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I am at home and I see people outside. I take a peek and see a group with backpacks sitting outside. I talk to them through the window, they are Brazilian and are a bit lost. They want to stay the night at my house, don't mind sleeping on the floor. But I say absolutely no, they insist, don't understand my attitude. I am freaking out and tell them to please get out of my land and I close the gate. There is one among them who is quite a hunk and I feel kind of sorry to let him go, but I think of my safety and the safety of my furry babies and I insist they can't stay, because I really don't know their intentions.

In London, close to my old friend Stephen. I decide to pass by his door, and it is open. I go upsairs and I hear lots of voices. I turn around, changing my mind, but he appears on top of the stairs and recognizes me. Actually now he is not Stephen anymore but my old friend Joan from Catalunia. I go inside and they are having a slumber party, and my friend Tania is there! When we are ready to sleep, I ask to stay because I don't want to go take a bus, but there is no room and also all my stuff is at the hotel I am staying.

Arriving to NY by boat, with Riverstone and Nighthwak. I don't know where Riverstone is, he is going around meeting other people. I took a shower and I am on the sofa wrapped in a towel watching some romantic live action Disney fairytale. Nighthawk turns it off at the very end when the plot unravels and the prince declares his love to the princess. Or at least I expected so. I complain he turned it off, ahead of the ending. He replies that he thought the movie was over already. I say no, it is obvious that they are in love with each other and he was going to say something. Then I feel like maybe he knew it and that was why he turned it off. There is an awkward silence between us and I realize the hidden meaning of what happened. Then he says ok, but doesn't mean they should be together, she should be with the other guy who says things down to earth, not the enchanted prince because he says poetic stuff or whatever. I disagree. We then sit for lunch at the cafeteria. Love is in the air, despite the BS he just said. The boat reaches the shore and my mom, who was there waiting for us, comes rushing that she has bought tickets for a ferry around Manhattan, but it leaves in a few minutes. She grabs my purse and I run after her, forgetting all my luggage behind. At the dock I tell her I need to get my luggage first, she is upset that the other boat is in 5 mins or so, bit I also get angry that she took my purse with my documents and cell phone and I had to follow her but and leave everything behind. Then she denies having done it and says she doesn't have my purse. I cant believe it. I am going back to the boat to get my luggage and I say we can take some other ferry later and she needs to look for my purse meanwhile. But the boat is gone and I run around looking for it or someone from it. I do meet a girl who was also a passenger and she has the key to a van where all the bags left behind are stored to be taken elsewhere. She allows me to look for mine and there it is. But now I must find my mom again or I am alone, stuck with no documents.

Date: 20/March/2019

First, I dream I am in the library at my school looking out of my window. There is a large field and several Vietnamese men working on the fields. I take out my phone and take a picture of one of them. He looks at me and waves, and I wave back.

In the room, Mr Steed is doing some sort of presentation.

In another dream, we're going from room to room for some sort of Spanish class. I end up speaking Hebrew to someone for some reason as well.

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Watching a reality show to find the best tenant for houses. The best judge is an arab guy, super honest and the only non-racist. He expels an Irish girl that others think is the best option, just because of her ethnicity. But she makes the landlord go crazy, feels entitled to everything, thinks she is an artist although been struggling for years to finish one work with dolls made of corn cobs, accuses fellow competitor of not being an artist, although he clearly is better artist than she is.

Working at a lab that is taken over by bad guys who hide some nasty truth about some product. I sneak in at night to try to prove it. Almost get caught because the big bad boss is visiting. I have to go deeper into lab rooms and end up finding what I want, a room with corpses and samples harvested proving serious damage. I try to examine them, but the visitors are coming and I have to keep moving. They detect someone has been there, I rush to a back exit. There is a guard and a dog, but I have been making friends with the dog who dislikes its owner. So I escape easily and I go to van with my friends waiting for me. The dog actually follows us and wants to come, so we say "jump in" and he does. Then the guard realizes and comes to attack us, mostly wants the dog back.

Back to my dojo for training and it doesn't go so well, I am out of shape, but doing my best. Then at the end there is some kind of funds collection for something, everybody donates some coins. And then some weirdos are coming for a lecture. They say it's time that we get political and I think that's going to end up bad, because some of us are left wing, others right wing and bringing politics into the dojo will divide us. But their agenda is to brainwash people to be homophobic and racist and so they show some slides and pretend they are backed by science, talking complete nonsense about supposed physical differences that make some ethnicities weaker than others and insulting gays with horrible prejudices. I get really angry, I get up and tell them that's a load of crap and I ain't staying another second listening to it and if this sanctioned by sensei he just lost a student. And then the majority of my colleagues also get up and leave. Only a few stay. Then their leader comes after me, angry that I disturbed their little campaign and he keeps popping up on the corridors that I go through. I try to go around him and ignore him, but he wants to hurt me, so I decide to face him and I kick him in the face. One more kick and he is on the ground. Then I beat him until he is literally squashed and unrecognizable as a human being.

Outside there is a large running table and I spot some of my cousins and other family members gathered there. My two uncles look angry and unpleasant as usual, but everybody else seems to be having fun. Then they complain nobody takes their orders but all the pretty girls and younger kids and nice people are constantly making requests that are attended. I think that's karma, because they are so nasty and I don't feel sorry for them.

First dj entry hopefully I'm doing it right.

I had 2 non Ld last night. One about staying over at some guys house, other one was about a survival in some kind of safe house, there was some killing and we had to determine who was the culprit for kidnapping everyone.

I meditated prior to sleep like I usually do and faced a problem that happened before. I'm just too aware and have trouble falling asleep. This happens most if mediate too long although last night's session was pretty short. But anyways what happens is I do feel my body sleeping, it's going numb, almost like sp, but I don't get into sp. I hear some sounds. Third eye area vibrating alot. This lasts for hours and I kind of get a half rest in it like nrem. I think if I just had a rem during it I would be lucid but instead I'm bored in this state limbo. I tried to force a dream by visualizing this time and managed to get some hypnogogic imagery during it and could manipulate it to a certain extent but it just didn't become clear and immersive enough to be called a dream. It's like an almost a dream but missing a few spices. I sas trying to just fall asleep and lose awareness until I could wbtb but had a trouble with that too.

Morning of March 19, 2019. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,083-04. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



This incredible dream sequence is long but with the longer second part offset from a vivid foundation where I eventually mediate and viably control several common REM sleep processes understood since early childhood, atypically in the same dream, yet with no emerging awareness that I am dreaming at any time.

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Sky mediation integrated with window (liminal space division) mediation (which is a form of concurrent environmental monitoring with subliminal RAS/cortex gating):

In the beginning, I am indulging in atypical sky mediation (from indoors rather than outdoors) without viable lucidity. I am in the lounge room of the Stadcor Street house (incorrectly recalled as my present home) and standing near the front windows. This anticipation is low-key. I do not focus on “something coming down from above” as in many past dreams, but I am subliminally manipulating the amount of light and color in the sky. At the same time, I am vaguely aware of an “invisible” video superimposed over one area on the windows, but I focus only on the sky beyond. I consider, without emotion, if the sky represents the “end of the world” (analogous to the “end of the dream state”). Many colors are present, but red and yellow dominates. I gaze at this process for several minutes.

Identity mediation integrated with doorway mediation (as sustaining the dream state) as well as subliminal dream state awareness (the presence of the beds).

I find myself in the King Street mansion in the second floor’s middle room of the east side. I have a false memory of the landlady having changed the way she rents rooms. She now has it so that two people have to occupy each apartment, each paying twenty dollars a week instead of one tenant paying that amount. My false recall is ambiguous, but I consider that she has done this to make up for me having lived there without paying rent for so long. Leonard is sharing the apartment with me. I walk across the hall and see a young platinum blond male in his room near the right side of his bed. He is unsure of who he wants as a flatmate. I suggest my friend Rick (saying his full name) but then consider that Rick might be too old to live with this person and state as such to him. (This does not make much sense, as I perceive Rick as being about twenty years old, even though in reality he is in his fifties as I am.)

I have several different types of keys, one a skeleton key that I joke about with Rick, to determine which one works with the door of my room. There are little keys as well as more obvious house keys. I eventually find the correct one. Rick now seems to have taken Leonard’s place.

From here, I go downstairs (transitional vestibular system correlation). The landlady seems cheerful. Two unknown people stand in the unlit foyer talking to her. I hear the woman say her name, and her last name is the same as mine. I comment on this as I leave the house.

It is now daytime. It turns out that the woman, now a young girl, is my niece. I walk atop a fence (linear vestibular system correlation and mediation of liminal and enigmatic space), and she becomes the vestibular system simulacrum (personification of vestibular system adaptation). She continuously cheerfully talks to me about how I should walk atop it, regarding balance and distance of steps, which now becomes a series of fences. She is usually on one parallel to the one atop which I am walking. I now get the impression that we are walking to school (relearning emerging identity and subliminal cortex awareness).

Two nieces and two nephews (on my father’s side) are present, though they are much younger than they should be. After becoming aware of this scenario without full current conscious self identity, I walk down the sidewalk near the front of an unknown house where two of my nephews are standing. The oldest is talking about how much fun he had surfing recently (a result of reinduction processing which does not continue). I tell him that I saw him surfing in a photograph as if to validate his experience (which seems like a false memory) and he seems puzzled by this as I consider I may be mistaken. The process fails (water not moving, melatonin flow stopping, similar to water lowering waking autosymbolism), and I then meander around the unfamiliar neighborhood until I wake.

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March/19/2019

We were at some place playing some game or something, I think it was tennis. I don't remember most of it.

Next, we're on a bus, leaving. I'm trying to find someone to sit next to. I try to sit next to several people, but they tell me the seat is reserved for someone else. Finally, I sit next to James, but he won't let me sit there, he's saying "my bag is here etc."

Created Monday 18 March 2019

Got a dream and some short lucid dreams to note.

Dream 1 - Shin Shadowrun Tensei

The visuals were dim. I was creeping within the hallways of an industrial facility, pipes exposed in parts of its steel-paneled surfaces. Save for some blinking panels and emergency exit signs, the place was completely unlit. I "remembered" why I was there: I was a Shadowrunner, one of many mercenaries/career criminals contracted for dangerous (often less-than-noble) deeds. My current assignment was to steal some documents, plus whatever else I could make off with as "incentive pay". This all somehow involved facets from Shin Megami Tensei, and indeed, much of the surroundings wouldn't be out of place in that game.

Minutes in, I arrived in a series of winding corridors. Most proceeding exits led into closet-sized rooms. The exemptions were a vault-sized door, as well as an elevator nearby. I figured a "boss fight" was beyond the vault. There wasn't much reason to take that quite yet, so I surveyed more of the structure. I paused at various intervals to become invisible, imitating Chipp Zanuff from Guilty Gear to do as such. That is, yelling "Find Me!" or generally screaming at the top of my lungs. Regardless, it actually seemed to work. But, the moment I laxed, a video-game-esque random event occurred. A command-line screen notified my getting caught by heavily armed and armored guards. I was taken into custody without prompt.

When I come to, I found myself back at the corridors. I was strapped on a gurney, and was being hauled off into the vaulted door. Two guards with futuristic armor and gear stood by the entryway. But, before the door opened, I was suddenly set free. I looked back to my liberator. He was a man with long, brown hair, his face and form mostly concealed by a heavy filter mask and a leather duster, respectively. Before I could speak, he vanished. Not that I had the luxury, for the guards quickly took notice, demanding I stay put. My viewpoint changed to a profile-level, third-person perspective. I hurried off to an exit. Oddly, the guards casually remained in place, glancing elsewhere as I shut the door behind me.

First-person view again. Once I thought I was safe, I investigated my belongs. I discovered I'd lost all of my credits, over 200k's worth, along with some expensive gear. Dismayed at such, I opted to simply "reload" a previous save.

Rewind back to the corridors, my gear recovered. I take the elevator to an upper floor. After some scouting, I found an office workspace. Rows of desks, cabinets, and computers narrowed the otherwise wide room; there wasn't even enough room to partition the place. I looked through every cabinets, diligently prying through the sparse filing folders I'd got my hands on. The target documents, I assumed, were stored in a small red USB stick. But, I found nothing of the sort; each folders were completely empty.

Minutes later, I sensed someone approaching. I changed invisible (loudly, once again). Soon, a janitor arrived, a guy with a black mustache. He didn't suspect anything was amiss, that is, until I moved around him. Still, I was able to go past him without further alerting him.

Then, I stumbled into a waiting/meeting area. It seemed several employees were staying the night, no doubt to catch up on work. They even had sleeping bags and dried food prepared for the occasion. I re-cast invisibility, just in case. But, someone took notice of such, a man with a long, high-bridged nose. He yelled an alert to the others, speaking with a distinctive Australian accent, and gave chase.

I hurried full-sprint back out the office and into an unexplored hallway. The office man was still able to keep pace. Eventually, I made it through a door and to a stairway. In haste, I jumped into a dark corner beneath the ascending stairs, where I again used my powers to fade. The long-nosed man rushed upstairs none-the-wiser.

I decided to wait there until the heat died down. Or, I would've, if the dream hadn't vanished not a minute later.


Scrap Group 1
At a dimly lit hospital room. Soon, a flat-line was heard. I trembled in distress from what that may imply. I then got aware. To relieve myself of tension, I converted that unnerving sound into music. Specifically, Quicksilver from Guilty Gear Isuka. The dream soon collapsed.

False awakening in bed. Only semi-aware (thought this was just a near-dream state). I found I was cuddling with my dream guide, E.

Walking around city streets at night time, the roads illuminated by warm lights. Vehicles passed through occasionally, going to and fro from a small bridge in the distance. Palm trees were lined on grassy median bars in the road. Noticed I was only in bed clothes. I was aware from the start. Took a moment to rub my hands, then to feel out a picket fence randomly placed nearby. Unfortunately, I was too overeager to do crazy stuff. The dream collapsed about half a minute later.

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With my mom, separating and displaying clothes on hangers for selling. I am upset that she put some dress that I like for sale and I remove it. Then we are balancing ourselves and the clothes on top of ironing boards balancing upon other ironing boards. An iron falls to the ground, almost hitting one of our cats. I tell her that it was due to her being distracted, but she didn't even notice. We come down to the ground and we are now on the platform of a train station. On another platform she spots a baby boar and I say "na-uh, it's a pack of boars walking in line." I wanna take a picture but also want to stay at a close distance to the exit, in case they cross the train tracks to our side. My mom is unafraid and walks 'till the edge at the far end of the platform. I notice now that she had Hachi by the leash and ties his leash to some door handles. I run to it as soon as possible, because very likely she didn't tied it well and he might escape. Indeed he gets lose and is about to chase the boars when I get hold of him. Then we get on a train to do some long travel and there are no doors on the wagon, it's very cold and dangerous. We discuss what to use to cover the doors, like a wooden board. Then a fiscal comes by and asks how people are doing and says that this will be solved. Next stop my mom does something stupid like hanging from one hand and swinging outside to pick up something while the train is still in motion. New passengers come in and comment how she is crazy and I agree. Then the doors are finally covered and the train is getting full, so no more cold. Instead some couple of kids with no manners start causing discomfort among passengers and one decides to smoke a fat cigar filling the place with smoke. Everybody complains but he is a bully and threatens everyone. People fear him. I don't. I take his cigar out of his hand and put it out. He is angry and says he will beat me. I say I am not afraid because he is smaller than me and I can kick his ass. Then I recall "oh, and I am purple belt in Kenpo" but immediately feel scared that I don't remember one movement how to fight and may look silly, since I don't practice for a while. But he actually shows respect and wants to know my school. After a while we are best friends. He has a gypsy look with fabulous blue eyes. I end up going to one of his kids birthday party with my cats.

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At some kind of hotel in the country, boars come down a road around the building and everybody goes see it through the windows. I want to take picture, but I get too late, think I only catch a glimpse. Meanwhile someone's walking a dog and the boars pass right by, peacefully.

Go on the subway with some kid and another adult, we're doing some study and I need to ask people money for the purpose of whatever survey we're doing. We check the coins we got from people and some dude comes to rob us. I fight back, he steals my purse. I chase him, we fight. He says I gotta let go and throws the purse far away. I say I don't care about the money (it is very little) I just want to teach him a lesson. And I beat him really bad.

On top of some building with acoustic resonance, it's made of metal structure. It makes a hum with some organic or digital noises. I have a security clearance for access to this building. I detect threats and detect something weird involving one lab where they do genetic stuff, but also some time related search. Some guy robbed a scientist carrying a new formula on a syringe he thought gave him superpowers, but instead it just ages him very fast. He freaks bout, tries to reverse time on the department of time travels. He opens a portal that has consequences for 2022: the economy will shift and poor will get rich, rich will get poor. The people in charge want to fix the interference, but it reaches public knowledge and the people don't want it changed.

Live in a farm in the middle of nowhere. A couple of dudes on an helicopter with a large package dangling under, land and request asylum. I allow them in, but soon realize they are up to no good. I hear them sating they need to get rid of me, I tell them I don't care what they are really up to. They don't buy it. I say I need to take care of my chores and leave them, but one of them goes after me and sees that the farm is a façade for a secret military complex that I keep. I am actually an AI android or some kind of genetically improved super soldier. They get scared, they think they know what project this might be, they are military too maybe. I manage to dodge them and lock myself in a room making a plan for what to do with these two. Then I go to a flying car and simply leave, locking up the compound with them inside.

Date: 16/March/2019

I don't remember much of the dream I had when I took a nap this night, but I do remember that the Ghostbusters were in it.

March/15/2019

I had this dream during my nap.


A teacher from my school, my English teacher who also does sessions on advice for US Admissions, has a US Admissions Duolingo course for us to do for some reason. I'm doing it, and he's asking multiple questions. One of the slides asks "What items will you sell to be able to afford your university education?" There's a bunch of pictures on the slides. One of them is of someone selling their toilet which they never used (then it cuts to me being in the toilet, it's knee deep in water). The other one is of someone sending some sort of frame, I think I remember someone selling a house or something as well. The last slide asks us how much money per year we necessitate to go to college.

There was also a drawing competition or something we had to do, for which I was drawing an apple or something. Eventually, my friend Ed wins the competition but he's not even applying to the USA.

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With my grandpa on a bus that is on a road parallel to the Tagus river in Santarém. The river is so dry, he feels disturbed. I notice the lack of sand under the pillars of the bridge that crosses the river and soon enough part of the bridge collapses, when we were just at the beginning of it. When we fall, the bus lands partially on a platform at the river bed, but dangerously dangling. I call people to our side of the bus to make it tilt and it stays balanced. Then we realize somehow we and the bus have been shrunk and we are now tiny people in a big world. We don't know what to do but we find other tiny people like us. At first they don't want to help us, but I manage to at least converse with them. They seem fine with being tiny.

(A secret dream about my guru)

March/14/2019

There is a bathtub in a hotel room, and we are throwing blankets (like the ones you get on Emirates planes) into it. The blankets are old and rotting, and when we throw them into the bathtub they slowly swell up. There are two people present; a boy and a girl. The boy points at the girl to get in the tub, and I’m sitting next to someone else who bursts out laughing, and she puts her hand on my shoulder. The girl shakes her head and points at something else. I start laughing as well.

There is also a gun in the hotel room with one bullet in it. I shoot out the bullet. At this point, I think “this bullet was so quiet, it doesn't seem real.” But I don’t realize that I’m dreaming at this point in time, and I fall asleep again.

I have now bought my own apartment, and I’m trying to find a job. I go out to a diner with my family and we order glow in the dark drinks. The waitress mentions that they pay $10 for two hours of work over there, and I reply that it sounds great, and she says that she herself gets paid $50 for two hours of work. We take some of the glow in the dark soluble cubes or whatever and I put them in my mouth. They only glow in the dark in a certain orientation. I get a job at McDonalds and I take an elevator down. I am sort of travelling in this elevator which moves horizontally as well as vertically now.

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The next dream is absolutely insane. Essentially, I dream that I’m in the apartment in Bangalore, can’t remember whether on my current bed (the really hard one) or the other soft bed (which I have images of from my dream), and that I’ve just done a wake-back-to-bed and I’m falling asleep. I now start slowly tapping my fingers as I fall asleep, and soon I begin to feel my body getting fuzzy, sort of like a mild version of paraesthesia. I lift my hand to my nose and pinch it shut, exhale, and confirm I’m in a dream. I enter my dream and rise in my bed, and the first thing I decide to do is change location. Now, this dream within my dream is different to my actual dream. It’s fuzzier and almost cozier. This “false” dream is to my dream what the latter is to real life, for me. In the falsely lucid dream, I begin to try to manipulate my surroundings but I find a lack of organization or control in my thoughts. Then, promptly, after managing to change my location from that of my room to that of somewhere else (I can’t remember where), I wake up in real life. I think I tried to spawn in someone but I recall that whatever I do in the dream was ineffective or it did not work as vividly as I wanted it to. I start thinking when I wake up how I need to be more planned as to what I want to explore in my lucid dreams, maybe I can spawn in some friends like JoJay (who would assumedly appear in the form of Darkbeast Paarl, not to mention in 30FPS) or try and visit older dreams (like the theme park ones, or the antique store tiger). It doesn’t even occur to me that I’m still in a dream! I then switch open my laptop and voice chat online with JoJay, and I tell him about my lucid dreaming adventures. He’s finished watching Ghostbusters, and he’s telling me about how he liked the Staypuft Marshmallow man scene, and that he went and watched a new Ghostbusters movie as well [which doesn’t exist in real life].

Then I wake up for real, now I’m in real life. I know it’s real life, I can intuitively tell, but I decide to pinch my nose and try to exhale anyways. I can’t do it; it’s real life. I start thinking about how I’ve successfully induced my first lucid dream, but my celebration is short because as the dream starts to flow back into my memory, I begin to realize that what I’ve just experienced is uncharted territory, personally at least. I check my watch and the time is 2:09AM. I set my wake-back-to-bed alarm for 2:22AM. I then begin to realize… I’ve just dreamed that I induced a lucid dream.

See, I know all about false awakenings - when you wake up, go brush your teeth, and then halfway through your shower, you wake up for real. You just dreamed everything you normally do in the morning. Those usually follow another dream, and it’s the brain’s hypnopompic hallucinations’ answer to general routine. But never before have I coherently dreamed that I was lucid dreaming with an exposition, climax, and conclusive aftermath. I think I’ve only pulled off one or two successful FILD (finger tapping) attempts. One of them was last week, and it was on a weekday (which is bizarre for me) and the other was the other FILD-within-a-dream experience that I had. That’s the one I had in Tanzania when I dreamed I was doing FILD and then consequently gained lucidity with a nose pinch reality check.

The mind-blowing question, which pains me to think about in relation to the dream, is extremely simple; “Was I lucid?” Usually whenever I see metalucidity in dreams mentioned, it’s generally some sort of DILD (dream-induced lucid dream) or WILD (wake-induced lucid dream) which is succeeded by a false awakening, and the person in question incorrectly thinks that they’ve just had a dream-within-a-dream. For the purposes of general lucid dream theory, we can split one night’s dream content into several distinct dreams, usually divided not just by context and topic but also lucidity and REM cycle. In this case, the lucid dream and the false awakening are separate dreams. But in my case, my lucid dreaming attempt was one conclusive dream in which the happenings before and after the dream reflected the happenings within the false lucid dream. Whether or not my conscious was really controlling my surroundings is really hard to understand in this scenario. With dream incubation, you can successfully disprove the hypothesis that what happens in a lucid dream isn’t controlled and the perceiver just thinks it is. That’s because you’re able to decide during the day “I’m going to go to Disneyland in my dream,” and then go to Disneyland in your dream that night.

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Rinpoche comes to meet me at a University library. We're supposed to do some research on some books he previously asked me to pick up. He holds my hand and kisses it. I go pick up some more books and I encounter some people, like Axman, who want to know what I am up to. I tell them I am with Rinpoche, they don't believe me. I don't care. But when I join Rinpoche at the table he is already surrounded by other students. I have to seat quietly at another table and just hand him the books. He marks down parts of texts for me. Then we all pack our bags and have to go, but I am not in a hurry, so we exchange some languish looks as we depart.
Then a colleague comes to me with a video on her smartphone that she wants me to see, about some weird animal sanctuary. Then it becomes like a live hologram in my hands and I watch a nest of hatching eggs as if they are in my hands. Rinpoche comes to me and asks what it is. Then the hologram becomes real and he tells me to eat some of those eggs. First I say I don't want to, because it is some living beings, but then I realize it is all just a dream, so no harm will be done. The creatures coming out of the eggs are viscous and slimy with tentacles. He grabs a bunch of eggs with creatures coming out and puts them in my mouth. One I swallow immediately, then he says to chew on the rest which I do, it's kinda bitter and slimy, but I don't flinch and eventually I swallow it all.

Morning of March 14, 2019. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,078-04. Reading time: 2 min 16 sec.



I find a necklace with an ancient stone that supposedly gives the owner divinity. An incantation must be read and spoken to bring about this divinity. (I do not recall the words.)

I am in a room without much lighting with several unknown people and a big wooden table. I clearly announce that anyone who can make a book come to them (with mental powers alone) has divinity. A priest mentally tries to move a book across a table, but nothing happens. I hold my hand palm down a few feet above a different book, and it quickly rises into the air and slams against the palm of my hand. The tangibility is incredibly realistic. The other people express puzzlement and amazement.

There is a vivid segment where Zsuzsanna walks around nude in an unknown residence (implied to be where she lived before we made contact, appearing as she was then). The detail is realistic. We embrace. Later, she is dressed and walking with me in an unknown public location, but she does not seem to know where she is. She tells me that she cannot remember anything. I touch her on the center of her forehead, and she shudders and then tells me she remembers the last 20 years or so. (Although this is a projected play on the dream self typically losing conscious self identity, it does not trigger concurrent dream state awareness.)

I go into an unfamiliar tavern with an unrealistically long counter and heal several people. I see Samuel L. Jackson sitting at the end of the bar. I talk with him for several minutes. His right kneecap is damaged, and he has a walking cane. I touch him on the right side of his right knee and heal his leg. (A similar event happened with Zsuzsanna when we were first together.)

There is an offset segment that makes little sense about me having a marriage certificate related to Zsuzsanna’s mother rather than her. I perceive it as being under our present house, on the ground with some other items below where we sleep. In a dream within a dream, I ask an unknown person when the real marriage certificate will replace it. (It likely relates to typical distortions of identity in the dream state.)

My dream revivifies with the Naiad/Oceanid factor. I walk out onto a big beach at night, though the whole area also seems to be indoors with a “ceiling” far above. I run around undressed and barefoot on the water. I enjoy running on the water’s surface even though some of the waves are several inches high and the water is deep. I consider if the splashes of ocean life near the surface are sharks, but there is no perceived threat or wariness. Other people eventually join me. We cheerfully run around on the surface of the water for several minutes.

Eventually, the preconscious simulacrum appears on the shore, and I instinctively walk to it for the coalescence process (RAS gating). It is an unknown male. He tells me that I was intelligent in not wearing the necklace but only performing the incantation, giving me divinity. I walk with him and others to the exit point of my dream, a doorway ambiguously rendered on the beach, now with more of an indoor essence. Typical water lowering autosymbolism follows. I merge with the preconscious and the remaining dream characters and wake.

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