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Night of July 17, 2018. Tuesday.



In continuing from page one, in simplifying the context and detail of simulacrum maintenance, I will focus on the attributes of the emerging consciousness in various circumstances. How does one know how to mediate or modulate the dynamics of vestibular system correlation? It is a challenge. Orientation is erroneous and illusory in dreams for a few reasons. A dreamer standing or walking while his physical body is asleep in bed is only one reason.

Oneironauts dismiss the notion of interpretation. It comes from a mindset that does not understand what the dream state is. Several key factors must be understood and utilized. I will again make a note of a few here.

Lucidity, vividness, and dream control are all different factors of the dream state. If someone claims that in becoming lucid he or she can then control the dream state, he or she is propagating a common misconception. (This is especially true with lucid dreamers who show no comprehension of the dream state.) All it takes to control dreams is understanding dream state autosymbolism. It does not require the conscious self identity, as the preconscious link to the unconscious mind supplies the subconscious self with the essence of comprehension without the direct awareness it is dreaming. I believe that an intelligent person can learn to be more familiar with their reticular activating system and how it works.

Dream state symbolism (autosymbolism or simultaneous symbolism, of which is concurrent with the sleeping, dreaming, and waking transitions as well as a result of thoughts rendered in REM sleep) cannot correlate to waking life symbolism. Knowing this is only the beginning in building a viable knowledge of the dream state. Literalisms, from the self or the interconsciousness, create an ambiguous enigma. There is no way to resolve this as waking life thoughts sometimes have the same ambiguity. Threads of prescience resonate with the autosymbolism of the dream state.

Utilizing facts that you can validate in your own time, you have an exponential advantage over typical mindsets that have a passing interest in dreams. These mindsets can be seen on the Internet, typically exchanging their skewed jargon, often borrowing it from invalid sources and playing games based on a misconception.

In addition to understanding that lucidity, vividness, and control of the dream state are not dependent on each other, one needs to understand that the subconscious self is not the conscious self. The preconscious is not the conscious self either. The preconscious and its avatars serve to build metaphorical bridges from the illusory subconscious self to the conscious self, sometimes by creating conflict scenarios to force the dreamer to awaken. The interconsciousness establishes links to the transpersonal; that which exists without the dreamer.

The mystery I have often pondered is why people create devils to chase them. Reticular activating system modulation creates unpleasant scenarios for some people far more than others. It should only come into play either when there is a health issue or a genuine concern for the immediate environment’s status. Prescience may also be a factor (even though many people do not believe in it so thus ignore it). It is otherwise normal to maintain a subliminal, liminal, or lucid sense of vulnerability while sleeping. That is how dreams evolved in the first place. Consider that a person is usually undressed while asleep in bed. It is, of course, a reason for having dreams of being undressed in public. Consider that there are people who believe that being undressed in the dream state has a so-called interpretation. One could argue that it is a bizarre trait to exhibit such an extreme example of empty-headedness. For me, such a situation is moot, as I am always subliminally, liminally, or lucidly aware of being in the dream state. It is biology. Additionally, experience and understanding manifest the virtuous circle effect, especially after years of developing clarity of mind.

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Readability score: 51.

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Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 11:58 AM


Dream 107: The White Room

At my grandma's house, midday. I accidentally walk into an all white room with a weird green light on the ceiling. I ask one of my relatives what the purpose of this room is, and he says it's a mind erasing chamber, used for wiping bad memories. Only downside is, it wipes out your entire history and personality.

I ponder about it for a second. All of my fears and anxieties will be gone if I stay here, but isn't it my experiences that make me who I am? Isn't that basically mental suicide?

With only little time remaining I bolt it out of the white room and into the living room, only barely escaping the eponymous White Room.


Dream 108: Nostalgia

I wake up in someone else's bedroom, early hours of the morning. It seems to me that I'm lying next to my girlfriend (Not any real girlfriend just a DC). Her bed is just a mattress on the floor with possibly way more blankets than she needs. The lighting is moody and dark, you can pretty much figure out what happened last night.

I lie in bed for a couple minutes, waiting for her to wake up, and try to remember how it got to this point.

I have a flashback to the first time I met her. It was at a Wal-Mart, she was walking past a food court and I was just passing her by. She was carrying a hell of a lot of bags and she accidentally dropped her purse. I pick it back up to her and I tell her, "Maybe you should've gotten a cart while you were here, huh? Here, I'll help you with your bags."

After that it was just a bunch of conversations on the way to her car, things about family, friends, and other stuff. She told me about the place she works and recommended that I visit her sometime. As you can guess it took quite a while from getting to 'I'll help you with your bags' to being in bed with her. And it seemed like something I was pretty nostalgic about in the dream.

As for the girlfriend herself? She was Hispanic, had tan skin, and had black curly hair. She carried herself like a confident and peppy woman, and wasn't afraid to speak what was on her mind. That's about all I can remember.

I was, alongside several people, in a world looking like Fortnite. We were fighting, or rather running away from a giant. I lay under what appeared to be a bed, trying to get to some sort of an airplane wich I could complete and fly to safety. Since I was not able to leave my shelter without being spotted and attacked, I ended up getting everyone on the bed and flying off with it. I may have crashed, though I am not certain of that.

I was in a room with four groups of four sisters each. I did know some of them, but never more than one per family. One of the oldest girls took me out into the corridor and asked me if I had been kissed yet today. I said that I hadn't, but before anything could happen, the rest of the girls came out and the dream faded.

It may then have changed into this dream, or else this is an entirely new one. To get all of this dream I must mention the fact that I am usually a guy, because, in this dream, I was not. I was very certainly a girl having sex with a guy, and my first time at that, since it hurt quite a bit in the beginning. I was dimly aware of the fact that I was dreaming, because I had heard of this happening to someone before, but I didn't snap into realizing what this meant. Anyway, when I began to feel good, the guy was unfortunately already done (I saw something dripping out of me and hope this description is still OK with the forum rules), and my asking for a second round ended with the dream.

I was fighting in some war, currently in a castle. We were ordered to move out of there when I was just edgeing my knife. When I came out last, I stumbled across an officer. I then realized that I had forgotten my knife and went to get it. The officer then addressed me, describing my knife and asking if that was it. At that point I knew I knew him and he knew me and liked me and would recognize me by my knife, but also that I needed him to believe me dead. I thus ran back, picked up to knives in addition to mine, showed them to the officer and pointed out that I had picked up mine and one of the others from a fallen soldier. I left, feeling he did not believe me.

Morning of July 17, 2018. Tuesday.



In my dream, the setting is an isolated version of our present home, with the erroneous factor of being in a large field. The roof is different from what it is in reality and is more like the roof of the Cubitis house. We have neighbors who live nearby, but not as in a typical suburban area.

It seems to be late morning in my dream. Threads of my conscious self identity are scant, but I am aware of my marriage and family.

Vestibular system correlation begins in the form of the approaching winds of a storm. Zsuzsanna and I are outside. I see a tornado. It is not a threat and seems unusually thin. I non-lucidly mediate the weather without my dream self becoming lucid.

As time passes, there are a few more tornadoes. One of them moves toward our house. As I anticipated, one of the tornadoes turns, moving into our house, tearing the roof off, but not doing any other damage.

“Oh no, not again,” I say, without much emotion or excitement. (This is a reference to the natural disaster that we survived in November of last year.)

There are several large sections of boards scattered about the yard. (I do not see steel roof sheeting as in reality.) There are also sections of tar paper (which I have not seen in real life since the 1970s).

An unknown Hispanic male, apparently our closest neighbor, comes over to look at the damage. He exhibits a cheerful and helpful attitude. My dream self automatically correlates with the factor of non-lucid dream control (with no discernible trigger) and I start to realize that I can will the roof to become whole again. Pieces of the roof fly up and go back onto our house so that the roof is complete. At one point, I hold onto small rods that are part of the foundation of the house and wiggle them around as the top of the house rebuilds itself. (This is an attempt to reinduce my dream or to get more sleep, as it represents the vertical pipe of the outdoor faucet near the front of our house in reality.) I wake shortly after this. There is no exploration of indoors in this dream. It all takes place outdoors.

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Readability score: 73 (likely to be understood by a reader who has at least a 7th-grade education).

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Night of July 16, 2018. Monday.



The emerging consciousness factor is one of several factors in the establishment and utilization of lucid and non-lucid dream control. This series will briefly address dreams based on this factor.

Dreams originally evolved out of a need to establish a degree of awareness while sleeping, to determine concurrent environment threats or concerns. From here, additional processes came in, with the reticular formation being a part of the process, two key factors being hunting and evading. Abstract thought and autosymbolism began to develop. Autosymbolism developed from the biologically diagnostic stages of dreaming and waking. Religious fanaticism transmuted predator forms into the delusional fixation on so-called devils and demons. In modern times, such “demons” still have the attributes of animals but are often transmuted into domesticated animals (such as goats and bulls), which is anomalous.

Awareness of the subconscious self, through which in non-lucidity has no intelligence, temporality, viable memory, or even inherent tangibility became a dominating factor, which came about from the augmented self-awareness of more developed individuals. In modern times, the majority of people do not clearly remember their dreams, and even when they do, lack any understanding of them. In contrast, people like me are not only able to recall their dreams but retain the memories of them indefinitely as well as typically understand their meanings as they are occurring, with additional hypnopompic revelation also being a common factor.

In non-lucidity, the subconscious self is isolated. It does not have a viable link to either the unconscious mind or the conscious self identity as in waking life or as in lucid dreaming. However, because of the virtuous circle effect in working with and understanding my dreams from early childhood, non-lucid dream control is a factor of importance. I often have more control over my non-lucid dreams than many others have in lucid dreams. My knowledge of autosymbolism is one of the reasons for this. Remember that autosymbolism is not symbolism in the conventional sense. Many people mistakenly believe and propagate that dreams contain waking life symbolism, which is typically not even possible. In fact, many so-called interpreters fuse literalisms into dream content and pretend they have interpreted something that is often a self-evident factor.

In non-lucidly attempting to establish my link to the emerging consciousness, virtually infinite possibilities arise. The catalyst is the vestibular system correlation of the waking process. It varies. The focus may center on physicality or the level of discernment of the space around the illusory physicality. The mode of the dream self and its fictitious body varies from dream to dream. Many people like to pretend that the dream self’s illusory body is like their physical body. It is a bizarre fallacy of which most people never attempt to resolve.

A challenge of both lucid and non-lucid mediation and modulation of the dream state involves vestibular system dynamics. It is easier for me to fly than walk in dreams. Flying is natural and automatic. So is falling. A dreamer should not pretend that vestibular system correlation has an association with waking life other than biologically. For example, the first falling start of each sleep cycle is more defined, vivid, and intense when I had walked more in real life. Pretending that muscular literalisms are “symbolic” is a game of the unintelligent. It is chaff of the mindless and purposeless content of so-called dream dictionaries and the woo of so-called interpreters.

In these entries, I will focus on the vestibular system correlation of type two. They will reflect upon the mediation and modulation of the physicality of emerging consciousness. Type one nuances occur in some examples.

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This entry has been scanned, reformatted, and corrected by AI. It requires at least a 160 IQ to comprehend. Public readability is only 38. I did not intend this. It is difficult for me to write at a level below a 160 IQ for this type of content. I will try to make other entries in this set clearer.

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Created Monday 16 July 2018

Got some non-LDs to note.

Dream 1 - Winter Family Gathering and Old Job Again

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at a large picnic area in a forest clearing during a cold winter day. Many extended family members were about. In particular was uncle Valentin, dressed in a wool coat and hat, who appeared much older than when I last saw him. My brother, Conrad, who was nearby, also noticed this, claiming this made him look like a "wise man".

Cut to the streets of an unknown urban area at dusk. Uncle Valentin, my sister Francine, my pal Harold, an unknown supposed acquaintance and I were walking around. Save for uncle Valentin and I, the rest of the group split to play board games. I noticed my hair was a total mess, having thick dust in between. Woulda taken hours to clean that off.

Later, I'd arrived in my old job at the gas station. The interior looked quite different. In contrast, the co-workers I spotted looked almost exactly the same, of whom included Salvador and Erving, about the only difference being the latter missing his moustache. Anyway, I gave an awkward greeting to them. I also found that I was already in uniform. As such, I went to sign myself up in the log-in binder. I 'remembered' having powers, prompting me to telekinetically drag said binder to me. But, my clumsy handling of such caused the binder to fall to the floor in pieces. What's more, I see I was scheduled for much later than anticipated. Erving chided me for not calling earlier to verify this.

Think I was slowly figuring the dream out. Pity the cat decided to wake me up...

Scrap Group 1
Passing through a suburban area at daytime. I seat myself on one of several seats randomly placed there, a few of which were those from home, and browse the web on my laptop. Francine showed up, curious as to what I was doing. Later on, I spot my niece Adina passing by unattended. Then, Jim Gaffigan spontaneously appeared, walking a large and small dog. The animals accosted my niece, and the bigger one even seemed to bite her. I woulda attacked the dogs outright, if Jim hadn't convinced me that no harm was done or meant.

Dream 2 - Atypical Transport Transits

Scene 1 - Car-Bomb and Brawls
The visuals were a bit dim and blurred. I was in a crowded subway station. Just then, Batman and Bane (as depicted in the Nolan-verse) appeared out of nowhere, both locked in combat.

While that was happening, an out-of-control silver luxury sedan swerved right into the tracks. A woman was trapped inside in the driver's seat, and in the passanger's seat was a package. Figured a bomb must've been there. 'Knowing' I had powers, I dragged the woman out of the vehicle through telekinesis, if perhaps less than gently.

I then started lifting the car out to safety, when a live action version of Superman appeared, followed by Lex Luthor in kryptonite-powered armor. Their ensuing brawl was causing a lot of noise and property damage, lapsing my concentration. I stepped in between the two, insisting they cease until I dealt with the bomb. Luthor glared at me from behind his helmet's yellow visors, then wolloped me square beneath my chin.

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Not Your Usual Trip to the Airport
Similar visuals. I was a passenger in an airliner. There was a shower out in the open for all to use. I myself didn't even bat an eye to doing such, though it seemed I used up all the hot water, causing a bit of an uproar.

Cut to the airport. I collect my luggage with other supposed friends that were (apparently) aboard as well. One of them spots ads for pit fighting and a target shooting competition, the prize being a vintage rifle. They urged me to enter, claiming that my powers would give me an advantage, though I wasn't interested.

Skip ahead to a crowded checkpoint. Harold and Conrad were now with me. The former gets in a conversation with a guard lady, an easygoing stubby woman in her thirties with tanned skin and dark hair. I thought of using my powers to prank her, all on a lark. Before I could go on with that, the dream collapsed suddenly.

Dreams gently but totally evaporated as I came to full waking consciousness. Just now I was reading DarknesDarknes ...

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... DJ and intro post. Then this earworm began in my head

https://youtu.be/5pjEWzgz8zU