26.07 The first dream, as I remember today. I was traveling with my familly to sea. We found entrance to cave, and on the cave's end was exit to beach. The beach in the cave's exit looks pretty, the sky was almost cloudless, and on sand hang out small rocks, and growing plants. We are found a nice place in wall's recess, on the right side. I was satisfied because that place. I said, I want to live here xD The scenario was changing. I was in unknown building. As far as I can see I saw a tornado. A few moment later, the tornado changed course, to me. He destroy ground flor, include celing, so I can saw lower level in my floor. I was afraid, about my life. The tornado always back to me, when he was to far. On the end of my dream, the building was ruined. I survived, but I don't know, what would happen, when, the dream stay longer. Maybe I would die? I remembered other dream, but I don't had time do write that, so I write very simple descriptions. In second dream I had revolver for black gunpowder. I was in forest, but the police were incoming, so I hide my weapon. In next dream I just walked in town, without a goal. Nothing special. 27.07 I thinked, I never recall that dream, but I reminded. That dream was very short, and simply. I saw lying Natsuki from DDLC. She was crying, as if to be somthing really bad. She was dressed in a white t-shirt and pink skirt. That was only dream what I remembered
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I was in a snowy landscape. A girl from Thailand came to visit me but I didn't want her to be there. She was obsessed with me and really clingy. I remember building up a base at some point in a field like in fortnite. At some point we're in my room and it's really dark. It feels like it's early morning and I'm trying to get up so I can go play video games before the girl wakes up but for some reason I was stuck in bed and couldn't fully get up. We eventually get into a forest around some friends. She walks up out of nowhere and it looks like she's pregnant but in my mind I think she's so crazy she put a basketball under her shirt just so that people would think she was pregnant. My friends are looking at me like she is crazy. We get into a house with some old uva friends of mine and they're greeting me and then looking awkward when they see this girl.
I'm over at the lakeshore apartments doing things when I see a man lingering around me. He is Caucasian with dark colored hair and hazel colored eyes.He looked a cross between A.J. Styles and dean abrose (wrestlers) I was in the living room but came out and went into a room that had bins in it. I opened one and saw that there was sandwich meat inside of them. It looked like it was bologna or turkey and started to get some but decided not to. As I was looking around in there I heard a loud engine sound from behind me. I turn around only to see a person in a huge, white forklift like vehicle. It was shiny, clean and just the way I liked it. He rolled up on me slowly and being careful not to harm me. I knew about it and seen that he was gonna end up trapping me. I ducked underneath the forks and he swung around and chased me and I was running across the livingroom. I got semi lucid and ran back to where I saw the food thinking about how good food tastes in dreams. I reached and tore me off a piece of what looks like bologna and rand out the front slidingdoors. It was night time and I was high up on a balcony. I knew that I was gonna end up trapped if I stayed here. So I went back in just as truck rolled up. I tried the back door and went down zig zaging stairs and as I did that, it became daytime. I'm now in the front parking lot and I see the truck show up. He was much faster then what he was indoors and realized that this was his turf now. I ran across the lot and he let me get ahead of him then charges at me, raising the forks up like it was gonna grab me with them. I took off up lake street. He went over to the adjacent road next to it. He was gonna cut me off so I turned back and went farther down lakeshore and saw the truck with him looking at me, realizing that I was one the next street and didn't have time to turn into it. Haha! I laughed at him as he pointed at me and made a U turn. The street I was on was now long and narrow and he was coming up behind me. I thought that he was gonna hit me but he didn't. Instead he pulled up along side me and told me to get in. He opens the back door and I think wait a sec. I look at him and sees that he is the man I had saw earlier in the dream and he smiled at me. I tried to get in but realized that I was too tall and me head is having issues getting below the roof and is in between to door. he says "oh boy..". The truck is now a white car and I finally managed to get my head in and is now in the front seat. He says something to me but I don't know what it is and we drive back to the apartments. It was now night time again and I get out and look up into the sky. It is partially cloudy with the clouds being a nice purple color and the sky being a lighter purple. I smiled at the dream and told it that you will be one of those rare dream where I actually appreciate what it has done. As I'm looking into the sky I accidentally bump into something. I look and seen a group of people has spawned in with two cars side by side. One was black and the other was a two toner. I had bumped into his car that was a nice two tone purple and blue color and he was looking at me angrily. I said sorry to him and he pulls his head back into the car as two other guys sat on the back on it. Shortly after this I walk around a bit then wake up.
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I start off non lucid outside somewhere. I don't know what was going on but somehow I found myself lucid and some flood was happening. It was a very bad flood. The water was dark colored and was in a fast rush, sweeping away anything in its wake. When I seen the familiar golden arches of Mc. Donalds mostly submurged told me enough about how deep it was. It was daytime and this was bad and no way anything good can come of this scene. I of course avoided that area and went back into an ally way that lead to a darker part of the dream. The sky was dusky and I became lucid and began to call out to Kyoryuzin (Japanese dino thunder megazord). After a few times of calling to him with no sucess of him coming I looked up into the sky which is how most of my zords make entery into the dream and saw in the dusk colored maroon/purple sky tiny lights that you'd see on a rocket or a jet highly aloft in the sky. The lights were flashing on and off and in knew that it qas not what I was looking for. I went about calling his name randomly until I came across some kind of an indoor beach. I'm in a huge room with sand everywhere and people were playing in it. The sand felt cool on my feet even though I was thinking about it having ants in it and being itchy. Glad that it didn't happen and remained cool and even felt the covers on me. After that I spoke to the kids that were playing in the sand, telling them that this was a dream qnd was looking for someone to chase me as Kyoryuzin. They pointed over to a heavyset man that appeared to be asleep on a bench "He'll do it" With that said I went over to him and seen that he was awake and explained to him this being a dream and what I was wanting. He declined and this angers me. "Oh reaal,asshole? Just know that I just taught your kids how to cuss in a dream!" With that said I storm out of that place, getting ready to wake myself up as I found no further use to be present in this boring ass dream. The kids were aware of this and went over to the man and this time he perked awake and they explained to him what was about to happen. I heard him groan from being asleep for so long and as I was crossing the yard to go wake up, I turned atound to see a rather large, red being was standing in the door way. He was so big that he had to turn his broad body sideways in order to fit through the narrow doorway, first I seen his tail arm and then his smiling face, once he was through he made his way over to me. He was mostly red with strange yellow colors on his legs and his hands that were yellow shovel like claw things. Oh shit! I ran up the bank, towards the outdoor beach and when I turned back around he was right there and before I can even react he ponces on me and starts clamping me with those claw things. Oh shit! My voice is all weird and robotic and because of that I end up waking up by accident.
Reading time: 3 min 53 sec. Readability score: 57. Many specific patterns linked directly to the dreaming and waking process and its autosymbolism have been occurring continuously in my dreams for over fifty years, most occurring one or more times each sleep cycle. White Helicopter and Clock Tower. Morning of December 31, 2012. Monday. A white helicopter flies over a mostly featureless green field. It flies to the left of a clock tower that displays five minutes past ten. There is a vague apprehension of the rotor blades hitting the tower, but this does not occur. Vestibular system correlation of this nature is by emerging consciousness definition, represented by the clock tower which also correlates to the ultradian rhythm at the end of the waking process. Now I will look at other dreams (posted previously) that are a model of the same dreaming and waking process. In “Brother Earl’s Flying Saucer,” from November 29, 1976, this same waking process renders a spacecraft that my older brother Earl supposedly built. The spacecraft looks much like the Flying Sub from the television series “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.” It flies to the left of a clock tower. Regardless of a couple near misses with the tops of buildings, it successfully flies away. In “Not Quite Paris,” from June 13, 1978, I non-lucidly choose to place my focus closer to the process of vestibular system correlation. In this specific case, it is the Eiffel Tower, not a clock tower, but it is still the reactive representation of the emerging consciousness. In “Helicopter Ride into the Beautiful Mountains,” from February 8, 2017, the right side of the helicopter I am flying in taps a commercial building, but surprisingly, does not result in a mishap. In “Failed Flight (Wing Knocking On Eaves),” from October 1, 2014, the wings of the Cessna that someone else is flying is tapping the eaves of a building I am in on the fourth floor. I see it through the windows to my right. Instead of crashing into the building’s exterior wall of which is perpendicular to the section of the building that I am in, it stops and falls. In “Computer Tunnel?” from September 11, 1983, a low-flying airplane crashed into one of two skyscrapers. I am in a wheat field and run through a tunnel with walls like a printed circuit. In “The Future Delegates,” from September 11, 1982, while hugging, my “dream girl” (Zsuzsanna) and I jump from atop an airplane as it approaches a burning city and one of two skyscrapers. (Note that this was the precognitive form of Zsuzsanna before I knew of her in waking life, before our contact in 1991 and before we met in 1994). In “Amusing Helicopter ‘Rescue’ (with Pierce Brosnan),” from May 19, 2016, a miniature version of Pierce Brosnan (as James Bond) in a miniature helicopter “rescues” an effigy of me from the top of a high building. I place a tiny human-shaped pillow (meant to be “me”) into a small bed in the miniature helicopter. In “School-Bus-Plane Over Ancient Greece,” from November 16, 1969, I am on a flying school bus. Ahead, through the front windows, I see scenes of ancient Greece; the Oracle at Delphi and the Temple of Athena Nike. We seem to be ready to land. There is a sense of looking into the distant past. Thousands of other dreams that I have experienced and resolved since early childhood use this same basic template. Astoundingly, most people seem to ignore everything that is in plain sight (no pun intended). They prefer to pretend that the dream has “symbolism” related to waking life when such a process is typically not even viable. (Consider how difficult it is to read in dreams, or for that matter, even think at all other than in lucid states.) This type of dream is an extension of the flying, falling, or rising dreams, which has nothing to do with real-life factors other than in rare cases. It is a result of the vestibular system correlation of the waking process, as the reactive representation of emerging from sleep and is not symbolic in the conventional sense. A tower or other high building of the emerging consciousness becomes the focal point in some cases, though not always. It is all about correlating illusory physicality and increasing dynamics of the conscious self as in waking life. Whether or not you maintain either non-lucid or lucid dream control, such control has little to do with real life, but the extent of knowledge of the dream state and specific level of sleep. What does the conscious self possess that the dream self does not? There are many factors. One is the inability of the dream self to viably discern where his physical body is as he or she sleeps. That is a no-brainer, but many people do not even seem to have the slightest grasp of what it means or the nature of related reactive representation in the dream state. They go on to pretend there is a correlation, corrupting the “I am” of the dream state with the “I am” of current waking life, thereby on a path of misconception. Once anyone of reasonable intelligence dismisses the notion of waking life “interpretation,” or things “indicating” other things (relative to dream self to conscious self) new opportunities and clarity of mind develop. People who only pretend to understand dreams are easily recognized and dismissed. The causes and effects of the dreaming and waking process are more clearly understood, and non-lucidly or lucidly controlled. (Contrary to popular misconception, lucidity and dream control are unrelated, and in fact, many dreamers have less control when they are lucid than non-lucid. That is because of how the reticular formation functions. Many people who talk about “becoming lucid” have no understanding of what the dream state is.) “Bad” dreams become very rare and the potential for prescience increases. However, as can be seen here (with the September 11 dreams), prescience often correlates with the patterns of the dreaming and waking process.
Non-dream stuff: Got up at about 9:30 and then had to help my partner for a while so I've forgotten most details but held on loosely to a few non-lucid fragments. Fragment 1: I remember having an A4 notebook, the paragraphs lines were red and the edge guides were another colour, probably blue. In the dream this was a dream journal, though at least a few of the pages were torn, as if they had been bitten off, by a big animal, I though. I still tried to write on a torn page, either with a pencil or a pen. There were still good and intact pages, but for some reason I did not choose to try to write on them. Fragment 2: I was on a low tier of a canal or something, but not in the water bit. There was one of those tall concrete bridges across to a higher tier on the other side. Where I was, there were some chunky metal fences, one was crumpled and the others were stacked against each other. In the dream they were relevant to the dream's context, though I don't remember how. Some notes: The dream dream-journal was not like any DJ I've ever kept in real life. This journal I'm writing on now is digital, as was the last one I had. The physical journals I had were not books, but loose collections of blank A4 sheets that I wrote on.I really can't remember if I had a pencil or a pen when trying to write, but I know that it felt odd either way when I pressed on the paper. The feedback was not as I expected. This, and the fact that there was such a unique (and oddly torn) dream journal should have been a good prompt to do a RC, as I've just done now, thinking about whether I should do RCs when writing on DJs or not.The second fragment's area looked like typical city/town scenes I've seen from Japan, though I've never been there. I've recently been playing a game with such typical towns.The fact that I was somewhere so foreign should have been a good RC prompt, but in the dream I did not think about why or how I was there.Both fragments were linked together by some sort of plot/story, but I don't remember any detail.
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