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I went to bed early and woke up from dreams early in the night.

I am another person, a missionary in another country. The character reminds me a lot of Jodie Foster. She is attracted to a man in the town and she/I tells him how she/I feel.


The next dream I am in an open world video game and I steal a truck and drive it to the beach. There is a party going on and everyone is smoking the thinest joints ever. A woman passes me one and I take a puff. I spend some time there and start to become lucid but not all the way yet.

Later I am in some hallway where the party is still going on. I spontaneously become fully lucid because I slways do RCs when in hallways. I go around a corner and yhere are three doors. I open the one on my right and there are to girls on a bed wearing sexy Christmas outfits. I go in and here is where my description of the dream is going to have to fade to black...


This dream is from this morning. I am playing Dwarf Fortress. I rolrplay that my character had their son kidnapped. I am choosing an adventure mode starting situation and I get one where I'm starting as a princess. Ive never seen that before. Usually you are a hearthperson for a princess. I start the game and see I start with a ton of money in a walled keep.

Pre-WBTB

Dream Fragment
I'm back at J's playing board games. We're playing a tabletop RPG and my character's background is similar to Harry Potter's.

Car Coyotes
I'm driving down Joy road back at my hometown. There is a huge traffic jam, cars lined up, with police lights blaring in the distance. Not sure why. Maybe a crash? There's a barricade up further and, through the way the lines of cars have aligned, I can't help but driving directly to the barricade. I'm wondering what this is about when two coyotes start jumping and snarling up toward my window. I have my windows down about halfway because of my A/C problems, so the coyotes are just barely out of biting range. The police up ahead pay me no attention. I notice I have passengers. One small coyote manages to squeeze through the window crack and enter the car. My body has frozen up, so I can't react to the coyote or try to close the window so more don't get in. More get in. I start to worry about rabies. The other passengers are trying to get the coyotes out, but they are small and hard to track.

Post-WBTB

Dogfight in the City
I'm in a space dogfight in the city. My brother and I are on the same team. We are flying Arwings from the Starfox series. Sky is purple and dark. Might have been some green lightning. Epic type of scene. I need to fly into the repair bay to get fixed up after finishing the battle. Maybe it was the Great Fox. When I get in, I get radioed that the enemy has another sneak attack and they need me. They tell me I need to get into a different Arwing. I find one and start to takeoff. My view changes to 3rd person and now I'm flying the Millennium Falcon. Next thing I know the combat is completed and I'm chilling with my team in the foyer area of the main ship. I'm searching the fridge for some food. There is a couch opposite the fridge, and some friends are noting that they may have messed up where things are in there. While scrolling through the futuristic interface to get food, I see some raunchy art photos. I don't say anything and just scroll past them. I eventually move some shelves around and find some cheese stick and pretzel snacks.



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Had a dream in the same world as my previous “No Outside” dream: https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/ner...outside-94602/

I didn’t realize it until later in the dream. It started out in waterways between tall (concrete?) buildings that had no visible windows or doors.

There was a hole-in-the-wall market. At the entrance, a man sold goods to customers (literally it was a hole in the wall of one of the buildings, it was well hidden). He sold everything from foot to housewears to electronics to drugs.

He asked me what I was looking for (his products were in the back mostly, customers stayed outside and he brought things out to them). I knew I was dreaming so I though “Sure I could go for some dream drugs.”

But I knew there was something I wanted to remember to do tonight that could be applied to this moment. What was it…?

Then I remembered. I was trying to figure out how to be truly happy again (been feeling off lately). So I told him I’d like something that’ll make me happy. He handed me some drugs and I took one. Nothing extraordinary happened, I just felt sorta drunk/high afterwards.

As I left, I noticed there were cameras watching just outside. Other customers told how to sneak around them.

Through dream scan, I realized this whole city was being watched by something and people lived in secret within the crevices. These people were surrounded and trapped.

I went out to look at the cameras and realized they were the same drones from my “No Outside” dream. Same world, different location. The drones were trying to recapture people who escaped.

I ended up letting the drones capture me out of curiosity to see what would happen but woke up (either SO woke me up or other natural waking).

After the wake up, I went back in but appeared in the woods. I was standing in a path when all the sudden about thirty soldiers in light gray uniforms showed up, but most of them were noticeably drunk.

A couple others appeared behind me with a higher ranking officer in green. The soldiers flanking him moved to join the group and they all looked at him as he spoke to the group.

I just happened to be there and was in the way, so I moved off the path and watched.

They were about to go home, which I guess was why he didn’t care about some random bystander being there, or the drunken murmuring. Everyone seemed tired, done, and eager to leave. Happy, in a way? Eh.

I suppose that’s what I’ve been feeling lately, whatever the hell it is. I’m done fighting, I’ve lost my entire family, everything I thought I knew was a lie, the world has been turned upside down and will never be the same. Time to go home and live life like none of it happened. I don’t know who I am anymore but everythings fine now and I’m supposed to be happy. I *want* to be happy. If I’m broken, that means they won. All they ever wanted was to break me. I’m so angry that I’ve let them win.

First time updating in 4 days.

Day 8: Just WBTB
Day 9: Just WBTB
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Day 10:

Non lucid -
First thing I remember is that I was in my room and my brother was on the edge of the bed. Was trying to use my laptop, but for some reason it was buggy and my mouse kept moving too much. I thought it was a computer virus that I forgot the name of.
Turns out he was moving my mouse around and there was no virus.

Memory gap. I'm heading out of an auditorium. it's actually just my old school. I head to the grade 6 science room. While I'm headed there, I hear rumors that there's an 'animation studio' in the school now.
Inside the room, my old computer teacher was there. He didn't seem to know what he was doing. I could probably do better than him, I think.

Memory gap again. I'm playing Minecraft now at a void base. A warden spawns, notices me through glass, and kills me with a laser.
A chicken falls down into the void after I respawn.
Then a new warden spawns somewhere else and kills me again.

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Day 11 (today):

Frag -
I was having a non-lucid but something was a little off: The sound and vision of the dream had little to do with each other. I was hearing people talking about lucid dreaming, while I was trying to do something else I forgot.

Frag 2 -
ELD changed his profile picture, and the thumbnails of all his videos. He also renamed the channel to something else.

Lucid -
I don’t remember how I got lucid. But as soon as I did, I just flew. No crazy stuff happened, I just flew through a wintery valley for what felt like half an hour. It was kind of fun to just do that.

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Counting up the points

Full non-lucid: +1
2 dream frags: +1
DILD: +10
4 WBTB (nightly, not subsequent): +8
Fly: +5

Total: 25

Sunday morning, 12 March 2023.

Dream #: 20,537-01.

2 minutes and 30 seconds to read.

Somatosensory Foundation:

This dream, originating from typical REM sleep dynamics, results in a narrative enforcing my somatosensory response (imagining purposeful tactility) and potential real-world hand mobility because of my current status of REM atonia, a causality factor for dreams in the fourth quarter of my sleep cycle. It is so specific the physiological pattern and timing match tens of thousands of previous dreaming experiences over nearly 60 years.

The presence of ice has a double meaning here. Ice corresponds with my intuitive perception of REM atonia nuances (while ice melting anticipates achieving wakefulness and real-world mobility), while I also sometimes imagine ice when there is too much real-world heat while sleeping.

The setting is a parking lot on Copeland Avenue in La Crosse (a city I have not lived in since 1994). It is late morning. My job is to scrape ice off the edge of an elevated curb. The ice is only on the vertex of the top edge of one side of the low-set platform. The vividness is astounding, beautiful, and peaceful. For about 20 minutes, I happily scrape all the ice off, feeling satisfied, but I wonder if any of it will form again before I receive my payment.

More Correspondence with the Usual Sleep Dynamics: A parking lot is what I imagine, define, and create to enhance a mode of liminality, a specific level of dream state awareness. As in real-world correlation, it represents temporary immobility but with a potential transition from one place to another (here, from the dream state to viable wakefulness). This fundamental dream motif has remained a regular feature since early childhood, typically as the final scene of a sleep cycle.

The concrete platform is about the size and height of a bed - with the vertex of the curb being the top edge of one side of the “concrete bed.” I sometimes shift a blanket remaining atop it, recognizing its role in my sleep navigation.

Protoconsciousness Personified as a Celebrity: After I finish my work, I watch George C. Scott, the actor, approaching a nearby building (walking from the road). The building is farther from the avenue than I am. It seems to be his office for the management of a nearby warehouse. He sees me but does not mention my payment and enters the building.

I am unconcerned about my payment or even if I receive it. I “walk with intent” to the road. However, George C. Scott comes out to give me a check when he sees I am leaving.

Proto-Cognizant Staging: I look at the check and read its details as I walk. It is for 20 dollars. There is handwriting featuring “20 Copeland Avenue,” “La Crosse,” and “G. Scott” as a signature. I plan on asking Zsuzsanna if George C. Scott owns a business here. (Zsuzsanna has never been to America, as I often remind readers.) I am intrigued but consider it may have been someone who only looked like him.

Inexplicable Transpersonal Link to Zsuzsanna:

Zsuzsanna was awake and reading about Emmet Brown’s “Great Scott” exclamations. There was no way I could have known this other than a typical transpersonal link - which is how I learned she was a real-world person (on the other side of the planet from me long before we met in waking life).

These links (NOT because of the dream state, as some people pretend - as dreams distort the link as they do everything else) regularly occur when one of us is awake and the other asleep. However, it also happens (with different dynamics) when we are both awake or asleep.

OK, I have been experiencing something of a resurgence. I think setting a strong intention to have a lucid dream is helping. If I am successful many days in a row, I start taking it for granted, and stop intending. Maybe. I'm still trying to figure out the pattern. That would also explain, though, why I was able to complete the character summoning task last night. I just thought, "it's my brain, I have control over it" and just like that, it worked.

Night 9, the night of repeated nightmare NLDs:

- I had this weird hypnagogic imagery dream where my friend kept turning into a carnivorous plant made out of eyes, AND biting my eye. Rude. It weirded me out and kept continuing, so I woke up fully and wrote it down to try and make my brain dream elsewhere. (Counting this as full since it felt very long, 1 point)
- I wrote a song about "my major"...in college/grad school? Idk. I wrote a song about my major, whatever that means. I had intense jaw pain in this dream too (this was probably real as well -- I have bruxism). (0.5 points)
- Dream that my brother was threatening to shoot me, which he would never do IRL. Quite a horrid nightmare actually. :c (0.5 points)
- I had a stalker in some endless bathroom world. I have these weird bathroom dreams a lot and have to pee when I wake up. (0.5 points)
- MORE FREAKING EYEBALLS. There was a giant eyeball watching me. I told some girl about it and I think she freaked out. (0.5 points)
- I dreamed that some guy killed someone and then panicked due to the guilt. (0.5 points)

...IDK what I ate before bed to have nothing but 6 straight nightmares in one night. Actually, I think it was pizza. Wtf man. Speaking of which, it's like 10:45 PM, I should be asleep, and I kind of want a bit of ice cream................ am I going to get round two of this?

Total = 3.5 points


Night 10, much better:

- Dream fragment about a selfie stick (0.5 points)
- Dream fragment about free art courses offered online (0.5 points)
- FINALLY A LUCID / DILD! I was with my friend and we summoned my target fictional character, and we were all walking up the stairs to a water slide! As for my character, he appeared in my peripheral vision and then in front of me almost instantly, which is interesting because I've struggled with summoning in the past. I then tried to ground myself in the dream, and it did become somewhat more vivid. I tried to go up the stairs more to ride down the water slide, because why not? Unfortunately, I then lost lucidity. (10 for DILD, + 1 for grounding, + 2 for interacting with DC, my friend, +5 for my first task, summoning a fictional character = 18 points)
- The dream morphed into something about a spooky dinosaur ride, based off of a dinosaur that was never real. But the woman operating it wanted it to be. In the same dream, I was with my cousin in a shop kind of like Costco, and there was free merchandise available there. We were riding on scooters, trying to get on the dinosaur ride, but we were about to miss the next train/car. An old lady got mad at me for letting my cousin ride on her scooter in front of me, because this was apparently rude or improper. (1 point)

Total = 20 points

Competition total = 23.5 + 53.5 = 77

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Back on track!

Night 9

- 5 dream fragments (2.5 points)
- 1 full non-lucid dream (1 point)

Night 10

- 2 dream fragments (1 point)
- 1 full non-lucid (1 point)
- 1 DILD (10 points)
- Grounding (1 point)
- Interacting with DC (2 points)
- Completing my first task, summoning a fictional character from a game (5 points)

Competition total = 23.5 + 53.5 = 77

3.9.2023

Notes from last night: Hotel, pizza, a bunch of people on the bed while couch has empty spots, 7 of 9, VLDL on sports field, watching sports game, participating in sport while on roller cart, someone died, got sympathy card

Not sure if this was all one dream [+1]

I was staying in a hotel. I think we were on vacation. Not sure who was with me, exactly. Someone got the hotel to put a pizza dispenser in their room. The pizza was pretty good. A bunch of people come over to one of the rooms, and a few of them pile onto the bed while only a couple of people sit on the couch. Something about “why doesn’t someone move to the couch?” There seems to be a guy there people don’t like, or are annoyed with, or something.

Seven of Nine does something involving a bath tub – filling it with dirt or something.

The acting group Viva la Dirt League is on a sports field. I discuss them with my Uncle, I think. A sports game starts taking place, while I go inside (the hotel?). Then I go back out. There is a lot of water around.

I walk up toward the university campus. There are some people playing a sport that is like soccer but with a volleyball. I am on a small roller cart, and I catch the ball at one point. Also, it seems to be here that I’m simultaneously in a Church service. Someone has died, and the service mentions them. Meanwhile someone hands me a sort of a sympathy card. I didn’t really know the person too well though.

3.11.2023

1:02am – bedtime

3:56am – WBTB [+2]

Took the following notes by hand:

“Lurkers-type war, bike lock; going somewhere, finding reading material, packing, trying to make a movie with a “robot” Servalan, having trouble with arm pistons. Trials in lab. Kneeling for crown.”

To elaborate:

I don’t remember much about the Lurkers-type war (Lurkers.io is a browser game that I have become kind of addicted to).

Fragment 1 [+0.5)

...I think I was trying to lock my car to something using a bike lock...

Fragment 2 [+0.5]

We are getting ready to go somewhere. I don’t think we will be gone overnight, but for some reason I want to pack my luggage anyway. It will be a longish ride, so I also want to find something to read. I look browse some magazines...

Fragment 3 [+0.5]

I was trying to make some kind of movie using a robotic imitation of the character Servalan from the TV show Blakes 7. The arms, or at least the hands, were made of pistons, and I was having trouble getting them to do what I wanted them to do...[Servalan seems to be a dream sign. I watched this show over a year ago, and I don’t think I dream much about the other characters anymore. But Servalan keeps popping up.]



Fragment 4 [+0.5]

Doing some trials in the lab, which involved running around a table. I feel that I should have been completing a circuit of the table and ending in the same spot, but I don’t end exactly where I want to. This might be acceptable though...[maybe the same dream:] kneeling for a crown...

4:13- back to bed

9:56 – awake. Took the following notes by hand:

“Man drowned in [nearby lake name] while being chased. Body not recovered. I look at lake. See guy laying near opposite bank. They say he was used to the cold or something. Is that the guy? Up into a cave.

“Sleepover at Uncle D-‘s

“Getting gas, making rhymes.”

To elaborate:

Man in lake, cave [+1]

Someone was being chased, I think by the police, and ended up going into the lake. He presumably drowned, although they never found the body. I am walking along, looking at the lake a little unsettled wondering if I will see the body. Looking across the lake to the opposite bank, I see a man lying in a sort of concrete trough. He is living, and looks like a homeless man. I get the idea (maybe from people nearby) that he is used to being out in the elements. I think it’s possible this could be the guy that was being chased. Then I start going into a small, nearby cave. It’s dark in there, and I end up leaving.

Fragment 5 [+0.5]

I am at my Uncle’s house. I am spending the night there, along with some other relatives.

Fragment 6 [+0.5]

Riding in a car with my dad. We stop to get gas. I think I am going to be pumping the gas. I make up a rhyme about pumping gas. Then I make up another. I don’t remember much of the rhymes, except that the second one was something like “now it’s time for me, to pump some gas for thee”, maybe. I used the word “thee” anyway, to rhyme. I feel almost like they were limericks, though.

3.11.2023

Only slept for about 3 hours last night. I don’t remember much dreaming, although it seems like I was dreaming about circuitry and/or coding.