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Have some kind of portals that allow me to go into different places undetected because I can come out invisible if I want.
I first go to a place where lots of animals roam, become friend with a tiny pigmee monkey, he has some skin disease and is infested with parasites. I try my best to remove them and he sits still. Then I realize the insects are scary. There is a huge praying mantis close by and then another big bug, the size of a cat, looking like a dinosaur, comes to eat it. Then I spot a few more dinossaur like creatures, like a couple of dog-sized t-rex fighting each other.
I dont feel very safe here. I go through a portal and get to another location. Recognize it as the house of this lady I know, who is a hoarder and has dozens of animals. I want to be invisible as she is there with someone else. I just go from room to room to check on the animals, but I keep bumping and dragging stuff she has around and she senses my presence, thinks I am an angel and tries to communicate with me. I fly outside to her terrace and from there jump to the roof and find some other terraces and balconies. I spot some cool artsy place like a club or association whose symbol or mascot is a sexy cartoon female cat. I stop being invisible and I am welcomed by a friendly lady who shows me where is the bathroom, but there is some famous guy injecting some drugs and complaining I didn't knock before entering. She says she is so sorry and takes me elsewhere. I get to some other place and it is my own home and my boyfriend is waiting for me. He is tall, fit, dark hair and dark eyes, smooth white skin and I get instantly horny. He is also missing me a lot and also feels horny. We fuck, without even removing all the clothing. I scream with pleasure. He has a beautiful and well proportionate dick. We laugh and kiss and I instantly feel horny again and he says no problem, we go for a second round immediately. But the door opens and it's his mom and some friends. We look at each other awkwardly. They close the door. There was some surprise party planned or something, and people had already arrived. I feel a bit embarrassed but we are so in love, we just want to ignore them and continue.

Morning of January 19, 2019. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,024-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



Many years of viable memory dissolve in my conscious self’s annihilation in the dream state as access to my unconscious mind is blocked by the preconscious to allow for rejuvenation in sleep. However, in eventually entering REM sleep, I do recall Zsuzsanna and her essence, though my dream implies we had not yet met (even though we have been married for over 20 years in reality).

There is a backstory that we are to meet and possibly marry in North Korea. For a time, I am confused. Maybe it is meant to be South Korea. However, the main focus is on North Korea, and the map seems to imply an area near Singye County.

Throughout my dream, I remain hesitant about going to North Korea. There are thoughts based on distortions of content from the American drama series “Colony” that we watched last night (though my dream self does not perceive the legitimate source), the second two episodes of the first season (“A Brave New World,” and “98 Seconds”).

In my dream, I live in America, although there is no further definition of what region. I do not recall or consider the existence of Australia or that I have lived here for over 20 years, and I do not perceive Zsuzsanna as a lifetime resident of Australia.

It seems that many tourists visit North Korea without problems, but there are rules. I read brochures about how tourists are expected to act.

Eventually, I enter the [inherited non-linear vestibular system correlation] process of this dream. I board an airplane (a supposed jet airliner), though the layout is more like a bus, where the pilot, an unfamiliar man of about 30, sits in front of me. There are vivid and pleasant sensations of movement as the airplane taxis down the runway and rises into the afternoon sky. The pilot seems cheerful and confident.

To my right, across the aisle and also at the front are two unfamiliar women in their thirties who start talking about misadventures with cockroaches. The pilot patiently asks them to stop talking, saying that it is breaking his concentration, though there is no feeling of imminent danger. I slowly and softly wake from this point. There is a stage where I hear his voice and feel the imaginary movements of the airplane, but there is no imagery.

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The pilot is the vestibular system simulacrum. The unknown females are factors of the interconsciousness. While the raw preconscious (and sometimes the interconsciousness) often dominates or “intrudes,” it does not typically do so in this type of process because I am closer to the subliminal anticipation of consciousness reinitiation and willing to re-establish the legitimate physicality of waking life. In some instances, the vestibular system avatar works against the dreamer, including when interconsciousness threads are present, while in other cases it works against interconsciousness threads as it does here. The determining cause seems to be ultradian rhythm as well as the incidental level of passivity in contrast to any willful intent of unhealthily sustaining sleep.

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At some big mall. I meet my aunt Lisa, Carlos and their kids. She looks embarrassed to see me. Says she has been going to a doctor, has some health problems, potentially bad. That's why she is with her ex-husband and kids.
I see some people making a fuss at the door of a restroom. Some health inspector comes take note of the situation, I go see what it is. The bathroom has half a dozen toilets but all side by side without divisions and only a sliding curtain separating those waiting in line. Even more weird is that the toilets are high tech, with screens and wifi and conference calls and games, but no privacy.

I meet Ana Sofia and some friends at a cafeteria and I decide to join them. I try to eat something, but grab an egg sandwich to go. We go outside and I realize we're in Paris. It is crowded and at some point people are organizing a protest with very lights and the police is starting to get in position to crack down on them. We decide to get the hell out of there but we get separated in the confusion.
I am with some girl who has a map of the city and we try to think where the others were going. I see amazing monuments and buildings I had never seen and look for my camera. We get to a terrace with view to a magnificent area of the river, where we go on some boat with historical meaning and which takes us to see a wall on the other side of the river with amazing reliefs and paintings. There is some renowned stylist directing a photo shoot and his dog comes to the border of the boat to sniff people and befriends me. Then we hear a huge boom and the boat his hit by a big wave full of debris. I see people in the water in the middle of the debris. Our boat makes a very quick u-turn and leaves us back at the dock. They tell us another boat exploded, maybe a terrorist attack. Some people are crying because their family was in it. Everybody is scared and dispersing. My friend hands me my stuff and asks what we should do next.

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A scene like Charlie's Angels, with mom or friends. We are leaving some restaurant or BnB and some bad dudes are coming in and we notice them. We pretend to leave but we just park our cars strategically out of sight and stay behind to watch them and then do something to interfere with their plans.

Some love story between some young lady and a young guy. They lie naked in bed, there is so much love. Some day he becomes paralyzed, no reaction, lifeless. Everybody comes to pay respects thinking he is dead, but she refuses to bury him. She sings for him, talks to him, everyone thinks she's gone nuts, but he is not decomposing. Then one day he slowly starts regaining movement and tries to communicate, but there's lots of people in the house. There is one guy who has always hoped to conquer the love of the lady and she is considering maybe allow him in her life. Meanwhile the guy in the bed has gained awareness and his moving his hands, trying to make some noise to get her attention. He is not having much success so he uses telekinesis and starts throwing things around and making a mess. Then I see this story is a movie I am watching and it goes to commercials. My mom sends me a message, needs me to pick her up and take her somewhere, so I stop watching the movie and go get her in a tiny bike.

I am attending my guru's teachings, it's the last day and everybody is dressed up and I am not. But I am in my hotel room and start trying amazing dresses. I take so long to choose one, that meanwhile everybody's gone. Then the yellow dress that I chose becomes a kind of evil suit that grows green tissue over my skin, including a hoodie over my head. I look in the mirror and I look like a scary elf. I rip it off, but it grows back again and again. I am freaking out.

Then it gets dark and I am on the streets, sitting on a bench. Two cars from some gang pass by slowly. I avoid eye contact but one guy comes out and looks interested in me. I get up and start walking away. I look back and a guy starts throwing knives at me. I dodge all the knives, then escape to some alley but he keeps coming. He comes closer, but then sits down and hints that he won't hurt me. I hide behind some wall but peak to see what he is all about. He takes out some candy, like waffle with chocolate and ice cream. I dislike but accept and eat along with him. He asks questions, we talk nonsense. Then some girl joins, talks about hard life in the hood, we agree it will get much worse in the near future. Then everybody is running on the street and saying "You don't know? It's Patricia." And we go to the end of the street and see a projection in the sky honoring the fallen from the Hunger Games. Then this girl takes me in. She rescues and nurses mutant and monstrous animals, but they are actually adorable creatures. She puts to bed a kind of centipede with many heads that looks like a plush toy. I cuddle the centipede and all its heads jump on me and lick me like puppies and dozens of other creatures appear jumping and get all over me. So cute.

Morning of January 17, 2019. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,022-02. Reading time: 1 min 50 sec.



An unclear backstory forms as I become vaguely aware of my imaginary dream state existence. Zsuzsanna is with me. We go into the house that was south of my Cubitis home. Unfamiliar people are presently moving into that house. Lisa had moved out recently, but there is no legitimate focus on her or our past. Zsuzsanna and I walk around inside the house.

Walking through all the rooms (even though this is an imposition, as the others are moving in), we eventually come to a doorway that leads to the outdoor staircase that comes out from the north side of the northeast corner of the house. I dwell on focusing on the backyard of my Cubitis home. It seems to be the afternoon. I am cheerful and consider that I have not ever looked at my home from this specific viewpoint, at least in a very long time, that is, from the top of the stairs of the neighbors’ house.

I continue to feel a sense of well-being and soon wake.

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Valid threads: This dream’s only correct thread is that my infra-self maintains a realization of my marriage to Zsuzsanna.

Invalid or missing threads: I have no threads of recall of where Zsuzsanna and I ever lived since my time in Australia and no discernment of the fact that she has never been to America. Lisa’s house in my dream was nothing like it was in waking life and she and her parents moved in 1975, three years before I moved to Wisconsin. It was only one story and had no staircase (though a staircase represents the opportunity to vivify the dream or return to sleep or to initiate conscious awareness of the dream state). I also have no recall that she had a younger sister (though this recall is almost always missing).

Dreaming and waking processes: [inherited transitional vestibular system correlation] Curiously, I act as if I am functionally aware I am dreaming by maintaining the staircase factor and even focusing on the nuances, yet I am not lucid. (I call this “faux lucidity.”) I do not descend the stairs, and as a result, my dream does not vivify or continue with consciousness integration. The King Street mansion is typically used for this (often deliberately when I am already semi-aware), though in rare cases, Rose Street is. (I have not lived there since I was six years of age. It is when I first used staircase reinduction).

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Today, on Twitter, another poster had a dream with identical processes (and intent) with a slightly different outcome: (LINK). Experiencing the same autosymbolic dream state processes as other posters (especially on Twitter) happens continuously, but I do not usually point it out, especially when it is such a common factor as in this case.

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I'm a pirate captain leading a raid somewhere on someone.

At Sis1's place now. We're having a discussion on veganism with a robust tanned looking guy called Adam, he has long brown hair and a big beard.

I also dreamed about Bro1 and his wife last night although not sure what.


I must crawl before I can walk. To regain my skills in oobe, I feel I need to re-learn Lucid dreaming first. To re-learn lucid dreaming I need to focus on learning how to dream. Once I am solidly remembering a dream every sleep cycle or more in good detail, then I will work on lucid dreaming.

Of course, Increasing self-awareness starts today and will be apart of my plan. ADA, ADSA and RRC's are all part of the plan.

I dreamed that I was entering a museum to meet up with some family members who had arrived before me.

As I entered, I saw another person talking to a staff member over the reception desk, however I walk past the reception and confidently stride past the reception down the hallway to the museum forgetting, that I had to get a ticket. Perhaps it was due to my quick confident stride but the reception lady didn't stop me.

I know that I was at the museum a week earlier and I quickly pass through the exhibits briefly looking at one of them. One exhibit catches my eye, its what looks like to be artisticly created large protein molecules in 3d, beautifully coloured. I spend a minute to admire all the unique structures.

finally, I catch up to my Dad who's reclining on a antique bed while reading his Kindle. On the other side of the room is a tourist information desk with a middle aged lady with neck length blonde hair, quite heavy set and strong looking. I sit down on a chair near her and chat to Dad about relationship stuff.

"What do you think of 'this' and 'that' girl?" He throws out a couple names. "Dad, I'm happy being single, seriously, I'm at a point in life where I need to focus on other things". We debated back and forth a bit.

At a gap in our conversation, the lady in the desk behind me speaks up. "Do you have your ticket on you?" My mind immediately races a hundred miles a hour as I realise I didn't get one. Feeling to scared, afraid and ashamed to say the truth I lie convincingly and declare, "Yeah" and wave her question off. "Oh, of course" she nods her head.

Then, my Mother and Sister Han turn up. I look up at Hannah from where I sit and admire her strong white teeth. Her teeth are doing well all things considered, despite the small amounts of decay I notice between her two front teeth.

I get tired of the family dialogue dramas of which I don't remember the minor details and decide to leave the museum.

I walk up a near hall way and seem to wander into a construction zone. "No, don't go there, its a construction zone!" the staff lady who asked me about the ticket earlier was right behind me. "Ah, ok" I turn back and head up a different passageway. "Not there either, there's electrical hazards up that passageway" she says irritated now. "Oh, Right, sorry 'bout that". I look about with bleary confused dream eyes and see another passageway with I'm sure is the exit!

This passageway takes me underneath a roll down garage door and suddenly, I realise that I'm in the loading zone for the library as theirs a truck ahead of me. "Confused and alarmed I turn around to see the garage roll down door closing. "STOoooop closing the dooor I'm in here!" I scream out as I dive at the closing door only to have it close off on me. A second later, it re-opens and the lady appears, not too happy to see me.

I'm very apologetic now and apologise to her while walking past. She growls and says, "Not happening on my watch, I don't want that failure on the books" ( Not sure what she meant ) and proceeded to trap me between the garage roll down door and a plastic drape which helped seal the door. I struggle valiantly thinking, "No, I can't let her kill me like this". However, my dream body loses the struggle due to lack of 'air' and I lose consciousness in the dream and wake up.

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I have a FA in Riverstone's room. It's dark and I can't find any lights, There is a flashlight but also does not work. I hear scary monster sounds. I go check what it is, I get lucid, but still feel a bit scared. I see a dark figure, think it is the monster, hit it with the flashlight. Light comes up and no monster, just kittens all over, even coming from inside the walls.

Mom picks me up, there's a job opening for plant expert at some small company in our hometown. I need to fill an application. Some kids come by. One steals some documents that were on the table.

Me and some others enter the Matrix with Neo. I think we formed some kind of army to free others. Entering the matrix was fun and psychedelic, like riding a roller coaster while swallowing matrix code. Once inside, we have really cool looks, but not all black like in the movies. We are wearing mostly shades of blue. I have a dress with a balloon skirt, but a bit too short and later I find some fabrics to use as an extra skirt and feel more comfortable. When we enter we find ourselves on some kind of crosswalk on top of buildings, like a suspended terrace and there is a sort of giant wave wall to our right that looks like a tsunami coming to hit us but that never does. It is mesmerizing.

Then we go to some kind of school to train us and it was very posh, looks like an opera house. Even the bathrooms are so very fancy and vintage-y. There are some true geniuses among us. One black kid, seems as young as six, presents us with a music piece he had composed and although it wasn't entirely original and innovative, it was incredible anyway. I could recognize influences of Vangelis, the Blade Runner OST and some other electronic artist. Nobody else thought so, but the kid confirmed. I told him, it is so very well composed, but because it doesn't sound original, it is not amazing. "You have to find your own sound and then you will blow our minds". I wanted to be honest but still encourage him. He felt both pleased and ego hurt, which is normal.
Some people don't like me much, maybe because I am some teacher's favorite and it always feels awkward when I enter a class late and the teacher acknowledged my presence instead of letting me quietly sit like with everyone else. Even when they seemed to be reprimanding me, everybody could feel they were actually happy to see me.
Last day of school and we're packing clothes to go home. My dog Bernardo appears out of nowhere and he has one eye out gouged and I freak out. Then he starts making weird electronic sounds and I see his eye is bionic. I find a way to open up the side of his head and fix the wires to put back is eye in place.

Morning of January 13, 2019. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,018-02. Reading time: 1 min 35 sec.



I am uncertain of the backstory, but I go up in a manned satellite with three unfamiliar men who are all close to twenty years of age. One man is more to my left, one to my right, and one in front of me. All face away from me.

We are in orbit around Earth. I have concerns at times, as there does not seem to be a roof above us. The men on the left and right have small shields in front of them, though they do not fully cover the area. The man in front of me sits before a window that also does not encompass the satellite’s walls.

I consider that there may be a force field around our craft so that we are not exposed to outer space, though this remains unknown. I also think that the satellite is incomplete but will be complete soon.

I notice an irregular hole on the left side of the window. Its shape is like the letter “Z,” though backward and tilted to the left. It is about a foot and a half in height. I can discern the edges of the glass, which seems at least an inch thick. I do not feel much concern about it or make any mention of what would logically be a problem. (A force field, if present, would cover the hole.) My conscious self identity is not extant, and there is no emotion. I wonder if I should give instructions to any of the men, but I do not say anything.

Eventually, I notice that we are only a short distance above a forest. I think it is unusual and wonder how we are floating as such and what is going on, though I do not say anything.

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Outer space dreams are not very common, though this one is a form of [inherited transitional vestibular system correlation].

This imaginary scene is strange on one level because of the three simulacra. I am assuming they correlate with the three sleeping positions I enter, back and left and right sides, though I sleep mostly on my left. Typically there is only one vestibular system simulacrum to represent the return to correlation with legitimate physicality (in contrast to the fictitious body of the dream state), but this heat makes me restless at times. Being closer to Earth is being closer to returning to waking life.

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Playing a videogame, an app that I created. In the game you're trying to link up past families or lineages. They have ceremonial paintings on their bodies. You hold your phone up and on the screen appears a spirit. It could be scary, it could be nice. Sort of like the pokemon go concept where you have to travel around to find the spirits in your world. Honestly I woke up thinking this was a decent idea.

In world of warcraft, a forest. Looks like Elwynn. Was flying a ship. Jumped down and saw a guild meeting. Girl was leading the meeting, she kept switching to another language, possibly Mandarin. She was wearing all gold.

I walk from the forest to a bar in stormwind possibly. Walk outside and see a dock. I get on a cramped old boat and go into the cabins. There's people in there.

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Mom's windows of her front balcony are once again wrongly inserted and dangerously dangling. I try to fix it before any strong wind hits, but two of them drop from the 4th floor to the ground below. No one is hit but it falls on two cars, which strangely suffer no harm.

I am sort of an exchange student abroad. Visit some cute kindergarten where a friend works, then later I attend some classes. It's around Xmas time. There is a sale of arts and crafts and I break a few pieces by accident. I try to fix it, until I give up and apparently no one around cares that much.
People are discussing math and other subjects, I think there is exam season coming. There are some snacks at a table and I see a huge dried fig I pick to eat. But I open it and it is full of ticks inside. Gross!
I pick up some stones to squash the bugs when I look up and see what looks like two rainbows in the sky. I forget the ticks and reach for my phone to take a photo. Then they move and I see they are actually iridescent antennas. What?
People start running on the streets, I hear a big noise and I see an ants head through the clouds, which aren't clouds but dust from debris. The ant is crushing the buildings as it walks. I run away too and I see more ants in different directions. We run for our lives. I reach areas where people are not yet aware of what's going on. There is a concert of classical music at a park with lots of families with kids. We try to warn but they don't understand and I just use the chance to go ahead of all them before they also start running. There is a lake and a canal leading to a river. I think about getting on a boat, but the only one I can get into has no key to start the engine. Then I spot some playboy in his boat and I try to get on board with him, but he actually decides to get out of the boat and walk away, taking the key. Meanwhile the ants seem to be approaching and I decide to just keep running towards the coast, I cross a train track and a train is stopped and some people are coming out of the train and seem to have organized among themselves and have a plan. They head for some empty condos by the river to stay the night and plan the next step. Apparently one of them has the key to some of the apartments. I join them, think it is better to be with a group who has plans or at least is organized. But they all speak Swedish. The only other foreign people is Tony from the show "Who's the boss?" who says he is Italian and doesn't understand what everybody is saying. I say I am Portuguese and also don't understand so we all start talking in English.

Talking to some people about lucid dreams, my dad doesn't see the point and interest. I say it is a second life we all have and it is better when we live it with awareness. I say once I recalled 10 full pages of dream details on one single night. He gets a bit more interested and I say who wouldn't want to consciously fly and experience fantasies? Someone asks if I tried being with a dragon or turning into a dragon and I say yes.

(earlier)

+(f) driving in dark city. Disembodied. Watching cars skid and slide around corners at high speed and drive away. I'm making similar maneuvers. One of my sons is in the car with me

+ [DO] billiards table. I think about showing off by making a draw carom of the cue ball from one corner to the next (nearby) corner to knock in the ball hanging in the jaws.

+ In back porch of childhood home with some man. My baby is there, too, I'm holding him in my arms. At one point he's upside down and I'm holding his feet. I wipe his face and mouth vigorously with a towel

(later)
+ there is a big celebration and ceremony planned. I realize they have not put out the California flag yet. I thread the flag on to the pole like the curtains I put up IWL before bed, alternating bend on the holes through the rod. We make our way out to the stage. I sing, alone, acapella, "Hail to California", in good tune, I remember all the words. I hold the long note at the word "Faaaaaaiiiiillllll" longer than normal to impress people, and I hold the tone and do not do the descending notes (but I imagine them).

+(f) I see E, there is another woman, too. E is talking. As she speaks I see her descending into a fit of hysterics (anger). She is laughing with the other woman. Her mouth is open and I'm inspecting her teeth, they seem strange.

+ outside in the theater at the celebration (perhaps same one where I'm singing, above), the manager woman arrives and someone (me?) tells her that she should be performing her duty and greeting the attendees, and she moves to do that. Back stage, kids are placing decorations. There are paper/foam flowers that are being arranged by one kid, and I think that the manager woman would probably want to scold them or to have them fix their arrangement, so I nod my head in their direction as if to say "well go ahead and tell them to fix it if you want."

+(f) outdoors event of some kind with people -- I look up and see a detailed, large floating castle in the sky, built of stone/brick. Something about another building, there's a small model, then it appears full sized. There's a little kid slide building and it's a special holiday so people are singing a song about it? Kids are sliding on it.

Morning of January 14, 2019. Monday.

Dream #: 19,019-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



Zsuzsanna and I are on the back porch of our present home on W Street seemingly before dawn though there is enough light to discern images. My perception is extraordinarily vivid though I am not aware I am dreaming. She is to my left (our sleeping orientation). We are sitting and facing south toward our backyard. There is a big table (that does not exist in reality) that fills most of the space of our porch to the right of the back door (when facing the back of our house).

I notice two features, both of which are yellow and black and about two feet apart, their heads facing toward the backyard. The closest to me looks like a soft toy. It is an elongated bee. The other one has a similar appearance but changes over time. I ask Zsuzsanna if it is an animal.

“That’s just fuzz,” she says.

Making an effort to discern the farthest feature more clearly, I see it is a big yellow and black caterpillar as long as my forearm and with long hairs. I gaze at it in wonder and soon realize I am dreaming, but I eventually wake without attempting to take control.

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One of the only statements I have ever read in any public source that held any truth regarding dreams is: “Similarly, he (Herbert Silberer) has shown that the conclusions of some dreams or some divisions in their content merely signify the dreamer’s own perception of his sleeping and waking.” (This is one of the only factors of dreams with established validity.) It goes on to say, “in persons who are gifted philosophically and accustomed to introspection it may become very evident.” (It was evident to me when I was very young, yet many people never realize it and consequently, pursue “interpretation.”)

This dream renders the same processes in the same order as tens of thousands of previous examples since early childhood (and it is very similar in content to many others) but holds the interconsciousness thread that features Zsuzsanna, an additional emerging consciousness precursor. “That’s just fuzz” means I am not yet fully discerning enigmatic space (and aware I am dreaming). Porches are “bridges” in enigmatic space and represent liminal space in waking life as being a “bridge” between one’s house and the outside.

The final emerging consciousness factor is the big yellow caterpillar. It correlates with vestibular system dynamics. Yellow is only discernible in a dream in becoming more aware of my dream self and simultaneously closer to my conscious self identity. A caterpillar is a precursor to flight as a butterfly. The bee is a soft toy here (a pillow association and thus a dream state indicator). Bees typically represent the increased neural activity of the waking process.

The soft toy and the caterpillar are dual autosymbolism. (Dreams are not symbolic in the conventional sense.) They are on my left because they are precursors rather than active anticipation of the process. (I most often sleep on my left side.)

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The dream was set in a desert area in Egypt. I was with a few of my friends and sister. We were riding around through these tropical trees and ended up at this towncenter up against some mountains. There was a dust storm coming or partially already hit. I can't really remember what happened here. We were sort of in the buildings. There were merchants there selling things. Dust was blowing everywhere.

I woke up from the dream but as I was going back to bed I noticed my body was going to sleep but I kept telling myself "my body will go to sleep but I'm going to stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake." So now my body is asleep and I'm sort of stuck in gray matter trying to think of a dream scene. I recall my last dream and try to focus on the desert. The desert starts to appear and I'm now zooming through it with tropical trees around me. It's all very clear this time around compared to last. I can see everything in great detail. There's a path that I'm following, I'm riding in a jeep with the doors all taken off. To the left of me is a large body of clear blue water. I round a turn and go through this tunnel back to the towncenter. I keep telling myself to stay aware of the dream. I look around and remember that I can talk to people. As I'm looking for someone to talk to the lucid dream collapses.

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During a war, me and some other folks are exposed to something that transforms us into human-insect hybrids. We look human, we are the size of humans, but we fly, we act in group and we have weird mating habits.
Someone explains to me how we are attracted to a partner because of genetic matching and it doesn't matter the gender, so most of the guys became attracted to each other and form gay couples. Others feel attracted to feromones released elsewhere by some other group and go flying around looking for their ideal mate. I don't feel any call to mate with any other human-insectoid, I just see in my new life an opportunity to be superhuman.