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Date of Dream: FRI 6 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 368 - Seperated Sections

Dream 368 A - Where Is She Now
I don't remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was talking to the real WB but it didn't feel like she was in a good mood in this dream. Apparently, she had applied and gotten into a course at RMIT university. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 368 B - Welcoming Trickery
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was accompanying Sly and Murray on a job. They boarded a plane and a green masked guy that looked like Captain Quark from the Ratchet and Clank series was welcoming on board but I felt, from my energy, that there was something dodgy about him.

Once Sly and Murray were on board (I was no longer in the scene and rather the dream was playing from third person perspective), Quark gently hushed them and then grew a particularly evil frown with a grin, slashing a black and yellow tap across them and imprisoning them along with the other passengers! I was shocked at the scene I was witnessing and I thought to myself, “What the... Thank God I didn't go with them”.

The dream actually now showed me with Bentley and this unknown dream character dressed in orange. Though, Bentley was changed to be a female, now matching the gender of the orange character but I have forgotten “Betty's” exact appearance. Someone else came into the scene and the orange dream character got all excited, apparently the newcomer was her (the orange character's) sister named Gabby. After welcoming Gabby, I quickly interrupted.

Speaking to Gabby, I said, “That's all good you've gotten to speak to each other but there's an Australian celebrity coming. I need you to change this whole room to be an electric blue”. Apparently I was actually referring to Sly. The room was currently orange and green to match the current dream characters. Gabby had walked into the room though and the transformation had began. The façade was now light up in a very vibrant blue colour to be a match for Sly's arrival. 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)
- 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)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)



Dream 368: Results (Competition #5)

368 A
Competition Night: 5
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

368 B
Competition Night: 5
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 1.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 8.0
Total Accumulated Points: 9.5



NOTE: There was no mention of Bentley's identity in the dream. It's only after I woke up that I realised it was a female version of Bentley. Betty is what I think the female alternate name of Bentley. So "Betty" is a custom added name to make the journal entry flow well.

I went to bed around 8:30 P M after 4 episodes of DB Super and a long round of Pokemon Battles. I tried to meditate a little before going to sleep.

The first time I woke up, I had some dream recall. I remembered some earlier parts but couldn't re-remember them later. Because my re-remembering is not working, I might need ot start writing them throughout the night, each time I wake up.

Where my memory starts, I am in an auditorium. It is some kind of recovery meeting. The dog from my college house, L, comes and puts her feet on everyone in my row, one at a time, and eventually gets to me. It is a way of greeting us.

From behind me, I can hear M R say, "The big book is the real recovery book." It is supposed to be more of an A C A meeting so I get pretty ticked off. I say, "I hate that A A big book. The A C A red book is the real recovery book."

I remember a passage from there that talked about staying calm and riding out the storms of early sobriety. A B was saying how he accidentally had a slip last night, so he came back to the meeting. He said some people get sober by necesity and some get sober by their intention.

I remember at the end of the first round of dreams, I was driving to a restaurant. I was with someone else. We were going to a sushi place. We stopped at a smaller sushi place but then left to get to the big restaurant place. As we drove, we got to a 3 way intersection which came to a T. People began closing in on us from each side. We had no where to go. As they closed in on us, I woke up.

I got up to use the rest room that time. When I laid back down, I could re-play the dreams in my mind and try to form a memory of them. Luckily I re-remembered some later.

From the next round of dreams, I remember a T I song. I forgot the words, but he had multi-syllable rhymes. I was reading the lyrics as I heard the song. The rhymes were pretty good.

I remember stuff with people from my college house.

I remember a part with a side scroller game. The platforms were black. J R was going along the platforms. At the end, there were some tilted platforms he had to jump between. They were too slippery. I suggested he add some grip tape. When I went to add the grip tape, it kept sliding off anyway. There was nothing to stick the grip tape to the platform.

I remember being in town near the A T M and food store, trying to call my dad. I am not sure why I was trying to call him.

I remember a restaurant. The owner or manager went to the back with his son to take a break. He said that we could serve ourselves.

There were shellfish and donuts. I got a donut that looked to be filled with icing. G F commented that my donut must be creme filled but his didn't seem to be. I wondered if the donuts would taste like shell fish. I think E S was there.

I forgot the ending of those dreams. I remembered those dreams the least. I must have gone back to sleep the soonest.

I remember dreaming of pizza boxes. Some pizza boxes were open. I remember someone said to keep them closed so that the pizza would stay warm. Due to less air exposure.

I remember going to some kind of class at a gym. A girl in the locker room was putting her yogurt in her locker until after the class. When I tried to tell her that it wasn't safe to leave it out so long, she said, "It's only a minute." But really, it wasn't! She needed to put that yogurt in the fridge.

I remember a part when I was at a gym. I was pacing around near the machines, probably between sets. A guy there asked me something like, "Are you okay?" I said that I was fine but my shoulder was just not doing well today.

Then some people appeared who seemed important. The scene shifted to being in a food court. I saw the guy standing by their table like they were important.

"Get us some chips," the one guy said. So he ran off to get them chips. Then he got back and they ate the chips. "If we have all this power, to manifest anything at will, why did we just ask that guy to get us chips?" the one on the left said. The guy on the right responded something about pretending to have to live within the limitations of this world some times.

I didn't know it was a dream. I was really convinced that these were people who had gained lots of power.

I remember being in a class room. There was a song on a youtube video and the chalk board. It mentioned alcoholism, a higher power, and some other concepts. One line said that there must be a future, because if someone touches a power line, people get sick.

I remember seeing someone talk to their girlfriend. They said they would make sure to stay up late so they could spend time with their girlfriend. "I will sleep more during the day so I can be up at night," he said. I guess she had a late work schedule. He said that sleep makes him evil.

That bothered me because it is a negative view of sleep. I try to see sleep as a positive thing. I don't think any harm can come from sleep, while lots of harm can come from a deficit of sleep. I've had trouble sleeping for most of my life so I need all the encouragement to sleep I can get. I am aware that some people have a really easy time sleeping as much as they want, and wish they could be awake more often.

I remember something in nana's living room. R K was fighting with a teacher. The teacher tried to pull me to her side. I also remember being in town and R K seemed to get along with N R. It was late and people were out drinking. I think I saw a van and thought of going to sleep.

I remember the front of C L's house. He had some garbage out front. It looked all burnt up.

I remember L K talking with me. She said sometimes she smokes. I told her that's bad, and she tried to minimize the harm of it. I continued to push the concept that the smoke travels over 50 feet and infects everyone around. There is no safe level of exposure. And so on. She wouldn't really listen.

Then, she was fighting with someone else over some cookies that were at the table in front of me. To spite her, I threw the cookies over the fence.

Then there was a thing about how the neighbor's dog would be eating play dough if we didn't pick them up. But I felt so angry that I didn't go to pick them up right away. I knew I could just reach over with the grabber but was feeling stubborn.

I remember S S was in this next part. I was trying to fashion an angled platform. I had this metal platform thing and bent it all up. S S came out to bend it back.

I remember people walking down an aisle. Gandalf played music on a keyboard kind of thing, and sung. There was a poster with folding panels that swung around. Some panels were behind the others. I think the performance was for some kind of royal people.

I remember the dream came back around to picking up the play dough from the other side of the fence. My dad was out there. To get a sense of how to reach over, I went on google images, and tried to see an overhead view of my neighborhood. I showed my dad the old pictures from before the deck was built.

He was right near the part of the fence where the play dough was. I didn't want him to know what I was doing. I tried to discreetly get the play dough.

I woke up, took my supplements, but couldn't sleep again. Maybe it was the heat. It's only 6:44 A M so that seems a little too early to be up.

Created Thursday 05 July 2018

Got a decent DILD and two fragments to note. I probably could've remembered more of the last fragment, if I wasn't so distracted.

Scrap Group 1
At home. I was 'daydreaming' about my guide, E. Suddenly, I was in the shower with her as a tiny figure, almost accidentally getting myself squashed. That cat then woke me up.

Dream 1 - Unusual Sense of Fulfillment

Scene 1 - Happiness Without Success (and Some Bumps)
The visuals were dim. I falsely awaken in bed in the middle of the night. Got up and went to the lounge, where I realized the dream. But, I was too exhausted to continue, and dropped dead on the floor.

Rewind with rapid awareness. I get up and head to the front door. Tried just walking right through, but couldn't. Things were hazing up. I pretty much banged my head on the door for half a minute before I simply opened it. Upon taking one step outside, I began to thoroughly rub my hands/the environment, going on for a minute for absolute certainty. This gave me extreme clarity and stability within this state.

I slowly walk out of the complex. While sightseeing, I attempted various personal tasks/stunts. No luck with any of them, save for unexpectedly finding that I was then fully dressed in casual wear. And yet, I felt oddly content, perhaps even fulfilled. After a simple 5-minute stroll through part of the block, I decided to head back home and go straight to bed.

Home again. Awareness lost. I rummaged around in the kitchen, when I heard someone knocking on the door. My brother, Theseus appeared from upstairs to answer. There, I overheard him loudly arguing with supposed neighbor's of ours. I ignored most of this. Later, I walk out the place again. Seeing myself in underwear granted me awareness. That's when my 'neighbors' directed their gripes at me. They complained that my previous walk frightened their grandson, of whom was playing outside. Why a kid would be doing such in the middle of the night is beyond me. Anyway, I assured them the impossibility of such, what with it being my dream, and all, and headed back inside. They responded with nasty insinuations of my character, greatly upsetting me.

Things get unclear. Lost lucidity. I complain about the above with my siblings. This looped back, along with part of the stroll. There's thoughts of having revenge against those neighbors, if not acting out on such. Unknown transition. Possible reentry.

Scene 2 - Come Fly With Me
Similar visuals as above. I was walking around the neighborhood, this time accompanied with my brother, Adrian. Soon, I noticed the last parts of "Come Fly With Me" sounding in the backward, instantly resparking awareness. Per the song's title, I grabbed my bro, then flew us past the trees and far above into the night sky. Not too clear on other things. I know I head west, and probably mention a trip to the water park. Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - "Showing Off to Grandma"
The visuals were brighter but slightly blurrier. I was in a forested area, hurrying through a daytime thunderstorm. Adrian was with me yet again. Soon, we arrived at the side entrance of a mansion, supposedly a place we occupied. We take a moment to take off and rinse our outer garments before entering. Something about this retriggers awareness.

We look around the place, passing an entire banquet hall, as well as a space filled with mannequins in fancy late 19th century wear. Then, while turning a corner, I met up with my long deceased great grandma, who appeared far more active and in better health than I'd ever seen her. This gets me to float around in a meditative pose, though with some difficulty. Mom then appeared, and feigns outrage at my "showing off to grandma". The dream collapsed soon after.

Scrap Group 2
Playing through and reviewing a CPS2 Marvel game. Marvel Super Heroes, maybe?

Morning of June 30, 2018. Saturday.



The setting is unknown but implied to be our present home. I had been given an audio tape with music on it, from an unknown young male. Zsuzsanna is present. The music is like a mix of dub and progressive rock and has a science-fiction theme.

The tape is about as wide as reel-to-reel tape. It is shiny white but otherwise has the same texture. I attempt to play it by putting it in a large device in which one end of the tape goes up at an angle, about a foot away, onto what looks like an oversized spool for a sewing machine. This is set up inside a cupboard near floor level.

It plays at times but keeps getting jammed. I notice that it is irregularly encircling the higher spool to my right. The rest of the audio tape in transit is not touching anything as it winds around the higher spool from the other part of whatever I am using to “play” its audio. I get annoyed, take it out, and realize that it will not play correctly, as it has a buildup of gray spots on it, which I call “gray oxide”. I am slightly annoyed at being given a older audio tape that will not play correctly.

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I'm walking around a house when I become aware that I'm dreaming. I remember the task, "Declare that clapping your hands always changes one fundamental rule of the world. Test it out until you have visible results."
I give my declaration and begin clapping while continuing to walk. At first, nothing happens. Then, I notice that every time I move, a trail is left behind for a few seconds before disappearing. I continue clapping and find I can walk through objects with no resistance.
I continue walking and walk into a bathroom and look into the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I begin losing lucidity as my appearance begins morphing into an increasingly frightening image.

I've been tripping balls for much of the morning/noon but remember almost none of those dreams.

The first 'episode' I had was when I saw a street scene (a vision, nothing happened and I wasn't there physically) at what I knew was the sea. Like, the coast of Belgium. Probably somewhere between Blankenberge and Knokke.

In the second dream, I walked onto my balcony, which was covered in snow. I briefly wondered why there was snow in the middle of summer, but I didn't care too much. I noticed when I picked up some snow, I did not feel the cold. I proceeded to rub snow all over my body (I was bare chested, it's hot as hell right now) and noticed I couldn't feel anything at all. It felt amazing.

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I slept surprisingly well. I went to bed around 9 and didn't hear a single fire work all night. I watched the third Hobbit movie before bed and ended up finishing the whole thing. I did some waking life recall afterward. My dream recall still felt low tonight. I remembered something from my first round of dreams but couldn't re-remember it.

I remember something about only being able to sign in from 9 P M to 4 A M. There was something with a vending machine. There was more to this. It was some kind of school or job thing. I don't rememeber now.

I remember getting to my cousin J's house. I was at the back sliding door with some other people, waiting to be let in. I was with Uncle R and some others. One of them just let themselves in. I wasn't planning on being so bold.

The house was arranged with 5 beds. One in the center and one in each of the 4 corners. Behind each bed in the corner, there was a fireplace, which had a fire going. The ceiling was opened to the sky. When I mentioned it, they showed me that they could pull some kind of fence thing over it to close it.

I remember laying on one of the couches upside down, on a comfortable cushion, talking to some people there. We were asked by someone like M S's mom to go pick up some black vinyl tape and labels from the store. So, we went there.

We got just one roll of the black vinyl tape, but they wanted more. So, we went back to get 4 more. I realized I had put a different name on the labels than they had asked. It was because the default name on the labels hadn't changed. 'Oops!' I thought.

There were some bird house things we could clean to earn some money. I tried to do it. There was gunk all over the sides. Someone said we didn't get paid to clean that part.

I remember a girl near a fence. I forgot if she was calling for help or trying to re-join us. 3 guys on the other side of the fence approached her. They got under the fence and captured her.

I think I woke up around then, used the rest room, and took some supplements. I tried to form some memories of the dreams and fell back asleep pretty quickly.

I remember being out kind of late. I was playing Pokemon battles. Near each of my Pokemon, the speed stat was listed. I noticed I had 2 Pokemon with 238 speed, which is relatively high. Their speed was lower.

They had a Lugia who could cut half its HP and get some kind of power boost. They used it on one of my Pokemon, but I knew they couldn't do it again. Well, I feared they would Roost off the damage and do it again if I didn't take the chance to defeat Lugia.

I sent in someone faster. Suddenly, they had a new Pokemon out. It was a dragon type with 100% HP. I looked through my moves, knowing I was dragon type, too. 'Oh no!' I thought. 'No dragon moves!' Then I saw it. A special 105 base power dragon move. 'Lets try it!' I said to myself, knowing that if it didn't do 100% damage, I'd have to take one of their dragon moves in return.

It was like the last few percent points of their HP hesitated to go down. But they went down to 0%. I was so relieved. I think after that, Lugia was their last Pokemon, and it was easier to defeat, having much more speed.

I remember thinking about or seeing a card game. I was thinking of some kind of endure-reversal stategy, but using cards. I think I had a Marowak card.

I ahd been borrowing someone else's Pokemon. They offered me some more Pokemon to continue battling. I wanted to keep battling, but I realized I had already had soda and tea, so I didn't want any more beverages like that. "I just need to brush my teeth and get a water," I said. It was almost bed time anyway.

I went to do that, hoping they would wait for me. When I walked into the other room, it was like the dining room in my college house.

They were calling someone on the couch "William Hung" and saying that he had a lot of facebook friends. But they were kind of mocking him. I went back to the kitchen, and W H was at the door. He said he would give out free Pokemon cards. I just had to fill out a form.

He showed me the form. It was kind of lengthy. It had a place for my social security number, but with four spaces instead of three. When I told him I might need more time, he eliminated part of the form, leaving me only with a questionnaire page.

I remember W H lit an indoor vapor poison thing and it lit up blue at the end. I thought it was a regular poison thing and tried to grab it from him, to put it out. When I grabbed it, I could feel that it was more solid, like a pencil, because it was the vaporizing kind. We fought about it. I remember looking at the water dispensers on the silver fridge. I said even vaporizing poison indoors spreads toxins, even if it doesn't smell.

I remember they went on some elevator things. They were doing some kind of space mission or research.

I remember spying on J V as he poured a cup of coffee. I wondered what kind of sweeteners he would use. Because his dad was a dentist, it seemed like he was hiding the sweeteners. I imagined a white sugar or artificial sweetener packet. He kept trying to make sure no one saw.

I remember something with vaccuums. I used one vaccuum to clean up all this gunk. But then the vaccuum was leaking, so I had to use another vaccuum to clean up after that vaccuum. I vaccuumed out the inside of one vaccuum with the other vaccuum.

I remember a dream scene where I was looking at dollar bills. I was commenting on how they look very old fashioned. I didn't realize that was a dream memory until this morning. I thought it was waking life.

I remember Bilbo stowing away in someone's luggage. When they got to the person's house, Bilbo was talking to himself. "What do they see?" He asked. "My behavior." So his plan was to use his behavior to deceive whoever it was. He wanted to leave before they found him, but then they found him. The person thought it was funny that Bilbo had stowed away in their luggage.

I remember a drawing I had made. It seemed special. I wanted to take a picture of it. I tried lighting up my camera and using a flash on my phone. I remember angling my head to look past the camera. I was thinking, 'Wait, no, I have to look through the camera to see what I'm photographing.'

I remember lots of slush in the driveway. It was morning. Some people wanted help from a young girl there. I guess I was supervising the kids. I pushed the slush around in the driveway. It felt like moving all the slush would take forever.

Well, that was it for tonight. I wonder if I need to start writing the dreams before going back to sleep again. Or if its something in my waking life practices.

Morning of July 5, 2018. Thursday.



I am again living on Barolin Street (with minimal threads of my conscious self identity). I am giving a speech across from the Barolin Street house (which is no longer there in reality), slightly north of it. I am standing at an outdoor lectern. There is a small audience of perhaps twenty people. (This dream, like a number of other dreams, illogically has the lectern or podium near the street and facing the street, with people implied to be on or near the street rather than in a yard, where it would be more logical. However, this is more about the autosymbolism of a street being more relevant to the dreaming and waking process.)

I get into a very long speech about dreams and their nature (without attaining active lucidity). I explain how I cannot accept that people really believe in “interpretation” in the conventional sense (especially from another person).

I relate the falsehoods of psychoanalysis and the great fraud of Sigmund Freud, explaining my view that he was the greatest and most despicable con artist of all time. (Freud and his associates coldly and cruelly rejected Jung and Silberer, hindering a greater understanding of our psyche.) I include the detail of how Herbert Silberer, who at least knew that hypnagogic dreams are autosymbolic (even though normal REM dreams typically are as well), hung himself because of this conspiracy and how the game of “interpretation” (in its two main fallacious forms) has dumbed people down ever since (other than those like me who understood dreams from a very early age, as well as created and controlled them to an extent). It is an example of the “Barolin effect”, I say.

Later, I realize that it is supposed to be “Barnum effect” not “Barolin effect”. I decide to inconspicuously correct myself while on another subject. However, I end up saying “Barolin effect” again, but no one seems to notice or acknowledge my error.

Looking across the street, I see the somewhat deranged and confused ex-alcoholic that lived in the halfway house near us in real life years ago. I then decide that “Barolin effect” is suitable to describe such people.

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Curiously, I was also subliminally aware that P.T. Barnum was apparently born on today’s date in 1910.

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Date of Dream: THU 5 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 367 - Separated Sections

Dream 367 A - Myth Of Murder
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was walking along a nature track that resembled the features of Jells Park in real life. A group of people, including NN, are talking to me. They were talking about how some of the people in the group were of a special kind. They told me this tale but I have forgotten the specific details of it. It was of some scary man who came and hurt them but they survived through it. In response, I said something like, “I'd actually rather be the perfect Z at the end than the Y before the Z”.

There was then a sub-scene playing and it was in the graphics of Sly 2/3. It was showing some of the terrible things that this man does to people. This sub-scene took place in some unknown area but it was very marshy and dark, looking like a very threatening landscape. Murray was in his ball form but there was no pink energy around him. Additionally, his bounces were somewhat crooked and limited in height, and his face could be seen grimacing, like he was in the middle of torture. The next part of the sub-scene showed this old man coming up to Murray, who was on his front, lying weak on the ground, and the man was continuing to physically torment him.

The dream then moved onto the next scene which was in some sort of house. It was my house in the dream but then it wasn't my house in real life. It was night time but the lights were on and the special kids were talking to me again. They said something about the man potentially coming to get me. I said that if I made it alive, then I would celebrate. During this scene, the dream was showing sub-scenes of the man hurting people but every time he hurt someone, he would get closer to my location.

All of a sudden the power went out and one of the little boys cries to me “he's here, hide!”. As quick as I could, I crawled under a table and everyone else went to hide in their own locations... His footsteps were approaching in my direction. I couldn't see what was going on necessarily but sight was replaced by various different powerful expressions of dream energy. At first, it was a relieving energy but what it became next was a feeling of heaviness... He was going to find me. The man lifts up the table and laughs menacingly, saying something like, “Aha, there she is” and actually manhandles me, dragging me out from the table by my arms.

Though when he places me on the floor, I'm in the exact same position as I was when I was under the table. Then the man takes action and pulls out a large handsaw, slowly placing it onto my back and running it up and down on me. As he is doing this I whisper to myself, “Just think, you're going to make it. Just don't pay attention to what he's doing”. So I tried to ignore his cutting motions as much as possible and indeed, I felt absolutely no pain. The man walked away and left me for dead but when the dream showed an image of my back, there were absolutely no cuts or scratches on it.

The lights went back on and the kids came out of their hiding places, looking all ecstatic and congratulating me. I said to them, “I can't believe I made it. And now we've got to celebrate”. I thought though that there was one thing missing and that was Dreamy WB, I felt I wanted to share the celebration with her. So I told the kids what I was going to do and then I started calling out for Dreamy WB. No matter what I did though, there wasn't any response.

I decided that I would go outside and look for her. It's interesting in this dream as I was extremely patient and the dream wasn't trying to force an ending on me any time soon. I stood on the balcony of the front entrance to the house and watched all the people walk past on the lit up street; the street literally felt like some ambient, night-life city. I would call for Dreamy WB a few times and then spend the next few seconds in silence, assessing all the faces to make sure that if she was amongst the crowd, I wouldn't miss her. I repeated this cycle a number of times.

Eventually, there were heaps of people walking by at once who I thought would be Dreamy WB. At that time, I had stopped calling for Dreamy WB and instead, kept a critical eye on every single person walking past. My energy had lifted when I saw a group of three people approaching the house who all had the exact same appearance, hairstyle and clothes but what was different was their skin colour. One had brown skin, the other one had pink-toned skin and the other one had yellowish skin. I perceived the one with the light yellowish skin to be Dreamy WB in this dream.

So the other two kept walking but as I called out, the yellowish skinned one left the crowd and came to me. Her hair was in the style of the ladybug shaped frizzy pigtail and she was wearing a very light purple, almost white jacket and plain navy jeans. She didn't speak much and rather had a very serious, stern look about her. After staring at her for a few seconds, I went in to hug her and she returned the hug.

The scene then played from a third person perspective, showing me from the back and her from the front. The hug seemed to last for ages, more than a few seconds in this scene. The look on Dreamy WB's face had also changed; her eyes had lit up and she had this closed-smile facial expression of satisfaction, like she was proud of me.

The dream camera then went back into my perspective as she followed me into the house. I introduced her to the kids and then I made a realisation. I said, “It's actually happened to me now, so now I can tell the story just like you guys”. The dream then ended.

Dream 367 B - Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at Waverley Gardens Shopping Centre in one of the undercover car parks. MN was standing right next to the entrance, giving me a slightly creepy smile which I felt very uneasy about. This showed especially in the perception of dark, heavy dream energy.

I was then in the Target store and one of the workers, a middle aged woman, approached me and said that MN had asked her to give me this flower. That look of uneasiness had returned to my face and the lady could see that. She promised that it was the last time she would ever give me something from MN again and she promised to keep me safe. So I spent a few more minutes of the dream killing time, looking around in Target, still carrying that flower from MN.

Soon, I realised that I had to go and meet my mum in another part of the shopping centre but to get there, I had to go past MN in the car park again... My heart sank and I almost felt sick. I went down the escalators but was no longer carrying the flower. When I reached the doors to the car park, I looked here, there and everywhere; my head feeling like it was revolving at 360 degrees, making sure MN wasn't around to give me an unwanted surprise. At one point, I saw MN looking around the corner from a thick post and so I picked up my speed and rushed to the staircase at the other end of the car park.

Once I was up the staircase, my mum had come outside to meet me. I told her what happened in the car park but I have forgot the specific response. Just as we were going to walk back into the shopping centre, there was an outside shop on the corner selling all these small beads for some accessory making. I got some but then I can't remember anything else about this dream.

Dream 367 C - Singing Scoundrel Rip-off
I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was having a singing lesson with Miss H in the kitchen of my old house. She and I were sitting on a stool each, across from each other and she was giving me tips on how to sing a certain song better. This sound sounded strange but then a lot of it resembled the melody and words of Panis Angelicus.

It still felt like the same dream scene but at the same time, it had changed. There was now a man in the kitchen and he spoke with a heavy American accent, apparently he was now claiming to be my singing teacher. He showed me a list of his students which he put either under the label of sweet or sour. I was currently on the sweet side but my friend LA was on the sour side. I asked him about the list and told me that he move me if I fell behind. Apparently, our lesson wasn't at the same time every week and he'd let us choose when we wanted to have the lesson and for how long.

I then walked into the sitting room and that's when I felt slightly off. I thought to myself, “That singing teacher, he's a rip off!”. But I didn't stop there, I went over to the blue couch and started crying. I then see these three pigs walking around in the sitting room. Literally, the pigs are real animals on four legs. One of the had a green vest on, the other a red vest, and the third a blue vest. The one in the blue vest came scuttling over to me and snorting at me.

Now this is what I find weird, this pig gave off an energy like it was a dream guide for this dream. I was saying stuff in a major crying distress like, “This singing teacher, he's a...”. The pig was actually looking at me with his beady eyes and snorting something at me. Eventually, I worked out that the pig was trying it's best to speak English. It snorted to make the word sound like “who?”. A few times, the pig would snort “who?” which I then answered, “That wannabe singing teacher in the kitchen”. The pig then came closer to me and let me hug it while it held its front paws up in the air. I then woke up.



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



Dream 367: Results (Competition #5)

367 A
Competition Night: 4
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

367 B
Competition Night: 4
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

367 C
Competition Night: 4
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: The Pig...?
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 4.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon Dream Guide in NL (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 4.0
Total Accumulated Points: 8.0

Evening of July 4, 2018. Wednesday.



This entry contains brief details in a list of complete online entries for 15 fascinating dreams that meet the criteria for designated type: PRECONAV-VSCPCEL. This entry’s internal code is PRECONAV-VSCPCEL-01-15, for personal statistical records in over 50 years of studying and resolving tens of thousands of my dreams. The entries are not listed in any order. They include the specific causes of each dream’s autosymbolism, meaning, and outcome. To hold the PRECONAV-VSCPCEL code, a dream must meet the following criteria:

The preconscious avatar during waking process autosymbolism must be a celebrity, in their real-life identity, a character they play, or their appearance without my dream self’s recognition as either (for example, erroneously perceived as a relative, friend, or member of the public of which would not imply their celebrity status). Both celebrities and unknown or unfamiliar people are common preconscious avatars, as neither is a part of waking life (other than when literally prescient threads exist).

Vestibular system correlation of RAS (reticular activating system) mediation or modulation and the mediating or modulating personification of vestibular system correlation as such must be the primary basis for, and cause of, my dream’s autosymbolism and outcome in both lucid and non-lucid transitions and in both controlled and passive dream state scenarios. It must be as a waking process factor (in its autosymbolism) rather than an induction factor as in other cases, though some induction autosymbolism is typically present to render the particular dream’s foundation.

To understand the causes and meaning of this dream type requires the intelligence and experience of knowing that dreams are mainly autosymbolic of the sleeping, dreaming, and waking processes, including concurrent biological dynamics and ultradian rhythm factors as well as environmental circumstances. This dream type, depending on the dream, is a result of subliminal, liminal, or lucid awareness in anticipation of the waking process as well as various levels of non-lucid and lucid dream control based on the knowledge of dream state autosymbolism. Although flying, falling, and rising are a biological factor of dreaming and waking (inherent in vestibular system correlation on how the dream self cannot viably discern physicality while in REM sleep), the preconscious often serves as an additional factor of RAS mediation and modulation as an anticipatory projection of the subconscious self. The main factors behind this type of autosymbolism are in the desire of having both a helper (in the anticipated “fall” from the dream state) and a witness (and companion) of the waking process. I began to understand much about dreams at age four and by age six, had an astounding level of both lucid and non-lucid dream control. This dream type, like most others, may include obvious dream state indicators, such as a bed or being undressed (in subliminal realization that my physical body is usually undressed when I am sleeping in bed).

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01] Fictitious Lloyd Bridges Movie. March 10, 1978. My preconscious avatar is actor Lloyd Bridges, serving as the virtual replacement for my subconscious self that is otherwise only a witness (to the fictitious movie titled “Bridges”). This mainly stemmed from a nostalgic focus on the TV movie, “The Deadly Dream”, first viewed in full on September 25, 1971. This dream even ends with ending movie credits rolling as I wake. While the real movie was based on a dream that turned out to be real, my dream is autosymbolic of the dreaming and waking process and includes the play on “bridges” as representing the concurrent changes through different levels of consciousness in REM sleep. “I just hope he comes down all right” is a reference to the waking process and the biological anticipation of “falling awake” (waking start).

02] Shopping with Silas Weir Mitchell. June 22, 2018. My preconscious avatar is actor Silas Weir Mitchell, serving as helpful companion to my subconscious self. I reset my dream while semi-lucid after he falls off the curb two stories down to the street (which is impossible) but then I decide to wake. This was a different form of the first dream of virtually every sleep cycle for over fifty years but which involves me directly. I take a step while walking on the sidewalk and trip (with an unusual misstep) or fall off the curb and experience the vestibular system correlation and hypnopompic kick of the waking process. However, this process is far more vivid after I had walked a lot more on that day. This otherwise stemmed from the association with the character he plays on the TV series “Grimm”, which is Monroe. I lived on North Monroe Street as a child. This same association has triggered other dreams of Silas walking down the street near me. The intersection is autosymbolism for RAS mediation and the choice of waking for the day or returning to deeper sleep for a time (ultradian rhythm factor).

03] Dancing High (with Jordan Gavaris). June 1, 2015. My preconscious avatar is actor Jordan Gavaris, serving as a parallel avatar to my subconscious self. This dream stemmed from nostalgic associations with my “Money Cat Minion Saves Me from Falling from Roof” from 1966 (age 6). Jordan starred on TV series “Orphan Black” as Felix, and I associated that name with cats and supposedly “always landing on their feet”. (Cats have often served as witness to the dream state in liminal space autosymbolism and as a form of the preconscious avatar in both lucid and non-lucid dreams, including in cases where a cat, including such as a lion or a tiger, becomes a person in my dream’s final scene). With this dream, there were resets back into the same elevated scene, both lucidly and non-lucidly.

04] The Flying Carpet (with Lucie and Desi Arnaz, Jr.). March 23, 1973. My preconscious avatar is actress Lucille Ball, serving as a liminal emergent consciousness precursor. The song “Magic Carpet Ride” is a dream induction influence (especially as its first line is “I like to dream”). It also takes on the dream state indicator analogy of being like a bed. A parking lot is dream state autosymbolism that represents the physical body being inactive in sleep.

05] The Tiny Man and the Apocalypse (with Gregory Hines). April 12, 2017. My preconscious avatar is actor and dancer Gregory Hines, serving as a catalyst for the waking process of a very long dream. In this dream, a sketchy version of Gregory was rendered as impossibly sliding down the side of a building (though of which was ambiguously in what was perceived as also an indoor setting as in many past dreams).

06] Ralph the Airplane Fixer (with Mary Canfield). December 13, 1969. My preconscious avatar is actress Mary Canfield, serving as helpful companion to my subconscious self. Mary played the character “Ralph Monroe” in the TV series “Green Acres”, and as explained above, this (North Monroe Street) is an association with where I lived as a boy. The rest is a bilocated essence of autosymbolism of the dream state itself (flight) as my bed also somehow being a flying wooden airplane (even though I remain in my bedroom).

07] Amusing Helicopter “Rescue” (with Pierce Brosnan). May 19, 2016. My preconscious avatar is actor Pierce Brosnan, serving as summoned helper to my subconscious self. In silliness, I place a miniature model of me as meant to represent me being asleep and dreaming. I associate Pierce Brosnan with James Bond, which relates to spies and a loose association with detectives, which are a preconscious factor of liminal space, in needing to understand the transitions from sleeping to dreaming to waking.

08] Yet Another “Uhny Uftz” Dream. August 4, 2015. My preconscious avatar is actor and comedian Dick Van Dyke, serving as a virtual replacement for my subconscious self. This was based on a nostalgic association with an episode of “The Dick Van Dyke Show” titled “Uhny Uftz”, first watched in full on September 29, 1965, though in my dream, it is a “real” flying saucer rather than a toy as in the TV episode. This dream brought about an elevated sense of peace and love.

09] Nichelle in a Small Rocket. March 8, 1997. My preconscious avatar is actress Nichelle Nichols, serving as a virtual replacement for my subconscious self. This association comes from “Star Trek” but also links to the concept of communication in liminal space (as she plays the communications officer), between dream self and conscious self (as well as the dream self with the transpersonal interconsciousness).

10] Saul Rubinek and the Airplane Crash. May 28, 2015. My preconscious avatar is actor Saul Rubinek, bringing attention to the nature of the vestibular system correlation of the dream state. This dream was partly a result of environmental noise as well as the usual vestibular system correlation autosymbolism that renders in virtually infinite ways. I associate Saul as a good avatar due to his association with the TV series “Warehouse 13”, as warehouses are autosymbolism for memory processing in REM sleep (even though non-lucid dreams themselves rarely have any form of accurate memory or viable intelligence).

11] Talking About a Dream from a Don Knotts Movie. May 3, 1998. My preconscious avatar is actor and comedian Don Knotts, serving as witness to my liminal awareness of the dream state and my appreciation of the surreal nature of dreams. I am very vaguely lucid and relating to the nature of autosymbolism of vestibular system correlation, which is linked to flight symbols, in this case, the surreal scene from the movie where the stealth bomber transforms into a manta ray (one of my favorite and most nostalgic movie events).

12] Russell Johnson and The Cane Toad War. October 6, 2013. My preconscious avatar is actor Russell Johnson, serving as helpful companion to my subconscious self. This was the typical hovering and floating around near the ceiling dream, though no lucidity came about in this case. As with Josh Holloway, my association with Russell is as being a castaway on an island (the dream state).

13] Female Robotic Suit (with Barbara Bain). August 22, 2014. My preconscious avatar is actress Barbara Bain, serving as both vestibular system correlation and as an autosymbolic representation of my annoyance with my real environment. Barbara was an association with my perception of Zsuzsanna being annoyed by the noise next door as well, and the association with needing “protection” as such while sleeping. (Barbara Bain shares my wife Zsuzsanna’s birthday of September 13 in addition to playing Helena on “Space 1999”. Helena is Zsuzsanna’s mother’s name. Barbara’s character was also a doctor on this show, hence the associations with needles and medical features.)

14] Helicopter to Spaceship to Helicopter to…. June 9, 2016. My preconscious avatar is actor and model Josh Holloway, serving as helpful companion to my subconscious self in the last scene. After a dull and sustained focus on vestibular system correlation in a faux sleeping scenario outside on the ground, my dream begins to progress toward the presence of the preconscious, who shows up as Josh. I mainly associated Josh as being “Tom Sawyer” as a castaway on an island (an analogy to being in the dream state, especially as associated with water induction).

15] People of Powder. September 18, 1990. My preconscious avatar is actor and comedian Don Knotts, serving as a parallel witness for my subconscious self. “Can’t be…there aren’t any airplanes anymore”, which he says upon hearing an airplane flying in the sky outside while we remain in the ruins of a commercial building in New York, comes from his role in “The Reluctant Astronaut” and how he was afraid of being on an airplane or in space. (However, it also tied in with threads precognitive of the September 11 attacks in 2001 and the grounded airplanes after that event, the 2001 anthrax attacks, as well as my as-yet-unknown-of upcoming marriage.)

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Additional notes as correlation samples:

Associations with dream state induction: Lloyd Bridges (“Sea Hunt” - water induction, being like a fish), Silas Weir Mitchell (werewolf-like character as analogous to dreaming and waking), Russell Johnson (isolated on island, dreaming), Josh Holloway (isolated on island, dreaming), Don Knotts (“The Incredible Mr. Limpet” - water induction, becoming a fish).

Associations with outer space (augmented ambiguous vestibular system factor): Lloyd Bridges (“Stowaway to the Moon”), Dick Van Dyke (“Uhny Uftz” episode of “The Dick Van Dyke Show”), Nichelle Nichols (“Star Trek”), Barbara Bain (“Space 1999”), Don Knotts (“The Reluctant Astronaut”).

Transitional autosymbolism (liminal space): Lloyd Bridges (play on “bridges”), Gregory Hines (cop in “Running Scared”), Pierce Brosnan (James Bond movies), Barbara Bain (“Mission Impossible”), Saul Rubinek (curator in “Warehouse 13” - secret service agents also feature in this show).

Enhanced vestibular system correlation: Lloyd Bridges (“Sea Hunt”), Jordan Gavaris (dancer), Lucille Ball (dancer), Gregory Hines (dancer), Nichelle Nichols (dancer), Barabara Bain (dancer), Don Knotts (as an animated fish in “The Incredible Mr. Limpet”).

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So as I was tired and a little down on myself while I was sitting in a lawn chair outside I decided to take a nap just to get some rest. I found that I entered a dream consciously without even meaning to.

I was standing in a kind of dream like those fake happy dreams they always portray in the movies - There was just a flat ground covered in grass, and you couldn't see too far because it dropped off into a peaceful white fog. I was not wearing shoes and I could feel the moist grass under my feet and in between my toes. I was wearing a white floral dress and I was walking around in this happy, blissful trance. After I walked for a bit I came to a white stone wall, and found a full length mirror on it. When I looked in it it really helped improve my self image, because despite my usual feelings of inadequacy about my appearance, in that moment I just felt absolutely beautiful. And the image of me in the mirror seemed pretty accurate to my real features, so the good feeling lasted quite a while after I woke up from the dream.

I started skipping along and I decided I wanted to try to summon a dream character. I found myself expecting a hill with a tree to appear in front of me, and it did. I didn't really know who I wanted to appear on the hill. In fact, I think I was expecting a boy to come out and greet me. But when I got to the hill I met with an old friend from high school whom I hadn't seen in a few years, and she was wearing the same floral dress as me, bare foot in the grass as I was. We were so happy to see each other we smiled and greeted each other and hugged. Then we played around on the hill like little children, chasing each other around and using a tire swing that was attached to the tree on the hill. Now I really want to see that friend again and talk to her.

Created Wednesday 04 July 2018

Just got scraps today.

Scrap Group 1
In some mansion, which itself was the size of a huge mall. Various different families lived there, one of which was a tribe of maneating ogres.

In an unknown building. Shao Kahn ruled this place, and demanded I fight to the death with some chubby woman. Said girl was a lot stronger and agile than first impressions would indicate. A certain high quality rip of Lava Reef Zone from Sonic Mania was sounding in the background. Between our fight, a crayfish creeped up on me. I suspected I was still sleeping, and that this critter was actually a cockroach, but something else kept me anchored/distracted. Cut. I'm outside in the nearly complete construction site of a fancy condo complex. My brothers, nephew, and a neighbor plus son were there. The latter kid complains about his dad not renting a sports car (as if the boy's old enough to drive...). I walked near half finished ponds in the area. Fish were living in there. Some of the water (and creatures) spilled to the verge below, forming impossibly sustained ripples. During this stroll, I was randomly brushing my teeth. I somehow spit out over two gallons of water.

The dream seemed to begin like some sort of flight simulator game, but—after a series of events I can no longer remember—I realize I’m dreaming.

I’m in an unfamiliar city. It’s a place with a charming atmosphere—lots of greenery and a small harbor that almost divides it in two, with the main part of the city built on a hill with a steep incline. I fly—without my customary wings, since I was already flying to begin with—enjoying my surroundings. Every corner I turn results in a new, interesting view as I circle around, gradually moving up the hill.

At one point, I notice a series of staircases to my right leading directly to the hilltop. It reminds me a little of the Bergpark—and that gives me an idea. I could find the Herkules statue and have a conversation with him. That would be an interesting thing to do in a dream.

I fly up the staircases and find myself in a small park where a number of people are walking around. There is no Herkules Statue, but I do see a statue slightly off to the left—although monument might be the better word since it’s basically just a bronze head on a pedestal, a man wearing what looks like a conquistador helmet.

I walk over to it, look at the head and ask: “So, is there anything you want to say to me?”

The head comes to life. It says: “What the f*** are you doing here?” in what is quite possibly a Cockney accent. I’m a bit taken aback but still proceed to have a conversation with him—as best I can. I’m finding the accent difficult, and the background noise from the other people here isn’t helping.

After a bit, three young women come up and join in the conversation. I recognize them the way one normally recognizes people in non-lucid dreams, although none of them seem to be people familiar to me in waking life. The only one whose appearance I can remember was a middle-eastern looking woman with thick, dark hair going down a little past her shoulders. Unfortunately, pretty much everything we said there faded from memory by the time I woke up.

As the conversation ends, the bronze head offers to kiss a coin for each of us—this seems to be a good luck ritual of the sort that often develops around statues. The others produce coins, and I figure I’ll go along with it, too. Without looking, I stick my hand into a pocket which I expect I have—even though I don’t ordinarily wear clothing with pockets where this would be possible, it’s a pretty reliable method of materializing objects that might conceivably be in one. I feel around the various objects there for a coin. As I do, I recall the Soviet Kopeck that mysteriously turned up in my last batch of laundry—my aunt had been washing some really old stuff, I guess—and, unsurprisingly, that’s what the coin I eventually find turns out to be.

Once that’s over, I’m once again faced with the decision of what to do. As I fly back down the hillside, it occurs to me that this might be a good opportunity to find some people I'd like to speak to. I fly all the way down to the harbor and, since the ground is flat here, I land and walk. I call out their names and try to find them among the crowd, or among the people on the boats. But I don’t see them there, and before long, I wake up.

(3.7.18)

My dreams tonight were cool, but my recall was very low. I think it was because I stayed kind of busy all day without stopping to be mindful or practice much waking life recall. For example, I went to the gym, but instead of writing about it, I played Pokemon Battles. Then, I didn't write much about the Battles, either. Every time I thought of stopping to do waking life recall, I just went and did more activity instead. Then, I watched the last 2 hours of Desolation of Smaug back to back without stopping for recall. By then, I was too exhausted. So, I regret that now, because my dream recall was much lower.

I went to bed around 8:30.

(zzz)

Round 1 of Dreams.

I remember something early on about being in some mines. This part seemed eventful, but I could only remember it vaguely.

I remember I was a dog character, walking through the woods. I was leaving my home to go somewhere else. I got to another place with a big dirt quarry. Some people were working there.

When I arrived, they adamantly said that I couldn't be there. So, I had to leave again. I remember walking around some hallways of my high school.

I remember something with a bathroom stall. And talking briefly to J L.

At the end, I remember there were people coming after us to collect these dark orb things we had inside us. We tried to hide, but they could track them. Oh! Now I remember. I woke up briefly, then dreamed this next part.

I was near a bridge with a teacher guy. He said that the dark orb was similar to my heart. He told me that if I would meditate to a place of quietness, I would hear my heart beat. I would also hear the dark orb. Then, I would be able to control its signal and stop the bad guys from tracking it.

I'm so glad I remembered that! That detail seemed long lost.

I woke up and recalled those. Then, got up briefly, used restroom, took supplements and went back to sleep. I was very groggy, and didn't re-remember everything I initially remembered.

(zzz)

Rounds 2 and beyond of dreams.

I remember being near 24. Down the road a little, some kids were playing ball in their yard. They had a purple kick ball. They kicked it really hard and it went flying down toward the end of the road where I was. I ran to kick it back to them before it got too far away, or hit something.

When I kicked it, instead of going back to them, it went flying off to my left. It bounced to one neighbor's yard, then over another's fence, and into another's yard. I got ready to tell their dad its location since no one else would have seen.

Their dad walked towards me, lighting a poisonous cigarette. (All cigarettes are poisonous.) "Please, don't light that until you're away from me," I said. "I want to tell you where the ball has gone, but I can't be near you if you're smoking that." He stopped smoking and I told him where the ball had got to.

I remember a part where I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom at 24. I also remember J L from that part.

I think I dreamed about something with my sister and something with a library.

I remember telling my Aunt C to quit smoking. We were looking at a computer. She kept saying all these excuses why she couldn't quit. I kept telling her those are all just excuses. The funny thing is, Aunt C is the one relative who has actually quit smoking.

I remember being near a waterfall. We were floating above it in a lake part. Someone did some magic that created a place to sit and eat, and have a secret meeting. He made some pillars with seats attached, the backs of which faced the waterfall. We got to sit at the pillars, and eat dessert foods.

I remember the guy who magically made the place said that if anyone found out some of his crimes, he'd go to jail. So, he wasn't going to tell what he did. We had to keep it a secret.

I remember being at a table in the corner. Q was there. There was a guy who wanted someone to pass him bread, but no one was getting up. I used telekinesis and perfectly lifted the bread and sent it to him, from accross the room. Then, I got him the butter. I noticed the salt and pepper, and brought those over, too.

I thought that Q would think I was so cool! Then, the salt accidentally spilled on the guy's food. "I didn't even want salt!" he said, and started to get up. "You're not gonna try to play it off like 'it must be [diety]'s will because it happened, are you?" He asked, with contempt.

"No," I said. "Of course not." And it was true. "I don't think that way. I hate those ideas." That seemed to help a little. I remember looking into his angry eyes.

There was something about how we were going to have a victory party. We knew the bad guys were coming, but according to the schedule, we had spare time. So we were going to have a victory party, then leave before the bad guys arrived.

The bad guys arrived early! There were so many of them, the place was totally crowded. They looked kinda like the triangle head guys from the Clone Vegeta saga, but with horns.

My first plan was to become invisible, fly over to Q, and then teleport away with her so we could be safe.

I remember something about a Pokemon who leveled up with love. When they received 20 "Loves" they would level up. So it was going around collecting those.

I remember looking at a blue Pokemon card during a conversation. The dream had designed the card.

I remember being near a giant indoor pool. I was bouncing on the pool ladder. I had to follow specific instructions for how I bounced. During the final bounce, I accidentally sent myself flying high in the air and way accross the pool. One of the bad guys made a mean comment about it.

I swam accross the pool with some other swimmers.

I remember sitting in an auditorium. A few seats to my left was one of the bad guys. He was making sure we didn't run away or anything. He was talking about who caused some of the problems in his life. "Can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

My plan was to ask ahead of time, before I really needed to go, in case there was any delay.

Eventually, the part with the bad guys ended. The guy who I had gotten bread for with telekinesis was with me. I will call him B. B showed me a battery that could be charged by clamping it to someone's skin. They had to be male though, not female.

"Why don't you clamp it to yourself?" I asked. He said something about a problem with his skin that made it not work. I said I would charge it for him then.

We got to another location indoors. I saw Q there with another woman. Apparently she had become partners with that woman and they left together. In the dream context, she was my girlfriend. 'She must have thought I wouldn't protect her any more,' I thought. 'I have to go after her!' So I went to follow her.

As I was leaving, I saw the row of people in the room, including myself, all turn into silhouettes. I felt stuck for a moment as I tried to leave. I think I saw Vegeta's face.

I had been waking up here and there, doing some recall, and falling back to sleep. I was very groggy and exhausted through the night. I guess it's just more learning experience. When I can do more waking life recall, instead of constant activity, I will get better results on dream recall.

Created Tuesday 03 July 2018

Got several things to note, a mix of non-LDs, a DILD, and a fragment or two.

Dream 1 - Mercs, Soup, and Police Evasion

Scene 1 - Metal Gear Solid AU - Familiar Stranger
The visuals were dim. Spectator mode. I was watching a revised Metal Gear Solid story walkthrough. Pan in to a parking garage. Solid Snake enters, dressed in a trenchcoat. He was accompanied by Meryl, who was similarly inconspicuously dressed. The two meet up with Master Miller and Liquid Snake, both in formal wear. In this setting, Liquid had not gone rogue, remaining in Foxhound as its leader. With Miller's help, Liquid planned to pull his brother out of retirement and back into the battlefield. Snake was wary of such arrangements, especially when given by (at the time) an unusually familiar stranger. During their talks, Meryl, in her nervous overeagerness, would blurt out questions and random exclamations, earning silent scowls from the others.

Unknown cut.

Scene 2 - All Souped Out
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was wandering around a local plaza during daytime. My brother and sister were accompanying me. One of them mentions something about a soup buffet that had recently opened around there. Very intriguing, though at the moment, I felt too full to get much enjoyment out of such.

Not clear on much where else we browsed. Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - Urban Cathedral Police Chase
The visuals were less blurred. I was wandering around a relatively upscale urban area during an overcast day. Eventually, I cut through the back area of an empty cathedral, jumping over its cast-iron fence and circling around within its perimeter. When I passed by a tree, a bird darted out of its leaves and scurried away. There was something unusual about it, but I can't say what.

I circled all the way to the front gate, which, of course, was locked. So I flew up and over this barrier. Then, from my right, I heard someone shouting at me. Just my luck, I stumbled upon ongoing multiple arrests not 10 meters to my right. One of the officers demanded I kneel with my hands up. Since he was preoccupied, he told me to stay put.

Got bored after a minute. So, I turned invisible, and snuck away. The cops reacted quickly, but with luck, I barely avoided getting nabbed on the spot. I hurried through the neighborhood, sirens echoing through the streets. Between this, I glanced inside an apartment building. There, a tanned skinned older woman was watching this fantasy themed soap opera, a show set in an underground city. While she viewed this, she ate something called 'Equillix', supposedly a medicinal candy that helps with memory. This reminds me to think about my goals the next time I'm dreaming (d'oh...). Anyway, I then fly up to the rooftop, where I intended to keep hidden until the heat died down.

Don't recall how this ended.

Scrap Group 1
At an arcade. I was watching a King of Fighter's run.

Dream 2 - Deeper Sleep and Shouting

Scene 1 - Mind Trick Inner WILD
Unknown beginning involving the DCAU. Cut. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was flying through the borders of an urban/suburban area during a bright day. Initially, I was wearing a cape, which then spontaneously changed into a blanket.

A minute later, I floated in the upper floor of a boarding house constructed of dark wood. I entered a darkened bedroom, a place I thought as my own. Random thoughts on Dragon Ball Z sprouted in my mind, including musings of a Super Saiyan Blue Nappa. It was then that I remembered my previous WILD attempt, and so gained lucidity. Things begin collapsing. I thoroughly rubbed my hands, then the mattress, to little result. So, I thought to 'fool' my brain by WILDing on the spot. Didn't take long to 'sleep' consciously. Transition.

Scene 2 - Yol Toor Shuul!
Similar visuals. I 'awakened' from the above state in the same spot, fully aware, where I further reaffirmed myself with more hand rubbing. I fly from a balcony and to the suburbs once again, sweeping past narrow buildings. Thinking of the competition, I yelled "Yol Toor Shuul!". As expected, this shout erupted as a blast of flame. Unexpectedly, the fire's smoke rapidly spread throughout the environment. Cue the dream collapsing.