Agthoek's Dream Journal

Meditated while trying to WILD but it often just keeps me awake. Second false awakening since the comp began (still didn't catch it) :

(Fragment)

Me and three of my nephews in a house

Team WBTB



*false awakening* In my bed, I'm writting the dreams of me and a teammate of this spring comp (he's online in the notes app), I want us to go back to sleep for WBTB

Marble stairs in Paris (fragment)

With one of my brothers in an appartment *forgot what happened*, then I'm in Paris, on top of giant white marble stairs, lots of people are sitting on the steps, I find a spot near the edge next to a group of travelers

Violent glitched waves



A place where dreamers can meet and embody other dreamers to increase their chances of lucid dreaming. *false awakening* I write down my embodied "dreams" a bit like this :
•*Dream*
.*Something*
•*Dream*
.*Something*
•*Dream*
.*Something*
•*Dream*
.*Something*

Then I go back to "sleep" : I'm walking outside, following the road in a forest, then there's mostly a concrete road and less nature. I'm heading towards a specific place. On the way, a grandma with pink lipstick and yellow dye painted all over her skin is making zombie or Frankenstein noises and mannerisms in a car with no rooftop and she has an automatic hairdressing machine on her head. But I know this is normal in this place. I've arrived at my destination.

I see the beach, with high waves frozen in time, which I try to unfreeze using telekinesis : the waves start moving again every few seconds, like It's glitching. The sea is very rough, the tides are getting closer to me quickly and without stopping. I take off one sock to not wet it but I don't have time to take off the other one when the waves become more and more violent.

The waves are so violent that I have to run, trying not to get my remaining sock wet. Then there's one of my sisters and some other people. She explains to us how to deal with the incoming waves : we have to stay behind the large wall/block of ice, and jump when the water comes in. We do it and the water is cold because of the ice.

On Night 1 I couldn't fall asleep until like 1am and had to wake up early, so I only remember one short dream:

Apology poem



I'm at my parents house in the dining room with some family (mostly nephews), then the scene cuts to a prisonner that made a really long apology letter, like a full book, written in rhymes like a poem, directed to the judge, which convinced him to release the prisonner. Now this letter/poem is taught in schools.