lucid

17th January 2021

In bed, at about 3 AM whilst trying to fall asleep. During the whole thing I noticed my heart rate was higher than it would normally be at rest. Dialogue as close to original as I can recall and notes are in-line and unbracketed.

Not a dream and conscious with my eyes closed:

I start to think about wanting to be lucid and then wanting to look for the black lizard.

I hear the voice of Data and find myself seeing I'm on the bridge of the Enterprise, the one that's his contemporary. It's a bit clear at first visually. I have encountered Data other times in my head recently. For some reason he seems to encourage my conscious control and mastery of the sub-conscious and wishes to serve me.

Data: "Hello, may I call you captain?"

Me: "Hello. Yes, you may."

Data: "Will you accompany me to the turbolift sir?"

Me: "Yes, why?"

I find my own voice comes out naturally as if it was Picard's; I eventually try to alter this but with little success. Whenever Data speaks, half of it feels like it's being controlled by me, resulting in strange dialogue, but otherwise it feels detached from my ego.

Data: "I'd like to show you to the bridge; the battle bridge; no, the dream bridge."

Me: "The dream bridge?"

The visuals are muddy and too much like as seen in the show for my liking and I try to taste the walls, I try to feel where I'm walking and touching the railings and so on. It doesn't improve the visuals, but there is a feel of being in the place. We get on the turbolift and then find ourselves on a similar version of the bridge we were just in but it has a different feel. I see the large screen and the unmanned bridge.

Data: "Yes sir. The dream bridge will allow you dream control if you so desire."

Me: "How does it work?"

Data: "It allows you to scroll; view, pre-view, select, choose and so on. As in your childhood sir, it works the same way."

I understand what Data is referring to as being my pre-sleep lucid experiences from when I was much younger but this is somewhat different, more elaborate. I have an intuitive feel of how it's going to work but don't fully understand and the unclear visuals make it difficult to manipulate anything. I sit on a version of the captain's chair on this bridge. I feel the chair, just. There is some kind of controllable trackball I instinctively conjure on the right arm of the chair. I try to use and feel it for scrolling.

Me: "If I have any further questions, I will call on you, that will do for now. Goodbye Mr. Data."

Data says goodbye politely and I lose awareness of his presence as if he is completely gone. I try and use what's available to try to look through potential dreams. It doesn't work very well or as I expect. But one scene does pre-view better on the large screen, a M/M themed scene that plays itself out. But from there I don't know how to progress. I try to visualise more but it doesn't really work and visuals in general remained poor or unclear.

The rest of the dialogue recall is too vague now, and I recall calling out to Data a couple of times and he would appear every single time I called him, and disappear whenever we said goodbye to each other. The computer would talk to me as well if I started a sentence by saying "Computer," but for the most part it was useless, probably because of how in the show I perceive the ship's computer as having no intelligence, a feature that Data, even as a character in my head, exhibits very well.

I have found the experience to be somewhat odd; although a lizard character has tried to (aggressively) promote my ego's control and confidence, Data as a character is seemingly trying to promote control and mastery but in a very loose and passive way, allowing me to explore at my own pace for the most part and actively trying to teach me things. I think what has surprised me is the fact that these characters are not at the ego level but they are promoting it and basically siding with the ego.

Data seemingly has loyalty for me as he would indeed for the captain on the Enterprise. For a couple of nights now I have thought about trying to remember what those pre-sleep experiences from my childhood felt like, so this whole thing has felt like a following of that and the theme may be because we've been watching the show again, although this was unexpected.

The rest of the recall is lost but I was awake for a while longer after this.

I am outside this large estate. It's owned by this man who looks like Sherlock Holmes and a large group of servants, friends and family members. I have trespassed on his property or owe him some kind of debt and the only way that I can repay it is to hunt and kill the bear that lives on his property. The property he lives on is very expansive and very detailed for a dreamworld, consisting of rolling open fields and dense clusters of trees with the occasional pond or river running through. Gravel trails and roads cut around his property and his wealthy friends and family ride around on little cars like golf carts.

Regardless my only weapon in the hunt for the bear is a stack of cheese slices. I tried eating some of them but they didn't have any flavor but they were supposed to be my weapon. So I tried very carefully breaking them into the shape of throwing stars instead. I heard something rustling a nearby bush and watched as a large form rushing behind another bush. I started to back away but the "bear" came out. This is the only sequence of the dream that I remember clearly.

It turns out the bear was actually this mike tyson looking fellow with an abnormally large and muscular body and small (average sized) head who was about 8-9 feet tall, and was wearing studded armbands and a fur kilt like a barbarian. It didn't seem to be a play on "bear" as a body type as he had hairless washboard abs and a lot of rather lean muscle. He begins charging me. I throw my cheese slice thorwing stars and they are about as comically ineffective as it would be in real life.

When he gets close he assumes a boxing stance and throws a punch. I pull back. He throws another, and I block it. He's strong but he doesn't have that terrifying strength where simply blocking with my arm breaks it or even hurts that much. But I still want to be careful. He swings at me again and I pull back a ways then start charging him, jump in the air and try to kick him in the face and he ducks out of the way. I pass over him and pull back, primed to kick again. I throw a feint and then an actual kick, connecting to the side of his body which stuns him. He cries uncle and I relent.

The guy then explains to me that he's been trapped on this guy's property and been forced to hunt down people he doesn't like for his amusement. I argue that together we should be able to storm his mansion and bring him to justice, but he doesn't seem interested in revenge. Instead he shifts the conversation to be about his feelings and in turn the mike tyson character turned out to be this big softie.

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Something to do with being in Toronto and there was a green Sharknado with mutant sharks inside of it and lightning. I was at least semi lucid and making note of how detailed the destruction caused by the tornado in the dream was.

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Something to do with being in Florida with my father and some other assorted family members vacationing.

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I got lucid and started flying through space at massively FTL speeds, arriving in a binary star system and landing on the moon of a gas giant where I meet Marcus. The planet has purple skies and lakes and large rock towers and mesas scattered about. The vegetation comprised of tall palm trees with paddle like leaves and small grass with nodules on the end. The plants all have jet black leaves with an odd oily sheen to them when viewed from certain angles can look like a dark bluish green or reddish purple.

An alien lifeform approaches me. Its body is slightly larger than a human head, and looks something like an exposed brain but made of a hard material like bone. It has 3 compound eyes in an inverted triangle and two long limbs with hands hanging below its body, and two shorter limbs which also have hands. On the sides of its body are dark purple fleshy organs, two to each side and an organ that beats very rapidly like a heart. There is a bioluminescent patterning across its body which is very visible in the dim light of the forest.

Marcus is there, in his robotic form, and explains that these are member of an alien race that we would call the Ta'grool. He goes on to explain that they have the levels of intelligence and societal development of early humans. The organ on the side stops beating so rapidly and the creature lands, using its longer set of limbs to stand.

Marcus goes on to explain that on this planet, many creatures have evolved an organ which functions as a lung, heart, and thruster system, and that is how these aliens are able to fly. (He gave this organ a name but I don't remember it). He explained how rings of muscle create a pumping action that forces air through the organ fast enough to create some measure of thrust. Enough that a lighter creature can hover for a short time. Since the organ also functions as their heart and lung it feeds oxygen through rapidly to sustain this intensive activity, and the oxygen doesn't have to travel far to get to the muscles which do the pumping.

I asked him why he was introducing me to this alien. He returns simply by responding how life is fascinating to him.

11-01-21

1) Hopefully no one in the dream group was at the swimming pool this time...

At the swimming pool, well, either getting ready to get in or I just had gotten out. I'm hanging around one of the changing rooms waiting for someone to come out, it reminds me of the swimming pool we had in junior school. I'm standing there and realize I am totally in the nude - (seems like I forgot to put my swimming costume on) so I do the thing kids do at school and tuck my bits in between my legs, and stand there for about 2 seconds before realizing I'm a 38 year old dude and not a kid! ha ha, so I quickly get a towel (which happens to be on top of a table I'm standing next to) and wrap it around my waist. As I stand there waiting I figure I could play a prank and jump out at the person, so I crawl underneath the table and wait. I'm in a kind of awkward position and feel my bowl groan, and all of a sudden I ... well I do a poo on the floor. I'm horrified, everyone in the room is looking at me in disgust, I apologize over and over, telling them I will clean it up and run out looking for something to clean the mess up with.

2) I drift into the dream, lucid, I fly over a city looking and start calling out for '7', I can't find her, this is becoming frustrating, I feel the dream close so I just try to keep it open for as long as possible. **time missing** I'm sitting with a bunch of friends, dreamers, we're discussing an artifact that one of them has. It has the power to grant wishes - you kind of put it next to your bed when you sleep. It's the Tasmanian Devil (from the WB cartoon) holding a yellow submarine. It's very funny and interesting. We are discussing that we now have 2 artifacts, one deals with space (Taz) and the other deals with time - I can't quite recall exactly what it is, but one of the dreamers have it, and I 'think' it may have been related to the dark fog that @stranger' told me about in a dream the night before (dark fog = time? or maybe it was dark fog = space and taz=time?) I start to wake, and shake it off, I'm gonna make the most of this time. I look at the taz again, but now it's a small bird of prey - like a kestrel. I go to pet it and it attacks me. I think in the dream this artifact turns into a bird, and the guy with the bird/Taz tells me it's the reason why he has it, because nobody else will look after it! He's been looking after it for years apparently. The bird lunges at me again, starts scratching and clawing at me, I wake up now.

I'm home and there are two pets there. It's our cat and Kajsa has a really big rat with an alien like face. I pet it a bit and I'm a bit afraid that it might bite me with it's teeth that are sticking out from its mouth. We're at an animal park and the big rat is jumping between big logs. We're in S and William and Kajsa are playing by a pool table. Mom and Monica are taking a swim in the sea and mom has an instrument tool on her phone that can detect how much energy your splash has when you jump into the water. Monica get a certain level. I try to beat her but mom says that I'm not near Monica's splash level. I'm walking by the waters with Therese and William. I do my RC and it doesn't work at first. I'm pretty certain it's a dream so I try again and it works. I grab Williams hand and fly away but he doesn't come with me. I fly to the waters and try to relax. Therese was able to fly and she is flying in front of me. She grabs me with her legs and she's leading the way.

I'm in a big house with Albin. He is leading the way. I see another door and an old friend of mine from church is waving at me, telling me to come. I try to join him but Albin says that we haven't got all day and that I need to hurry. I decide to go with Albin. We reach the upper floor and there is some kind of congression of teenagers there. Some kind of political movie is being played but Albin is playing some kind of game on his phone. I watch him playing and another friend of mine comes too. We talk some.

I'm in some kind of big room with waves of enemies coming. We fight them. I think smart and decide to go where the enemies come from. I take them out before they are able to enter and the other wave from the other side of the room (some old feminists) are asking me where their companions are. I tell them triumphantly that I took them down before they even got into the room. The ones I took down are waiting by a window and showing themselves to their companions just to show them that they are allright.

Notes: Really nice flying I got going again. Hope I can keep it up at least twice a week.

Meditated for 20 minutes during WBTB then set an intention to remember to become lucid. I was walking in my elementary school parking lot when I realized I was dreaming. Some time passed and I was fighting Thanos in my first grade class room. I got some good shots in but to say he was as strong as the Incredible Hulk is an understatement.

Take away here is that I am going to give Prospective Memory(MILD) some more chances in trying to lucid dream.

I haven't been lucid at a long time since my bad sleep habits during holidays. I slept well this night and did my mantra.

I'm in church and there are a lot of chairs in a circle in the primary room. I feel out of place and almost lay down on a chair with my feet at some other girl's knees. I don't notice it at first but I feel embarrased when I notice that she has my feet in her knee. She starts to touch them and I feel comforted.

I'm in a school canteen and pick some food up on my plate. William is also there.

I wake up by an alarm but go to sleep again. I have this lucid dream.

I'm in my room and there are three frisbees in different colors and a ball. I do my RC and it doesn't trigger lucidity. I walk to the window and throw a ball out. There is some weird transition in my vision and I gain some lucidity. I do my RC and succeed after some fails. I open the window and I am about to fly out. I feel a bit worried that it is not a dream but jump out and fly away. My flying is very controlled but I don't feel that much sensations. I fly behind the house and spot a dog. I fly against it and pick it up as I fly away. It's a light brown dog about 20 kg. I don't remember more.

I just did WBTB. The dream started out with me floating 30,000 feet above this city. I imagined that I had a parachute on and I began falling through the rapidly and tumbling. I remembered that imagining yourself falling can be a good way to relax into sleep paralysis but this wasn't what I had in mind. When I was 10 feet away from the ground, my speed slowly abruptly and I gently smacked the ground. I got up and looked around, lucid, and noticed I was in a field not too far away from my elementary school. It was late evening, just a few minutes after sundown and starry.

My elementary school or school in general has been a recurring dream element for the past year. Should probably start using it as a reality check.

I hadn't had a lucid dream in quite a while, which was starting to worry me. But this time I was finally successful.

I'm lying in bed, remembering a previous dream from earlier in the night, when I doze off, lucid from the start. I saw a crow, perched in front of me so I could see his glossy black feathers. I gently stroked down his back, concentrating on how it felt to touch him. Crows are supposed to be very intelligent. I wonder if he would have something to day to me, but instead he hopped up onto my shoulder. Noting the feel of his talons digging lightly into my shoulder, I moved on.

I found myself in the Magic Kingdom. On my left was the facade for It's A Small World, and on my right was a bar. (A bar, in the Magic Kingdom? Walt would flip out.) I took a seat at the end of the bar, noting the Formica bar top that felt a little cheap, and the pegboard backing where the wall should be. Somehow, I found myself sitting across from my friend Dave. I want to know what he has to say to me. He starts out with, "My wife and I…" but trails off as I wait with expectation.

The scene shifts and I'm walking down a set of stairs, the crow still on my shoulder, occasionally nipping at my earlobe. I ask the crow again if he has something to tell me, and all he said was, "Caw caw m*th*rf*ck*r."

At the bottom of the stairs is a train platform, but this is Disney World, so there's a monorail instead of a train. Dave, the crow, and I step onto the monorail. Now I'm in the break room at work. A coworker hands me a gift-wrapped box. I peel off the wrapping and lift off the top, but instead of a gift, what pops out is a jack-in-the-box. Dave reappears, and I ask if he has something to tell me. He says, ""Look, you know how to do this." Good advice, I realize. And then I wake up.

Morning of December 23, 2020. Wednesday.

Dream #: 19,728-03/02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min 45 sec.

This entry includes two unrelated dream narratives. The first integrates somatosensory phasing (as a result of sleep atonia with liminal finger movement associations while sleeping), and the second, the usual vestibular phasing.

In my first dream, its setting is not only of typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity but also ambiguously underwater yet not underwater. I am simultaneously sitting at the bottom of a lake, in a room, an outdoor area above water, and a large aquarium. Even so, it does not feel like I am underwater other than when I press my face into a vertical wall of suspended water under the “lake.” I am sitting on a couch. (The floor is like the bottom of a lake but with a living room feel.)

A few people are making a video. There is an unrelated event where two crayfish are fighting. I place my hand near them, and they move apart. There is a buzzing sensation in my fingers. They come back to fight and move about several times.

I am playfully sarcastic regarding the video the others are making. I press my face into a wall of water. When I speak, my voice only makes gurgling sounds. I can vividly feel the water on my nose and mouth. I am recording my “speaking” for the others to use in their video.

In my offset dream, predictable vestibular phasing brings about the usual liminal navigation of floating and flying. An actor is performing for others. On stage right, I perform some unusual dancing as he speaks. I soon float several feet into the air to hover for several seconds each time. As I slowly fly, my awareness becomes more vivid. I feel cheerful, and my activity is effortless (as the result of vestibular system correlation, a non-symbolic fundamental physiological effect of navigating the dream state).

The scene in my first dream comes from the annoying gurgling in numerous videos I have seen recently in waking life, even on mainstream media. Their talking becomes so incoherent with the gurgling effect I often cannot discern most of the words. This attribute is from noise removal settings being too high. I would rather hear background noise than be unable to understand what they are saying.

Somatosensory phasing relating to water denizens is typically in dreams near the middle of my sleep cycle, and in this case, the process precedes the vestibular phasing, making it more vivid and effortless. There were recent dreams with a giant walking squid (Gezora), my hand transforming into a starfish, the sleep atonia causation regarding my arms as two ghostly octopus tentacles phasing from out of a tabletop, and many more.

I'm having a pleasant trip in the woods with Signe. I know I'm dreaming and we talk about how we are dreaming together. I think about something that made sense in the dream and tells Signe that we are not sharing this dream. I tell her that she has to experience the exact same dream as I have done in order for this to be a mutual dream. I tell her that this is my dream and that she has to have the same dream for this to work. We keep on walking and jump down a steep cliff and enter a castle where some bad guys are.

I'm laying in my bed and know it's a dream. I try to walk up but my vision goes dark. I have a struggle to stabilize the dream and tell myself that it's only a dream but I end up waking up.

I'm in my bed. I know it's a dream and I hold in an iPad. I go to YT and check some videos out. There are some people dancing in a video.

#547

I wasn't sleeping well and eventually fell into lucidity. I vaguely recall being is some unstable dream environment and became aware. It went straight into OBE mode but DEILD and WILD have been my focus lately. It was realt OBE because there were some fake vibrations and a too quick exit into an unfamiliar place. For some reason it reminds me of my brothers house. None of it matters because as usually I'm just really happy to be lucidity. I should I'm "LUCID DREAMING BABY!." I pause for a moment wondering if I said that in my sleep because I can still hear my wife's snoring while I'm dreaming. I try no to think about that too much and decide I want to phase out the window. Its really solid at first and for half a second I question if I am really dreaming. Nonsense. I push harder and the glass stretches and I pop through. Unfortunately I I find myself back at the start of the dream. I rush forward back to the window again, pop through and come right back to the start. I decide I'm not supposed to go outside so I explore the house. All the rooms are empty and everything get really glitchY. I shout again, "IM LUCID DREAMING BABY". Then it all goes to black and I wake up.

12/20/20

Lucid fragments

I am laying in bed and G pops her head around the corner and asks me if we have a t-shirt with the word NASA on it. Cause someone is here who wants it back. I know immediately this is a dream and tell her no one is here because I am dreaming. I nosepinch and affirm it.

Several times I start to wake up and partially open my eyes to see my bedroom and re-enter the dream with a nosepinch.

One of the times I pop back into a bedroom which is larger than my own and I gather I am in a large house. There is a girl in the room who looks like Amanda Seyfried who is fawning for me. I understand I am not supposed to be there and her father is in the house looking for me. So I wander through some rooms and find myself in a large walk-in closet, the dream starts to collapse several times so I rub my hands together to bring it back. I am in the closet so I reach out to feel the clothes hanging up to get a tactile sensation making the dream more anchored. I notice there is a makeup vanity set up in the corner of the dark walk in closet. She slips in the closet and kisses me a few times as her father draws nearer, she then walks out to distract him while I hide in the large dark closet.

Starting to wake up again I nosepinch and re-enter another dream. I am in my bedroom again and there are 2 random people in the room. I know this isn't real because I'm quarantined and don't have company. They disappear and I sit up to start talking to the dream. I say 'I am aware I am dreaming', I nosepinch again and the dream gets clearer. Everything is very bright crisp and the layout to my room is slightly different than IWL. I say out loud 'I know I am dreaming right now, I am listening, show me what I need to see' I look around and partially notice a couple attachable lamps/mini electric devices hanging from my bed frame. I say again, 'I am listening, show me' and suddenly the two devices light up with life and begin buzzing around my head like small single propeller drones. One of them hovers inches from my face looking directly at me. I am cautious in the first instant but immediately calm myself acknowledging this is the dream communicating with me.

It is a white plastic device which has a rounded cone end like the tip of a rocket and buzzing propeller blades which keep it aloft. I calmly watch it for a few seconds while the second one buzzes around to the right of me. I say 'Hello, show me what I need to know' it hovers bouncing inches from my face for almost 30 seconds with no indication of changing. I repeat again, 'I am watching, show me' I feel the dream start to collapse but maintain the awareness by feeling the sheets in my hands without changing my vision. It flies over to the second one on the right of me. I look down my bed and see the two of them circling each other like small bats in flight. They are pointing towards my stack of books at the foot of my bed, flying towards them then away in a "Look here" type manner. The dream fades and I awake in my dark bedroom.

Note: there are ~50 books stacked against my bookcase at the foot of my bed from a library sale last year, perhaps my answer is in here?

How is everybody using their lucid dreaming practice during this pandemic? I have recently come up with a plan of action consisting of three steps:

1. Visit the world of Minecraft by plunging into the telly screen while my son plays the game.

2. Visit and explore Saturn's moon Titan and fly towards the Milky Way galaxy centre.

3. Summon Dean, a wise 'cave caretaker' I met in a previous lucid dream.

Here is the first lucid dream I had since writing down this plan:

Date: 17/12/2020
Method of entry: dream consciousness
Bedtime: 1am
Awakening: 6.45am
Return to bed: 7am
Awakening: 8.25am
Attempt: successful
Phase experience: Libby and Beano

REM sleep having returned to bed around 7am is characterised by vivid dreaming displaying cues about the illusory nature of my experience: moving house during a pandemic (never); smoking (I quit months ago); being excited about finding a couple of bags of cannabis on the floor (I'm done with its recreational use); organising a housewarming (out of my mind in a silly dream state).

I go to bed (mattress on the floor) with my wife in this strange new house. I hear footsteps and my youngest son opens the bedroom door to say he's not feeling well and needs a day off school. 'What's the matter?' I say while I get up to examine him. 'My back hurts', he replies. His back reveals a strange bruise and I send him back to bed. Beyond the room, I see my eldest son go to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. At the end of the hallway (abode now resembling the one in waking life), Kayci, his girlfriend, has the front door open and she's having a cigarette. I walk towards the entrance to look at the morning view outside, expecting to see the spacious, public lawn which is shared by many neighbours but typically deserted at dawn, only to discover my false awakening situation.

I'm shocked to find a vast park replete with people noisily congregating, and the colossal industrial buildings in the background clearly defying the logic of being remote from commercial areas and living by a river in waking life. 'Is this a lucid dream?' I ask Kayci. 'Yes.'

I push my right hand through the door jamb and watch my limb being engulfed up to my elbow by the wood with barely any resistance. I notice my former neighbour Libby in the bustling park, beckoning to me in her typically risqué manner whenever she had a reefer to share. As her mischievously grinning form wiggles her long index fingernail, I realise the risk of being lured into an ordinary dream state.

I run through the crowd in the opposite direction to beckoning Libby, desperately trying to remember the plan of action I had only just written down prior to bedtime. I frantically run and leap, annoyed that I can't remember one single step of the plan, and partially disturbed at the prospect of a premature collapse of the phase state. I could ask Libby for mnemonic clues, but she vanished, and a demented life-size Beano-like character is chasing me around this crazy playground. I find him very distracting and I feel like it would be impossible to reason with him.

I wake up, content and slightly annoyed, with white noise petering out in my head. I make notes to remind myself to rehearse the plan of action in imagination prior to the next attempt and that in lucid dreams, control is attainable. The Libby and Beano simulations would have bent to my will.

---Looking back now, I wonder if 'Beano' was actually a representation of the memory of the first step in my plan of action (visiting Minecraft). What I found distracting might have been, quite literally, the memory 'coming to me'. In hindsight, Beano looked like something out of Minecraft. I think I made a mistake by inadvertently avoiding what I really wanted.

I'm with William and Diego. We lay down in a room and go to sleep. I enter a new dream and William is there too. I know it's a dream and walk around. I wake up in the last dream and suspect that William and I shared the same dream earlier.

I'm with dad and my cousin Jonathan Å. He talks about how he is newly examed and works as a business man. My dad and he talks a lot.

Notes: I haven't thought about or seen Jonathan for a long time.

Night of December 17, 2020. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,722-18. Reading time: 2 min 12 sec.



In my dream, I become aware of being in an unfamiliar house. I am looking through a doorway where a young girl sits at a desk in a smaller room, writing. (I am standing near the center of a mostly featureless room.) A little bird is on her desk, having left its cage. I am somewhat surprised that cerebral phasing (and its personification) is still active. Ordinarily, the Naiad factor (melatonin mediation) has occupied this part of my sleep cycle’s timeline for over 50 years. (She is not a Naiad though she does mention mines, suggesting caves, in the outcome of the narrative.)

I slowly become aware of the silhouettes of about six birds. They are peregrine falcons and owls flying around in the foreground, about two feet in front of me in the same room. There is significant energy that increases over time.

After an intriguing sustained hypnotic focus on this shadowy rustling and atypical energy for this stage, the girl turns to tell me, “Take them to the mines.” I know it means to prepare to enter a deeper sleep to decrease vestibular phasing and myoclonic anticipation.

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How to understand the reasons for dream content:

Can ultradian rhythm, sleep dynamics, and the time of my dream be determined solely by content? Yes, in this instance, it most certainly can. Here is why:

Firstly, “take them to the mines,” preconsciously commands going to a dark place underground. In other words, it anticipates my liminal thoughts of entering deeper sleep near the beginning of my sleep cycle. (I am typically aware of the causes of my dreams while I am navigating them. It is not “intepretation” to already comprehend what is occurring.) References to caves in anticipation of entering (or returning to) deeper sleep have been a regular feature in my dreams for over 50 years.

Because the peregrine falcons and owls are somewhat restless and in the foreground, as a result of predominant vestibular phasing (implying it will take longer to succumb to sleep atonia), the cerebral phasing personification (the girl at her desk) increases to bring attention to the process; thus the cerebral phasing (and reasoning ability) is also at a higher level than usual. Birds also often anticipate myoclonus while sleeping, though in this case, the residual vestibular phasing does not result in myoclonus.

Why is my anticipation of slow-wave sleep compensated for here in associating it with mines? It is because of experiencing sleep apnea recently. The girl says, “Take them to the mines.” Despite the peregrine falcons and owls indicating restless residual vestibular phasing, a subliminal reference to canaries in coal mines for detecting harmful gases is a factor. It is associated with not being able to breathe while sleeping. Despite subliminally anticipating sleep apnea in this instance, I otherwise rarely experience it.

My dreams often include literal references to sleeping or dreaming because I am always aware (on one of three fundamental levels; instinctual, liminal, or lucid) when navigating dream space (and duality).

My dream’s partial influence is the print “El sueño de la razón produce monstruos” (“The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters”) by Francisco Goya. However, the foundation stems from “Young Girl Writing at Her Desk with Birds” by Henriette Browne. There was no perception of uneasiness despite the inference of the Goya print.

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