I sleep today to long. I want sleep 7h, but I wake up after 11. I remember some dreams, but this is only fragments. Also I don't remember dreams order. Drems 1 I was going to bus stop. In fact I was going to second bus stop, but I don't remember a reason. Propably I was going to the bus stop, becouse I just want. I had thoughts about matura exam, so propably I was a high school graduate. I thinked about school lecture. A lot of cars drived past me, with turned off light, so I bring out my flashlight and blink to drivers. The sky was so gray, that the flashlight worked well Dream 2 In second dream I remember only, I going to my friend from garden plot, on my bike. I was confused, because I didn't notice him house. Unfortunately, I didin't RC Dream 3 In this dream I remember only some house. It was dark inside, but some lamps were turn on. I remember some interrogation in another, more darkness room. I'm sussing next dream, but I cannot call any memories about that.
Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 51 sec. Readability score: 71. My dream starts with a scenario involving what I think are people working for the EPA. I am present, though I am not originally a part of their group. Something happens to an unknown male. It involves a tree that had fallen on him. The background story changes. The leader (probably Andrew Wheeler) gives me the job of guarding the man who was injured (probably Scott Pruitt). I am to pretend to be a police officer during his hospital stay. I tell them that I do not have experience doing this. They say that they will give me the proper outfit. I am to stay in his hospital room until further notice. Later, I am wearing a turquoise uniform. I sit in a chair on the left side of his bed. He does not wake or move at any point. His head is at an odd angle, as his pillow elevates his neck but no other part of his body or head. It appears he might be uncomfortable (even though he is asleep), though I cannot be sure. An unfamiliar nurse tells me, “Well, it’s better to have indigestion than a broken neck.” As I sit there, I feel confident in my role. Eventually, however, an unknown male walks in, a police lieutenant of about sixty years of age. He stands across from me and talks to the nurse. Although I feel confident in my role, my non-lucid RAS mediation begins to waver. I start to realize that I might have been given an incorrect police uniform from another department. I also consider that he probably knows all of the officers in the area and eventually start to question who I am. Eventually, the RAS avatar responds to my silent subliminal commands and stares at me. “What are you up to here?” he says in his role as the police lieutenant. He brushes my uniform, and I notice some dust on a few areas of the jacket. I realize that he knows I am not one of his officers and not even wearing the correct uniform for this region. He does not tell any of the hospital staff that I am an imposter and does not even question me from here. He turns around and walks to the doorway. “You’re going to regret that,” I boldly call out after him. I start to tell him that I am “working undercover.” Then I realize, looking to my right, that the other man asleep in the bed is me, literally under the covers. It is virtually the opposite of a dream from yesterday, where transpersonal interconsciousness avatars were posing as female police officers, and I questioned them (except in that dream, “An Unwarranted Treasure Hunt,” more of my conscious self identity was present). How hilarious can it get?
25: I'm in an amusement park with Sam. We're standing in this large room made of metal that feels ancient. When you touch something it plays a sequence of events that represents the story from some movie or book. A man and his three little kids walk in. Sam starts to touch the same pieces to show him what he had missed from the story. I remember thinking he was being selfish for dragging his little kids to this sort of attraction when obviously they weren't old enough. I thought the story turned out to be the chronicles of Narnia. My view was watching a lion with wings fly around a field. I was on a tropical island or on the coast in a town. It was daytime out. There were people walking around slowly. It felt like this was some sort of zombie apocalypse, but then it felt like they were actually players in a video game trying to kill each other in a free for all fashion. I'm with sam Kolby and moo in a room on the second or third floor. Maybe we were in booty bay from WoW. They're talking about this really attractive girl. I walk down to the coast on a boardwalk and the girl is there. She's interested in me. We're talking and at some point we kiss. I recognize this girl as being an Instagram model that I used to follow before I purged my Instagram. I realize sam or Kolby really liked this girl so when I got back to the hotel room I didn't mention it to them. They split up and do some other things, I look at my phone and find her profile on what looks like tinder. Her profile picture was her lying down in a boxing match like she had one something and there's money flying all around. 26: A girl is in front of me. There's something small in front of me with lyrics of Swim and Sleep by unknown mortal orchestra. I'm singing them and she joins along. I stop and she stops. I pick back up and she continues. It felt like we liked each other in some fashion or another. We're close by a beach on the boardwalk. It's about to be nighttime. In my mind Excision is about to play somewhere. We look at the boardwalk and there's 100s of young people shoving each other around listening to hardcore music like rock or electronic. People start coming out of a building where Excision had played. We walk in and see some band on stage. We're the only people watching but as we leave I cheer them on. The group is walking up to a big snow place. We're waiting in line, my friend korri is coming but she's far behind in line. We get in and go down a hill. In the middle is an ice rink from what I remember. More of our friends come in and meet us at the bottom. I run up to who I think is korri and tackle her, but when I look at the person it turns out to be stella. Our group starts all collectively chanting da da dadada da, da da, dadada da. It starts quietly and then goes up in volume and pitch. I see stella's parents walking around cheering us on. The cheer escalates further and I see people's parents in the stands looking at us. It's now a warm environment without snow. The cheer bursts into a massive scene with everyone there joining in. Someone lifts me up and brings me to the center of it all. Flags are waving around and people are going crazy. I look down and ask who's lifting me up. A guy throws me up in the air a little bit and goes "Terence." I look down and it's someone I know named alex but I let it go. He eventually lets me down and I give him a side hug before running towards the main building.
There is a kid. His name is never specified, but his life sucks. He had nearly caved into cocaine and drug abuse at a young age, and his family actually hates him. The story properly starts at his birthday party. He was practically having FUN hiding from his family because they found out about him being friends with a school shooter until he was caught. After that, he had to sit on the bench for the rest of the party. His dad then comes up to him and starts to sexually harass him. He makes a run for it. He runs as far away from home as he can, taking a friend with him. His plan is to go crash at another friend's house. He doesn't hang out with his friend that much because he is abusive, but something has to be compromised. All the while, he is being chased by my mom, who, in the dream, is his mom. He stops at a library and hides there. He has some pills in his pocket, but he never uses them, although he says he wouldn't mind some cocaine. Eventually he hears an ice cream truck. His friend tells him to stay, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he leaves the building and almost gets arrested by the police. They make a run for it once again and then the kid's mom finds them. He asks why she is doing this and she says that he was a mistake and that she hates him. They eventually lose her but then they get lost themselves. They are at a haunted mansion, Or rather, HE is at a haunted mansion. His friend wasn't anywhere to be found. He enters and gets bombarded by a giant spider and a pac-man looking creature, but manages to fend them off. It then goes to the wikipedia page for the monsters he was attacked by. This dream is based off of a story I am writing in real life. It's called "Something to Think About" and you can check out what I have of it here: https://www.fictionpress.com/u/1046116/DROP-THERAPY
Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 24 sec. Readability score: 66. I am driving an unfamiliar car. The driver’s side is on the left (implying America). Brenda is on the passenger side. There are no threads of my conscious self at this point. We are going north on Highway Seventeen (the original one). An outdoor seminar on dreaming is occurring in an area we pass to my right. Brenda cheerfully points and says, “Bobbleheads.” (This is what I call people who talk or write about dreams or their so-called meaning while having no understanding of the dream state.) Something about the scenario seems off, and I try to consider what it is. Brenda’s head is now slumping forward. Her head is Betty Boop’s. I wonder if she is a clockwork girl that has suddenly malfunctioned. For a moment, I consider I may get into trouble for stealing or taking advantage of a movie prop. Her forehead seems to have an electrical outlet (the American type). Glancing at Brenda (or Betty Boop) again later, I see her changing into different dream characters at the rate of about two per second, cycling through many diverse personas. Finally, “she” becomes George Harrison and continues to talk about Bobbleheads. We continue on our road trip with a cheerful disposition. We arrive at a music studio. George has a meeting with several music producers. Once in the room, however, it seems to be a class on economics. Going up to the front, where a chart on an easel displays an upward trend (a linear representation of the waking process), I see that all the students are equidistant identical ceramic chicks (yet still living entities), which turn their heads left to look at us. They chirp similar clouds of small triangles, circles, and squares, mostly of red, blue, green, and yellow, of which float about above their heads for short periods of time. They seem to be asking why most humans are unable to communicate with them. (This is emerging consciousness simulacra of which first occurred around age three. What wonderful nostalgia.) (Zsuzsanna and I were talking about “Route 66” yesterday, though she has never seen the show.)
Non-dream stuff: Woke up at 8 but fell asleep again somehow, and the non-lucid dream fragment that follows was after I woke up suddenly at 9:40; I tried to not recall the dream too hard, with positive result: Fragment: Was going up a small 1-lane ramp at what reminds me now of a school I've been to in waking life. It was day and as I went up the ramp I was fiddling with a box cutter (specifically a black and yellow one I have in waking life) and there was a boy, maybe 10 or 12 in front of me walking the same direction. The light was suddenly changing as I caught up to him and it became night; there were trees and fences to the right and at the immediate left some short buildings; I could see where the road would intersect ahead; I said something like "hey, wait up", at first wondering if the sounds of the box cutter scared him, but he didn't seem phased by that. I remember he looked at me and smiled and I asked him "where's your brother? do you know?". The boy said "no, I don't know", and I kept walking along with him and we talked about something; we were getting to an intersection with a town road and suddenly he had a dog on a lead, I'm not sure what kind, but not small and with brown/light brown fur. When we got to the intersection, the dog started tugging harder and went to the left and then suddenly it was like they were gone and I walked in the same direction as they'd vanished; I seem to remember that now I had the dog for a few minutes and it was very playful and tugging all the time on the lead (reminds me of my own dog in waking life, though it didn't feel like my dog) and I remember thinking something about the dog playing with a policeman but then the dog was gone again and as I went down the road, over a bend, I saw that some 3 story apartment buildings were damaged; I started walking toward them instead and then I remember one of them was quite damaged, like from an explosion, but it almost looked like they were made of very large Lego. I went into a building and the first and second floor were on fire and I kept walking through, up some stairs and then saw like an "interface" notification at the top of my field of view; I mentally clicked it, and the fires nearest me simply got put out; I repeated this a few times before the dream ended. (I was woken up by the already present garbage truck coming closer and getting just slightly louder, and my partner getting up to check on his car) Some notes: The area was reminiscent of my native country. This should have been dream-sign especially considering the absence of normal context, like the absence of my partner and my aimless wandering. I was the age I am now.Other than me, the boy, the dog and the "imagined" policeman, there was nobody else in the entire dream sequence.I was walking the whole time. At first this may not seem notable and though I did not feel frightened by anything at any point (such as by the fires, I was indifferent to the situation). And even if I had been afraid, it's not likely I would have run, but instead would have walked faster. This is reminiscent of real-life behaviour where I very rarely run if I'm in a public place, as it makes me feel self-conscious and observed, though the notion was not "consciously" present in my mind at the time in the dream.I have the idea the dog may have been a golden retriever, but I have no clear picture in my mind.I don't know who the boy really was, I think dream-generated, especially as I'm struggling to think of what his face was like and instead remembering the face of a boy in a game I've recently played.I think that before the ramp the fragment starts with me going up, there was water and a pier or something, but I know it was related to the dream sequence that came before.
Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 2 min 48 sec. Readability score: 56. In my dream, most of my current conscious self identity no longer exists. Only one identifiable thread remains for this excursion into the absence of self. I am about 15 years old again. My mother is alive and present at one point, but I am unaware of my father. (This is the typical absence of viable memory and “means” nothing. In other dreams, I remember my father and not my mother. It is because the dream self does not have viable access to the unconscious mind, contrary to popular misconception. The preconscious has limited access, but the dream self does not. Additionally, the preconscious always knows it is dreaming when the dream self does not, which is why RAS avatars and emerging consciousness simulacra are rendered in the last dream of a sleep cycle to initiate the waking process.) There is a thread of awareness that I am in bed asleep in reality, though this is a common factor of subliminal presence, not an indication of lucidity, as my dream self is not aware of being in the dream state. I am writing in my dream journal. As I write, I notice a gentle rain outside. My bed is in the northeast corner of the room, lengthwise to the north wall, the head oriented east. I see the orange grove beyond the carport, though the rendering is different from real life. I am looking through the open jalousie louvers of the carport door. (This setup is likely my subliminal awareness of a doorway representing a dream’s potential exit point, a typical form of reactive representation in the dream state since early childhood.) As I write, I vaguely recall that other people read my dream journal, but the recall is not full, that is, I do not remember that the Internet (or computers) exists. The thought about other readers is there, yet it does not trigger the emerging consciousness factor or RAS activation until later (and there is not a separate preconscious waking process in this dream, mostly because it is not the last dream of my sleep cycle). On one level, I am aware I am dreaming. On another level, my dream self does not hold this realization. This enigmatic state has been common to my dreams since early childhood and is not lucidity, but is one of many reasons why I know “interpretation” is not a valid concept. (Other than with factors such as literal prescience, I am aware of the processes that underlay experiences in REM sleep.) My dream self is perplexed by the recall of how anyone could believe in “interpretation.” (My dream self remains without recall of the Barnum effect as a factor of causation.) Even as a young child, I sometimes went into several pages of why dreams held the causes, meanings, and effects that they did. I was more sarcastic of disinformation agents and empty-headedness at age eight than in my tamer rants as an adult since my 2004 online presence (probably because my mother often shared invalid beliefs about dreams she heard from people in her time, though most of which I still see on the Internet to this day). As I am watching the rain and listening to its peaceful sound, I write in my journal, “When I am dreaming about rain, it means that I am dreaming about rain. You idiot.” (This is somewhat ironic, as I know water and its specific dynamics typically correlate with ultradian rhythm, the extent of muscular inactivity in sleep, and the dynamics of the glymphatic system. Still, this is in stark contrast to the asinine rubbish that “water represents emotions.” Additionally, even from when I was a toddler, I have always used the essence of water to reinduce the dream state as with its usage as such on virtually countless commercial recordings.) This dream mainly came about in response to the typical infuriating nonsense people sometimes leave on my posts on one site (as the site does not have the option to delete or block comments, so I remove the entry and repost it). It is unfeasible for me to post the same extensive paragraphs of information about RAS mediation each time as explanatory notes for a particular dream.
last night I slept 8+ hrs and got 3 cool dreams. In the last one I felt getting some awareness and would have gotten lucid if they didn't call me from work. DREAM 1 I'm visiting someone who lives on 1660 penn avenue. It's on a hill, in wooded area. I decide to go up the hill to look at the white house at 1600 penn. It's hidden by thick bushes and trees. I don't want to get much closer as not to become suspicious of doing something bad. So I decide to take a picture from where I'm standing towards the house I'm visiting and the near highway instead. To show how close they live. As I'm looking at the screen of my iPhone, I feel a loud sharp noise. I look and there is a tiny hole right by the power button, and about 5 secret service agents are fast walking towards me. I tell them I'm sorry, didn't mean to cause any harm, as I know they disabled my iPhone with a precision shot. They ask to look at the pictures on my phone to see if I took anything secret, but I didn't. I'm a bit scared. A bit later, this feels like a second DREAM 2. But the setting is the same. Except now I can see beautiful green mountains with peaks covered in snow. I know I'm in Colorado. I wish I took pictures of that. As I look closer, a smallish airplane is flying above the tops. It grows bigger and is now doing acrobatic loops around the mountain top. I go uuuuh and aaaah and I'm just delighted. Love airplanes and watching anything flying in my dreams. DREAM 3 I'm walking towards the city square in my hometown. I decide to hang left, not wanting to go towards church. I'm suddenly in different city. I start to look for a place that's close to the street but kinda hidden from eyes of people walking by. Something discreet to have some hanky-panky. I find some structure of walls and I walk to the sidewalk to see if they would see us from there. Now I'm starting to become aware. I keep looking. There is a very old wall with steps leading up to it in few different places. Normally I avoid old places because they scare me. But not this time. I'm more curious and I realize it. Makes me happy that i'm not scared. There is a rope or something like that hanging from the wall and I grab it. That swings me out while I'm still standing on the wall. On my right, I can see a mesh roof broken on few places, over some large round room. Like a rotunda in a castle. I really don't want to fall in there, but I look inside with interest.
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