit how I was sad that I had forgotten my dream that night. (That seemed alot healthier and I felt bad about yelling at everyone.) O A showed me a screen with my entire video game dream from before that I'd forgotten. I still don't remember it now but I remember seeing it like, "Wow! That's it!" And when I think about it I think it was the same dream. There was this part about jumping up and evading fire balls. And another part in a building with an outline of a character. Kind of surreal or hard to put into words now. There was something with a dome thing. And then a woman character opening the door to the dome thing. I'm not sure exactly what that one was. My Dad had bought presents for my sister online. They were shoes in a box wrapped in some kind of soft wrapping material. Semi transparent white. And another heavy gift. I was to put those somewhere. There was a part where I was sitting in a chair, skinning a sweet potato. In the kitchen. It was morning. I felt really driven to complete my food prep in the morning for some reason, even though I felt adrenalized. And wouldn't have any time later because I was thinking of my school day. Physical Education class had been last Friday so it wouldn't be this Friday (alternating days). While I skinned the sweet potato, someone named Doug was on the phone meeting, making a pun about grandparents. Dad was also cooking right behind my chair and so it was kind of crowded in there. I remember going to the class or school thing but then trying to get to play outside instead. I had been afraid to rest that morning because I was afraid if I laid down I would never get up. Interesting because I am trying to address and let go of that fear in WA. Below part is my analysis of why my recall lagged: Spoiler for Why my recall lagged: [spoiler] So, I had much less recall tonight. Here were some of the reasons I think that caused this: 1 - Exhaustion from not sleeping well previous nights. Led to being literally unable to force myself to dream journal and more RBFAs. Solution: Allow myself the sleep I need and dream recall will come up again once that bounces back. 2 - Feelings in relationship. I think they caused me to have more different neurotransmitters going. Solution: Probably not going to stop talking to her. I will still go to bed on time but hopefully I just get used to it and it doesn't affect my dream recall. 3 - Didn't do Waking Life Recall. Just didn't feel like it. Solution: Wait until I'm willing to do WLR, I guess. I can't force myself to do it. So I just have to accept that i'm not that into WLR and wait to be interested again. 4 - Noise from fan. Last night I had to have the fan on all night. I think it drowns out my thoughts when attempting recall. Solution: Can't really turn it off due to heat. Maybe when I install AC I can run that a while and then turn it off and it will be quiet and cool. Other than that just wait for cooler nights where no noise-producing cooling equipment is needed. And accept it for now. The main thing seems to be that I'm just so exhausted from night after night of insomnia or forcing myself to DJ that I'm getting more RBFA's. So, I just have to be gentle with myself about DJ'ing... If I need sleep, I gotta just let myself sleep. [/SPOILER]
Date of Dream: SAT 26 MAY - 2018 Dream No. 343 - Diploma Betrayal I don't remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was at TAFE. I was in with the diploma class and I was doing a group assignment with some of them. The dream skipped to the next scene but it was still in the same location. There was AM and he was looking really furious at me. He abused me because I thought I did nothing of the tasks that I was assigned. 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 343: Results (Competition #3) Competition Night: 25 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) + Previous Total: 135.5 Total Accumulated Points: 136.0
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.
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Closing comp at 7:24 PM. I studied alot more LD material today esp. lots of threads on r/luciddreaming. ------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------- ~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. --------------------------------- 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.)
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