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Dreams from march 19, to 20, 2018

I couldn’t sleep after the second round of dreams for like hours. I slept a little around 6 A M. So I got 2 rounds of dreams and then a little dream in the morning.

Fight with Dad

There was a guy at a computer, making some kind of rap video that was supposed to be funny. He was doing his lyrics, then just sort of hummed over the instrumental, planning his melody. He also had a video where he said something kind of funny with a straight face.

There was another part where my Dad had started smoking cigarettes. I was closing some curtains and then he came in. We were all going to sit with my sister. He said something like he was going to get a pack of cigarettes for 50 dollars. I was mad at him and told him that was so stupid of him to smoke that first one. Now he would obviously be addicted again. But he better quit. People on his side of the family are trying to get me off his case.

They were chasing me and I realized they would definitely beat me up or something. So I ran. I kept looking at doors as I ran, because maybe I could hide in one, but I doubted any would open. I jumped over this railing into a kind of outdoor dining room full of tables. I took some salmon from someone, ate some of it, and then threw it at people.

I damaged some sliding doors so he was putting on new ones. They hung over this bar almost like curtains. He was making sure we didn’t get charged for damaging the room.

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Rattata’s

There was a scene where I was in a library. There was a stack of Magic the Gathering cards. I had to place them with Rattata cards. It seemed like it would take a while to compile a deck, because I had to do each card separately. There was a baby Rattata card that was mandatory, so I put that card. The whole Rattata family was mandatory. I put all those Rattatas and after putting 3, it showed this pile of Rattatas, like a snow man made of Rattatas. There was a specific move written in a box above one of the Rattata cards. The backs of the cards were brown and looked more like Magic the Gathering cards than Pokémon cards.

My user name in this dream is Dark Therapy. I guess it has to do with a forum. I think the name Dark Therapy will weird people out, so I plan on changing it to “Jark Jerapy” or something like that. The Rattata cards had swarm, so they could either all attack together, or all sleep at once. I had to right click to change the card.

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Notes

I had a lot of tension in my legs on this night. Not sure why.



Round 2 of Dreams

I had a list of dreams in my mind but they vanished when I went to record. It is so weird how they can all just vanish like that. I think I have them then, boom, vanished.


There was this part where I was playing some kind of football game. I was in the guard position. They said something about how I would need to defend the running back or something. I was afraid to be hit by whoever was going to come barreling through.

My friend was about to make a touch down but then he stopped. He stopped because the coach had told him he couldn’t score a point from too close or something like that. I was yelling at the coach because this was a lie. And it caused my friend to miss his chance to get a goal. The coach was this thin guy with glasses. There was a pile of dirt on the left side of the end zone. The game field was kind of in my Nana’s back yard. There was a guy telling me he thought my language was mean and maybe that he didn’t want me there any more. I was afraid one guy would call the police on me.

There was this thing about how a lot of people listened to “positive” books in the morning on A I Reader, but I was listening to angry books. There was a woman who needed lots of “positive” or “woo” stuff because she got bored easily. I was judging her harshly for that.

There was something about getting nuts from a jar.

There was something where a Spanish or Latin American guy was in the locker room and needed to borrow some coat hanger things. But the coat hangers were just a long thin metal rod with a little bend to hang them from. There were a handful of them. We were looking for a locker to put them in. The lockers along the sides of the room were too likely for someone to see them and take them. So we picked a locker in the middle of the aisles. This way the guy could use the coat hanger things and put them back and I could grab them later.

Then ☻was there. I was going to try out for the 300 pound weight class (in Physical Matter Waking Consciousness I am 150 to 170 pounds). I felt strong and kind of confident. ☻asked me to do some kind of over head press. I could put my right arm up, but my left arm wouldn’t go very high. There was another part about having kids to Upright Rows. I thought this was a bad idea since I heard Upright Rows are bad for the Rotator Cuffs.

☻said that younger kids can have all this fresh and new excitement for weight lifting, but when people get older, they lose that enthusiasm. I said that I would always have enthusiasm for training, at least until I am 40.

Then we were in this class room thing, with metal fold up chairs. There was a white book on one of the chairs. I think someone got up from one of the chairs. Someone was saying not to get too big or something like that.

At the end, there was something about ☻ in the locker room. He was teaching someone to Lucid, Dream. There was this interview where he showed 6 Lucid, Dreaming abilities. One was something with his face, but then a hoodie, and crab legs. It was called “Crab Hoodie Aspect”. Then the next was called “Dream Mind Control”. And there were 4 more with thumbnails and a picture.

Notes

After that round of dreaming, I couldn’t sleep and just laid in bed for hours. I lost my patience around 4:45 A M and got up, thinking it must be 6 by now. But it was 4:51.

Dreams from March 18 to 19, 2018

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Round 1 of Dreams: Beast Wars, Blue Potato and More!

I couldn’t get all details from the first round of dreams, but here is what I did get.

There are some parts with Beast Wars. In one part, it seems Megatron will be taken to court. There is a hill there. In another part, the Maximals are outside Earth’s Orbit. The dream shows a yellow space ship thing which looks like Cheetor’s. It is like an oval. Cheetor’s gun is supposed to go into it to complete it so it can return to Earth. Optimus is mad at Cheetor because he can’t complete the space ship. Maybe something bad is happening to Earth because of this.

There is a guy on a cafeteria line. It is all stainless steel. The guy is having a huge blue potato cooked. The chef is poking it with a fork. They are saying how it is for his dietary plan. I am unaware it is a dream, but I question this.

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LD: Computer Virus, Stuck on a Wall, Wait… I *AM* Dreaming?!

I forgot the beginning of these dreams but here is where my memory begins.

I am at this new apartment. I have to pay the rent. I keep telling the people I need another day. This goes on for what seems like 3 days. I am expecting my Dad to mail me cash for the rent. My mail is delivered, but the cash isn’t there. I am suspicious that the people who own the apartment are intercepting the rent money.

There is a part where I am with 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢talking about how we both slept over at 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 house. But 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 slept over his mom’s while my apartment is at his Dad’s. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I see my Aunt 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 and sister. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I skate out of that room and I am in a mall. I am actually on skates. I see 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 and I think she might like the way I look with my new beard. I go to talk to her. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I keep skating.

In another part, I am trying to sleep. I am close to falling asleep. However, I know it is mid day, and I haven’t paid the rent. I am just really tired from the previous night of sleeplessness (within the dream). I can’t get the idea of paying the rent out of my head. I decide to just call my Dad and ask him about the rent, then quickly go back to trying to nap. However, it doesn’t go that way. I try to call my Dad, and I can’t quite think of his number. I can get the area code but for the first few digits I am trying to figure out of it is 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢 like my old cell phone or what. I am getting really frustrated because I was supposed to be able to do this quickly and go right back to sleep. But now it is keeping me up. After some difficulty with getting my Dad’s number, and my contacts menu not working, this icon of a stoic Einstein kind of face pops up. It looks very stoic and intellectual, as if to say, anger is primitive, or something. This makes me even more mad because they are clearly just dissociated.

I am on my computer, trying to do something. I have some awareness of having lent my computer to someone earlier. What am I trying to do? I click on some things and a bunch of ads come up. The ads seem to pop up all over the windows I am currently on, as if they become a part of the program I am already on. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I think someone must have downloaded something and got a virus. I think of some things I downloaded that might have got me a virus. Well, okay. It will slow me down, but I will just go to Control, Alt, Delete, and run the task manager. Whatever is creating the pop ups will be a simple dot E X E program and I will be able to end the process and uninstall it. So I press Control, Alt, Delete. Also, I do a reality check. I really think it is waking life, though, and I am just doing a reality check to “build the habit” in case it happens in my dream. My finger doesn’t go through, and I am totally sure I am in waking life.

When I press Control, Alt, Delete, the window that comes up is almost metallic. It is way different than what Control, Alt, Delete brings up in Physical Matter Waking Consciousness. I click through and there is something like Window Manager. What do the windows look like? I find where it says Task manager and try to open that. There are all these tabs with bold black text. What happens after that?

It transports me to where I am standing on this big metal screw on a wall. The metal screw or metal rod is kind of rusty. It pokes out of the wall maybe 6 inches, and is thick enough not to bend under my weight. I am really freaked out. I am convinced it is Physical Matter Waking Consciousness, especially due to my finger not going through. I am really high up on the wall, with only this screw to balance on. There is no way to climb up or down. I continue trying to balance. When I look again, there is some ground 20 to 30 feet down. I definitely don’t want to make that jump. No one is around. I reach up again and I can just reach the edge of the top of the wall. I can get my hand on this blue P V C pipe poking up out of the wall, and maybe on another white P V C pipe. There is not enough grip to do a pullup though. What color is the wall? Blue? I just sort of hang there by my finger tips with my foot on the metal rod. Even without the fear of being stuck there, it is just an uncomfortable position.

I wonder if there are people around. I decide to try screaming out for help. At first I think that people will come hurt me or something. Maybe it is a trap. But I decide to try anyway. I scream really loud, like, “Help! I’m stuck here!” What exactly do I say? After a while of that, I get the idea to just jump down. It seems shorter of a fall. I jump down and land just fine. How high is it? 10 to 20 feet? I land just fine. I am relieved to be down from there. I still think I am in Physical Matter Waking Consciousness.

I think it must be a restaurant I am in. There is a door way up to the front of the room. It is brown with glass panels. It is like a door, a little coat room, and another door. Before I go to it, I notice a bunch of note books on the table. When I look, they are my personal journals, or dream versions of them. I think they are my actual journals and I want to hide them before I leave, so no one reads my private journals. They are titled “guitar memos” in hand writing. Different color covers on spiral note books. I can see some cursive writing in thick green marker in one of them, and other colors in others. It reminds me of my dialogue journals. Some of the covers are ripped. I gather them up and more appear. One appears on the seat. Once I can get them all, I bring them over to this cabinet. The cabinet looks to be in use, but I figure the journals are safer there, than out in the open. I cram them into the cabinet and plan to come back for them later.

Without taking any longer, I run to the front door. I almost expect it to be locked. It turns out to be easy to open, and I get out into the street. What time of day is it? Day or Night? I run left as I exit the door, and hear some people in the building across talking about how someone’s business plan won’t work. What exactly are they saying? I slide down this slippery red velvet carpet, which is kind of fun. When I stop sliding, I kick off and slide some more.

Somewhere in there, I realize I am dreaming. What triggers the lucidity? Just a gradual realization? Once I know it’s a dream, I run and fly. I fly up to a roof. I think it is somewhat light out at this point. There are some people on the roof. I interact with them a little bit. Is there a dog? What else happens before I wake up? I wake up and think through the dreams, pretty amazed at that adventure.

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Round 3 of Dreams: The Importance of the second Reality Check & Reconciliation with Uncle

A lot of beginning parts are missing from my memory, and parts intermittently. I will just write what I do now.

There is definitely a part where I gain lucidity and then lose it again throughout the dream. What happens in that part?

Where my memory starts more clearly, I am in a movie theater. Then I fall asleep. Within the dream, I dream of being in a kitchen. There is some food on the stove. The flame goes really high. Something makes me think it’s a dream, so I finger palm test. Instead of going through, it just feels like I am touching my bones. But because my finger doesn’t come out the other side, I conclude it is Physical Matter Waking Consciousness. There is some water almost boiling. I am listening to something on my phone through the headset. I try the other finger through the other hand and that won’t go through either. Something makes me try a nose pinch breathe. As I walk away from the kitchen, I see some lights on some buildings. I feel my fingers pressing my nostrils shut, and yet, air passes through. Wow! I am dreaming! I am so glad I did that second reality check.

I want to take a bite of this big dessert food that’s there, and change the audio on my head set. Then I am like, maybe the audio that’s already on is fine. I take a bite of the dessert food and maybe some red bacon bits that are there. The kitchen is kind of dim the whole time. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢The dream within the dream ends and I “wake back up” in the movie theater.

On the movie screen, a human cartoon and a Snoopy the dog type of cartoon are eating bacon bits. To my sister, who is at the movie with me, I am like, wow! I can’t believe they are eating bacon bits in this movie! I just dreamed about that! The screen shows the people eating bacon bits but then I can see the bacon bits inside their head. They human and dog go around in the movie world and come to another creature. What kind of creature is it? One of them spits out some bacon bits into a thin sheet of paper kind of shape and trades it with the creature. Then they go on.

In the next part I am running from some people. There is something where a pudgy baby is involved. They are like make sure to give the baby not too much or not to little of something. There is a quiet tan woman who demonstrates how to sleep on your side. She is saying to put one leg on top of the other, not one off a little in front of or in back of the other. They are saying this way its not uncomfortable. She demonstrates it on some kind of couch. What happens next?

Next thing I remember is I wake up in this room at my Nana’s. I talk out loud. Am I recording a dream? Anyway, I notice the door to my room is open. I am embarrassed and worried that people outside my room heard what I was saying.

夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I am looking at a T V screen. My Uncle, who is downstairs, is getting a call from a 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢number. My Uncle is mad because that guy shouldn’t be calling the house, the guy should be using his cell phone. He is saying how that guy doesn’t even have the land line number for my Nana’s house.

Then Uncle 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢comes in my room without a lot of regard for my personal space. It is like because I am a guest there, he doesn’t respect my space. He sits at a desk with a phone and a big stack of money. He is complaining that his girlfriend needs more money. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢I am like you know 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢is right there and you shouldn’t expose her to that stuff. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢is like, “Oh, no, they’re fighting.” I am like, you know, its bad enough you smoke and drink in front of her, and set that bad of an example, but now you are exposing her to all this bad stuff you are saying. I am really mad, and not holding back. I am aware of my harsh tone, and intentionally continue with it, so my point is known. After some time of my scolding, 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢are both crying. I am thinking to myself, well, too bad, it is true! My Uncle stands up and is crying. He stands on the bed and his face is behind some kind of support beam.

He starts to explain why he has so many issues. 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢Then I say something like, yeah, I guess 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢really does affect you guys a lot. What else do we say to each other? I am seeing some shadows on the wall.

I remember thinking that even though he wasn’t attacking me up front, he could come out of nowhere and attack me, any time.

But overall I think this was a really significant dream because I have always fought with Uncle 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢in my dreams. This was not a lucid dream, just a regular or unconscious dream. In some ways I think that makes it even cooler, because it happened on its own. However, I did wonder If it was a dream at one point, while yelling at Uncle 夢ოცნეस夢पनेბები夢But I just convinced myself it wasn’t.

Plant Dream

another dream I remember I have these plants and I'm trying to plant them and it goes with this song that you plant them along with a saw like comes with the plant and there's something with like honey in the planters and like singing I'm singing a song along with the planters but then I'm like I don't know like I don't want any wants to hear this I hear some parts um-hmm

More Uncle Stuff

There was another dream where I was drawing something. What was I drawing? My uncle reached over my shoulder and put a pencil drawing of a spiky monster kind of thing in front of me. I was like, cool, thanks, that’s great. (I saw that as more dreams of getting along better with my Uncle.)

There was another part with my Aunt saying something about having a job where I don’t need to wear my retainer all the time. Like, you could take a day off wearing your teeth. Luckily, there’s a lot of chlorine in the food.

There was a part where I was in a bedroom. The sheets on the bed were grey. I was thinking about this religion where they would beat the crap out of me so I would feel sorry, and then give me forgiveness. I was considering going, then I was like, no, I don’t need the crap beaten out of me. There was a square of sun coming in through the window. I had a recliner chair I wanted to sit in and write. But it was like I had just gotten up and gone to the bathroom, and I wasn’t sure if I should lay down and breathe, or sit up to write, while having breakfast. The idea was that I had the morning and early afternoon to watch a show, do my writing and get some food. Then I had work from the afternoon into the evening, like a restaurant shift. I was trying to get the back of the recliner chair up against the wall. At the store, I needed chicken and/or eggs. I was thinking it would be under a dollar a pound.

There was this other part where I was in the local food store and it was only open seven more minutes. I had on a black ski mask and my orange glasses, but not to rob the place. It was something else. Why did I have that on? There was a bunch of cold medicine on this one shelf. I was looking at it, thinking it sounds like a bad idea. There were like 8 different boxes. I made a joke to the store manager about being there to rob something, but it was a joke. One of the cold medicine boxes said cheap energy. There was a doctor in the store. The doctor’s advice was, “You need to go to sleep.”

Then I was walking down the side walk with these women from the store. I was like, yeah, the doctor is right. I need more sleep. The women were like, yeah, you’re always sleep deprived. So I was like, yeah, but not because I stay up all night on the computer. It’s just the trauma. I think that was a significant insight. I already knew it intellectually but experiencing that conversation in the dream might have helped.

There was another thing where we were walking through my neighborhood. There was this idea of how a person needs to make sure they are working with the trauma effectively. There was a counselor guy who lived on one of the side streets I was working with. I felt triumphant about working with my trauma effectively.
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Had some crazy good dreams last night, and for the first time I became lucid using actual logic and also became lucid again in a false awakening!
Also met my Anima again, twice!

1.
I can't remember exactly how this dream started, but I decided that I was dreaming, spontaneously. I then "woke up", into a false awakening. I immediately became suspicious about whether I was actually awake or not, and did the nose RC. It kind of worked, i could barely breathe through it. I had a look around the room and thought "Right, where am I? How did I get here?" And realised I was probably still dreaming. I looked at my right hand, and watched as my four fingers morphed into five. Definitely dreaming, then.

I ran towards a window and jumped out of it, flying outside. I was in some sort of alien city at night time. The sky was a hazy reddish-purple. There were strange robots and ships in the sky. I moved up or down depending on how I angled my head, but had to flap my arms once or twice to start going back up again.

2.
I was in some strange hotel-like place. There was a girl there who I started a relationship with. She wanted to meet me outside in half an hour so we could go for a night-time walk in the forest. She went for a shower and I went to my room to brush my teeth. To get there, I had to lift up a slate at the bottom of a wall, and crawl under it through a small crawlspace to get to my room. I began struggling to breathe, and when I got to my room I sadly decided I'd have to cancel meeting the girl outside because I couldn't breathe properly.

3.
This seems to have followed on from dream 2. I was suddenly on what appeared to be the moon. I had some friends with me along with the girl from dream 2. There were various kinds of spaceships around us. Other people were there, they owned the spaceships.
I became bored as there seemed to be nothing to do here. I started shouting at my companions, asking them why the f*** we got ourselves stranded on some backwater moon. They informed me that it was all my idea, because I was bored with the hotel.
Makes sense. Don't like your hotel? Leave the planet.
I walked off with my "girlfriend", and started talking to her about stuff. I remembered my last dream and became lucid, but decided to just go with the flow because I liked this girl. As we walked, it became clear that only one part of the planet was like "the moon"- we found a small town or city, that I can only describe as looking Japanese. Modern Japanese, very urban but just not Western-looking at all.
I enjoyed talking to the girl and found there was something familiar about her.


I only realised what was so familiar after I woke up. This girl was my "Anima", or inner feminine spirit, however you call it. I realised that in one of my recent lucid dreams, I had summoned her and asked her to start appearing to me in my dreams more often and to help me maintain lucidity.

3. In this dream, I had a young son- supposedly one year old, but really he acted and looked more like 4 or 5. I didn't realise at the time, but he looked IDENTICAL to how I looked as a toddler, and we got on very well. He listened to everything I had to say and seemed to be in awe of me. I now think that this boy was representing my inner child, a younger version of me that I don't give enough attention to in my adulthood.

I seem to be back in my old house in M---, in the dining room/weight room area (an odd combination that is actually true to life rather than your standard oneiric mash-up). I'm reading a poem that is supposedly by Heine. It’s a sort of varied, complex, allusive thing that somehow manages to be beautiful while also having real matter to it. But as incredible as it is, there’s also a real sense it which it doesn’t speak to modern people anymore. That means there’s an opportunity for a modern take—which is an intimidating prospect since whatever I’d write would inevitably be held up next to this one.

While pursuing this line of thought, I’ve gotten up and started walking towards the front door. The part about the different Chinese dynasties—well, no question what that would have to be now. In the original, it was totally an indirect criticism of his government—you had to be indirect about it in those days.

I now seem to be packing for a trip I’m going to take with some friends. The next part I remember clearly is being in a train station rather like the one in Kassel, waiting for my train. But I notice I haven’t brought my heavy coat with me, and since we’ll be camping, I could really be missing it if the weather turns cold. I also have some plastic boxes, one of which is filled with cheese? Why is this even here?

Looking at an analog clock, I see I still have 20 minutes left before my train arrives, and that’s enough time to pack more sensibly since I only have to go down a hallway to get to my house. I picture the hallway: it’s reminiscent of the one between Penn Station and Madison Square Gardens in NYC.

There seems to be another shift here: I’m now watching a video— like animated drawings, black and white. It’s about three girls, one of whom I know is me, although they are all represented identically. There is also music in the background: a bouzouki playing a cheerful melody.

According to the narration, the three girls created a world together. But this doesn’t seem quite right to me. The images are definitely showing them doing it one at a time, but the narration seems to be referring to it as a single event. Perhaps the video is just showing it that way in order to make the levels of ontological priority clear? No, the video clarifies, it really did happen three separate times. The one who is me did it the first time, and then, a while later, each of the others—but it was somehow harder for them because each time, it had grown colder there.

And now I actually seem to be there, walking through the scenery as it’s snow falls. There are graves there, marked by headstones—the graves of the two other girls, I realize. This does not compute—especially the incongruity with the background music, which has failed to reflect the dark turn this scene has taken and is continuing on as cheerfully as before—and I wake up.

But the last phrase of the music was still clear enough in my memory to where I was able to record it:



As of waking up, it was on its second repetition. My guess is that this isn’t an original creation. It just seems so familiar—but then, so many things in dreams do.

18.3.18

Dreams from march seventeenth to eighteenth, 2018

These dreams made me pull out the guitar the next day so I could play guitar in lucid dreams again. It was so cool.

Groop 1

These were the dreams from the first time I woke up. I think I had a job at a department store like Sears somewhere in there.

My memory starts with this guy (hidden)and some other people on line to get food. (hidden) has prepared some kind of red meat dish. The red meat looks really tender. I am second in line. I seem to get a smaller piece than I expected. I go to try to get another piece. I am picking up an onion out of the tray and saying how I can’t tell the difference between the onion and the meat.

We all go to sit in this room to eat. I am sitting along the side of the wall with some other people. The guy next to me is saying something about (hidden) and how there was some predictions for 2017 and 2018. In the dream it might be 2023. I am skeptical of the whole group at first. But then I am telling the guy next to me how they are good people because they helped me order a ower tool I needed. (hidden)The next parts I can remember are in some class room settings. In the first class room setting, I have some kind of thing that needs to be graded in the teachers office. The class is in session and I am sitting there with the other kids, while the teacher teaches. My plan is to put my head down on the desk, close my eyes, and use telekinesis to move my project around in the teacher’s office. I just hope no one will walk in while it is floating around. This seems like a viable plan.

In the second class room setting, there are students taking turns giving a presentation about apples. The first student goes and finishes. It becomes the next day and another student goes. There is something where I have a text menu on my phone that shows I have 23 to 24 videos. It reminds me of my You Tube channel. I have to select an option from a drop down menu. The lettering is orange and the back ground is white. The selector is a little sideways triangle. There is something about needing a paid account.

Also, in the class room part, there is something about how if I just play a sport, or go into weight lifting, and take classes, and get good grades, it’s like I won’t really be a person on the inside. I will be focused on all these external results but not really looking within myself.

There is something about being at a mall, with signs around.

(hidden)Before I recalled these I was thinking about something with a grey garage door in a walk around the neighborhood. At first I felt like I would totally blank on dream recall for these but they started to flow back to my mind. I think my affirmations helped me stay more optimistic.
(hidden)I woke up from those and thought them through. They seemed to come to me alright. This is a pretty good dream recall compared to other first groops of dreams.

I had some trouble falling back to sleep. I got on my exercise bike and my legs went for what seemed like a while. Then I stretched and fell back to sleep a lot easier. I need to use my exercise bike more anyway since my knees are on the fritz.

Guitar Chords!

Here is a fun L D I had. It started out with me being in a fight with my Dad. Maybe something to do with a chalk board. And I was listening to some Binaural Beats. There was a peaceful woman’s voice playing, giving some kind of instructions for a pre bed meditation. There was also something about how I needed to go into the hall way or bathroom for something, but I didn’t want to get the hall light or night light in my eyes, since this would disturb my sleep. I was also kind of justifying the angry things I said to my Dad, in my mind. I think I went to sleep within the dream? Or did anything else happen? Well, here is the next part I remember.

I find myself in a replica of my basement at 15 Swoo, playing my Ibanez guitar. I realize it is a dream. This is cool. (I am not sure what triggered lucidity but I just suddenly saw it as a dream!)

I am trying to play an E minor chord, without labeling it in my mind as such. My fingers keep slipping to the first fret of the A and D strings though, instead of the second fret. The basement is very brightly lit. I can see some white square across the way. Once I get my fingers to go to the second frets to make an E minor Chord, I think of the D minor chord. However, I put my fingers to what is actually a C major chord, while in the dream, thinking of it as D minor. The sound is really loud and like a previous guitar dream, I fear it will wake my Dad, even though it’s a dream. It sounds cool. I am excited to be playing guitar in a dream, lucidly. I start to realize the dream might lose stability, and wonder what to do.

The affirmation, “My Lucid Dreams last long and remain stable,” comes to my mind. I say this aloud within the dream. It actually works, and the dream seems to get a second wind. That is exciting!

I get up from the guitar, looking at my hands, and repeating this affirmation. I decide that writing it on something in the dream might help. There is a white countertop with a piece of ripped paper over to the side. I find a pencil there and write, “My, Lucid, Dreams,” and then sort of lose interest. The writing comes out pretty clear though.

Next thing I remember is I have my phone in my hand. Where did that come from? Well, I am looking at my phone, knowing it’s a dream. What’s on my phone at first? I flip through the screens to get to Ad Block Browser because I want to try looking up something on my phone in the dream. I am still repeating “My lucid, dreams, last long, and remain stable,” In my mind. The icon for Ad Block Browser is about the same. But instead of the words, it just says A B B. I tap it with my finger, and a screen comes up. I can see the place to put the hyper link and tap there. A little grey touch based key pad pops up. Wow, this dream phone is so similar to my physical phone. A (hidden) type of pod cast is playing. At first, it bothers me, but I just tune it out. (hidden)I begin trying to type in, because I couldn’t find the microphone for speech to text. I am able to type, “How to control an,” and then I am about to type, “L, D,” but then I realize that I should use the full words, not the abbreviation. So, I go to back space the “n” out of the word “an”, and the dream ends.

Notes

I woke up from this and thought it through, pretty excited about it all. My memory of the guitar part is so solid. Somewhere in the dream, I remember the guitar being covered in a white sheet, on a shelf, under some other stuff. I also remembered something about a bright Note Pad screen, and my Dad typing.

Groop 3 of “Dreams”

I had a series of dreams and sleep paralysis sensations take place before recording again.

Dream: 400 Bucks!

The first dream of these I remember is of me at the (hidden)kitchen or dining room. I was sitting there and my Dad gave me an envelope or a card which looked to have money on the side. I think I was complaining about being low on money. At first it looked like just one dollar, but then I saw four hundred dollar bills inside. (hidden)I wondered what it was for. There is something written on the card about the car being worth $5,400. There is some map my Dad wants me to go look up. It’s working kind of funny. At first it was a smaller place, but then showed a whole continent, surrounded by an ocean, kind of badge shaped.

L D: Leaf Blower Trigger

I think I woke up from that, and thought about it. It wasn’t really enough to break sleep paralysis and record, so I just kept it in my head. In the next dream, I am in my bed room of (hidden)I can see a guy getting a leaf blower going outside. I am angry about this starting up. Maybe it is around 3 P M in the dream. I am sitting on the floor. There are two grey bunny rabbits in the room, hopping around. I guess all my practice of doing dream state checks whenever I see or hear leaf blowers kicks in, and I try a finger palm test. I think I might be dreaming. Sure enough, I am dreaming! The finger goes through my palm. Then, I wake up.

O B E Vibrations: Rolled out and Pinned

I thought through that one and got some kind of O B E vibrations. The vibrations come on quickly, and I am rolled out of my bed sooner than expected. I roll out onto the side of the bed nearest the wall, only my bed is rotated 180 degrees and with the head board to the closet, not the opposite wall. I see a kind of white glowy hand as my own hand. I think I might actually be out of body, but I hope it will just become a lucid, dream, like the other times. I can see the window with the black out curtains drawn, so that’s another way I know it’s a dream. There is an orange jug on the floor which isn’t there in waking life.

So I am like, okay, I just rolled out of body. Here I am. I will just stand up and it will be another OOBILD. I start to push myself up and feel if there is a body on the bed, and I am pulled towards the ground. This really scares me because I can’t move. I am not sure what this is. I try to fight it a little bit, but it avails me nothing. Something is holding this “dream body” or “astral body” of mine, down on the floor, on my back.

As I lay here, I can see this sort of hologram of me appear above me. It is wearing a grey shirt. It begins appearing from its feet, then like a door is opening upwards in front of it, its body is slowly revealed from behind the “door”. I wake up from that in my physical bed, a little spooked. Not a total night terror but kind of spooky is all. I have a huge fear that if I go out of body, something will block me from going back into my body, and something else will enter my body right in front of me. Then it will “possess” me or something. So I guess I will see if that really happens or not. Either my belief in this concept will create the experience from my imagination, or there are really entities trying to do this. Or, a mix of both. But I know my dream or non physical exploration will never give me more than I can handle at any one time. And if something like that were ever to happen, whether imaginary, or actual, I am being prepared as we speak.


L D: Who’s the Boss
In the next dream of this groop, I am in a class room. There is a teacher, teaching the class. I realize it is a dream. (What makes me realize it is a dream?) All I remember is he instructs me that I have to go find some information. I have to go find out who the boss is, or why he is the boss. (hidden)I have to put on a metronome and go walk around somewhere, to the beat of the metronome. I vaguely remembering walking around a side walk outside and then returning. (hidden)I look to the boss guy and say something like, “I did it! You’re the boss!” I vaguely remember his face, just that he was a white guy.

O B E Vibrations: Jaw Shock

So I woke up from that and tried to think it through. But then I got more O B E vibrations. These were very intense and also kinda spooky again. But the O B E vibrations that came along probably came before I could form a full memory of the dream.

I was spooked by the sleep paralysis stuff but I just kept telling myself internally to just relax. There are some swishing sounds, and/or some mousey sounds. Then I feel my body really quickly lifted up out of my bed like 4 to 6 feet. This is a lot faster than I am used to, so I am surprised. I feel like I could push into it, but I tell myself to just relax. I don’t resist it or push my way into it. Relaxing lands me back in my bed though.

When I am back in my bed, the vibrations continue. They feel very electrical. I am feeling like shock waves are being sent through my jaw bones. It feels like they are being squeezed. I am still trying to tell myself to just relax. It is more than I am used to but I am confident that it can’t harm me.

Like the last O B E vibrations thing, my bed is rotated 180 degrees, with the head board up to where the closet is. There must be some kind of bluish white light source behind me. I am more spooked now, because it is flickering in this ghastly kind of a way, casting some shadows of a lamp. I am trying to remind myself that the window curtains can’t be drawn, and I can’t see the curtains the way my physical body would be facing in the physical world. So this must be a dream. But I just keep relaxing, instead of getting up to look. Also, I wear a blind fold in waking life, so I shouldn’t be able to see anything. The other main thing I notice is this really low opacity little white cloud, like barely 10% opacity. It seems to float around, but maybe it is something else.

Notes

I stayed still after that last set of O B E vibrations ended, wondering if anything else would come my way, replaying all the dreams and other stuff in my head. I was surprised that I couldn’t remember the L D with the teacher because it may have been more eventful.

I think the jaw shock thing had to do with tension in my jaw. Maybe it released tension from my jaw.

Groop 4 of Dreams

I laid back down on my right side and eventually got to sleep again. For these I just let myself drift and dream, waiting a while to record. The memories were a little jumbled so I will do my best to put them in order.

Bathroom?

The beginning of what I can remember is. I am with (hidden)and other people. We are doing something, maybe watching a show. There is something about how I have O B E’s. Maybe I have an O B E within the dream before that point. I think I was thinking how people need to just have their own experience.

I go into this dream bathroom to go make some dream #1. The dream door has some see through parts. My face looks different, so I make some faces in the mirror. I kind of like it. (hidden)I don’t realize it is a dream from my different face though. There are two toilets. I don’t want to use either because these women are right outside the door, and could see in if they wanted to. Near one toilet, there is a peanut jar full of #1. I wonder who did that.

Spooky Staircase

In the next part I remember, I am walking along (hidden)and I notice someone to the right needs help in their garage, or might. Suddenly I am in their garage. They are kind of startled. I am like, do you need help? They’re like, no, my Dad’s coming to help me. Its like (hidden) or someone tall. They have a standard barbell with a 25 on each side, and some 50 pound plates around.

Next thing I remember is I am running out of there. Except now I am seeing it all from the outside. And a black haired guy has taken my place. The “camera angle” is showing the chase from in front of the person being chased, and showing a longer haired bodybuilder guy chasing him. He reminds me of someone from the local gym I used to see there a lot. Then the long haired guy falls head first down this long set of cement stairs. He sort of slides down them, hitting his head on every step. It becomes somewhat gruesome, and I am noticing the nightmarish turn it has taken. (I’m not sure if I got lucid, but I did something to change the channel, maybe without knowing it was a dream.)

There is also some really spooky screaming voice that comes on as he falls down the stairs. It is like a gruesome monstrous scream. I sort of “turn it off” and it passes.

Oily Candle

There is another part where I am in a truck, driving with some people. I am at the back of the big moving truck, near a ramp. I think I am getting a ride somewhere but the other people are getting a ride from their flight. I’m asking what they’re doing. They seem to want me to stay out of it.

I want to go to a gym. It is night time. There are some store fronts with dark glass windows. Two store fronts are illuminated with yellow. I pass by one gym on my right, thinking, that gym isn’t my gym. Well, if that one is open, mine must not be. I keep walking though, and my gym is also lit up. I think it might not be the best business plan to have two gyms right next door to each other, but I go into my gym.

Instead of working out, I go to the side room of the gym, where they have this video game. But then, instead of playing a video game, I have this writing on some paper I am trying to do something with. What is the writing for? I light a candle. I am hearing something where some lucid, dreaming author is saying something about how the candle wick needs oil on it for it to burn right. I am seeing a candle drip off the sides. The flame burns down the wick. My paper is to the right of the candle, and the words start to melt off it or dissappear from it. What is this about? I am kind of sad now that my words have been erased by the candle.

Then an Asian guy comes in. he is supposed to be the owner or manager. He says please don’t do that. I say something back, maybe about remembering dreams. Maybe it is a dream journal entry. He says he really doesn’t need to know a lot about his dreams. He has an Asian face but stretched out more or twisted. I can sort of picture his face now. There is something about workout partners.

More Spookiness!

I am in the passenger seat going somewhere. There is this little lizard guy walking around on me. He lays on his back and either dies or pretends to die, kind of dramatically. I notice he is on my giraffe pillow.

There is a part with these witch people who are actually bad guys. They have this audio program that they want people to listen to in the morning. They say it is free, any anyone can listen at any time. No one has to wake up at any specific time. I sense they have some ulterior motive.

Then one of the witch ladies with grey hair has this little person running around on their hand. The little person has a head the size of a thimble, and a little thin small body. They run around on their hand and fall over. The lady has her grey hair down over her eyes like some kind of mask. She is saying, “Do you see how small this is?!”

During a lot of these dreams I was thinking of how to get my dream journal done. So for this one I realized it was like 8 or 9 P M. And I was like, oh, man, it’s past bed time, and I haven’t even wrote my dreams, let alone done my waking life recall. Oh, man!

(hidden)
Pickup Artist Guy

(hidden) is doing a You Tube series on how to meet girls. He has it all set up and I am looking onto the You Tube videos. I click on the first video, which is 50 to 60 minutes. I am skipping ahead a little bit and then going back to earlier.

He’s saying he sits on the benches at the bus stop, to prepare to approach women. He has to almost compulsively approach women to prove himself. He sits there to work up his courage. He has this mirror that he holds up and uses it to look at women’s necks to see what they are wearing. Then he prepares some kind of pick up line based on that. Before he goes up to them, he lays on the grass and rips the grass out of the ground to psych himself up. He is saying how he needs to approach women because he is just driven to do so. There’s the idea that the people at the bus stop think he’s weird but he keeps at it anyway.

Then it changes into a talk about this guy who he is really nice to. He is really outgoing towards this fellow, (hidden)He waves to him, and his hand gets really big, like a camera zooming in kind of thing. At some point he makes the guy’s brief case fall in the water though. But the guy doesn’t even mind. Another guy falls in the water too. The guy just jumps in after his brief case, like its no problem. They are on a dock by the water.

Notes

I tried to fall asleep one more time, but that was it.

Thanks guy

I had a dream that featured YouTuber moe sargi, In it, it seemed like i was watching a video of his. I saw a computerized map that showed an island. He was saying how he's going to buy a house on that island. I saw a dot glowing red on the map.

Suddenly I was on a ship going to the island. I was sitting at a large table with Moe. He was counting cash and just randomly handed me $2000 worth of bills. i counted it and was so happy. He seemed drunk and wandered off somewhere. I was contemplating using the money for a trip.

Moe again.

Dream of being in his livestream playing fortnite. Don't remember much.

Jamie

A dream of Jamie that I was looking through her eyes. She was watching my youtube channel. On the screen the view counter said 629. (A number which I use to see a lot randomly when i knew her). I hear her saying, "Robert, You're perfect!". I instantly recognize the sound of her voice even though it's been several years since I have heard it.

Jamie again

I am walking with Jamie in an abandoned house in the dark. I keep thinking she's ignoring me or something. I confront her on it and she says, "I'm not ignoring you, We are just older so it's a little different." She grabs my hand and we start walking into a dark green room.

The wrong movie

I was in my living room wanting to watch a movie. My aunt said to pick something. For some reason I wanted to watch The Dark Tower again so I clicked it and saw the intro. I remember a different intro than the original one and I wondered if I was watching a different cut of the movie.

I walked outside to have a smoke and I was trying to remember the original opening to the movie, with the kids being strapped in chairs. I look through the window into the living room and see someone I know from work sitting there watching TV. I walk inside to say hi to him and that's all I remember.

I'm starting to forget now but I was inside a house . I was being attacked by someone so i called Dawn for help. Dawn ended uo busting through the door and pounding/wrestling the heck out of my attacker which i enjoyed watching. I decided to pull Dawn away when he was done though. He lay on the ground to rest so I took the opportunity to pet his head. He had short gray hair this time. Afterwards we get up and move somewhere else where another dc shows up and starts arguing with Dawn. They go to a different room to fight but I am against it. I ask if he was fighting when I spot them and he says no.

Not caring much anymore I walk away and suddenly a witch pops up. She is about to give me a item or gift like in my dream of the ocean in a ball of water. I tell her i don't believe in magic. She looks at me funny than i let her do as she pleases.

I walk to the front door and open it now. I see a small purple dragon fused with a white bird looking back at me. This feels like a opportunity for another memorable moment. Although im bigger i lay my chest on the back of the dragon and it begins to fly over the fence and above a lake/pond. I see it drop bread into the water filled with ducks and fish. Than feel as it flys higher in order to avoid rectangular pillars. Once the flight is done it lands in a house setting and i can see an inventory in my view.

In my inventory i know i have a precious diamond and plan on giving it to the dragon. "I don't have much but is it okay if i give you this diamond (blue silver) for the ride". The dragon spoke in a female voice and said "No, it's alright. I'll take this instead". I watched as the inventory was switched to the second inventory. It than clicked on a straw basket and took it after thanking me. The inventory ended up disappearing from my view as I wondered if It took the basket to lay a dragon egg

Dream 2

This dream started non lucid. My recall isn't so good but I remember being in a classroom and watching my art teacher ripping off the lever of a spray paint can. She said if we did that the paint would come out quicker. The light blue paint sprayed all on the face of a student. I quickly moved far so she wouldn't spray me but it was lunch time and I moved back ro see what she got. I saw a puff pastry in her bag.

Next thing I recall is I'm dropped within a dream arena. We all have special abilities and I have fun getting through obstacles and overcoming them. There's some trouble with authorities. I can't recall why but I enjoyed this dream.

I painted a quick pic of the purple dragon scene. It's not perfect but i feel it shows enough of the visual side of it.

In this next dream, I was going to J's house when I noticed my crush standing on one of the brick things that lead to her house. I was with my aunt, who greeted my friend's grandmother in perfect Czech and gave her some groceries. I asked J why my crush was there and he said that she was related. I then went to talk to her. She was on the computer, talking about abstract concepts or something like that. I then was challenged to a fight with her grandfather at a shopping center. I said yes apparently, because after that, it cut to him driving by a shopping center, getting out of his golf cart thing, and drinking a blue potion that temporarily restored his youth. All of a sudden, he grew taller, with long locks of bleach blonde hair. His skin was also brighter. It wore off, so he had to drink it again, and then I arrived. We fought for a little while, there was a joke about discounts somewhere in there, and then he left. Me and a friend then investigated the place and found a room that contained a forest. It was apparently a clone of the game Amnesia, but was nothing like it. There was a narrator talking to me about a large source of knowledge that every human could have had if the Earth wasn't in it's way. It then cut to my cat Max having bowel movements. He kept trying to take a crap but couldn't. There was one occasion where he was crapping in the vicinity of my arm. He had placed a back paw on my hand so hard it took about 10 seconds to get him off. He was trying to do it in the position of a peeing male dog. I told my aunt about it and she said the turd was "stuck in there." She then went to remove it. Some while after that I was by the front door when the narrator came back and showed me a globe from the future. I tried to draw a stick man on the now completely warm Antarctica to show the Aliens what humans looked like, but I didn't like the design and erased some of it.

Nine whole months since I joined this forum and I'm still a terrible procrastinator. Now you see why my User Title is the "Master Procrastinator?" So, to all future dream journal bingers out there, PLEASE don't miss more than three days of consecutive dream journalling. It really does do a number on your recall and motivation in general.


Day 26:

Fell asleep at: 2:30 AM

Woke up at: 9:15 AM


Dream 26: Pizza House Party

Going over to the counter (Which has been removed in real life but not in the dream), I pick up four slices of pizza. They have a store-bought cardboard tray, but the pizza itself is restaurant-tier. I go back to the couch along with my dad, and it seems like the couches and coffee table are arranged correctly. I didn't make the connection between the two (The counter being in the wrong place but the furniture in the correct order), which no doubt would've made a solid LD.

I'm not quite satisfied yet. I decide to go get some of the last pizza before everybody else does. Now there's even more pizza on the counter. Everybody else goes to get some more pizza, and I end up only getting about two slices. I think to myself, "Well, I already ate four slices, so..." and just accept it.

I briefly chow down on my second helping. I go over to throw my plate away when I bump into a little white machine with a GPS monitor on it, which is situated in front of my mom's room. My dad tells me to be careful. Guy's got foot problems, and I figured whatever it was, he didn't want me touching. I walk away from it so that I wouldn't be held responsible for it.


Day 27:

Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

Woke up at: 8:00 AM


Dream 27: Jostled by the Mob

Exiting out of the hallways, I make my way into a little outdoor area within my school. An influx of students exit from all sides, all 600+ of them. All of us are headed straight for the staircase outside of the band hall.

Once we get there, I begin to get jostled by a whole bunch of M's friends. I even see the girl who looks an awful lot like my friend's sister, who's the only face I can remember. We all sit down on the stairs that somehow stretch all the way across the building. Some guy is singing an overly emotional song about...something I can't quite remember.

He starts picking out people from the audience to sing along, meanwhile I bust out a calculator that can somehow run GBA-era Pokemon games. Nice. The guy next to me sees what I'm doing, and motions the singer to point at me. He then stares at me playing Pokemon on my calculator and stares at it instead. He then pulls out a calculator and I begin to tink he wants to know how I got it done. Jokes on him, I ain't telling.


Day 28:

Fell asleep at: 4:00 AM

Woke up at: 11:00 AM


Dream 28: Uh...Pups?

A short one. I dreamt that Nemo and Cleo took the forms of two overly large bugs, both yellow in color. I still tried to put them in their cage though.


Dream 29: HANDS OFF, MAN.

I'm in an unknown house. My brother is lying on the floor, minding his own business. The both of us are talking about joining a club or something when he does the unthinkable. The guy gets up, walks over to me, and crushes my babymaker something fierce. You can tell how much I wanted to kill my DC brother after that...

Dream 30: AGAIN?!

I was on the couch, just barely waking up from a dream. My dad and my brother are pacing around the couch, wondering who's gonna take out the pups. My dad elects my brother, who then elects me. I have this stupid half-smiling, half asleep look on my face, trying to convince them that I'm still asleep. I pull out my phone, confident that they'd be none of the wiser. Then my brother kicks me hard, again, in the one bone that matters. You can tell how much I REALLY wanted to kill him after that... Thankfully it was just a dream, so no harm done.


Day 29 & 30:

Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dreams 31 & 32: Nothing

Fragments again.


Day 31:

Fell asleep at: 4:00 AM

Woke up at: 1:00 AM


Dream 33: The Rich Get Asylum

Another narration dream, this time starring the voice of DiGi Valentine. In a corrupt, poverty-stricken city, the ones raking in the dome are the owners of an insane asylum. Extortion, money laundering, and exploitation are their main methods of making money.


Dream 34: T'was A Mirage

I look at the TV, astounded by the fact. My 5-6 year old copy of Super Mario Galaxy 2, scratched to hell and back, is finally functional! Everything is just how I remember it. I grab the controller, but I don't like how loud it is. I lower the volume on my TV using the buttons installed on the TV itself, and then immediately, the game crashes. And then I crash, emotionally. I hate this.


Dream 35: Shirtless and Witless

I start off in a computer lab, the room darkened accompanied with the busying sound of keyboards clacking. The dismissal bell signals the end of the school day. I get up and go through the hallway to the school parking lot. But then I realize something, both my pants and my shirt are missing, leaving me with semi-translucent red underwear.

It was bitterly cold, and I rushed back to class, using my backpack to cover up my half-naked self. Unfortunately for me, the teacher was still in the class. I went to my desk and grabbed my shirt and pants and put them on before she noticed. I waved a polite goodbye and left in relief.

Dreams from march sixteenth to seventeenth, 2018

I had difficulties tonight with my dream recalling. I did my best but it just wasn’t there. The last few nights have been very good and hopefully the following nights will be better.

Round 2 of Dreams

I woke up from these and found myself on my left side, when I had fallen asleep on my right. With some idea that this would dislodge the dream, I still rotated back onto my right side, where my microphone was. I should have stayed still on my left side, thought it through, formed a solid memory of the dream, and then rotated and recorded it. I really regretted that bad move and was pretty mad at myself. My recall of these dreams could have been so much better.

The earliest dream memory from this that I can remember is something with my Nana, Mom and/or Sister. Something do with with eating or not eating.

The next thing I remembered was a detail I am sure I would have gotten if I hadn’t moved too soon. It was a cool one, too. Something to do with Terrosaur, Waspinator, and Star Scream, like the Beast Wars Episode where Star Scream possesses them. There was something about Megatron saying you will never betray me again. And Terrosaur or Star Scream kind of screaming as he is being destroyed or blasted.

Then, in the dream, I was going around trying to get people to listen to me, but no one would. I had some kind of thing to tell everyone, maybe from the previous scene. But no one would listen to me. I remembered some kind of orange gold fish shaped thing, and climbing up on a shelf. This was just on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get it.
There is a thing about how having hair would be an indulgence for monks. I am thinking about this as I drive or travel down B Avenue, near the high school. I am thinking that I don’t chew on my hair all day, so it is different from indulging in food.

Next I remember, I am following this guy down a narrow hall way to his room. He is on some kind of strict monastic diet which relates to the idea of hair being an indulgence. He has some kind of fuse thing that he will lay out and then put the end of it in the water. He will light the other end and then the contraption will create some kind of water pressure or bubbles or heat so that he can swim. He is wearing some kind of wet suit. He is saying how it is not environmentally friendly but he just needs it to swim. The Native Americans are mad at him but he is like, just get off my case! And the swimming device thing is still vibrating in his arms.

What else happens in the middle there?

We get to this lobby kind of thing. I am still thinking monastically. There are some people sitting at this table. I am messing around with this clear plastic bubble wrap balloon thing, thinking that the monks here are so ascetic. This is why I like this monastery. Even moving a finger to them is considered an indulgence. I might not be at that level but I like to aspire to it. I am aware that I don’t have much money. One of the monks, an older, bald fellow, is holding a stack of papers. It looks like they could use a paper clip. There are all these office shelf things on their desk that have paper clips, thumb tacks and that kind of stuff. I want to ask the monk for a penny and then use that penny to buy him a paper clip.

Next thing I remember is a woman there is like, we need to people able to work. I want to do it but it looks like the swimming guy and his room mate are going to do it.

Really Long Dream!!!

I woke up in my physical bed like woah that was one of the longest dreams I ever had all at once. I recalled a few scenes back from the end but couldn’t get back much further. I had a lot of trouble falling back to sleep, so by the time I slept, I was probably really exhausted.

The first thing I remember is of trying to set my Dad up with some M P 3 files. I was trying to think of a way to get them onto his electronic device. I am thinking of setting them up on an S D card and then having him swap out his current S D Card. We were at 1 6 24. He was trying to go do something, maybe somewhere with bridges over water. What was it?

There was a part with G S.

There was a part where I was trying to tell someone about what I have been doing since 2016. Only I was telling them about my life from around 2013 or 2014. Some of my waking life memory got into this, but not exactly accurately. I told them I wasn’t working now. I told them something like I had dropped out of college, but I actually finished college in waking life.

The dream was so long. I forgot so much of it because it was just HUGE. I had no clue any of it was a dream at any moment, but I had some moments within it when I thought I had woken up from the dream, and tried to write it.

In one part I was driving around in some parking lot, like to go to an A T M. I think my friend M was on the phone with some women or something. They were saying something like we don’t want you here. That was one that felt so close to being remembered, but not quite. I tried to be optimistic about how much of the dream memories I would retrieve.

My memory of it gets a little more clear around these parts. I was standing on B P Boulevard, and a friend was driving by us in a white convertible. He stopped for us to get in. I guess we were teenagers because he was definitely under driving age. But his Dad was letting him drive this really nice white convertible. So we all got in there.




So there are two girls and 3 guys in the car. One of the girls is the driver’s girlfriend. The other 3 of us are single. But someone thinks that the remaining girl is dating me or the other guy. But really, the other 3 of us are single.

Then it becomes a talk. N M, M B and G B are there. N M is saying something positive about me and G B is saying I’m a hard worker. I am saying how nothing is panning out on my job search right now. M B is saying how he delivers pizza. He says I should just get into pizza delivery because he gets fat stacks. At one point he is rubbing the side of his head. M B says he makes “fat stacks” delivering pizza and makes a symbol with his hands meant to show the height of his “stacks” (of money).

Then I’m with (personal info) at this place that is like where you pour your own soda at fast food places. There is some chart on the wall. We are carrying ice or pouring drinks, something like that. He is saying how it is a lot of money, like 15 to 25 dollars a delivery. He also says he gets 23 dollars an hour. That seems like a lot to me but I make sense of it using dreamy thinking. The ice feels cold. I am like, what if people don’t tip? And he’s like, yeah, I guess so.

What else happens there?

The part I woke up from involved something in a religious church. The religious music is helpful to me at points in the dream. So I have this whole parchment pamphlet thing out that I am trying to write my own script of religious music. I am thinking it is meant to help people with finances, relationships, and everything in life. I am wondering why I would put so much work into this when I could just listen to it on You Tube. But I continue copying it down in my own order. As I do this I am also journaling the dream so far. I get something like the first half which is already a lot. But then I am working on the whole second half. There is one song that I mark as optional. I realize how much writing this is going to realistically be, and that I will have to pace myself. It is too much writing for one sitting. I am starting to want to get breakfast, and so I try to just jot down some dream notes to come back to little by little. I am feeling overwhelmed by how much writing it is. It seems I have forgotten a lot of the dream.

Notes

Then I woke up in my physical bed, so surprised that I hadn’t recorded any dreams for hours. I was able to think back a few scenes, and didn’t move at all. Due to all the time that had passed, I had to go #1, so that was putting some pressure on me. But I managed to hold it enough to get some detail. At some point, I might have got kicked out of somewhere. I liked having had all the dreams but having them all at once makes it difficult to recall.

There was also a part where I was in a bed and had a container of rocks near my bed. I was trying to use them as crystals.

I tried to recall the dreams by thinking of what I wrote in the scene with the parchment paper, because I was and am pretty sure those notes were of the dreams I actually had. But, I couldn’t really get a clear picture of what I’d written in the dream.

Maybe there was something with M M from N J.

Round 4 of dreams

The first thing I recorded was a song lyric from a song that had been playing the whole final dream. But by the time I started saying it out loud, the second half slipped my mind!

I think I had one dream and thought about it then fell back to sleep. It was hard to fall asleep again. The next dream I remember was of me playing this side scroller video game with Piglet as the character. I could see it pretty vividly during the dream but it was hard to describe upon awakening. There were ladders and cows. It reminded me of a Mario Maker video I saw. As I was watching that, I was like, wait, is this a memory of the previous dream? And then I woke up.

I thought about that and fell back to sleep. There were some people in a convertible. I was standing near a building, maybe trying to go #1. The people in the car looked angry at me. They were like, hey, you, do you have a problem with that? I was like, Huh? With what? And they pointed to some cigarette butts on the grass between them and me. I was like, well, I can’t smell them. So, it’s not as bad as it would be if I smelled them. I hadn’t even noticed them! But the guys were glaring at me. Then I noticed a dark skinned woman sitting in the car, next to one of the guys. I was like, hey, you were in one of my earlier dreams! Did I know this was a dream? I’m not sure. How did she respond to that? I got excited it would help me remember the previous dreams. Then I might have had another short dream.

The last dream I had was of this whole family going somewhere. Was it my family? There was a big moving truck leaving, but from inside the house. This guy I see walking around the neighborhood a lot when I go for walks was there. I heard his voice, and it was really high pitched. (personal info)There was something about how I put popcorn on, but then I was afraid it was on for too long. I was afraid it would burn or explode. I was trying to do something though while the microwave ran. I went into this other room as the moving truck left out the front door of something like my Nana’s house. It was like a closet. For the last few “dream minutes” of this dream, there was some song playing. It was like a dream tune. When I woke up from that, I was relieved I hadn’t really left the popcorn on. I probably could have snoozed some more, but I decided to recall the dreams. I couldn’t get back to sleep after that. I got up around 7:30 A M to start the day.

Oh, in one part, there was something about how I was giving someone my credit card information. I read them the last 4 digits of my account number when they asked for my credit card number. Then they asked me for other verification information. That dream probably came from stressing out over typing my banking information correctly on my little cell phone keypad and having to re try over and over.

Notes

So, those were my dreams!

This is part of a much larger dream. The first part involved an episode of the Amazing World of Gumball where the wattersons had to escape an office building. The next part was in my back yard. I was in a trailer where one of my sheds would be and accidentally ate a magic snowball which made my... ummm... height... grow until I couldn't stand up. It started out okay, but then it eventually became longer than I was tall and I had to lay on the ground. I eventually woke up in the dream and told a friend, who we'll call B, about it. He said he had the exact same dream.

I wake up getting worship by god Girl on Drugs) I stare at there faces as they wake an I escape by darkness

Dreams from March fifteenth to sixteenth, 2018

The dreams tonight had somewhat of a different flavor. I am also paying attention to how I fall asleep now. I think I fall asleep the fastest when I stay still. But sometimes I compulsively fidget. So I am noting how I do with falling asleep and whether or not I stay still.

Earlier Dream Pieces

R S is there. He is doing 100 pound dumbbells on incline. I am seeing if I could do more than him but on flat bench.
C H and R M may also be somewhere in the dream.
A lot of my first dream memories are vague so far.

A Chance with B R

In the first round of dreams I actually go on a date with B R. I have this job I am just starting at, at the same time, within that context. It is like a grocery store job. So she is like, you should go into work. And I’m like, no, I have to wait until I’m scheduled, so I don’t become workaholic. I am taking some apples out of the fridge while we talk. It looks like the apples in my 15 Swoo fridge, except in my room. B R asks another guy a question about himself and I feel insecure that now she is more interested in him than in me. I am thinking I should do affirmations about not being insecure, or being secure, but then if B R found out I did them, she would think it was weird. Like it would “bias the situation”.

When I am done in the fridge, I am sitting diagonal from B R. She is sitting against the adjacent wall, diagonal to my right. I’m hinting to her that I have time off work, so we can connect on a deeper level. I am sort of pointing my knees at her or something. I think I will just be insecure forever.

I mention to her the last time I got carried away with work, a writing project on my birthday. (Dream context.) Since then I have not got carried away with a work project.

Notes

I fell asleep almost using like a WILD method except my mind conked out. I wasn’t trying to WILD, but I was just trying to stay still. Once I stayed still, sleep came on pretty easily.

Long Adventure: Parking Panic, Borrowing Pants, Coloring, Dream Forum

My memory of this dream begins with me parked behind this car. The front of my car is right up to its tail. It must have backed in front of me because I never park that close. Another car is pulled up and about to parallel park behind me. I realize they will probably block me from getting out of the spot by parking too close on either side, and hurry up to get out of there. I hit the ignition and push up into the place where the parallel parking driver is. The cars are red and grey or silver. What kind of cars are they? Who are the other drivers? What road is it on? What else happens after this?

Something with G A comes to mind.

I am in a parking garage after talking to some friends about a job. A T is telling me something about how I have to work hard. I am wearing a white T shirt and doing I T Band stretches by hanging on a beam. Who else is there? What is the job?

At some point some of my clothes get wet. Near some lockers, a woman lends me her clothes to dry myself off. Not her regular clothes but her spare clothes. I see her walk through the hall and thank her for giving me her pants. I realize this sounds awkward in front of other people who don’t know the context, and apologize. What else happens between this and the next part I remembered?

Well, next part is, I am in this class room. I hear three women from high school, E R, A T and maybe another. They are singing this song that goes something like, “Ain’t no tool, just pick up the phone! Ain’t no tool, just pick up the phone!” It is about not being self-sufficient with self-help tools and instead asking others for help. Apparently it is some kind of recovery concert. I’m thinking to myself how since I got into recovery, I have seen so many changes I never would have expected.

Next thing I remember is I am in the class room listening to an African American woman with short black hair say how she doesn’t like the way she looks. She is saying how she doesn’t like her nose and face. I am telling her she looks great, and is probably just judging herself harshly. Without me noticing, her hair gets all these bright yellow highlights in it. I notice the way it looks with her skin color. She continues talking to me about stuff. Then T S comes in. He is wearing a white shirt. He starts talking to me. I ask him to please wait because I am already listening to this woman now. So he waits. Does he disappear?

Next thing I know the woman’s hair is short and spiky. She might become a completely different person. The thing is, I notice the sudden change, just without realizing it could be a dream. Still, I am questioning how it could have happened. It seems to have happened instantly. I am like, did you just change your hair? And she is like, oh, yeah, I just got a quick hair-cut. Throughout all this there is another woman I am trying to impress. I guess by being really nice.

Next in the class room we are all sitting around drawing. I am trying to draw Piccolo from Dragon Ball Z. The sensations of drawing within the dream are pretty vivid but something seems uncoordinated. I am thinking I really need a reference drawing. The woman I’m trying to impress won’t think less of me for using a reference drawing.

Another guy is standing around and there is a seat next to me, so I invite him to come draw. I tell him that he is more than welcome and there are plenty of crayons. (That was nice!) He sits down in the open seat to my right and I pass him some crayons. There are these two really short crayons, the size of a tiny pencil eraser from a clicky pencil. He uncaps one and it draws a whitish grey color. He calls it black though. I guess his vision must be inverted, but still I question that for a moment. The next crayon thing is gold. He calls that one gold. I figure gold must be the same whether colors are normal or inverted. So I am questioning things but making sense of it with dreamy thinking.

Next thing is that people are coming in t take a big class picture. We’re all in a class room and when I look around there are a lot more people than before. They have all these cameras taped together, like a grid of cameras. The idea is that we have to tape together more cameras to be able to take a big picture of everyone. So I decide to jump in and help. I find some fold up tables to use as a work bench for taping together more cameras. (This is funny.) One table is broken or difficult to set up. One of the tables is a reddish kind of wood. One of them works well and that is the one we set up.

At some point my Nana calls me and it is Christmas. I start to think it must be Santa Claus’s birthday or Nana’s birthday but I don’t say happy birthday to either of them. So I think I should say happy birthday to either of them.

There’s a part with these two older program guys at a table talking. They say something that catches my ear. Or something like that. So I am kind of laughing and then they notice I am there. So then they change their conversation and start saying how everyone who goes to the program has to have a “religious experience” in their dream and all this spiritual stuff has to happen to them. They have to have a dream that saves them. I’m overhearing them while looking at this basin of water. It is in a kind of religious room. What comes after that? Do we ever take the picture?

I think I start looking into a cabinet and then I am on a computer. I am browsing a forum about dreams. My user name on the forum is Charles.phone. I am thinking of a dream I had. (I am not sure if I really had this dream or if it was just implanted context. But the dream seemed really familiar.)

I click on a thread and it has a grading chart for my lucid, dream. There are all these numbers next to various aspects of the dream, such as getting lucid and stabilizing. The dream is about being in this under ground place. (Did I ever journal this?) I am thinking, well, I have this whole point system already, I guess I am ready for the competition. Somewhere in there is the word rapping. In my dream journal entry I get a Dialed and then points for attempting to stabilize it.

Then I am reading another person’s dream journal, or a post she has made, about her dream. It is only a few lines. It says, she is on a beach, and there’s someone there. On the beach, she wants to smoke, but she doesn’t know if she should. She ends the post by asking what it means. I get an adrenaline rush and jump to reply, “YOU SHOULDN’T SMOKE!” There’s something about how she wants the beach to be a peaceful place, not a smoky place. Did anything else happen after that?

Notes

I woke up in a funny way. Without me even doing it on purpose, my whole body just contracted and stretched with a big yawn, and I found myself awake. I was not expecting that. So I was like, okay, stay still and think about the dreams! My body doesn’t usually have a wake up surge like that.

When attempting to go back to sleep, I was staying still a while. I was in and out of consciousness and then some small itch came along or some discomfort, and I adjusted. Once I adjusted, I really lost so much progress towards getting to sleep. A little fidget is no small thing! I tried to tell myself I will just adjust this one thing, and then stay perfectly still. But after that, my legs were going wild for a good period of time. Eventually I got them still again and managed to get to sleep. But that one little itch probably cost me like a half hour. I think I fall asleep faster when I stop myself from all the fidgeting so I need to do that, even if its uncomfortable at first.

At the end of that long dream there might have been something with brushing my teeth. That came to mind as I was almost asleep the last time.

Small Buses

This is just a dream flash. There is a school bus going by my house toward the main road. Two more buses are coming the other way down my street. It is raining out. The two school buses going the other way are tiny, like the size of compact cars. They have bright head lights.

I woke up from that realizing it was a dream flash. So I was like, okay, just stay still. And you will be in another dream soon.

Stacking Salmon on the Phone

Another short dream. I am at 1 6 24 and on the men’s meeting line. Someone is having a turn talking and they ask something about what its like to give or receive feedback on a meeting. Someone else says well you already are doing that or something. G or C is on the line. It is dim in the 1 6 24 living room. Then there is something where S doesn’t get a turn to speak in the meeting, but he was moderating. So, he asks if he can speak or check in. So then he is speaking, and in the meeting so we say hey can I check in. So he goes hey guys my boss rejected me today. Then this guy Todd comes in (not anyone I ever heard) and goes, “Hey guys, I’m here!” With no regard for Scott’s share.

While listening, I am stacking these salmon fillets on top of each other. I put them skin to skin, wondering what will happen if I eat the skin. I stack some others fillet to fillet, so they are kind of alternating. I think they are partially cooked. Maybe someone else in the house comments on the salmon.

Telekinesis on a Cantaloupe

In the next dream I am at the Arboretum near the map. The map is a table though, with all these pizzas on it. I walk down the trail with the bubbly trees, thinking it is cool how in my dreams, I can eat whatever I want. All those affirmations that I could eat whatever I want really paid off in a way, without me needing to even eat them in waking life. Somehow I realize this too is a dream, maybe as I walk by the map again, going the other way. The table surface is white. The pizzas are not on the table this time, but I remember them from before I got lucid. I want them to appear again. I quickly think, “Pizzas will appear there!” And then turn around. At first there seems to be nothing, but then I see a tall pizza shaped slice of cantaloupe! Well, close enough, I’ll take it! Just then people start walking out of that middle trail there, and the cantaloupe falls or jumps away.

Telekinesis comes to mind. I put my hand out and try to use Telekinesis to draw the cantaloupe to myself. It flies in my direction but a few feet to my left. I turn around and try again. Then the dream ends.

Fiery OOBILD

As I think through the previous dream, I feel some vibrations and O B E kind of sensations, start to activate. I try to go with them and see what happens.

I am laying on my left side. It is like if I “push” into the bed, and through it a little, I bounce back up, to the “right” which is “up” toward the ceiling. I bounce back and forth like this a little, seeing if anything happens. I hear some voices and feel some prescence in the room. There is some voice phenonmenon taking place. Some voices are whispering, “Yes! Yes!” and other voices are saying “I’m Nervous!” It’s funny because those are my thoughts but I am hearing them as voice phenomena. There is a while strobe light kind of thing here and there. I am like come on we can do this it will be alright, in my “inner” voice.

I roll my right shoulder down so I would be on my front, and this kind of rolls me off where my “bed” would be. There is a table there between my bed and the wall but no pillows like in physical world.

I notice that my dream desk is on fire. It is a bright yellow flame with a hint of orange. It looks kind of holographic. It bounces all around the desk. Behind it is a note book that has the words TRY and another word in big bubble letters. The word TRY is in black. The other word has the letters L and Y and is 3 letters long, but those letters are outlined, but not filled in. I know it is a dream.

I feel heavy and scared. Some things seem to flash and flicker in the room. I think it is really an O B E this time. I manage to pull myself up from the floor to my bed on my elbows, and push myself up. It takes a lot of energy. I am ready to just crawl back into my body, expecting it to be on the bed. However, when I put my arms there, I don’t see a body on the bed. I am kind of relieved that it is just a dream, and not an O B E. I have fear that if I have an O B E, I will be standing outside my physical body and then some other non physical being will fight me off and go into my body. I have never experienced that but it is just a fear. So I am all ready to fight the thing off if need be and go back into my body before it can get in.

The rest of the room is dark. I step over my bed, moving a little more easily now, and go close to my burning desk. More holographic looking flames appear. I try to touch the fire a little bit. I don’t feel heat. But it is something.

Even though I know it’s a dream, and my physical desk isn’t really burning, I still want to put the fire out. I am thinking about how to get water from the bath room to the desk, or what else I could use to put it out. I am basing this all on my expectation of what would be there in Physical Matter Waking Consciousness.

Bright Room

Eventually I was back in my physical body, in my physical bed, or so I thought. Then I noticed the light was on. That couldn’t be the case so this must be a dream. I am glad to have caught it, but I want to lay down and think of the dream so far before I go engage this dream. I figure the L D will be so solid that I will get up and write the whole dream, but within the dream. Well, the dream doesn’t wait around for me. It ends, dropping me back off in Physical Matter Waking Consciousness.

I wonder what would have happened if I had got up. It could have been a fun L D! Well, next time.

Notes

I had really good recall of these dreams. The OOBILD was kind of scary and ominous. And very vivid. I told myself, well, that’s part of being an oneironaut. Exploring the dreams. I am not hurt or anything like that.

So I fell back to sleep after recording the dream, trying to stay still.

Funny Game

Something happens with my sister earlier in the dream. What happens earlier in the dream?

Well, here is where my memory begins. I am looking through this Pokemon screen to select a team of Pokemon. I decide to select a dragon type team. There is a big array of Pokemon that it says are Dragon types. It says Diancie and Cacturne are Dragon types, and this makes sense to me in the dream. In fact it says Diancie is Dragon and Flying but I think it should be Dragon and Fairy. So I scroll through that and select some Pokemon.

Next I remember, I am flying or falling down this side scroller video game level. It is like a free fall. This Star Fox looking thing or eeveelution thing is falling down next to me. It seems like I am supposed to battle it. I get the understanding that it is a ground type eeveelution. When it hits the ground, it will make a big Earth Quake. It has a big body and a small head. It is falling head first.

When we land, it kind of stalls. I am between it and a stone wall. It seems like I won’t be able to jump up to the top of the ground monster thing since it is out of my jumping range. Some how I dodge out of the ground monster’s way and get past it, out into the open. A spring appears like the springs in Mario or Sonic. I jump on that, hoping it will bounce me up on top of the ground monster.

It makes a really funny boing noise and sends me flying off the screen to the right, totally unexpectedly. Then I return from off the screena nd land somewhere near it. I start laughing and realize it’s a dream as I wake up. It just seems really funny to me, the way it bounced me.

So I thought back through that one, and stayed still, to get back to sleep, after recording it.

Chrono Trigger!

How did this dream start? My memory of it begins with me walking out on this World Map of a video game, similar to a Golden Sun world map. It is like a Chrono Trigger game though, with the red character with the sword chucks. I walk onto a spot on the world map that is like a cave, and battle music starts. Then, when I step into the level, it is like a cave, but right when you step into the door, there is a hole you fall into, and lose a life. This seems like a really cruel video game design. I hear a sound effect when I fall in to the hole like when Mario loses a life. The second time I fall into this hole, I look and notice on the top right corner I have 5 lives, like in a Mario game. The third time I go in, I somehow manage to move this grey panel beneath the hole before falling into it. I have no idea how this is possible, but it works, so I go to the left in this video game style cave.

Then the game becomes more 3 D like a Nintendo 64 game. I am walking around by this brown hill with a ledge at the end. I am trying to pause the game or get the camera angle to be from behind me but it doesn’t exactly work. I am controlling the character from outside more telepathically, instead of with a video game controller. I am not aware it is a dream though.

I slowly begin to notice a big shadow of a big monster towering over me from behind. I am like, wow, cool, the video game makes this shadow effect. I try to pause the game to buy some time, but it won’t pause. Then this blue electric jelly fish thing appears in front of me. It seems like something I have to battle.

What else happens after that? I don’t remember if there was more or it just jumps to the next part.

Song

Next thing I remember, I am running or flying alongside this pink humanoid rabbit kind of character. It is either that, or a big dog with a Majin Buu kind of head, all pink. I am thinking of getting an R 4 D S to play Pokemon Sun and moon, but that might not work because it is for D S, not 3 D S.

The pink thing’s head turns red and it speeds way ahead of me. There is this song playing. It goes something like, “If it means something to you, it means something to me. I’ll surrender to you, if you surrender to me.” The first line might be “It means something to you, if it means something to me” which would change the meaning. It has a tune to it that I tried to capture on my voice recorder once I woke up.

I look ahead and there is this big robot head looking thing and it looks like it has a giant cigarette poking out of its mouth. I am speeding straight towards it. I start to realize it could just be a car exhaust pipe. But the way it turns to face me it seems more like a smoker.

Sleeping in a truck

In a brief false awakening, I am sleeping on my front in the back of a truck. My head is hanging down off the back of the truck and I can see the road pass beneath my face. I think to myself, wow, this is a great way to sleep on my front. Almost like a massage table, with no pressure on my face.

Notes

The dream song played for a while in that dream. I had it fresh in my mind once I woke up, but as I laid there thinking through it, I fell back asleep. When I tried to recall the dream, I could get the dream memories, everything I had before, except the song! Only a little of the song came back to me and even then, it was just a guess. What I learned from this, and previous times, was, if there are song lyrics, or If there is some specific kind of phrase, record that right away. Those things have tended to slip my mind more quickly, especially song lyrics, for some reason. Of course, moving to turn on the recorder and speak too soon might dislodge the rest of the dream, so it is a trade off. Got to “play it by ear.”

Notes

I couldn’t get back to sleep after that last dream. It just wasn’t happenin’! After the previous night, I was really looking forward to a similar level of dreaming. Tonight didn’t seem as high a level of dreaming, but last night was like way above average. Tonight was an average amount and of course all the dreams are special in their own way. I don’t know who produces these dreams but it is my favorite channel!

I was forced to stay awake this morning after waking from an amazing dream (carpet fitters coming today). Which is a tad annoying... I really wanted to dive back into the dream.

I remember being in my old high school. It felt half like a normal day in school, and half like it was some sort of reunion.
My old school friend, Calum, was there. What's cool about that is, he passed away a year and a half ago, so it was seriously good to see him. But in the dream, I was not aware of his passing. It was entirely normal to see him.

I remember it came to home time and I left the school with Calum. We were talking about what to do now. He suggested we go play some Call of Duty. I assumed he meant at his house, then it turned out he meant my house, so I was like "Ohh yeah that's fine, I've got Call of Duty: Infinite Warfare. Ohh and by the way, my flatmate says he's gonna get Call of Duty 1, 2 and 3."
It's weird because the thing about my flatmate was a genuine memory from waking life, but none of my other memories seemed to be active, since I didn't question Calum's existence.

Next thing I remember is being back in school the next day. I remember being in a class with Calum and some other people I knew from school.
The girl to the left of me started touching my hand. So I softly stroked her hand back.
Later on, that girl started touching my arm so I put my hand on her hand. I liked it, but because of being in company, I felt really awkward so I was simultaneously looking around and talking to people.
I was never attracted to this girl while in school, but the way she showed affection in this dream was more than enough to make me like her.

I woke up to find I was curled up in a ball, with my hand on my arm in the exact place the girl was touching my arm.

Date of Dream: FRI 16 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 295 - Separated Sections

Dream 295 A - The Dangerous Coast
I don't remember how the dream started. From what I can remember, I was in some grassed area, like a simulation of World 1 in the Mario games but forgot what I was specifically doing. There I saw some Mario characters; I specifically remember Waluigi and Bowser. I also forgot what they were doing. I did eventually realise altogether that I was in a game myself.

I then did some exploring by myself and eventually met up with my mum. We ended up in my version of World 2 which ended up being the beach. We walked down to the coastline and the water there was the bluest you'd ever see, almost like the colour of some gel aqua toothpaste. At first the waves were calm but as the dream progressed, the waves started getting bigger and bigger and for the first time in the dream, I was feeling scared.

It felt like the waves were going to come up to me and wash me away. So as the waves were getting increasingly bigger, I would inch more and more backwards, while my mum did the smart thing and was already standing on the grassed area. The waves did reach my mum though and all her personal belongings went spilling out of her handbag. I managed to save some stuff but the most important item, her purse, was now washed very far out and I was panicking.

For the first time in this dream, I screamed out “Miss T!” in the distressed, most loudest voice I could. A holographic version of Dreamy WB appeared and she stretched an arm out, actually elongating it in this dream, and literally reached under, swatting my mum's purse out of the water, it flying sky-high and then landing on the grass in front of my mum. I have forgotten what else happened in this scene.

My mind is blank on how the next scene started but I can recall what happened in some parts of it. I was planning to go somewhere but had come across a huge hill that I didn't want to expend my energy on. Once again, I called out “Miss T!” further explaining to the awareness why I didn't want to take myself up the hill. I had to call for her a few times this time before she appeared.

Eventually, Dreamy WB did appear in a holographic form, slightly larger than me, but it was a male equivalent (so this must be a Mr. T instead). He gave a smile in the same shape like the female Dreamy WB would and his teeth were in the same neat arrangement. Also, his eyes, nose, and every other feature of him were in the same position and the same shape of the female Dreamy WB. The only thing different about him was the men's haircut, the manly prickles of his skin and the fact that he put on just a little bit of weight. He was wearing a red chequered shirt with plain blue jeans and brown casual shoes.

The male Dreamy WB acted really nice and gentlemanly towards me. I noticed that when he spoke, it was the same speech patterns of the female Dreamy WB, only his voice was different, like some deepening audio filter was in effect. He patted his hands on his thighs twice, inviting me to come and sit on his lap. I climbed up onto him and parked myself, only sitting on one of his legs as he was larger than I thought... So theoretically, a second person could have ridden on him as his left leg was still available.

It was interesting because this time, he didn't use his arms to lock me in place. He did talk to me a for a bit while we were still at the bottom of the hill but I forget what he said. I do remember though that he laughed and rubbed his hand on my shoulder (the one that was furthest away from him). Then he started to ascend and I think the reason for him not locking me in place this time is because he was going very slowly, I never fell off him though and rather stayed pretty still the whole time. Part way through ascending, he looks at me, smiling again, and says “It's just like an elevator”.

I think he was referring to how Dreamy WB is always helping me face my fear and he, as the male version, retains the same memories and thoughts of the female Dreamy WB. They are the same person but the dream just placed a gender effect upon them. So he was hinting how he was ascending just like an elevator typically would, the only difference being slant-ways up a hill and not vertically via a shaft. Just as we got to the top of the hill, that dream ended.

Dream 295 B - Disgrace Of A TAFE Teacher
I don't remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my house but I forgot what I was doing there. The dream then changed so I was at this random house, supposedly for a TAFE class but the instructor is no one that I know of in real life. The class is taking place in a bedroom with many beds in it. One person I remember well was JLy and she received some sort of face mask that had writing on it, apparently it was the things that identify her strengths. It said things like “Chinese”, “Works past required hours”, “High grades”, “Sleeps well”, etc.

I picked up another mask and I knew it was talking about my strengths. The things that were written on my mask were things like “Beautiful figure”, “Very prayerful”, “Powerful mind”. As I was about halfway through reading what was on my mask, the teacher comes and whips it away from me at the speed of lightning. She has this aggravated look on her face and says something like “You don't deserve that mask. The only thing you'll be seeing is God's shadow” and in the dream, I knew that she was talking about a dark side of God.

I was shocked at what she did that I decided to walk out on her at the class; I now thought that was evil and that she was a creep. As I was just outside the bedroom, I whispered to myself, “Geez, I may have shown some disrespect towards God in the past but that is just the lowest of anything I've seen!”. I was out of that house as quick as possible so I wouldn't get into trouble by anyone in there. I thought to myself, “I'd better get out of here before they know I've gone”.

When I was out of the house, I flew past the windows, only to discovered that the red-haired teacher lady was violently peering through one of them, which gave me the fright of my life. I knew she was after me now and so I started calling “Miss T!”, as I scampered away from the property as fast as possible. No matter how fast I went, I always had this internalised fear that the lady would be coming after me. I called for Dreamy WB/Miss T quite a lot of times but nothing was happening.

It felt like I was in my local area when I was outside the lady's house, so I knew which streets to go down to try and get away from it all. I went up the hill towards the school, still desperately calling “Miss T!”. Someone appears but it wasn't who I thought it would be. It was a little chubby girl, still African but I could tell she was a different person, in fact she was just a child! She had her hair tied back in a ponytail, all set in tiny braided strands and she was wearing thick black glasses. She goes to me, “She isn't available at the moment, I'm Miss M” (Miss M was her actual name, not an abbreviation) as she spread her arms out to hug me.

There was some relief in having Miss M appear to help me but after I continued on my way, the problems weren't gone. It subconsciously felt like the lady was hot on my tail again. Although I didn't want to, it felt like I was going towards the vicinity of the house again. Once there in the front yard, the lady was violently looking at me through the window again. Again, I screamed “Miss T!” as I quickly changed direction in an attempt to fly away as fast as I could.

I was dog-paddling in the lower heights of the sky. At one point, I thought I was getting away. I was only flying in one direction but for some weird reason, I was coming towards the house again... Kind of like the idea of the endless stairs in Super Mario 64. I was now screaming louder than ever, “Miss T!!!!!!!”. Still nothing but I am not giving up. Still not being able to escape the perimeters of the house, I scream, “Miss T! Give me a greater distance!”. This time, she actually appears but as she does, I am on my way to waking up.

Dream 295 C - Birthday Girl
I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, my family and I were shopping somewhere in Ferntree Gully but I forgot what we bought. The dream then moved to my other grandparents' house where we were having some sort of family gathering. There was some sort of competition taking place over there where we had to make something original and my dad was the official judge. I made something weird with a lunch container, some foil, and a few strips of plasticine clay. At first he said it wasn't original enough but when he saw the clay, he accepted my entry.

We were then all in the sitting and I thought to myself that I wasn't dressed as well as I could be... I looked a bit scruffy for my usual standards. I decided what I was going to wear and it ended up being a pine-green dress with a cream coloured belt and some green earrings. I went into one of the bedrooms that had a mirror to put my earrings on.

My grandma from my dad's side came into the bedroom to see what I was going. She mentioned something about my birthday but I forgot exactly what it was. She then put a little bag next to me and it was presents from the grandparents. When my grandma left the room, I started to examine what was in it. I was amazed with what they gave me. One present was this entire rainbow pack of jewellery making beads that they had found at Coles. I can't remember what happened after that.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I have signed up for the Lucid dreaming competition, which will be starting from the next dream. During the space of the 2 - 2.5 weeks (how ever long the competition runs for, there will be a counter at the bottom of my journals to help with points and just basic aspects. NOTE: This dream is not a part of the competition period but here is a counter below for this dream as a sample:


Dream 295 A:
Type Of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB/Miss T
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: No

Dream 295 B:
Type Of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB/Miss T
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: No

Dream 295 C:
Type of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: No



Below is just a general sample counter not relating to any of my dreams so far but what it would look like in the time of the competition:

Dream xxx:
Type of Dream: Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: Sly
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Just a bit of an insight (as this is my first competition) as to how my in-dream family are going to help me out. I have selected a panel of three dream guides and a panel of three emergency members. The dream guides will act as normal and will be able to gain points if there are any special tasks for dream guides. The emergency team members can act like dream guides, however, they cannot score points for me when it comes to any dream guide tasks. The main role of the emergency team is to help me out if I am facing a "sudden death" or "no turn-back scenario" and none of the dream guides are available. My self journal rule is that I am only allowed to call one (or more) of the emergency team as a last resort.

Dream Guides:
1. Dreamy WB/Miss T
2. Murray
3. Noah

Emergency Team:
1. Sly
2. Bentley
3. Logan

So for instance, with the summoning task: If I am in a dire situation and I call out "Dreamy WB!", that's 10 points (only if she successfully appears). But if I am in a dire situation and I call "Logan!", he can help me but his contribution will only score 5 points as per a normal DC. In summary, the emergency team are there for when things go horribly bad, even with matters outside competition scoring parameters. Think of the emergency team like Technical Support.

In the future, during the competition, I may improve the counter the show points and other side aspects but for now, the above counters are how they'll be formatted for my initial run.

Now, my fellow team-mates, since I don't know anyone from DreamViews very well, tell me some aspects of your real life appearance or I'll just assume an appearance for you if I do complete any team challenges.