memorable

I had a very vivid dream last night that I was riding on a float in our town's Christmas Parade with our local community theater group.

I was not planning on being on a float in the parade since I was working on the parade and handling logistics. I was walking around checking out all of the floats in the queue when someone with the community theater group asked if I could get on their float since they were missing a few people.

On the float, they were acting out different scenes from the Christmas Story Movie to promote the play we have every December that follows the move plot. I was asked to play the kid who got his tongue stuck the flag pole at school. I was flailing my arms and moving my upper body around acting like I was stuck. During the parade route, I remember looking around to see my friends who were watching the parade. I remember many taking a double take when we went by since they knew I do not normally act, and I was on the float acting that my tongue was stuck to the flag pole.

Not sure why I had this dream, but ride on the float and details of the parade route/crowd were both very vivid and exactly how I remember both from prior parades.

I was semi-lucid throughout the dream. I was kindof aware it was a dream, but it was basically a layer two. Most of the dream was spent with me walking circles around an fps map with a gun that could auto-aim as long as you're pointed in their general direction. There was only one opponent at the time so I didn't really get any action. I eventually found myself in a central point of the map where several people were gathered. The scene shifted as I was now in some sort of 2 story home with several tables about and people of all sorts waiting for some event to begin. I used telekinesis to break some glass and shift about some plates and cups off the tables, causing general destruction. The physics were all weird, so things were hard to move and they didn't fly very far. Sometimes they'd just slowly drift in the air. Some people were disturbed, but most people were just bothered that I kept making a mess. One old lady was different. She had a look on her face like something wasn't right. She recognized that this isn't how reality is meant to be at all. She asked me what was going on with her hand. She had a ring wrapped around her middle knuckle, fused into her hand. I told her she must be dreaming and that she would be able to control the dream if she realizes that fact. I then go downstairs to leave the home and as I get near the door someone on the floor grips my ankle and I can no longer drift away. As I look around I notice a full blown yonko from one piece ready to attack me while I'm trapped. I manage to make it outside with them chasing me. I start making slow progress into the air to escape, but I'm still dragged down by something. Unsure if it was the person who was still holding me or something else. I then noticed two more yonko appear as well as these enormous versions of the same yonko appear on the horizon. These things were unbelievably tall. Like bigger than any mountain you'd ever see tall. I kept getting beat into the air by the yonko as they took turns smacking me with their full might. They then all hit at once and I flew straight through one of the giant yonko and left a hole in them as I woke up.

Which yonko they were idk, but I'd assume big mom first; then big mom, kaido, and blackbeard. This whole last scene from the moment the old lady asked me what was going on until the dream ended only lasted about 38 seconds, or at least that was the final thought I had as I woke up.

Dream Fragment:

I was at my old home or some version of it. I was at the entrance hall and it was a bit dark but still daytime, suggesting it was the time just before sunset. H was there, but H looked like this actress from a TV show instead. She was crouched up in the middle of the room, in front of the dark stained wardrobe and I crouched next to H and started to cuddle, giving her a kiss and feeling how different her body was compared to what I should remember.

There is a transition and I'm outside, it's daytime but probably more around noon now. I remember walking by a few places that were altered from how they should be, namely D's building and its entrance. There were quite a few people there and I remember making small talk for some reason, but no idea what about.

I kept wandering the streets of my home town and eventually after going through a few streets that don't exist and a wall turning into an open street, I started to become sort of pre-lucid and gained some dream-control, not consciously thinking about it. There was a square or plaza of some kind, surrounded by short two or three story buildings, as expected, and people were just going about their business. But I wanted to feel alone and solemn in this place for some reason, so I snapped my fingers and most of them disappeared. A woman and her young boy didn't.

I snapped again, wanting rid of her from the scene. She wouldn't go. She walked up to me and started becoming antagonistic and asking why I wanted her to go. I didn't explain myself (perhaps I didn't know why either) and I eventually conceded and said "fine, if you won't leave, then I will", so I walked away across the plaza and into a small tunnel lit with fluorescent lights and as I did, she paced up quickly behind me, pushing me against a corner, hurting me, and twisting my right arm and gripping my bottom.

She said something that I can't remember word for word, which basically summed up to be about how I often am careless with caressing and cuddling H (making me cause pain by complete accident), and despite the pain she was inflicting on purpose, I laughed at its irony. In that moment, I felt a dire need to go to the bathroom, and I falsely woke up, then getting up from bed and going to the bathroom, and just as I sat on the toilet, I was in bed again, as if that was only imagined, but the urge to use the bathroom was suddenly gone.

Then I woke up truly and double checked how I felt, realising it was all just very realistic dream sensation.

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Some notes:

• This dream wasn't particularly vivid in terms of visual clarity but the physical sensations were quite strong overall.
• The woman who wouldn't go was some sort of anima manifestation. Often it isn't so antagonistic but her look was distinct from previous appearances, mostly marked by her shoulder-long hair being black this time. Her face was more chiselled, too. It was simply a more raw and aggressive look in general; ironically enough, what I would expect from my home region.
• Though I had some dream control, it was completely non-lucid. I could feel myself having some sort of pre-lucid thoughts but they didn't rise up enough for me to start gaining lucidity.
• The woman's young boy reminded me of myself when I was younger, but his role in the dream seemed to be minimal. He seemed to be there pretty much just to characterise the woman as a mother, as he pretty much just went off playing in the street without a care for what was happening.

I had a new dream last night involving riding between my mom and my sister. In this dream, it was June 1998, the summer after my freshman year in college when I was 19 years old. In this dream, my mom borrowed my uncles 1980’s white Mazda pickup truck so we could go to Home Depot to get a new grill for our dad for Father’s Day. The dream was very vivid.

When the dream starts, we are getting ready to leave the house to go to Home Depot. When mom sees that I am ready to go, she suggests that I go on out and get in the truck. She reminds me that I will be riding in the middle since it is an even day and my sister has chosen to sit by the window. I try to argue with mom about this since my sister is younger and shorter than me and could get by in the middle better. I tell mom that I will just follow them in my Jeep, but she says that she really wants the 3 of us ride together in the truck. I look outside and see the truck is also parked behind my Jeep and know I am stuck riding in the middle of the truck since it is blocking my Jeep in.

When mom again asks me to go on out to the truck, I reluctantly walk outside and towards to small white Mazda pick-up that is parked behind my Jeep in the driveway.

When I get to the passenger side door, I open it and take a seat on the light brown vinyl bench seat. I close the door and then slowly slide over to the middle seat where I will have the sit. It is a summer day and the vinyl seat is kind of hot of my legs. The middle seat is really uncomfortable since I have to put my feet on a hump and straddle the stick shift while my knees bump against the a/c controls. Since I am by myself in the truck, I decide to move back to the passenger seat since there is no point sitting in the middle when I am in the truck by myself. I go ahead and buckle the shoulder belt hoping my sister will just climb over me and get in the middle if I am already in the passenger seat. After a minute of two in the truck, in noticed that the cab stinks and is starting to get hot so I turn the brown cranks to roll down the windows. Soon fresh air is coming in cooling off the cab and making things smell better.

After I have been waiting in the truck about 5 minutes, I see my sister walking out of the house and towards the truck. She is wearing a white graphic t-shit, light blue bell bottom jeans, and tan wedge sandals. When she gets to the passenger side door and opens it up and tells me to scoot over because I am riding in the middle. I reluctantly undo my seat belt and move again to the uncomfortable middle seat. She suggests I go ahead and buckle-up. I tell her I will buckle when mom get in. She reminds me that I need to go ahead and buckle before she gets in since she will be sitting over my buckle. I reluctantly put the brown lap belt around my waist and then my sister gets into the passenger seat beside me. I have to lean towards the driver’s seat so that my sister can get her seatbelt in the buckle.

While we wait for mom, we are wedged-up against each other. My feet are both on the brown hump in the middle with my knees bumping up against the a/c controls and my legs straddling the stick shift. Not long after she gets in, she also notices the cab smells bad. I am now noticing the strong smell of her vanilla body spray and her breath which stinks. My nose is now being tortured between the smell of the cab, my sisters body spray, and her breath.

I am not enjoying waiting for mom. My sister keeps invading my space, putting her head on my shoulder, smiling at me, and breathing in my face. I cannot get away from her and just want mom to come on out so we can get to Home Depot and back home.

Mom finally is locking-up the house about 15-20 minutes after my sister got in the truck. She opens the driver’s side door and sits down in the empty driver’s seat. As soon as she is in her seat and has closed her door her body is wedge-up against my left side like my sister is wedged up against my right. I am officially squished between them with no personal space. As mom is putting the key in the ignition, she also comments that something smells bad. I tell her the truck smelled when I got in. While she is talking, I notice her breath is worse than my sisters.

It takes mom a few minutes of turning the key and pumping on the accelerator before she gets the truck started. One it starts, she reaches for the shifter between my legs and shifts it to reverse.

The drive to Home Depot lasts about 15 minutes and is not very pleasant. I am wedged between my mom and sister with no personal space. I can smell their breath whenever they talk and sometimes my sister is putting her head on my shoulder because she knows it annoys me. I just hope that no-one I know will see my riding between my mom and sister in my uncles’ crappy old truck.

When we are parked at Home Depot, my sister opens the passenger side door and she and then I get out of the truck. It feels great to finally have some personal space again. As we are walking through the parking lot, mom tells me I should check my shoe because it looks like I stepped in something. I look get to a traffic island and see that I have stepped in a big pile of dog poop and that is what I was smelling in the truck. I spend a few minutes trying to clean my shoe on the gravel in the traffic island and then head into Home Depot and meet-up with my mom and sister in front of the grills.

By the time I get to them, they have already picked-out the grill they want to get for him. There is another gill I think dad would like better, but they have already made their mind up and overrule me. We wait a while for an employee to come and get the large box for the grill we want down form an upper shelf and then put it on a flat shopping cart. I want to go look around, but mom wants me to stay with them so we will be ready to leave once we get the grill.

Once the grill is on the shopping cart, we wait for a while in the check-out line since the store is crowded. Again, I want to look around, but mom wants me to stay with them. We finally get checked out and then leave the store and head back towards the truck.

Once we get back to the truck, it takes both me and my sister to get the grill from the flat orange shopping cart to the bed of the truck. When we have it loaded, I see that mom has already unlocked and opened the passenger side door. I offer to take the cart back to the store, but mom says she will handle since I need to get in the truck first since I am in the middle. My sister is ready to get in and so I have to go ahead and get in the truck and slide over to the middle seat. As soon as I am buckled, she gets into the passenger seat and closed the door. I am thankful that the truck doesn’t smell as bad as it did earlier, and I did not track any dog poop into it.

My sister and I have to wait for a few minutes because mom sees some she knows and is talking to them. I am thankful it is not someone I recognize. While we wait for mom, my sister is invading my space again and breathing in my face.

Mom eventually gets in and gets the truck started after just a few cranks. The drive back is as unpleasant as the ride over was with both of them invading my space and breathing in my face. On the way home, mom stops at a gas station because she wants to return the truck to my uncle with a full tank. I offer to get out and pump the gas but end up being stuck waiting in the truck with my sister because she doesn’t want to get out. We have to wait for around 10 minutes while mom pumps the gas and then goes in to pay and my sister keeps putting her head on my shoulder again and breathing in my face. When mom gets back in, the truck starts right up, and we drive back home.

When we get back home, my sister and I have to get the grill out of the back of the truck and then carry it to my dads’ workshop in the back yard while mom gets a sheet to cover it with. The grill is heavy, and we have to stop and take a few breaks between the truck and the tool shed.

The dream ends when I get back to the house and lay down on the couch in the family room to watch TV. I am very happy to finally have my own space and not be stuck between them.

I've been having a somewhat better dream recall average than I normally would, but haven't been taking note of dreams enough and my last DJ here was ages ago now. This is a particularly memorable dream fragment from this week.

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Dream Fragment:

First half is missing.

Was in my home city, or some altered version of it. It was day time and I was heading home on foot; there was a fluid transition to my arrival home but I've forgotten the detail of it, and when I got there it was dark at that point. My dad was in his car and approached me and told me to get in the car so we could go somewhere (for a meal or something?) - I was a bit reluctant, I was feeling in pain and really tired; mom was sat at the back with one of my brothers (T) and one of my cousins (R) was sat at the front, so I sat next to mom.

Dad started driving and very shortly after, we were going through some surreal highway that I've seen in some other dream fairly recently; surrounded by cliffs and 10-story buildings on top of the cliffs. It then turned into a rock and dirt road and there were dark abysses either side of the road, with more cliffs in the distance. I was a bit apprehensive too, but mom was starting to get quite worried and told dad, in the same way as I ever expect.

He reassured her with a smile, saying: "It's fine, I've driven on these roads loads of times!". Very shortly after he said that, we went over a bump in the road, but there was nothing on the other side. The car fell straight into one of those abysses, none of us seemingly very concerned by this, plunging into water at the bottom.

At first we didn't try to get out; I remember thinking "Well it doesn't really matter" but eventually we all got out and swam up. When we got to the surface of the water, some sort of root-like things descended toward us and took us to a sort of rocky area under a much bigger floating mass of rock.

At the centre of this area there was some sort of little shop. I remember going in and seeing all these small 4:3 CRT TV screens, each one no bigger than my head, sat on shelves, almost perfectly spaced apart. Each one of the screens had a landscape view in it, like a live feed, but not much was going on in any of them. It was a colourful shelf to look at.

As I walked along this narrow path between these big metal shelves with the TVs, something caught my attention on top of one shelf. A moonstone, but not as bright and vivid or even opalescent like one I actually have in reality. The gem was pale and sort of a sepia or cream colour but it was still slightly translucent as expected. What was odd about it was that it was encrusted with some sort of gold filigree and small golden spheres.

Start to remember less detail at this point. I remember dad went off his own way and so did my sibling and cousin. Mom stayed with me and we went outside, where it was still dark, although the direct area around wherever we went was always seemingly lit. More like the darkness was a fog made of black.

I remember seeing some bones or dead plants and noticing the floor was particularly arid. Eventually we found some building thing, which was very square. It had a brand new kitchen I think, but apart from that it was mostly just dark corridors. I don't remember anything after that point.

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A note:

I remember that in the dream the surreal landscapes felt familiar but out of place. Although I did not get anywhere near being lucid, I've had more of these moments lately where I'll have pre-lucid thoughts or recognition of a feature from a past dream.

I really just wanted to sleep and didn't want to do anything else. I had gotten up out of my bed because I knew I had to deal with a lot of stuff in waking life and just decided to forget about it for now. I went back in my bed and fell asleep. I found myself experiencing images flashing and soon I was able to walk around with in the darkness. There still was no dream but I was able to start using my dream body.

However I eventually lost awareness of myself in the darkness because nothing was happening and no image would remain solid. I eventually enter a dream non-lucid. In the dream I found myself at a grocery store and I was on top of a shelf of can goods. A cashier woman saw me up and there and before I knew it she was tapping me on my shoulder. I turn around to face her but she wasn't behind me and was now on the side that I had previously turned from. I turn again but she had moved to the opposite direction again.

She then pushed me to the shelf, making me completely laying on it on my front side only. And started to put pressure on my back side. This began to hurt to the point of where I became lucid. I didn't know what she was trying to do but I got my hand and was trying to sway it around to signal her to stop. Massaging was definitely not her best job. It didn't work though, so I had tried to switch the dream to a different scene. Instead images kept floating around and eventually I just lost lucidity again with in the darkness.

One image did finally arrive and solidify itself with in the pending darkness. Once it did, I regain lucidity instantly like a bad habit. I remember this image from earlier I said, now it was a dream. I began moving around and saw the other grocery store that I tried to enter. I waited in line with other people as I observe the environment. The place was beginning to darken, I tried to cut in line and see what they had in some places. I went through a few rooms to see people partying and couches being place around.

The grocery store had now became a place of run down party. With a lot of people either eating or drinking while dancing. Some guy shove my arm and I told him to stop bothering me and went about my business. I then notice the dream getting too dark and realize I was returning back to the complete blackness that awaited me. I decided I was going to hold on to my consciousness as long as I could as I grew tired of constantly going in and out of awareness. I also tired to rub my hands together to stabilize the dream but it was too late.

I was in total darkness now and something different happen this time as I held on as much as I could. I felt my consciousness zip out from the darkness like a vortex, it made this swooshing sound as it sent me back to my body in bed. The pressure felt quite intense, I wasn't sure what happened or if I was awake in my bed now in waking life.

But something felt very different. My body felt way lighter and I felt stuck. As I tried to move it felt like I was ripping out of another body. My arm was like half stuck in it, I still had my eyes close but felt the immediate urge to open them. As I did it was like seeing from another eye as I could faintly see my room from where I was laying down. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not but I all of a sudden I realize I couldn't breathe. I was trying to breathe but nothing was happening. I began to panic and this made me lose my focus and woke up in the same position I was previously in at my bed.

Last night I had a new dream that involved my grandads old 1983 Plymouth Reliant. This is the same car where all the dreams took place where I was riding in the middle of the front seat between my mom and my sister and my mom couldn't get the car to start.

I think this also took place in spring of 1994 when I was 15 and had my learners permit and the car was parked in our driveway.

In this dream, I decided I would go out and start the Reliant and drive it up and down my parents long driveway some to give the battery a charge.

I first went and grabbed the keys out of the drawer in the chest by our back door where my parents kept all of our keys. I then went outside and unlocked the drivers side door to the tan reliant and then sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat. When I put the key in the ignition, it made the same buzzing sound that I always hear in the recurring dream I keep having. I go ahead and close the drivers side door to make sure I do not have anything unnecessary draining batter power incase the batter has gotten weak. I then turn the key and the car starts right up without any trouble. I see all of the red lights on the dash illuminated and hear the buzzing sound. The lights quickly go out and the buzzing stops when I put on my seatbelt.

I then turn the radio to my favorite station, and then put the car in reverse and back it up until I am almost to the street at the end of our driveway. When I get to the end, I put it back in drive and drive it to the other end of the driveway near our house. For the next 15-20 minutes, I am driving the Reliant from one end of the driveway to the other while listening to the radio. I feel a certain sense of freedom know that in a few months I will have my drivers license and can drive myself where I want when I want.

I eventually park the car back by our house, turn it off, lock the door, and then go back into the house.

In this dream, I do not see anyone else unlike the other dream I keep having where my mom and sister are both in it.

This weekend, I was leading a retreat for the rest of the leadership team for an large event that I will be running this summer. We were staying in a hotel that was in an old art deco building downtown in a city a few hours away. I was staying in the penthouse suite where we held our meeting and planning sessions.

I had a dream last night where the rest of the team and I were opening the windows and walking on the ledges outside which were 17 stories over the street. We walked all the way around the outside of the building and then we scaled the building and climbed up to the roof before repelling back down to the 17th floor where my suite was. I vividly recall a strong wind, hearing the traffic on the street below, and seeing the other buildings downtown light-up as the sun set and we went from late afternoon to night. I do not have any recollection of why we decided to climb out to the ledge and then scale the building to the roof, but all of the details were very vidid and when I woke-up, I actually go of out bed and checked all of the windows to see if we really did go out of the roof. All windows were latched, so i guess it was all a very vivid dream.

Date of Dream: FRI 3 JAN - 2020



Dream No. 637 - The Driveway Stand Off

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at my house and my family was preparing for all these people to come over as my high school were going to hold some sort of memorial mass service at my house. As other people were setting up, including Mr. O’N, I had a quick look at all the pamphlets and saw who was supposed to be doing what at the mass and all the people that were going to be speaking at different parts. There were lots of people that had good roles but I felt upset because I felt like the only one wasn’t given any part to participate in.

People then started to arrive from the house and it was a complete mixture from all stages of my high school and current life. Someone I specifically remember was JSc who came in the high school winter uniform, but in the new one, where as in real life, she was in school when they still had the old shirts and ties. I myself was also wearing the new winter uniform like they had in my last two years. There were also some teachers present. Even though Ms. L is deceased in real life, she seemed to make an occasional appearance but was somewhat transparent and she was wearing a white top.

That wasn’t all though; there were also these people coming to my house that I know via the internet from the United States. They seemed to be mostly voice actors but some other industry professionals came as well. MA Jr. was in the crowd but I felt a somewhat broken and empty connection with him and like it wasn’t worth talking to him because he wasn’t going to talk to me even if I tried. Later on I saw Edward (Ed) B in the same crowd knew I had potential for interaction with him, but I realised I had to resist as I felt the professionals didn’t really pay attention to the people that ‘didn’t matter’. Everyone in this ‘professional league’ were wearing the exact same outfit, like they had a uniform. It was a black shirt and pants with a bright red blazer on top.

I headed downstairs and when I had entered into my driveway, I noticed my deceased grandfather approaching me from the street. Just like Ms. L, he was human but also slightly transparent, but he was wearing dark clothes. Also, he his face was all scrunched up with his mouth partially open and he was giving these really low bass tone growls as he got closer and closer to me. Before he could even get close enough to me, I felt my heart racing and in a sense, I almost felt sick. I kept pacing around, trying to keep away from him as I cried out for Ed.

I thought Ed was going to ignore me but I was surprised to see that he had walked up from behind and was going to confront my deceased grandfather. The dream camera now seemed to give a far angled third person shot where Ed was standing tall and staring my deceased grandfather in the eye, pointing towards the street, his mouth moving as if he as telling my deceased grandfather to leave; the dream did not have Ed talking.

My deceased grandfather seemed to still be growling but as Ed would take a step closer to him, he would slowly back away; they continued their stand-off down the driveway. Eventually, my deceased grandfather walked back up the court from where he came and Ed just stood at the edge of the driveway, watching and making sure he went far away and would not come back. Once my deceased grandfather was gone, I was filled with this sense of peace and accomplishment as I just stared up at Ed’s back. The dream ended there.



Dream No. 637
Dream Guide: EBo
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: WED 1 JAN - 2020



Dream No. 636 - Private Apartment Complex

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, my university friend RV was over at my house and we were currently in my bedroom. I made a suggestion to her about going to the Glen Shopping Centre and that’s when the scene changed. However, I was at the shopping centre by myself. Some parts of it looked it does in real life and other parts of it looked different. I had in mind that I wanted to get McDonalds; at times the dream made me think I was getting it for breakfast and at other times, for an early dinner instead.

I strayed aside from the main shopping corridor and I seemed to enter some sort of luxe looking foyer of an apartment complex. The room was round and in the centre was a set of spiral stairs, on the edge of the room a block of elevators, leading to a set of what seemed like exclusive, private apartments. The dream camera then shifted, for a few seconds, to the entry door on the upper floor. It was a frosted door and it had a sign on it saying “MFF 2019” which a small picture of a clipart dog on it. The dream camera then showed some of the people lingering inside the room, I knew it was the large group of ‘American furries’ that Edward (Ed) B was also involved in.

This is the first out of two instances in the dream that I was in the little green (more light spearmint-green) round foyer. It kind of felt like I was just inspecting the space and seeing what was in there. A bit later on, I was back in the main part of the shopping centre, still by myself again though, and now I decided to have a look at some of the fashion stores that were around. Items in the stores seemed to be way fancier and of much better quality that what they sell in real life.

Later on in the dream, I seemed to be going back towards the apartment foyer area. The dream camera showed a sub-scene of one of my high school teachers, Ms. K, locking up the place. There was this energy coming from her, that she was like the custodian of the complex. But then it wasn’t just a lock up for the night. It seemed to be a lock-up because people were no longer allowed to visit the apartments for some sort of privacy reasons. There was even a sign on the elevators, above chains crossed over the doors, saying that the MFF 2019 members would have access to a different set of elevators that were somewhere in the depths of the lobby corridors. The entry to the stairs was also chained.

Then the dream scene went back to me, entering into the foyer again. I seemed to be confused; I didn’t know what was going on but then when I was in the foyer, I saw and noticed that they were no longer allowing anyone else except residents. I was now very slow, anxious and fidgety, walking around the foyer, hoping that I wouldn’t be caught out by Ms. K; for the whole scene, I felt as if I had done something wrong.

At one point, I walk nearly to the end of the circle and I look sideways, seeing a door to a common room on the same floor. I see Ms. K in the doorway but her back is turned and my heart starts pounding, yet I couldn’t move, I stood still, frozen and shaking. I then also noticed that Ed was sitting towards the doorway, so he was a bit closer to me than Ms. K, Ed was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with a light grey cap. I was also scared that if Ed turned around, he would get angry at me and something bad would happen.

Ed’s head slowly started turning and just like I was with Ms. K, I was scared for my life. He then actually got up off the ground but as that was happening, there seemed to be a complete surge of different energy coming from Ed. Although I should not have been in the foyer, he seemed to understand and know that my intention was not on purpose. So rather than being told to leave like I initially expected, Ed gently put an arm around me and slowly walked me out, his disposition and energy telling me to be at peace and carry on with my time at the shops rather than getting upset. The last scene of the dream showed me and RV walking around the shops and finally getting our McDonalds with a small packet of fries in my hands. The dream then ended.



Dream No. 636
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: MON 9 DEC - 2019



Dream No. 634 - Choosing A Wedding Outfit

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was in a completely unknown area. I couldn’t make sense of what was going on specifically at the start. It’s when I saw a few people around in fancy clothes that I realised there was some wedding that was about to take place in the grand foyer of what looked to be like an exhibit building. There were familiar faces I can remember as well, including Elsie Lovelock (a singer from Hazbin Hotel) who was wearing some sort of white-gold dress, as well as my high school friend CF who was wearing a dark pink dress; half way between hot pink and plum.

Elsie looked like she was generally showing off, whereas CF seemed to have this energy towards me, without saying anything, that she wasn’t my friend in this dream, like she didn’t care about me or even want to associate with me. The fact is that I was not wearing clothes that were suitable for the wedding and so looking at Elsie and CF was a huge discouragement for me. I then also came across EBo and he wasn’t wearing suitable clothing either (he was just in his daggy casual wear) but he had a stone cold look on his face, like he knew I was going to approach him for help but he didn’t want to hear one bit of it.

Just then, my dad came up to me and said that ‘Dreamy EBo’ was willing to take me to find a suitable wedding outfit. He added that Dreamy EBo would take me via room 68, 69, 71 or 72. As my dad was saying this, the dream camera showed a foyer with four elevators in it; two on each side. So I realised that 68, 69, 71 and 72 must have been the elevators, whereas room 70, which was not mentioned, must have been the small sub-foyer. The result of this dream would be multi-functional with Dreamy EBo taking me for a wedding outfit but also elevator practise at the same time.

As my dad finished describing what would happen, I felt a large hand on my back and it was the exact same energy as EBo, only I could see EBo still standing in the distance and looking cold and unwelcoming, so through the process of elimination, this was believed to be Dreamy EBo himself. As my dad now got left behind and Dreamy EBo escorted me towards the elevators, I woke up.



Dream No. 634
Dream Guide: Dreamy EBo
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: WED 4 DEC - 2019



Dream No. 633 - The Tall People's Parade

I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my local shopping centre close to home. I was walking around the Reject Shop when the scene seemed to go into a sub-scene, although it was still playing in first-person mode. There were all these people, stretched out to be really tall, walking down this area that was like a railed balcony, somewhere high up near the ceiling of the shopping centre. They all seemed to be spaced apart and proceeded in an orderly fashion towards the escalator going down to my level.

Within that line of people, there seemed to be a few familiar faces. One of the first people in the procession I can remember looked like CP, a fellow primary-schoolmate that passed away in 2015 in real life. There was someone further down the line and I thought to myself, “this person reminds me of 18-Volt”, although he didn’t look like the game version of 18-Volt. He looked even more realistic than in his Game and Wario portrayal. In this scene, his attire wasn’t clear yet.

However, the dream went back to me being in the Reject Shop, and the person that reminded me of 18-Volt came walking into the store; I soon realised that this was 18-Volt. He had realistic human flesh and had brown hair (lighter than usual) that fizzled into a skinny upper ponytail. His face had a squarish shape and he didn’t seem to be wearing any glasses. His clothing was a mid-blue tracksuit jacket with light grey tracksuit pants. Despite a fairly different appearance this time, the radiation of 18-Volt’s familiar energy made me feel comfortable immediately.

There was a problem though, and this was that 18-Volt was ridiculously tall. I told the dream to compress him to be shorter, and this ended up actually happening; I saw him start to shrink downwards. At one point though, he became too short, so I gave a specific description to the dream that I should be just below his shoulder in regards to height. The dream put me right up against him and seemed to slow down to emphasise the height correcting itself once and for all.

He didn’t talk at all in this dream, but he had an extremely pleasant disposition throughout the whole dream. I was shown walking towards him again and this time, we hugged each other. He then put his hand on my back and escorted me out of the store but that’s when things in the shopping centre started to get weird. In-fact, the main atmosphere of the shopping centre now felt dark and somewhat scary. There were two sets of escalators near each other and it also felt like the lights were off and there was this sort of cold, grey mist lingering around.

Some of the escalators were not working and so there didn’t seem to be anyway that we could get down to leave the shopping centre. 18-Volt signalled to me that it would be a good idea to attempt to help me with the elevator again. As we got close, he put his arm around me and tried to steady me as the doors opened. I was really nervous like in real life though and didn’t want to step in; yet 18-Volt’s aura seemed to encourage me and there was no sense of pressure coming from him.

As I was extremely nervous, I never went in and the doors had shut after a while. Although 18-Volt still looked pleasant and warm, his aura was now one of disappointment as he slowly escorted me away. I can’t remember what else happened in this dream.



Dream No. 633
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: WED 23 OCT - 2019



Dream No. 631 - You Can Use A Dream Guide

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in the car park of Wheelers Hill Shopping Centre with my family. One of my mum’s friend’s JA entered the scene but I forgot what she was doing specifically. She wasn’t nasty in any way but she was behaving a weird and somewhat uncomfortable manner. I noticed that she was doing something in the black 4-wheel drive that the family was using in this dream.

I then looked towards the entrance of Woolworths and noticed a glowing pink love heart hovering in-front of the door. This glowing pink love-heart meant that a dream guide could easily be summoned, so I took this opportunity. When I got close enough, Dreamy WB automatically appeared, though I ended up politely saying to the dream that I wanted 18-Volt. Dreamy WB walked off and then this energy prompted me to walk closer to Woolworths.

18-Volt appeared in the entrance walkway of the supermarket from a visible field of energy; he was in his complete Warioware Gold appearance. However, despite his cartoon appearance, the cotton on his tracksuit jacket and pants were realistic. 18-Volt opened his arms and prompted me to lean into him for a hug; we ended up hugging for a really long time, for what felt like a few good minutes. He then picked me up and carried me back to the car and JA to help me with the original task I was supposed to do. I don’t remember what happened for the rest of this dream or where the family were.



Dream No. 631
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB & 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: WED 9 OCT - 2019



Dream No. 629 - The Outdoor Ghost Train

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my dad, brother and I were in the dining room of our old house and seemed like we were chatting about some place we were going to go to, something that we were going to do. The next scene I can remember is that we ended up on what was a supposed ghost train but it was outdoors and it took different forms in different environments.

The first environment was what felt like the creek-side track near my current house. I forgot the form of the vehicle in this part but there were actually real ghosts that started to appear and the energy I was feeling was very negative, I was uneasy throughout the entire ride. As the dream progressed, some of the forms were weird. For the second stage of the ghost ride, the vehicle split up and transformed into small rafts that would go up this channel of extremely blue looking water. I forgot what the scary parts here were but I know I had to try to stay on the raft and not fall off.

At this stage of the dream, I felt like I didn’t want to be on the ghost train anymore. To express this further, the dream had changed scenes. It was pitch black at night and I was walking down Gladstone Road. Even though I wasn’t on the ghost train in this scene, I was still very distressed and was crying out for 18-Volt as I continued to slowly progress down the hill. He wasn’t coming for a while but I kept calling as I was desperate to be heard.

Eventually 18-Volt appeared but as it was so dark, I couldn’t see him. Rather, I felt his energy around and then he came and effortlessly picked me up. Though in this dream, he was carrying me in a different way than usual. He was standing sideways, facing the road and he had his arms out in-front of him. If a person did this in real life, I’d likely fall straight through them, but I was staying on 18-Volt with no problems, with the weight of his two arms only, like two perches, supporting me like a bench.

Now that I was on 18-Volt, my distress had gone and I was completely relaxed. In-fact so relaxed that I felt like leaning into him. I ended up leaning the side of my head into 18-Volt’s lower face but something about him felt rough and bristly, he had facial hair? Perhaps 18-Volt’s energy was there but it was the body of someone else, he didn’t speak in this dream and so I wouldn’t know. 18-Volt slowly carried me down the hill as I just contemplated life.

The scene then went back to the ghost ride and now it was the third stage of the trip, where it was actually one big train. In this part, there was also a train conductor but she was a really nasty person. There was an announcement by another staff member, who resembled Andy from The Block 2019, that we were going to receive Christmas cards from Santa but the things he was going to say about us were negative. He then handed out the Christmas cards to each of us and there was a really long message of hurtful and spiteful comments from Santa.

My first thought was “how does he even know our name?”. It’s like the Andy guy could read my thoughts, he came up to me and reminded us that we filled in a form at the start that had our names on it. After a few minutes, it seemed like a spell had worn off as the card had actually turned into a positive message. Though as soon as the message became positive, the staff came around to take the card off us; they were satisfied in making us feel miserable and didn’t want happiness on this ghost train ride.

There were now prominently ghosts appearing again and I was screaming really loudly. In-fact, no one else was screaming, they were all quiet, but then there was me who was constantly squealing. The conductor came around and told me to stop screaming, violently threatening me. In a panic, I asked how could I stop screaming when everything is so scary. She didn’t react well and rather kept yelling at me.

The fourth and last stage of the ghost ride was to scale a cliff. The train broke up into small vehicles again and transformed into some sort of cliff-side elevator. It was odd though because I was holding my phone in my hand but at the same time, I had to hold onto an area of the elevator that would transform into the handle grip. At some stages, I thought I was going to drop my phone but I successfully managed. I forgot what the scary things were for this part of the ride.

The ghost ride then reached the middle-point stop (yes, we had to go back as well). It ended up being some aged-care centre. There were all these residents sitting at multiple round tables and now my whole family were there, chatting and laughing with them. It was me, my dad, my brother, my mum, her friend CD, and CD’s other friend. We were there for a while but I forgot everything that we did there.

For the next scene, we were in a car, the six of us, driving somewhere, the awareness was there that we still had to go back on the ghost train but I wasn’t going to have that. In-fact, there were 10 people, including us, that I had to think of way to get out of going back on the ghost train. I came up with a solution, I was going to call the dream guides to take us home. I told those in the car to have faith in me as I stuck my head out the window and made an announcement like a school officer over a PA. I announced something like “Could Dreamy WB, 18-Volt and Murray please come and take each person home?”.

It was a longer message but I forgot what exactly. There were three of them and ten of us, with each being able to carry two at a time. So I figured that Dreamy WB and 18-Volt would have to do two trips. I could feel the energy of all three of them increasing to enter into the scene, also with 18-Volt feeling like he’d be in the correct body this time, but before they appeared, the dream ended.



Dream No. 629
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

I have tired to use Lucid Dreaming on the dream about being in my grandads old Reliant with my sister and mom.

The first night I tried it was Tuesday (01/07). The dream started out as always with my waiting in the car by myself buckled to the middle of the front seat with my sister then getting in and sitting down in the window seat not long after. In all of the previous dreams, my sister and I have spent at least 20-30 minutes in the car before my mom surfaces from the house. In this dream, my sister was trying to start a conversation with me a few minutes after she got in and her breath smelled really bad like it always does. I kept trying to tune her out and ignore her, but I just couldn't avoid smelling her breath. Finally, I had enough and reached to honk the horn on the steering wheel to let my mom know that I had been waiting long enough and she need to come out of the house and get in the car. I kept honking until she finally got the hint and came out of the house. Rather than getting in the car, she spent several minutes working in her garden in the back yard and then walked right by the car again and went back into the house. My sister and I had to wait for another 30 minutes before my mom finally came back out. While we were waiting, my sister keep getting in my face telling me it was my fault we were having to wait so long because I honked the horn. I was forced to smell her breath because she was coming into my space to make sure I knew she was not happy. I thought about trying to get out of the car to get away from her, but the drivers side door was locked and I couldn't unfasten the seatbelt because my sisters leg was blocking the buckle. When mom finally came back out and got in the car, the first thing she did was to get after me about honking the horn. This was the first dream where I ever noticed her breath and it was just as bad as my sisters when she was telling me how rude and disrespectful it was that I did that and she was hurt and would be really embarrassed if neighbors heard it. When my mom started trying to get the car started, it was the longest I can ever remember that part of the dream lasting. She got out at least 3 times to look under the hood and try to figure out why it wasn't starting. If I had woken-up a little later, I wonder if she would have given-up and I would have gotten out of the car.

I tried Lucid Dreaming again last night (Wednesday 01/08). The dream started as I always does, but this time I noticed the car smelled really bad which I had never noticed before. After my sister had gotten in and closed the door, she also commented that something smelled although her breath smelled worse than the car when she talked. We waited in the car for the usual 20-30 minutes before mom came out of the house. My sister tried to carry on a conversation a few times and I kept ignoring her because I did not want to have to smell her breath when she talked. Unlike last night, she stayed in her space the entire time we were waiting like she normally does so it was easier to ignore her and tune her out. After mom got in, closed her door, and was adjusting the mirrors she noticed something smelled bad and asked me and my sister if one of us had maybe stepped in poo. We both denied it and I wasn't that worried since I hadn't been in the grass. As always, the car didn't want to start any my mom started to try pumping the accelerator after a few cranks. This didn't do any good, but she kept pumping the accelerator and turning the key and I kept hoping that the car would start up on the next crank, but the red lights kept lighting up and I kept hearing the buzzing sound rather than the engine running. While mom was pumping on the accelerator before trying another crank, her foot slipped out of her clog and she leaned her head down to put it back on. When she did this, she noticed that there was poo on my shoe. While mom continued to keep trying to get the car stated, my sister opened her door and got out and then I unbuckled from the middle seat and got out of the car to clean my shoe. I woke-up from the dream while I was in the back yard cleaning my shoe and could hear mom still trying to start the car while I was doing this. I don't know what ended-up happening with the car, but this was the first time ever in the dream that I was not buckled to the middle seat.