Non-Lucid Dreams
Non-dream stuff - Woke up at 8:20 or so with my alarm, waking up from a non-lucid, sweating. Slept some more and woke up again around 2 hours later with one or two non-lucids. Dream 1: I was living in a house with my partner (H); I remember it had a ground floor and a first floor. It was day time, and sunny. One of our neighbours was a couple, a man and a woman, who had two kids, two boys I think. One of those boys started to "accuse" me of looking at him, when I hadn't been; this went on for a while in the dream and the parents themselves didn't seem that interested... Later on, this boy, the younger of the two I think, started messing around and eventually he tried to get into our house for some reason or something. I decided we should catch him and make him calm down and explain his problems. I waited for him to be on top of our wall or fence or something and then when he couldn't see me I'd grabbed him by the legs and took him in and told him to calm down, as he was obviously upset now. I asked him why he was being left here when his parents were gone and he wasn't sure; and he said that sometimes when his parents were at home he wasn't allowed in and he could hear "pumping" noises? I understood the implied meaning of this in the dream to be his parents having sex. I remember as soon as he calmed down and started to explain his problems I was a lot less tense too, as I hadn't wanted him to get away without an explanation for his previous behaviour at the very least. Seems I can't remember any more detail for this dream. Dream 2: In a square-ish L shape room. The negative shape of the L (so, a smaller square area) was a vertical section of some sort. This looked it was all part of some sort of facility. There was a glass sliding door that would lead into a corridor. Next to the door were many armed guards, standing in a formation, they looked like stormtroopers but some with no helmets on. By the glass around the inner part of the L, facing into the vertical section, was a woman. I can't remember what she looked like exactly but I remember something about her breasts being inflated, but then not. She was the DNA source for those clone troopers or something? But I was too or something. I remember suggesting an idea to her that perhaps we could change her DNA a bit further, as it was ironic that the troopers were infertile and they couldn't procreate with her. Then I remember saying or thinking something about the fact that she could give birth to our genetically modified humans as a surrogate, rather than them being grown in wherever they were grown. There was a lot more detail to this dream, but I've forgotten it. Dream 3: The last dream, like the rest was quite long but I only remember the last portion... I remember being in a shop, then outside at a pier... I was in Australia or something? I needed to take a boat to Europe or the Middle-East. I remember seeing a world map, but oddly Africa seemed to be missing. The boat and some other things looked a bit cartoony somehow. The captain was the owner and they were struggling financially or something so I bought the boat really cheap off him and then I had to get some things ready and then someone else was captain of the boat and I bought it off them again as for some reason it was sinking and buying it stopped it... Eventually I got on and there was some sort of transition. I remember seeing the map again. The next place, in someone's house. It was like a holiday house that was let to people. I looked around for others but couldn't find anyone. It was day and I could see sunlight come through windows, but the windows themselves looked too bright (nothing but white past them). I found some food and drinks, all prepared, for guests like myself, but I didn't take any. I looked around more for someone else and eventually entered this darker, tiny, kitchen. There was a door to the outside and it didn't look so sunny but it was still day. The door was open and there was a woman standing there with a slightly grumpy look on her face. In the kitchen was a man, about my age. He started talking to me and commenting about the house or something, and then all of a sudden he said "oh you've got a bit of a zapper there" or something like that, referring to the fact that he could see my junk poking in my pants, which incidentally were my sweatpants. I apologised and said that this just sometimes happened and I couldn't control it (and in fact I expected him to understand since he was a man), but I got the feeling he brought it up more to antagonise his wife or girlfriend standing outside. I took a pair of my compression gloves out of my left pocket and said to him "look, maybe these were also contributing", as my gloves felt quite bulgy inside the pocket previously. Oddly, I can't remember what happened to the gloves, and it's the first time they've appeared in a dream since I've had them. Then some transition. I was outdoors with this guy. In some city in the US. There was nobody else here initially. I had an interface overlay in my vision, reminded me of the game Boundless and the flooring looked like a specific block-type from the game and I was inspecting it. The floor looked like limestone cobbles. Then he went in a direction and I followed him; he was saying something to me when we got to the top of a slope/stairs bit though I don't remember what. I saw a church and then to its left there was a castle. There were more people here. I remember a couple of cars and a bald man with sunglasses on, inspecting someone's papers. The castle bit looked newer, and I asked about it and the guy said they had no old pictures or plans of it so it was rebuilt from imagination or whatever. There was an older castle/church part that had a big glass pane, and inside was a British flag like the one found on planes (the circle with 3 colours). I thought of asking the guy about it but then ended up not and just thought it was interesting. Rest of details lost. Some notes: The dream with the boy reminds me now a bit of a type of novel that I hear sometimes where someone express their troubles by causing troubles, sometimes at someone else's dear expense.In waking life one neighbour on the other side of the street does sometimes leave their two boys outside, when they're going out, which I don't think is good, and I think this first dream was related to this.I was happy that the boy confessed his troubles as in the dream I then felt like I could do something about it. I think I remember getting on the phone with the police actually, I think when I first grabbed the boy, because I was concerned that his parents were neglecting him.In the second dream there was some residual context from STRAFE, mostly with the layout and stuff like that.The woman wasn't anyone I know in particular nor did she look like anyone I've seen really, but I think she had a ponytail.In the third dream, the guy's presence felt a bit odd all the way throughout. It felt like there was a sinister subtext, although he did seem friendly enough...I might do a bonus image for the second dream, for the layout. Scoring: + Previous score: 65.5 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 8.0 ++ Recall a non-lucid dream * 3: 3.0 ++ Help someone in need: 1.0 (the boy; although my tactic was a bit too aggressive, it seemed to get him talking which I think was very important) ++ Buy something * 2: 2.0 (the boat, twice...) ++ Invent something that's never been heard of before: 2.0 (the DNA altered surrogacy procedure thing) = Total score thus far: 73.5
Non-dream stuff - Woke up around 10:00, with one non-lucid sort of fresh in memory but all the detail quickly went away on waking, somehow. Dream fragment: This was from the end of the dream. Game-like reality; "playing" with someone else in a co-operative mode and in some underground sand or clay tunnels or something. The tunnels lead into a big chamber, dark. There was some sort of well at the centre. A stone colossus came towards us from the opposite side of the room and we backtracked a bit. In the dream I remember telling the other person the colossus was made of obsidian and we wouldn't be able to attack it in this form and that it would turn into black steel for a few minutes at a time every so often and we'd have to try and attack then... The colossus came into the tunnels/halls but I ended up darting past and into the chamber with the well; I jumped into the well, partly by accident as I meant to go across the room where there seemed to be a portal or some brightness. It was completely dark underwater and I soon "died" in a game-like fashion. The view changed and the camera panned out; I could hear a boss give a monologue which I don't remember in any detail, and I partly remember him asking "how did you get here? vaulted over the walls? exploited some location?" and other questions to that effect. Couple of notes: The dream location and situation here at the end reminded me of the game Necropolis.The stone colossus was similar to Anubisath, a boss in the original World of Warcraft. Scoring: + Previous score: 65.0 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 0.5 ++ Recall a non-lucid fragment: 0.5 = Total score thus far: 65.5
Non-dream stuff - Woke up at around 8:20/30 with alarm and fell asleep and had a non-lucid dream, waking up again just after 10:00. Dream: I don't quite remember the first part of the dream except that I was next to the floor or lying on it. I was in the bedroom from my childhood times, and the curtains were closed but it was day. I had my laptop on a desk in the room but for some reason related to another part of the dream earlier, the hard drive was missing. I tried to boot it up anyway but considered that it shouldn't be able to because there would be no OS to pick. It ran a load of white-on-black text as most computers do when booting, the branding/word "MICROSYSTEMS" catching my attention at one point. The boot queried for a valid pre-existing username, which I provided, and it started loading up some version of Linux OS. It immediately entered the OS without a login, which made me think to myself "it's not difficult to guess or remember a username even if you're not the computer's owner...", considering whether this was secure enough as a feature at large. In any case, I think I started up an internet browser, don't remember if it was any in particular and then some cartoony image was playing but it was a bit laggy so I considered maybe because it didn't have a hard drive in it was caching everything in the RAM or something, slowing down the performance. For some reason the degraded performance stopped being an issue and I went on some dodgy website and got distracted browsing through it, and it had naughty cartoon animations, basically. At some point one of the animations had sound and I didn't mute it (which I now find odd). I remember thinking that I was supposed to be doing something else and worried my partner or someone else was going to come in and be judgmental. I then closed all those tabs I'd basically mindlessly opened and tried to remember whatever it was I was supposed to be doing. The dream went on for a bit longer but I don't remember any details. Some notes: Perhaps the weirdest part about the boot up was that there was no flash drive or anything that the OS could have loaded from, so it would have to be stored in a ROM module or something, since the hard drive was out... I didn't remember or think to have a look at the internals or anything.I don't know if MicroSystems is an actual brand or not, but it's a pretty logical/easily thought of name...The dream's theme from the second half relates a bit to my teen context when I would get a bit anxious looking at explicit material because I was always worried about being interrupted.The lack of self-control is two-fold in this dream; one, because I was not lucid, and two, because it relates to the waking-life context of me struggling to, when drawing something of more sexual nature, to not get excited by it. It's an annoying issue because it results in unfinished work that I would like to finish but never feel motivated to, because I'd like to actually just work on it for once, instead of getting excited. Scoring: + Previous score: 64.0 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 1.0 ++ Recall a non-lucid dream: 1.0 = Total score thus far: 65.0
Non-dream stuff - Woke up at about 8:20 or so with one of my alarms, but went back to sleep. Woke up again nearer 11:00. Was having a semi-vivid non-lucid dream, some details lost now because I had to get up to do other stuff. Dream: I remember my computer screen. I was sitting down to do something and then some weird pop-ups and music started. I couldn't find out what was causing the music to play so I started looking at the list of processes, finding a few things that looked out of place. I was a bit startled to find this was some sort of malware playing the music, and causing these pop-ups, which for once were mostly innocent (and somewhat detailed) drawings of several themes. Even so I was feeling under threat or stressed and I looked at the file location for the suspicious processes, continuously closing these pop-ups as they appeared. The music was sort of calm, nothing intense, but it didn't feel any less unnerving in the dream. I found the files for the music-playing program and there was a file without an extension called "about"; I opened it up with NPP, which as expected revealed a few lines of text, including the motivation of the person that made this malware thing. Apparently it was from a Swiss games company, which I thought was very odd. I remember an e-mail address and some other details. I remember thinking it was my own fault for not having an anti-virus installed and I was showing the malware to my partner (H) I think. But then I noticed a little tray icon for Avast or something like that and I said to H "see, it doesn't detect it...", referencing the lack of any alerts. In the end I think I was going to delete the files of the malware programs, as they didn't look like they'd been protected in any way, but I can't remember what I actually did do. Then some transition. Remember being in a town or city. In the US maybe? I was walking along with H and I think it was dusk or day time, but we went into this fancy modern/futuristic-looking building that was like a big surface tunnel; inside it looked kind of like a mall and was a bit busy, and I remember H interacting with someone. A guy that was working at a restaurant dropped something while clearing trays and H helped. Not sure what happened next. Transition? Outside, slightly sloped area, evening/sunset. Some houses. Thinking about the malware again? Faint memory of the music again. There was more, but I seem to have lost recall for the next bits. Some notes: The particular vividness of this dream did not seem to make me any more aware or questioning of its nature than usual.The music playing may mean that in waking life there was some other sound. This may have been my alarm or later one of H's alarms. Either way, music playing in dreams often relates to their vividness for me, though they are not always implicit to each other.The drawings were of things like classic representations of landscapes but also of "furry" themes and still life. Scoring: + Previous score: 62.0 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 2.0 ++ Recall a non-lucid dream: 1.0 ++ Ask for advice: 1.0 (asking H for help with the malware) = Total score thus far: 64.0
Updated 11-06-2018 at 12:38 PM by 95293 (Score typo)
lx. 28th or 29th of October Dream fragment: Something about some "stragglers"? I remember a location, from a bird's eye point of view, it was rural, there was a big mansion/manor in the middle. Remember going there and being told to try the stragglers. Remember another dream location supposedly nearby. Looked a bit like a dump inside, it was like a giant metal container, not unlike a shipping container but bigger. Some sort of dwarf-like people, these stragglers. I was here to mine some titanium ore or something, and they hadn't been able to find any but I did. lxi. today, 31st of October Dream fragment: Something about my partner wanting pizza. Dream fragment: A dream that was half-real half-game? Everything was fine but then there was some sort of war? Remember building blocky planes or vehicles and wondering if I couldn't just stay behind to do important logistics instead of flying off. At some point in this dream I remember a living room of some sort and some pizza, a tv and a sofa... Some notes about the dreaming: The first dream fragment feels related to the story I started writing a couple of weeks ago as a dreaming script. I have been thinking about that story but not writing a lot on it because of my tiredness.The war dream and building a plane probably comes from recently trying out the game "Besiege". Some general waking-life notes: I've been a bit too tired recently and just can't get up or wake up at the time I want to, and it has happened I've gone to bed later than I wanted to as well.Lately I've been thinking about why certain elements never come up in dreams; such as reflective surfaces and some of things I do in waking life (such as painting and drawing).There have been mornings where I did initially recall a small dream fragment lately, but several times I had to get up and get on with something else and I'd forget the fragments or not have focused enough on them initially to be able to make a mental or written note.I have been practicing reality checks quite often and especially trying to make note of when things could potentially be dream elements. But the intention or the check muscle memory doesn't seem to be carrying over at all into dreams at the moment. Maybe I need to read more again, that seems to stimulate something different. Scoring: + Previous score: 60.5 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 1.5 ++ Recall a non-lucid fragment * 3: 1.5 = Total score thus far: 62.0
Updated 10-31-2018 at 01:16 PM by 95293
It begins with me commenting that a bunch of people had left their stuff behind in this big bus-type vehicle. Me and others start going through everything, realizing that there was quite a lot of stuff, plus a whole bunch of drawers. Little things keep falling out of overheard compartments, once a big coin, another time a folder. Somewhere along the way I start thinking of the people as students, as there are a lot of notebooks and textbooks. There’s also this partition full of clothes I’m excited to explore. Suddenly the tone changes. The bus had been in an accident. I remember carefully making my way to a bathroom and washing my hair, like something had gotten in it. There were multiple used towels and I had to decide one which to dry my hair off with. I’m following my sister as she walks toward an Asian women standing beside some tables with lids made of wood. As we approach, my sister says, ‘Don’t worry, this is my little sister.” The woman still seems worried but she allows me to help. We need to empty all these cases of valuables fast because bad guys could be coming. I’ve got a handful of these golf ball size rocks when she tells me to “get the stones”, and I look over and see different colored shining small stones. There is an Asian boy standing in front of me, about nine years old. The woman watches in horror as he takes an earring and pierces my thumb with it. I’m trying to keep calm (even though I felt no pain). The woman says, “He’s trying to scar you.” I hand him the next earring, a blue stone in it, and he repeats the process (old earring gone). It’s fuzzy here but there was a bad guy, and as we were trying to get away, we came across the severed head a black guy who had been on our side. Another guy (who reminds me of Chris Farley) was missing, and the bad guy pointed and said ‘he’s there’. It was the place of the accident. It looked like a steel railing had been rammed into. I run into the clothes partition, clothes strewn everywhere. I get down and start crawling into the corner through them, confident that there’s a way out there. I’m outside and see three orange cats in different places, and I know that they belong to the students from the bus. I say something like ‘this is why I didn’t bring my cats, they’re indoor only’. I feel like just before I said that, I questioned where mine were. I also remember there was another scene of looking in a wooden pen at three fluffy cats of mixed colors. My sister is driving me in some small vehicle while I pretend to be injured. I’m at the front of the vehicle lying on my back on a slab of wood. She kept getting mad at people in the way, and there was this one man in particular who jumped from a bike or something into the back of a van where the doors were open. He’s crouched inside looking out at us when my sister suddenly spits at him. The man says something about ‘fire’ and I felt that something was wrong about that. Should not be fire but something else. Then I spit too and hit the back of the passenger seat. I was waiting for the reaction, because my spit was acid. I don’t know where this fits in, but I was talking to my friend Cole and I said something like ‘oh no, we left our cards at the bleachers’. We had already picked up most of them but left behind some less desirable ones. I got excited thinking about this one there of Pizza from Food Fantasy, but assured Cole that it would be wrong to steal it even when the owner left it behind. The cards themselves were actually floating, shimmering over the seats and you just touched them to obtain them. Inspirations: Clothes: When am I not thinking of clothes lately. Sister: Been thinking about her lately, we’re doing a movie night soon. Earrings: I think it was yesterday that my mom told me about this trick to clean tarnished earrings. Orange cats: My own new cat and an outside cat I saw/talked about recently. Cats in pen: Saw a gif of a dog squeezing in with another dog into a cage thing yesterday. Cards, Pizza: From the current event in an app game I play called Food Fantasy. Maybe also from Magical Days: The Brats’ Parade since I’m playing an event there too.
Morning of October 30, 2018. Tuesday. Dream #: 18,943-03. Reading time: 2 min 38 sec. Readability score: 62. My dream renders a mixed-up combination of a pawn shop from America, a bookstore from Nundah (Australia), and a tackle shop from America. It seems to be late afternoon. I am on my own, with little conscious self memory (even though Zsuzsanna and I frequented the Nundah bookstore years ago). There is a backstory, and false memory, about how I had traded several packs of long bookbinding screws (at least four inches in length) for credit or to trade, though I do not recall all of the details. There are two unfamiliar female cashiers present who are in their twenties. (The bookbinding screws relate to my big stamp album binders from when I lived in Florida, though there are likely associations with similar screws I used for putting the swing set together after Christmas.) I am carrying a winter jacket (though mostly slung over my left shoulder). As such, I try not to appear suspicious, as I also have items I had brought into this store. I consider that they might think I am taking them from their store and trying to hide them under my jacket. (This is a literal bed space strand, as subliminal awareness of the bed sheet pulling around my left shoulder.) They seem puzzled (and express disbelief) when I infer how I had traded items previously. The shelves that had packs of bookbinding screws are now all empty. For some reason, they are to do with fishing tackle, but my dream self does not reflect upon this error. The owner is at the back of his store, but I do not approach his counter. (I perceive him as the owner of the pawn shop in La Crosse, though there are also associations with the owner of the Nundah bookstore.) One of the women asks me if I want to buy one of the bigger bass plugs, but I respond that they are too big for the type of fishing I do (which includes striped bass and smallmouth bass for which I prefer small jigs and spoons). I then walk to the opposite side of the store. I see that they are selling magazines and comic books, though there are only a few different titles on the wooden display shelves. I see two Casper comic books next to each other. There are a few copies of each, vertically stacked. One is $4.53, and the other is $5.64. I decide to buy them, but I am not sure if I have enough money. An unknown chubby man of about twenty (who works in the store) picks one up to look through. I tell him that I had hundreds of Casper comic books collected over thirty years and that they were usually different. I add that sometimes there were reprints in digests and suggest their size by forming a small square with my hands. I tell him about those digest stories being “backed up” in the way I would describe how I back up my dream documentation online and on more than one drive. As I walk to the checkout counter on the opposite side of the store, he calls out, saying something about “sending backup.” The reference seems humorous or business-related rather than inferring police activity. I reach into my wallet and see that I have solely an American twenty-dollar note, which will suffice, even though I consider the prices on the comic book covers will be more when changing to the Australian amount. I pay the cashier, and as I get my change, I deliberately, though liminally, reset the scenario and leave without paying. When the emerging consciousness simulacrum (the chubby male) was talking about “sending backup,” it became a comically sarcastic reference to me subliminally resetting my dream to deliberately manipulate the function of RAS (reticular activating system) as the preconscious simulacrum in the second instance by “erasing” the cashier’s presence. I have utilized this sort of dream control and subliminal, liminal, and lucid manipulation since early childhood.
Morning of October 30, 2018. Tuesday. Dream #: 18,943-05. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 71. I become aware of being on the Loomis Street house’s porch (liminal space) where I have a galvanized metal washtub full of gray powder with silvery properties. It is supposed to be nitroglycerin. I had supposedly ordered it via mail-order. My brother-in-law Bob (appearing as he was in the 1980s) cautions me that the authorities might find it. I keep the washtub near the northeast corner, not that far from the porch door. I am aware of Zsuzsanna and our children at times. Our youngest son went with our oldest daughter east down Gillette Street (where there were no stores in real life, though my dream implies there were). I read a brochure (that seems foreign, possibly from the Philippines) that claims its appearance is like that of soil to anyone who does not look at it closely. (There is no distortion in the text I read, though I do not attempt to read it the second time.) The detail is very realistic and precise, including the silver grains. I make it into tiny “snowballs” that I throw to the porch step outside. It makes a loud sound like a big firecracker. I claim that a golf-ball-sized amount would be like a nuclear bomb, though there is no evidence of that and I make no attempt to prove it. I have fun with it, and my tangibility is enhanced. At one point, I see what first seems like a detached arm, with a hand, crawling on the branch of a tree, grasping at a small teddy bear. It turns out to be a Halloween toy for a dog (and is mechanical, not organic). An unknown woman is looking for her dog. Later, even though I am still on the porch, it also seems I am in an outside area. Flowering plants are present to my left. I toss some of the powder onto the sidewalk, directly in front of me, without pressing it into a small ball. A fire soon covers the area, but I stomp it out with my foot. This dream stemmed from an earlier one of watching Dean Norris (as the vestibular system simulacrum) and two unknown people work with nitroglycerin. There was a scene where they were climbing what looked like monkey bars (from my elementary school’s playground) or scaffolding coated in nitroglycerin. It was on a stage (like the one from my high school). A quick small fire moves over all of the structure, immediately going out, and Dean appears to be worried for a short time (as he remains vertically holding onto the bars about halfway up and to the right), but no harm comes to anyone. He talks about how dangerous it is. I am puzzled as to why an actor would seemingly risk his safety for a public service video. I believe that the mechanical detached horizontally-oriented arm crawling on a branch to the teddy bear is a literal bed space strand, though seems to be the only first-level one in this dream.
Date of Dream: THU 25 OCT - 2018 Dream No. 463 - Separated Sections Dream 463 A - WarioWare Smooth Moves I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, this dream was actually playing in Diamond City. The time period of this dream was apparently during WarioWare Smooth Moves. The first segment was 9-Volt’s stage but 18-Volt was in it. In-fact, 9-Volt’s stage was in a completely different format to the real game. I can’t remember every single detail of it but instead, 5-Volt was a part of this stage and she was being menacingly evil towards 9-Volt… At least that’s how she looked. She was leaning out from the sidelines, she kept her colour but she had those piercing yellow light eyes like in Sneaky Gamer and kept glaring out at 9-Volt. I believe this scenario was also based on the Game and Wario – Gamer cover art. The next part of the dream showed Dribble and Spitz but I forgot what they were doing exactly. They looked like they did in WarioWare Gold and they were doing something with a taxi, cleaning it I think. Then I came into the dream and I went exploring to the outskirts of the city. I discovered Mona in a cave but it wasn’t a youthful Mona. Rather, she actually looked like some old woman, although she kept her red hair and trendy clothes… The only thing different was her wrinkly skin. She also spoke way differently than I expected her to, she literally had the voice of a Texan granny. She spoke to me but I forgot what she said. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 463 B - The Glen Is My Shop I can’t remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was at The Glen Shopping Centre with my brother and he was going to be meeting up with his friend from university, RK, as well as RK’s brother, BK. Apparently it was Wednesday in the week. My brother spoke to me but he didn’t seem to happy to have me around, based on his expressions and gestures. I forgot how this came up but I also mentioned how I would be coming back to The Glen on Thursday to get an entire stash of Darrel Lea treats and then on Friday to get Schnitz. The next scene took place in my bathroom and it’s here that I noticed I was wearing my school summer dress in this dream. I got into the bathtub but strangely, I still had my dress on. I ended up randomly playing around with these objects that may have been bath bombs. I actually got some on my dress and so was now frustrated that my dress was stained. I just kept continuing to fiddle around with all these dyes which more and more mess until the bathroom was completely saturated with coloured goop. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 463 C - Why Not Another Practise I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at home on the back balcony with my dad. He was mentioning something about how he was talking to 18-Volt via texting and how I was going to go and do something with him. I don’t know how to exactly explain it; later on in the dream, it reveals the true intention of what I was going to be doing. In the next scene, it showed me driving on a distorted version of the Monash Freeway in the Berwick/Pakenham/Officer direction, the only thing is, I didn’t seem to be going for any exits anytime soon. In-fact, I didn’t know where I was meant to be going at all and I seemed to be driving down the freeway endlessly. Eventually, I thought to myself that I was going to be lost and so it was best to turn back and go home. Back home, I was on the back balcony again but this time my dad wasn’t there. His phone was lying on the small square table and so I decided to have a sneak peek and see what exactly was going on. I saw a few profile pictures in his conversations and one of them was in-fact 18-Volt as he would appear in the Game and Wario – Gamer cover art. Once I read the conversation, I found out that I was apparently supposed to go for some work experience, supervised by 18-Volt and if he liked me enough, he would hire me. As soon as I finished reading the thread, I thought to myself, “Absolute rubbish” for the fact that this was arranged by my dad. I believed that if 18-Volt was a genuine friend/dream guide, he’d like me for who I am, regardless of my strengths and weaknesses. The dream then moved to a completely new scene. In this scene I found myself to wearing full summer uniform, including the blazer on top this time. I was at a place that I claimed as my fortress (usually professional looking buildings where I live without my parents). Apparently there was a massive group coming over for a visit. This group consisted of people from my primary school and high school as well as a few extras, the group being led by familiar teachers. I got really excited when I heard that 18-Volt was a part of the group as well. Apparently the group were to enter on Level 2, meaning that I was waiting for them at the top of the main stairs that went up from the main city riverside walk. I watched as everyone was filing up, excitingly anticipating 18-Volt’s arrival especially, but then my hopes were starting to break a little. I though to myself, “Where’s 18-Volt? I can’t see him at all”. I then spoke to a random member of the group, offering them some help but I forgot what I said specifically. SB immediately interrupted with some defamatory comment and started to bully me really badly. Me being the owner of the place and the leader, I stood up for myself and claimed that I was trying to help the person and that they asked for it. When that issue was resolved, I went back to watching the rest of the group walk in onto the rooftop entrance. Eventually, 18-Volt did show up and in-fact he was the very last person to come up the stairs. His appearance was a wide blend of all his possible forms. His skin, hair, clothing, and everything about him had a realistic human texture. His skin and hair tone, as well as his voice was based on WarioWare gold… His hair was brown and his skin was a lighter brown. His face shape and position of features was based on WarioWare Touched. His clothes (plain singlet and denim shorts) and accessories were based of the Game and Wario – Gamer cover. The dream finally made 18-Volt look like himself, with the addition of really muscly arms. He was also in a constant grin (this was his natural facial position for this dream) which made him look very sweet and youthful. As much as we wanted to go in for a hug, we resisted the temptation and managed not to as he was a part of the school group and I had to try and maintain my professionalism in-front of everyone else. After informally talking to 18-Volt for a while, I yelled out to everyone (to reach the front of the group) that although they entered on Level 2, we would heading over to Level 3 as that’s where the auditorium was. I was walking at the back, still talking to 18-Volt when Mrs W came up behind us and said to me, “might be good to have some practise with the lift again”, and I thought to myself, “that’s not a bad idea”. This is where 18-Volt was no longer a school boy, but now a dream guide. Mrs W walked with us for a bit and I thought to myself, “we could use the lifts at the library”. As everyone went up the set of stairs outside the library, I yelled out “I’ll be there in a sec! Just go and I’ll meet you up on level 3!”. I then also told Mrs W to go up with everyone else and so she agreed and left me and 18-Volt to tackle the elevator ordeal on our own. Just the presence of 18-Volt on his own made me feel very calm, especially as he was smiling at me all the time as well as making other endearing gestures. There were multitudes of elevators to choose from in this area, all looking the same. He got to it and proceeded to pick me up, having his arms out, signalling for me to come closer to him. I got as close as I could and then after aiming carefully, jumped up and latched onto him, shooting my legs around his waist. He then put his arms around me, having one hand on my upper back and the other on my lower back. Once I got comfortable on 18-Volt, I noticed something absolutely bizarre… All the elevators had suddenly disappeared! I gasped and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Hesitantly, I said something like “I can’t believe this, all the lifts… They’re gone…?”. 18-Volt turned his head to have a look and he was also dumbfounded by the sight, more than I was, you could literally see the look of sheer disbelief on his face, he was gobsmacked. “We have to find another lift” I said as he then put me down, following me out of the building. We were now back outside, trying to locate another suitable elevator. As I was walking, I couldn’t see 18-Volt next to me but rather I believed that he was trailing close behind, following me wherever I went. I was talking to him the whole way, stating my frustration that I couldn’t see many higher buildings anywhere, it seemed we were already on the rooftop and that level 3 was only a very small area. Eventually though, I saw a five or six story building placed at the back of the fortress campus and thought that this would be the next ideal place. After slowly looking around and checking the validity of the building, I agreed that this was the one. On entering into the foyer, I was wondering where the elevators were. 18-Volt had looked around a corner and signalled for me to come, a look on his face that said success. They were in the same area as the stairwell, two black elevator doors that had some weird square panel-like latch in the middle of them. Once again, I started to get myself ready to be cuddled and carried by 18-Volt. I realised that there were objects in my internal blazer pockets and so I had to take them out so they wouldn’t be stabbing me and causing discomfort when I was on 18-Volt. Despite the size of a typical jacket pocket, I pulled out what claimed to be my walking stick, a really long brown varnished wooden cane. I ended up just throwing it off to the side somewhere, hearing it clunk against the nearby painted brick wall as it fell. The next thing I pulled out were my sunglasses which had white frames and blue tinted lenses. As I was trying to fit them on my face, 18-Volt gave me a strange look and then started fussing. He goes loudly whispering (almost speaking but not quite) to me, “No no no no no, don’t wear your sunnies in the lift” as he then gently put a hand on my shoulder, thinking that it wasn’t constructive to facing my fears as I was trying to darken my vision, attempting to block out my surroundings. I giggled and told him that’s not what I was trying to do. I then explained “What I’m doing is placing them on and then sitting them up on top of my head”. You could then see the relief on 18-Volt’s face as he finally understood what was going on. So now I could finally proceed to get my sunnies on, which was very hard to do. One side would go on and then one side would stab my cheek, it seemed like these sunglasses were too small. After a lot of fidgeting and manipulating, they seemed to go on in which I then flicked them up and combed my hair back with them. Now I was ready and so I got closer to 18-Volt but just as I was getting ready to jump onto him and secure myself, the dream faded out and I woke up to the waking life clock saying 10:35 AM. Dream 463: Results (Competition #8) 463 A Competition Night: 20 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: 9-Volt Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 463 B Competition Night: 20 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 463 C Competition Night: 20 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 4.5 Calculation Details: - Non Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Old Personal Goal Achieved NL: Go to Diamond City (2.0) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Full-Non Lucid Dream (1.0) - Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5) + Previous Total: 114.0 Total Accumulated Points: 118.5 Dream 463 C was rather an unexpected but pleasant surprise. After the events of Dream 460, I actually wrote to 18-Volt in my physical real life book, telling him that as a dreamer, I was starting to become scared of him. You may have noticed in past dreams that me may have presented himself in old age or was really strict towards me (or even both in some dreams)... Like he wasn't even 18-Volt and was rather someone completely different. In Dream 463 C, he seemed to address a lot of what I wrote. I asked for a more accurate appearance and one the biggest things I was constantly nagging him to do was to smile (because we all know that 18-Volt normally grins). The sum of the letter to him was to express himself as 18-Volt would express himself, basically. The elevator attempt was just an extra surprise, I was not expecting that to happen.
Updated 05-17-2019 at 01:56 PM by 93119
Date of Dream: WED 24 OCT - 2018 Dream No. 462 - Separated Sections Dream 462 A - The Dream Guide Residence I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was walking down what had a similar resemblance to a local walking track in my area. The scenery was beautiful but there was eventually something more that caught my eye on the sidelines. There were all these wooden cottage like cabins and I believe I had made the most amazing discovery. After gasping, I said to myself “Dreamy WB and 18-Volt could actually live there!”. I could no longer contain my excitement and I went to check out the area. I got to the first house in the area and made the mental realisation that 18-Volt lived in this one. So I started calling out “18-Volt!” but for the moment, there was no response. I then decided to walk around the perimeters of the house, actively looking for him while calling out. Eventually, I went onto the veranda and I could really remember my tone here, raw with curiosity. I then looked through one of the windows to see if I could see him inside the house and called him twice, once and then another time after a short break. The dream showed 18-Volt opening a door, seemingly coming from one of the back rooms in the house. He mustn’t have heard me before though as when he reached the entry to the sitting room, he saw me and got startled but in a pleasant way. He did not look like 18-Volt at all though. Rather, he looked like my deceased grandfather, including having the beard… Still, my non-lucid mind made me believe that this was 18-Volt. He walked over to the front door, opening it for me and then holding it open as I walked in. When I was inside, he let the wire door swing shut on its own and went to stand near one of the couches. As I went up to hug him, he made an “Oh” sound, exactly the same as he does in WarioWare Gold and then put his arms around me in return and gave a tight but gentle squeeze for a good long minute. So although this was an old man that looked more like my deceased grandfather, 18-Volt’s energy was radiating through him. Once I felt like we had hugged longed enough, we released each other and I left his place. I woke up after that. Dream 462 B - At War With My Dad I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my mum and I seemed to be away on holiday, staying over at this house in an unknown area. She mentioned to me how she wanted me to attend this trial tennis lesson which was supposed to begin at 10:00 AM. Apparently, I was trying it out to see if would be good for the residents at the old persons home. As we were in the car and trying to leave, I noticed these slightly villainous looking teenagers in the driveway; two girls and one boy. They ran after the car and forced me to open my windows, threatening violence upon me. I actually ended up being polite and said to the boy that I just wanted to do something and then I’d help them out; the boy agreed and the group backed away slightly. I not had a small window of time to myself and so shut the window, locked the doors and drove off as fast as I could. The teenagers soon realised as they ran after the car, eventually actually reaching it and violently jolting it. Eventually, my mum and I managed to get out onto the roads. We realised though that we were late and so would not make it to the tennis lesson. I suggested to my mum that we would go for a walk somewhere instead and she accepted the idea. We entered this area with a beautiful forest scenery and a fancy brick path. As we walked through, I felt a sense of peace and serenity and thought to myself, “I wish 18-Volt was here with us”. Eventually, there become an opening in the trees and my mum and I approached this area where there was a children’s playground. The scene then changed and I found myself to now be at my actual house. My dad was accusing me of being on Facebook all week and throwing random complaints to me about what I was doing to the internet. My mum actually stood up for me and told my dad that we did go for a walk despite the tennis lesson being cancelled. Still, my dad couldn’t help himself at being angry at me. No matter what I did, I couldn’t calm him down. To save myself, I ran outside into the backyard to try and escape it. That only worked for a few seconds though as he came out after me. Earlier on, I said to him that I just needed to log out of my page and so I tried to do this on my phone. My dad kept throwing verbal threats at me as I tried t find out the logout button. Little did I no that there was absolutely no logout button on this version of Facebook. At one point, I thought to myself, “I’d really want to run away but that’s not right”, so I just continued to scale different parts of the backyard. He kept on chasing me and so I said to him, something like, “You’re God’s son, I’m God’s daughter. We’re all children of God but you’re not acting like on...”, I petered out because I consciously realised that he didn’t care about equality. I had covered all the areas of the backyard and so the only place left for me to go was onto the roof. As he violently scrambled up, I actually pushed him off the roof, sending him down to the ground but he was just centimetres away from hitting it, something had saved him. “I almost died!”, he aggressively yelled to me. I yelled back down, “Well you didn’t! My guards rescued you because I didn’t want you to die!”. The dream ended there. Dream 462: Results (Competition #8) 462 A Competition Night: 19 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 462 B Competition Night: 19 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 8.0 Calculation Details: - Full-Non Lucid Dream (1.0) - Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0) - Full-Non Lucid Dream (1.0) - 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0) + Previous Total: 106.0 Total Accumulated Points: 114.0
I am in some sort of research station in Antarctica and then someone performs a monologue about the importance of community and leadership. It happens kind of in third person. Then someone praises a teacher for encouraging their students and keeping them entertained in such a remote part of the world. They suggest he often organises rap contests for the kids. Suddenly I am free-styling over a beat and I'm actually doing it with more skill in my dream than I could in real life. I walk around in my room and once I kick a towel a cockroach scurries out. I recoil, and it is half squishes and a little gooey. Then I think I try freestyling again. I am watching Twitch and for some reason the streamer starts roasting me. He pulls up my LoL account and mocks me for, I think, firstly, maining graves, and secondly being 'low elo'. I try to protest that gold elo isn't actually that bad but he eventually blocks me.
Updated 10-28-2018 at 05:57 AM by 48589
Frag - stadium Frag - HS friends (seth) L chain - TAZ:BoB I'm fred/freddie (wrote this down in imaginary DJ along w pictures of windows) over the course of 5-8 lds in a chain, i meet group of people in a smallow yellowish office with windows and curtains overlooking an orange/yellow sky, we talked about something serious (a conspiracy, a plot for revolution, a threat facing the world?), then woke. the next time i got lucid i was back but they were all about 50 years older, we talked about similar things and they told me i could join their org, wake. next lucid they're touring me around the facilities, in another i was in a large hallway talking to someone. i think i had a few groundhog day loops of some scenes, but i remember getting lucid every loop. a lot happened but in the end half of the org turned against me and half of them were woth me and we fought in a huge bluish grey sanctuary and eventually i extracted the relic (crystal circle/bracelet in a large wooden box with holes - can't look at it! will go into more detail on this dream later. Frag - sex - part of LC? L - walking in darkish (dim red sky) city, reach junk pile and start to fly, flying feels very fake , like I'm laying my body outstretched and the scene is just moving past me, so i flip over on my back flying and admire the beautiful view above me - the wooden slats coming apart and the junk in this under-bridge area and some train tracks - this gave me a literal and figurative perspective change - LDing is not always about doing things perfectly or achieving goals, but usually the best dreams, lucid or not, are when something amazing or simple but different is happening and you're a part of it, and it inspires childlike wonder in you NL - i drew a pretty good (not amazing but probably better than i can do iwl - for some reason I'm a great artist in dreams) picture of a wizard/sorceress girl and was adjusting the mouth and coloring (f was there possibly?) Frag - sneaking suspicion i had a dream about 9 backyard and enjoying the sunlight NL - FA in wl 8 room, looking at videos on phone, get up several times in a groundhog day-like loop, look at myself in mirror (my torso looked ripped, but somewhat sagging?), i go downstairs (it's now 9) and consider going out the front door to talk to a dc (was semilucid but not fully there) but decide instead to sunbathe in the backyard, when i reach the kitchen i call out "who's there?" and my dad comes through a door that doesn't exist in his signature windbreaker and we talk for a second, wake up
I dunno how long I was in this dream but it felt like I was in it for a very long time. Anyhow I start off in an ocean and I was with someone. I was at the seabed, swimming around and looking at things. I went to the surface with the DC and he decided that he wanted to setup camp in the ocean. We inside a frame of a cube and was closed in with tinted windows. I was inside and realized that the dark water was coming in from the bottom and rising. Trying to scare me are we dream? I thought about me sinking to the bottom of this massive sea and was back at the bottom in no time. I seen the sandy bed coming and landed in it, several hundred phantoms below sea level. I looked up and can see ray of light coming in from way up above me. After that dream I'm now in a completely different dream. I'm at my recent home duane drive but it is all strange and big. I'm supposivly working on a 3d model of megazord and I'm looking at his arched eyes. I stretched them vertically to give them more arching shapes. I see an archway in my house that are shaped like the upper parts of Megazords brows and they stretch upwards. After that I see a little kid, me running around looking like the original Thunder Megazord. I ran around a table and out of sight.
Had a vivid, long dream about a list of words, one of them being vacuum. This transitioned into a dark city scene with a high train raised above everything else. Had a vivid dream right before waking about being at a beach with F. We were looking at a sandstone or just time-worn statue of Cleopatra which was very beautiful. There was a youngish Asian couple (early-mid 30's) who were standing next to the statue, petting a fish. There was a gigantic fish which the man was petting near the statue, and it swam away. F gave me two rings to hold and went to get a drink from a stand.
Date of Dream: TUE 23 OCT - 2018 Dream No. 461 - Separated Sections Dream 461 A - Getting Sick On Teeth I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was outdoors in a completely unknown area. It started with just one tooth being really loose and so I started jiggling it about to see what was going on. Eventually, I ended up pulling the tooth out and I thought to myself “Gosh! I’ve actually lost a tooth! Now I’m going to be a toothless terror!”. There wasn’t much time to reflect though as all of a sudden, all the other teeth came loose. Then wham! They all fell at once. I spat most of them out but as there was so many in my mouth, I accidentally ended up swallowing a couple. I tried not to but I swallowed them and when they got down, I was so sickly grossed out that I felt like chundering; thank goodness I never did though. I then woke up. Dream 461 B - The Long Way To Hospital I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, it was a dream that once again took place at my dwelling called the fortress. A lady wanted to go up to the hospital area in order to see a sick patient. From the third floor, I told her to take the elevator to the eighth floor (the top one being the ninth floor) but I couldn’t do this myself. I was going to go the long way and meet her there, taking all the escalators up. Apparently I had these two cups of drinks, one in each hand, and so found it hard to board the escalator. Eventually, I had found a way and so was able to make it to the fourth floor where all the recreation stuff was. Yes, I looked to the side and noticed that I ran a bowling alley in the building. There was some guy that had also come along with me and then I found myself to be speaking to JSa as well. I had to put everything down on the floor and spent ages rearranging it so I could take the next escalator. After finally fitting everything onto myself and heading towards the next escalator, I woke up. Dream 461: Results (Competition #8) 461 A Competition Night: 18 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 461 B Competition Night: 18 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 1.0 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) + Previous Total: 105.0 Total Accumulated Points: 106.0
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