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Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday.



This dream seems to indirectly stem from another (“Lounge Room Enterprise”), though the setting is now like a movie theater, though with the essence of our lounge room. I still view it as a public place. The time has changed to be more near the evening.

The movie playing is “It’s a Wonderful Life” (from 1946). I am sitting in the second row from the front. As I am watching the movie, I look to my right and see who may be an elderly lady. She reminds me vaguely of my mother (though is not her). Other unknown people are present.

At one point, James Stewart, in the black-and-white scene, partly emerges from the screen, seemingly pointing a gun at someone in the first row, which makes me slightly wary of where I am sitting. I am wondering how real the movie will be.

I decide to move to a different seat and walk to the left to the aisle. I look back, noticing that what I had thought was the female patron is now a big pillow, which was upright in the seat. There seem to be more of them in other areas.

I feel a bit puzzled and begin to wonder if there was supposed to be a gun in that scene. I go back to see that the screen is mostly flat, but again walk back to the left. I find a door that goes into an area behind the screen. I become very puzzled, because I do not realize that a movie is only two-dimensional. There are a couple empty boxes in what seems like a storage area.

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There was no preconscious modulation here when the avatar (Jimmy Stewart) initiated. The precursory event did not seem directed at me. I must have subliminally projected my conscious self identity into another avatar during RAS mediation as is sometimes the case. However, no drama ensued, and I ended up in liminal space (the storage area being autosymbolic of this state as a precursor to waking). The movie theater is autosymbolic of mediating the dream state. The presence of pillows was also a typical dream state indicator.

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Readability score: 73.

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I sat in a whirlpool with several people. At some point I was outside in a wood, where I spotted some guys I thought were visiting the university but who claimed to celebrate being done with school. They were playing some sort of shooting game with water guns. One of them hit me by accident so I ran after him to wipe him with some form of wet cloth until he tripped and fell over. I got him right in the face while some of his friends held him down, but then one of them gripped a handful of mud wich looked suspiciously like dung of some sort and was teeming with flies, and smeered it into the poor guy's face. I then got up and ran, fearing that he might make me responsible for his situation. I then ended up back in the pool, wich a girl I know from school was just about to leave. I had something to talk to her about, so I went after her. On the way through the house I met my informatics-teacher who told me that unfortunately next year our class was going to be done by another teacher entirely unrelated to the topic. I do not remember catching up with the girl, but getting on my bike in the rain.

I played The Witcher III, where for some quest I had to defaet an Ice King. This Ice King was basically a human king enclosed in thick ice in desperate need of rescue. He attacked me with thick tentacles of ice that were spiked, or ice-shards that could stun me. To make matters worse, I failed to deal him any significant amount of damage, so I did die several times. Whenever I began anew, I was stuck in a cutscene for some time wich bothered me, so I decided to save right after it was over. I do not recall doing so.

My dream father was President Trump. We were in another country (Likely Finland), as my dad was getting prepared for an important meeting. I noticed a lot of garbage was lying around in this room that important leaders were soon to meet in, so I decided to help maintenance clean it up during some down time. I recall scraping off a thick layer of grease from what appeared to be a pickup truck bed. After a few minutes' work we all left the place to go to the assigned meeting place. So now I am in a van with Trump driving, Vladimir Putin riding shotgun, me behind Trump, Putin's wife next to me, and brother behind me. Putin's wife in this dream was a creepy old hag who cared about nothing but her appearance and that she was better than everyone else. Trump and Putin were talking it up in the front seat, but Putin's wife silenced Putin for talking too much and getting friendly with the enemy. That was kind of the point of the meeting was to try to ease America-Russia relations and work out peace, but she wanted none of it. She then asked me some questions about how old I am, and what I do for work. She said I smelled horribly and should be ashamed. She asked how I could be in her presence with the how bad I smelled. She said she was the most powerful woman in the world and that I should leave her sight. I tried to defend myself saying I took a shower and used deodorant and fragrance in the morning, but she just responded that I should have applied it again before entering her presence. She then reached in for a kiss, but I pulled away because #1 gross and #2 I felt she was trying to kill me. She tried a couple of times and eventually landed one mostly on my cheek. I scooted as far away from her as possible and a moment later I felt a numbing sensation start on my cheek and a bit of my lips. I knew it! She tried poisoning me with her lipstick. (See Doctor Who for where this idea came from) I immediately called out to my father that we needed to get to a hospital straight away because Putin's wife tried to kill me. Putin sighed in frustration and we sped up looking for a doctor.

Night of July 18, 2018. Wednesday.



For this page, I will review, with more clarity, some of the potential attributes of the dream state. The utilization of these pages as a virtual course or study guide in developing a greater clarity of mind is possible for some, but likely not for all. Do not be tricked into believing the following factors of the dream state are directly related to each other.

One can define “vividness” as to how aware the dream self (subconscious self) is.

One can define “lucidness” as to how aware the conscious self (waking self identity) is.

One can define “modulatory factor” as to what extent the subconscious self can shape or control the ongoing dream or the dream state itself whether or not it is aware it is dreaming.

One can define “realism” as to how realistic the dream is in contrast to being surreal and unlike waking life factors.

One can define “cohesiveness” by how the dream progresses. Remember though, that the subconscious self lacks a viable sense of time and linearity (temporality).

Additionally, the types of vestibular system correlation are a factor if one wants to establish and mediate or modulate virtual physicality. As described before, the challenge is to balance the illusion of physicality with the illusion of space (as well as directional orientation). In many dreams in childhood, I lucidly and non-lucidly became incorporeal. In some dreams, invisibility was my choice, while still maintaining virtual physicality.

Take a look at the list that includes vividness, lucidness, modulatory factor, realism, and cohesiveness. Try to come to terms with the truth by practicing pairs of reasoning in contrast to each other, all of which are inherently true. For example, dreams may be lucid without the factor of control. There are vivid dreams that are not realistic. You can sustain and control dreams without lucidity. There are visually realistic dreams that do not have viable temporality. The list goes on.

Such variation explains the nature of emerging consciousness simulacrums. You can perceive illusory physicality as problematic or project that anticipation into a simulacrum or avatar. Again, the most common potential for this is flying or falling. Walking is inherently more difficult when the focus is present. In the highest levels of lucidity, the feeling of walking is more thrilling than flying. That is because the illusion of weight and momentum is so well-defined (as well as augmented tangibility). Flying dreams sometimes have this, but it is more defined when closer to the conscious self identity as it exists in waking life.

Before I close this page, I will address a couple of habitual types of focus and projection regarding simulacrums of the emerging consciousness. Again, the vestibular system correlation is a factor, which can lead to flying, falling, rising, hovering, and many other situations. Another obvious factor is to what extent RAS is active and to what purpose. (For example, environmental noise, ultradian rhythm, biological need, and so on.) To what extent; subliminal, liminal, or lucid, is the subconscious self aware of being asleep in bed?

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Readability score: 48

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Not dream: I woke up earlier than usual, woken up by our friend staying over and remember dreaming something, but in no detail, and soon fell asleep again. Woke up at the normal time and stayed in bed for 45 minutes, seeing whether I'd sleep more and dream again or not. I didn't but remembered some dream fragments and got up. I knotted two of my fingers as I've seen a friend do, to remember the fragments and my intention as I go through doorways in the house, as I first go downstairs to make tea and then come back up to write my fragments as follow:

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Fragment 1 (non-lucid):
I was playing a special player vs player mode in a game I'd been playing recently in waking life, where I'd throw bombs at other players and vice versa, with the objective of making each other fall off the platforms until only one of us was left. What was different from the real game was that I was able to use my character's swords as well in this game mode.

Fragment 2 (non-lucid):
I remember talking to old friends and they were inviting me over to their estate across the river; in the dream I had a memory of what the estate was like, but I felt like something was off, as I also didn't remember this estate actually being so big. How could I remember and not remember at the same time? The "memory" was vivid, so I think that in the dream it's more like I was actually at the estate and that's what made me question it a bit.

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Notes:

• In waking life, there is a phenomenon that when you go through a doorway, your mind forgets current thoughts and changes how it thinks. I think I remember reading that it is believed this had to do with contextual adaptation, before humans made so many artificial thresholds themselves, such as going from the tundra to the plains and to the desert and so on. Interestingly in dreams, doorways and thresholds in general can have very literal scene changes beyond them. For me, anyway, they do.
• Keeping fingers knotted like this causes a good deal of pain, especially since my joints are hypermobile, but focusing on this lets me focus on the intention I set when I started doing it, even when I go through thresholds, as I've observed my friend do. I don't know the mechanic behind this, but it just seems to work.
• The friends from my second fragment are like extended family, but I rarely see them anymore, and in fact, in waking life it is impossible for me to casually see or hear about them, because I no longer live in the same country, so in my dream I was back in my native country, and should have realised this to be unusual.

Date of Dream: WED 18 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 376 - Those Distracting Little Children
Lucid Dream 22

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my house and my dad was there in the front room with me. We were watching TV and I think it was the world cup that was playing. We spoke about something but I forgot specifically what about. I think it was arrangements of how I was going to be looked after later in the dream.

I can't remember if there was a scene before the current recounted one or not. The next scene I can remember is that I was at someone else's house; a friend from primary school. Apparently her parents were going to be looking after me but I don't remember why. My friend is Chinese and so this also reflected in the dream with Chinese decorations all over the house as well as some Chinese food sitting in an oriental style bowl on the kitchen bench.

All the shops in the area of Springvale are Asian and this reflected in the dream as well. I was going to go to one of the well-known Asian supermarkets to get some grocery supplies. In the mall, I see the Asian grocer but soon, my attention gets turned to a Coles store that is also there. I walk up to the entrance of the store and I say out loud, but to myself, “Hang on a minute... In real life, there isn't a Coles in Springvale, so if there's a Coles here... Then this must be a dream...”.

So now I was aware that this was a dream and so was therefore in a lucid state. I went speed-walking into Coles through the front item security gates, saying to myself, “I've got goals to achieve, I've got things to do!”, then continuing my speed-walk down one of the aisles. While doing this, I was actively thinking about my pending tasks, firstly that I still had an actual penalty I needed to apply to Logan and then that Dreamy WB was supposed to pay a visit to DawnEye11. Walking down the second half of the aisle, I called out, “Dreamy WB!”, multiple times, wondering where on Earth she could be.

I ended up at the back of the store and there I saw her standing at the dairy fridges. She was slightly distorted in appearance but in an acceptable way. She was wearing a long grey cardigan over some black leggings and boots. Her physical facial appearance and proportions was more of a resemblance to AD rather than WB herself but this didn't phase me; the energy was there to suggest that this was indeed Dreamy WB.

I saw these little primary school age kids with her and when I got close to Dreamy WB, she actually ran off on me! I thought to myself in distress and disbelief, “What the...? She's running away!”. Despite being in a state of surprised shock, I ran after her. I figured it was the kids that were actually telling her what to do, ultimately leading me on a wild goose chase.

Back at the dairy fridges but further down the aisle, I finally caught up to Dreamy WB and stopped her in her tracks. The kids were looking at her like they wanted her to keep going but she didn't pay any attention to them. I then figured who the ringleader of the kiddy group was; it was a little five or six year old, she was wearing a white top with thin black stripes as well as jeans and baby pink runners. She had blonde hair and was wearing some thick black framed glasses... She was standing the closest to Dreamy WB, trying to egg her on.

So I was now talking to Dreamy WB but with these little bratty kids around, I thought it would be too much to apply penalties to Logan or have her go to DawnEye11, so instead, I asked her if she could take me for another round of fear control therapy. Because I was lucid, I was able to express many real life traits and so for the first time ever in a dream, I was stern towards her when stating the next aspect of my intention. I put my hand in a “no” position, waving the finger about, and said to her, “Dreamy WB... Don't let these kids distract you”. As I said this to Dreamy WB and then gave the little girl a piercing glare, I could see the little girl's expression in the corner of my eye... She was now scared of me and didn't dare to try anymore cons on Dreamy WB.

The next scene took place with the whole group; me, Dreamy WB, and the kids exiting Coles and heading to this corridor with two lifts. Three of the kids went into the lift on the left side but the little girl wanted to go with us... I could tell she was actually going to try and steer Dreamy WB away from me again. Despite the little girl constantly talking, Dreamy WB put both her hands on my shoulders to initially calm me down at the sight of the lift door and then she eased me into a hugging position.

I walked into the lift forwards while she walked in backwards, focusing on keeping me embraced in a tight, warm hug with me returning the hug as well... The little girl just trotted in on the sidelines, trying to be a nuisance. Dreamy WB only released me with one hand to press the door to close but after that, she put it back into its initial position. I could tell by Dreamy WB's energy that she wanted to talk to me in order to actually give me “therapy” but she remained quiet as she didn't want to engage the little kid anymore.

And then the lift started moving. It was going down but then I also felt it going backwards as well! It's almost as if it was going in a diagonal backwards motion. The fact that the lift was moving terrified me internally and not only was my stomach dropping due to the lift's motion but also due to the fact that I was terrified. Dreamy WB noticed that I was being slightly tipped by the lift, so she hugged even harder to keep me upright but at the same time, the complexion of her body became slightly softer, so I felt like sinking into her somewhat.

Something was different about the little girl now. She was talking but more like that of a mature person, even sometimes reminding me of Willy Wonka in the Wonkavator scene. Additionally, the little girl's presence didn't seem to phase me anymore and I didn't feel annoyed at all. I was mainly focusing on trying to stay upright as well as directing any thoughts of fear into Dreamy WB's security and warmth. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)



Dream 376: Results (Competition #5)
Competition Night: 17
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 55.0
Calculation Details:
- First Lucid Dream Of The Night (10.0)
- Was Introduced via DILD (5.0)
- Summoned A Dream Guide (10.0)
- Completed An Old Personal Goal While Lucid (10.0)
- SIGHT Task Completed: Have a dream guide assist you in a task using sight only, no sound allowed (20.0)

+ Previous Total: 35.0
Total Accumulated Points: 90.0



Points! YAAAAAAAAS! I'll explain why I gave some of the points I did. A personal goal that I had set was "Have Dreamy WB assist with fear control using a valid lift", since I was lucid when completing it, that's 10.0 points. And then I had a look at the team tasks and realised I completed the one that said "Have a dream guide assist you in a task using sight only, no sound allowed", I am team sight. The recap area that suggests that is "I could tell by Dreamy WB's energy that she wanted to talk to me in order to actually give me “therapy” but she remained quiet as she didn't want to engage the little kid anymore". She did not talk for the entire lift scene, neither did she when we were in Coles. Because I was lucid during that task, that's 20.0 points... By the way, I didn't even realise I completed that task until I checked against the scoring criteria just a few minutes ago.

Date of Dream: TUE 17 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 375 - Rigorous University

I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at Deakin University in Burwood and my intention was to check on WB during her first weeks there. It was currently Monday in the dream and I came across WB in one of the large courtyards along with EL and a few other friends of hers. She didn't say hello to me though and rather the group walked past me obliviously. Appearance wise, she had her hair in a frizzy pigtail and was wearing her year 12 high school hoodie. I cannot remember if she was wearing glasses or not.

It felt like the dream was playing a similar scene but it was now Thursday and I was in the courtyard with no one else around. I looked over at one of the small multi-storey buildings and thought to myself, “Aha! She must be in there”. But then after some more hesitation, I thought to myself, “Wait... She's actually not in there? So she's not in today...”. Further thoughts suggested that her days of classes were in fact Monday, Thursday and Friday but her current event was a lecture which I suspected she was watching from home rather than coming into the campus to attend it in person.

I was slightly confused as if she was going to be in for a class later on in the day or not. I finally decided that I would leave and then come back after lunchtime when the next slot of classes would be. When I was leaving though, I had to go through this weird tunnel and once I came out of the other end of it, there was this unknown man waiting for me. Apparently I got into trouble because people aren't supposed to be in the tunnel during scheduled classes, it's apparently a distraction to the classes.

So when the man went away, I waited outside the tunnel nervously and when I noticed my watch said 12:30, that's when I thought it was safe to go back through the tunnel and into the courtyard to try and locate WB for the Thursday. 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? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)



Dream 375: Results (Competition #5)
Competition Night: 16
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



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

+ Previous Total: 34.0
Total Accumulated Points: 35.0

A bunch of first and second year highschool students and I are standing in a room with blue and white tiled walls, florescent lighting and a concrete floor. There are windows in front of us and we're looking through them into a basketball gym. We are gathered here to ready ourselves for an event. The students all around me are mostly girls and are dressed in cheerleading outfits. I am wearing jeans and a grey shirt with the school's name and logo small on the chest.

Two of the cheerleaders are talking to me and the energy in the room is nervous. I feel kind of like I'm a student too, but deep down I'm still aware of my actual waking life identity. The girls tell me that we aren't allowed to wear the school logo during this event and I get a little bit worried.

A big male coach comes in, looking like a caricature of every mean grade-school coach ever, and yells at everyone to get ready. He gripes at me about my shirt and I respond by telling him I'm not enrolled here and that I'm 25 years old. He huffs and pouts away.

I know that my friend J is in the bandstands and I go to sit with her. The basketball gym is cold and blue. The cheerleaders come out and begin their routine. After talking to J for a few seconds I leave through the main doors at the end of the room. It's like I'm going through backstage at a film set, with all sorts of staff and equipment sitting around anxiously focusing on the event. I push my way through, uncaring.

The gym has transformed into a large movie theater when I come back and sit with J again. K and S are there too and we're all squished together on our part of the bench. J sits on my lap and we laugh. She's holding a baby who is apparently her little sister. K is holding another younger baby who is also J's sister. I am amazed by this because J's parents are septuagenarians and she is the youngest in waking life. Her mom bumbles around in a nearby corner which is stocked with toys, seeming tense and stressed.

I look around and see that the movie screen and the the wall it was on are now gone, leaving a very large opening to the outside. The concrete floor gives way to rocks and and shallow fast-flowing water and stone walls come up at the sides forming a sort of grotto. Small groups of people are exploring the area. It is a beautiful and refreshing sight.

I happily go exploring by myself. I come to a large rock bulging out of the water and bend over, looking for life. My sister KB walks up from behind me and is also looking, though less intently. I see different kinds of algae and some tiny fish.

Suddenly I spot a baby frog. I try to catch it but it escapes. Another one appears and I successfully capture it in my hands. I feel it wiggle for a moment before I let it go. I look back into the water and see a magnificent salamander, about eight inches from tip to tip, almost completely translucent, and having two tails. It is swimming around very actively. I have a hard time catching it but I succeed. I show it excitedly to KB then decide I have to show it to J.

I return to the bleachers carrying my prize carefully yet firmly and see that J is gone. I ask S and K where she went and they say they think she went to her room. We get her mom's attention and she agrees to lead me to the room. My sister, K and S all follow along.

This place is now an event center combined with a hotel, kinda like a resort. We go up several floors and eventually arrive in a very small, old film-showing room with yellow fabric walls and old, dark wood furniture. The door to J's room is here, made of that same dark wood. Someone in our group complains about the location of the room and I think to myself that it's not that bad.

J is there and she likes the salamander but is not very interested. Her brother is there now as well and they start acting incestual, flirting with each other, and I get really upset. I yell at them and fly away.

I find myself standing in a small room made from the same materials as the film-showing room. I see a small ornament, maybe a brooch, on a small round table. It has numerous blue and green smooth stones in a tarnished gold setting.

I am suddenly fully lucid and I remember the task to condense a color into a liquid and drink it. I think about using the small ornament but decide it has too many colors close together and it would be hard to single one out. I look around and see a long wooden box filled with dark, wine-colored apples. There is a blanket draped partially over them and I remove it, revealing some unidentifiable, slightly different colored fruit. I put the blanket back and prepare to extract the color from the apples. I notice there are a few bunches of similarly colored grapes among them.

I reach out and pull the wine red color out into my right hand without touching the fruit. I had intended to materialize a cup for it to go into, but the liquid seems to have replaced the flesh of my hand, which is now wine colored up to the wrist where it stops at a hard line. When I withdraw my hand I can see it is slightly translucent and the liquid within it is sloshing back and forth a bit. I put my lips to my open palm and slurp the liquid out, watching as my hand becomes flesh again. The liquid is cool and tastes like fruit punch. I smack my lips, savoring it, and smile at its pleasantness.

I fly off into an increasingly dark area down several corridors and begin to hear someone coming after me. It feels sinister. I fly faster into a dark bathroom and into one of the stall where I hide. The danger passes, having overlooked me. More occurs, but recall is almost nonexistent.