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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.

Date of Dream: TUE 17 SEP - 2019



Dream No. 625 - Separated Sections

Dream 625 A - Don't Leave Me
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at some sort of weird looking Bunnings. Though it was night time, I was in the store and it was fully lit, so it didn’t look scary, yet just weirdly deserted. Yet there were a lot of people that I knew in there, mainly people from my high school. I was talking to teachers such as Mr. H, Mrs. Ken., and Mr. Bl, but seemingly not in a good way. The interactions seemed somewhat hostile and there was a feeling like I was at fault for what was going on.

I forgot what the exact encounter was but the problem had prompted me to call a dream guide. I snuck away from the crowd so they wouldn’t notice and went outside, calling for Dreamy WB this time. I ended up calling her by her alternate name quite a bit, calling out for “Miss T” as I wondered around in the dark, trying to see where from and when she would be coming. At the same time, I had to be wary that no one else was around because for the time being, everyone was a dangerous presence.

Eventually, I noticed Dreamy WB coming from down the street. In this dream, she had her hair out in an afro but it was only shoulder length and the colour was brown rather than black. She was wearing a plain white short-sleeved t-shirt with black culottes and black heeled sandals. She looked very youthful and beautiful in this dream. As she came up to me, she gave me a lengthy hug and this really warm, comforting energy was felt, as if she was acting like a second mum in this scene, only with no rules and no bad temper; she was constantly smiling.

I thought Dreamy WB was going to talk to all the nasty people in the building but then she was hinting to me that she wasn’t it, apparently somebody else was coming. Dreamy WB released me from her embrace and left me to stand on my own to witness the next entrance, there was a gleam in her eyes as she looked excited as to what was to come; and she must have known that I would be overjoyed with what was to come as well.

Now the energy is centred around me independently. I looked down the street again and saw 18-Volt approaching, indeed I was excited and it felt like I had butterflies. He was in his realistic Game & Wario appearance but then he also had a cartoon feel to him as well; he was wearing his green jacket and pants, 3D glasses as well, but no headphones; he also held this constant, closed-mouth smile. When he got right to me, he opened his arms and invited me to him for a hug which felt like it lasted for a few minutes. There was this energy coming from him like he missed me a lot from not seeing each other for a few weeks.

Once 18-Volt had released me from the hug, he prompted me to go back to Dreamy WB who constantly had her arm around me. I wondered what was going on and apparently they had prearranged that it would be 18-Volt talking to the supposed bad guys. The people started to trickle out of the building as they finally caught onto what was going on. I knew I was at fault but for some reason in this dream, I wanted to keep that hidden.

Firstly, 18-Volt approached Mr. Bl confidently; I couldn’t here what Mr. Bl was saying but 18-Volt could be heard saying, “Nope, it wasn’t her”, “you can ask all you like”, “it wasn’t her”, “nope”, “nope”, “nope”; they must have been bickering with each other and 18-Volt kept dismissing him. Not much else was shown but 18-Volt did speak to other people as well to try and cover up what I had supposedly done.

Once 18-Volt was done and returned, Dreamy WB released me again and both 18-Volt and Dreamy WB walked down the street to leave the scene. As this was happening, I noticed half way down the street that 18-Volt’s eyes started to turn weird through his glasses. It felt as if the dream was re-possessing him so I would lose access to my dream guides; he looked scary and somewhat sinister. I was scared and so I screamed for them to come back. As much I screamed, 18-Volt did not look back and rather was being led by the dream.

18-Volt was gone but Dreamy WB was still walking off although she too had gotten possessed. I was now screaming louder than before and crying for Dreamy WB to “come back!”; the urgency in my voice like I knew I was going to lose her, like a relative dying. At the very last minute, Dreamy WB had turned around and the possessive energy lifted off her. She glared at me from a distance, she knew I was in distress but she didn’t know why. She walked back towards me to see what was wrong.

As she put an arm around me again, I told her exactly how I was feeling and that I was scared as I leaned into her and hugged her. She calmed me down and vowed that she wouldn’t leave me. She then said that she was going to make sure I got home safely. The dream camera then zoomed in on us and I seemed to be playing with her hair, examining the parting of her afro. I forgot how she escorted me home, but I do know it was a method of non-foot transport.

It was now day time and both she and I were in my drive way. I ended up playing with her hair again but this time, her afro was wrongly parted and I so couldn’t see her face. As careful as I was with moving her hair, it would not part correctly. After fiddling with her hair for a bit, the dream ended.

Dream 625 B - Longer Than I Thought
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was taking a 3 hour long bike ride down Wellington Road. I discovered that 18-Volt lived very close to my house, his address was supposedly 7 Reyers Road (it’s not real; I’d never include an address if it existed in real life). Although my mum was wondering why it would take me three hours to get there when in real life, it would take about ten minutes to go the same distance in a car. I woke up when I was half way down Wellington Road.



Dream 625 A
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB & 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Dream 625 B
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: FRI 23 AUG - 2019



Dream No. 624 - Recruits For The Project

I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, there was something going down in this cross between a school but also a university institute. The character planning the seemingly odd event was Fawful from the Mario and Luigi RPG series but it only showed a snippet of his character and then the rest was just a conscious thought.

For the remainer of the dream, I was doing as much as I could to recruit people for the task but I was seemingly unaware that Fawful was behind this and that he had any ulterior motives. There was one scene where my grandma from my dad’s side was setting up the area in this large room where some of us would be sleeping; it was as if she was officially working at the place as one of Fawful’s team. She had put the pillow upright for me but then I noticed that she had put a pillow next to my area, but seemingly upside down and on the foot area. I realised that this was for 18-Volt (whom I have not seen in dreams for months). Oddly though, my head would be next to 18-Volt’s feet if this was the case.

I went outside the building with the supposed knowledge that I was in the ‘Prep’ grade. When I was outside, it was claiming to be the grounds of Deakin University, where I caught a glimpse of AD, UD -> UU, and their mum and dad walking towards me. They didn’t say anything though and were rather passing by. After watching them walk off into the distance, I wondered if I would bump into WB but that didn’t seem to be the case for any more of the scene. The main purpose from this scene onwards though was to actively look for 18-Volt.

I had gone off the grounds and into this unknown area, just off the supposed border of Deakin. It was there that I emphasised the appearance of 18-Volt. The dream was literally constructing a character from scratch and so I went through every step. I told the dream that he had brown skin and black hair and that he also has blue glasses. The skin colour and facial features were accurate but the hair was not. It was black that it seemed to be more of smooth and slick tie, which didn’t look right for him.

I suggested to the dream that his hair was braided, as I was trying to get 18-Volt into his realistic, African-American appearance. The dream listened and took the idea of braiding as clumping sections of his hair together. Once the holographic image was constructed, 18-Volt actually physically faded into the scene. His appearance was accurate but he was wearing different clothes. He was wearing what seemed to be a male equivalent of my high school winter uniform. He wore a fawn shirt; a navy blue collared blazer, smoky blue dress pants and brown shoes. The dream also made his skin look flawless and he himself very youthful, like he was actually 18 for once.

After giving me a brief hug, he spoke to me but I forgot what he said; he was asking me questions about what we were to do back at the building. He then walked back with me; although he was not seen to be touching me, the dream seemed to give me the physical illusion as if he was, like I could feel his arm around me as I was making my way back.

I seemed to get ahead of 18-Volt and the sensation was no longer there. I was lost and so was trying to find a way to get back to our area. I entered what seemed to be the attic of the massive house and there was SP from my primary school. She was friendly in this dream whereas in real life, she was a bully. When I spoke to her, she informed me that she was in the fourth grade division and that for me and 18-Volt to get back to prep, we had to jump down the balcony to head downstairs.

18-Volt had then come up behind me again, catching up, and this time, he offered me his hand. After making gestures as so to prepare me for the drop and instructing me on what to do, he tightened his grip on my hand and jumped off the ledge with me; we were now back down in our area.

After checking out the area, 18-Volt followed me into the common dining room, suggesting that we have something to eat. There seemed to be allocations for each seat and so I was slightly concerned, there was supposed to be one person in between me and 18-Volt, yet no one else was in the room. As this was the case, I explained that this allocation was for the university workshops and because no one was around, 18-Volt and I just sat next to each other and started taking some food from the plate, which was just a small bread roll and butter. 18-Volt started to have a friendly talk about things but I forgot what it was again. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream No. 624
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: WED 10 JUL - 2019



Dream No. 619 - Two Cowards Of A Feather

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I seemed to be at this beach-side area in the middle of the night, talking to this guy that owned a restaurant complex. Though to me, this didn’t look like a restaurant complex. The guy mentioned that in order to exit, I had to go down some sort of elevator. As always, I couldn’t do this due to my phobia and so I called out for 18-Volt as I needed help.

18-Volt came in his realistic Game and Wario appearance but this time, he wore a white jacket with yellow stripes, along with matching white tracksuit pants. He hugged me and then walked me up to the elevators. Though when we got close enough to them, 18-Volt actually cowered out himself and backed away. He kept disappearing and then reappearing a few times, but whenever he reappeared, he hugged me again. He and I didn’t end up going down the elevator and the dream scene changed.

It was still night time but he was now carrying me along the beach. Then the scene changed again and I was now sitting on a beach-side cliff with my dad. I can’t remember anything about this dream.



Dream No. 619
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: WED 26 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 616 - A Different Looking Old Volt

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my family were talking about some sort of medical test that my brother had to get done. My mum said that if the results came back positive, he would have to go to this recovery clinic in Queensland and spend 40 days there. We were all dreading the event but I could tell that my mum was dreading it the worst. At some parts in the dream, it looked as if she almost wanted to cry because we weren’t going to be able to see my brother for a very long time.

Later on, I was still in the house but by myself. As I approached the front room, I saw an old man in there, but he had the exact same gritting smile as the Warioware Gold version of 18-Volt, just with short grey hair, white skin, and wearing a dark blue jumper and jeans. In-fact, he was giving off an energy as if this was actually 18-Volt himself. He was approaching me to hug me but I stopped him. I yelled out to the dream that I wanted to see him in his true African form, and the dream listened and he changed immediately. The hair was still an issue though but after I asked for his “braids”, he got his default, dark hair colour and style with the upper tie.

Once the transformation was finished, he was in his realistic Game & Wario appearance, although he was wearing the same clothes from before, just a short sleeved t-shirt though, and his hair seemed to be straightened. Though he seemed to have a more serious disposition about him now, I came towards him standing in-front of the TV and he put his arms around me for what felt like almost half a minute, it was a really long time. However, when he released me, I still wanted more and so I attempted to go in for a second hug. As I hugged him, his hair seemed to bend in a weird way which I can’t describe. Eventually though, the angle was successful and we ended up enjoying another hug.

The dream scene that changed and I was in some sort of parking lot. 18-Volt wasn’t in the car with me though and so I started calling out for Dreamy WB to help me instead. She unleashed some sort of unique power on various things but ended up missing sometimes. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream No. 616
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB & 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SUN 23 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 615 - Separated Sections

Dream 615 A - Hard To Choose My Lunch
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I seemed to be in the area of my old primary. There was Edward (Ed) B as well; what he was doing exactly was a mystery but it looked like he was providing some sort of training for a certain thing. I wasn’t directly in the scene but I seemed to be on Facebook Messenger and so therefore I was somehow participating in the scene; it was odd as Messenger didn’t function the same way it does in real life. It acted as a live screening program and showed Ed looking serious but also faintly smiling as he was listening to other people’s questions but also seemingly mine even though I wasn’t speaking.

The next dream scene was a sudden transition, or at least, I do not remember the transition. I was now at The Glen Shopping Centre with my brother. He only had one hour for lunch in between his work and so we were trying to find something to eat. This was difficult though as I didn’t know what I wanted and there wasn’t much time. My mum ended up being in the food-court as well but I forgot what she did; I think she helped suggest what I should get; though she sounded neither helpful or spiteful; it was a weird vibe.

The last main scene was playing on Discord, I as a person wasn’t shown at all. I was apparently checking the MNW Discord server after I had woken up from sleep. People had typed things and I noticed that someone had left a “like” reaction over the texts; when I hovered over the icon, I found out that it was none other than Ed himself (EddyB). Though I was cut to notice that he left it on everybody elses’ but mine. I decided to scroll up to see if anything had happened on my past comments and indeed there was one there; I was now overjoyed. Then when I scrolled down, a like had immediately appeared on my newest comment also from Ed.

At the end, there was just a small scene where I seemed to be back in the shopping centre but not with anyone else. There were heaps of elevators around but I thought to myself that I didn’t feel able to go in one yet unless I had someone bigger than me with me. I was trying to visualise 18-Volt, who in the visualisation was wearing a brown short-sleeved t-shirt and denim jeans, holding me. Then the dream truly ended.

Dream 615 B - Terrible Winds
I can’t remember the entirety of this dream. From where I can remember, I was on the grounds of my local primary school again. I was carrying this pink plastic bag around but the weather was really bad outside, skies were dark grey and the wind, a really cold wind, was blowing really harshly. For some reason, I was really freaking out in the weather and was trying to stop the bag from blowing away or if it did, I would anticipate something terrible happening. It now felt like I was in the Twister scene of the Wizard of Oz, although there was no twister around; the bag was being dislodged from my hands.

And soon enough it was. I watched the bag being carried by the wind into the dark and devious sky. I had a feeling like I had let this litter go into the atmosphere but now there was also an extra scary feeling about this dream, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I was extremely scared and in a mode of panic, feeling like I was in some sort of danger, I needed help. I called out but this time, I seemed to be calling out for E----- (Ed) B although he is not a dream guide. I was yelling over the deafening wind, with my hair flying everywhere, “B----! B----!”, he still couldn’t hear me, I yelled again, “E----- B----!”. I paused every now and then, trying to keep the hair out of my face, but kept going until there were results.

EBo had walked into the dream from the lower part of the school and looked like he knew what he was doing. He came straight up to me, saying nothing at all but rather picking me up effortlessly as if he were a substitute for 18-Volt in this instance. This time, he was wearing a red t-shirt with a beige cap, black tracksuits and a pair of runners. I was still terrified by the surrounding weather and so was shaking as I attempted to nudge as close to EBo as possible. Now I was no longer affected by the wind but could still here its extremely loud roar.

18-Volt also then entered the dream and now it was like 18-Volt was portraying Mario and EBo was portraying Luigi. I was looking over at 18-Volt like I wanted to go to him but at the same time, I didn’t want to move as I was comfortable on EBo. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream 615 A
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

Dream 615 B
Dream Guide: EBo
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: THU 13 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 614 - Not A Familiar Shopping Centre

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was on the road in my mum’s car and I was planning to take myself to The Glen Shopping Centre to get some McDonald's for breakfast. Usually, in real life, I’d have to tell my mum everywhere I was going but this didn’t seem to be a problem to me in the dream. I turned back around from The Glen though as the intersection to get there was really messy and I couldn’t work it out.

I ended up driving back towards Brandon Park Shopping Centre and that’s where I was going to get my McDonald’s from instead. As I was driving past, I noticed something odd as the shopping centre looked bigger than it does in real life. I soon realise that the dream had added an entire cinema complex to it where as this didn’t exist in real life. There were also sights of some weird restaurants in some unusual locations, both inside and outside. I noticed that my mum and grandma were already walking around the shopping centre and examining the area.

The dream then showed my brother and I across the road in-front of the dentist house. Without me calling, 18-Volt appeared in his realistic Game and Wario appearance while also wearing his green tracksuits and white shoes. He maintained a pleasant closed-mouth smile as he took my brother and I by the hand and walked us across the road. Once we had crossed the road though, I seemed to be by myself again, not knowing where my brother went either. However, I could still feel a sense of 18-Volt’s energy left over, which made me feel good after crossing the road and as if he was looking after us like his own children.

Into the shopping centre I went to check out all the weird placements of things myself. On the top floor, I noticed that there were heaps of elevators around and this made me feel uneasy. I avoided this though and went towards the stairs. As I was going down the stairs, they felt narrow to me and as if only one person could be on each step at a time. I was thinking to myself that they needed to be a bit wider if 18-Volt was to be able to walk next to me. I was then in the food court and noticed that McDonalds was selling popcorn chicken which is what KFC usually sells in real life. I then thought that because of this, KFC would likely be selling a higher quality of chicken than it normally does.

The dream changed scenes and I was in a complex full of elevators again. This time though, 18-Volt’s energy seemed to be really strong again which was a suggestion that he would be ready to help me with elevator practise again soon. The dream then ended.



Dream No. 614
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SUN 9 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 612 - A Grieving Guide

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in some completely unknown building and was trying to find a way out of it. At the same time, I was trying to summon Dreamy WB in the hope that she could help me find my way out. The dream was not co-operating and she was not appearing at all. Eventually, I found a way to get down via some sort of stairwell but it was in some weird shape.

I asked the dream to change the stairwell to the correct format but this wasn’t working either. The rails would always go on the wrong side and so the stairwell was really de-formatted. I must have had some sort of awareness in this dream as I didn’t stop until I knew it was right. The dream got worse though and now the rails were on the floor with no stairs! It actually looked really scary and I was terrified with what had happened. I thought to myself that I had no other option and decided to make a move before the dream would make things even worse. As scary as it was, I jumped through the bars and closed my eyes, hoping I wouldn’t die and rather, I would make it out of the place alive.

It felt like I was falling for a while but eventually, I found myself outside on a sunny street. Although I was now somewhere safe, I was still felt gutted that Dreamy WB wasn’t coming. Though instead, I looked ahead and noticed that 18-Volt was approaching me, firstly in a slight distortion of his Warioware Gold appearance. My mind had realised that he hadn’t been in dreams for a week and so I actually missed him; I ran up to him and hugged him.

As we hugged, his appearance changed. He now looked like a realistic human being, as if it were an 18-Volt designed for human reality, completely different from his video-game portrayal; he kept the same voice though. He had darker skin with black dreadlocks tied into an upper ponytail. He wore no glasses or headphones either. He was wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt and a black puffer vest over that. The dream didn’t make it clear what he was wearing on the bottom but I think it was black jeans with his normal white running shoes.

We held the hugging position, only turned out slightly, as we walked down the road and enjoyed the scenery around us. As we approached a railroad, with houses starting to look shabbier and more outdated, 18-Volt goes to me, something like, “How bout’ I show you where I lived before I moved to Diamond City?”. From the area we were in and 18-Volt’s in-game bio history, I felt that it was going to be some sort of really old, wrecked house as I looked at one along the way.

He walked me to this yellowish-brick house but it wasn’t turned into rubble like the other house was that we passed earlier. 18-Volt knocked on the door and supposedly his mum answered but to me, she didn’t look like his mum at all; she was some white lady with medium length grey hair. 18-Volt’s “mum” seemed very happy to see me and seemed to know that I had some sort of special connection with 18-Volt even before he introduced me. At the same time, his mum had a look of regret on her face as she sombrely announced that 18-Volt’s father had passed away.

Inside the house, I was then also introduced to 18-Volt’s “grandma”, she was white too… It seemed to me like 18-Volt was adopted into this family. 18-Volt then took me to a small orange couch in the corner of the room and sat down with me. His mum and grandma came and so I moved over, we continued to chat. 18-Volt got up though and I knew why; the fact that his father died had finally gotten to him. Once his mum and grandma also walked off, the realisation hit me that I could be on my own for the rest of the dream; as 18-Volt was mourning over his dad, there now wasn’t anyone to look after me. The intention came back to summon Dreamy WB.

I was on the couch by myself for what seemed like a few minutes and soon, 18-Volt came out of the next room and looked like he had been crying. Although he wasn’t, it looked like he was staring at me, sending some sort of telepathic message that he was now a grieving man; he was trying to communicate something to me. A few seconds after, I became aware that a funeral was taking place very soon.

18-Volt’s extended foster family started to fill the room and I actually ended up interacting with more people. As soon as 18-Volt left the house to go to the funeral, the urge became greater to call Dreamy WB. I said to the guy who I was talking to, “It’s going to sound really weird if this doesn’t work”, which was another way to say to him, “be with me” if I looked like a moron because nothing happened.

There was a response, but it was nowhere near what I expected. Dreamy WB appeared as some sort of playing card… Not a human at all. I knew this was nonsense and that I was not going to get anything better, so I immediately dropped the card and headed outside. I now felt so alone, even having this sense of emptiness and absence to 18-Volt, feeling like there wasn’t a connection with him anymore, or at least not for the rest of this dream.

I see the funeral taking place outside on an open grassed area in front of this large white house. The priest seemed to be walking around with pies in a plate and he was presenting it to people to smell, as if it were like a test of temptation. Then later on in the service, communion was the priest rubbing tomato sauce all over the people, like a symbol of rubbing blood all other them. The priest got to me and he was about to rub the tomato sauce on me, but I only allowed him to do it on my forehead as I didn’t want my clothes getting dirty.

Then I heard music playing and it was a song that I wrote in real life! Because of this, I knew that 18-Volt was still there for me. The dream ended here.



Dream No. 612
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

I had a dream where I was in college again wandering around in search of the arcade. I saw a Guitar Hero machine but I really wanted the boxing machine. I had a premonition about a mass shooting on my college campus. I started panicking. I knew I had to inform people and get them to safety but who would believe the premonition of some college kid? I sheepishly start yelling at people whilst running for the nearest safety exit.

My priority is to get home. However, once I am outside the building, I am surrounded by more buildings; no streets that lead to where my car is. I run along side the building in frantic search of maybe a security guard who can call the police.

It is too late though, the gun shots start and screams reverberate throughout the building. I think that maybe I took a wrong exit and wgo back inside the building and duck behind cover. Maybe I need to go THROUGH the building just to find the proper exit. Dream-time passes and now it is night time. I am stuck inside the building with other students who aren't shot to death yet. We are huddled in one of the arcade rooms on the lookout. There are no police or SWAT teams, it is only us on the lookout for the mass shooters - yes plural - who are still at large looking to hunt down and kill each and every one of us.

All of us are scared. Then things got freaky as dreams usually do.

The shooters find us and we all make a break for another area to set up a sort of fort. I notice that I, and others, have superpowers. The shooters also set up a little fort at the opposite end of the hallway between us. I peek around a corner and see who is hunting us:

The Avengers. Yes, Marvel Comics' The Avengers are the mass shooters. Specifically, I see Captain America as he is portrayed in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Black Widow as she is played by Scarlett Johansson.

The survivors and I make up a plan that we need to act fast because along with them having Captain America and Black Widow on their team, they have a young boy who is apparently a world class sniper a la Floyd Lawton from the DC comic-verse. One of us peeks into the hallway and instantly gets murdered by the sniper.

But guess what, I too have a sniper in my hands and also the power of invisibility. I figure this is the part where the dream more or less starts to become lucid. So, I turn invisible and go out into the hallway with my sniper. Gunfire erupts in front and behind me as a distraction. I put the sniper scope to my face and aim for Captain America's head. I shoot him. He falls over.

I see Black Widow too in my sights and shoot her as well. Unfortunately, much to my horror, the rest of the assailants have bum rushed our fort and start slaughtering everyone up close and personal. There is this one man with a katana in his hand which I catch and throw away

A fatter man who is among the survivors chastises me for making a stupid and bold move which gets everyone killed because The Avengers are way too strong. I notice I screwed up, drop my sniper and hold out my hands. As the man continues to yell at me I will that time would reverse. It does.

Those slain rise from the dead; the blood pooling back into their bodies. The debris resets itself but I keep going, I keep turning back time until it is several days prior to the entire ordeal. I turn to a man beside me who is elated at what I just did. I noticed he doesn't have any powers. So I reach out so him and give him some of mine. His body is covered in a black skin and he gains the power of invisibility as well. He asks me who I am.

I tell him I am Spawn.

Some time passes in the dream and this time around we have Captain America inside of a glass prison he can not break out of.

The dream ends.

#534 - DEILD - 12:22AM

I dream I am in bed but there is some light on coming from where the bathroom should be. When I look, I see a back yard with a chain-link fence. I wonder why there is no wall. A security light has come on. I can’t seem to move very well. I try to tell my wife but she’s not very responsive. I look toward the window and see a light coming from there too.
I wake looking at the curtains. I am hallucinating that the curtains don’t look like curtains but a deep dark void into another realm. My eyes focus and I see just curtains. I feel very dreamy still so I naturally and instinctively go into DIELD mode. I really just do it without much thought. I let my body relax as I focus on the spot in my head that seems to allow me to renter the dream world. Almost instantly I get vibration and feel myself detach from my physical body. I become very excited and have to focus on slowing down my breathing and to relax more deeply. After a moment I let my dream body get out of bed.
Everything is very dark and unstable. I try to ground myself with sensation of touch in the dream. I touch everything in the room but it doesn’t help enough. I wake slightly but and focused and determined. I DEILD again. I go back and forth several time between waking and trying to get the dream going. My wife’s lightly snoring is interrupting me and my physical body jerks a few times. Also once, I reach for the door knob but my physical hand moves waking me. I finally let the noise of her snoring go. I accept it and chose to ignore it like I do with the sound of the fan in the room. It’s just a noise that I can tune out. I exit again and this time it try to phase through the wall instead of using the door. This causes a sort of hiccup in the dream that sends me vibrating in and out of the wall until I finally force my way through. I see the living room but I am sent back to waking.
Finally for the last time I exit. It’s still a bit unstable but I slap the walls really hard and I move to the bathroom. This seems to help. The sound is so loud I wonder if there is something hitting the house but I dismiss that thought. I enter the bathroom and everything is bright and clear. I am relieved. I look into the mirror like I always do and notice how distorted and odd my face looks. I feel hyper and extremely happy like I usually do in a lucid dream. I move and dance around and watch my reflection struggle to keep up. I see various bottles and cans of beauty products that my wife uses in waking life. I pick a small unusual looking bottle with blue liquid up. I decide to taste it. I drink all of the contents. The taste is odd but not unpleasant with a bitter alcohol like aftertaste. I look back at my reflection and it’s not moving at all now. It doesn’t even have the bottle in its hand. Next I see a bottle of pink pills. I decide these are lucidity pills that will enhance the dream and make me super lucid. Now I know the title of this dream journal entry. I eat one. It’s mildly sweet. Then I eat a handful. It’s like cotton in my mouth and then it dissolves away.
The dream fades away now and think this pill trick didn’t work very well but no sooner do I think that I find myself in a new location. I am still lucid and standing in a kitchen. I know that I need to keep active to keep the dream going so I start to interact with items. There’s a plastic grocery bag in the sink. I touch it for a second but notice there are dream characters with me. For some reason I decide that I am here to remodel. My wife is next to me and the guy from the pet store in waking life is there. He pulls out the entire kitchen sink and cabinets from the wall. We take a look together and the whole thing is built very oddly. Then I decide the back-splash needs an extra thing with a shelf on it. I think this is a really good idea and I want to remember it when I wake up so maybe I’ll do that in my actual house. Another dream character appears, a woman. I explain the whole thing in great detail and even draw her a little picture. I am still excited and hyper. I am joking around with her in silly ways like a child would. I start looking through the notebook that I drew the shelf on there are random drawing and writings that I can’t make out what it is. I’m still lucid but I think it has slipped at little. After a moment longer of this I wake up again and decide I better go ahead and write my dream down before I forget it.

12/24: Apparently, this dream was a continuation of the events from the dream I had 11 days earlier on the 13th. I believe I was ordered to -- like the characters in the YA fiction writing project I've been working on for the past seven (2012) years, and the revision for the past four (2015) -- take the girl with the turquoise hair with magenta streaks in it to a so-called "meet-up", which can only take place in a public place such as a convention center.

However, here, the dream skips several scenes, and like one I had a couple of months before, I find myself in what appears to be a parking lot -- minus the girl with the emo/scene-like turquoise and magenta-dyed hair. There, I find a lot of teenagers socializing with each other until I stumble across a small group of people, both girls -- one with brown eyes and blonde hair; the other with blue eyes and brown hair. I try to get the name of the latter, but that turns into something even sillier.

"I'll give you a few clues to who I am." The girl with the blue eyes and brown hair responds to me -- though now I don't remember the rest of what she said. Then a few scenes later at a park picnic table, I have the papers the girl from the December 13th dream was looking for, trying to figure out the identity of the character. A few scenes later after a bus ride, I catch up to the girl that I saw outside the convention center in a room that looks like mine in the apartment I currently live in, but the dream ends at 4 A.M. after we exchanged words.

I believe she was a mix between someone I knew since my days at Underwood Elementary (August 1995-June 1997, except I'm 11 days older than she is) and YouTube user 540merlin's teenage (at the time when I watched some of his videos in the 2011-12 year) daughter, Amanda -- and come to think of it, I'm starting to think the character is either the half-sister of the character introduced in the dream I had on December 13th or even could be Cassie from a dream I had three years ago on March 29th. I also believe that she could also bear a striking resemblance to either the Deschanel sisters (Emily and Zooey) or Reese Witherspoon -- when she dyed her hair brown in 2004. I'm also certain the character may have also been in an all-girl rock band, too, as she wore a short blue tank-top. Not sure if the character's personality is similar to or a mix between Canadian singer-songwriter Avril Lavigne and Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams like the December 13th dream character, though.

Once again, as I've said in previous entries, I don't mind getting dreams that remind me of scenes from TV shows and movies or possible scenes to put in my writing projects. I am also still trying to nurture my inner child after yet another rough week. I even tried to recreate the dream character in one of the video games I got as a Christmas present this year (Need for Speed: Heat, PS4 version), right before my indecisive mind had other plans and just HAD to turn it into a creative writing exercise.

With that, I have to wrap this up as I have a big day today -- and it's Christmas. WM86/DFW signing off.

Well not really cool dreams just needed a title. LOL

Jamie dreams

Note: After posting last week, I felt really off and hurt, as if I could sense Jamie's hurt from (as if) reading my dreams. Oops, I'm cutting down on the things that seemed to make her upset in the dreams.

Dream 1: We are in fortnite (really these again). We are building all over the place, she stays some layers above me and is looking down on me like she is mad.

Dream 2: Fortnite again a few days later, Only now she is somehow editing my structures and making me fall.

Dream 3: fornite again Just remember catching up to her as she is phasing through a ramp, but this time she seems okay.

Dream 4: We are having another highschool dream. Jamie places herself in front of me nervously as if to get my attention. I try to interact with her but she's a little shaky.

Dream 4: Just remember we start to hug. good I hope things will get back to normal now. That is if you call this normal.

Youtube

I'm at some youtuber's house, a streamer I watch Byarteer, I watch him because he is the least cringy I guess. Anyway, Just remember me and a few other players at his house... No first me and my brother were flying to the UK to visit him. Anyway he kept sleeping randomly throughout the house. I wanted to leave and at every exit to the house i accidentally woke the guy up and he started yelling at me. Went back to a room and watched other people play squads, I was pretty bored.

Also had a second dream with this guy in it.

Sex Dream

But with a really old ex from like 2006.

thjere were other really vivid dreams i somehow forgot.

I dreamed I was back in school. I had to be around 11 at this time. It was the end of the school-year; a school-year in which afterwards I might not see my friends again. I could feel it in the air and in my body. It was the mood of the entire dream. So I spent most of the dream thinking about saying goodbye to my friends one last time before they get on their bus or in their parent's car never to be seen again. I remember walking past empty lockers and trying to read the scribble on them. I remember standing in the hallway with some of my friends and embracing them. We talked about how it was the end and how we had finally made it. No more school afterwards.

The dream fast-forwards to be waiting in one of the classrooms with other students in anticipation of The Final Bell of the day - of the year - to dismiss us. I leave the classroom before the bell rings and wait in the parking lot. I didn't want to get lost in the crowd of people in a hurry to go home and end up missing saying goodbye to my friends one last time. Suddenly, three police vehicles arrive at the school and men armed with assault rifles hurry out of them and towards the school entrance. There is a loud noise coming from inside. I run behind them until we are all standing at the entrance sealed tight by two large metal doors. I am lucid at this time because for some reason, I have my adult body back and I immediately gesture the police officers to step aside. I use my dream telekinesis to tear the doors open before they can send a hail a bullets through it. I dash inside to see what all the ruckus is about.

There is a young boy also with telekinesis throwing a kind of tantrum and tearing up the entire interior. I use my powers to bring the flying debris to a stand-still and motion on-looking people to please hurry to where they were going. The boy and I have some brief conversation and I mention to him that he should sedated.

The dreams ends.

One thing I regret is that one of my friends in the dream told me their name. I don't remember what it was.

I tried to have a WILD this morning but fell asleep instead, but nevertheless I had a dild upon having a hand rc and realized I'm dreaming, although it was more of a semi lucid state. I knew that I'm dreaming but thats all that I knew, and wasn't really conscious of anything else at this point.
I was outside infront of my house under a large tree. I started to use the force to move the branches around, I finally succeeded. I regained my connection to the force. I felt this intense vibration in my hands, head and in the air as I stretched my hand out to the large branch of tree , it was something special.
Then I thought it's time to do something. So I started to go towards the local mall, for some reason that seemed to be a nice place to experiment around.
On the way out I met with my friend, so we decided to go together there.. First I thought I'd jump on one of the cars to ease our transportation since walking is a bit hectic, especially in a lucid dream.
the place was vacant, it was winter, snow covered the streets. the sky was almost pink . There was some sorts of barricade of cars there, we started to climb through the debris , then we were ambushed by what I suspected to be a krayt dragon, or some sort of dragon ,it was thin but nevertheless big and caused much panic.
I reacted quickly I waved hand signs and blew fire onto the dragon, it seemed to have hurt it and it went away...I was like "damn ,even my fire element ability has came back too!"

After that my lucidity really faded and I lost recall