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Date of Dream: MON 22 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 460 - Separated Sections

Dream 460 A - Saving A Sleepwalker
I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, it was pitch black in the middle of the night, the early hours of the morning to be exact. I remember being at the bottom of the stairs, weirdly my thoughts were still conscious but my actions were oblivious. As I opened the front door and went into the driveway, I was imagining like I was entering into the swamp of Spyro The Eternal Night. Then as I was actually on the driveway, fitting music played from the actual soundtrack but I also felt this sense of mysterious danger lurking about.

Eventually, there was real danger in sight. A fire had broken out, bright orange, in the distance and I could hear sounds just like when the creatures dropped the bombs on the temple in the PS2 version of the game. I was scared out of my wits and my heart was pulsing very fast but once again, I couldn’t control my movement. I forgot to mention that when I was still down at the bottom of the stairs, I actually was aware of the fact that I was sleepwalking.

Back to the current scene of the dream, I was freaking out big time and even felt at one stage like my life was about to end. Just as I was about to let out a scream, I literally only got in an initial gasp, when I was suddenly and swiftly grabbed, made to face the opposite direction, and pulled towards the house by an invisible force. All of a sudden, the urge to scream was gone and my heart pulse had slowed right down. As I was still standing on the pavement, the invisible energy showed itself as a very feint hologram… It was 18-Volt in his Game and Wario cover art appearance.

He was shown in a hovering, sitting position, and so I knew what this meant. I was drawn to his lap and actually manoeuvred by the dream to sit on it. I can’t exactly describe it, it’s like the dream suspended me in mid-air, having me float redundantly in slow motion and then suddenly very quickly plonked me down onto him rather than the usual where I would climb up and seat myself. He then became invisible again and I couldn’t feel his lap or his arms, I now only perceived to be floating again but in that sitting position.

Then he moved off. The front door swung open by itself and 18-Volt’s energy rushed me inside, flying me up the stairs at a rapid pace. Then the dream lapsed forward in time a bit. 18-Volt was now in his human form but as it was pitch black inside the house, I couldn’t see much in regards to colour. Once his energy had slotted me back into bed, that’s when he became human and gently placed the bed sheets to be just under my chin, patting them down on each side. The scene ended there.

It was still pitch black in the house but now I was awake again and in the kitchen, talking to my brother in there. I was actually telling him the story of how I apparently found out I was sleepwalking earlier. I said something along the lines of “Whatever happened out there was absolutely crazy and I thought I was going to die. I was bloomin’ sleepwalking! But then let me tell you this… This guy appears, he whips me up, and takes me straight back to bed. He tucked me in. Like I can’t believe he actually rescued me”. As I was talking, I made sure not to reveal any trait of 18-Volt’s identity to my brother. The dream ended after I had finished telling my story.

Dream 460 B - Prize Winning Artist
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, it was this completely unknown area. It felt like some stage and me and these other people were going through the lines of a script similar to the story of The Wizard of Oz. I was surprised in the dream that I was able to remember my lines really well and was playing my part of Dorothy to a high standard. Unfortunately though, one of the guys had cut me off saying that they wanted to stop there, so I was slightly cut because I was having so much fun.

The next scene appeared to be in a school environment but once again, the surroundings were unknown. Apparently there was this sort of substance that when you painted it onto a watchband, it would make a really interesting pattern. I watched a few girls painting their watchbands and so was able to witness the effect of the paint medium. I then decided to try it myself but at first, I thought nothing was happening. “Oh come on...”, I thought as I then shook the watchband.

After shaking the watchband though, something did happen and it was more than I expected. The colour started to bleed like expected but half way though, the watchband turned into this piece of paper and the art that was produced was absolutely and ridiculously phenomenal. It actually looked like the painting of some professional artist in real life. I then flipped the paper over and noticed that there was art on the other side too!

My year six teacher came over and looked really amazed and what I had done. He said something to me but I forgot what it was. He then took my artwork to grade it but I didn’t like what he was doing. He was writing comments and the score all over it in pen and so I told him that it wouldn’t look good if I was to hang it up. The mark I got for the artwork was 60 out of 60. He then flipped the paper over to mark the other piece and he seemed to listen to me. He wrote in a very small corner only, marking it 40 out of 40.

There was a small section of the next scene where I showed my mum but then dream went to another scene. I was now at this area at night time which seemed like an unknown railway station. I also had four friends with me that don’t exist in real life. Apparently we all wanted to catch a train but while we were waiting for the train, I wanted to find Dreamy WB to show her my award winning pieces of art.

I called for Dreamy WB but there was no response and my friends, two girls and two boys, had looks on their faces like we weren’t going to get lucky any time soon. I decided that we would explore the area to go and find her. I went in one direction with two friends, one boy and one girl, and the other two friends went in the opposite direction. As I walked down the concrete stairs outside, I kept shouting to the dreamscape “Dreamy WB!” with my friends following and turning their heads to see if they could see her. No matter how many times I tried, there was still nothing.

Soon the thought came to me though that the train was bound to leave soon and we were far away from the platform. So without giving any notice to my friends, I changed the direction of calling to 18-Volt. I seemed to wander a bit faster than my friends now and so soon ended up by myself. Yelling for 18-Volt didn’t seem as stressful as the tone was for Dreamy WB. All I ended up doing was looking up the stairs and said half way between speaking and yelling, “18-Volt, if you’re there, can you take us back to the main platform?”.

As I continued to walk back up the stairs, the most amazing thing happened. I could see a shadow casting over my step, created by the pole lights and so I stopped. I slowly looked up and there was 18-Volt standing on the next step, looking right back down at me. He was once again in his Game and Wario cover art appearance and this time, he was even just wearing his singlet and shorts. I was actually so freaked out in this scene due to a number of factors.

First of all, he actually looked like a real human, like I could actually see real flesh on him as well as his glasses being out of real blue plastic frames and then the lenses… Oh the lenses, accurately red and green of course… Everything about him was so, freaking real! Secondly, he was actually full-on staring at me and not saying anything, additionally having this constant stern look on his face that gave him the complexion of a criminal thug supported by his big, buff body. He was very scary to look at.

For almost what seemed like a minute, he was staring at me very seriously and I was staring back at him nervously, I couldn’t see through his glasses to see what exactly his eyeballs were doing. I do know for a fact though that it seemed like he was staring right into my soul and from a very dominating position. This time, I could actually also smell the scent of African culture wafting off him and I could hear him slightly snorting each time he breathed outwards.

For the first time in a dream, I actually started to perceive a negative energy coming off 18-Volt. As each second passed, my muscles became more tense, I became more guarded in my stance, and I was becoming a nervous wreck. He must have finally noticed the mess I was becoming as he all of a sudden, out of nowhere, broke out into a really wide and pleasant closed mouth smile. To my surprise, the weight just automatically lifted off my shoulders and every instance of negative energy I had gained before was now gone.

That sense of familiar warmth and security had now returned. So now I prompted 18-Volt, reminding him to take me back to the platform. He made a physical gesture at me, which I believed he was telling me to wait for my friends. While waiting, I inched closer to 18-Volt on my step and started leaning on him, randomly examining each fine thread of cotton on his singlet and still thinking to myself “Geez, how on Earth is he real?”.

Eventually, my four friends came walking up and so 18-Volt started things off by extending his left arm out. He scooped me up and I was placed right against his body. After that, he started picking up each of my friends; I was thinking to myself, “Your arm’s not big enough to fit all four of them in”. Apparently I was wrong and I was amazed; he put two behind me and then another two at the back, being pushed in by the crook of his arm. As he proceeded to carry us all up the stairs, the dream faded out and so I woke up.

Dream 460 C - A Favour For A Favour
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, it was in some completely unknown area, appearing to be a mix of a shopping centre and somewhat of a house. I was in the house part of this complex with the lady, a complete stranger, planning to host some social movie event in which was apparently her place. I forgot what she said completely but she wanted me to go into the shopping centre part and recruit some guests, this one woman in particular.

I made a mental note that I had to be back by 7:00 PM because that’s when the movie would start. As I’m leaving the house, I look at my brother and signal to him, asking if he had already brought the guests over, and he said no, so I was clear to go. I found the lady who was off in this weird little kitchen at the other side of the shopping centre area. I asked her about coming to the house but then she said she wanted me to do something for her. She wanted me to supposedly teach her how to cook something using dry ingredients only. I said that it wasn’t possible but she kept demanding that it be done. I told her to at least add water into the mix if she didn’t want to add anything else.

My mind was telling me that it was nearly 7:00 PM and so I had to whisk the lady away from her cooking and get her out into the main part of the shopping centre. As I looked over towards the escalators, I could see random characters on it; I forgot what they looked like and when they reached the top, they would get trapped and then sucked in. I cried out to Dreamy WB, asking her to come and save them but nothing happened.

It was getting really late and not much time was left and I immediately changed over to 18-Volt, calling out and asking him to take us up back to the house. In the meantime, while I was waiting for him, I opened up what seemed to be my techniques journal and also where I write everything under the sun. In this journal entry, it seemed that I was using a lot of cuss words for some reason and they weren’t necessarily too pleasant either, it did include the Lord’s name, I am not going to specify what the phrase was. The dream had also converted the pen ink into some permanent orange coloured typed font.

Eventually, 18-Volt appeared and interestingly, he first of all seemed to have intentions to sort out my apparent cussing problem. He slowly crept up behind me and had a read at what I had written, he then put a finger on the start of the F word and rubbed it, in which he ended up smudging the F and turning it into another letter. Once I turned around and noticed him, he pulled me aside to speak to me. He had the appearance like in 460 A and B but was wearing a lavender business shirt and black business trousers. He whispered at me in a polite tone, I forgot what he said exactly but he was basically telling me to stop cussing.

He then got this petrified look on his face like he was now scared that I was going to get mad at him. I reassured 18-Volt and said to him “No, that’s fine. Thanks for doing that” as I stuck my thumb up and nodded at him. As he then proceeded to stack me and then the lady into his arm, like in 460 B, I woke up.



Dream 460: Results (Competition #8)

460 A
Competition Night: 17
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

460 B
Competition Night: 17
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

460 C
Competition Night: 17
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 9.5

Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Help Someone In Need (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0)
- 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)

+ Previous Total: 95.5
Total Accumulated Points: 105.0

Created Thursday 25 October 2018

Got a brief DILD, a fragment, and a long dream to note.

Scrap Group 1
Flying around town during daytime, going south through a local street. I go at the edge of the street, when I start thinking over just what circumstances would allow me to fly in the first place. Cue lucidity. I only managed to fly across before the dream collapsed.

Playing a 3D Mario game. This was far darker in tone, and had a lot more going on screen at a time. There was a painful segment in a castle where I was required to get hurt and collect power-ups repeatedly to survive. I managed to clear the game, but got a rather bittersweet ending that involved most of the extended cast and worlds dying off.

Dream 1 - Poacher Mansion Raid Collateral

The visuals were a bit dim. I was the young leader of a traditional warrior tribe in western Africa, one of the last few of such groups in the world. Dressed in hides, feathers, and bone, armed with spears, axes, and daggers, me and four other tribesmen set out to raid a mansion, a known hideout for poachers. A "foreigner" also joined us, a ranger from the local forest. Unlike the rest of us, he was dressed in a green shirt, khakis, and hiking boots, and was armed with an old shotgun. Our mission was to infiltrate the mansion, find the enemy leader, and capture or (if necessary) kill him.

My warriors set out at twilight. From the cover of the forest, we soon arrived at the mansion's entrance. The place was isolated from the rest of civilization, which might've explained the lax security. Our group crept around the entrance all the way to the backdoor. Once inside, we paced up a nearby stairway. We head up two levels to a small room, when we heard someone passing through another stairway all the way across. The other warriors prepared themselves besides that entryway, while the ranger and I waited head on. For a brief moment, I, as myself, took a moment to reflect on the nature of violence...

Our enemy was approaching. We were ready to pounce. The figure steps out of the entryway. "Stop!", the ranger yelled suddenly. Ahead of us was a man with a grey shirt and cargo pants, the typical outfit for poachers. And yet, the now confused man and the ranger talked to each other as if they recognized one another, speaking in a Western tongue (which, to the tribesmen and I, sounded like complete gibberish). Eventually, the ranger explained that this man was actually a law enforcer going undercover. It seemed our intrusion would compromise the detective's assignment. As such, I agreed to save the raid for another time, if under protest. The agent saw us out the backdoor, and took his leave.

Still, I wasn't quite satisfied. I had us all sneak around to the front, if only to see what we were dealing with. Then, through a window on the side of the building, we spotted a large gathering of poachers, about 30 of them, all lounging around, or perhaps in some kind of group meeting. I simply observed in the shadows for a while, trying to familiarize myself with each of them. Among the most outspoken of the bunch was an older light skinned African. Maybe a lieutenant? At the time, most seemed to lack conventional weapons, and none had anything larger than a pistol.

But, it seemed I made a terrible mistake: the poachers also collected living exotic animals from all over the globe. This was made readily apparent when, from out a corner, charged a grizzly bear. With shields and spears drawn, we held our ground. The bear, in turn, stood up, ready to swipe. The perfect moment to attack. As me and three others distracted it with our shields, another warrior made an expert thrust right in the beast's jugular. We then circled around, avoiding its frenzied reprisal. Within a span of thirty seconds, the creature could no longer defend itself. A few jabs at the back of its head finally did it in.

Just then, a poacher peeked out from a side door. Acting quickly, I hurled my axe at him, planting it right between his eyes. Unfortunately, this instantly alerted the entire compound. Enemies were now flooding towards us. Warrior or not, there was no way we could take on thirty at once. We retreated as fast as we could, and we actually got a good lead on our enemies. But, as we pressed on, one of our warriors had been fatally wounded. Although he'd the willpower to keep up, and possibly survive the chase, there was still no way to save him afterwards. He opted instead to face the pursuers head on, if only to buy time...

The chase continued throughout the wilderness. Then, in a clearing, my group stumbled into an entire school's computer lab, completely out in the open. Such a discovery paralyzed us. There was nowhere else to turn, yet we did not want to involve innocents into our conflict. Woefully, the poachers didn't have the same idea. They fired into the area heedlessly. Once they'd closed in, those madmen knowingly butchered anyone in their way, adults and children alike. At that point, I was sure fighting back would accomplish nothing, only delay the inevitable for everyone. Calling out to my men, I commanded them to rescue anyone they can then retreat. I myself took hold of a small girl in a school uniform, no older than seven years, too frozen in panic to even move. Abandoning my heavier armaments, I hauled her out of the site. Guilt was
quickly weighing in on me...

Don't recall how this ended.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, Lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[For the second lucid in a row, I'm actually aware of the dream beginning, and it begins the same way as the last one - a visual scene emerges out of a blank nothingness, and I focus on it until it expands from a few little circles to fill my entire field of vision. This time,] I'm out in front of a big, old, two-story wooden house where some Toastmasters meetings are going to take place. I go inside to attend them, and some of my real-life Toastmasters friends are there, too. There are also visitors there, whom they are trying to recruit to Toastmasters. While I'm standing around and talking with the group, I demonstrate my ability to fly from the ground floor of the house up to the upstairs balcony. I compare it to "lifting myself by the seat of my pants" [shoutout to Dr. Seuss!] because, I notice on this particular occasion, that's roughly what it feels like when I bring my concentration to bear on the task of actuating that ability. It feels like I'm using my mental concentration to lift myself up from the small of my back and propel myself through the air. I say to the assembled DCs: "I used to be very secretive about my flying, but now I'm very open about it. I think everyone should be able to enjoy it." [And I do.]

After the meetings are over, I walk out of the house onto the street, except where one would expect there to be a street, there is instead a big, shallow swimming pool. It is surrounded by tropical plants, and its edges go in a series of curves so that the overall shape of the pool is a big, amoeba-like blob with lots of curving pockets sticking out every which way. I walk around to one side of the pool, sit down on the edge, put my feet in the water, and think: "I wonder if I can change my clothes just by thinking about it?" I close my eyes and concentrate on what I want to happen - namely, I want to be wearing a swimsuit. I can actually feel the swimsuit form around me. When I open my eyes, I'm wearing a tankini with tribal-looking geometric patterns on it in raspberry, burgundy, and many other colors. I exclaim out loud, "Holy $#!*, I did it!" [It was a super cute swimsuit, but certainly not one I would ever choose for myself in real life. Upon reflecting afterwards, I realized that my dream body doesn't have stretch marks - or if it does, they're much less noticeable than they are in real life, since I don't remember noticing them - and it's also less fat than my real one, though not dramatically so.]

I notice that the regular clothes I had just been wearing - jeans, button-down shirt and white sneakers - are now floating on the surface of the pool, around me. I get the rest of the way into the pool. There are two other people enjoying the pool, two guys and another woman. I realize that while my swimsuit top has shoulder straps, it also has a part that's supposed to tie together across my back, just at the bottom of my shoulder blades, and it's untied. I approach the woman (the pool is shallow enough to walk in easily) and say, "Trade you ties?" We tie the ties on each other's swimsuits, as I had just requested. She is some type of POC [most likely South Asian? I couldn't say for sure] and very pretty, and her name is Kim.

After swimming and lounging around for a bit, the two guys, Kim, and I all get out of the pool, down at the far end of the 'street,' away from the house I had just been in. Another dream character is standing there, a petite, definitely East Asian woman [she reminds me of a younger Agent May from the "Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." TV series]. She asks me and the two guys to come with her; she is recruiting us for some kind of spy-adventure-type mission. [I have no idea why she ignored Kim completely, but she did.] We follow her, but I turn to say goodbye to Kim, who is now standing on the edge of the pool, as I go.

The two guys and I follow Young Agent May into an area that looks like an ancient temple courtyard, all dusty dirt floors and high, light-yellow-tan-colored walls of rough-hewn stone that stand open to the sky. There are lots of wall segments forming corners, but there is a space off to the left that's more than big enough for a dark-brown, equally-roughly-hewn wooden table with two people sitting behind it. This is the check-in desk for the adventure/mission. Young Agent May goes over to check us in, and I look around the courtyard while the two guys start to explore. As I'm looking around, a brochure printed on unbleached brown paper appears in my hand. The title, printed in a curved swoop across the center in big, yellow letters, reads "Dole Presents: Adventures in Dole Whip." [Or something like that. Interestingly enough, I could read the whole thing perfectly fine. I can't remember all of it, but I'll reproduce the text I do remember.] The brochure goes on to say: "This dreamer is about to earn her title! Next Task: Create a tiny, consensually-dressed, applesauce humanoid." There's even an illustration of this little humanoid figure I'm apparently supposed to create out of applesauce. [Don't ask me what "consensually-dressed" is supposed to mean. Presumably "dressed in an outfit of its own choosing," with an undertone of "modestly dressed."]

I wake up to the sensation of my left arm being asleep. I've fallen asleep on my left side, something I rarely do.

[Cool! New ability! This is the first time I've ever changed my clothing at will. I guess that counts as changing my appearance, although I really meant changing an aspect of my physical body.]

Non-dream stuff - Woke up at about 7:40, I was very hot, remembering a non-lucid as I came out of it; initially wasn't going to make note of it but did so on my phone, remembering more detail than expected but quite tired so some details missed. Then I woke up again at around 11:00, with a non-lucid dream in memory that started fragmenting but didn't disappear as I got up.

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Dream 1:
Was dreaming I was walking through a supermarket store with my partner (H) and it was a bit busy. The shop had a weird layout and looked like it was just in an old warehouse; the floor was a mix of large tiles and bare concrete? It was day outside and some light could get in through corrugated plastic that was only partly translucent. The place didn't look all that clean.

Got to the other end and there was a tourniquet and a guy watching over it behind a counter. Somehow H had a ticket, it looked green and bulky. I asked if we should both go through at the same time but instantly I thought this wasn't a good idea with the guy watching so closely even if it was busy.

I tried asking the guy about getting a ticket and he wasn't very interested in helping me and gestured to a machine. I ran up to it as some other people were slowly getting up to it too. I got in line first and probably annoyed the others; I couldn't read the screen properly because it looked like a calculator's liquid crystal display and it was small and dirty. Background was typical dry yellow-green and black letters.

I faffed about with the controls because I couldn't see or reach properly. I felt twisted trying to use the machine. A kid with a yellow cap helped me and I thanked her and gave her a pat on the cap saying "thank you, you're a good kid" and I think she smiled.

Struggling to get my wallet out from my (left?) pants pocket. I got it out and it was the wallet I have in waking life; there was a flat bit on the machine and I opened the coin bit and dumped it over the flat area and a lot of junk came out; there was a tiny blazon thing, some rocky/gravel fragments, and other things I don't remember. The total money I had that I could use was about 1.14 or something, and I apparently needed 1.73 or so for the machine.

I put the crap back in my wallet and inserted what money I had somewhere into the machine and got the ticket and ran back to the tourniquet and H had already gone past it. I tried passing too now with the ticket but it wouldn't work and the guy at the counter said it didn't have enough money in it, I said "I know it doesn't but I don't have enough cash on me" to which he replied "you can pay with contactless...". I said "I didn't even notice any card payments" and I was hoping he'd pity me or feel sorry for me at least and be kind but I tried asking him to just sort it out with me here and now, but he ignored me and eventually told me to go walk around and get back to him.

H come back but it wasn't H anymore but a friend from my childhood M, and I asked him what happened to him, as his nose was all bloody. I remember him smiling but don't remember his answer.

I walked around and watched people in the shop getting milk and so on, and as I walk along, this black teenager has a trolley that acts like a spider or something; as he comes past me I smile awkwardly because somehow I think it's amusing and he was smiling too. I remember thinking he'd modified the trolley himself.

Going through a cheap art prints section, it's very busy, and I appreciate seeing some of the art pieces anyway. I get to the end of the aisle and it's a corner of the building, so there's only a left turn, which I take and there are some vases with big-ish plants in them, like small palms. I start heading back to the guy at the counter and the tourniquet and then this bouncy beach ball appears and is going towards the vases; I see it hit one and I watch until it's just about to hit the ground, turning my head back in the direction I was walking and it makes a thud noise, presumably not breaking, and I hear people sigh in relief.

Then the tourniquet guy accuses some youth and me as being responsible; I say I don't even know this guy and I was walking around like he'd told me in the first place and get pissed off, feeling like punching him in the face. I wake up sweating and too hot.

Dream 2 (in pieces):
I was in some unknown place, it was night and there were ancient Egyptian buildings. It was dark but I remember some creatures or some danger, and there was a pick-up truck thing, which someone was driving; they told me to get in the back and I remember climbing over in a rushed manner and sort of fumbling into the back.

We drove away I think. Transition?

In a building nearby, ancient. Dark inside, some faint blue glows. I remember previous parts of the dream where I was collecting some blue glowing stones, and here was a final one or something; this was a fourth stone.

In this building there were two tiers, the ground level and a higher level on a bridge. There was some sort of lift mechanism to go up. I went up to the bridge, made of glass and maybe some metal, and there was a door at the end; glowing blue, faintly, with 4 square sections, for the stones. Dream implied I placed them and transition, unsure where to, but maybe I remember a dark hall next. Some sort of pet creature, a cat? Dream is too fragmented at this point and there are several possible fragments that could fit here, but not enough detail for them...

At some point at the ground floor of a tall building, modern, day time, lots of glass, light coming in from outside. Some sort of levitating lift platform, my mom is nearby I seem to remember, but I break the platform trying to use it. A guy gets annoyed at me and I say "look it's fine, I can fix it" and I see there's a circuit board and I inspect it looking for an issue; it's snapped at one of the ends but it actually doesn't seem so important that it can't just be jumped with a new lead and some components moved; I do it somehow and it's fixed but the guy wasn't happy anyway.

Transition, at the top of the same building, arrived in some sort of elevator. A much smaller room, but still like a big office hall, but glass all around still. I really need a wee and ask someone to use the bathroom, they tell me to go to a horizontal cylinder near one of the windows; apparently this thing is the toilet... I get inside this plastic tube thing, it is really uncomfortable inside, and I start getting pain hypersensitivity because there are sharp plastic edges and I ask for help to get out because I can't manage on my own; I give up on the toilet idea and am annoyed by the fact that these people aren't sensible to just have a bathroom that's actually a room.

There is a big door. Reminds me now of a level transition door from STRAFE's final levels. I remember going through, different feel to this area. Isolated, darker, but still bright. There's someone else here, some sort of boss? But they're hidden, and I remember walking around at a calm pace, exploring. It looks like some sort of game level, there are conveyor belts and pick ups and dark pits. I see some glowing green panels, again, like STRAFE. I don't remember what I did next or what happened but woke up soon after.

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Some notes:

• Dreams from which I wake up too hot I think have an inverse cause-effect relationship. I think I'm having those dreams because I'm too hot, as when my body temperature regulation goes bad I start to get a lot of mental side-effects (if I'm awake and body temperature goes awry I start getting "fever-dream" effects).
• The kid that had the cap, the cap was like ones I've seen (and worn) in my childhood, when I was very young and we went to the beach, for one example.
• Though I wasn't aware of it at any level in the dream, there were actually a lot of elements in the last part of the 2nd dream that reminded me of a mixture of STRAFE and certain malls I've been to.
• The other glowing blue stones weren't just dream memories, I had actually dreamed those bits too, but most of that was too vague and of little visual detail for me to be able to put into words.
• Overall the 2nd dream was very long.
• I've started noticing a pattern/dream sign with these two dreams, which I think has only started occurring recently; the feeling of being twisted using the ticket machine, struggling to get into the back of the pick-up truck and the cylindrical sharp edges plastic "toilet" thing. In all of these, there was a heightened sensation of struggle and pain to reach for things or to move. This may be related to something that is going outside the dream world...

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Scoring thus far:
+ Previous score: 52.0

+ This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 5.0
++ Recall a non-lucid dream * 2: 2.0
++ Buy something: 1.0 (the ticket)
++ Ask for advice * 2: 2.0 (asking the ticket guy for help; asking for the bathroom)

= Total score thus far: 57.0

Date of Dream: FRI 12 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 450 - The Dodgy Family Recruit

NOTE: This dream may contain some mature content, continue with caution.

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, there was mention that I was relying on my uncle JB to help me find 18-Volt; apparently I had spoken to JB earlier on the telephone. I was then in the dining room area of my house when I asked both my mum and my brother, “Do you guys know where 18-Volt is?”. My mum pointed and my brother said that he was in the front room. I walked over into the front room and when I swung my head around to face the lamp in the back corner, I caught sight of 18-Volt as a hologram and as soon as he slowly turned his head and then saw me, he ran. I wasn’t convinced that this was the true 18-Volt, so I kept on looking.

There was then a sub-scene playing where I was flying down Wellington Road, heading up the hill towards the freeway. The road was empty with absolutely no cars on it but instead, some areas of the road were dug up, causing there to be some big dirt holes that I had to fly higher to get over. I had to dodge quite a few holes and eventually, that scene ended and went back to the main plot taking place in my house.

I had now pulled out my phone and there were some texts from uncle JB. He was confirming that it was 18-Volt that I wanted him to help me find. I replied yes but the dream also weirdly made me add “ahahahahaha” to the end of my message. Though when uncle JB replied back, he said something like “Well I hope it’s only ahahahahaha”. From this, I knew there was something up and that JB was probably going to have a negative influence like the rest of my family. So I mentally decided that I wasn’t going to rely on him anymore and rather, I would look for 18-Volt myself.

Uncle JB had arrived, still under the assumption that was going to help me with 18-Volt and I was right, he had this look about him, radiating with negative energy. He asked me questions but I kindly told him not to worry about it. Indeed he was surprised that he wasn’t needed anymore but also, with each reassurance I gave him, that negative energy grew stronger and he looked nastier and nastier. Eventually though, uncle JB had left and no one else was bothering either. I was able to proceed in finding 18-Volt.

I ended up opening the door to the toilet and I saw 18-Volt in there. His appearance was of actual, realistic human flesh and he did have some different features compared to his video game appearances. First of all, he didn’t look 18 to me, rather he looked as if he was a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s; his skin was slightly flabby and very prickly. His hair was still brown but it was more messy looking and was not tied up in a vertical pony tail. Also, his skin didn’t appear to be as dark as usual but it wasn’t very light either.

Most impressively, he wasn’t wearing his glasses or headset. His eyes were very squinty, looking as if they were always almost closed. I bet the dream tried to imagine what 30 to 40 years of being glued to a screen had done to him. Lastly, he was not wearing his traditional jacket; rather, he was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt with the same colour scheme and design. The t-shirt was green with a white stripe running along the shoulders and down the sleeve. There was no “18” logo anywhere on him.

Back to the events of the actual dream, he was actually sitting on the toilet bowl and I couldn’t see any pants on him... No, his private parts were NOT showing! I could just see his legs and that was it. I still ended up going up to him and climbing up onto his lap (I was completely covered, so no risks there), facing in towards him. He didn’t necessarily look happy to see me straight away and rather he looked cold, harsh, stale and almost empty in a way. Still, I had the ability to look past this and I ended up going further in to hug him.

As I went in closer, I leaned myself against him, putting my arms around him and I started nuzzling my head heavily against his neck and his lower cheek. The dream camera then zoomed out and was trying to replace 18-Volt with my grandma. I knew what was going on and just through silent willpower, I managed to keep him. It did alternate between 18-Volt and my grandma but eventually, it just ended up with 18-Volt and the dream went back to playing the actual scene.

I noticed that 18-Volt had previously been straining to evacuate all his contents and so that’s why he may have looked worn out and empty. I continued to nuzzle him as I hugged him harder but still gently, trying to apply some pressure onto his stomach area. Just like that, I could hear it finally budging and then shortly after, multiple instances of surprisingly easy sounding impact. After that, the pressure seemed to release on its own.

The dream wasn’t showing 18-Volt’s face, so I couldn’t tell what he was feeling. It was playing from my perspective so rather I could just see his cheek; but even his cheek was telling me something. It gained the smallest, most subtle dimple… I could tell he wanted to remain serious and retain his dignity but at the same time, he felt like he finally had to acknowledge my affection after such a long time.

Indeed, I then felt his arms wrap around me as he held me in a gentle, delicate hug for what seemed like a few good minutes. Within those few minutes, he did eventually start to ease up and warm up to me as he would occasionally pat my back quickly with one of his hands or give my back a strong but gentle rub. I also noticed he was ever so slightly bouncing me up and down with one of his knees. At the end, I was still holding him tight but wasn’t nuzzling at him so much as I became really relaxed. When I eventually became completely still on 18-Volt, I woke up.



Dream 450: Results (Competition #8)
Competition Night: 7
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 13.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- 7-Days In A Row (7.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0)
- New Personal Goal Achieved: Encounter 18-Volt without any glasses or headset (3.0)
- Help Someone In Need (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 45.0
Total Accumulated Points: 58.0

All from phone, sorry for quality

Oct 15 2018
2 lucids, 1 remembered

library F recep card octagon room s. time people thru window recep card cc ods testing room leave quickly expect recep frantically searching instead seated patiently complaining about something else, have 2 donut holes and a jelly filled, give them away wrong? uni library hall - place is fusion of libraries from past and cc

8 par. br top closet shelf open box mms see antenna poking out throw on ground and smash w shoe (?) another comes out i kill, not quite r's, sth off

previous lost lucid - something about pressure of finger thru hand

lucid - 8 my br dark, in front of mirror, pumpkin, crush/pull alart w hands, inside is an orange-tinted paper towel roll, lucid, my face becomes cotton/pt/gauze texture, work on mouth being sturdy so i can't penetrate w finger, no features just slight indentations, transform self in mirror then wake (tried to add but too late)

cool vampire/TAZ dream w armor n weapons (variety, changed a lot), killing and moving through level, at some point changed to shooting glitchy white balls from self like a turret (froglike?)

In 8 br lots of people there, guy asks for root beer, go down to street to neighbor where lots of kids are crossing in a big crowd and there's candy being distributed and there's a bus? I cut in front of some kids but return with a packet of ibuprofen instead and pack it with the rest (root beer heavily associated w E6) i put ibuprofen away in larger hospital packet (spelled wrong?)

Oct 12 2018

lucid - f in street car lightning to diner talking

Oct 14 2018

nl - in 8 w f, d inoffice separated by fence from parents sog, take nap on couch
lucid - 8 street daytime become lucid in street fly a few stories up decide I'm using force summon lightsaber, swing around and force throw, lose lucidity
nls - in 8 street, carving a stick w laser pointer/lightsaber
lucid - in 8 street night, lucid, want to summon an enemy, first think of a giant but can't decide what in SW universe applies, decide on some twilek sith like in SW:JK:JA, at first think it didn't work, then realize i double-cast it, there are 6 dual-weilding sith twileks, i speed past the first 3 and take a commanding position at the cul-de-sac and isolate them using force push,each time i take one out they fall dramatically and for some reason get somewhat naked like an elder scrolls game when you loot their armor
nl to lucid - in familiar dream house (have visited before), the first story is like 8 but with high ceilings so its like 2 stories for the first story, huge staircase, dark (usu. is), i am walking to bathroom, talking to f, i look in mirror and get lucid, toothpaste/water splash spots are hi-def, i touch mirror and it feels cold and frictiony the way glass does, i try to summon a saber again but it comes out as a clear tube with red liquid and red straw, i drink it


Oct 16 2018

lucid - 8 b.y. F I dismiss after long insec. dream, walk up staircase of square tiles into sky g.c., i look back n shes pegasus flying, i start flying too, it's her and i grab her hands but we're out of sync, hands don't match, remove/insert and feel WB, wake

anne s. in car dealership screaming abt. how stg (weather?) is no joke in LA

j.p. n old famous guys in svitz-bath w nun costumes, watching "blue x", jp on diving board gold

I remember walking on my grandparents house which has been deeply modified by my dad. He’s not there anymore. It’s night and I see somebody’s shadow on the outside. I go down the stairs to see who is it. They’re two drunk vampires who sit there. The doors are made of crystal. They turn to see me and start to behave aggressively. I put my fingers in a cross shape to scare them out. It works, I don’t follow my question on how could something like that work. I come back and see one of the doors my dad carved on one of the walls. I remember I use to dream such things. I know it’s not a dream because I know it leads to a nasty bathroom. Dream goes on without even asking about all the weird stuff...

In this dream, I am going into 10th grade in high school. In this dream, my middle school is able to hold 10th, 11th, and 12th graders, and so I am moved back there. I am given the same home room as when I was in 8th grade in real life, but the normal teacher is missing. Instead there is this mildly balding middle aged man with black hair and square rimmed glasses. He introduces himself and then once he says "I am Mrs. F's replacement" I whispered "yes!" in excitement. He then went over to me and told me that Mrs. F was fired. When I went to talk to one of Mrs. F's assistant staff, she burst into tears of joy at the realization that her freedom of speech had been restored and she was able to express her opinion. In the dream, I eventually went back to my high school.

Date of Dream: MON 8 OCT - 2018



All Dream Titles:
Dream 446 A - You're A Part Of Us
Dream 446 B - I Want My Twenty Dollars
Dream 446 C - Beanies Don't Come Cheap
Dream 446 D - What Could Possibly Go Wrong

Dream Title In Summary:
Dream - You're A Part Of Us & I Want My Twenty Dollars & Beanies Don't Come Cheap & What Could Possibly Go Wrong



Dream No. 446 - Separated Sections

Dream 446 A - You're A Part Of Us
I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was in this unknown outdoor area and my friend JO was sitting on this bench in the room next door. All my other friends were in the room with me and so I got them, one by one, to go and introduce themselves to JO. Apparently LA had already had her turn, so now it was JH. Then after that, WB (who I am sadly not friends with in real life) was also with us and so I sent her over. The dream actually showed WB shaking hands with JO and introducing herself. That’s all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 446 B - I Want My Twenty Dollars
I don’t remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, it was high school but the appearance of the grounds was a mixture of my primary school and high school. Ms Le. was somewhere in the school yard and I was talking to her. Today was Wednesday and she mentioned about us going on the excursion tomorrow, being Thursday. She was going to lend me some money for something tomorrow but she wanted me to pay the twenty dollars to her today. I tried questioning her, saying it would be more sensible for me to pay tomorrow but she still had her mind set on getting paid today.

In the next scene, I was in my house after school and I was talking to my mum, asking if she could give me a twenty dollar note. She was unsure at first and so I really started panicking, stating that Ms Le. would actually kill me if I didn’t give her the money by the end of tonight. I don’t remember if I ended up getting the money or not. The next scene was actually in an art class with Ms Le. but the day and exact time wasn’t specified… This scene is blurry.

Then for the last scene, I was at the park across the road from my old house. I was sitting on the play equipment with my grade four teacher who had a distorted appearance compared to how she looked in real life. In the dream, she looked more youthful but then this also gave her a creepy. She was commenting to me about my reading and about how she would like me to read more fairy-tales in order to improve the quality of my reading. That’s all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 446 C - Beanies Don't Come Cheap
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my other grandparents’ house with all my family members and a few other people as well. There was this really tiny baby girl that was crying really loudly in the sitting. I ended up scooping her into my arms and taking her into one of the bedrooms at the back of the house to try and calm her down. As I sat her down on the bed and started cuddling her, I could see my mum just outside in the hallway, telling the other person with her to be very quiet as they secretly watched me in admiration.

Eventually, the baby girl became quiet and they every other person congregated into the bedroom and sat all on the same bed. Then this stranger woman and man came in, carrying some sort of small machine. There was this thread that the lady would put through the machine and when she turned it, it would turn into a beanie. I asked if I could have a go at using the machine with some thread but she and the man said no.

Beanies were being made for everyone else but when I asked if I could have a beanie, they also said no. The lady then explained that I had to register for something on a website and then pay to have a beanie made. I thought that this preposition was ridiculous and everyone else was getting beanies for free, or so I thought. The dream ended there.

Dream 446 D - What Could Possibly Go Wrong
The dream started with me in the suburb next to mine but I have forgotten the exact location. There were two buses that were going each to a different campus of Monash University. The first campus, the dream claimed, was on Blackburn Road and the other campus was somewhere in Glen Iris, the Glen Iris campus does not exist in real life.

Weirdly, the driver of both buses were 18-Volt! Yes, there were two of him in this part of the dream, looking exactly the same as each other, sporting the WarioWare Gold appearance. I also a had a clone in this section of the dream, both of us in our school summer dress. I am going to call the alternate 18-Volt “Carbon 18-Volt” to make this recap easier to understand, and my clone will be called “Carbon Karla”.

Although I looked the same as Carbon Karla, the dream stated that we behaved differently; this was also the case for 18-Volt and Carbon 18-Volt. Carbon 18-Volt was driving the bus to the Blackburn Road campus and there was a special area in the front for Carbon Karla to sit next to him, the rest of the university students were all in the back where passengers would usually be. Carbon Karla’s personality was more like a cute kitten and Carbon 18-Volt was very affectionate and gentle. The dream showed Carbon Karla sleeping, curled up on top of some box after Carbon 18-Volt had turned his head from the wheel to gently hush her and gave her a small pat on her side that was facing up. To sum that up, Carbon 18-Volt had earlier lulled her to sleep while he was driving.

Meanwhile, my personality was that of my waking life self. I was still interested in my surroundings but was more chilled and nonchalant about what happened to me. When it came to 18-Volt, he just drove and didn’t really pay too much attention to me if I didn’t say anything to him. Like in the other bus though, the arrangement was exactly the same in that there was a special area for me to be next to 18-Volt while the rest of the students were in the normal back passenger area.

I was rather looking out the window at all the scenery on the way to Glen Iris while eating this mixed icy-pole and ice-cream all in one! The outside part was icy-pole which was a combination of Watermelon and Pineapple, kind of like a Frosty Fruits. The inside was cookies and cream ice-cream with there being a huge chunk of only biscuit in the centre area. I was making exaggerated movements with my mouth to convince myself that the combination of Frosty Fruits icy-pole and cookies and cream ice-cream tasted good. My mind figured that 18-Volt had given this to me earlier to serve as a distraction so I would let him drive rather than chewing his ear off with my talking.

The dream then skipped to me wandering around by myself in the campus. I noticed that some areas had lift doors blended into the walls; they were almost the same colour as each other. As I would in waking life, I slightly shook if I walked past a door. Then the intention kicked in, still non-lucid though, to look for 18-Volt. The fact that he was a bus driver in the previous scene had completely left my mind and so I thought he was new to find.

There was a small segment of possible scenarios taking place in an elevator. First, it was a third person perspective of me being held by 18-Volt and my mind was saying “No! It has to be in first-person!”. Then after that, there was only 18-Volt in the elevator and I was nowhere to be scene; my mind said “No! I have to be there!”. The dream was playing snippets of all the possible inconveniences. There were other inconveniences that played out in that scene but I have forgotten what they were.

The dream then played as if I was entering the campus for the first time, forgetting that I had been in there before. The camera was behind me, of the same fashion as if you were playing a video game and you could see the character from behind, and so I could see that this time, I was wearing my school winter uniform. My hair was also a bit more orange than usual; I liked this accent of the henna dye.

So I was running, or let’s say walking through the corridors at a very fast pace while calling for 18-Volt. Eventually though, I came into the entrance of this massive ladies’ change-room so large it’s even bigger than the ones at the local pools in real life. While I was in there, the dream then went to playing in first-person mode again. Every single girl was wearing some black or really dark navy blue outfit and were standing on the benches to change.

I frantically, quickly marched though every nook and cranny of the change room, shouting and asking the girls, “Does anyone know where 18-Volt is, has anyone seen him around?”. The girls said no but then some of them were also giving me strange looks, probably wondering why I would think 18-Volt was in the ladies’ change-room. To me, I just thought he could be anywhere.

Eventually, I came across one area of the change-room where there weren’t any benches and rather there was just a lonely table in the middle of the room. It was a weird sight as on that table, I thought it was 18-Volt but he was in a form of… A ladies’ ballet flat? As soon as I even thought about commanding the shoe to turn into a human, I started to feel that familiar tingling, lifting sensation and this time, I knew what it was… The dream was trying to initiate a wake up on me. I decided to stop and instead, I took one of my socks and school shoes off, and slipped the ballet flat onto my foot, then finally making my way out of the crazy change room.

Back in the corridors, 18-Volt had actually successfully appeared in his human form, once again, based on WarioWare Gold. I walked up to him but just as he was getting ready to bend down and scoop me up into his arms for a hold, the dream forces me awake.



Dream 446: Results (Competition #8)

446 A
Competition Night: 3
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

446 B
Competition Night: 3
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

446 C
Competition Night: 3
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Me
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

446 D
Competition Night: 3
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt & Carbon 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 13.0
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream x3 (3.0)
- 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)
- Help Someone In Need: The Baby (1.0)
- Be A Dream Guide Yourself (2.0)
- Have A Dream Guide Appear Automatically: 18-Volt in bus scene (0.5)
- Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt in the last scene (1.0)
- Invent Something That's Never Been Heard Of Before: Frosty Fruits icy-pole with cookies and cream ice-cream and biscuit centre (2.0)

+ Previous Total: 23.5
Total Accumulated Points: 36.5

Date of Dream: SUN 7 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 445 - Separated Sections

Dream 445 A - Falling To A Game Over
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was inside this bizarre complex that I can’t quite describe. It was a mix of inside a house, a shopping centre, it looked like a bit of everything. My other grandma was there and also she didn’t really speak in the dream, I could somehow tell that she was the one behind me being trapped in this complex. At one point, I tried to find a way out through the windows but they were bolted with a fly-screen on the outside and at one point, my grandma walked past and so I had to get away from there.

A bit later in the scene, when my grandma was gone, Young Cricket happened to appear, once again not speaking, and directed me to one of the windows. I went over to that window myself and tried to be as quiet as I could to work my way out of there so my grandma wouldn’t catch me. I thought it would just be one or two panels to open but I counted them and there was actually fifteen of them! It felt like ages but soon, air was flowing into the complex and I did not hesitate to get the heck out of there.

I was now in this completely unknown area but somehow, it felt like the inside of some game. I wasn’t myself either and rather, I was playing the perspective of Violet Parr who was wearing her casual clothes but also her mask and had this really bright purple aura around her. There were other characters in this game simulation, which I can tell were controlled by other members of the American Gamerland Podcast community. Some of the other characters included Mario, Yoshi and Sonic.

As Violet, I moon-jumped to some very high places. I was curious to see how high I could go and so that’s just what I did. She ended up on top of this very tall tower which the dream was making me think was the top of the Empire State Building in New York. The dream camera showed this lower area below where Violent was expected to land when she jumped off the tower. She jumped off with no problem but for some reason, Violet wasn’t landing anywhere close.

She was actually nowhere near the required area and rather landed on the concrete, in-fact missing the grass by just an inch. The dream camera shook as she hit the ground on impact and then I could here one member of the Gamerland Podcast community saying, “Oh oops, it look’s like Karla’s gone. I wonder what character she’ll come back as”. I didn’t end up returning though and rather the dream ended.

Dream 445 B - He's In The Sitting Room (Lucid Dream 28)
I don’t remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was in the backyard and I was talking to a few people. Ever since the start of the dream, I had active intentions to seek 18-Volt but I only really got that conscious awareness when I got into the garage. Someone was following me but I forgot who it was. Then after that, the person disappeared and I seemed to be by myself.

I was now looking at the position of the cars in the garage and I believed this to be the start of my strong lucidity. First of all, it was just my mum’s car in on the left side and the right side was empty. Without the roller door opening, my grandma’s car drove itself into its usual right side position in the garage. Because I was lucid, I noticed that the car did not park very well and it was so close to my mum’s that it could scrape the side doors.

I verbally instructed for my grandma’s car to fix itself in which it started reversing. It reversed in a way that it would get closer to the other car though, so I had to instruct it to stop again. I then told the car to turn the opposite way as it reversed. Due to full consciousness, I felt somewhat frustrated at times when the car would get so close to my mum’s again. Eventually though, the car did end up fixing itself so it was correctly centred into its position in the garage.

Then it time for me to head into the house and that’s when I saw my brother downstairs. I asked him if he knew where 18-Volt was and he said he didn’t. I then decided to stick my head around the corner and look in my brother’s bedroom. I was expecting to see 18-Volt maybe sitting on the couch but he wasn’t. I then went upstairs and asked my mum if she knew where 18-Volt was. She told me “he’s in the sitting room”.

I slowly and carefully wondered into the sitting room and indeed I could perceive a hint of 18-Volt’s energy. Once again, I bent my head the other way and noticed that something was happening on the far armchair next to the window. The throw that was draped over it began to rustle… But just as 18-Volt was about to appear, the dream forced a fade-out on me

Transition (445 B -> 445 C)
I actually knew what the dream was doing! It was trying so hard to wake me but I literally bolted my eyes shut. I was in the void for a long time and at some points, I felt like I was definitely going to wake but I still kept holding on. After what felt like even a few long minutes, the dream entered into exactly the same setting and I was able to link the concept of the previous dream into this one.

Dream 445 C - I've Grown To Trust Him (Lucid Dream 28+)
This time, I started out in the dining room where I had originally asked my mum the question, “where’s 18-Volt?” but this time, I was in the area by myself. I was going to go back into the sitting room to attempt to speak to 18-Volt again but I stopped myself, with my mind telling me, “It’s not worth it. If you do that, you’re just going to wake up again”. So instead, I made the decision to head over to the kitchen and confront my mum.

Indeed, my mum was standing in the kitchen, looking as if though she had just been washing the dishes. I came to her with a look of disbelief on my face, like I felt she was the one behind the forced fade-out. But then because I was lucid, this scenario felt pretty normal, like I was dealing with her as if we were having a real life argument. I eventually gathered up the strength to speak to her.

I said, “Mum, please, like, can you please let me do this?”. Also just like in real life, she looked at me suspiciously as if I plotting something… As if. I told her, “I’m trying to make an effort here so that I can face up to my fears”. She asked me “why?” and that’s when I thought “you must be dumb or something”, I found it so hard to get through to her and her challenging ways. I said out loud to her, “Because of the work experience thing”.

I was now absolutely annoyed with my mum and her overprotective ways. I think I finally knew what she was thinking; was she thinking that maybe 18-Volt was a sleaze and that I just wanted to get out with some boy? To sum it up, she didn’t trust 18-Volt. I managed to stay calm and I told her, trying to reassure her “Mum, I’m doing this for a reason. He’s been really good to me, he’s helped me throughout some very difficult times and I’ve grown to trust him”. As I was saying this, I perceived an energy from 18-Volt again, I managed to visualise him smiling at me in a warm, humbled manner, like he could actually hear what I was saying and he was in awe of it.

My mum was trying to act like she was okay with it but deep down, I could tell that she still wasn’t convinced; she looked as sour as ever. For a moment, it looked like she was going to let me continue on with the dream and I was hoping this would be the case. But when I leased expected it, the dream faded out on me and I was back into the void.

Ending
I still wasn’t going to give up and glued my eyes shut for dear life. I was still in the void when this happened but there started to become projections of funny cat videos on Facebook to try and distract me out of my focus. Additionally, the tingly sensation increased as if I was being forcefully lifted out of the dream. Eventually, I thought to myself, “It’s okay, you’ve done well, you haven’t lost. You tackled a problem” and so I decided to wake up.



Dream 445: Results (Competition #8)

445 A
Competition Night: 2
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Young Cricket
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

445 B
Competition Night: 2
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

445 C
Competition Night: 2
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 19.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Control Another Object or DC: Violet Parr (1.0)
- First Lucid Of The Night (10.0)
- Was Introduced via WBTB (2.0)
- Subsequent Lucid (5.0)

+ Previous Total: 4.5
Total Accumulated Points: 23.5

Date of Dream: FRI 5 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 443 - Happy Birthday For Tomorrow

I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was talking to my mum about something. I forgot whether she mentioned 18-Volt to me or I mentioned him to her. I think she mentioned him to me and then I told her something about however I feel safe when I’m with him. Then dream then moved to a scene taking place at an unknown shopping centre. As I was walking, I bumped into 18-Volt and so we briefly hugged. This time, he seemed to be wearing an unzipped maroon jacket over a white t-shirt, black denim pants and then his traditional white shoes. He was wearing, once again, clear glasses with thick black frames. Also, his weight seemed to be more evenly distributed and he was straight instead of his usual inverted pear figure.

I thought I was going to stay with 18-Volt but it so happened that after we hugged, we continued on our own ways. I then came across WB and noticed that the dream was playing from the perspective of the 4th of October. I approached her excitedly and wished her a happy birthday for tomorrow, giving her a massive hug. Like usual, she didn’t look to pleased to see me but graciously accepted and returned my hug. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream No. 443
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: WED 3 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 441 - He's Done A Lot For Her

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in an unknown outdoor area and I was talking to my friend JH. She told me how she had been trying to call 18-Volt, she tried a few times, but he wasn’t picking up his phone. In-fact, she even tried again when I was with her so I could see what was going on. I forgot what my response was to her.

I was then in some unknown building and as I was walking towards the stairs, I came across JH’s mum who had an accurate appearance. As I was planning to profusely apologise to her for JH not being able to reach 18-Volt, she interrupted me. She said, “Actually, he’s done a lot for her. He actually got rid of the guy that’s been causing her trouble”. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream No. 441
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: TUE 2 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 440 - Separated Sections

Dream 440 A - So Many Teeth
The dream had started with the camera zooming into 18-Volt’s mouth, especially to show his teeth. First, his teeth were like normal as shown in WarioWare Gold, four at the top and four at the bottom. What happened next though was absolutely scary… His teeth started to shrink and spread! There were now six on the top and six on the bottom, then that became eight on the top and eight on the bottom and so on. His teeth got to a ridiculous number and the sight scared the heck out of me!

In another dream scene, Lulu from WarioWare Gold was hanging onto Young Cricket’s back, then after that, he was by himself. Young Cricket was now standing across from me at a distance, in my court, and he was making all these faces as if he was swooning over me and trying to charm me in some way. At first, I was indifferent but eventually, Young Cricket’s acting seemed to work as I smiled back at him. After that, I woke up.

Dream 440 B - The Parent Rap
I have forgotten the first part of the dream. From where I can remember, I was in my backyard and my parents were saying some really nasty stuff to me while making all these accusative, pointing gestures at me. I decided to start calling for 18-Volt but it took a few tries before he successfully appeared. Just the sight of 18-Volt was enough to send a hush over my nerves. With my parents still going on at me, 18-Volt pulled me to the side and then walked me over to the front yard.

We then walked to the bottom of the court and then half way up the hill leading towards the local primary school. At first, I was going to ask 18-Volt to deal with my parents but then I quickly changed my plan. I said to 18-Volt, “I was hoping that Dreamy WB would be there to dish out the discipline and then you would be there to comfort them afterwards”.

Then dream then showed a holographic projection of a stage in the distance and that’s where 18-Volt was moved to. He had a microphone in his hands and was making a rap based on my parents and how they were treating me; I have totally forgotten the lyrics though. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream 440 A
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No
Dream 440 B
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Morning of October 5, 2018. Friday.

Dream #: 18,918-01. Reading time: 2 min 51 sec. Readability score: 54.



My conscious self as in waking life experiences its annihilation in the non-lucid dream state, and as my subconscious self, I lose viable memory of who I am and the contact with my unconscious mind that I possess in waking life. All that remains within my temporary dream self’s fictitious mind is the subliminal awareness of being in the dream state, and the essence of non-lucid dream control and its dynamics gathered from a lifetime of knowledge of the dream state.

Wanting to liminally return my incomplete dream self essence to at least partial coalescence with my conscious self, I create a school setting to metaphorically learn my way back to my conscious identity to pull myself at least partially out of the illusory dream state into the liminal pre-wakefulness range of a more realistic self-awareness and mode of discernment. The teacher is an unknown female standing near the center of the classroom of which is mostly featureless. I am in the room near the doorway, to its left when facing it. All of the other students (unfamiliar), male and female, several adults and children of different ages, are outside the classroom, in the hall. They are all unsure if they want to enter the classroom but are listening to the teacher. The class is just beginning, so they have time to consider their choices.

I am sitting on the wooden floor with my legs out, with the bottoms of my feet facing the doorway. All that I am wearing is a white t-shirt. I do not feel embarrassed. After all, I am in a dream and not wearing clothes as I sleep in a bed, even if that understanding is only subliminal. (Even as a child, I knew my transient fictitious dream self was not my conscious self as in reality. That may be why I have rarely ever had “bad” dreams other than when biologically premonitory.)

My illusory erroneous “I am” adjusts to the scenario. I am not lucid or holding any essence of my current conscious self identity, but being near the doorway is a factor of liminal emerging consciousness. The preconscious avatar awakens and comes into existence to my left, still malleable and passive. I allow the five youngest denizens (from a prior unification star ritual in a previous lucid dream) to cheerfully enter the classroom and continue behind me to begin their studies. I do not recall the purpose of the lucid ritual in my non-lucidity.

I decide to converse with the preconscious avatar, an unfamiliar male of about thirty in this incarnation, liminally attempting to transform him into a potential dream state reinducer. On the right side of my right foot is a tattoo of a big golden wind-up key. In reality, this side of my body is exposed to my real environment (as I sleep on my left side). Yellow is the color of potentially viable consciousness within the dream state. That is the link to my true self, to my conscious self identity as in waking life, and the potential for my conscious self identity to manifest within my dream self. This wind-up key is autosymbolism (and a liminal reminder that my dream self’s physicality is not real) for beginning the transition of my true conscious self into my fictitious non-lucid dream self so that my conscious will can more viably maintain the simulacrum and perhaps sustain the dream state for a time.

The avatar marvels at my tattoo, and that amuses me.

My precursory lucidity holds his attention, though he does not attempt to dominate the process.

“I got this when I was in New York,” I deliberately lie, though as it is a dream, it could very well become the “real” backstory should my dream last for several more minutes. “The tattoo artist was a man named Gabriel Vartez.” I pull this name out of nowhere. “Vartez” has no familiarity though “Gabrielle” is Zsuzsanna’s middle name (though my dream self still does not viably remember my current conscious self status here). I am describing this fictitious event to him as if it were a significant encounter.

“That’s interesting,” he responds with admiration, “Gary Vartez?”

This erroneous response annoys me, but I do not say anything or indicate my annoyance. Instead, I choose to wake peacefully.

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Non-dream stuff - woke up at about 9:00, remembering one long(ish) non-lucid dream. Some details lost.

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Sequence:
I remember being in a variation of my current home. I was in the kitchen. I remember a big man, he was a friend of ours; I think he was of some african ethnicity but he wasn't that dark - he had short hair and brown eyes and big hands; his girlfriend, who was of similar ethnicity was there too? She had long curly hair and brown eyes also. I think the kitchen lights may have been on, but it was day outside, maybe clear but very early.

I remember they were talking and then it turned into an argument and I joined his girlfriend's side of the argument for some reason. Then I asked him to leave, and I realised I was a bit angry, so I immediately calmed myself down, touched him in the arm, as he was upset too, and I said "I'm sorry about that." - then everyone was a bit calmer and for some reason he had this bag full of chestnuts covered in sugar that had been deep-fried. They looked delicious but I commented that they looked nice, but unfortunately my mouth didn't agree because of all the sugar.

I tried to make light of the situation somehow but either way, I then went through the main hall; the front door was open and as I walked out, the scenery was different from what it should be; our side of the street was still a row of terraced houses but the opposite side was just forest/green, and the road was wider (2 lane instead of single lane) and the pavement was much wider. My partner was parked up to the right in the car. To the left was some sort of factory (maybe tire factory, there is one where I live, but not that close).

The factory was not open, as all its (visitor?) parking spaces outside were empty. I thought it had closed for the day, though the dream-time seemed like morning, my assumption was end of day time in the dream. Opposite to the factory parking spaces was a wide bit where a bus/coach could stop. Then the road did a curve as it went on.

My partner was on the phone and had sunglasses on in the car. Opposite me, the other side of the road was some Korean man, he smiled a lot I think. Some children were playing too, I remember a little girl for some reason. I remember my mood outside was a driven one, I was looking for parking for the man inside the house, and I concluded there was none apart from the factory's spaces, so I walked back in and was going to tell him, but I had some doubts it was "ok" to use those spaces, but I think I could hear my partner's voice saying it was fine, because everyone had left. (another hint that the dream time was end of day, really)

Transition of some kind or missing detail...

I remember being with a group of people, my dad was one of the people but I don't remember who else, I think just dream characters. Of note was a man older than my dad. We were in a mall (this could have been a more obvious dream-sign on its own, plus the presence of my dad) and then we went up some concrete stairs and we were in an overhang tunnel, that went over some street or something. It wasn't very long but had angular corners. I walked next to my dad and as we were crossing, he pulled some sort of lever and the tunnel bridge started to rotate its middle section; I looked behind to see if the other DCs were able to get on.

We walked to the other end and there was a stairwell down. Then I remember being outside of there and it was like some sort of campus... I looked around (I can't remember my motivations or intents) and ended up going down some more stairs into a dark place, a subway. The tracks were at the same level as the platform, i.e. there was no stone/concrete lip over the tracks. There were quite a few people at this tiny platform that was no bigger than a small room. The tunnels were equally dark, maybe brighter somehow. I think I had stepped on someone that was sitting down at some point, though I don't remember apologising, for some reason. I couldn't see them, still.

Then I went down more stairs, to a similar sort of platform, also dark and small with several people waiting. I realised I was in the wrong place "that's the yellow line... I want the blue line" I thought, after seeing a yellow line along the tracks. I went up a level again and concluded that platform wasn't right either. I had the impression that each track was for the same line but went opposite directions.

I got out to the surface again, this campus place, but everything looked... fake, almost plastic-like. I walked along the pavements between the grassy bits and there were people around. I reached a point that had one of those blocks you can hit from Super Mario. The dream started to look a bit Minecraft-y, with voids in certain spots on the ground, sky visible. I fell down by accident into a small void pit but fortunately there were some stone blocks there. I climbed up the opposite side and continued walking.

Dream details are starting to go really fuzzy now, remaining memories of particular note only being one of a sword or something and of walking into a different place.

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Notes:

• When I was thinking why I didn't want the chestnuts the reason was a valid waking-life reason, as I currently have some mouth ulcers that I really shouldn't "feed".
• It is peculiar that chestnuts appeared, especially prepared in such an unusual way. I haven't had chestnuts in quite a while, but I haven't been thinking about them. It may be an automatic craving, as this is about the right time of the year, when we used to have chestnuts at my childhood home.
• The Korean man was a waking-life remnant because a friend of ours was discussing the North Korean leader in passing conversation last night.
• The subway, tracks, etc all were very obvious dream-signs that I missed as always. As I was thinking about that part when I was writing it, I was realising that when I've seen trains recently (mostly in games) I've never remembered to do a RC.