lucid

I got lucid once tonight. Went to bed around 9:15 P M and finished the outline around 7 A M. I was up a little late, playing one more Pokemon battle! But I am using Pokemon battles to practice my episodic memory.

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Round 1 of dreams.

I think I remember something with Goku, but only vaguely.

I remember being at a 12 step meeting. There were people from my high school there. I was thinking or sharing about how I have a good amount of sober time. Most other people there seemed in their first few months.

A woman sitting near me started to dig a pen into my chest or shoulder or something. It kinda hurt. I tried to get her to stop. Then some people behind me started taking pictures of me with their cell phones. They were all laughing. I tried to get them to stop.

It became a fight scene kind of thing, where I was being chased. There was something about how 2 guys caught me in an alley, or between a big truck and a building, and were going to beat me up. I think I imagined powering up and sending them flying away.

The fight/chase ended and I was walking along. I walked over a narrow cement thing, maybe like something at a skate park. I was thinking of being linked mentally to J B.

I also remember a part where I was with a group of people. So I said, "I am a [diety] named Rock." I might have said "Greek [diety]." I said it in kind of a deep voice, like Gaston's voice. I think I felt silly or embarrassed after. I thought it would sound cool, but I just felt silly.

I was walking out of their area when I noticed that they were enclosed in giant wire mesh tents. There was a zipper I unzipped to walk out. "Are these faraday cages?" I asked, wondering why in the world they would be using computer labs inside a faraday cage. "No," they said. "If they were faraday cages, we couldn't have all this equipment in here." I continued to walk out.

I recalled those and then went back to sleep, still re-remembering them later. My memory is definitely leveling up!

(zzz)

Round 2 of Dreams.

I remember something in the beginning with Pokemon cards. Me and/or others trading and playing them.

I remember this part where I was laying in a bed in the yard. Like my grandmother's apartment complex. There was a dog I kept looking at. The dog looked back at me and I panicked. 'Oh no! If it sees me looking at it, it will come over here!' I was afraid of the dog, and tried to pretend I wasn't looking. Eventually the dog kept walking away.

I remember being at an A C A meeting kind of thing. I was the chair person. I read the format for the meeting. But then I realized that everyone was directing their comments to a woman in the front of the room. I was just sitting in the back. 'Oh no!' I thought. 'I am supposed to sit in the front to read the format, so they will direct their comments to me.' So, I headed for the front.

When I got up there, I said, "That sure was silly of me." And, "It is okay to do something silly." I remember hearing some comments like what I hear in A C A meetings as well as making my own comments.

After the meeting, I was in the back of the room again, doing some kind of opposite hand writing. I had folded sheets of computer paper into segments. My opposite hand was making small letters with a brown felt tip marker.

I remember asking someone for help or comments on what I'd done so far. I felt good about the writing. I remember thinking something about pushing or forcing myself to do it. There was a guy who came to comment on it, but I didn't like his comments. I kind of rejected the feedback and went on working on the writing. I realized I didn't need anyone's feedback. I also said something about how the writing comes from the left or right hemisphere of the brain.

There were some women sitting nearby. I remember I had my wallet. There was much more money in there than usual! Without thinking much, I put it out on the table and just looked through the money. Then I realized the women would think I was trying to show off, and felt embarrassed or misunderstood. I wished I hadn't taken out the money.

I remember walking along a road. I saw one or two people smoking. I was out of smell range and tried to run behind some buildings to ensure the smell didn't reach me.

Then I was in someone's back yard. Kind of like J R's. I think there was a young teenage kid coming home from school, but he was going to smoke before his parents got home, so they wouldn't know.

I wasn't aware it was a dream, but I was able to fly up onto his roof. I imagined that he saw me up there, and then I flew away. He would think I vanished or teleported, and be really amazed.

I woke up and recalled those. Then I re-played all the dreams, rounds 1 and 2, in my mind, to form "solid" memories. When I went to re-remember round 2 in the morning, I could re-remember the end, but it took an extra moment to get to the part about the meeting. I just kept thinking, "I know something was there. I know I remembered it." And eventually it came back to me. Round 1 was easier to re-remember because the part where I said I was a diety came to mind right away.

While I was up to use the rest room, I took 100mcg Huperzine-A and 300mg Alpha-GPC Choline.

Oh! Another memory came to mind. Wow! Well, I remember someone trying to sell me something. I had a stack of white papers. At first they seemed blank. The next time I looked through, instead of blank pages, there were lots of packets with print all over them. Forms to fill out and informational packets. I figured I had just not noticed them, but it was actually the dream doing the thing where the words can morph when I look away and look back.

(zzz)

Round 3 of Dreams.

I remember a bunch of people were guests at nana's. One guy was going outside to smoke. I panicked and tried to make sure all the doors and windows were closed. Once they were, I considered talking with him from the other side of the glass. We could still talk, but his smoke wouldn't reach me.

I remember someone showing me their coloring book. It had small square pages. They said how once they colored a page, they couldn't look back at it. They had to keep moving through the coloring book in sequence. The first third of it, or so, was colored. He seemed really happy with his coloring book.

We were room mates in the kids room at my nana's house. The one where the computer room is now. There was a moment when I wanted to tell him, "Wait! This is a false awakening!" But I didn't think of that until I was between dreams. Round 3 was a marathon of dreams and there were earlier parts i couldn't remember.

I had another false awakening where I was going to write down my dreams. I had my reclining chair and lap top. Some music was coming from Aunt C's room. I had the understanding that other people were guests at nana's house. So, I went to get my ear muffs.

My sister was my room mate in this dream. I felt bad because she didn't have the same hearing protection as me. She showed me her ear plugs. They were made of play dough, plastic wrap, and little puffy balls of fabric stuff. Multi-colored. I knew they weren't the real deal like my ear plugs. "I will get you a pair," I said. But when I looked, none of my ear plugs looked fresh. I even had a red white and blue swirly colored pair. 'I might have to get her a pair tomorrow from home,' I thought. I felt sorry for her that she was using such ineffective hearing protection, and didn't even know.

I was about to go to write on my lap top when I looked out to the hall way. Lots of people were walking by. 'That's different,' I thought. 'What are all those people doing, running around at night?' Then I noticed F was running through the hall. She had a beard! 'Oh! It's a dream!' I thought. That was definitely a dream-induced lucid dream.

I followed F to nana's room. I wanted to talk to her! But people kept blocking me. She went into nana's bathroom and I couldn't get through.

I decided to go downstairs and outside. I didn't have to do any stability techniques at all. It was all perfectly stable on its own, for quite a while! I walked down the hall. Two people were running down the hall behind me. Not chasing me, just running.

The thought crossed my mind to crouch down on all fours, in a table top position, and trip them. I did it at the top of the stairs. Sure enough, they tripped over me, and went flying down the stairs. They landed with a bang on the ground, sprawled out and in pain, on the next floor down.

I felt really bad about that. 'That was so mean,' I thought. 'Even though its a dream, I know that was too mean.' I put out my hand. 'Heal!' I thought. The two of them got up and ran off. I felt less confident in my healing power, and wasn't sure if it really worked.

I went down the stairs and finished going outside, out the back kitchen door. I flew up. Where nana's pool is, there were lots of trees. They were kinda like palm trees, but with yellow and brown and golden looking leaves. I flew up above them.

I really needed to use the bathroom! I landed and used the bathroom on the dirt, in the middle of the dream. (I didn't wet the physical bed.) Aunt B was sitting nearby with someone else. She kind of scoffed. I tried to ignore that, and flew up again. After I used the bathroom in the dream, I felt some relief, but I hadn’t really wet the bed. It makes me wonder if the whole feeling of needing the bathroom was just an illusion in my dream body, rather than a physical need.

So, I was flying up in the air. 'Maybe I will just go straight to outer space!' I thought. So I put my arms out in front of me like super man, and flew up. 'Wow, I am really gaining altitude,' I thought. I felt I was going really fast.

'My shoulders might get tired if I keep my arms up too long,' I thought. 'I will put my arms down, and still fly.' So, I did that, and kept flying. I felt a good flight speed.

There was a pinkish cloud in the sky with writing in it. I don't remember the words. But after a while, I looked down, to see how tiny the Earth looked beneath me. 'Huh?!' I thought. As I looked down, the pool and everyone down there were only like 20 feet below me.

I surrendered and just floated back down to the ground. 'I will use the pool!' I thought. 'I could do a really reckless jump off the diving board!' Where the diving board usually is, there was just a little blue platform at water level. A young child was jumping off of it into the water. 'I need to jump from some place higher,' I thought.

'Ah! The ladder rail!' I went to the rail of the ladder, which was a few feet high, and I guess I jumped in. I don't remember clearly. I do remember doing some wide grip dips on the edge of the pool, with my eyes closed, and thinking, 'This is hurting my shoulders, even in a dream!' Then, when I went to where I expected the ladder to be in waking life, it was right there in the dream, too. That's pretty amazing. I guess I swam in that pool so much as a child that my dreams replicate it with great accuracy and consistency.

I climbed out from the ladder. Then I noticed a really tall tree trunk, but it had a flat top like it had been cut. It was at least 10 feet tall. I jumped to the top. Before I could dive into the pool, I saw that there were other tall trees with flat tops, and then a mountain of logs much taller.

'I could practice my flight skills by aiming for the flat surfaces, instead of just flying aimlessly into space,' I thought. 'So I will!' My aim was good. I could jump from one flat top to the next. I felt myself gradually gaining altitude again. 'Maybe I will just climb these logs all the way into space.'

Then, one of them appeared to be wobbly. 'Uh-oh!' I jumped to it anyway, thinking/hoping it was the only wobbly one. 'Uh-oh!' It wasn't the only wobbly one. I jumped from one flat top to the next and then the whole mountain of logs toppled. There were also orange protein jugs piled up there. They all toppled down.

The people on the ground went running. "Ahhh!" They all cried out. When I got to the ground, I ran to the front yard to escape. I knew they would be mad at me!

I forgot if I woke up briefly, or if the dream just transitioned. But I found myself watching two people talk about popsicles. One woman ate a popsicle. The other guy ate more of them, really fast. Every time, he said, "I like this one!"

I remember a scene where I was writing a dream.

I remember a thing about people selling pills. They had all these pill bottles. They said the pills were to help someone become a good lawyer. They had all sorts of names. I think they were supposed to be nootropics. One bottle had a clear side where I could see little white crystals, like sea salt. It said "Toxic" on the side, on a purple label. There was more detail to that part which I forgot. Something about limiting the amount of supplements per day.

I remember a part where I had a funny red and yellow hat. It said something like, "M S C," on it. Other people with me had similar hats and shirts. I asked one person what MSC stood for, thinking there might be some kind of psychic download of information that I could verify in waking life. But the answer seemed silly. I forgot exactly what it was.

We went along from store to store. This part was much more detailed but I didn't remember it in full. I remember in one store, they had some food on the shelf. I was aware it was a dream, so I kept making little hints, hoping my fellow dream figures would catch on. They didn't seem to notice it was a dream.

We got to another store and I was busted for having stolen the MSC hat. "I will just give it back to you!" I pleaded. "Please don't make me be in trouble. I just didn't know what to do with it." I handed the hat and other stolen clothes over to the police man. He was wearing a dark blue uniform. When I looked down, I saw that I was wearing a dark blue police uniform, too, with a badge and everything! 'How am I gonna explain this one?' I thought.

I looked at both of our feet. I had on black boots. He had on similar black boots, too, except they were elevated by black ice skate blades. 'That's interesting,' I thought. 'There's no ice in here.'

An African American woman came in. Someone was laying on an examination table. Maybe I was seeing myself from outside at this point. "We will give him an X-Ray like when they are checking our mini for a baby!" She said. I think "mini" meant "womb". "That will determine if he stole the clothes!"

I was found to have stolen them, and put into a coffin, and dropped into the sea. I felt like I was watching a show. Even though I wasn't the one in the coffin, just watching it made me feel all this claustrophobia.

Luckily, a friend had snuck along with me. He could move in and out of the coffin and survive underwater. He positioned the coffin inside a sunken ship kind of thing, and then brought back some biscuits. "Here, eat these biscuits," he said. "It will keep your heart rate down." I guess the carbs would kind of sedate me so I wouldn't feel so bad about being imprisoned in the coffin.

'If its my dream, why can't I just teleport outside the coffin?' I thought. But, I didn't have the powers at that time.

Some how that dream ended. I am not sure if there were more details or if it just transitioned. I found myself in Aunt C's room. I knew it was a dream, but I really, really needed the bathroom again! I didn't want to wake up, though.

Another dream figure appeared to advise me. He said I could go to the bathroom in Aunt C's room, and then my physical body would sleep walk to the bathroom at the same time, go, and then sleep walk back to bed, so I could continue dreaming. I really believed that this was going to work, and I would never have to wake up from a dream to use the bathroom again.

I went to Aunt C's bathroom and saw two toilets. One was a urinal, on the left. The other was a toilet, on the right. I also thought that my physical body was sleeping in Aunt C's room so that made me really not want to wet the bed. And I thought that my physical body was positioned exactly where my dream body was in relation to the toilets.

'I know that in waking life, there's a sink on one side, and a toilet on the other,' I thought. 'So, which side corresponds to the physical toilet?' It would have been the left, but I chose the right side, which was a toilet in the dream, but a sink in waking life. I peed all over the place. It wasn't easy to aim in the dream! I felt some relief after, and hope it worked. there were little trinkets all over the place, including on the toilet seat, that I knocked over.

I noticed myself in the mirror. I had a short brown mushroom cut. 'Thats not me!' I thought. 'I have long hair and a beard.' I knew it was a dream, and continued on.

'What should I do now?' I thought. 'I won't need to wake up for a while, so I could do anything I want!' While I used the bathroom, the dream had even done this thing where the bathroom light was flickering. It looked like my vision could be flickering between two worlds. I was really convinced that I had sleep walked to the bathroom, went, and sleep walked back to bed, to continue dreaming. Did I really wet the bed? Let's find out... (Cliff hanger!!!)

'I know!' I thought. 'There was a party here before. I will go downstairs and get some food.' So I walked and flew down there. My dad was talking to my uncle. "Everyone is off doing their own little party!" he said with some scorn. My Uncle J was there. I remember seeing him for a moment. On the counter, there were rectangular packs of muffins with blue packaging. They had tiny muffins. I grabbed a pack and flew upstairs.

'Wait!' I thought. 'What if I'm really in the physical world, and I just think I'm dreaming?! I would really regret eating this." So, I did a finger palm test.

looking at the back of my left palm, I didn't see a finger poking out. 'Uh oh!' I thought. 'Wait, let me check the other side.' When I looked at the other side, my right pointer finger was buried in my left palm up to the second joint. It just wasn't poking out the other side. 'Interesting,' I thought. 'Never had it happen that way before.'

I continued eating the muffins, just enjoying them. I think I got one or two bites before the dream ended. I guess just relaxing and eating the muffin caused the dream to end, while some degree of stress or action seemed to keep it going? Or maybe it was just time for it to end. I would like the dream to last, even if I do absolutely nothing but sit back and relax and look around.

I remember being in my bed, and staying still, to recall the dreams. I must have still been in the phase because another dream began. In this one, I was watching someone like Beerus sleeping on his special planet. He woke up and saw a giant cloud up above, shaped like a dog's head and body. 'Oh no! I must position my body like the dog's body in the cloud!' he thought, and hurried to copy the posture.

It must have been some kind of ritual. There was a crow like character, coming from the left side of the "screen" with a firey torch. They had a sash around their waist like Beerus shoulder armor, with the stripes. There were lots of torches lit behind them, too.

I woke up from that special bonus episode of the dream marathon and stayed still, thinking of the dreams. My body felt really heavy, and I had no urge to fidget for a while. I couldn't tell if I had wet the bed. When I finally got the urge to stretch a little, I tried to feel around to see if I had wet the bed.

I didn't! What a relief. It was a close call.

Well, I am glad to be done typing those! I have been watching some cartoons lately and I feel inspired to try to make a comic from my dreams. When I recalled my dreams I kind of imagined them as a comic book.

Like usual, I did my outline first, then typed them in full. I am finishing it now right at 10 A M. I am trying to get all the dreams written in full before going off and doing other stuff, just so that my biggest task of the day is completed. After my dreams are written up in full I can kinda relax a little easier.

Created Friday 29 June 2018

Got a brief WILD to note, along with some scraps.

Scrap Group 1
At home. I realize much later that the leftovers I'd saved up were gone.

Watching Bob's Burgers with Pascal and Andrew There's a disturbingly gory scene involving a train wreck. Also, the title character happened to own two burger shops and worked part time in a diner. Later, I follow the other two down a cliffside towards a town at night. There's talk of a Nintendo 2DS release of Cyberbots. I kinda annoyed Andy by talking over him.

Dream 1 - Copy-and-Paste Tornado

WILD transition in bed via REM Atonia. I did nothing but kept my eyes shut for much longer than needed, as I was worried about RL distractions waking me up. Specifically, the AC, which sounded at full blast. When I noticed not getting further anchored, I tried forcing a transition via imagining a wave knocking me elsewhere, intending to end up in an aquifer cave or any other watery locale. It took no time at all to hear the sound of rushing waters, followed by feeling myself slammed by such, then finally getting dragged off to unknown depths.

When I come to, I find that I'm flying above a hilly, green-filled island during twilight, the ocean barely visible past a "distance fog" in the land's borders. More pertinently, a whirlwind was strait ahead of me, the sound of its blaring gusts dazing me out of the dream momentarily.

Reentry. I was back on that island, this time, with no tornado and better visuals. Thinking of the contest, I decided to call the storm once again. A simple 'point and click' did the work just fine. I gazed below, watching as dirt, grass, and shrubs alike were torn out of the ground and into the funnel. Such destructive force unnerved me greatly, especially given how effortless it was to conjure. I hovered away nervously.

The dream collapsed soon afterwards.

Four months ago I had a LD induced from FA.

I wake up in living room and immediately gained awarness.(I live in apartment) Everything around was darkish, the lamps doesn't glow enough and the walls were covered in some dark substance like tentacles(or veins), they were like alive, they had a heartbeat(pulsating). I went in the corridor, everything was covered in that stuff, the lamps were flickering. I thought to get out from front door, but behind the door there was a strange noise, so I looked through the spyhole. On the other side of the door there was a black fat monster with big mouth and many teeths, which from time to time was burping with sulphur smell. So I went to my room, the walls were covered also, I thought that I can fly out of windows,but they were covered also, from what I saw through them all the city were covered in that shit. The sun was there, but was a full sun eclipse. In that moment the entire floor started to cover with dark spiders and snakes stuff. I jump on top of my bed. I thought that I can't escape from that, so I just sit on the bed, the dark things were crawling towards me in that moment the lamps gone all dark.

Suddenly a person appeared on the bed beside me, he was carrying a little flashlight. He looked at me and say "What are you doing, why are you so afraid, everything in here is an illusion. Everything here is part of yourself, look carefully now". He close his eyes and the next moment his little flashlight lit like a big projector. I asked him how did you do it. He said "You must concentrate, use your inner light", "ok I will give it a try". I closed my eyes and focused on light, the next moment the room exploded in very bright light, all blackness started to burn and disapeared. Outside was a bright day, all the darkness was gone "See you can do it, if you just try and remember this is your inner world, your will is everything". I turned towards him and said "perhaps, you are Me". He smiled and vanish. In that moment the dream fall apart and I woke up in my bed.

Everything changed afterwards. :movingmrgreen:

On this night I had a much higher dream recall and lucidity compared to the nights before. I think part of that was that I practiced waking life recall again. I had been playing back to back pokemon battles or DB Super episodes but I changed it. Instead of going back to back with those, I journaled about each one afterward, kind of like recalling a dream.

(zzz)

Round 1 of Dreams.

I remember something about a computer lab, and some people trying to contact outer space. Then, I was looking at a television. On the television, there was a row of pictures of cymbals. The sounds from them were used to communicate to outer space.

Then I was looking at shelves. There were bottles of juice. The bottles had kind of a swirly design around the outside. Almost like a winding ramp.

Someone said that J A wanted to ask me something. I went to pour myself a cup of the juice. I don't think she wanted any. The juice was a dark orange color, like mango.

J A wanted to ask me what I thought about having a baby. She asked me if I wanted to have one. It wasn't clear if she meant, have a baby with her, or if she was just asking in general, like some kind of survey. Either way, I was like, "Yeah! I think having a baby would be cool." But of course there's a lot to think about before having a baby.

I had been leaning back on my chair the whole conversation, without realizing it. Someone to my right said not to lean back on my chair. 'Have I been leaning back on my chair this whole time?' I thought. I tried to make sure all 4 chair legs were on the ground.

I recalled those and then went to sleep, still re-remembering most of it later... There were one or two earlier parts I didn't re-remember though.

(zzz)

Round 2 of Dreams.

There were definitely earlier parts that I couldn't "reach".

I remember being in front of a mirror, in a bathroom. Ms. M and J C were behind me, talking to me.

Ms. M left, but a younger kid arrived, around age 14. He told J C that I liked her! I think she said something about not liking me in that way or something... Or maybe I just expected her to reject me. So before it made anything awkward, I told the kid, "Yeah, I like her!" But explained I liked her as a family friend, and mentioned our camping trips, and so on. I think that eased some of the awkwardness that I felt.

I told the child that if he kept practicing his speaking skills, he'd be very good at it by the time he was 20. He rode his bike away.

I remember seeing Ms. G (English teacher) sitting at a little desk. Then I went down a set of long yellow stairs. Each step was longer than my foot. I considered going down them backwards but just went down forwards, feeling light.

Then I was in a Pokemon battle. My Pokemon had 2 steel type attack moves. One had 75 accuracy and one had 85. I was caught trying to decide which to use. I think I chose the 75% accuracy one because both were kind of risky anyway. It had some kind of silver umbrella thing appear on the opponent's side of the field.

Then I was out of electricity. I needed electricity from outside the game to use to move inside the game. There was a wire with something I could charge up, right behind me. I went to get the current flowing, but realized the wire was directly touching my leg! I quickly jumped away, cursing. The wire lit up bright blue.

At one end of the room, there were 3 people on a couch. The guy on my left had on a white shirt. He drew a black line with marker on his left side pocket. He said something like, "Please don't curse like that." But something about his tone really triggered me. It was probably because he failed to acknowledge/sympathize with my panic and fear, and instead found fault with my word selection. I started to curse him out pretty intensely.

There was someone sitting in the middle. Maybe a smaller woman. I am not sure I even noticed the details of the person.

The guy on the other side of the couch, to my right, was wearing a grey shirt. He coldly told me that I was being "sinful". This brought up even more rage... The exact reason I HATE religion. Because they failed to notice my actual state (fear/panic) and just judged the behavior as wrong. So it is very abandoning.

I started cursing that guy out and telling him his religion was stupid. He was physically bigger than me, and decided he would physically assault me! So I tried to flee. I realized that the police would probably take his side, too, which sucked... At one point, he had me pinned down. "[name of diety] wants me to punish you!" He said something idiotic like that. I could see he had sharp teeth when he bared them.

I somehow got out of that pinning and ran away. I saw myself from outside. I looked like Littlefoot from Land Before Time. He caught me in a net thing, like the collars they use in Animal Control. He had me walk ahead of him.

We passed through a swampy graveyard place. With lots of grave stones but a few inches deep of water. Wading through there, I got a little ahead of him. I snuck off to the side to hide behind a grave stone, and he walked right by, thinking I continued on straight. He had morphed into a white ghosty kind of shape character.

Eventually, he turned around, and started coming towards my hiding place. This dream was pretty scary. Not quite nightmare level but it reached around 70% nightmare level.

I remember it transitioned into another Pokemon Battle. I had a move that only did 10% of their HP each time. I used it for a few turns. Suddenly, it did 25% of their HP, without even getting a critical hit. I wasn't sure why, but one more would have the K O.

I remember thinking that I don't want to curse out people like that if possible, since they might want to beat me up. But I don't like having to... Filter the way I express my emotions. Anyway, I just remember being in the woods. And leaning my stationary bike on the wheels. I was going to push it up some stairs. Then I woke up.

I recalled those and went back to sleep. I just made sure to re-play them in my mind enough to form a solid memory. I still re-remembered it all by morning.

I also took my 100mcg Huperzine-A and 300mg Alpha-GPC Choline at this time...

(zzz)

Round 3 and 4 of Dreams..

I remember being in my Nana's room. I was on a lounge chair near her dresser. I had the land line on the floor to one side. She almost stepped on it. "Don't step on the land line!" I yelled. I moved it to the other side. My sister was there too.

I went home to get some protein. It was morning, but it was dark out, still. My dad had just got home at the same time. I called out to greet him.

I remember being in my room at 15. Someone was sharing about religion on a phone meeting. (I heard a share about religion yesterday, involving false loyalty to a dysfunctional church, that seriously pissed me off, so that's probably why i dreamed of it so much. Recovering from religion is a big deal to me.)

After the meeting, on the fellowship line, I was telling the guy that his comment was stupid. And that his religion is stupid... He kept hearing what I said then taking a moment before replying. Whenever he spoke again, I tried to shut him down again. I remember looking at a pair of black pants while being on the phone.

Then there was a woman with a book. She was talking about Satan but then she started calling it "Thesatan". There were some other concepts of dieties in the book. She also said that heavy people, with an over-eating habit, might want to make friends with a janitor. Since janitors see all the food people drop on the floor.

At some point along these dreams I was awake physically in bed. I didn't need the bathroom though so I stayed still, recalled what I could, and went back to sleep.

I dreamed I was on a phone meeting with M and 2 other guys. But, they were actually there in person. M shared first. He said that he likes "scriptures", but something someone said in favor of them in an earlier meeting had ticked him off. Hearing him mention "scriptures" had ticked me off, too. I was thinking of sharing reactively about it by the time my turn came around. I felt very reactive, just hearing about it. Religion is definitely a touchy subject for me to hear about, unless someone is saying religion sucks.

I remember being in the guest room, but in the dream context, it was my room. I still felt a little out of place there. My Dad came to the door. "How was your day?" he asked. "Wait! I'm changing!" I said, and closed the door before he could look in.

I remember dreaming that I was laying in bed, on my left side, like my physical body was. My dad came in the room again. He was angry about something. He said I wasn't allowed to use pencils any more. I think he also said I wasn't allowed to speak out against religion any more. I felt intimidated, and afraid to say anything, but I will speak out if I damn well please. He's not allowed to touch me... Unless he wants to give me a license to defend myself. At which point I will stop him. Anyway, in the dream, he seemed angry at me.

My dad came in the room again. Again, from the head of my bed, he was yelling at me. Again, he said I'm not allowed to use pencils any more. A little green and gold emblem thing fell onto the bed. It had the letters "D" and "R" on it. My dad went to leave the room.

I got the hunch that I might be dreaming. I got up. I might have floated up or perched on top of a dresser. Anyway, I asked him. "Dad! Wait! What's the name of the second car you let me use?" I had to "think fast" to come up with a question that he would be unable to answer if it were a dream.

"Um... Marrion." He said it very matter of factly. Of course, that is incorrect. "No!" I said, and I said the actual name of the car. "You're not real!" I said, and flew up in the air. In hindsight, I probably would have been better off letting him walk away, then enjoying my lucid time, but I didn't think of it.

I flew towards him and he became a sort of robot with a big white dome top and white vaccuum hoses for arms. I could see him through the slightly opaque white dome. At first I got ready to fight off his white vaccuum hose arms.

Then I remembered to stop fighting in the dream. I gave the big robot vaccuum thing a hug and said, "I love you!" Then the dream ended and I woke up.

I stayed still and recalled those. After using the rest room, I played the dreams back some more in my mind, then went back to sleep.

I re-remembered it in full in the morning. This re-remembering thing is awesome. I never thought it would be possible to remember all the nights dreams, even rounds 1 and 2, in the morning. Without even making notes. I guess I have reached an advanced stage.

(zzz)

Rounds 5 (and 6?) of Dreams.

I dreamed I was in a version of my room at 15. My mom and sister or dad and sister were in the room, talking. I was on a phone meeting. Well, I was sleeping with the phone near me, and I dreamed that I kept waking up to dial a phone meeting.

'Wait, why am I sleeping with the phone near me?' I wondered. 'It has lots of radiation!' So I pushed it away. 'Also, why am I on the phone when the other 2 are right there? I could be talking with them!'

Once I hung up the phone, they dissappeared, too.

I remember being in a bed. I was adjusting my position. I kept trying to put a pillow over my eyes, but accidentally covering my whole face. It really scared me that I would be unable to breathe while I slept.

Then I remember being in a dorm room kind of building. It was more eventful but I didn't remember 100% from the earlier parts. I know I was lucid though. I was practicing abilities with some other people. There was "William" and there was "Lauren" and one other guy. (No waking life correspondence.)

I knew it was a dream but they didn't seem to. "William" could punch really hard. Since it was just a dream, I let him punch my hands for practice. It actually hurt a lot, even in the dream. But I knew it wasn't doing physical harm so I let him continue. I think that came from watching DB Super, when they punch each others hands.

Then I remember having a pain in the right side of my thigh. Maybe it was from the pillow in waking life. I showed "William" that if I used a twig and pressed into the location of the pain, I could release the trigger point.

He was enjoying punching me so much that he wanted to punch my leg. At first, I hesitated. Then, remembering it was still a dream, I let him go ahead. Behind us, "Lauren" and her boyfriend were listening to a song about "[name of diety] is good" that was really ticking me off. I wanted to ask them to stop the song but didn't for some reason.

Then "Lauren" and her boyfriend were just being affectionate, telling each other things like, "I love you" and "I always support you" and "I am here for you." Hearing them have that kind of bond brought up a lot of grief for me. As they walked off to the side of the room, I thought of my Inner Child.

There was some kind of tac in the wall. To the right there just so happened to be a blue shoe box of my childhood photographs. I doubted my ability to "summon" the inner child, but the dream did it for me.

I noticed one photo looked like my 4th grade photo. I picked it up. I was smiling and had big teeth. I was wearing a black plaid button down shirt with white and gold/tan lines. The next photo was of me as a kid, at a lemonade stand kind of thing. There was a big neon green poster in front of the table. It said, "I Love Narrating Elimos". The lower case "i" in "Elimos" was bold. I think it meant "Elmos" as in Sesame Street, but in a child's spelling.
The next picture was of me as a kid. This time I had an orange poster. It said "My Russian Robot Bug" something something something. I forgot the exact words. I became very emotional and started to cry in the dream. I don't know if I cried physically when I had woken up but I felt very emotional.

I had a brief awakening there. I don't remember if I got up, stayed still moved a little, or anything. That's why I wasn't sure if this was 5 rounds of dreams or 6. But I fell back asleep and they continued.

I remember a part near the dining room of 15. I remember someone was saying how they wanted to get some kind of fat-removal surgery. But they probably wouldn't stop their overeating habit. So they'd just be in a cycle of overeating, gaining weight, getting surgery, and repeating it.

Someone else said that they were afraid to go to college and get a career going. But really they were alluding to what was underneath the heavy person's condition.

I remember another part about some kind of underground sewer or cement tunnel. Then I was walking around a building... Being called in to work? When I got inside, the job was to go into a giant bag of dirt, and I guess dig. I was eager to be called in to work, but other people were called in first.

I remember being in the dorms again from the previous lucid dreams. I was practicing using powers with other people there again. "William" and "Lauren" were still there.

I forgot some parts but I think we were afraid we'd get in trouble for breaking in. So, we left the dorm. Then, we realized that "William" and "Lauren" actually lived there, so we hadn't broken in.

Anyway, we were out front. "Lauren" was sitting up on a table. It showed all of our names on the side. "Lauren"'s name was "SEVIL". She had to put herself as "single" on her profile due to a lawyer situation, but she wasn't really single. She said that if she was actually single, she would be in love with me. Wow! That was nice. She had blonde hair.

I walked around the side of the building. I might have been riding a bike or a car, or flying. I was aware it was a dream. "William" and 2 others passed by ahead of me, from the other side of the building. "We're going to the dining hall! Come with us!" They said. I followed along.

It changed from night time to day time as we went up the hill. It was a grassy area. I knew it was a dream, but I don't know if anyone else did. "William" was doing amazing tricks on his bike, but couldn't understand how he had gotten so skillful. He did one trick I forgot. Then, a 360 tail whip, and landed back on the bike. I got on the back pegs and he did a prolonged front wheelie.

After that, he kind of rode or fell down a steep grassy hill. I used telekinesis to lift up some green leaves and tried to lift him back up the hill. Then I noticed the food court area.

The chefs behind the food stands were saying, "Telekinesis isn't real!" and it was ticking me off again... I was gonna prove them wrong! I started to use telekinesis on some of the purple domes on top of the building, and then the dream faded.

I was briefly in the phase, thinking I had woke up in bed... Then suddenly I was on an elevator. A guy ran buy, holding 5 big scrabble letters that said "DEILD". He held the letter "I" right up to my face, and I realized, 'It's a dream!'

I woke up from those dreams and recalled them. My body felt much heavier than usual but I knew I was physically awake. Eventually I used the bathroom and laid back down, to replay rounds 1 through 5 or 6 in my mind, and see if I'd sleep again. Nope. I got up and made the outline of the dreams around 8 A M.

It was a Thunder Storm last night. I actually enjoyed the sound of the thunder and rain. I like the natural sounds but not the industrial or plane noises.

Morning of June 28, 2018. Thursday.



One very curious factor of my dreams has been the effortless creation of interesting fictitious names. These names are most often female and sometimes implied to be that of a celebrity. Usually, this fictitious character is either a part of a vivid lucid experience or is a part of a specific type of non-lucid dreaming that is unlike other dream types and features the presence of a broadcast of the essence of watching television, though me being passively present in the broadcast setting at times (typically with a sense of ambiguity or of being incorporeal). In this case, it seemed to be an unlikely blend of television and Internet in its design as an unrealistic composite.

I am looking at information about a popular 1960s actress whose name was supposedly Spectra Lee. It appears on one part of the webpage as “Spectra.Lee” as the title of her website and related contact information. She appears in a number of 1960s photographs, some black and white. She is wearing a headscarf and sunglasses in most of them.

I suspect it is a play on “spectrally”, as I have been doing more sound engineering lately, though it could also apply to the nature of dreams and liminal space. However, after waking, I had a brief association with Elektra, the female Marvel Comics character (and of course Stan Lee).

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I went to bed around 9. After one more match of Pokemon Show down... Times 5!

(zzz)

Round 1 of Dreams.

I could only re-remember one part, which was an abstract chart C R had made to document his achievements. It was designed like a building layout.

I remembered more parts from the end of Round 1, but didn't re-remember them once I woke up again.

(zzz)

Round 2 of Dreams.

I remember something about really luxurious hotel rooms. And installing a special stair case in them. Also, there was an African American person in my room. I forgot the details. I think they had a similar personality to the hip hop artists I listened to when I was around 16.

I forgot the middle parts.

My memory begins again with a part when I was outside my high school. By the tennis courts. I threw something in a garbage can. A teacher noticed, and asked me to stand near the garbage can for 5 minutes, and sketch it.

I didn't want to. But he insisted. His reasoning was that if I added up all the time I spent looking at a garbage can when I threw something out, just a few seconds each time, it would add up to at least 5 minutes. So, therefore, standing near it for 5 minutes and drawing it wouldn't be too much.

The dream changed and it was something about time to eat. Ms. M gave me some italian food. I jumped down like ten feet and landed just fine in front of it. There was also a hydro massage thing, like from a hot tub, as I stood there.

I needed some utensils. Ms. M gave me some plastic ones. At first, I doubted the effectiveness of them. Then I decided they would be fine. There were some tiny carvings on some of them. One had a piece of wire as part of it.

K S came by and I showed her the utensils. She thought they were cool.

At some point, earlier, I remember something with a train. it was probably more involved than I could remember. Oh well!

RBFA.

(zzz)

Round 3 of dreams.

I think I just woke up from a short dream or one I didn't remember much of. Got up for a moment than laid back down. At some point there might have been something about not using too much light at night. Only the minimum.

RBFA.

(zzz)

Round 4 of Dreams.

I remember something about getting a pet dog. Maybe I even saw the dream from the view point of the dog. Not sure.

I remember at least ten pounds of black beans. I felt bad because they were going to go to waste if we didn't plant them. I thought of some local field and how I could spread the beans all over the field. There would be bean stalks cropping up everywhere and no one would understand why!

I also thought it would be inhumane because people would keep mowing them down. It wouldn't be a fun life, to be a plant, planted somewhere they keep mowing everything down.

There was a little strip of grass indoors. I thought that might be a nice place. I pictured a big tree sprouting up from the sun that came from the windows. On a side note, I also remember something with a box of cereal at some point.

I thought of pouring the beans into big plastic containers and putting them in the closet for now. As I poured them from one thing to the other, they cried out, "Ahhh!!! Help!!!" or something like that. They almost seemed like little bugs by then.

I remember various sizes of those brown amazon boxes sitting around. And something about Stewie Griffin kicking the littlest one, but very lightly. Also, I remember something about packing peanuts or popping the bubble wrap.

I remember a scene where Cat Dog (the Nickelodeon character) was lost in the middle of a city. Something with a bunch of cars driving by. I think they were sick or poisoned. I hadn't even thought of Cat Dog in like 10 years but it randomly came to mind, and I watched some on youtube, within the last few days. Funny how its in my dreams already.

I remember being in a house with some people. I don't know if I was myself and they were my family, or if I was someone else, or if they were someone else. Etc. I remember something with magic and something with water guns.

Some people were going up stairs. I followed them and began to be lucid.

After that I woke up. I was able to recall a bit more of these dreams and then still re-remember it later.

(zzz)

Round 5 of Dreams.

I remember being someone else in these dreams.

I remember we were eating some Italian food at the table. I sat at the head of the table accross from an older woman and there were other guys my age sitting on the sides of the table. A big towel appeared in my mouth. I tried to absorb the sauce from it and then take it out of my mouth.

While I did that, the woman said something like, "Isn't it great how he doesn't say anything?" I got really mad, and looked at my fist. But I was still working on removing the towel from my mouth. 'Oh, I guess she doesn't want me to say anything. Well, then, I won't reply when she says, "I love you", either,' I thought. So I imagined her wanted me to say, "I love you," And me not speaking. and just thinking, 'Well, I guess you don't want me to talk!'

I remember beginning to leave the place. I was going to move out or something. There was a blonde woman around my age alternating between complaining about me and then not wanting me to go. I left. I remember seeing a chalk board. It said how I began to work an A C A program that day, and healed from the problems in those relationships.

The woman from the dream had been in W A and found out about me being in A C A through an inter program survey she was taking. It was about how the nay sayers of addiction based 12 step programs can sometimes end up going to the anon programs.

I remember sitting in a meeting. I was taking really long and slow breaths. It took a while for my lungs to fill up, but once they did, I was able to feel that "lungs full" sensation.

There was a guy accross the room sharing. He paused to take an in breath. In that time, the guy next to him thought he had finished, and started to share. The guy was wearing an aqua green shirt. He got up and shrugged it off, walking to get something and sit back down.

I woke up from those and recalled them. Then, I went back around through round 1. I almost lost the end of Round 2! But some how I retrived it. What a relief. I made my outline then typed them up.

Morning of June 25, 2018. Monday.



I am watching a scene of which I am not directly a part. It is an unknown house of which is being renovated by a few unknown males.

There is a slight awareness of needing to use the bathroom, but I am uncertain if a bathroom is available nearby. I am also thinking about working on some music.

A voice calls out, possibly about an unfinished kitchen or bathroom renovation, “There is nothing in there but earaches and pancakes”. I simultaneously find this both startling and clever in my semi-lucidity.

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It is typical of the preconscious to call out with random rhyming gibberish or bizarre surreal phrases near the end of a dream. This is similar to how the creative process works.

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Date of Dream: TUE 26 JUN - 2018



Dream No. 361 - Separated Sections

Dream 361 A - Pinned To The Ground
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, the whole family was paying a visit to the newly renovated Glen Shopping Centre and this time, all the stores were open. I don't particularly remember all the stores we went into though. I can recall that the family had lunch there and we checked all the corridors.

When leaving, we didn't take the car and so had to head over to the train station. The layout of Glen Waverley was distorted in this dream and so was the look of the train station. Although there was easy stair and ramp access, my parents were making out like there was no other option but to take the lift. My dad was forcefully declaring that I take the lift but I was having none of that, so I fled from the family.

I was now in the air, hovering when I heard Dreamy WB's voice. She was telling me that Logan was nearby and to stop him from going any further. I thought to myself, “I'm gonna get him now”. I saw Logan in his typical yellow Jeffy T-shirt, walking alongside this other blonde guy. He didn't even notice me as I picked up speed in the air and then went down for an aerial tackle. The other guy gained a shocked facial expression and ran away in fright.

Meanwhile, I had Logan pinned to the ground while waiting for Dreamy WB to physically show up. I placed both my hands on each of his shoulders, looking him in the eyes like “you're not going anywhere”. At first, he tried to move his head upward slightly but eventually just gave up, having a look of emptiness, embarrassment and defeat on his face. The dream ended before Dreamy WB could appear.

Dream 361 B - We Almost Had Him (Lucid Dream 21)
The dream started and I had appeared in the driveway of my house. For some reason, I was aware of my environment straight away although no reality checks were performed (I don't use WILD in waking life either). I said to myself, “I almost had him!”. The first thing I did was to immediately call out for Dreamy WB as I started walking down the court. I stood just in front of the neighbour's house as I called so I get could get a good view down the hill.

It didn't take long before I caught sight of Dreamy WB walking up the hill. She was wearing her real counterpart's school uniform. Her physical appearance was clean and accurate, her hair styled straight and in a low bun, only her hair was more red than usual. As she came up to me, she had her arms spread out and she gave me a tight hug. We then released each other but after a few seconds, I felt like I wanted to hug her again. I spread my arms out and she gently put hers around me.

When we released the second time, I said to her, “We almost had him!”, based on the fact that I consciously remembered the last dream. In a soothing tone, she told me that she would take me up to the oval near the school and we would catch him there. Just as she was getting into position and I was getting ready to board her lap, I woke up.

Dream 361 C - Return Of The Elements
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in this random, unknown suburban area. Apparently, it was some kind of program for socialisation and slight amounts of spiritual training. I would explore the streets of the suburb but as I got further and further, the streets looked different and I got lost at some points. The group ended up at their first camping site down the hill in a slanted front yard of some random house.

A boy there had a cauldron cooking over some wood but there was another boy further down the hill that couldn't turn his cauldron on. I went down there and I said to him, “there is another way to turn on the stove, hence I will demonstrate the element of fire that I possess”; the boy was quite shy and didn't really say anything. It felt like I was just breathing a constant stream of invisible, hot mist but I could see the flames appearing on his cauldron and soon, it was as hot as the other one was with the cauldron surrounded by a full, raging orange fire.

In a later part of the dream, I had asked some of the kids in the group if I had shown them all of my elements. I then remember I had already shown them fire via the cauldron and also electricity by powering up the pole. I then looked up to the roof of the house and on it was some weird spinning decoration. It would spin for a while and then it would slow down and stop, the process would keep repeating itself.

I said I wouldn't demonstrate ice as it would immediately stop the spinning object and shatter it. I said that even if spinning at top speed, earth would slow it down and grind it to a stop. I went just below the ledge of the roof and breathed the earth element upwards, releasing green pulsating energy. As the object was slowing down, I asked the group, “do you any of you notice an affect?”. One of the boys said they didn't and so I thought to myself, “damn it, I must have matched the sequence too much”.

I was then in the car with my mum and we were driving back towards home but still in unfamiliar areas. She asked me how I felt about the school holiday program. I said to her that it was good because they let you by yourself and do whatever you want rather than bossing you around all the time. That's all I can remember about 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 361: Results (Competition #4)

361 A
Competition Night: 25
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

361 B
Competition Night: 25
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

361 C
Competition Night: 25
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 32.5
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Fly (1.0)
- Have A Dream Guide Appear Automatically (0.5)
- First Lucid Dream Of The Night (10.0)
- DILD or WILD...? (5.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide (10.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Breathe An Element: Dream showed x2 (2.0)
- Old Personal Goal Achieved During NL: Regain elemental abilities (2.0)

+ Previous Total: 98.5
Total Accumulated Points: 131.0



I'm on holidays now and so I can fully focus on achieving dream tasks. I decided to get a move on and start looking at Dreamy WB disciplining Logan as first proposed a couple of months ago. I spent a really hard slog over the few days, writing heaps in my diary and reciting catch phrases before going to sleep. Then the dream decided to get in the way by prohibiting me to summon Dreamy WB. Before bed last night, I used a technique that I've used before; writing a letter to the Awareness Behind The Dream (ABTD) and it worked, I saw progress (as seen in Dream 361 A and B). It was fun to write the end of Dream 361 A, I find it absolutely hilarious how the dream had set me to fly and then ambush him myself, honing in on him like a missile!

I'll either work towards getting him done in by a dream guide, which is the next step to complete the penalty. Or I'll work on sending a dream guide to pay Dawn a visit, talking to her and checking to see if her in-dream self says she's okay. Only Dreamy WB can execute Logan's penalty. Either Dreamy WB or Murray can go and see Dawn.

Early evening of June 23, 2018. Saturday.



I am looking at a desert scene of which is virtually identical to the image with this entry. I sense industrial activity going on behind me, likely in a factory, though I do not turn around to verify this.

An unknown male voice calls out, “Just the back feet are shut down”. I consider what this may mean. It puzzles me when I see it as regarding human anatomy. I then consider it means “feet” as a unit of measurement even though there is no numerical value.

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As dreams, regarding their autosymbolic nature, are mainly related to the nature of the dream state and waking process rather than real life (unless prescient or literal), “back feet” is a typical distortion regarding how I was briefly and lightly sleeping on my back. I rarely sleep on my back in my normal sleep cycle. The fact that the back of my feet was the only part of my feet that was in contact with the mattress is likely the reason for this dream, though it may also have an analogy to an animal’s back feet as an indication that parts of my mind are still active in sleep. Additionally, a desert is a biological factor that usually indicates a need to drink more fluids.

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06.17.2018
08:00 AM

Potion Lesson (DILD)

I am surprised I forgot how I realized I was dreaming in this one from not journaling it for a week! I know I was outside in a city. I stop and realize I'm dreaming. I remember my goal of summoning my dream guide again so I reach back and feel her hand. I pull her forward and it's her! Man, I always forget how tall she is. She is at least 6'2". this time she has natural looking red hair and normal clothes, no witch hat. We greet each other and she asks If it's time for another dream magic lesson. I say yes and get excited to see what I'm going to learn today. She grabs my hand and guides me into one of the near high-rises and up the stairs. Maybe on the 4th floor we come to a room which she unlocks and opens. It is moodily lit inside and there are shelves full of colorful bottles. In the middle of the room there is a cauldron and, behind that, a table with stuff for making potions. "Time to learn how to make potions." She says and starts getting things ready. I ask what kind of potions are we going to be making? Lucidity potions? Super Strength Potions? LSD?" I get pretty excited and the dream starts to blur. She starts to explain but I wake up.

Created Sunday 24 June 2018

Got several things to note. But, besides the first dream, they're mostly just fragments now (or very brief, in the case of a DILD).

Scrap Group 1
Watching a British comedy movie. Some guy with white shirt was roaming around town, purposefully getting into arguments for the sake of doing such. He almost went to jail when he got on a police woman's bad side. Cut. On the road with family. This somehow transitions to below.

Dream 1 - Waterfall Clouds

The visuals were clear. I was in a basic hotel room with dad, my sister Maude, and niece Lolita. Not for long, as we were already packing up. I open up the window curtains, only to find that our room was, in fact, miles above the earth, the clouds spanning out as a mountain range under a clear blue sky. A nimbus churned directly below us, releasing not rain, but an entire waterfall. Highly unrealistic (and I even acknowledged the unlikelihood of such at the time), but one hell of a view all the same.

Without thought, the others opened the windows and jumped out into the storm cloud below. Of course, I followed suit. I immediately pierced through heavy condensation, drenching myself in water. This was alarmingly cold, yet soothing. The descent then became a freefall in open skies seconds later, not too atypical an experience in my dreams, save for being far more vivid than usual. Eventually, I could distinguish a clear marshland below. Once I got close enough to accurately see the sky's reflection in the waters below, I let out the parachute (which I'm sure I never considered until that moment). Despite being the last to fall, I was, surprisingly, second to land, only preceded by Maude. Got a bit worried when dad and Lolita weren't in sight. Moreover, when they did get in view my, my niece's (implausibly acquired and unnecessary due to her age) 'parachute stroller' failed to deploy in a safe altitude. But, in the end, the two landed without incident.

All of us then "remembered" having been invited to a party not too far off from where we were, so we headed off to that direction. It was about that time that I realized the unbearably hot weather, warm enough to even steam off the vapor from my jeans. We took a detour by a forested area, just to keep from staying out of the open for so long.

One trek later, we arrived at the lobby of a mansion. There, we were greeted by a uniformed Navy sailor, who offered me a handshake. My palms were still a bit soaked, so I went off to dry it first. Apparently, I'd stammered my intent, given the sailor questioning my sister whether I was 'speech impaired'. This comment bothered me more that it should've. For instance, there was one bit where I'd a collapsing plastic container filled with half-pencils in hand. When he pointed that out, I responded with unfriendly sarcasm. Looking back, I don't think he meant for any hard feelings.

Anyway, the group and I head outside to a huge poolside lounge. Standing out among the crowd was this middle-aged man in a fancy suit, who I figured was the host. Even from a glance, he looked to be a big ego. Hearing his gloating and fretting over his vast funds and estates only cemented such first impressions.

I soon woke up.

Scrap Group 2
At a sports (baseball? American football?) stadium with Maude and mom. Later, Vega from Street Fighter appeared, going from aisle to aisle to gain the crowd's affection. When he got near us, I vocalized his theme song, if flagrantly out of pitch.

Walking around locally during a bright day. I'd random thoughts of Homestar Runner and mercenaries. Then, I gained sudden, if brief, lucidity. I used that time to run hyper fast, until I attained such speeds to hover right over the ground.

Watching a playthough of a new Resident Evil game. Leon is swimming in the waters of a seaport, where he's attacked by a colossal bipedal mutant crocodile (a poor man's Godzilla). There were numerous repeated clips of Leon getting eaten by the monster. Later on, he climbed on its head, but couldn't really do much when the beast stomps out to attack the city.

I find myself with a group others having an argument with guy who believes we were talking about him. I eventually walk away from them and back in to the house. I could hear through my window that they were still yelling at one another. Then all of a sudden the outside became really dark and there was some kind of gold shine coming from where they were all standing.

I could feel a dangerous vibe in the atmosphere and knew I should probably try to go sleep somewhere. That's when I went sitting down around the bottom of my bed and could hear helicopters and gun shots happening around the house. I then got up and could see the house has been broken in to which made no sense to me as so little time has passed. But once I look up from my window and could see from another house a man on the roof holding a sniper aim at me, I knew I was in danger.

I took cover in to the bathroom, I tried to get the door to close but it was not budging quick enough and I knew the sniper had direct aim at this particular area. So I ready myself at the bathtub for who ever dares comes this way. That's when I saw someone walk through. I prepared myself and notice it was a woman with no weapons and she seemed lost. This made no sense to me at all.

I became lucid because of this, all the terror noise stop as the woman eventually melted in to a pool of water. I then found myself in some kind of store with a lot of people walking around. A girl then comes to me and says I look cool and wanted to take a picture. I accept and later walk around in till I woke up.

I keep WILDing up out of the chair I'm napping in. The first few times are kinda like FAs: sort of unaware then becoming more lucid. I begin to WILD on purpose while holding the compliment task in mind.

I stand up, make eye contact with my grandmother, and ask her if I'm dreaming. I don't remember her answer. I do the nose-pinch RC several times before thinking about who to compliment. I consider telling my grandmother that I respect her, but decide to compliment my three year old daughter instead. I turn to her and say enthusiastically, "You're so cute!" I smile at her and she grins big and sits down on the floor, being all silly and wiggly.

Satisfied with completing the task, I decide to go out the front door. I unlock it and open up both the inner door and the glass door before emerging into the bright sunlight. I want to fly, so I attempt to. I get a bit scared and drift back down involuntarily. I try again, going higher, but fall again, faster this time. I hit the ground rather hard, expecting pain but fortunately receiving none.

The sun is setting and I am on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean on one of the main decks in the midst of a milling crowd of people. We're not on top of the ship but there is still a beautiful view through long openings on both sides. I hang out with several different friends from different times of my life at different parts of the boat. We drink at a bar with good drinks and really chill vacation vibes, walk around on the top deck chatting and enjoying the view, and gather in an auditorium for some kind of show we never actually see. My first crush is there most of the time and we have fun flirting cheekily with each other. Sometime during all of this I become semi-lucid and remember the task to compliment someone but never do it.

Later that night when it's pitch black outside and almost everyone is back in their rooms sleeping something goes wrong with the ship. Nothing noticable happens and there are no announcements or warnings, I just somehow know that something has messed up. A feeling of unease comes over me and I enter my crisis state of mind and become focused on doing what I need to to escape.

I enter some sort of emergency hatch on the wall which leads to a small corridor that runs along the outside of the ship's hull. It's some kind of slide system that leads down to where everyone is gathering to deal with the problem. There are small windows that show the blackness outside and there is water rapidly flowing along the floor like a water slide. The walls are white with a horizontal blue stripe near the bottom and little vents and things all along them. I let myself be pushed down the bumpy slide by the current. It isn't very steep so it's not very fast either. The passageway becomes smaller and my uneasiness increases as I reach a corner. The current is stronger now and it pins me against the wall. My foot is resting on a grate in the floor and suddenly becomes burning hot so I move it up against the wall where it immediately gets freezing cold. I attempt to push myself out of the corner and further down the slide.

I'm suddenly lucid due to the building stress and I calm down significantly. I choose to let go of reality, knowing it isn't "real". I kind of "push" with my will and the scene dissipates into smaller and smaller spheres which float up and away from me into the black void.

A bright sunny scene quickly appears around me. I'm in a small yard between the backs of some old brick buildings in a town. The buildings are painted different colors. I'm standing on a low wood platform with partial railing and a narrow boardwalk leading away between the buildings. The grass is overgrown and pretty, having fluffy weeds and vines that cling to the railing. I feel warm.

A knight in full armor is galloping around the outside of the platform on a nondescript brown horse. There is barely room for them. The knight's armor covers their entire body and is bright orange with silver glitter throughout and a seemingly plastic texture.

I recall the compliment task and I say to the knight, "You're so pretty!" I do not recall getting a response. I remember thinking I'd finished the task and that I should wake up. I walk down the sidewalk along a main street and attempt to wake myself using my "sitting up motion while feeling my body with expectation and intent" method. This may or may not have worked; I can't recall because I went back to sleep several times.

Morning of June 22, 2018. Friday.

Dream #: 18,813-02. Reading time: 1 min 23 sec.



The first part of my dream presents a shopping situation in an unfamiliar store. There is significant visual detail in what I am buying, mostly food. After finishing our shopping, Zsuzsanna and I (and our children) walk along what vaguely reminds me of the King Street area in America.

Silas Weir Mitchell, the American character actor, is with us, though my dream self does not recall him as either a celebrity or a character he had played. He is an implied friend.

We approach an intersection, though it seems a challenge to continue. Snow covers an embankment though there is no awareness of winter or being cold. Where the end of the sidewalk joins the curb, one must first go up and over the embankment before crossing the street. I am pushing a shopping cart full of groceries. Silas is helping me, although he soon seems to be annoyed.

Upon going over the embankment, there is a sudden drop of about two stories, with the street far below. I look down and see that Silas has fallen with the trolley, though seems uninjured. There is annoyance at my lack of progress in getting home with our food as the groceries are now strewn on the street far below.

I soon realize it is a dream and that it is the usual vestibular system correlation of the waking process. As a result of this emergence of dream state awareness, I mentally reset it, and immediately, Silas and the shopping cart are back near me on the sidewalk, but I still decide to wake.

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In this dream, Silas is the vestibular system personification, a projected simulacrum of the waking process (which typically comes with an imaginary perception of flying, falling, or rising as a result of not fully discerning the physical body or its orientation while asleep). An intersection is autosymbolism for RAS (reticular activating system) mediation and synaptic gating, that is, the choice to wake or return to dreamless sleep (or attempt to continue the dream).

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I explain this dream type in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15."

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